GoodFellas by Nicholas Pileggi Page B

our own cars and vans. Then on Fridays, between eleven-thirty and two o’clock in the afternoon, we made all our sales. During the morning I’d go to the construction jobs, and by noon or one o’clock in the afternoon I’d go to the sanitation depots and factories, and by two o’clock I’d have made my grand or fifteen hundred dollars for the day.
    When Tommy finally got in, it turned out that he only had the big-brand stuff. He had the Chesterfields and Camels and Lucky Strikes, but he didn’t have what we called the fill-ins, the less popular brands like Raleighs and L&Ms and Marlboros. Jimmy asked me to go down to Baltimore and pick up the fill-ins. He said if I left right away I could be there early enough to get a load the minute the places opened and be back in plenty of time to sell mystuff before noon. I had a lot of customers who wanted off-brands and I agreed. Lenny, who had been helping me load, wanted to come along. I had about six hundred bucks from the crap game. Jimmy threw me the keys to one of the cars he used and Lenny and I took off.
    It was about midnight when we got to Baltimore. The cigarette places didn’t open until six in the morning. I had been there before and I knew there were a bunch of strip joints along Baltimore Street. Lenny had never been to Baltimore. We started hitting the joints. We listened to a little jazz. Some B-girls in one place started hustling drinks out of us. We’re buying them nine-dollar ginger ales and they’re playing with our legs. By two or three in the morning we’re pretty smashed. We must have gone for a hundred and fifty bucks with these same two girls. It was very obvious that they liked us. They said that their boss was watching, so they couldn’t leave with us, but if we waited outside around back they’d meet us as soon as they got off. Lenny’s all excited. I’m all excited. We go around back and wait. We waited for an hour. Then two hours. And then we just looked at each other and laughed. We couldn’t stop laughing. We’d gotten taken like chumps. We were two dumb gloms. So we drove over to the cigarette joints and waited for them to open.
    The next thing I know somebody’s waking us up at eight o’clock in the morning. We’d overslept. Now we were two hours late getting back for eleven. We loaded five hundred cartons in the car, and there wasn’t enough room in the trunk. We had to take the rear seat out and leave it at the wholesaler’s. We broke up three cartons evenly and placed a blanket on top of them to look like a rear seat. I started going. We’re doing eighty, ninety miles an hour during some stretches. I felt if I could make up fifteen minutes here and ten minutes there I’d knock time off the trip.
    We made it all the way to the turnpike Exit 14 in Jersey City. I had seen the speed trap and I jammed on my brakes. Too late. I saw one of the radio cars pull out toward us. When I jammed on the brakes the cigarettes in the rear seat were thrown all over the place.As the cop came closer, Lenny scrambled into the rear and tried to rearrange the blanket, but he couldn’t manage too well. The cop wanted my license and registration. I told him the car belonged to a friend of mine. I kept looking for the registration to the car, but I couldn’t find it. The cop was getting impatient and wanted to know my friend’s name. I didn’t know whose name the car was in, so I couldn’t even tell him that. It was a brand-new 1965 Pontiac, and he couldn’t believe that somebody would lend me the car and I wouldn’t even know his name. I tried to stall, and finally I mentioned the guy whose name I thought it might be in, and I no sooner gave him the name than I found the registration, and of course it was in somebody else’s name.
    Now the guy was suspicious. He finally looked in the back of the car, and he saw cigarettes all over the place. He