Three tough looking dudes and one tough looking dame came out the back door and stared at the garbage truck first, Farlo second, and Joey G third. The dame stepped in front of the two dudes and spoke to Farlo, “What gives? Trash pickup isn’t until tomorrow.”
Farlo said, “I know that. You know that. You know who doesn’t know that?”
The tough dame said, “Who?”
“The city. The buffoons who run this show are squeezing the crap out of the little guy. They got us working a double shift. It’s thrown everything off.”
The taller of the tough dudes said, “I think he’s right. There sons of bitches down there. I remember when I was busted for dealing dope, they didn’t let me call my lawyer for twenty-four hours.”
Farlo said, “You still selling? My partner and me can use some.”
“It depends,” said the taller of the two tough dudes.
“Depends on what?” said Farlo.
“How much cash you got,” said the taller of the tough dudes.
The smaller of the tough dudes and the tough dame were now interested in the conversation.
“Let’s see the color of your money,” said the taller of tough dudes.
“It’s green. Don’t give me the stuff you watch on cable TV. I’ve been around the block. I don’t think you’ve got drugs. You want to take my cash. Not going to happen taller of the tough two dudes,” snapped Farlo.
“Wait a minute old dude. How do you know my name?” said the taller of the tough two dudes.
“Who you calling old dude? I hope you were talking to small piece of crap next to you and not me. Because if you were talking to me I’m going to give you Harry Morton’s number.”
“Who’s this Harry Morton? He wants some drugs?” asked the taller of the tough two dudes.
“He’s over on Rey Street, he’s an undertaker. Because you and your two stooges are going to be laid out there. He does the pro bono work for the city.”
Joey G had worked his way back and opened the passenger side door, “What are you doing. These guys are bad. Let’s get out of here.”
“Go back to the last pile of garbage you picked up and see if you dropped your attitude in there,” growled Farlo. Tina said, “Grrrrrrr.”
Joey G ran around the front of the garbage truck. He stopped in front of Farlo’s door. He spread his legs apart, he placed his hands on his hips and stared at the two tough hombres and one tough mujer. “You want a piece of him, turkey. Maybe I should say gerbils, you have to come through me. If you want to come through me, you’re going to be in rehab for the next five years.”
Farlo reached out the window and tapped Joey G on the shoulder, “What the hell are you doing?”
Joey G half turned his head around and said, “I’m channeling Clint Eastwood from one of his Dirty Harry movies.”
“You know they were movies, right?” said Farlo as he opened the door. Farlo stepped out of the garbage truck, pushed Clint Eastwood or Joey G, take your pick, aside.
“You want a piece of him, you’re going to have to come through me,” snarled Farlo, taking an aggressive step toward the three stooges.
The tough dame took a step forward, “I’m not afraid of you, old dude. Before I take you out, I have a question.”
“I only have time for one question, so don’t try to sneak two questions in to your one question. I can spot the double question as easily as a robin finds a worm. But if you got a question and want an answer, I got a question for you. I’ll ask mine first, then you can ask yours second.”
“Yah,” said Joey G backing up Farlo.
“That’s not fair, I said I had a question first, so I should go first,” said the tough dame.
“Yah,” said the two tough guys in unison.
Farlo said, “I got back up in the front seat. You want a piece of her there won’t be enough left of you to stuff a turkey on Thanksgiving.”
The smaller of the two tough guys said, “There’s only one dame who’s tougher than us and it’s the tough dame right here.”
The tough dame did an Arnold Schwarzenegger body builder’s pose and flexed her right bicep.
Joey G whispered to Farlo, “She’s got great guns.”
“You three really want to dance? You can save yourself a lot of pain by packing up and moving out of town. Before you do, I want to know where you’re parking Harry J.”
Joey G whispered, “Offer to have a beer with them like you did earlier with the Nazi’s.”
Farlo whispered back, “Channel the caped crusader.”
“I don’t like Batman. I like Ironman.”
The three stooges locked arms, stood in front of the door. The tough dame said, “You want Harry J, you’re going to have to come through us.”
Will Farlo, Tina, and Joey G rescue Harry J? Will they find out why Harry J is so important? What is Filo’s role in all of this? Who is Filo?