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.He couldn't risk it.If he lost his movie career, all he'd have to look forward to day after day was his common-law wife and the ten screaming brats they'd had together before menopause had driven into her like a runaway concrete truck.He had to get out.Tom lifted his head from his hands.Through boozy eyes he took in the interior of the trailer.He'd have to get off the Taurus lot somehow.But how? There were Arabs everywhere.Page 78ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAnd once he got off, what would he do? There were more Arabs out in the streets.Not as many as were clustered around the studio, but still enough to make slipping away unseen difficult.As he scanned the junk lying around the room, his bleary eyes settled on a piece of wardrobe that he'd tossed aside.His assistants hadn't put it away yet.It was the robe he was supposed to wear in his starring role in the as yet unscripted movie.Looking at the rumpled cloth, an idea suddenly occurred to him.An event rare indeed.Tom got uncertainly to his feet, knocking the bottles and joints to the floor in the process.Staggering, he pushed away from the table and over to the robe.FOR THE THIRD TIME Remo entered the Taurus lot.The guard at the booth waved him through.By this point the old man recognized Remo.He parked his rented car in the space marked Hank Bindle: Park Here And You'll Never Park In This Town Again and headed for the door.When he pulled the building's main door open, Susan Saranrap nearly barreled into him as she stormed outside.She stopped short, eyeing Remo accusingly.She seemed suddenly to remember him from before."Are you an assistant to Bindle and Marmelstein?" she demanded without so much as a hello."Me?" Remo asked, surprised."No, I have my sanity."Huge, furious eyes glanced around the parking lot."Well, do you know where they are?""They're not in their office?""No," she said."And that faggot Ian has no idea where they're hiding.Neither do any of the workmen." She groaned loudly."You know, I might quit this movie and go off and have another baby," she threatened, blowing a clump of stringy hair from her haggard face."Are you insane?" Remo asked."You're 150 years old."Susan appeared shocked."I'm only thirty-eight," she insisted hotly."You were already thirty-eight back when Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton owned this town," Remo replied.She sucked in an angry hiss of air."You think you're so smart?" she challenged."I can have an embryo implanted." She jutted out her chin.There were wrinkles on it."Yeah, I heard they can do that now." Remo nodded."Why not see if they'll stick in a brain while they're at it?"He sidestepped the spluttering actress and went inside.UPSTAIRS, REMO DISCOVERED that Bindle and Marmelstein were indeed nowhere to be found.Their office wasn't empty, however.Carpenters and plasterers were working feverishly around the room creating an all-new retro art-deco look.He didn't see al Khobar anywhere.Remo wondered briefly how Chiun was doing.The Master of Sinanju had secured a promise from Remo that he would shepherd Chiun's script through Bindle and Marmelstein's offices.Otherwise he would not go.Remo had agreed.For now, Remo had a long wait before he had to worry about his own end of the mission.At one point while he was waiting he glanced out the window.He saw Susan Saranrap and a very obvious Tom Roberts dressed in Arab garb down in the parking lot.They were on the back of a bizarre-looking mechanical creature that moved with all the elegance of a broken can opener.The massive artificial animal squeaked and smoked its way toward the Taurus Studios main gate."I can't wait to get out of this town," Remo complained.He sank into a chair to watch the workmen rebuild the office.Chapter 24Reggio "Lips" Cagliari had made his bones at the ripe old age of eighteen.He became a made man in California's Pubescio crime family at twenty-five.He had a great future in the West Coast Mafia until the mysterious disappearance of Page 79ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDon Fiavorante Pubescio back in 1992.At twenty-six Reggio became a man without a family.Once Don Fiavorante was gone, the Pubescio territory had been up for grabs.Mafiosi swooped in like ravenous jackals ripping at the carcass of the once mighty Pubescio empire.When the feeding frenzy was over, Reggio was one of the few goodfellas left out in the cold.He was still alive.But none of the California families wanted to take him in.It took a while, but he finally found a lowly