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- Dr. Mowitt? Telephone please, Dr. Mowitt.

Dr. Hemko to the x-ray, please. Dr Hemko?

Dr. Hemko to the x-ray, please. Dr Hemko?

- Captain Slaughter, I know how you must feel,

but if you could just gimme a few minutes of your time.

I'm Kim Walker from Black Lives Magazine.

- There's no story here. Ms. Walker.

- Captain.

- Don't call me captain.

- Well, it's no secret

that your father has underworld connections.

Isn't that correct?

- You've got all the answers, Miss. You don't need me.

- You're a Green Beret hero and you're Black.

That's good copy.

- Will you knock it off, Miss?

- Dr. Stamford, surgery please. Dr. Stamford.

Dr. Clyde. Telephone please, Dr. Clyde.

Dr. Porter. Emergency, Dr. Porter?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Slaughter. We couldn't save them.

- I'm sure you did all you could.

Oh honey, your poor mama.

- Don't cry. It's all right.

It's okay.

- Don't worry about it, son. We'll handle the arrangements.

- Captain?

- Leave it alone, Slaughter.

Please, just leave it alone.

- No chance.

- He was a pro. It comes with a business and he knew it.

- I know what he knew, Jenny,

but my mother didn't know.

Now somebody's gonna pay, Jenny.

I don't know who but somebody's gonna pay.

- They're gonna kill you so forget it because it's over.

- Is it? They know about you.

That's who you thought was over at the door, didn't you?

Didn't you?

- Yes, yes. And I'm scared.

Listen, Slaughter, your father was a good friend to me.

He was the only man in this whole world I ever trusted.

He was different, but he's dead. I'm alive.

I'm sorry.

The rest of it just doesn't really matter anymore.

Please can't you see it that way?

- Sure Jenny, I can see it. I understand just how you feel.

But I still need your help.

- I can't.

- Now he would've known if there was gonna be a hit

and he would've told you.

I know he would've told you

so Jenny, I need a name or something.

- I can't. Jesus, I can't.

Don't ask. - Jenny!

I am sorry, Jenny.

- They don't give you much of a chance, do they?

Go away. They'll kill you.

I need a name, Jenny.

- He thought they'd send Rinaldi.

Rinaldi?

- Warrensville Airport tonight.

I can't.

I...

- Operator, get me the police, please.

I'd like to report a murder.

Highland View Apartments, 433 West Third Street.

Me?

Just a friend.

Now if you're still breathing, you better come

on out here real slow.

Now what the hell are you doing here?

I could have killed you, you dumb bitch.

- What- - Shut up.

I don't know what you want or who sent you,

but you better stay off of my back.

- I'm a reporter and I came here for a story.

- Don't give me that crap.

Now, I didn't go for it at the hospital

and I won't go for it now.

Now, who are you, lady?

- All right.

All right, I'm not a reporter.

I read about you and I wanted to get to know you.

- Bullshit. Get your little narrow ass outta here.

Rinaldi?

All right, hold it right there, mister.

It's the police.

Drop your weapon. Put your hands on top of your head.

- Sit down.

Just who do you think you are, boy?

Now, I asked you a question.

Who the hell do you think you are, nigger?

You killed a man tonight.

That's murder one.

You followed that with assault with a deadly weapon.

Your ass is grass, man.

Now here's a little piece of paper I want you to sign.

It's full confession.

Now don't read it, man. Just sign it.

- Now, you jam it straight up your ass, white man,

'cause if you pull another stunt like this,

this nigger is gonna own you.

Now, just who the hell do you think you are?

- Mr. A. W. Price, the Chief inspector, US Treasury.

Mr. Slaughter, you really messed us up.

We had that airport staked out for weeks.

You killed the wrong man.

You maimed another, a third got away.

All the evidence was burned, so.

- So?

- So we figure that you owe us something.

We're right back where we started.

No evidence, nothing.

You help us. We help you.

The man who got away is the one that hit your daddy.

- Who is he, Price?

- You want him?

- You're damn right I want him.

- You follow instructions to the letter

and you will have him.

Then I tear this up.

You're a free man. That's the deal.

- You got a deal, Price.

- Good. Well, we'll get you in.

After that, you're on your own.

You do understand that I have to hold on to this.

- Where do I have to go, Price?

- South America. It's all in there.

- You know something, Price.

You're a prick.

- I know.

- No, no, it's all set.

Oh, Mario, I told you not to worry.

There was nothing left.

I will send it down with the duplicates.

Yeah, I'll follow as soon as I can.

As far as the Black ape's Slaughter's concerned,

I want it myself, okay?

Yeah.

You think you could stand there?

