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Harvey was saying she was going after him.

Hurry up, men.

- Hey, Frank. - What's up?

Don't hurt yourself.

Give him the envelope.

Thanks. All right, buddy.

Six months away and you choose the Philippines.

Nah, I changed my mind.

I hear Europe is nice this time of year so I'm going to go over there.

Yeah, Europe's good any time of year.

You been working out?

Not lately. Why? Do I look bad?

- No, you look good. - Thank you.

This is what you're going to do: Disappear until Friday.

Don't come by here or the club, and don't talk to anybody.

None of them broads, no partying, nothing.

- Lay low, you hear me? - Absolutely.

Lay low.

See you on Friday when we're done.

Okay, if I have problems, should I give you a call?

All right.

Yeah, I just pulled over.

Look, I don't need to recap. I know my job.

All right.

Deli opens at 7:00.

And I make my delivery between 7:15 and 7:30.

Look, don't worry about Trevor, okay? I got the story down cold.

I have a flat tire. I pull over to change it and he escapes.

"Hey, Trevor, I'm sorry. Mistake."

No, what's vital is, the second I pull over...

you pay me $250,000.

Then I'll slash the tire. That's our agreement.

I'm at the gate.

No, I got your page. I'm sorry, I was kind of tied up.

No way, I am not selling it. Sorry, man.

Friday?

Friday's all right, I got to be back by noon, though.

Hold on a second, will you?

- Get the $200. - Okay.

Yeah, I know, the gray Caddy, the shocks are blown on it.

Yeah, what about the blue van? I got the heater working like a charm.

Okay. All right.

Listen, about that $200 I lent you.

Yeah, you think I-Okay.

All right, boss, I'll see you tomorrow. All right, bye.

I'm going to do a pickup for him tomorrow and I'll get it from him then.

You're driving your gangster friend around on the day of your bachelor party?

- He likes me. What do you want me to say? - You could try "no" for once.

We have a level of mutual respect going on. Wouldn't be smart to let him down now.

Mutual respect? You're his driver.

Yeah, but $600 a pop is good dough for my shop.

You don't have a shop.

I'm getting there, aren't I?

That's why I got to establish a good relationship with the clientele.

Baby, you don't need clientele like that.

You know, you're working for them, you're working with them...

pretty soon you'll turn into one of them.

Clientele is clientele.

Rick is dangerous, okay?

Listen to me.

I know what the man wants, he wants respect, okay?

So I give him respect.

That's it, I'm not committing any crimes.

So you're just going to ditch Stan and John and Billy?

You better come up with a good excuse.

Would you just look at yourself?

- What? - Look at yourself.

Why, what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Come here.

What?

- You're just very beautiful. It's ridiculous. - Would you stop it.

- I hate you. - You're so pretty.

- I hate you. - All right, listen to me.

I'll tell the fellows that I got no interest throwing dollar bills...

at some little stripper who's not half as pretty as you are.

And I'll spend Friday afternoon here with you.

All right?

Hey, tough guy. Don't go doing anything stupid.

Don't worry. You know me.

- Did you pick up the present? - Yeah.

Good. Let's go.

- You know where South Parkfield is? - Yeah, sure.

All right, get us to 9200 and then swing around back.

I thought we were doing a pickup.

That's a nice jacket, man.

It's a good cut on you. It looks good.

- How much you pay for it? - $220.

It's worth about $1,000, $1,200, something like that.

$220?

I got an idea.

Take the $20.

Forget the $200 I spotted you and the jacket's mine. What do you say?

Tell you what, kid...

forget about the money and the jacket and just drive, okay?

Shut up, just drive.

Okay, I'm sorry, you're the boss.

- Get into the alley. - Okay.

- Hello. - I have a delivery from Mr. Wayne.

- Who are you? - A messenger.

I got a delivery here for Mr. Berg's son.

- What is it? - It's a gift for Blake.

You'll have to come back later.

Wait. It's a surprise for his birthday.

His birthday isn't until next week.

- Ready for your test? - Dad, please.

Come on now.

Spell "Christmas."

What you going to give me if I get it right?

I'm not going to give you anything. Spell it.

C- H...

I don't know about that, I'm just a delivery person.

Mr. Wayne asked me to drop it off, that's all I know.

I don't know anything about any gift.

Of course you wouldn't. Then it wouldn't be a surprise.

Can you take it?

- S-T... - Careful, now.

M-A-S.

- You sure about that "T"? - Yeah.

- You're positive? - Yeah.

You are correct.

Last night, for a fact, I know, Mr. Wayne spoke with Mr. Berg.

They know all about it. I am just delivering a gift, that's all. Please.

