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- Hey, what time is it, Tony?

- 4:45.

We're an hour early.

- Is that a problem?

Nah. We just sit around for a while.

- Sit around?

Hell, let's shoot some craps or something.

- Nobody sits around in Vegas.

- We do.

- Well, why?

It wouldn't hurt anything.

- Frankie, in this business,

you follow the rules to the letter.

They say stay with the car, you stay with the car.

They say it's okay to shoot craps, then you shoot craps.

- So?

- They said stay with the car.

- But, Tony, I never been to Vegas.

Look, we gotta get gas.

How about playing some slot machines

for a couple of minutes, huh?

What do you say, Tony?

- We'll see.

- Too bad we can't see one of the shows.

Maybe next trip, huh?

- Mm, yeah, maybe.

- Wow! Don't these people ever sleep?

And would you look at all those neons?

It's brighter than daytime.

There's a service station up ahead. See it?

- Hello, green, Peter.

- Look at that tall blonde.

I bet she's a showgirl.

- Uh-huh.

- Look at the size of this slot!

And a $10,000 jackpot!

I think I got the system.

I only missed three oranges by one.

That would've paid... 50 bucks!

Come on, baby.

Do it for Frankie. Come on.

Lime, lime, orange.

Something must have gone wrong.

Damn bell again.

- Don't you think

you lost enough?

Hey, we gotta get goin'!

- Yeah, yeah. Just one more minute.

Come on, big...

It's double jackpot time.

Goddamn orange.

- All right, now that's it.

It's nearly dawn.

- Hey, wait a minute!

- I said come on!

Oh no, you don't.

- Aww.

- How much you got left?

- It could have been worse.

Six o'clock on the nose.

Now what?

- Hey, just relax, will ya?

I know it's your first time,

but don't ask me a question every three minutes, okay?

They know we're here.

- The bagmen are here.

- How does it check out, Gordon?

- To the penny.

I packed it myself.

- Okay, go ahead.

Bring back the receipt.

- There's our man.

- Look at the size of those two bellhops.

Hi, fellas.

- Let me take care of it.

- Yeah, sure, Tony.

- So, now what?

- Open the envelope.

- LAXSAL? What's that?

- Back to Los Angeles.

- What the hell is a LAXSAL?

- Well, it's not a word.

LAX is Los Angeles, and SAL,

that's the big boss in LA we make the delivery to.

- Back to LA.

What the hell?

They told me when I started this,

I'd get to see the country.

- Don't worry, you will.

- How long you been doin' this?

- Little over a year.

- They promised me I could expect

at least three runs a month.

- You'll average about that.

- That's 1,200 bucks!

Man, I sure could use that.

- It's 400 a pick-up,

but sometimes you can go two,

three months without a delivery.

Better save your dough for the lean times.

- How much you think

we got back there in the trunk?

- Who knows?

We could have a two-day wait

from all our casinos or from just a few.

I do know this.

The syndicate takes a hell of a lot off the top.

- Maybe we got a million bucks!

Maybe even more in the trunk of this car.

- Maybe.

Listen, Frankie, I'm gonna give you some advice.

Don't think about it.

Just act like it was dirty laundry or something.

Get some more sleep if you can.

I want you to drive in a few hours.

- Yeah, I'll try anyway.

Dirty laundry, huh? Yeah...

- What's the matter?

Get movin'.

- Would you just get a look at them?

They got real class.

- I saw them. Let's go.

- But, Tony, we can't even 'em stranded out here.

It could be hours before anybody helped 'em out.

- So?

- So it ain't like we were shootin' craps

or leaving the car.

- All right, Frankie. Turn around.

- Man, they are really stacked.

- You just remember what we have in the trunk.

Now, stay here, keep your gun handy,

and lock the door when I leave.

- Hey, you've been seeing too many movies.

"Stay in the car."

"Keep your gun handy."

"Lock the doors."

Nothing's gonna happen in the middle

of the desert in broad daylight.

But I'll tell you what, Al Capone,

I'll keep you covered just in case

one of 'em snaps you in the ear

with their garter belt.

- Very funny.

You just do what I tell ya.

- Hi. What's wrong?

- Hi. Thanks for stopping.

I was really getting worried.

We've been here for over two hours.

- What seems to be the trouble?

- It just won't go anymore.

We were driving along and it just quit.

- Eh.

Well, let me see what I can do.

Maybe it was just flooded.

You're probably outta gas.

The gauge says empty.

- It doesn't work.