- I might be able to work it in.

- Get in, Slaughter.

So you and Price are working together?

Yeah, are you surprised?

No, not really.

- I got a babysitter for you, Slaughter.

A partner, code name is Marcus.

- Uh-uh, baby. I can't handle that.

I work alone.

- Slaughter, you'll do what you're told.

- Oh? Right on, baby, right on.

- The other thing you ought to know, the local government is

in on this with us.

So you don't shoot at everything that moves.

- You know something? You guys got everything figured out.

- No, Slaughter.

If we had it all figured out, we wouldn't need you.

- I am gonna lay this on your one time, baby.

If the man that I want is down here, I'm gonna kill him

and anybody else that gets in my way.

Stay cool, baby.

- How may I help you, sir?

- Yes, I'm Mr. Slaughter.

- Oh, yes sir. We have your reservation.

Welcome to the Camino Real.

Please sign in here. Room 614.

Thank you, sir.

Hi.

Wait a minute.

I'm Harry Bastolli. Hold on, wait.

Marcus!

- That's the password, baby.

- Well, how can I remember all that shit?

- Because if you don't, you're dead.

- Everything's changed now. They finally got smart.

The whole organization is one great big, giant computer.

Names, numbers, dollars and cents.

- So they blow up my family for some little old card.

- Wait a minute now,

that's just not a plain little old card.

Your daddy found out something big, real big.

Something they didn't want him to know about.

- Probably the exact location of that computer.

All right, Harry, who's in charge

of the operation down here?

- Take it easy. I know what's on your mind.

- Hey Harry, don't jive me, baby.

Who's in charge of the operation?

- Mario Felice but that's not his style.

- Meaning what, Harry?

- Meaning Dominic Hoffo. You ever hear of him?

- Does he carry the weight to put out a contract?

- Well, the rumor is he's trying to get rid of Felice.

- And that gives me two possibilities.

- Well, that's if the computer is here.

- Like I said, Harry, that gives me two possibilities.

- How are you, Ms. Ann?

- Fine, thanks. - I'm Eddie.

- Hi. - How was your trip?

- It was very nice.

- Mr. Felice's waiting for you in the dining room.

- Thank you.

- Ah, man, how good to see you.

- Thank you.

I brought the shipment.

- Excellent, excellent. Good.

Please.

Thank you.

May I offer you some lunch?

No, thank you, Mr. Felice.

- Call me Mario, please. Something to drink?

Yes, thank you. I'll have some wine.

How was your trip?

- Fine. No problems.

- Good, good.

And Dominic, how is Dominic?

- Oh, he's fine.

He's coming in on the next plane.

- He's a very ambitious young man, Dominic.

That must be very exciting for you.

- Sometimes.

- When I was young, I was much the same way

but later discovered that force is not the solution

to all problems.

- Mr. Felice...

Mario, you know why Nicky and I are together.

You also know that he tells me nothing.

I feel that you want something from me now.

But please, I can't help you.

- Salud.

- Salud.

- I tell you.

I tell you, man, I just don't understand you, Slaughter.

I mean, I just don't understand you.

- Hey man, you know, you been running around,

running off at the mouth,

giving off a whole lot of jive information.

And all you gotta do is get your head together

and you realize that I'm just like an open book.

- Open book? All right, Mr. Open Book.

I told you about Felice, right? I told you about Hoffo.

And all of a sudden you get some crazy idea

that you want to go to their casino.

Now, I mean, you really gotta be dingy.

I mean, you gotta be crazy.

- Now lighten up, man and be yourself

because I know you don't want any more of this.

- I don't know how to tell you this,

but you see this casino is jet set stuff, you understand?

Invitation only.

You are not gonna crash it. Period.

- You coming?

- Yeah, I'm coming.

Hold it. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

They have got some big bad, ugly dudes out there with guns.

Now if that computer is here, they're going to kill us.

The both of us. Can you dig that?

- Yeah man, I can dig it.

You got your shit?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Well, I got mine, so come on.

- Well there it is, Slaughter.

- While they're checking me out, you get inside

and see if there's enough juice to run a computer.

- I'll wait for you back at the car, all right?

- Okay.

- Hey, wait a minute. You got an invitation?

- Yep. Let's go.

Tell your boss, Slaughter is here.

- Dominic, a guy named Slaughter

just muscled his way in here.

- Get Mario.

- My ladder.

No, but you gotta use a rope, right, dummy?

- What are you looking at?

I asked you, what are you looking at?

- A handsome man.

- A stinking Black nigger.

- Dominic, you're hurting me.

Nicky, please.

- Just be careful.