He didn't tell me anything.

You have to wait and talk to him. He'll be back soon.

The kid comes back, he knows it's a surprise...

- and I'm out of a job. You understand? - I can't open the door. I'm sorry.

- What's in the box? - Just a little girl. Her name is Fanny.

- What's yours? - Teresa.

Say hello to Teresa - Hi.

- Hello, Fanny. Hi. - She's sweet?

So would you mind? Just open it up and...

take Fanny off my hands, please?

- I'll get the Pop-Tarts. - Okay.

Have Teresa help you with the toaster.

Dad!

You're going to be coming with me.

- Let's go. - No.

Out back. We got a car in the driveway.

- Dad. - Come on, Jimmy.

Let's go. Come on.

Go up to your room.

Wait up there, your mama's going to be here in a half-hour.

Go on, she'll take care of you.

You do that. You go upstairs and wait for Mommy, okay?

And I'll bring Daddy right back. I promise, okay? Let's go.

Mommy'll be back soon.

Daddy.

All right.

- Let's go. - I got to go.

Take us to Seventh and Greenland. And head east...

on Wilshire. It's going to be quicker. Stay down!

Put your arms behind your back!

- And then we are going to Central Station. - Another pickup?

No.

I'm going to make a withdrawal.

It's payday.

That's it.

Well, it's about time, Carmen.

Ben opened 7:00 sharp every day, for many years.

- Did you know that? - Yeah, she knows that.

And he was nailed for serious health code violations, wasn't he?

Just a few.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Excuse me.

Fuck!

What did you do now?

What do you mean? I just fucked up, that's what I did.

Hey, sweetie!

You don't have any of America's Best here.

But we have Hellmann's and Miracle Whip.

I can see that, but you don't have any America's Best.

$0.39.

In the local news, a man is dead after falling some 90 feet from an oil rig.

Here we go again.

About 3 miles south-west of Mountain View, around 7.:00 last night.

A worker on the rig fell off and landed on top of another worker.

The man who fell off at first was taken to the Carnegie Hospital...

Authorities say the 20-year-old man was from out ofstate.

They are not revealing his identity.

Judges today granted...

Mr. Parker, what are you doing here?

You like that?

Yeah, $5.99.

Well, I don't, I just...

Let me guess. It's too expensive for you?

Yeah, too expensive for you, too, isn't it?

Yeah, it's too expensive.

- Do you need some help with this guy? - No, he's just senile.

It's not fun getting old and ending up like that.

- Hey, girl. - Hi.

- Thank you for the coffee. - You're welcome.

All right, Mr. Parker. $1.25.

- No, $1.25. - Yeah, that's $1.25.

- You're right. - See, I wouldn't cheat you.

No, you wouldn't. See you tomorrow.

- What did you do to the phone? - Nothing.

Nothing at all. Sharon called me, that was it.

Don't touch my phone.

- What are you guys doing out here? - Repainting. What does it look like?

Didn't you get the notice?

Yeah, I got a notice. Said the 30th. You're two weeks early.

- There's been a schedule change. - Why?

I don't know why. But your building's on for today.

Look, I don't want my windows covered, guys.

It'll only take a couple of hours, sir.

Yeah, a couple of hours.

I can't stay in here in the dark. Understand?

You could turn the lights on. You got electricity, right?

Look.

Here.

- Sir, we can't take your money. - Sure you can. Take it.

Look, go start over on the other side.

- One crazy old geezer. - Yeah.

Each building, we find a couple of nutcases.

$200, I love that guy.

We're supposed to be following procedure.

You mean bending over 45 hours a week...

to take a paycheck of $470 up the ass? Is that what you mean?

Fuck you, man. You're buying the coffee.

Pull over here.

This is bullshit.

Where are you going?

Just keep an eye on him. I'll be right back.

Fuck.

Shit.

Yeah, I know. It's all set.

When you got to go, you got to go.

Shit!

Fuck!

No.

Get up. Come on!

Jimmy, you okay?

That motherfucker put a gun in my little boy's face.

It's okay, his mom's with him. Did he rough you up?

- Where the fuck were you? - I fucked up, okay?

I know I fucked up.

I just told you to back up! Now.

Who's he?

- The driver. - Shut up.

He doesn't know what's going on. Let him go.

- Stay still. - Take the gun out of my face.

We're letting you go. Get the gun out of my face.

Stay fucking still.

Easy, kid. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Give us a moment, Seth.

I got one guarantee for you.

Nothing's going to happen to this man.

Thank you, Seth. I'm sure he understands.

You do understand you're out of your league here.

You better call your boss.

