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- Oh, look at y'all.

That's way nice, way nice.

- Yo, Willy.

How's it lookin'?

- Good, good, good, good, good.

- Hold on, will ya? - All right, how's it goin'?

- Hey, how are you? - Hey, I'm all right.

- Hi, Ross!

- How are you? - All right.

- Who's the main mama now? - Look who's here!

Hey, how you doing?

- Fine, what's happening? - Your gig finished?

- Yes, I'm gonna go and do Leila's last set at the Pussycat.

- All right, you have fun now, all right.

- Okay, bye-bye. - How's business?

- Hey, packed again,

you know? - All right.

- They lining up, protected white with Sam.

- That's the name of the game. - My man.

- You keep hustling. - I'm on it.

Step right up! I said come here.

Right. - With you.

- Hey man, I'm gonna die!

- Man, oh, I can't even look at 'em anymore.

Nicky, Matty!

- Mike, how you doing?

Maron!

How you guys been, huh? - Great, doing great.

- You keeping in shape, kid, huh?

Come on, come on, no good.

I just watching your doll work.

Nicky, we got a million dollar property out there.

- Yeah, she knows how to work a club, huh, Mike?

- Hey.

Hey, Matty, I gotta know one thing before I die, huh?

What was it like to shack up with her, huh?

Hey, Mike, don't start him up, will you?

This guy's been a pain in the ass

since he busted up with that broad, huh?

- How can you blame the guy?

Hey, Matty, what are you doing standing there?

Get downstairs, grab yourself a seat up front there!

- Mikey, Mikey, we're on business here.

- Business?

- Business.

- Yeah sure, let's get a drink.

Come on, in the office.

What's, what's your poison?

I got a stash, I got a stash of, I got some Jack.

- Mike, the commissions.

- Nicky, please, huh? I know.

I swear it's killing me.

On my mother's soul,

I promise you'll have everything Friday.

- You're a month overdue now.

- You're shit!

I'd give my only nut to be able to pay you tonight,

now you know that.

Gimme a little more time, huh?

Hey look, you guys was down and out once.

I showcased your girls, didn't I?

Look, I gave you the break you needed.

- Yeah, yeah but that was good business then, Mike.

This ain't.

- Me, I helped you kids.

Nicky, I'm only asking till Friday.

- It's always Friday with you, Mike.

What is this?

- Nicky, on my knees, on my knees.

I swear, I swear

on my grandmother's grave, you'll have it.

- Get up.

Friday? - Yeah.

- Friday.

- That's good.

That's good, I knew I could count on you guys.

Hey look, if there's time,

straight from the other side,.

It's milk from your mother in law's tit,

150-fucking proof.

I got it especially for you Matty, here.

- Thanks. - Come on,

let's have a drink, what do you say, huh?

Let me go!

Help!

No!

Wasn't she wonderful!

Our star, Loretta!

And now, for your pleasure,

Red Velvet!

Leila, what are you doing here?

- Just thought I'd come see your last set.

You were great tonight.

- You think so? - Yeah,

yeah, you looked good.

You looked real good.

Leila, not here.

Happy birthday.

- I'd like to kick her ass all the way down to the battery.

- Face it, she went and found somebody else.

What do you want?

- Another shot.

- Another shot?

Hey, Matt, you're a good-looking guy.

You can be with a different chick every night of the week.

Why put yourself through all this shit?

I mean, is she really worth it?

- Yeah.

Yeah, she's really worth it.

- Hey, Matt.

How'd the Italian gardener break his arm raking leaves?

- Oh, I don't know!

- He fell out of the tree.

You like that one?

If you don't laugh, I'll shut the car off.

- Right.

Uh, Honey works at Mike's 9 to 1, Friday and Sunday.

And 3 to 7 on Wednesday.

Now Bijou, rebook Bijou at the Latino all week.

- Got it. - Hey handsome,

what's this, rat poison?

- Seriously, put it down.

- Well, where'd you get it?

- Mike. - Mike gave it to us.

- Ugh, Mike?

- Yeah, that's right, it was Red Cherry.

Hey, how come you didn't take your G-string off

at the cup last night?

- What?

- I said, how come you didn't take your G-string off

at the cup the other night?

- I had my period.

