Woods, Lakeboat, Edmond by David Mamet

Author:David Mamet
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Scene 11

Mugged

FRED, alone by the rail, soliloquizes.

FRED: Mugged. Yeah. Poor son of bitch. In East Chicago. That's a lousy town. By some whore, no less. Drugged the shit out of him, I guess. Met her in a bar. Who knows. He was a fanatic, you know? I knew him. Not overly well, but I knew him. He was a gambling degenerate. Played the ponies. How did he do I don't know. But I had my suspicions that he gave it all away. So who knows. Maybe the Maf got him. I mean, somebody got him. Maybe the whore, huh? So maybe it's the Murphy man, but I don't think so. It looks like the Outfit. Not that they care for the few C's they took. But you know how they are. You can't get behind. When you're into them that's it. Am I right? No. It doesn't figure. Unless it was the Outfit. Or some freak occurrence. It was probably some Outfit guys got him. Assuming he was into them. It doesn't look like he just got rolled. Beat the living fuck out of him. Left him-for dead. Huh? Can you feature it? Flies in his face. Fucking ear stuck to the sidewalk with blood. Ruptured man, he'll never perform again. Ribs, back. The back. Hit him in the back. Left him for dead.

(Pause.)

It doesn't figure. The only way it adds up, if it was the Outfit. A very property-oriented group. Poor sucker.

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