- Here I am busting my ass

while he's out there with all those pretty chicks

and screwing around.

Oh shit.

I am sorry, pal.

Of all the places, just my luck, I gotta end up here.

Not a whorehouse, but a church for Christ's sake.

I gotta be crazy to be doing this.

- Go to the front.

Keep an eye on him.

Good evening, Mr. Slaughter. I am your host, Mario Felice.

You seem to be doing pretty well.

- I've had a little luck tonight, Mr. Felice.

- Let's hope it continues that way.

Are you vacationing?

- Business.

- Will you be here long?

- As long as it takes.

- Well, perhaps I can be of some help.

- I'm sure you could.

- That is if there are no conflicts of interests.

- Now, that would be a problem, wouldn't it, Mr. Felice?

- Good fortune, Mr. Slaughter is very temporary. 21.

- Blackjack.

- You are a very lucky man.

I'm at the Camino Real, Mr. Felice.

- Don't come around here.

We don't want your kind around here anymore.

- And what kind might that be, my brother?

- Patience, Dominic.

Your lack of self control is what brought him here.

Capisce?

- But there ain't enough juice going

into that house to run a computer.

- That's tough luck, Harry.

- You're a big help. What'd you find out?

- Nothing. But it was very interesting.

You know, when I laid that card on,

it really got him uptight.

- Well, what the hell are we gonna do next?

- Not we, Harry, you. I'm setting my trap.

Maybe you should give Price a call.

He's a big man with all the answers, right?

- You're really far out, you know that?

I mean, we go out to that house

and let them know we're looking to get killed.

All of a sudden you're sitting

on top of the world like you're king shit.

Man, you're weird, Slaughter.

I mean, goddammit, you're just weird.

- Mario, the nigger is here.

It tells me one thing. He knows.

Hey, if he comes, it's for the payoff.

- I think he should be hit. He should be hit now.

I don't pay you to think.

That's what gets you in trouble.

If I'd have been left alone to deal

with the old man in the first place,

we would now know what he knew.

When do you learn, Dominic?

There's always a time to kill and a right time.

- Hi. Sorry, I'm late.

- No Ann, you're just in time.

Dominic and I were discussing how to handle Mr. Slaughter.

You can be of help. He's obviously attracted to you.

Let him think he's exploiting you.

Let him think he's using you.

Get to know him. Find out all you can.

- All right, Mr. Felice, that shouldn't be too difficult.

- No, Dominic.

- If that stinking nigger puts one finger on her,

I'll cut his balls off.

- Nothing. You're gonna do nothing, absolutely nothing.

You're not touching Slaughter till I give the word.

Is that clear?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Come on, Nicky. I'm just doing Mr. Felice a favor.

Now stop being jealous. - I saw you looking at him.

You get wet?

- Are you through? Are you finished?

- In the last printout we got,

it seems to me that we should adjust the program.

- How are you, Dominic?

Okay.

- Hi, Gio. Hi.

You know Frank?

- Sure.

- Yeah, sure. Here's some more cards to microfilm.

- Where's the rest?

- Look, Dom, if we don't stop,

Mr. Felice's gonna find out.

- I take care of you, don't I?

- Yeah, sure but-

- But what? But what?

- I'm scared, man.

I don't wanna make any more copies.

- Okay, Gio, you're scared.

Frank, Gio wants to quit making the copies.

I think we should let him quit, huh, Frank?

You want to quit?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Quitting was his idea. I'm very happy.

I got no complaints, no beefs whatsoever.

- Are you with us? - All the way.

- Okay, go ahead.

- You're a smart boy, Al. Good thinking.

And she says, "Is that it?"

Oh my God.

Now that's what I call a woman.

Listen, I gotta take a shot at this.

I mean, you know.

You will excuse me, won't you?

Excuse me.

Hi, my friend and I, we just noticed you coming in

and well, we had a kind of bet on, you know,

that you were a tourist on vacation and alone.

I mean, that's what my friend thought

but he was too shy to come over here and ask you

and so I said, well, what the hell?

I'll give it a try.

And here I am.

- Well, your friend is right. I'm a tourist and I'm alone.

- Oh, that's far out.

I mean, it's a small world, right?

My name is Harry.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Well look, I'm not trying to pick you up or anything.

I mean, you know, but I just thought maybe

that you might like to

have dinner with me or something.

- Well, I'm sorry, but I happen to be busy

for dinner or something.

- Please. - Oh yes.

See you later.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Have a seat.

To my health.

- To your health.

I see they sent you.

- That's right. Are you disappointed?

- No. In fact, I'm pleased.

- That's good.

- Hello, ladies.

You speak English?

