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- [Teddy] You know, it's
just not like the old days.

It's not.

Guys then they had charisma.

Style.

Used to call it panache.

So,

still play the ponies, Merle?

- [Merle] Panache?

- Yeah, look.

You walk into a room
full of shooters.

And you're calm.

I mean you got ice water
in your veins calm.

And you think.

You don't react.

You think.

You're always gonna
have the advantage.

Now, bear with me here.

Most people that pull a gun,

they have no
intention of killing.

They don't even aim.

They point, pull the trigger

and turn away.

That's because killing

is against the most
fundamental of human responses.

When the stress is on and
the shit really hits the fan

and you're facing down bad guys,

that's what it comes down to.

Fundamentals.

Comes down to panache.

You go in there cold-minded.

Age don't matter.

Numbers don't matter.

You kill 'em all.

- [Merle] Hope you
got a hot tip for me.

- Carmelita.

Spanish Angel.

She's a two-year-old
thoroughbred out of Shreveport.

She's running at
Santa Ana on the 5th.

You bet her to win.

- Carmelita?

No shit.

See you around, Teddy.

- You look after
yourself, Merle.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(upbeat jazz music)

- [Man] More important
things to talk about.

I've always got five
digs here in Hawaii.

We'll start off by
going to the beach.

Hey, Jackie.

A luau.

Jackie has the best luau.

She grills fish and everything.

- [Woman] Wait till you eat it.

- [Man] What do you mean?

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's part of their culture.

- Owen Geiger.

Remember me?

- Fuck!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(speaking foreign language)

Let's go.

Fuck, man!

(grunting)

(screams)

- Ow.

- Look, I'm sorry it had
to come down to this, but

you know why I'm here.

You're not supposed
to be operating

on this side of the river.

Murdoch needs you to keep
it in the barrio, East LA.

It's business, he
understands what you gotta do

but if we have to tell you
again, you might not walk away.

A word to the wise.

Lay low for a while, all right?

In fact, a word to
the wiser, disappear.

Do we have an understanding?

Do we have an understanding?

- Yeah, yeah.

It's understood, bro.

- Stay hungry kid.

- Very well could be
the dog hears things.

Could be I heard the
big man jawing on you.

- I work for him.

- Yeah.

That's as is.

But that cracker from Carolina,

he's not hot for you, Butcher.

Nah.

Word on the street is

that he's sniffing
at your pension plan.

- That's a good line.

It's also horse shit.

(chuckling)

- [Woman] Merle was
a one time gun man,

A some time prize fighter.

A man who now preferred
a drink over a fight.

He'd had more chances
in life than most

but failed to see
any of them through.

People liked Merle.

They just felt he should
have amounted to more.

- Hmm, the long goodbye.

(light acoustic guitar music)

Maybe it's for the
best, Carmelita.

Maybe it's for the best at that.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(rock music)

- Good morning, Merle.

- Good morning, Jackie.

You look ravishing as always.

- Your friends are in the back.

- I know.

You got any of that
liquid tarmac for me?

- No cream, no sugar?

- [Merle] No cream, no sugar.

- Look like you haven't slept.

- Because I haven't.

There's no softer pillow
than a clean conscious.

So said my grandmother Beatrice.

(snorts)

- Do you think it's true?

- What you talking about?

Do you think we
have a sell by date?

Just seemed like so much was
possible once and then slowly,

steadily, it all went away.

- Oh baby.

I have this technique.

It's a way to get rid of all

the bad, dark, bleak
things in your life.

Visualize it.

Look at it.

See it.

Turn it into a two
dimensional photograph.

Light a match

and burn it.

Vaporize it.

Just get rid of it.

I find that it helps some times.

You're still young baby.

Enjoy yourself.

- I can only imagine dealing
with a guilty conscious

that a man

with the nickname The
Butcher might have.

- Oh, come on.

It's a nickname they gave
me when I was a fighter.

But those were the old days.

Nobody remembers that anymore.

(door opens)

- If it isn't young Merle.

- Good morning, Pearl.

- Join us, why don't you.

- I'll do that.

(sighs)

- Is it true what
they say about him?

- What do you mean?

- That he fought
with a real bear.

- Yeah, that's true.

But it was a long time ago.

(projector running)
(bear roars)

(classical violin music)

- It's been 35 years since
I come to this country.

Had $18 in my pocket
and a dream in my head.

Saw what I wanted
to do and did it.

And pity the man who
tried to get in my way.

Found some rough
souls among you.

And gave you all a damn
good life now, didn't I?

Well those that could
keep a simple rule or two.