- You went to a bottomless club

out on the island with your period?

No, no, not you, Mrs. Johnson.

Hey, what's the matter with you, hey?

You blow this account for me with the cup,

you're gonna work a year for nothing.

- Okay. - That's for all of you.

- Yes, I will work with you for nothing!

- Bibi, you wanna work the Metropole setting Sunday night?

- Yeah, I'd love to.

Okay.

- Ooh, that's a good club, huh?

- Yeah, good tips.

- Yeah, look, that's great.

I really appreciate it, thank you very much.

- Wait, another call?

Where's my fucking money?

- Hey, sit. - I've been waiting.

- Sit. - What do you think,

I don't have anything to do all day?

- Yeah, hold on a second, alright?

- I do have things to do.

God! - Hey, shut up!

I don't know where your fucking money is,

but here's your dancing money, all right?

- Well, it's the same thing, now don't be smart with me.

- Baby, and you know, I remembered, you owe me $20.

- I do? Where from?

Wait, wait, I-I wasn't looking.

I have another one. - Just call me

in a couple days, all right?

Yeah, go ahead.

I'd like to speak with Nicholas Piacenzia.

- This is Piacenzia.

- Yeah, this is Tommy.

- Quiet down!

No!

- Now where is she?

St. Vincent's hospital.

- Yeah, alright, thanks a lot.

Matt.

Harry, watch the phones.

- I don't know what's, what's wrong with him.

- Somebody busted up Honey after her gig last night.

- Oh no.

- And Matt, they messed her up pretty good.

- Who?

- I don't know.

But she's over at St. Vincent's Hospital.

And I think we better get over there right now.

Hi, sweetheart.

- Hi, Nicky.

Matt.

- Look, got your favorite flowers.

They're nice, huh?

I'm gonna put 'em down right over here.

How's that? - That's fine.

- Look, Honey, if there's anything you want,

if you need something special, Matty and I,

we're both here for you.

How you feeling? Feel like talking about it?

Did you see him?

No.

He came from behind.

Oh, Nicky, Nicky he was like an animal.

He just, he just kept grabbing me,

grabbing my hair and stabbing me.

I tried to run.

- Sh! - I tried to

but he took my hands

and he pried open my fingers

and then he started cutting them!

Cutting them!

I- I screamed, Nicky, I screamed.

- It's okay.

- I see what he was doing and I screamed,

"Please don't cut my fingers!

Please don't cut my fingers!"

Come on, Matty.

Come on, Matty.

One more time and you got him!

Just do it!

- Hey Jimmy, how you doing? - Hey, how you doing?

What's up, Matt?

- Nothing.

- Can I get you a drink or something?

- No, no, it's okay, thanks.

Yo, keep it clean, sugar.

- Hi, lover.

- Hi, Bibi.

- Hey, is that Matty over there?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey, Matty, over here.

Matty, how you doing? - Hey, Frankie.

- You know everybody, right? - Hey, Matty.

- Sit down.

Hey, sweetheart, come over here.

Uh, Jack Daniels, right? Jack Daniels, no ice.

You got it? No ice.

Got it.

- So where's Nicky, how come he ain't around?

- Night off.

- Took the night off?

He takes the night off and we work, can you believe it?

Fucking guy, I love it.

We're working, he takes a night off.

Hey, how'd you like the speakers?

- Loud. - Yeah.

What are they, JD, JD, what the?

- C! JVC!

Yeah, JVC,

we got 'em in the bathrooms even.

500 bucks a piece, you won't believe it.

in the club,

it makes them crazy.

- Yeah?

- Man, I almost forgot.

Friday night, right?

Listen, do me a favor, go get the envelope for Matty.

You gotta go into the kitchen, desk drawer, right-hand side.

You see an envelope, it's got Mady on it.

M-A-D-Y, you can read, right?

Yeah.

- What the hell you waiting for? Go.

Sweetheart, didn't I say no ice?

I mean, what the hell am I doing, speaking Chinese?

- Whoa, Frankie, I'll drink it.

- No, no, you drink it.

Hey, sweetheart, get another drink, and no ice!

Oh, no, look who the fuck just walked in.

- You know better than that.

Get her ass off the bar.

Yo.

