Is it The Reflector or The Director

Mean Gene (end)

Scene 20

(Pequod’s, later, dawn)

 

(on phone)

Yeah, is this the desk sergeant?  Yes sir.  I want to report that I beat my brother’s brains out with a pipe-wrench.  Because that’s what I did.  No, he’s laying on the floor behind the bar.  About four hours ago.  I had to run an errand, but I’m back now.  He’s still dead so what do you fucking care?  Pequod’s, Pequod’s Bar and Grill on Blue Island.  You know the spot.

 

Yep.  I’ll wait.  I’ll be glad to.  You know what?  Let me tell you.  Get Tommy Finn.  You know him?  Lieutenant Tom Finn.  Have him come here.  He should be getting on duty pretty soon.  Yeah, tell him.  Tell him Gene Hammond over at Pequod’s just beat his brother’s brains out with a pipe wrench.

 

We’re old friends, me and Tom Finn.  We used to deal together back in the day.  Well, I used to deal for him that is.  He’d bust dealers and take their junk and sell it to me, see.  Then I’d sell it and cut him back some of the profit.  Double-dipping cocksucker.  He made it hand over fist.

 

But see, I messed up.  I got greedy, started thinking I was a rock star.  That’s the mistake.  I got nabbed, but Finn, hell, you know how connected that guy is.

 

Is that him?  Is he patched in?  Hey Tommy!  I was just telling the good sergeant about how you and me did business.  Don’t worry though, I didn’t tell him how you’re still fucking dirty as the day is long.  How you still run all those operations at the schools.  You’re a prince Tommy, getting those kids hooked nice and early.  Smart businessman.

 

You still there lieutenant?  You on the way?  You coming to straighten things out?  You should see Tinker.  His head looks like.  It looks like.  You should see him, Tommy.  Just like the old days.  Remember when we’d shake those Puerto Ricans, and those spades over at Stateway?  Just like that, Tom.  Just like that.  I caved his fucking head right in.

 

Come on lieutenant.  You’re supposed to be here within four minutes.  I’m waiting.  I ain’t going nowhere.  Hello?  Tommy?

 

All I wanted was some breathing room.  Half a break.  But that’s too much to fucking ask.  Too much.  It comes down to this.   You cripples.   You miserable pricks.  It comes down to this.

 

(GLASS SHATTERS, lights dim)

 

Took you long enough.

 

(GUN SHOTS)

 

 

- end of play -