(chuckles)

Like Eddie here.

Now you all know
Eddie Hellstrom.

Eddie's been watching
my club investments

since he was old enough
to chisel an angle.

He's a pushy goddamned
kid and I like him.

First time he tried to hustle me

he wanted to run the old
strip joint on Rampart.

He told me,

"You see that Bentley?

"You let me run this club

"you'll have one
in three months."

I asked him if he'd
like to go for a ride

in the trunk of my Cadillac.

(all laughing)

I liked the kid straight off.

So here we are.

We all know Molo
the Shank's retiring

so I'm handing his duties
over to Eddie here.

It's a big day for you, kid.

- Thank you, Murdoch.

- Congratulations.

Gentlemen, pay your
respects to the kid.

You'll probably be taking
orders from him in a few years.

- Murdoch.

- Merle "The Butcher" Hench.

You run that beaner spic
Geiger off my Santa Fe project?

- I wanted to talk
to you about him.

Think he's a good kid.

Maybe, maybe he could
run an angle for you?

- Run an angle?

- [Merle] Maybe.

- Really?

That's interesting.

By the way, ever meet
my cousin Maguire?

- [Merle] Mm-mm.

- Ah.

Come on.

Now, Merle, last night
somebody was around here.

Geiger and this
faggot jungle bunny

tried to rob Maguire's
liquor store on Alvarado.

Now my cousin's a
bad motherfucker.

Did seven to ten up in
Pelican Bay for armed assault.

So he beat the living
crap out of the wetback

before burying him
alive in Bakersfield.

Now it's a long drive
out to Bakersfield,

and these stupid fucking
crackheads start talking

like a pair of balling bingo
bitches all the way there.

- Geiger?

- Now I don't specifically
blame you, Merle.

This punk would've
found a piece somewhere,

but he used the heater
you let him keep.

- You give me a hand
with this cocksucker?

- Quit breaking my balls.

Can't you see I'm eating
my candy over here?

- [Man] Come on, get out.

Get up.

Come on.

(muffled scream)

(gun firing)

(dog barking)

- What, you got nothing
else to say tough guy?

You got nothing to say now?

Huh?

Punk?

- [Merle] I took his bullets.

Told him to stay
away from downtown.

- Are you out of
your fucking mind?

- What?

- Are you so goddamned
ignorant of human nature?

What kind of fucking enforcer,

what kind of soldier
lets a two-bit punk

have his gun back
after a beating?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- You're right.

You're right.

- I don't know what
happened to you, Merle.

Think about retiring, huh?

You know you should invest

in some kind of strip
joint or a club.

Your friend Manny's got two
of them nudie mag stores.

The old boy never
has to lift a finger.

- I know.

- Living life like he's
on the red neck Riviera.

- You don't gotta
worry about me.

I have investments.

Real estate.

- Start thinking
about your retirement.

Let the young bloods move up.

Let them take the risks.

Be smart.

- Yeah.

- Anyways, I got a deal
might work for you.

- Hm?

- I gotta go to this
fundraiser, Commissioner Scobyn.

Just got honored by the
Jewish Retirement Community.

Merle the fucking Butcher.

(chuckles)

My cotton-tailed ass.

See yous later boys.

- Later Murdoch.

- [Murdoch] Merle, I'll call ya.

- [Merle] Okay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Gentle touch for an
old prizefighter, Merle.

You stroke that
glass like a mother

might hold a baby's hand.

(chuckling)

Ever tell you I saw you fight.

- No.

- Plaza de la Raza,
East Los Angeles.

Barrio club fight.

- Right.

- Professionally
rated, as I recall.

- Yes it was.

- You could have used it
as a dollar ticket fight.

Take the don'ts
and pay the line!

Plastered that plucky wetback.

Took him apart like
a rank amateur.

Thought I was watching
the making of a star.

Used a quick hook, that kinda
twisted as it made contact.

Lifted the little
finger on the inside.

His face looked so
goddamned bad afterward,

even his own mother would be
hard pressed to recognize him.

(fight bell rings)

That left hand of yours,

that left hand of yours
could decapitate a grown man.

- Would have been
March 23rd, 1979.

Soldier De Santos, 15 to
zero on the pro circuit.

He was supposed to be bad.

It was a hell of a night.

- We still got Paris, right?

- Oh, yeah.

- You're about three and a
half into the hole now, Merle.

That's why I had
to come out myself.

You come up spades,

that winds your ticket
up to 19 big ones.

Now, I've been brotherly
and not clamped down.

Had to see if your
luck turned tail.