position with the Vaggliosi Family of Los Angeles.The Vaggliosis worked the Teamsters for most of the big Hollywood studios.Reggio was put in place as a small-time union organizer.He knew he'd never move any further up the Mafia chain.When he was with the Pubescio Family he had been on an inside track.Murder, extortion, explosives, arson, prostitution.Here he'd languish in his minor union post until he retired or dropped dead of a heart attack.Considering the way he had taken to eating pasta to drown his sorrows, the latter would claim him first.Reggio had ballooned up from a slim 182 pounds to more than 300 since switching allegiances.After sitting at the same desk and gorging himself on the same cuisine for a number of wasted years, an opportunity to earn a few extra dollars had presented itself to Reggio Cagliari.He was approached by Jimmy Fitzsimmons, a minor figure from Rhode Island's Patriconne Family."Fits" Fitzsimmons wanted Reggio to help out with a video-distribution business the East Coast family was setting up.He'd also help funnel drugs back to the film capital.Of course Reggio knew there were rumors that an East Coast family-possibly the Scubiscis or Patriconnes-had been responsible for Don Fiavorante Pubescio's death.But money was money.He'd gotten in bed with the Patriconnes, using his Hollywood connections to set up the pirated-video scheme between the Rhode Island syndicate and Taurus Studios.The deal earned Reggio a nice, neat and, above all, quiet little paycheck.He wanted to keep it that way.He didn't need someone blabbing to the Vaggliosis that he had his own little profit-skimming business going on under their crooked Sicilian noses.The scheme had been set up specifically to minimize Reggio's own personal risks.Therefore, "Lips" Cagliari was surprised when the threat to this cozy little arrangement came from the least-likely quarter.Reggio was eating Italian takeout behind the desk of his small Culver City office when there came a timid knock at his door.He looked up, noodles hanging from his mouth.He was puzzled to see the Taurus management team of Hank Bindle and Bruce Marmelstein framed in the open doorway."Hello, Reg," Bruce Marmelstein said.He was clearly a man attempting to keep his disdain in check [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He couldn't risk it.If he lost his movie career, all he'd have to look forward to day after day was his common-law wife and the ten screaming brats they'd had together before menopause had driven into her like a runaway concrete truck.He had to get out.Tom lifted his head from his hands.Through boozy eyes he took in the interior of the trailer.He'd have to get off the Taurus lot somehow.But how? There were Arabs everywhere.Page 78ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAnd once he got off, what would he do? There were more Arabs out in the streets.Not as many as were clustered around the studio, but still enough to make slipping away unseen difficult.As he scanned the junk lying around the room, his bleary eyes settled on a piece of wardrobe that he'd tossed aside.His assistants hadn't put it away yet.It was the robe he was supposed to wear in his starring role in the as yet unscripted movie.Looking at the rumpled cloth, an idea suddenly occurred to him.An event rare indeed.Tom got uncertainly to his feet, knocking the bottles and joints to the floor in the process.Staggering, he pushed away from the table and over to the robe.FOR THE THIRD TIME Remo entered the Taurus lot.The guard at the booth waved him through.By this point the old man recognized Remo.He parked his rented car in the space marked Hank Bindle: Park Here And You'll Never Park In This Town Again and headed for the door.When he pulled the building's main door open, Susan Saranrap nearly barreled into him as she stormed outside.She stopped short, eyeing Remo accusingly.She seemed suddenly to remember him from before."Are you an assistant to Bindle and Marmelstein?" she demanded without so much as a hello."Me?" Remo asked, surprised."No, I have my sanity."Huge, furious eyes glanced around the parking lot."Well, do you know where they are?""They're not in their office?""No," she said."And that faggot Ian has no idea where they're hiding.Neither do any of the workmen." She groaned loudly."You know, I might quit this movie and go off and have another baby," she threatened, blowing a clump of stringy hair from her haggard face."Are you insane?" Remo asked."You're 150 years old."Susan appeared shocked."I'm only thirty-eight," she insisted hotly."You were already