But we filled it up a hundred miles back.

- All right, let me look under the hood.

Well, I don't know,

maybe it's something in the ignition system.

- Oh, no.

What do we do now?

Could I ride with you to the next service station?

- Hey, what about me?

I'm not going to stay here all alone.

By the time you get back I'll be frozen.

- I don't wanna impose upon you,

but I really don't know what else we can do.

No one else has stopped.

- Well, uh... Well, look, miss.

- Let's go, girls! Heater's going.

- Oh, hey, thanks!

- I'm Frankie, and that's Tony.

- Hi, I'm Dana.

- I'm Marcia.

Thanks for picking us up.

Want some of this?

- What is it?

- Oh, a little special drink. Mostly rum.

- Wrong, baby. All rum.

- So, what do you fellas do?

- We're salesman on our way back to LA.

What about you?

- I really don't do much of anything.

Marcia wanted to go to Vegas and see about getting a job,

so I just thought I'd go along for the ride.

- What kinda job you looking for?

- I don't know. Probably a cocktail waitress.

I've done some dancing.

I might get a job in the chorus,

become a showgirl.

I understand they pay pretty well.

- Yeah.

Hey, I just got a great idea.

Tony knows a lot of people in Vegas.

Maybe he can help you out.

Right, old buddy?

- Well, as a dancer or a showgirl,

you can get about 150, 200 a week.

If you wanna go topless,

you can probably get 3 1/4, 350.

- Wow, that much, huh?

I just may start in a new career.

- Well, it looks like you got the body for it.

- I know some guys in Vegas

that have got a little influence.

I'll give you my number in LA.

When you get settled,

give me a call.

We'll be back up in Vegas in another week

or two and I'll see what I can do.

- That'll be nice.

You gotta get back to LA, huh?

- I'm afraid so.

We've gotta turn in our sales reports.

- That's too bad.

I'm beginning to enjoy myself.

- Yeah, well, it looks like Marcia is also.

- I wish I could think of some way to thank you

for helping us out.

- If I didn't have to get back to LA,

could I think of a way!

How about driving back with us?

- Oh, I can't.

I have to be in Vegas today to see about a job.

Frankie, come over here.

- Frankie, please, not in the car.

Please stop, they're watching.

- Oh...

I want you.

- You got me. You got me.

- Not here.

- There's a service station up ahead.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Excuse me, honey. I'll be right back.

Hey, Tony, can I see you for a minute outside?

- Yeah?

- What do you say we have a little party?

- Party?

What the hell are you talkin' about?

- Oh, come on, party.

You, me, and the two broads.

It sure would be a shame to let 'em get away.

They're just begging for it. What do you say?

- Lemme tell you something.

We're on an exact schedule.

If we don't show up in LA on time,

both of us are gonna have to answer a lot of questions.

- But what if we had, oh, car trouble?

- Man, you're gonna get us killed.

- You think she's that good?

- You guys like standing out here in the cold?

- Just... stretching.

- So what's happening?

- I talked to the man inside.

You should have seen him, he must be over 70.

Couldn't take his eyes off my dress.

I thought he was gonna die any minute.

- No wonder.

He probably hasn't seen anything

like you since World War I.

- Anyway, his truck is out for an hour or two.

If you guys weren't in such a big hurry,

you could help us pass the time.

- Sure.

Let's get a drink somewhere.

- What do you say, Tony?

We call the office and tell 'em we had a little car problem.

We'll have ignition trouble for a couple of hours.

How about it, Tony? Please.

- Oh, one drink can't hurt anything.

- Okay, Francis.

I'm off to the nearest bar...

Wherever that may be.

- You just drive, Tony. I'll look for the bar.

I'm an expert at spotting 'em.

There hasn't been a bar in miles.

- An alcoholic could die around here.

- Say, that looks like something up ahead.

- It's a motel.

- There's a bar on the other side.

- Looks like just a beer bar.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

It must be dry around here.

- Oh no, it's not.

It's never dry where we are.

- Well, well, what do you know?

Why don't I get a room?

I mean, we can't drink in the cafe.

- That's right. It's against the law.

Why don't we get two rooms?

- Yeah, yeah.

I'll get the ice and mix from the cafe.

Okay, Tony?

- Don't worry so much about your job.

I'm not gonna tell your boss.

Or is there something the matter with me?

Why don't you take your clothes off?

- Ouch!

Why don't you take your gun off?

- Don't make any sudden moves, baby,

or I'll blow your brains out.