Steven, Jimmy's safe. We're at Greenland and Seventh.

- Seventh? - Yeah.

- That's a weird place. - Hang on one second.

We may have a problem with the driver.

Don't let them out of your sight. All right.

My apologies. 15 minutes early.

- I was worried about the traffic. - I know. Traffic can be horrendous.

You know, for four years...

we have asked the city to double up the lanes on the highway.

- Now they're finally going to do it. - Thank God.

The mayor's smart. He knew he could be re-elected on this issue.

That's why I waited till the end of his term to make the decision.

But enough with politics.

- Nice to see you. - Good to see you. Let's go inside.

Nice place.

- Coffee? - No.

- Anything for you? - No, thanks.

You can leave.

- Just a few minutes, please. - Sure.

- So, Mr. Wayne. - So, Mr. Morrison.

- I want my money back. - Okay.

- I want Jim Berg back. - Sure.

You give me my money and you get Berg back.

I understood the first time.

You know how much he took from me?

- In the neighborhood of $7 million. - $7.2 million.

You know that two of my guys were killed?

One of them was Kevin Milton. That was his son.

The old man say anything to you yet?

Last I heard, he was in Florida dying of cancer.

Like everybody else.

Look, nothing personal, but if I don't get my money back...

I'll do what I have to do, and Rick Woods will execute Berg.

Rick Woods is dead.

I did what I had to do.

He's gone.

Here.

Call his cell phone.

Make sure you know the facts and then regroup.

- Bullitt, right? - What?

McQueen, in Bullitt.

Yeah.

McQueen, he was the...

He was the smartest, especially when the shit hit the fan.

Be smart, walk away.

What do you need this bullshit for? You're just a driver.

I'm just a driver?

Guess what, it all comes down to who has this gun, okay.

And I have the gun. I will fucking shoot you if I have to.

Let me go. I'll make sure no one touches you.

Why, how much of a big shot are you?

Tell them to let us go through and I'll let you out later.

Going on a couple of blocks...

it's not going to resolve the problem. There's no escape.

They're spread over town...

waiting for you and your subtle means of transportation.

If I walk out of this van, right now, in one piece...

you're going to be home in time for lunch.

What's up?

Come on.

Don't answer it.

Don't get involved.

Come on.

- Hello? - What the fuck is going on?

Hello, speak up.

- Who's this? - Who's this?

- Lenny Burroughs. - Where's Rick?

- He's not here. - Where is he?

- Rick's dead, sir. - How's he dead?

He stepped out. They ran him over. Happened in a second.

- You saw this? - I saw it. I'm driving him.

- Of course I saw them kill him. - Is Jimmy Berg in the van?

What's your name?

Jimmy Berg.

He's with me.

I'm surrounded here.

I don't get it. How did they get into the warehouse?

- What warehouse? I am parked on the street. - Where are you?

At the corner of Greenland and Seventh.

- We talked about Lincoln Avenue. - As far as I know, the warehouse off-

You talk to Rick, make any changes?

I didn't talk to anybody. I've been with you since 6:00.

Greenland and Seventh?

- It's way up there- - I know where it is.

You're 10 miles away from where you should be. What are you doing?

- I drove where Rick told me to. - He told you to drive to that shit hole?

- You couldn't lose Berg's guys? - No, they showed up later.

Why didn't you go to the warehouse? Why did Rick ask you to go there?

You tell me. I don't know.

Okay.

Maybe I should have made this clear to you in the beginning.

- My name is Trevor Morrison. Heard of me? - I know who you are.

Very good. Now you listen to me.

You're not to let Jimmy Berg go, you hear me?

No one's going to fuck with you. You work for me now, understand?

- You have a gun? - Yeah.

You know how to use it?

Yes, I do.

That's good. Don't make a single move without calling me.

Here's my number: 555-0156.

Hello?

Okay.

Have a seat, Trevor.

Please.

I don't want to take undue advantage of the situation.

Last thing either of us needs is a war triggered by a nervous driver...

who might kill Berg because he couldn't hold his gun straight.

- No one wants him dead. - I am glad we are in agreement.

However, $7.2 million has been stolen.

Money will be sent to you in 24 hours. You have my word.

Now we have to discuss compensation.

- Indemnity? - Penalty.

$1 million in cash in advance of all remodeling contracts...

dating 18 months back.

I broke it down by unions, per district and per project.

Very straightforward.

Have a seat, Steven, please.

Nothing cures an offence like money.

- How long we going to have to wait here? - As long as Seth wants us to.

This is bullshit. This is pussy duty, man.

Just keep your eyes open.

- I don't know. It's a 50-50 shot. - Put it away.