- Frank. - Wheeler.

- How you doing, Matt?

- Hey, he comes in on Friday night,

the best night of the week.

What are you trying to do, kill my business?

- I'll close your business

if you don't keep pussy off the bar.

- Ain't no vice cop no more.

- Try me.

Talk to me, little boy.

- Getting your rocks off in homicide, Al?

- You wanna tell me about the little girl

who got hurt last night, the one that works for you?

- A lot of girls work for me.

- A lot of girls work for you. Yeah, yeah I know, I know.

Don't rock and roll with me, Rossi.

I didn't come in here to get jerked off.

- So some girl gets beat up by a mugger-

- I'm not talking to you, wop!

- Who the fuck are you talking to then?

- I'm not talking to you.

She didn't get mugged.

She had 200 bucks on her, untouched.

That bothers me, Rossi.

Especially when I think about

the kind of people she works for.

Now I figure a big shot like you

oughta be able to tell me something about it.

- Guess you figured wrong.

- Well, you better figure again.

A man in your line of business

can't afford to be uncooperative with me.

Do I make myself clear?

It's a thin line you grease balls tread.

Let's get out of this cesspool.

- Very sociable guy.

- Guy couldn't find his dick if it was in his hand.

I don't know how these fucking guys get into homicide.

- You should thank God he did.

He closed every job we worked

a thousand times when he was with vice.

- Look at him.

He's checking the date on our liquor license.

I hate the fuck.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- Every time you involve yourself

with these dago sons of bitches there's a runaround.

- Why, you think Rossi might know something?

- Yeah, he knows something.

This whole thing stinks of gangland bullshit.

Somebody's gotta be after his ass.

Shit, I'd love to throw them all in jail.

- Hey, I know, but if the guys are clean, they're clean.

- Nobody's clean.

- She gave me two for one. - Oh, really?

- You wanna know what really burns me up about Rossi?

- What?

- He's arrogant.

- Loretta.

Loretta.

Loretta.

Hey, good morning.

- Morning.

- You got 10 bucks I can borrow?

Yeah, in my purse.

I checked there, you're broke.

- Um, look in the drawer, here.

- Thanks, I'll give it back to you tonight.

What shift you got?

- Last two at the Latino.

Mm. Your favorite club.

- You know the last time I danced there?

This guy came all over his lap

before I even had a chance to take off my dress.

And they wonder what we have against men.

- What you have against men.

Oh, you haven't had enough yet?

- Not yet.

- Well, I was gonna be sweet

and get you your morning coffee,

but maybe you might wanna have

one of your greasy grease ball friends

get it for you instead.

- No, Leila.

Come on, I can't move until I get my coffee.

- Men don't look so good when Leila's around, do they?

- No, they don't.

- That's what I like to hear coming from my Loretta.

Do you love me?

- I love this mouth.

- I love your mouth.

I've gotta get your coffee.

- No, you don't.

Let's hear it for Loretta, folks!

- Thought you might need a ride home.

- I promised Leila I'd pick her up at the Club Latino.

- She can find a way without you.

- Change your mind about keeping in touch?

- Yeah.

Street noise still keep you up?

- You keeping off the junk?

Yes.

Hm.

- You been seeing other people?

- Yeah.

- Does it help any?

Matt.

Don't you understand?

I'm afraid of going to bed with you again.

I loved you too much.

You should have talked to me more.

- Sometimes I can't find the right words.

- Sometimes there aren't any.

Shit.

Thanks, Matty.

- No, no!

But let the reader be aware.

This is not fiction, this is reality.

The subway brought chills to her skin

and then the stalk, the strike.

She screamed, twisted away from the carbon steel,

blood filling the subway platform

with the smell of salt and plasma.

It was 3:13 in the morning at the Herald Square Station.

- What can I say, she's lucky to even be alive.

- Look, is there a chance that it's the same guy

that hit our other dancer?

- It's the same? - Yeah.

- Well, I-I can only guess,

but I'd say yeah, there's a possibility.

You see the wounds all,

all seem to have a similar, um, precision.

This attacker, uh, has at least

a relatively familiar knowledge of, uh, human anatomy.

He avoids hitting places

where the major veins and arteries lie.