I have a million reasons, all in the trunk of your car.

- It's Frankie.

- Come in.

- Hi, Tony.

Hey, how come you got tape on your mouth?

Something wrong?

Something's wrong.

- You wanna take their clothes?

- No, we don't need their clothes or their money.

I've got their car keys. That's all we need.

- Let's go.

- Wow, just look at it!

- Yeah.

- Well, looks like we made it.

- I know I shouldn't, but I really feel sorry for Tony.

He's a groovy guy.

You know what I mean?

- Hey, mister! Come on.

Hey, mister.

You got an airport around here

where we can charter a plane?

- I think there's one about 10 miles back down the road.

- Where do we get a cab?

- I don't know.

- Here's 20 bucks. Would you give us a ride?

- Why not?

- Let's go.

- That's got a good beat.

- I'm hungry. Let's get a hamburger.

- Think we can afford it?

What's that up ahead?

- Baker Unicom.

This is Baron 7621 November,

requesting information for takeoff.

Please advise runway and wind velocity.

Over.

- Using Runway 24.

Right-hand traffic.

Got wind

is 20 miles per hour from the southwest.

You're clear for takeoff.

- Where to?

- Take a sweep up the highway toward Vegas.

We're looking for a car, new black Cadillac.

Go about 75 miles and turn around,

follow the highway back toward LA.

- Got it.

- What the hell is so important, Sal?

- I'll tell you what's so important. Tony and this new boy,

what's his name, you hire, uh...

Frankie.

They don't show up yet.

Hold on a minute.

Howie. Howie.

Give the azaleas a little water, please.

They're sick.

- Sure, boss.

- Tony calls and says they're gonna be

a couple of hours late 'cause they got car trouble.

That's eight hours ago, Charlie. And now I figure it out,

maybe something's wrong.

- This is far enough. Head for LA.

- All right, get two of your boys.

Have 'em go where those guys live.

Have 'em watch the house.

I'll send a couple of my boys from here

to drive on in on the LA highway.

- Okay, Charlie, okay.

I send two guys out,

but I tell you right now, I don't like it.

It smells, Charlie.

New man, first day, and he comes up missing.

It's gonna give New York gas pains, Charlie.

Gas pains.

- All right, all right!

Let's don't panic yet.

Any number of things could have happened.

You check out their houses.

I'll take care of the rest from here.

- Okay, Charlie.

You're the boss.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Fill it up with ethyl, please.

- All right, listen.

It's a black 1969 Cad.

California plates, WCR 249.

They were claiming car trouble,

so be sure and check any garages along the way.

That's right.

- Drop down a little bit.

Let's check out that car.

- That's not your Cad.

- No, but it's their car, isn't it?

- Hey, it is their car!

We found 'em, Tony!

- Yeah, if they're in it.

- He's sure flying low.

- How many miles is it to LA?

- On that highway,

50 miles more before they hit the Los Angeles Freeway.

Then another 90 or 95 miles into LA.

- It's going to take 'em about an hour

to get to the freeway.

We'll land up ahead,

rent a car, drive to the freeway and wait for them.

- Tony, I just remembered,

what about your Cadillac?

- Not now, Frankie.

First things first.

Take us to an airport that's close to this highway.

- All right.

We'll take you to Ontario.

- You don't think we could have missed 'em, do you?

They could have turned off.

- Relax.

They gotta come this way if they're going to LA.

- Relax, the man says.

We're runnin' out of time!

Those dames have really put us into a box.

I should have-- - [Tony] Look!

- Is that...?

It is.

Just wait'll I get my hands on 'em.

- Boy, they sure

are gonna be surprised to see us.

Let's go.

- Yeah.

- I did "Guys and Dolls"

in stock for two years,

and then I did four different shows in Reno,

and a European movie.

Oh, and I just finished "Sound of Music" in San Diego.

- "Sound of Music"?

Well, look, honey, why don't you come back a little later

and I'll see what I can do for you.

They're starting a new show

at the Palace in a couple of weeks.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Rosa.

- Hello?

It's for you, Charlie.

- Oh, what the hell, Gordon?

I told 'em downstairs I didn't want any calls.

- You better take this one.

It's Sal from LA.

I'll take it in my bedroom.

- Mr. Rosa will be right with you.

- Are you sure this is Frankie's?

- Yeah.

- All right, I'll get us in.

It's empty.

- Okay, I'll call Sal and see what he wants to do.

Hello, Howie.

Riazzi.

Yeah, we're at Frankie's, nobody's here.