- I didn't say I couldn't do it. - Greg, put that fucking thing away.

- What do you want me to do? - Nothing.

We don't want to scare that guy.

You're not to shoot him or do anything to jeopardize Jimmy's life.

- Do you like your job? - Yeah.

- The job that Jimmy gave you? - Yeah.

You want to do something? Do something with him.

How long do you think you'll be able to handle the pressure?

Let me give you some advice.

I know exactly what I have to do.

Wait. So we're gonna sit tight. Piece of cake.

You're Morrison's great white hope now. You know he's talking to my partner, right?

What do you think they're negotiating about? Me.

That makes me your problem and your solution.

You get the call to let me go, fine. You're going back to your life.

You get the call to shoot me, what are you going to do?

Option one: You defy orders, refuse to shoot me...

can't bring yourself to kill me. I get to live a little longer, enjoy myself.

Morrison, he's gonna be pissed.

He's going to want to punish you big time.

Serious problem.

Now you get the call to shoot me and you do it...

Morrison's happy but Steven's pissed.

He's going to come looking for you, all the time, everywhere.

You'll spend your life looking over your shoulder till he finds you.

And he will find you.

Serious problem.

Now, if you were to ask for my help, I would protect you.

I'd talk to Steven, I'd talk to Morrison.

Both of them together, you understand?

You know what? I'm your great white hope.

I'm your solution.

You know what you are? You're a scam artist is what you are.

You just keep bringing on the bullshit non-stop, right?

Go ahead, give me another speech.

Your life, as you knew it up to this morning, is over.

It won't come back.

Ever.

You're going to shoot me before you get an order?

We're going to walk over there together.

You so much as flinch, I'll shoot you.

Let's go.

Move.

Good morning.

- Got a phone I could use? - Yeah, right behind you.

Good morning.

- Hello. - Mr. Morrison, it's Lenny.

- Are you okay? - Not really.

- You need privacy? - No, don't bother.

- Need any help? - Just browsing.

You got to help me. I'm under a lot ofpressure.

- What's that noise? - It's a cash register.

- Where are you? - In a deli.

- What did I say to you? Where's Berg? - Don't worry. I have him under control.

You do? Give me that number.

555-0144.

Get back in the van immediately.

What?

Can you send somebody to back me up?

Get back in that van and don't move from there.

Get back in the van.

Could be my last.

You got to be kidding. Tie me up?

You're going to have to feed me like a baby.

Fine.

Don't try anything smart.

It's kind of quiet in here right now.

Yeah, wait until lunchtime.

Still wondering what color panties you have on today, Carmen.

- Why? Will you buy me something new? - Sure.

I'll buy you a new skirt, too.

- You know my size. - Know what I'm thinking about?

No. Not while I'm working.

- Hold on a second. - This is a deli, honey.

We serve customers all day. We can't just bend over the counter.

Let me say one thing-

What is it about this place that has you so in the mood?

You.

- Yeah. Loafers and a polyester blouse. - We can fix that.

Yeah, like that?

Have I told you how beautiful and sexy you are?

Yes. You're beautiful and sexy, too. But I don't ask you to walk around naked.

Why can't you be more playful?

Okay, let's do it.

Okay?

It's the way you wanted me, right? Pantyless.

Seventh and Greenland. I got another one for you to tow.

Get down.

No problem. I'm a block away.

What do we do?

Nothing. Let her give him the ticket. What do we care?

- What are we going to do? - Nothing.

- We're not going to move? - We're not going to move.

Stay in your truck.

Stay down.

We're going to be towed out of here very soon:

Got a box or something?

- Box? - Cardboard, paper, something to write on.

- Hey, man, you can't do that. - Watch me.

Sorry, I was just about to move it.

My grandmother lives in an apartment there. She's 78 years old, she can't walk.

My grandfather is dying in the hospital. He wants to see her. It's his last request.

Cut the bullshit.

I was just on the phone with the hospital two minutes before you pulled up.

Come on, I'm just asking you for two minutes.

Just give me enough time to carry her down here. Have some mercy.

Come on.

The best I could do is let you ride with me...

you pay your fine, take the van back right away.

I'm just asking you for a favor here. In the name of Jesus.

- Jesus doesn't sign my paycheck. - Of course.

Let's take care of the fine right now, right here.

- No, you got the wrong idea. - Eliminate that extra step.

I appreciate it. Thank you very much for your understanding.

Sure, you take care of that grandmother.

That's my man.

Man on the hill.

Nice?

Okay. So...

we're done with the Corman Plaza.

Now we should...

- Yes, sir? - I need six and seven.

Be right in.

