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Luigi Conetti Motors.

What'd you say?

Oh, I guess.

Jeez.

I can.

I've got,

seven hours to go.

But what do you mean? I wanted a job in film. Right?

So how's Erica?

Beautiful. What time?

Would you make it noon?

Alright.

Alright.

Yeah. I'll try.

Right.

See

How long, Vito?

An hour and thirty seven seconds.

I'm counting down.

A real short timer.

I'm so short.

This is gonna be my last cigarette in this joint.

A one shirt, gray suit, black

tie.

A pair of black shoes.

Eight dollars.

Twelve.

Order identification cards.

Documents secretary.

No.

You. Vito. Vito.

Did you pick up the clothes I asked you to get from me? Yeah.

Everything's at the house. My mother's got a feast for you.

We got pasta, scongilla.

Landry, I wanna make a stop before we go. Yeah. Where to?

I wanna go to the cemetery to see where my mother and my brother, girl.

Sure. You know, my day is yours.

Yeah. There they are, Vito. First two under the tree.

Sorry, mama.

I know I promised to take care of him.

Death must have been a great pain to you.

Sammy.

Sammy.

I stand here, but I don't believe it.

Twenty five years old.

It's not thirty fastest snubs your life on.

I swear to you, my brother. I swear to God to you.

I'll find out who this is, Harry.

I'll kill him with my own hand.

Hey, Pop.

The Nicoletti greats are over there.

Do you take care of them?

Nicoletti?

Yes. They had nice funerals.

Simple, but nice.

My brother's got some flowers on his grave.

You know who put them there? Some woman.

She comes every week.

You know who she is?

No.

But just like clockwork,

she comes every Thursday morning for years.

She's pretty, young, and a little gaudy.

Look.

I'd appreciate it you didn't say anything to

anybody about this.

Memory is not kind to old men.

Good day.

You're finished now, Vito. Let's go home and eat.

We gotta make another stop. Is Father Tester still around?

Yeah, at the old church. We'll go there first.

You're still looking for Alta boy's father? Hey, Vito.

Vito, my boy.

You look good.

Son. Son.

You know, I knew you were coming out

today.

You look wonderful.

You got too much blarney for an Italian father.

The old neighborhood has changed.

Hey, Bruno.

Most of the old gang is gone.

And

your mother.

I never did thank you for taking care of the funeral.

Her last words were about, you and your brother, Sammy.

The old house, it's gone too. Yeah.

There was no one else left.

I mean,

you were gone, and

and you're brotherly.

It's almost a thousand dollars.

It's all I could get for something that was in your

mother's apartment.

It's yours.

This was, Sami's.

A man's whole life in a cardboard box.

I I I know you you can't forget what happened to him.

If you don't, some things are better forgotten.

I will tell my brother not to forget,

not till I get some answers.

What?

These are things that your mother wanted you to have.

Papa's last gift to Sammy.

He must have been three years old.

This is his favorite toy.

He used to sit in that chair and shake it all night making such a racket.

They were beautiful together, mama and Sammy. Just beautiful.

I was supposed to look out for him.

Sammy died, Vero.

It's best to leave the dead buried.

You don't understand, father. It's not for me. It's for mama.

I let her down.

So what will you do if you find the murderer?

Will you kill?

Do you realize that in doing so that you're gonna condemn your

soul to everlasting hell?

I pray to God that you fail yourself.

I pray to god there is a god.

Yes.

Are you Erica Moore?

I am.

Please excuse me. My name is Vito Nicoletti.

My brother was Sammy Nicoletti. I believe that you knew.

Yes. I did.

I was wondering if you could spare me a few moments of your time.

Well, I don't know.

Look. I waited ten years to talk to you.

Please sit down.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, I really don't know how to begin.

You see, when Samuel was killed, I was in prison.

I just got out this morning,

and I just wanted to get around to see some of his old friends.

I think I understand.

You'd like to get closer to the memory of your brother through his friends.

Is that it?

Yeah. Yeah. That's it exactly.

You got a nice way of putting things.

It's my job. I work in publishing.

That's what this office is for.

It's very interesting.

Anyway, missus Moore, the last letter I got from my brother,

he said he was going up to your house for the weekend.

Three days later, he was killed.

And since you were one of the last people to see him alive,

I was hoping that for for personal reasons, you know,

if you could tell me something about his last few days.

People like Timmy.

He was very personable and intelligent.

I remember the day we drove up to the house.