- Super stud foiled again.

- You wanna know something?

I really think you're Price in drag.

You and Slaughter going out

to that casino last night

could have blown the whole mission.

It's a bunch of crap. Now, get off my back.

- Look, I don't know who you think you're working for,

but I'm here to tell you that it's Price not Slaughter.

- Well, now that's up for grabs, baby.

You see I like Slaughter's style.

Now how about those apples?

- Slaughter's style is gonna get you in a lot of trouble.

- Well, it beats the hell outta sitting around

that swimming pool all day.

- You know what they say about these dudes,

they all got rhythm.

Well, let's find out.

Son of a bitch.

- Go around the other way.

- Where the hell's the other car?

- I haven't seen it.

- Hello?

What happened to you?

- You mean you don't know what happened to me?

- No.

- Well, I had a little problem tonight.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- Now look, baby.

Either you very smooth or you gotta be for real

'cause somebody tried to kill me tonight.

- Do you think I set you up?

- Well, I really wouldn't know,

but they knew exactly where I was gonna be

and they knew the exact time.

So you tell me, huh?

- Mario Felice left orders not to touch you.

- What about Hoffo?

- Let's just forget it, huh?

- Sit down, mama.

Now he's your man, right?

Now two cars tried to run me over tonight,

so you better tell me something.

- Look, I didn't have to be here.

- I know you didn't have to be here.

Why are you here?

- I wanna be with you.

I even got here early.

Come on.

- Hey, what's wrong?

- I don't wanna leave you.

- Well, don't leave me.

- I have to go back.

- No, you don't.

- I belong to Dominic.

I was a gift to him eight years ago.

You know, they stopped buying

and selling people long time ago.

- It's still going on.

- You know what I'm gonna do for you?

I'm gonna set you free.

Yeah Slaughter, me.

The baddest cat that ever walked the earth.

I'm gonna set you free, baby.

You hear that?

Don't look up. Just keep walking.

Get in there. Just get in there.

You looking for me?

- Slaughter.

Welcome to the party.

Now put that thing away.

You too.

- Badass, huh?

Well, I hope you're better

with that knife than you were in that big black car

'cause I'm gonna jam it up your ass.

- You know it's a shame what happened to old Slaughter.

He was just up on the roof

to get a little fresh air.

Happened to slip and fall.

- Come on, baby.

Come on.

Gio's good luck charm.

- A very interesting story, Little Al,

but why did you do this to me?

Mr. Felice, I didn't know

that anything was wrong.

Dominic told me to do it.

- Not Dominic.

You take your orders from me.

- I know, but- - You know that, Al.

- But Dominic told me to do it, Mr. Felice.

- Dominic is a bad man, isn't he?

- You are right, Mr. Felice.

Dominic's a bad man.

- Well, I'm sorry, Al.

You betrayed me just as he has.

No, Mister.

What are you doing?

Hold it. What's going on?

Mr. Felice? Wait a minute, Mr. Felice.

Eddie, please.

- Come on, Al.

- Mr. Felice, listen!

Mr. Felice, Mr. Felice.

Mr. Felice!

Let me talk to Mr. Felice.

Let me talk to him.

Please, let me talk to him.

- Eddie, young Dominic's time has come.

So has Slaughter's.

It makes me so sad. There's no respect anymore.

- Mr. Slaughter, telephone for you.

- Thank you.

Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Slaughter. This is Mario Felice.

I have a proposition for you I think you'll accept.

- I'm listening.

- The man you want, I'll deliver him.

But what's in it for you, Mr. Felice?

- A promise of silence.

- Why now?

- Well, call it a matter of timing.

Be at the casino tonight.

He'll be there.

- You got a tux?

- Me? No.

- Well, get one.

Get yourself together, mama. I need your help.

- What?

- Just get yourself together.

I need your help. Come on.

- Ah, gentlemen.

Dominic, I'm reading all these reports,

these computer reports.

Very dull reading. Very dull.

How is the operation going, Dominic?

- Smooth as always.

- As always, as always.

These new ways, all this paper, all these machines.

They record everything. They tell me nothing.

I think this belonged to a friend of yours.

- So Al is a rat.

- And a dead one.

And so are you, Dominic.

- You're beautiful, Mario

but you're slow.

While you've been playing around in your casino

with your polo ponies, we've been moving the data

to another location.

I run this operation. You're too fucking stupid to know it.

Capisce?

- Eddie.

Kill him, I said.

Dominic.

Dominic, Dominic.

- You're obsolete, Mario.

- Are you alone?

Or are you

with anybody or you know?

Right. Yeah.

- I don't like it.

Let's get out of here.

- Everything will be all right.