Try a lemon bar, they're good.

Thanks. These two go back to the safe.

You realize, don't you...

Jimmy isn't going to sign off on any agreement...

as long as we haven't resolved the main problem.

- Problem? - Milton.

He's not about to let the killing of his son go.

I'm not concerned whether or not Berg signs off on anything.

I came here as a businessman to reach an agreement with you, not him.

And that's the only reason why he's still alive.

Let's not forget...

that one of my men has a gun to his head-

Not one of your men. A driver, an occasional driver.

Whatever you want to call him.

But he's done everything I've told him so far.

You think he's going to pull the trigger?

You want to bet on Berg's life?

I don't think he'd appreciate that.

"Warehouse on Pier 13..."

"one-third of the down payments toward upgrades."

That was... November.

Hold on.

We never put in a bid on Grand Ballroom.

George Howard told me you came in under $6 million.

When has he ever been in the loop? There's never been a contract on Ballroom.

Come on, Steven, I know the deal.

With three teams of 15 guys, each working over a six-month period...

you'll easily be pulling in $65,000 a month.

You're getting it mixed up.

George probably meant the Bezwick contract.

That was peanuts. It's a rehearsal studio for well-bred kids.

You're welcome to it. Take 20 percent.

But I've got to tell you, it's no deal of the century.

Well, whatever it is...

Don't forget the 12-point payoffs to the unions...

and our district and federal permit charges.

How much does that come to?

I'd say about... $80,000, bimonthly.

I'll cover my end.

You understand how this impacts me financially.

You could thank your partner for that.

We're done in here. Can you put everything back?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to run all this by Jimmy.

I have to bring up the Milton issue. We can't ignore that.

But I am going to sell it to him...

because I think we have a decent deal.

You know, the more I think about it...

Jimmy's not the only one Milton will hold responsible...

for his son being killed.

Just tell Berg I'll deal with Milton.

Call your driver, will you?

You don't want him walking Jimmy around the block again, freaking out.

Yeah, I'll put him at ease.

I got it.

I'm sorry, were you ready?

- Gateway Deli. - Yeah, is there a Lenny around?

- Sorry, you got the wrong number. - Hold on a sec...

a friend of mine called from your place five minutes ago.

His phone went dead and he used yours?

I think he and his buddy left after he talked to you.

Could you tell me if there's a blue van parked outside?

Listen, I have things to do, okay?

You're too busy?

Yeah, I'm too busy.

Who am I speaking to, anyway?

You're speaking to Ray.

You're right down on Greenland and Seventh, right, Ray?

Let me ask you a question, Raymond.

Do you like hospital food?

I thought so.

Could you go outside and tell the guys in the blue van...

their friends are on their way.

- Yeah, man. I'll do that. - I appreciate that.

- What is it, Raymond? - Nothing.

I'll be right back.

A friend of yours called. Said they're on their way.

- Did he say when? - No, that's all he said.

When you see your friend, tell him I gave you the message.

Is this Raymond still there?

- No, he's headed back to the deli right now. - Watch him.

Good idea.

You got a minute?

I'd like to talk to you.

- You work in there, right? - Yeah, why?

Let me ask you something. You make good sandwiches?

Come and see.

You notice nothing special today?

- Like what? - Like me.

- Hanging around with my friends. - It's a free country. Do what you want.

- I don't care. - Good.

If it doesn't get in my way, I mind my own business.

Fine. Just keep minding your own business.

- Absolutely. - Just keep doing your work as usual.

What's her name?

Carmen.

- She's with you? - She's my wife.

You need something?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

'Cause you were looking at me.

This gentleman was just asking your name, sweetheart.

- It's okay. - Nice to meet you, Carmen.

She's gorgeous.

You're a lucky man.

- Thanks. - She works the register for you?

Actually, she owns the place. She's the boss, I help her out.

I see.

How's business?

It's picking up.

You know what? I think I could use a snack.

Sure, what do you want?

Think I'd like 40 Italian sandwiches...

250 cans of Coke, 250 cans of Diet Coke...

50 Carlsbergs, couple of cases of bottled water.

- Wait a minute. I have to go check the back. - Don't bother.

We cool?

Super.

What was that about?

I'm not sure I want to know, sweetheart.

- Should we call the police? - For what? What are you going to say?

Look, all right...

we just got paid a lot of money to mind our own business.

So you know what?

Let's mind our own business.

Doesn't feel right.

All we did was serve a customer.

Well, I don't like it.

You got a girlfriend...

cuter than this one?

Care about her?

I'm marrying her on... Next Sunday.

Cancel the wedding.

Give her a chance to have a life of her own.