In, in both cases, I don't know,

it seems like he wanted to make sure

that, that death, uh, was not instantaneous.

- Look, thanks a lot doctor, really appreciate your help.

- Yeah well, you know where I am if you need me.

Yeah, thanks.

Dr. Staver, Dr. Wally Staver please call 4-6.

- Yo, spic, get off my car!

- What'd you say to me? - You heard me!

- Hey, hey, that's not a smart way

to talk to people who are trying to help you.

- Now that's a fucking joke.

You know it turns my stomach

to even deal with garbage like you, Rossi.

- Then don't! Just do your job for once.

- This is girl number two.

I'd say somebody's got it out for you.

You wanna talk about it?

These are your girls we're trying to protect, asshole!

When are you gonna start?

- There's nothing I hate more than guineas and Cadillacs.

- Pull that fucking thing in here.

- What? - Matty, come on, huh?

She's sitting in her dressing room.

How the hell am I supposed to make a business here, huh?

- All right, I'll go talk to her, Mike.

- Yeah, please, huh?

Nicky, look, that crowd's gonna rip that joint apart

if she don't go on.

Look, I pay you guys to deliver girls.

- Hey, you don't like 'em, Mike,

then you go to Goldstein for dancers, all right?

- Nicky, I'm no traitor, but business is business.

I'm in a big hole here.

- You're in a big hole? What about me?

- I just came to see if you need anything.

Mike says you didn't go on.

Give me some time, I'll get a girl over here to fill in.

No, I'll go on, Matty.

Oh, Matty, i-is she gonna die?

I don't know.

Shh, shh, it'll be okay.

Come on, come on.

- You can forget about that money Mike owes us.

I have no choice but to let him slide.

- Well, he's got a legitimate gripe.

- Oh, who don't?

That schmuck is probably on the phone right now

with Goldstein asking him for girls.

- That'd be the smart move.

- Smart move my ass.

We're his friends, Matt.

It was us who bailed him out with the sharks, remember?

- Nicky.

It was just business.

- Bad business.

It was bad business, Matty.

Another cancellation.

- What's wrong with these bitches?

- They're scared.

- Well, who ain't?

Hey, if this knife fuck keeps hitting us

it's down the tubes, you know that?

What are we gonna do, Matt?

- What can we do?

- This.

We can blow the son of a bitch's head right off.

- Put that away.

- Bullshit.

What's the matter, Matt?

You ain't got it in you no more?

- You got it in you, huh?

You gonna take this to somebody's head and pull the trigger?

You got the balls to do that?

Then you do it.

Take this shit down!

- Hey, Matt.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, uh-

- Hey, forget about it.

We've been friends too long.

- Matt.

I got the word from Don Carm.

He wants to know if there's any reason for concern.

- Don Carmine has no reason to be concerned.

- The talk is Goldstein's involved.

- Forget about Goldstein.

- Think so?

He's got everything to gain

by our girls being scared to work.

You ought to think about that.

Somebody should let him know

we're not the only one with girls in danger.

- Is Carmine looking for a hit against Goldstein?

- It ain't that you're afraid

of the sight of blood, is it, Mateo?

Whoa!

Rossi, Rossi, Rossi!

- Get over here. What's the matter with you?

- That kid's got nothing left.

Why don't they stop the fight?

- Hey, the ref ain't gonna do your job.

You get out there, you kill him.

You take him out!

- Good night, Vince, see you tomorrow.

Good night, Mr. Goldstein.

- Goldstein.

- Matt.

- I wanna talk to you.

- Well, come inside. - No.

- No? Now take it easy, take it easy, what can I do-

- I wanna know if you're involved in any of this.

- Matt.

I'm a businessman, I'm not a gangster.

- I've been hearing different, Lou.

- I'm not your enemy, Matt.

But somebody out there is.

You think about it.

- I've been thinking about it.

- People like us have a lot of adversaries.

Now what makes you think I'm yours?

- You've got a lot to gain.

I do, but I was-

- What can you say to stop me

from putting a bullet through your brain?

- I'll say you're shooting the wrong man.

- If you're lying, I'm dead.

- Come on, babe, you're gonna be late.

- I'll pick you up outside the school five o'clock sharp.

And don't forget the tour of the Galaman.