Right.

We stay right here and wait.

- Ain't nobody here.

Better call Sal.

- Right.

- Hello?

- This is Rico.

We're at Tony's pad. No luck.

- Leave Jerry there.

You get over to his girlfriend's.

- Okay.

I'll give you a call from there.

- Okay.

- You stay here.

- Just great.

- Hello?

No, I'm sorry,

he can't be disturbed right now.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Well, hold on just a moment, I'll see if I can get him.

- For Christ's sake... What is it?!

- I'm sorry to bother you, Charlie, but it's Sal again.

- I'll take it in the bathroom.

- Well?

What are you waiting for?

- Oh, come on, honey. I had you for breakfast.

- Well, they haven't shown up, Charlie,

but I got both places covered.

You hear anything?

- My guys are on the road to LA,

but they haven't called in yet.

- I think we got a lot of trouble.

I'm checking on Tony's girlfriend now,

but if she's not there, they cut out.

Better come to LA.

- All right, I'll catch a plane out within the hour,

rent a car at the airport.

But I wish to hell for once

you could handle this from your end.

- Charlie, let me tell you this.

You hired Frankie.

Frankie's your man.

- Yeah, yeah,

I know what you're trying to do,

but Tony was yours, so don't hand me any of that crap.

- I'm just giving you some good advice.

If this thing turns out bad,

and it looks like it will,

New York's gonna cut us both up, Charlie,

and I'm not gonna face 'em alone.

- All right, I'll call you when I get in.

- Sure, Charlie.

- Gordon, get me a seat on the next flight to LA.

- Okay, Charlie.

- I thought you were never coming back.

I want to talk to you about that new show at the Palace.

- We got all the time in the world, baby.

All the time in the world, baby.

- You go ahead and shower first.

I'll telephone the good news.

- Okay, then make me a scotch, will you?

- In a minute.

- How the hell can they afford to live here?

- They're probably being kept.

- We did it.

Couple of hours?

Okay.

- You check the car.

I'm going around back.

- Right.

- Nothin' in the car.

Must be in the trunk.

- Later.

The other one's upstairs in the bathroom.

Go on.

- Wash your back?

Here she is, Tony.

- Now check out the trunk.

- It won't do you any good.

We don't have the money.

We made the delivery out in the desert

before we ditched your car.

- For your sake, I hope you're lying.

- How about your new car, Tony?

- Frankie, will you go on?

- Tony, it ain't in the trunk either.

- Hey, man, is that necessary? - Shut up!

- Hey, man.

- Now, you listen to me, you dumb son of a bitch!

It was your hot pants that got us here in the first place.

I'm gonna tell you something 'cause you're young

and you're new and you're stupid!

Right now, they're looking for us

'cause we ain't made our delivery.

Even if we get the money back, we're still in big trouble.

But maybe, just maybe if I give 'em back the money,

they'll let us live.

If I don't, then you better find a nice

deep hole to hide in

'cause they're gonna blow your brains out, baby.

Now, get up.

All right, girls.

If you give me back the money,

I'll forget what happened.

Otherwise--

- I swear to God we don't have it.

Really, we don't. - That's right.

We met some guys in the desert

and we delivered the money to them.

- Yeah? Very interesting.

Frankie, take that one upstairs.

Go on, keep her quiet.

- Sure, Tony.

- Some guys in the desert, huh?

- That's right.

- What kind of car?

- I don't remember.

- Try.

Please, try to remember.

For Tony.

- I think it was a Buick. Yeah.

- Huh, good. What color?

- Um... Blue.

- From now on we speak softer.

How many guys?

- Two.

- What did they look like? - Please.

One's blonde and short,

the other average.

- What's average?

Brown hair. Average.

- Frankie, come down here.

Now, watch her.

- Hey, listen, he's nuts.

You better tell him where the bags are.

It's no sense in getting all beat up.

You see what I mean?

It's like he's scared.

Capeesh?

You gotta tell us.

You gotta talk or we've had it.

Hell, you can understand that.

They're gonna kill us.

They're gonna kill us!

- Well, sweetie, I'm sorry,

but Dana's got you beat all to hell.

She came up with a nice, red car.

Three guys.

Oh, one was even a Mexican.

Now, that's imagination.

Well, let's tie 'em up.

Get some rope or extension cord.

And see if there's some tape in the bathroom.

Well, looks like we're gonna be here

with this thing until they get both stories to match.

- Very nice.

- Who the hell are you?