Your boss...

My boss. I don't have a boss. Steven's my partner.

- Your partner. - My partner, yes. Steven.

- Is he a heavyweight? - Yeah, he's a heavyweight.

If I were you, I'd give him a call.

What for? I got nothing to say to him.

Correct. But he might have something to say to you.

You're like a guy who wants to bet on a horse.

You don't know the odds. It doesn't make any sense.

You've got nothing to lose.

Okay, what say I was to go with you and your partner...

what guarantee does that give me?

I'd be a liar if I gave you a guarantee.

But you bet on us, your odds of surviving skyrocket.

It doesn't make sense to take a risk against Morrison.

Fine.

- What's your partner going to tell me? - Call him up, find out.

They're in the same room talking about us.

Your partner picks up the phone...

he hears my voice, he tells Mr. Morrison, I'm fucked for sure.

Look. This is what I can do for you.

Let me talk to Steven. I'll have him go out of the room.

I'll explain you just want to hear what he has to offer.

If Mr. Morrison ever found out that I spoke with your partner-

He is not going to find out. I give you my word.

Your word?

You said it yourself, there's no guarantee for me.

That's right. I'm not guaranteeing you a fucking thing.

Nobody gets any guarantees. Follow your gut.

May end up with 20 bullets pumped into it...

but at least you'll go down being your own man.

What are you going to do?

Holy fuck!

- Here, boy. - Look at that.

- Nice pooch. - Fuck me.

I bet we could have gotten more cash from that old dude.

What if he goes to our supervisors, tells them we gave him shit?

I'll kick his ass.

Yeah, you're a real tough guy.

- Come on, give me a hand over here. - It's a chick's apartment.

Young broad. A lot of MTV crap on the walls.

- Come on. - Give me a break for five minutes.

Sir, I've got to talk to you.

My partner, he shouldn't have accepted your money.

How you doing?

Your windows need to be covered up, like everybody else's here.

- What about her windows? - She's next.

I'm almost done, and then it's your turn.

Okay, I understand. Fair enough.

- No, sir. No more money. We- - Nope, I insist.

You take it. Leave me alone.

- I'm not going to take your money. - Half of that is mine.

Go downstairs, have yourself a treat.

This ain't right.

Stop there. Give me your phone.

Jimmy, you all right? You need anything?

Give me your phone.

Do it.

- Maybe I should check with Steven first. - No, I'm telling you. Give us your phone.

Don't come any closer. Throw it from there.

Call the cops.

There's a van out there, and these guys... I think I saw a dead body.

No, I got it. In the blue van?

- No. Where's your phone? - Hold on a second, all right?

You say you think you saw something. You're not sure?

Could be a drunk sleeping on the floor.

There's a guy lying there in a pool of his own blood. Call the cops.

- Chill out, man. You take it easy. - I'm chill. I'm very chill.

Where's your phone?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Nice to see you. - Morning. It's good to see you.

- Can I get you something? - In a minute.

- How you doing? - All right.

How much do I owe you?

- You know what? It's on the house. - Well, thank you.

- Gentlemen. - Officer.

Everything's cool, man, all right?

If you saw something you were not supposed to see...

you've got to forget about it.

You understand what I'm telling you?

Hey, we're closed. Sorry.

Being a rat... can be deadly.

I know.

What are you doing around here?

Working on a couple of buildings, painting.

You're done for the day. Go home. Get out of here. Go on.

Maybe you should think about closing up, too.

We close at 7.30.

Those are the hours. Every day, 7:30.

Fine.

God damn it, Louis.

What are you doing in the old man's apartment?

Windows weren't closed all the way.

If we don't get out of here, they'll kill us.

- What? - I'm not kidding.

These guys aren't bullshitting. We got to get out of here.

- In a minute. - I'm not fucking with you, Louis.

We got to get out of here right now!

Fuck!

God damn it, Louis.

Where's the old man?

555...

0198.

- Let me talk to Steven. - Yeah.

- It's Lenny. - Let me talk to Steven.

- You okay? - Yeah, Mr. Morrison.

- What the fuck are you doing? - Where are you?

- In the van. Where's the backup? - On the way. We're almost done.

- How much longer is it gonna take? - Let me call you back in five.

You're doing good.

- You fucked up. - I trust him.

You can't. Don't...

Don't trust him. You can't.

You can't. You just...

Carl Baxter, he started me out in this business.

I owe him everything. He's like a second father to me.

Made me in charge of the counterfeit money operation...

when I was just starting out, just a kid.

I was good. I was making good money...

buying paper for 16 cents, selling it for...

27, 29 a bill.

Anyway, January '79...