Pick you up on the way home, all right?

- I won't forget. - All right,

let me have a kiss.

Hey Rube, listen to me.

I don't want you to go to work anymore. Understand?

- How would that look, I'm the boss's girl.

- You know how much I love you, Rube, huh?

- Come on, come on, get outta here.

- Lock the door.

- Morning, Nick.

- I got your club.

- Oh, thanks.

- Any no shows today?

- Yeah, two, but I got 'em covered.

- That's great, great.

This is Starlite.

May I speak with the manager please?

- Who is this?

Carla Stark from the news.

- What do you want?

Could you answer a few questions

about Leila Powers and Honey Washington?

- What about it?

How long have they worked for your agency?

- I don't believe this crap.

- Who is it? - Fucking newspaper.

- What do they want?

Nothing.

I got nothing to say to you.

- She looks like she's getting better, doesn't she, Matty?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Thank you for being here.

- No problem.

Come on, let's go someplace.

- Okay.

- Well, here's what we got.

He's a male Caucasian, he used some kind of a razor.

He appears to be familiar with martial arts.

Other than that, we got a blank wall.

I'm running the MO over the computers

to the Washington Organized Crime Unit.

As soon as they get them in I'll bring it over to you.

Now, it doesn't look too good.

- What if you were a mobster

and you wanted to hurt somebody, how would you do it?

- With a gun.

- Why?

- It's fast, it's clean and it's definite.

- Why don't they hit Rossi instead of his girls?

- Maybe they don't wanna hit Rossi.

Maybe they wanna scare Rossi.

- Mm-mm.

If he was a target, he'd be dead.

Our assumption has always been

that the syndicate was moving against him.

What if that assumption was wrong?

- Do you know what that means?

- A city full of...

suspects.

- I'm coming.

48 and Broadway.

- It's been a long time since we've been here.

- Yeah, well, I come down here pretty often by myself,

but, uh, it's not the same thing.

Hey, I almost forgot.

- What is this?

- Your birthday.

Come on, open it.

Matty.

- Oh. Wait, wait, wait.

You gotta spin it like this.

- You never would have given me this a year ago.

- Yeah, well, that was my mistake, wasn't it?

- Thank you.

See you found the whiskey.

Sorry it's not bourbon.

- Well.

- Just like old times.

I'm not gonna regret it, am I, Matty?

- You ain't gonna regret it.

- Just long as it's not for the past.

- It's not.

It's for now.

Bye.

- Matty, what?

- It's nothing.

- Aw, I'll get the towel.

- No, it's okay, it'll stop.

Well, it was another dark night

for New Yorkers, as 23-year-old dancer Silver Chavez

died as a result of wounds suffered

in the latest attack by the so-called New York Knifer.

Chavez is reportedly the first victim to die.

More on that from our correspondent at NYU medical center.

- I'm sending you two men.

Use them as you see fit.

I don't need anybody, Carmine.

- I got a lot of faith in you, Mateo,

but this thing has got to stop.

It's bad business.

They talk all over the radio, the news, it's messy.

- I understand.

- Matt, take the men.

They might be useful to you.

I guarantee.

20 years ago this phone call would have been unnecessary.

The situation would have already been taken care of.

- Yeah, I know.

- Matt, settle your duty, will you?

Remember, you know what has to be done.

- You know how long he was hanging on that thing?

24 fucking hours before he finally croaked!

He looked like an elephant.

He was!

And then when Bobby hit him

with the electric prod,.

Shine 'em up, Matty.

- Oh, and how he flopped around on that hook.

And he was screaming!

That's what I think of Carmine and his friends.

- Give way! Give way!

- What's happening with Leila? Leila!

- Get that cart!

- Leila, Leila, baby, come on.

Come on, come on.

Right up, come on then, I need it right now, go.

Get the jelly on there.

Leila, come on, talk to me, baby.

Is it charged? - Yes.

- All right let's go.

Stand clear, stand clear.

Charge!

Charge 'em up.

1,001!

1,002! We're losing her!

- Come on Leila. Come on, come on.

- 1,001, 1,002. - Come on.

- 1,003. - Forget it.

- It's me, Loretta, Jorge.

Loretta?

To my Loretta, I'll give you a special account.

Welcome back.