What do you want?

- Very nice.

Which one of you belongs to Tony?

- I do. What's he done now?

- I'm asking the questions.

Where is he?

- He's on his way back from Las Vegas.

He's supposed to call me when he gets home.

- Yeah, sure.

Well, I'll just wait right here.

Yeah, I'm at the girl's place.

Well, the number is 666-3181.

- All right, you stay there and see if he shows up.

- Right.

Well, looks like we're gonna be here for a while.

Now, don't let me bother you.

You two girls just continue with what you were doing.

- You dirty bastard. Get out of here.

- You wouldn't want Tony

to know about you two, would you?

Now, I gotta stay here.

And I'll tell you what.

Suppose you two just keep on having fun,

keep me from getting bored,

and I promise you nobody will ever know a thing about it.

Cross my heart. Hope to die.

With the covers off.

- All right, anytime you want to talk,

just nod your head.

Then we'll split you up and we'll try for the same story.

Well?

You're gonna be sorry you set us up.

Now you.

Harder.

Harder.

Okay, Frankie, okay.

Suit yourself.

If the girls don't talk,

we're dead.

Hey, hold it, hold it. They passed out.

We gotta go about this thing more scientifically.

Cut the cord off that lamp, Frankie.

Frankie, take Marcia up to the shower.

Keep her in the hot until she talks. And hurry up.

Now look, if I don't get that money back

and make my delivery before they find me, I've had it.

Do you understand?

So tell me.

Please.

Okay.

Nod your head when you've had enough.

- You can get out anytime you want to.

Just tell me where the money is.

- Talk.

Please talk.

- Please...

Let me up, please.

I'll talk.

- Well, let's just make sure.

- Please.

Can't stand it.

- You wanna tell the truth now?

Well?

- It's in the motor.

- What do you mean?

- Inside of the hood.

- Hey, there's something wrong with the lights.

- Watch 'em.

- What does he mean, "Watch 'em"?

They're all tied up.

- The seals have been broken.

- Hey, thank God, we're off the hook.

What are we gonna do with the two broads?

- Frankie, we're not off the hook yet.

We never should have stopped.

- In that case, the hell with 'em.

Hey, there must be, geez, a million bucks!

If they're gonna kill us anyway,

I'll take my chances with a million.

We can go a long, long way with that much dough.

- Yeah, but not far enough.

Now, you forget it.

They'll find you and they'll kill you

if it takes the next 50 years. They never give up.

Now, come on, we're going over to Sal's,

and we're gonna make our delivery.

Get that one dressed.

I'll get the other one.

- Hello?

- This is Charlie. Where's Sal?

- He ain't here right now, boss. Are you in town?

- Yeah. You know where he went?

- No, but I'm sure he'll be checking back with me.

- Anything new with those two guys?

- No.

We don't know nothing yet, boss.

- Tell Sal I'll get back to him as soon

as I check into a hotel.

- Yes, sir.

- That's the car.

- Don't you think we should follow?

- We should follow our orders. Stay right here.

- $3.60.

- Let's go.

Too much noise. Cops.

- He's out.

- Finish him.

- Hello, Eddie.

- We gotta see Sal.

- Inside.

- Okay, what's going on?

Where have you two dummies been?

- They conned us into giving 'em a ride,

then they pulled a gun.

We got loose and followed 'em home.

- Yeah, me and Tony made 'em talk.

Here's the money.

You know? We got it back.

- It's all there, right, Sal?

- Yeah, it seems to be.

I'm real proud of you two boys.

You must have had a very difficult time taking this money

away from these two real tough broads.

Did they say who they were workin' for?

- Well, no,

I didn't even think that--

- You think two broads just happened

to know about the shipment?

Just happened to know you were takin' it?

Just happened to know it was goin' to LA instead of Phoenix?

- No, I didn't...

I didn't think about that.

- You didn't think.

You didn't think since the whole thing started.

You didn't think since you left Las Vegas, dummy.

It's obvious somebody inside tipped 'em off,

somebody that knew everything.

- Look, Sal, we figured we'd just get the money

over here like we were supposed to do,

and then you know what to do about the rest.

- I know what to do, all right.

This is the way it's gonna be.

You're gonna tell me who you're workin' for...

Or I'm gonna kill you.

And your friend's gonna see it,

and she's gonna talk anyway.

So you might as well save us some time

and tell me what I wanna know.

Well, you wanna die?

- It's Charlie.

Well, he's the one who set the whole thing up.