I get busted by these three Feds. I got $200,000 worth of dummy paper on me.

They want me to talk about Baxter. I got nothing to say.

They work me over for five hours.

No phone call, no breaks, no lawyers. Just the three of them and a baseball bat.

My head's all swollen, I look like fucking mush.

I keep my mouth shut.

They pull out a knife.

They slowly start to cut into my back.

Painful.

But I don't know pain until they start to smash my balls with a hammer.

Still, I keep my mouth shut. I don't say a fucking word.

I don't rat out Baxter.

So they come up with another idea.

The next thing I see is this metallic object.

A spoon.

They want to use a spoon...

to scoop my eye out of its socket.

I feel the cold metal poke under my eye.

I know I'm not going to talk.

And I don't. I wish I'd pass out, but I don't.

The door bursts open. It's the cops.

I never thought I'd be happy to see the cops.

They're swarming all over. One of the Feds knocks me out.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a Dumpster...

fucked up, but alive.

Now, two years later, I walk into a bar.

Who's sitting there having a drink?

One of the cops.

And he is drinking with the Fed who was scooping my eye out.

They're laughing.

They don't recognize me, don't give a shit about me.

They're having a good time.

I started to get the picture, the whole thing. The cops, the Feds...

all planned, orchestrated by Carl Baxter, just to test me.

He liked me very much. Like a son.

So I can't trust Morrison, and I have to trust you.

I wouldn't go that far. Don't trust me, trust the facts.

We're chained together in this thing. I can't fuck you over.

Did it cross your mind Steven may have a plan you don't know about?

That's my point. Steven or Morrison might have a plan.

They might have a plan together. But let me tell you something:

I'm not the only hostage here.

- Hello. - Steven Wayne.

- Let me talk- - I want to talk with Morrison.

He's fine. He says hello. Now hand the phone to Berg, will you?

Your partner.

- What do we have? - You holding up okay?

- Did you reach an agreement? - Absolutely.

I'm listening.

We give back the $7 million.

- Is there a problem? - No, of course we give it back.

I'm stuck. What else are we going to do? Go on.

Morrison gets an extra $1 million upfront. Penalties out of your own pocket.

- Fair enough. - And a percentage of the proceeds...

- we get from contracts with the city. - Which ones?

What? You want me to read them to you?

He's not getting his hands on Children's or the fire station-

I know. I fought for them.

- What else? - Nothing else, that's it.

All right. That's acceptable...

I guess. Thank you. Now, what about Milton?

- What's the game plan with Milton? - Milton's got one foot in the grave.

What will he do? Put a spell on you?

Steven, it's his son.

Milton is not going to let that go.

Would you?

I understand that. But, Jimmy, look-

Morrison does Milton, or he doesn't get a dime.

Jimmy, you're not listening. Frankly, considering the kind of leverage...

We have a decent agreement. We all want Milton out of the picture...

but let's face it. It can't happen right now. Let's sign off on this, so you can go free...

and we'll deal with the rest later.

I don't want to sell you a bill of goods. We got to be realistic.

Morrison's with us on this. He wants this to be over as much as we do.

- Hello, Jimmy, you still there? - Go on.

Look, Jimmy, first things first. Let's close this deal.

And then, all together, we'll come up with a plan.

- At this point, Milton's nowhere to be found. - That's such bullshit.

They just don't want to deal with him, they must know where he is.

Nobody knows-

Steven, they're running a fucking number on you.

- There's nothing you can do. - I won't spend my life...

looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to pop up.

If Morrison doesn't want to find him, I'll find him. I'll hunt the fuck down.

Come on. Who cares? He's dying.

He's not in the ground yet.

- We square? - Yeah, square one.

I'm telling you, your partner's lost it.

He's being very unreasonable. He put us in this mess to begin with.

He's asking for a game plan.

A common goal to get rid of Milton, that's all.

We can agree in principle, but we can't guarantee it.

Berg's looking for a guarantee. He won't get one. Period.

- You're not making this easy. - Berg is not making it easy.

He wants to have his cake and eat it, too. And guess what?

That's the risk you face in this business.

That's the privilege of being powerful.

Berg should've known better.

I say he's become the problem.

- You and I must settle this. - So let's find Milton.

You go to college, Steven?

Boston University, class of '71.

What did you major in?

Investment finance.

In school, my favorite subject was history, you know why?

Because I don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

For instance...

look what happened in New York City when John Gotti took out Paul Castellano?

Two damn years down the tubes.

Now, Giuliani and his cops took over the city and wiped everybody out.

That prick even sold the best smut district in the country to Disney.

What's left for us? Nothing.