Get outta here!

- She's so ugly it hurts my eyes.

She couldn't give a hard on to a rapist!

You think Loretta at least would call.

- Why don't you call the agency?

Yeah,

They gonna do something to earn their commissions.

They send me this stiff to cover Loretta.

- Yes, Starlite.

It's me.

- What, Mike?

- I got that fat pig you sent me out there.

- Hey, Mike, what do you care?

Peeps who enjoy your place,

they don't look at the face anyway.

- Look, I'm not asking for pinup girls,

but give me a break!

Send me, you send me a stick!

I'll kill that fat sow and put her out of her misery!

- Mike, I'm gonna have to call you back, all right, bye.

- Can you believe it?

He hung up on me!

I'm lost! I'm ruined!

I'll never get out of the hole!

- Loretta.

Hello?

Loretta?

Oh shit.

Loretta, wake up.

Wake up. - What?

- It's me, Ruby.

You missed work and everybody's been worried about you.

Come on, get up.

What time is it?

It's late.

I'll run a bath.

Chapter eight.

With the death of each criminal,

each whore, each worthless life,

man comes one step closer to purity.

The bones cracked.

The muscles tore.

Their eyes pleaded for mercy.

There is none.

- Hey, how about letting us

take some pictures? - Not now, not now.

Seal off street at 93rd.

Reroute all traffic onto West End avenue.

- Any leads? - No comment.

That's it, fellas.

- Definitely.

She wasn't with Rossi, she's one of Goldstein's girls.

- That's it then.

Our maniac has opened new territory.

We ain't got much time

before all those guns are on the street.

What are you talking about, the mob?

They claim there's no such thing.

- You keep your people on your side of town.

I don't want a situation over a misunderstanding.

- Matt, when your girls were hit,

you came to me with suspicion.

Now it's one of my girls.

What do you expect from us?

Now here's my plan.

We hire our own transportation

to carry the girls from club to club.

We hire our own investigators

to try to flush this guy out.

We'll have to keep our offices open 24 hours a day

in case there's an emergency.

And finally, I'm gonna have to force the club owners

to put on extra people to police their own places.

- That's not gonna be easy.

- We'll help financially.

- Yeah? How much financially?

- Oh, I estimate the whole operation

will cost about $2,500 a week for each side.

- All right, we're in.

- Okay.

Now let's go find this motherfucker.

- Nadia, be careful.

- Tell your partners I want the guns off the streets.

And also tell him he better watch his ass.

The first sign of violence,

him and his downtown friends are goners.

You got 24 hours.

- So what are you doing for breakfast?

- Nothing as of now.

- How you doing, Jimmy?

- How you doing, Nicky? Anything new?

- Nothing.

Gimme a double scotch before I pass out.

I mean, what a night.

- Hey, sugar, double dos over here.

- Has Matty been around? - Yeah, in and out.

- Where's Frankie? - In the kitchen.

Want me to buzz him?

- Why don't you do that?

- Give me another one of these.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

- You got it.

Hey, sugar.

- Hey, Nicky.

How you doing, what's up?

- See that guy sitting in front of Bibi?

- What, the big guy over there?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I've been watching him

all night, so?

- So he's got a knife in his pocket.

A razor knife.

- Wait a minute. - Why?

- Wait a minute.

Get Bibi over here.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

You see that guy sitting over there? Don't look, Bibi.

- Well, what guy?

- That big javone that was looking into your face.

- Oh yeah, him.

What about him?

- You get him into the kitchen.

I don't care how you do it, you just do it, understand?

- Yeah. - Do what he says.

- Yeah, now.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How you doing? - Not too bad.

Hey, you, get out!

- Hey, yakker-man, go clean this fridge.

Come on, chop chop, chop chop, let's go, out.

- Frankie, where are the lights?

- Right here. - Turn 'em off.

- Tonight's your lucky night, huh?

- You're telling me.

Big boy, come on, get over here.

You think you're man enough for me, huh?

- Baby, you'll see.

- Ooh.

- Think you could handle it?

- You bet I can.

- What's happening?

- You tell us.

- Yeah, you pervert.

- What you got in them pockets?

- Hey, none of your damn business.

I said take your fucking hands off me!