Sonny was reading a film theory book.

What you reading?

What? The book.

How's your job? A drag.

Are you working again?

Yep. I'm doing a translation of.

Doesn't feel great in seventy, does it?

You want the towel? No. That's right.

When we got to the house,

our neighbors had prepared a surprise party for Andrew and me.

Sam was so shy, he played in return.

Sam? Come on out.

Nice.

Where'd you get the Dolly?

The what?

I sprained my ankle last winter.

We just forgot to return it. Sorry.

Look very good.

Thank you.

Got some place here?

I think it's too big.

I broke Andrew up last Sunday.

When we woke up, I picked up the telephone. I said, hello?

Room service?

Come on. Let me introduce you.

Oh, can it wait?

Come on.

Please. How about when they're leaving?

Alright.

I wanted to introduce him to the guests,

but Sam wouldn't mix,

preferring to stay in that wheelchair playing the crook.

What a little boy.

He even pretended to limp when he met Carol.

That's Andrew's wife. Now you knew that.

No. I didn't.

Was that the first time that you met this Carol?

Yes. Well, no, to be precise. I saw her briefly once before.

When was that?

Earlier, on the way to the house,

Andrew stopped for cigarettes at a gas station.

Excuse me. Cigar machine? Right inside, sir.

K. Carol was in a sports car. Andrew saw her, and I saw him.

He used to have a wandering eye in those days.

Coincidence, I guess.

So Sammy was playing the cripple for Carol?

Yes. And she fell for it. She helped him across the grounds.

It's this, war wound that acts up.

You seemed alright before.

I know, but it just happened.

That's too bad.

Which war?

Oh, I can't remember. Come on. Let's war.

It'll come to me. Come on.

Anyway,

later Sammy and Carol came in.

Their clothes were soaked to the skin.

They'd fallen into the swimming pool, wheelchair and all.

Perfect.

Green.

Come on.

Let's go inside. I'll get something from Erica for you.

No. Bart, I'm fine.

Hi.

What happened?

Well, you see, we kinda lost control

of the wheelchair.

Well, if you're gonna come to dinner with us,

you better change soon.

Well

Hello.

Why don't you get them some talent?

Is he coming?

Sam, there's someone I'd like you to meet. He's a producer.

I think he could be helpful.

Can I catch up with you later, like, after dinner? Sure.

You, haven't introduced your friend?

Oh, this is, Carol.

I'm Andrew. This is my wife, Erica.

Andrew wanted to take everyone to dinner and introduce Sammy

to a film producer he knew.

Sammy begged off. He and Carol had other plans.

I bet.

There they are.

This is Mitch McGrawney, his wife, Mark, Dennis Faye, and,

Christine.

This is Carol.

Scott.

Scott.

Hey. Aren't you in the wheelchair this afternoon?

Yeah.

The dress looks very ruined. Thank you.

It's a little long. Hope you don't mind my way.

First time.

I remember she went to bed before any of us.

She slept in our bed. Andrew refused to wake her.

Wake her up?

She's asleep. I heard you. Now stop it.

There's no shortage of room. We can sleep downstairs.

Now what's the big deal?

You tell me.

I'll get her up. Hold it.

Look. I don't mind. No. That's not the point.

Now for tonight, we can sleep downstairs, can we?

Of course.

Good night. Good night.

In retrospect, I was acting like an irate teenager.

Andrew was terribly insensitive to my feelings.

Anyway, the next day,

the four of us went on a trip on our neighbor's boat for a cruise.

It all started out as fun.

I was trying to start the day fresh and forget Carol.

Pardon? Any of you?

No. Thank you. I'm office.

Excuse me for a minute, Andrew.

I'm almost done.

City College. Why?

I'm with the guest here with Andrew.

You're quite different, you know? I know.

I think he, has designs on

you.

Why don't you say what you mean?

I am.

What you want to know is what I think.

But, Ronald,

come on.

Let's

go on.

Enjoy

yourself.

What's a matter now?

Why do you keep asking that question?

Who is it? There.

Come in.

When I went looking for him,

he was locked in a stateroom with Carol.

Everywhere I turned, I found Carol.

Sammy tried to help, but he couldn't reach me.

I wouldn't let him.

Sorry. I just jerked you. What is it?

I don't know what to do.

I'm sick.

It's the same. Get to that?

It's not enough of it. I don't know what I'm doing.

Hey. What's with you?

Go again?