thirty-eight back when Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton owned this town," Remo replied.She sucked in an angry hiss of air."You think you're so smart?" she challenged."I can have an embryo implanted." She jutted out her chin.There were wrinkles on it."Yeah, I heard they can do that now." Remo nodded."Why not see if they'll stick in a brain while they're at it?"He sidestepped the spluttering actress and went inside.UPSTAIRS, REMO DISCOVERED that Bindle and Marmelstein were indeed nowhere to be found.Their office wasn't empty, however.Carpenters and plasterers were working feverishly around the room creating an all-new retro art-deco look.He didn't see al Khobar anywhere.Remo wondered briefly how Chiun was doing.The Master of Sinanju had secured a promise from Remo that he would shepherd Chiun's script through Bindle and Marmelstein's offices.Otherwise he would not go.Remo had agreed.For now, Remo had a long wait before he had to worry about his own end of the mission.At one point while he was waiting he glanced out the window.He saw Susan Saranrap and a very obvious Tom Roberts dressed in Arab garb down in the parking lot.They were on the back of a bizarre-looking mechanical creature that moved with all the elegance of a broken can opener.The massive artificial animal squeaked and smoked its way toward the Taurus Studios main gate."I can't wait to get out of this town," Remo complained.He sank into a chair to watch the workmen rebuild the office.Chapter 24Reggio "Lips" Cagliari had made his bones at the ripe old age of eighteen.He became a made man in California's Pubescio crime family at twenty-five.He had a great future in the West Coast Mafia until the mysterious disappearance of Page 79ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDon Fiavorante Pubescio back in 1992.At twenty-six Reggio became a man without a family.Once Don Fiavorante was gone, the Pubescio territory had been up for grabs.Mafiosi swooped in like ravenous jackals ripping at the carcass of the once mighty Pubescio empire.When the feeding frenzy was over, Reggio was one of the few goodfellas left out in the cold.He was still alive.But none of the California families wanted to take him in.It took a while, but he finally found a lowly position with the Vaggliosi Family of Los Angeles.The Vaggliosis worked the Teamsters for most of the big Hollywood studios.Reggio was put in place as a small-time union organizer.He knew he'd never move any further up the Mafia chain.When he was with the Pubescio Family he had been on an inside track.Murder, extortion, explosives, arson, prostitution.Here he'd languish in his minor union post until he retired or dropped dead of a heart attack.Considering the way he had taken to eating pasta to drown his sorrows, the latter would claim him first.Reggio had ballooned up from a slim 182 pounds to more than 300 since switching allegiances.After sitting at the same desk and gorging himself on the same cuisine for a number of wasted years, an opportunity to earn a few extra dollars had presented itself to Reggio Cagliari.He was approached by Jimmy Fitzsimmons, a minor figure from Rhode Island's Patriconne Family."Fits" Fitzsimmons wanted Reggio to help out with a video-distribution business the East Coast family was setting up.He'd also help funnel drugs back to the film capital.Of course Reggio knew there were rumors that an East Coast family-possibly the Scubiscis or Patriconnes-had been responsible for Don Fiavorante Pubescio's death.But money was money.He'd gotten in bed with the Patriconnes, using his Hollywood connections to set up the pirated-video scheme between the Rhode Island syndicate and Taurus Studios.The deal earned Reggio a nice, neat and, above all, quiet little paycheck.He wanted to keep it that way.He didn't need someone blabbing to the Vaggliosis that he had his own little profit-skimming business going on under their crooked Sicilian noses.The scheme had been set up specifically to minimize Reggio's own personal risks.Therefore, "Lips" Cagliari was surprised when the threat to this cozy little arrangement came from the least-likely quarter.Reggio was eating Italian takeout behind the desk of his small Culver City office when there came a timid knock at his door.He looked up, noodles hanging from his mouth.He was puzzled to see the Taurus management team of Hank Bindle and Bruce Marmelstein framed in the open doorway."Hello, Reg," Bruce Marmelstein said.He was clearly a man attempting to keep his disdain in check [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]