- I got you, you motherfucker! I got you!

I got him!

- Matty, Matty!

Nicky and Frankie are fighting with some guy in the kitchen.

- Fuck! Matty, this is the guy!

I got the son of a bitch!

- This ain't the guy.

Matty, this ain't the guy, Matty.

Matty, stop, Matty.

Matty, this ain't the guy, Matty.

He just got in today, Matty!

This ain't the guy, this ain't the guy.

Look, it's his ticket.

He just got in today.

Fucking architect, this guy.

From Chicago, he's an architect.

- You trying to say that this ain't the guy?

Look at my face, this ain't the guy?

This ain't the guy, look at my face!

- It ain't him!

- Well, help me throw the goddamn bum out, all right?

- I need a drink.

- Hey yo, come on!

- Loretta?

Loretta?

- Nobody's above the law.

Just think of it this way, sergeant.

We're the only thing

between that bastard and innocent people.

Well?

- Well, I called the Starlite,

they told me that Rossi wasn't there.

- Hmm, that figures.

We'll find him.

- Starlite Agency.

Matty, it's me Nicky.

Look, I'm downtown.

They just found Cindy's body outside the Pussycat.

She's dead.

Matt?

Hey, Matty.

- Hey, Matty, we won!

- You! Why didn't you stop the fight?

- Hey, back off.

Rossi, Rossi, Rossi!

Rossi, Rossi, Rossi!

- You, back off.

Rossi, Rossi, Rossi!

- Hey, fella, where you going, where you going?

The show ain't over yet.

- What show? That's a ripoff.

- Hey listen, I'll give you- - Come on!

- Half the price

on your next ticket, for Christ's sake.

Hey, buck, wait a second.

These are hot. - No, thanks.

- These are hot girls.

- I've seen better pussies on apes in a zoo.

- Look, I'll give you a rebate.

It's the fucking agency, I'll call those motherfuckers.

- Hello! - Starlite Agency.

- Hello, Nicky!

Who's this?

- It's me, who do you think it is?

What do you want, Mike?

- Look, I told you guys this would happen.

What?

- My place is empty.

Isn't Loretta there?

- No, no, no. No Loretta.

None of your broads.

I'm going broke here, man.

I'll get a girl there in half an hour.

- Oh, come on!

Hello?

- Hey Bijou, it's Nicky. - Yeah?

- Listen, can you make the second set over at Mike's for me?

No way, Nick.

I'm not working till they find this guy.

- Thanks a lot, Bijou.

Take her name off that board.

- Who, Bijou? - Yeah, and Loretta's too.

- Nick.

You know, you ain't gotta pay me my check this week.

I just wanna tell you,

you ain't gotta pay me back either.

I mean, I know we're in tough shape.

- I appreciate that Harry, but you'll get paid.

- Thanks.

- You think you got troubles.

Look at this place, what a mess, I'm ruined.

I mean, I haven't got a glass in this whole house.

I'm serving drinks out of Dixie Cups.

You mind telling me what you're sweeping?

Go over there and go sweep, okay, under there.

- Okay.

- I don't even know why I'm keeping this guy around.

There's nothing to wash anyway.

Hey.

Matty, I know what's bothering you

and I'm sorry, but you can't take it personal.

So we made a mistake.

But I tell you one thing, we're gonna get this fuck.

We're running into a little bad streak, that's it.

Matt, I was talking with Donny Famous,

you know what he said?

- Come on, let's go! - What do you think

there is, some party muff hands you gonna come?

- What the fuck is that?

- Police, hands on your head.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Shut your fucking mouth, get out there.

- What, Dick Tracy? - Shut your freaking mouth,

I said.

- Now what's the damn deal here?

Now get your paws off me!

Hey, I just came here for a drink.

- Shut up, put your hands against the wall.

You, spread 'em.

- Go, move! - Hey, I got a bad back.

- Come on, move! Come on! - You too.

- Well, well.

I guess I saved myself the trouble

of trudging the sewers to find you, dago.

You're under arrest for assault and battery, both of you.

- Assault and battery?

- I warned you, grease ball.

Keep out of my business.

Cuff him.

And give them their rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

And anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- Shit.

Come on, Ruby, just wait for me, huh, just wait.

Ruby!