Would you take someone with you? Sure.

Tom, I was feeling one.

Look. He didn't vanish. Give me a minute.

Let me see if I can find him.

Hello?

I'm busy.

Did you find him? It's alright.

I was put aboard passing boat and returned to shore.

Sammy came with me. He tried to help.

I'll never forget him for that.

The next day we came home, he went to work that night.

I never saw him again.

That's the story, mister Nicoletti.

I feel sorry for all of us.

Sammy was a wonderful man and a talent.

Well, I'm gonna find out just how

talented he was.

He left me a box of his old films.

Really? May I see them?

Why?

Perhaps I may be able to do something with him

commercially, I mean.

I'll tell you what.

They may be nothing, but when I get around to seeing them,

if there's something there, I'll give you a call.

Try to look to the future.

It's what helped me in my difficult times.

I can't do that just yet.

What's on your mind?

Sammy's killer.

The police said it was robbery.

Sammy stumbled in on an everyday robbery and was killed.

That's not the way I got it. But whatever.

I'll find out the truth for myself.

So you're gonna spend the rest of your life tracking down a

nameless killer, blood for blood.

It's an old Italian tradition.

These are modern times, mister Nicoletti.

No. They're not. The whole world understands revenge.

Only in romantic novels, not in real life.

Maybe so. Maybe so. Anyway, I wanna thank you, missus Moore.

You've been a very nice lady to me for taking your time out

there to tell me about my brother.

Maybe I'll see you again.

Goodbye.

Why did we stop here for? I had to see a woman who knew Sammy.

She give you any leads?

I don't know.

She told me that her ex husband got married to a girl that

Sammy was romancing.

No kidding.

Yeah.

Makes you kinda wonder, don't it? Hey, look, Vito.

You know, this has been a long day.

The cemetery, father Tester, now this woman.

What do you say we go back to the house, rest up for a while,

you get something to eat?

Yeah. Yeah. Sure, Joey.

But I gotta get my own place tomorrow.

I got too many things on my mind. I gotta be alone.

Whatever you say, Vito.

Vito. Come in, Joey.

Everything cool, pathetic? How do those clothes fit you?

Those fit fine. Hey. Look what I found in the kitchen.

From all the salami, pane, and some cold beer.

Can I have a little picnic? Yeah. Why not?

Did you get it? Yeah. Yeah. I got it from the garage.

Let's have it.

Are you sure about this, Peter? Come on.

Let's

have it.

Vito, you know, we gotta get you back in step with the world.

There's some nice,

warehouse jobs opening up at the meat packing plant.

Now the money is good, and in a couple of months,

I know things are gonna look up for you.

Look, Joey.

I love you like family, but I gotta do things at my own pace.

First thing I gotta do tomorrow is get back to that cemetery

and see if that girl shows up at Sammy's grave.

Okay. I'll, I'll drop you off.

But then after that, we'll take a ride by the plant. Okay?

Yeah. We'll see.

A friend of yours?

Who are you?

Hey, don't get sassy.

I've just asked you if Sammy Nicoletti was a friend of yours.

Hey, look. Wait a minute.

I wanna talk to you.

Hey. Get your paws off us, man.

Hey. Now wait a minute.

Hey. Look.

Alright. Look. Come any closer, and I'm gonna cut you deep.

Just take it nice and slow, will you?

All I wanna do is have a little conversation with you.

Yeah.

That's some kind of weirdo creep.

Now look, this morning,

you start going crazy and pulling out nights.

I wanna tell you I'm Sammy's brother.

Sammy's brother?

I didn't know Sammy had a brother.

Well, he does, and I'm him.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

Because you didn't give me a chance. You just drove away.

How did you find me here?

I got friends.

But what do you want?

Well, we're openers.

I wanna know what your relationship with him was.

We was just friends.

Just friends?

You mean to tell me you go to a guy's grave for ten years and

you're just friends?

Yeah. Something like that.

You're a bad liar, baby.

It's written all over your face like egg.

You were romancing, Sammy. Right?

Yeah. We were seeing each other.

Hey.

My math ain't so good, but you look to me to be a young girl.

Ten years ago would have made you, what, twelve, thirteen maybe?

Yeah.

How'd you meet my brother anyway?

I was in his porno flicks.

What'd you say?

You didn't know about Sammy's porno flicks?

Well, look, I was young and,

Sammy was the nicest person I knew.

He didn't want me in those movies, but, well,

I didn't have any other way of getting money,

so I made Sammy use me.

