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Jethro laughed and fondled the microphone head.
'You want to see where your money went?' he asked tauntingly.
'This pineapple is not to be believed,' said McCulloch to his men. 'And he wants to be president of the international.' The McCulloch people laughed.
They stopped laughing forty minutes later when their Cadillacs drove up Nuihc Street, and they saw the building, glistening aluminum spires reaching into a cloudless blue sky. Green sun-windows a story and a half each. Shiny bronze arches over the windows reflecting the sun like daylight torches. They gasped at its beauty.
Even Rocco 'the Pig' Pigarello, business agent for Local 1287, Union City, New Jersey, one of the roughest locals in the country where no local president ever left office on his feet, could not contain himself.
'It's byoootiful,' he said. 'Real byootiful.'
'You guys ought to like it. You paid for it. Triple what it would have cost if it had been put up in a reasonable time.'
'Byootiful,' said the Pig.
'We need it like we need leukemia. What do we need it for? It's our money and we don't need it.' McCulloch said.
'Yeah, we don't need it,' said the Pig. 'It's byootiful.'
'That's just the outside. Wait until you see the inside,' said Jethro. And the New England representatives became the first union delegates to view the inside of the building on Nuihc Street.
Rocco 'the Pig' Pigarello emitted 147 more 'byootifuls.' This was known because Timmy Ryan, Joe Wolcyz and Prat Connor kept count.
'You say "byootiful" once more, Pig, and you're going to be saying it without teeth,' said Connor.
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'Yeah,' said the Pig. 'And you're gonna be hearing it without a head.'
'Hold it. Hold it. Don't fight,' said McCulloch. 'We got the pineapple to deal with first.'
Siggy Negronski, secreted a lead pipe under his jacket. It looked like the end of the line.
'You want to see me all at once in my office, or one at a time?' said Jethro.
'I'll see you first. There won't be any need for anyone else. Pig, Prat, Timmy, you guys, keep an eye on Siggy,' said McCulloch.
'We'll take the elevator to my office,' said Jethro.
'We'll settle it right here,' said McCulloch.
'My office is the biggest surprise,'said Jethro.
'Let's see the office/ said the Pig. 'What would it hurt to see the office?'
McCulloch shot Pigarello a dirty look. 'All right. We will go to the byootiful office.' His men laughed.
Nine driver officials in an elevator meant to hold a dozen normal-sized people was like packing a small hat box with a fifteen-pound ham. Negronski's hidden lead pipe was discovered immediately by feel. It was brought out from under his jacket rather roughtly, taking a piece of his jaw with it. The blood trickled down his neck and onto the shirt of his assailant. Negronski said nothing. It was all over.
'Siggy, baby. You just point out the dude who did that to you. We'll settle, baby. Nobody does that to one of my people,' called out Jethro.
But Negronski could not see his president in the crush. Jethro was the smallest man in the elevator, and he was hidden somewhere, Negronski believed behind McCulloch and the Pig. Although Jethro would have to be visible because he had seen what happened with the pipe. Negronski tried to turn his head to see where Jethro was. His face was slapped back into place. Maybe the two of them would just get a beating and then go to jail. Maybe
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that would happen. Negronski told himself that all the way to the basement floor.
The elevator doors opened on a large room and the men burst into it like the exploding of a sausage skin,
McCulloch cast a disdainful eye at the large map with the strange union title, and demanded to know where Jethro's office was.
'Over there,' said Jethro. McCulloch grabbed the smaller man by the back of his shirt collar and hustled him to the door at which Jethro had pointed.
'It's locked,' said Jethro.
'We'll go through it/ said McCulloch and pounded the smaller man into the door. It did not budge.
'It's got to be opened. Let me open it at least,' said Jethro. His body was twitching from the blow, but he managed to turn the handle first right, then left, then right all the way around and the door opened.
McCulloch threw the body into the room. 'I'll be out in five minutes, fellas,' he yelled. 'Watch Siggy. No rough stuff yet. He's got stuff to tell us,' yelled McCulloch.
With a hearty chuckle he went into the room and closed the door behind him. Negronski was quiet, avoiding the eyes of the other driver toughs. When he looked up finally, he noticed they were avoiding his eyes, too. If they waited long enough, Negronski hoped, maybe they wouldn't have the heart to finish him. Maybe not even work him over. They waited for what seemed a half hour. There was a good reason for this. It was a half hour.
Negronski felt his jaw, Pigarello handed him a handkerchief.
'Cold water would be good on that,' said the Pig, shamefaced.
'Yeah/ said Negronski. 'Cpld water would be good.'
"You got any cold water down here? I mean not far:'
'No water in the basement.'
'You got water. Look at those pipes.'
'They're not for water.'
'What are they for?'
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'I don't know. But they're not for water.'