- Do you speak English at all? I mean, you know.

- Can I help you, senor?

- Huh? Oh yeah, the drink.

Bring booze. Scotch. - Yes.

- You would gimme the scotch, remember?

- Yes. - Dummy, scotch.

- Okay. Right away. - Scotch.

That's it, scotch.

- Where's Mario?

- They're taking care of it. Just be calm.

Terrific.

Yeah, here.

- Muchos gracias.

- Mr. Felice will see you now.

- The main switch is in the kitchen.

If I'm not back in five minutes, you pull it, okay?

Did your lady leave?

- She wasn't with me. The seat's open.

You can sit down. - Oh, thanks a lot.

You're from the States?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Hey, I won.

- You're real lucky at this game.

- Been down here long?

- Yeah, a little while.

How about you?

- No, I just got into town from Dallas.

- Dallas?

- Yeah. Have you been there?

- No.

I've been to Chicago, been to New York.

- Chicago, yeah.

Hey, don't shoot!

- Shit.

- So I gotta make a phone call.

Can you do me a favor?

- Yeah, sure.

- Play this on number 13 for me.

When you get back to Dallas, say hello to our friends.

You doing good, Charlie, huh?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- That's it. That's it.

We're winning big tonight, Charlie, aren't we, huh?

Yeah, pal.

I'll even give you a couple of numbers

to call when you get back to Dallas.

We got the best looking broads in the world. You hear?

- Done.

Let's go.

- What's the matter, amigo?

Where does it hurt?

Where does it...

You stupid...

- Yeah. Oh, yes sir.

No sir, I told you there's no problem.

No sir, it wasn't easy

but when I found out he was making a deal

with the government.

Mr. Felice was like a father to me.

Oh, yes sir. Yes sir, you can count on me.

Just trust me, sir, that everything is under control.

Business as usual. Smooth as always.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Right.

You are a mess.

All right, I want that nigger. I want him now.

- You got it. We won't miss this time.

- Wait a minute. I take care of the dinge myself.

You get Ann and you bring her here.

- How do you want her?

- Alive.

- Dominic misses you, baby.

He wants you back.

I can sure see why.

- I'm not going back.

- You don't want me to kill you.

He doesn't want me to kill your boyfriend either.

He wants to do that himself,

but in case that big spook should come through that door,

you do understand, don't you?

Don't you?

Get dressed.

- Ann?

Ann?

- Slaughter, come on. Price is on the way.

Fuck Price.

- Now look, man. I know you want a piece of Hoffo's ass.

Well, that's fine with me.

Rip him off, but not now.

Not now. Wait!

Wait for Price.

Look man, why don't you go upstairs to your pad, see,

and try and crash for a while?

And we'll try and come up with something.

Now, can you dig that?

- Yeah, I can dig it, man.

See you around.

- Slaughter! Slaughter!

- Yeah.

- Look man, I work for Price.

That's where I get my bread.

Slaughter, I'd like to come with you.

- Okay man. Thanks a lot.

- Harry?

- You wait for him, mama.

- Of course, I moved all the data to the new site there.

They won't find a thing.

What?

Yeah, they spent a fortune to bust up the setup and all.

They're gonna get a lot of scrap metal is all,

and they can melt it down for more badges.

Leave us.

- You are late.

- I sure as hell am, baby.

The bastard blew the computers on me. All of them.

- Oh no. All that IBM stuff?

- Where's Harry?

- He's with Slaughter. They went after Hoffo.

- After Hoffo?

Oh Jesus, the stupid bastards will get themselves killed.

Get in.

- Right, right. Ciao.

How was it, huh?

How was it?

Black ape teach you something? What did he teach you, huh?

Come on, show me.

Show me, show me.

You lousy bitch.

You ran out on me for a stinking nigger.

You want him, don't you?

You want that Black bastard, huh?

You want him, don't you?

- Yes. Yes, I want him.

- You rotten bitch.

Come on.

Let's go, Harry.

Ann!

- That's right. Get 'em on the roof.

On the roof, damn it.

- Come on.

I got you. Go!

- Slaughter!

I think she's gonna be all right, Harry.

You take care of her for me.

- Yeah.

- Got something I gotta do.

- Okay. Take it easy.

Come on, come on, come on.

Shh. Don't make a noise.

Drop it, ugly.

Give my best to your friends in Dallas, sweetheart.

- Get me outta here.

Get me outta here, okay?

- Who did it, Hoffo? Who killed my family?

- I did that. Me, yeah.

I made a lot of hits.

I'm good at it, huh?

Oh, shit. Get me outta here, huh?

You stinking nigger, get me outta here.