If you were so tight with him,

how come you weren't with him that last weekend before his death?

Well, it was just fancy people. You know, important people.

I mean, Sammy would have taken me with him,

but I just figured I shouldn't interfere.

Now that's it on the questions.

Hey. Look. Could you do me a favor, please?

What?

I ain't got no place to stay,

and I need to find a motel room somewhere.

Can you give me a lift?

Okay.

Sign says ready?

Well, Thanks for the lift and the liquor stopped, baby.

You know, I like your name, Vivian Buck.

Sammy liked it too.

He gave it to me.

Well, see you around.

You liked

it?

You like me?

Why you gonna say that?

I don't know. It's just a throwaway question.

Well, I could.

Okay. Then I'll see you around.

What about breakfast tomorrow?

You got a date.

I didn't know I had a fan club.

I knocked. But you were in the shower.

Next time, I'll remember to latch the door.

Let's skip the formalities, copper. You got a name?

Benson.

Lieutenant Benson, homicide.

I'm impressed.

Word is you're looking around for Sammy's killer.

Well, I'm here to tell you go easy.

Don't go causing any trouble.

You got a mean day go tempered, Nicoletti,

and I wouldn't wanna threaten any innocent taxpayers.

Follow?

I ain't,

That's what you say.

I can't stop you from poking around.

But if you find something, be a real good boy and call me.

You don't, I'll take it personal.

Follow? Like a taillight.

Is that it? Yep. For now.

Just don't forget.

How can I forget when you keep reminding me not to forget?

Let me talk to Dominic.

Hello, Dom? Vito Nicoletti.

Yeah. I just got out yesterday.

I'll tell you all about it when I see you. Look, Dom.

I need a favor. You're dressed up a guy named Andrew Moore.

Right. The guy who's running for governor.

Yeah.

You can get back to me at this number,

seven six one seven one six eight.

Thanks, Dom.

Can went to Geneva and paid more than eight million dollars

for the diamonds.

Miro. Miro, are you alright?

Some water.

What god? What happened?

They try to gas me.

Seems like a dress.

You give me a lift.

Sharpie, though. Anything to say?

Anything.

I'll be back in about ten minutes.

Vito Nicoletti to see Andrew Moore.

Follow me, please.

Mister Nicoletti to see you, sir.

Oh, won't you sit down, mister Nicoletti?

Thank you.

I'm Andrew Moore.

I was expecting you. How's that?

Eric rang me up and said you were looking to meet Sammy's friends.

Naturally assumed you would pay us a visit.

Paul, would you bring some ice tea, please? Sure.

Now, what can I do for you?

I just wanted to ask you what your connection with my brother was.

Sammy was a very promising young film director.

Yeah. I know. He made porno films. Oh, really?

Well, when I first met him, I was a financial broker,

and I had clients who wanted to take high risk fund investments.

A young attorney I knew introduced me to this promising

and film director who was just beginning his career in the

business and was looking for capital investment.

That director was Sammy.

We met, became friends,

and I was impressed with him and his talent,

so I invested in several of his projects.

They made money, and Sammy was making his living in the business.

He loved making films.

Couldn't leave it alone.

I remember the night I called him to invite him for that last afternoon.

He was in the editing room working late.

Wasn't that the place he was murdered?

Yes.

Tragic, really.

He was so enthusiastic about the weekend.

I could tell it in his voice.

Had I known it was to be his last,

I would have tried to make a better time of it for him.

I don't follow.

Oh, Erica and myself, we were having troubles, and,

well, I knew I was going to have to watch myself.

But what did that have to do with my brother?

We drove up the following morning, Erica, Sam, and myself.

I remember I had a new Cadillac convertible and was really

getting the feel of it.

Eric and Sam were enjoying their conversation.

Philosophy.

I was bored with it.

Celine, there's nothing prideful in us and on Earth and

perhaps in heaven above except what has not been said

once and for all time.

Celine.

We arrived at the house that afternoon to discover our

neighbors had arranged a surprise party.

It's away from the pool, so it's generally quiet.

It's fine. If you don't like it, there are others.

Fine. Are there any girls out there?

I hope so.

Anyway, they're all over town.

I know, but I'm here.

I'll see what I can do.

Would you shut the door?

Excuse me, doctor. Anytime.

A person?

I don't know. The house I got.

Could you ask me anything? I will.

Sam?