Nicky!

Nicky!

- Hey you! You, come here!

Oh God.

Sit back, don't move.

Get back. - Somebody call an ambulance.

- Okay, grease ball.

Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, please.

So you're tough.

Well, I don't care how many spics you kill in the ring,

you ain't tough enough to fuck over the law.

- Kiss my ass.

- I can see this little boy needs some educating.

- Well, take the cuffs off.

- Lesson number one.

Those cuffs represent the power of the law.

They meant to remind low-life shit like yourself

of the consequences and the restraints

clean people put on antisocial scumbag behavior,

do you understand?

Do you understand?

- Yeah, I understand.

I understand your mother's getting gang banged,

she's loving it.

- Lesson number two.

A police officer

is the living manifestation of the law.

I will not be disrespected.

- You're boring me, Al.

- Watch the door.

I can see we're gonna be here a long time.

- One of your downtown goombas posted bail.

So you're free to go for now.

By the way, Rossi, your friend is in the hospital.

- There was some internal bleeding

which we hope that the operation would have stopped.

And at this point, I think the best thing

for us to do is to pray and wait.

Please come with me.

Nicky.

Nicky.

Hey, Mateo,.

- Mateo.

Sit down.

It's good to see you in the neighborhood.

I'm a fan, big fan.

I hope you're hungry.

Vito is making scarolla and cannolinni

with a little piece of vittorino bianco next to it.

Is that all right?

Or do you want something else?

- No, no, no.

I've been recovering, but I'm not very hungry.

- Well, I don't like that, you got to eat.

Never let your business interfere with love for food.

You live longer.

Now tell me.

What's the problem uptown?

- This guy, Carmine.

I want him so bad I can taste his blood in my mouth.

- Don't let your rage blind your judgment.

Tell you, this is a serious man.

- I took him seriously.

I did everything I could to prevent him-

- How, by letting Goldstein convince you

that 2,500 a week can buy security?

I'm surprised at you.

You let him use you.

You can notice when we were in trouble at all,

he did nothing to help us.

I sent you men and you had them taxi girls

instead of doing their job.

I thought you then understood

that this, uh, this battle

was meant to be caught, not prevented.

You can never prevent terrorism.

You can only find its root and destroy it.

Mm.

- A man of sense learns from his enemies.

He studies them, savors them.

Now what have you learned? Nothing.

You know nothing of your adversary.

Learn this man.

Respect him,.

He is your enemy.

Can you do this?

Look at me and think before you answer.

Can you do this?

- I can do it.

- Good.

I trust you.

I always trusted you since you were a little boy.

And remember once again,

it's business that must be taken care of.

I've come for forgiveness

for something I'm about to do.

That is impossible.

Not even God can forgive a sin not yet committed.

To what do you refer?

- Nothing, Father.

- You can withhold it from me, but not the Lord.

Ask his guidance on this.

And if that is all, say 25 Our Fathers

and 25 Hail Marys and let us recite

the act of contrition together.

Oh my God. - Oh my God.

- I am heartily sorry. - I am heartily sorry.

- For having offended thee. - For having offended thee.

- Hello? - Loretta?

- Matty? - Yeah, it's me.

- Where are you?

- I'm close.

- I need you! I know I need you!

Please. Would you tell me where you are?

- I just want to say I love you.

- I love you.

Matty.

Matty, please.

Give me credit, I've always been good for it,

just this once!

I'll give you the money tomorrow!

You creep! Open that door!

- You no good tramp!

Don't ever come here- - Don't you touch me!

- Harry's been going crazy trying to find you, Loretta.

What happened to you?

- Bad things have been happening, Ruby.

I need some money.

- Okay, take this 10.

Take a cab back to your place.

I'll meet you there soon as I'm done with my set.

Okay.

- Just promise me one thing.

You go directly home.

- Okay.

- Here, take this too.

- Jorge!

Jorge, I got money!

Jorge, it's Loretta!

Jorge!

No!

No!

Oh God! No, no!

No! No!

- Put your hands where I can see 'em!

- He's gone, lieutenant.

Matty!

- Jesus Christ.

Matty.

- You think you're a hero, Rossi?

- No. Not by a long shot.

- Get him outta here.

Come on, let's go.