Told us when the shipment would leave Vegas.

This is the ninth run we waited for this month.

None of the others stopped.

- She's gotta be lyin'.

Why would Charlie go to all this trouble

to steal the money when he could

have taken it any time he wanted to?

- If she's lying, how did she even know Charlie's name?

Now, why did he do it?

- So he'd wind up with the money.

The organization would never know he was involved.

- All right, that makes sense.

Now, what was the rest of the plan?

- What do you mean?

- Charlie isn't gonna let you two sit

around with all this loot.

Where and when was he supposed to meet you?

- Tonight.

At our house.

- All right.

I'll find out if you're tellin' the truth.

I'm gonna set up a little reception committee for Charlie,

and if he shows up, New York's gonna be very grateful.

This is Sal. Give me Eddie.

What's that address?

- 2255 Beverly Canyon Avenue.

- Yeah, hello, Eddie? Sal.

Listen, I want you

to take a couple boys up to 2255 Beverly Canyon Avenue,

and if anybody shows up, bring 'em here to me.

I mean anybody.

All right.

That takes care of Charlie.

Now, what do I do with you two Romeos?

I guess I'll have to kill you boys.

I'm really sorry.

I just wish you hadn't have stopped.

- Stop right there, Sal!

Toss it on the floor, Sal. Nice and easy.

That was an interesting call you just made to Eddie.

You got quite a gift, Sal,

'cause I killed Eddie over half an hour ago.

- So that's how you got the arm, huh, Charlie?

You were really in on it.

You did go to meet the girls, huh?

- That's right, Sal.

I hired the girls.

I set up the caper.

Tony and Frankie should still be in that motel,

but something went wrong.

In fact, there've been several surprises.

Eddie was waitin' for me.

- Drop it, Sal, or you're dead.

Frankie, scoop up that money.

We're leaving.

- Tony, Tony, Tony.

Don't you know it's useless?

They don't give up, Tony.

They never stop.

- Yeah, Sal, yeah, I know.

But in the words of one of the great literary geniuses

of our time, "If they're gonna kill us anyway,

we'll take our chances with a million."

- Enjoy, Tony.

Enjoy while you're young

because you're going to get very old very, very soon.

Two, three weeks.

- Maybe, and maybe not.

Now, either Eddie's a mind reader and you're a mystic,

or you knew where we were all along.

But how did you know where the girls live, Sal?

- Look, Tony, put the gun down.

Return the money, I call New York,

I'll see what I can do and maybe we make a deal.

I can't guarantee--

- Sal, how did you know where the girls live?

- He hired us originally.

He said he had a way of getting Charlie fired

so he could take over the Vegas territory.

But he promised no one would get hurt.

- Well, well.

Frankie, take the girls and get to the car.

- Let's go.

- Tell you what I'd do if I were you, Sal.

I'd make damn sure nothing ever happens to us,

'cause if the New York boys find me,

those girls know enough about you to make things

rather difficult to say the least.

And I'm gonna have 'em write it all down,

from start to finish.

And then I'm gonna stash it in a nice safe place.

Oh, if that's for me, Sal,

I'm not in.

- Yeah.

Oh, hello, sir.

Well, we've done everything we can at this end, sir.

Yeah, it was just what I suspected.

It was Charlie all along.

He set the whole thing up.

Aced out two of my best men, sir.

It's all right.

I took care of him myself.

Well, I don't think I better explain

the whole thing over the telephone. There was a...

There was an automobile accident.

The two delivery men involved had the shipment with 'em.

Yes, sir.

Now, there was a very bad fire.

I don't think so, sir.

No chance of recovering anything at all.

Yes, sir.

Well, that's a great compliment coming from you, sir.

Vegas?

I'd be more than happy to, sir.

Well, sir, maybe in the future,

the two of us can work together

and see this doesn't happen again.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you in Vegas, sir.

- You guys want anything?

I'm gonna make myself a sandwich.

- Don't move, sweetheart. Let me do it.

Here.

- No, you stay here and catch us dinner.

I need the exercise anyway.

- Hey, man, you shouldn't let her climb up

and down the stairs like that.

- What do you mean let?

Hell, as soon as I slipped the ring on,

she stopped listenin' to me.

- Frankie, when she gets that way,

you just gotta show her who the boss is.

- Listen to you, the expert.

- Here, precious, come to Daddy.

See the big boat, honey?

- That's no way to hold her. You've gotta be gentle.

- Here, precious. Here's Mommy.

- Ain't love grand?