The next day, one of our neighbors, Mitch,

invited us for an afternoon cruise.

Sam seemed to be having a good time.

I'm glad that you've made it. I just hope I do.

I beg we all will.

More people than I planned for as usual. Pedro, come on.

Let's have a drink. Good.

Ella, next afternoon, we came home.

Sammy left for work, and that was the last we saw of him.

Eric and I were in shock for weeks.

Such a senseless killing.

The whole affair is so so very tragic.

Please accept my condolences, mister Nicoletti.

Thank you.

I understand we have a guest, Andrew.

Yes. We do. Mister Nicoletti, this is my wife, Carol.

How do you do?

I understand that you were Sammy's girlfriend the weekend

before his death.

That's right. That's when Sammy and I met. He was a lot of fun.

I'm sorry.

The odd turns of fate, Vito.

I met Carol because of Sammy.

I suppose one could say every dark cloud has a silver lining.

We were married a year and a half later.

Well, I guess belated congratulations are in order.

I'm just very, very sorry for you,

mister Nicoletti.

Well, for all of us. We all love Sammy very much.

Well, you've been very kind,

and I'm sorry that Bart's good night.

No. That's quite understandable.

Now if there's nothing more of you though,

I'd like to get back to my nap.

Yeah. By all means, get back to your nap.

If there's anything else I need, I'll let you know.

What else could there be, mister Nickelodeon?

Answers, mister Moore.

Answers,

mister

Moore.

I wonder how much he knows.

Well, we'll just have to find that film.

Ready, baby?

This day is full of surprises.

You're disappointed?

I don't know yet.

All I know is I got a headache.

Why don't you take an aspirin?

I would, but I don't have any.

Here. Try one of those.

French.

It'll get rid of your headache.

I take them when I get my monthly pains.

I get them bad.

You'll feel better soon.

You know what I like?

Mayonnaise and peanut butter sandwiches.

I know some people who get off on chocolate pudding.

Been twelve years since I had a mayonnaise and peanut butter sandwich.

Now that's what I call cruel and unusual punishment.

At least it's unusual.

Tell me, what does a man do for twelve

years behind bars?

There's a lot of thinking.

Is that why you came here?

That was a question I was gonna ask you.

I've heard,

all kinds of things about what cooped up men do in prison.

Does that turn you on?

You gay? Sure.

But I'll show you what kind of guy I am.

I'm gonna make it with you anyway.

Okay. I like authority.

The door lock. Forget the door.

I like a woman that gets to the

point.

You've forgotten how to do it.

I'm betting on you to be mine. Hey.

I can take my own pants off.

Joey, Vino.

Some bro I was with slipped me a Mickey.

Never mind.

Listen,

that package I left with you,

it's got the name and address of a film lab on it.

Can you get it for me?

One one one two three two Santa Monica

Boulevard.

Listen, can you meet me there forty five minutes?

No. Grab a cab.

It's

quicker.

What time, Joey?

No. You go home and take care of business.

I'll grab a cab.

You know, call if you need me.

Got this old film. I wanna take a look at it.

You wanna put the screening?

I don't know.

That's the only way I get to look at it,

and that's what I wanna do.

Let me take a

look at it.

This yours?

It's my brother's. Why?

Pretty sticky stuff. Moreno.

Is that a problem?

Man, not anymore.

But the film looks like it's been to hell and back.

Sprockets are all ripped. It needs a lot of work.

Well, just do the best you can.

Name? Nicoletti.

Look. This stuff's got your company's name on it.

Does that mean the original work on it was done here?

Not necessarily.

Everybody's always changing boxes of bill cans, you know?

Look, I mean, if you really wanna find out,

why don't you go in the office and ask Marge to check the records?

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Marge was very helpful.

She dug in the files until she found Nicoletti.

In there, I found copies of paper documenting all of Sammy's work.

It covered a few years.

Toward the end of the stack,

I found a couple of interesting things.

An invoice made out to Sammy said he dropped off some

negatives for processing and printing two days before he

went on that weekend, ten years ago.

Processed film and negatives.

It was signed in what appeared to be Sammy's signature.

Everything seemed nice and neat except for one thing.

It was dated two days after Sammy's death.

How soon can I see this stuff?

Yeah.

It'll be ready in a couple of days.

I need it quicker than that.

Well, I think we can have it ready for you by this afternoon.

Hello, Vito.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What's new?

I hear you're moving around seeing people.

So what's the big deal?