If Berg sets off his own bloody war...

it's going to bring the heat on all of us. Is this what you want?

I'll tell you what...

I take my $7 million with me, that's mine, and I'll forget the penalty.

And as a gesture of goodwill...

I'm willing to renegotiate my claim on the contracts.

What's the catch?

No more Berg.

- It serves everyone's purpose. - What are you talking about?

- Berg has been my partner for 15 years. - Business partner.

He lost sight of the business.

The fact is, he's been there for me for 15 years.

Been there for you?

Good times, bad times, Jimmy Berg was always there.

There's a river of blood coming our way.

We can clean this up, but that's just a meaningless exercise...

unless we go to the source, and the source is Jimmy Berg.

This partner of yours...

your friend, who has so touchingly been there for the past 15 years...

decides to go to war with me and doesn't tell you?

Puts your family in harm's way and doesn't tell you?

Puts your entire enterprise in jeopardy and doesn't tell you?

And you just say he's lost sight of business?

I say he's lost sight of friendship.

I say Jimmy Berg's got to go.

They're going.

Yeah? Trucks are leaving.

That's all right. I told them to.

Listen. I convinced Trevor.

We're all going to find Milton together.

- We? - Milton's as good as dead.

What's the plan?

Here's what I've decided, if it's all right with you.

All money issues are frozen until we fix Milton.

Morrison and I will be at Fontana's waiting for you.

Seth will escort you, their driver will take you guys there.

- Okay. - You come over there...

we three will straighten out a plan to finish Milton.

- That's it? - Yeah, Jim. That's it.

Morrison wants to talk to his driver.

- Hey, Jim? - Yeah?

Don't kick yourself.

For $7 million, I would've tried, too.

I should've known better. See you in 10.

- I'm waiting, partner. - It's your boss.

- Hello? Mr. Morrison. - Lenny, you're off the hook.

I want you to bring Berg to Fontana's, you know where it is?

Yeah. Sure.

Seth is coming along. Let him in, would you?

Okay.

You did good. I know it was tough, but you did good, kid.

- I'll take care of you. - Well, thank you, Mr. Morrison.

Bye.

We're done.

We're done, man. You see? I told you.

Looks like it.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

- It's good to see you, man. - Good to have you next to me.

We're going to Fontana's, I guess.

Can we go?

You want to ride shotgun, Jimmy?

No.

What is the matter with you? It was over, man.

He was going to shoot me.

No. He wasn't going to do anything. He wasn't going to fucking do anything.

All right, sit down.

- Hello? - Yeah, give me Seth.

I can't. He broke his fucking neck. He killed him.

Who killed who?

- Berg. He killed him. - Where's Berg?

He's right here.

- You still have your gun? - Yeah.

All right, relax.

Forget Fontana's...

bring him to 2758 Lincoln, and don't fuck up.

- What then? - You got that?

- Yes, I do. But what then? - You'll be home free.

We've got to go.

We're going to 2758 Lincoln?

Yeah, correct.

Don't look at me like that. Don't you look at me like that. I'm a driver.

You said it yourself, I'm just a fucking driver.

Take me to 2758, you're more than that.

Do me now. I don't want to be tortured again.

Do it!

Fuck it.

Come on.

Out. Okay? Yeah.

Take this. Go back to your son.

- Go. - Thank you.

Get out of here.

You're coming with me.

- You've got to get your girlfriend. - No, absolutely not.

- I'm telling you... - I don't want your help.

You took a risk for me. You want to survive...

How come he got away?

I did it. I let him go.

That's right. Tell Morrison I let him go.

I ain't telling nobody nothing.

I'm in Florida, fighting cancer!

Burn in hell, fucker.

Come on, pick up the phone.

- Come on, Sharon. Pick up the phone. - Hello?

Listen to me very carefully.

Where are you? I've been trying to reach you.

Just listen to me. Get out of the house now.

- Go to your mother's house and stay there. - What happened?

What did I say? Don't get mixed up with Rick-

Sharon, do what I say, okay?

Just go there now. Please, sweetheart, all right?

Are you okay?

Baby, talk to me.

God, Lenny.

What the hell is going on?

Okay, listen, scratch that idea.

Go to Central Station, locker 6665, all right?

I'll tell you everything when I see you. Just do what I say.

Shit!

Fuck!

You haven't left yet?

Excuse me.

That's all right. You know where I keep the keys to the Mustang?

Under the driver's side tire. Go get them, all right?

Yes, I do. Listen, you know my toolbox, that red one?

Go in there. See if the crowbar's in it...

then come down to the corner of Heaven and Figueroa

I'm waiting for you.

Fuck!