I. You know that rock group you got booked into East St. Louis next Friday night, the Whatchamacallems? ⦠Yeah, the Hot Jockers, thatâs them. Well, the fire chiefâs brother out there is a good buddy of mine, and it seems like their stadium has a capacity seating of seventy thou. And it looks like youâve already sold ninety-five thousand tickets to that concert at fifteen bucks a pop.⦠Yeah, I know you gotta overbook for no-shows, Miltie, and who cares if a few hundred coked-out shvartzers have to sit in the aisles? ⦠Yeah, I know all that.
But listen, Miltie, this fire chiefâs brother says the fire chief is real nervous. Youâve oversold by twenty-five thousand tickets! Thatâs a hell of a lot of no-shows. This fire chiefâs brother says if the news got to the papers, the city council or whatever the hell it is would cancel the show and youâd have to fork back the entire gate. Weâre talkinâ big bucks, Miltie. Weâre talkinâ nearly a mil five, right? ⦠Now wait a minute, Miltie, donât fly off the handle. All I called for is to try to help you out. No need to make a federal case out of this. Weâre just talkinâ fire laws, Miltie, and this fire chiefâs brother says that for thirty big ones this fire chief will forget about the whole matter.⦠Yeah, I think I can get him down to twenty-five. You happy with that figure? ⦠Okay, you Fed Ex the cash to me tonight, and Iâll take care of the whole thing. Plus my fifteen percent commission, naturally.⦠Howâs the wife? Slap her butt for me, Miltie, and have a nice day.
He hangs up and immediately dials another call .
Credit card call ⦠(More numbers.)
Hello, Chief Gomez? Moe Minskoff here. Itâs all set, big buddy. I got your ten big ones for you. Theyâre Fed Exing the cash to me tonight from LA, and Iâll Fed Ex it on to you first thing in the morning, minus my fifteen percent commission, naturally.⦠Not at all. Donât thank me. Thatâs what Iâm here for. Let me know if you have any more of these type of problems, and have a nice day.
He hangs up and dials a third call .
Credit card call â¦
Sal? Moe Minskoff here. Listen, big buddy, we got a little problem. You gotta lower your bid for construction of that casino down in the islands by at least five hundred big ones or youâre outa the ballpark, buddy.⦠Yeah, the prime minister seems pretty adamant about that.⦠Well, maybe I could talk him into it if youâd drop the price by three-fifty. But if I do that, Sal, Iâm gonna hafta ask you a favor. I want you to put Irving Sender in charge of the construction down there.⦠You know who Irving Sender is. Heâs Honeychileâs brother.⦠Whaddaya mean whoâs Honeychile? Honeychile is my wife , for Christâs sake! Irving needs a job, and his wife wants to spend the winter in the Caribbean, okay? ⦠Well, Iâll see what I can do. Get back to you, Sal. Have a nice day.
Another credit card call .
Ah, Mr. Prime Minister. This is Moses L. Minskoff calling. How is the weather down there, sir? Ah, how I envy you, basking in the tropical sun, the breezes rustling the palm fronds, those miles of sandy beaches, the blue crystalline waters of the sea. You truly live in paradise, sir.⦠Ah, but of course I have news for you. I wouldnât have called you, sir, if I didnât have news, and good news it is. Mr. Cortelli has lowered his bid by a quarter of a million dollars, just what you asked for. And the other good news is that he wants to place Mr. Irving Sender in charge of construction down there. Youâre very lucky to be able to obtain Mr. Sender, because heâs the best in the business, the very best, and very much in demand. I couldnât believe you could be that fortunate when I learned Mr. Sentler might be available. But heâs agreed, not without a certain