It's a free country. Depends, Vito.

Just how far you're gonna push this Sammy thing.

I'm telling you, leave it

alone.

Believe me, Lieutenant. It's the furthest sink from my mind.

Don't play me the fool, Theo.

You've got that devious dago brain of yours looking around for every angle.

Is that it?

Alright, smart guy. Play it your way.

But you crossed the line.

I'll head your guinea ass right back in the slammer.

Got it?

Thank you.

I want my money back.

How so?

Those headache pills you gave me didn't work.

He was your friend.

Get in, darling. I want you to drive.

I'd love to, but I don't have a license.

Don't worry.

I know all the police in town.

I bet you do.

Where to?

You should see the view.

I knew I thought you liked me.

I did for about fifteen minutes.

See what desperation does to you?

You wanna tell me why you brought me here?

The film I wanted.

Film? What film?

The one you told Erica you had.

Oh, that film. You got it all wrong, baby.

Sammy lent that film to me.

Everybody wants that film.

I guess I gotta see what's on it for myself.

If I tell you why, would you give it to me?

Scott, Tom. You're lying.

You mean you don't trust a boy scout? An ex con.

He could be a murderer.

You're crazy. Get out.

I don't figure.

Your husband's practically a shoe in for governor and you go

seducing me, ransack my room,

and now you kidnap me for a few lousy rolls of porno film.

Porno film.

That's it, ain't it? Sammy must have had you and Eric on film.

That must have been some weekend.

You wind up with Andrew and Erica winds up with a big

alimony and a successful business and everybody's happy.

You killed my brother because he wouldn't give you that film.

You knew that Andrew wouldn't marry you if you knew you did a skin flick.

You'd be a liability as a wife.

You're wrong.

Maybe you and Erica killed him.

After all, she had a lot to lose too.

Rear would be at stake if she had a scandal like that against her.

Her name's aren't right.

Andrew and I were together before that weekend.

We just put on a little show for the social register,

but we made a mistake.

What mistake was that?

At the gas station, on the way to the party,

Andrew stopped for cigarettes.

I was there too.

Erica saw me, but she never put it together.

We played Erica for the loyal wife, and she fell for it.

Andrew had promised to marry me after he divorced Erica,

but Sammy's blackmail got in the way.

Andrew had to stall the divorce, but I was impatient.

I was on to a good thing.

I was to seduce Sammy away from his blackmail and with luck,

get my hands on that film.

I think you might have ever seen in a French movie I saw once.

It really knocked me out.

The plan was going well.

Sammy was falling for it until that day on the boat.

I made two mistakes.

The first one was letting Erica see Sammy and me together in

the locked cabin.

You're getting up?

I'm happy where I am.

I knew it would drive Erica crazy, and it did.

I couldn't help myself.

Erica was hurt deeply.

The second mistake was more unforgivable.

When Erica was transferred to the passing boat,

I thought Sammy would be sick.

I had to move fast to get that film.

I need that film.

Are you going to give it to me?

I guess I don't have much of a choice.

We gotta go back into the city to get it.

It.

Be a few minutes.

What is this, mister I wanna know who killed Sammy.

Are you crazy?

Yeah. I'm crazy.

You know Carol knew.

She's lying.

That bitch is dead.

She wanted to film the film you told her about.

I wanna know who killed my brother.

You got that film ready for me to see?

Well, no miracles, mister Nicoletti,

but you can take a look.

Screening room three down the end of the hall,

just sit down and Harry roll the film.

When did they start this thing?

You have to push a button. Sure. I'll do it.

Hey. Wait a minute.

It's Andrew Moore.

Yeah. Yeah.

It looks like him.

Stop listening. Get that film.

I wanna pay that guy another visit.

There's no one left to help you more.

No one.

You're making a mistake.

You made the only mistake when you killed my brother to get

that skin flick.

I thought Erica and Carol were the only freaks.

One was a black manor,

the other one a greedy slut.

You know, I'll I'll give you money.

Anything. Name your price.

How much is it worth to you, Moore,

to keep the public from knowing that you're a murderer and a fag?

Whatever you want, Theo. Whatever you want.

It didn't have enough money.

How you feeling, babe?

I've got something on her.

Did you do it?

No, no. You're gonna make it.

We're gonna go to the mountains and I'll get you a doctor.

See, I know this little place up there that we can go and hide.

Nobody will know us there.

You just gotta hang on just a couple of hours.

Vito,

I love you.