Hasn't, and I ain't
got time to wait.

You gotta come good by Thursday.

- Mm-hm?

- Or my associates take over.

That shiny car of yours has
to be worth a couple of Gs.

Sell it.

Get straight with me, Merle.

You know I like you,
we'll do business again.

But pay me by Thursday,
Merle, or we got a problem.

Catch my drift?

- Mm-hm.

- There you go babe.

- Oh, man.

- Lost its flavor, honey?

- Oh yeah, but just
you watch me Rose,

I shall rise triumphant
from these fucking ashes.

- [Man] You know I got
15 loose bills on me.

Maybe I'll just leave.

- It's a 1969 Dodge Charger

with a 440 magnum big block
and original Super Bee 4-speed.

Only made a couple
hundred like this so,

the price was 21,000 in
cash when you arrived.

The price is still
21,000 in cash.

- You know, we're wasting
each other's time.

My card.

No bites.

You wanna shift the
wheels, you know,

you come by and see me.

I'll give you a fair nickel.

I appreciate that.

50, 100, 200,

250, 70, 90.

290 cash.

Plus I'd like to use
my Rolex as collateral

for the other 60.

- Real Submariner,
thick pearl face.

I'll stake you for it, Merle.

Word in your shell,
like a brother,

never ever gamble when
you are desperate.

It's liable to
affect your judgment.

- You want me to go home, Pete?

I'm a big boy and I
feel lucky tonight.

- You must call, Merle.

- All in.

(light classical music)

- Too rich for me, Merle.

Your luck has beaten mine
like a redheaded step-child.

19,000, it's a good
night's work bro.

I'll come back tomorrow.

I like you, always been fair.

I'd hate to see you lose your
shirt when your vein pans out.

A little luck often proves more
deadly then a flat out loss.

Be careful what you
do with that moolah.

- I won't be back, Pete.

I've seen good luck,
I've seen bad luck.

I know the difference.

- I understand why they
call you The Butcher.

- Nobody calls me
that anymore, Pete.

All right?

(grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Oh, no!

Jesus, Merle, they're with me.

Oh!

Sweet mother of mercy!

Who do you think is going
to pay the hospital bills?

- Larry, what are
you doing here?

- Pete's security was on alert
to call if you turned up.

We've been here since
one o'clock this morning.

It's just business with
me, Merle, you know that.

I've got a family to
feed, it's just business.

- Larry, I did not
recognize your boys.

I wouldn't make them look so
bad if I knew who they were.

How's that ankle, pal?

- Look, you got him in
the boiler room man.

Still got a couple of
moves for an old man.

- Let me take you boys for
breakfast, come on Larry.

(man groans)

- I don't feel like
eating breakfast.

- Suck it up.

Everybody likes breakfast.

Get in the car.

Here you go.

You all right?

Here you go.

(groaning)

- We're square, Merle.

I gotta be straight with you.

I hadn't foreseen this.

I mean but then again I can
be a cynical son of a bitch.

Comes with the territory
one would suppose.

I hear things, you know.

Haven't heard anything
good about you.

I'd have put money on your not
having a winning streak now.

- There's a horse
running this afternoon,

Carmelita, I got a hunch.

I want you to bet the whole
bundle on her to place.

(laughing)

- Sounded like you said you
want me to put the whole bundle

on a horse called Carmelita.

- Mm-hmm.

- We'll be back where we
started you know that, Merle.

- Only if I lose.

She's 15 to 1, Larry.

A long shot.

- 19,000

on Carmelita,

to win, Merle.

- That's not what I said, Larry.

- Take it or leave it, Merle.

That's the only way
I'm covering you.

- I'll take it.

- Carmelita?

That's the skin
dancer from Reseda,

A nightclub canary and
a hell-roaring drunk.

Shacked up with Dennis Tull.

Seem to remember she rolled
with you for a while.

- I married her.

- Oh.

(chuckling)

Well, I hope for your sakes
the bitch don't fuck you again.

(laughing)

Sentiment's a hell
of a luxury, Merle.

- Yes it is.

- Hello there, stranger.

- Hi.

- That looked like a
serious conversation.

- You look ravishing today.

When are you going
to run away with me?

- Don't be so sure
I'm picky about

who it is rescues me
from this place, Merle.

Just think about how you ask me.

There's always that
chance I might say yes.

- Hmm.

- You know, they say that
the arrival of coffee

and tobacco in Europe

signaled the start of the
industrial revolution.

- Mmm.

- Stimulated the brain.

I fucking hate you can't smoke

in these goddamned
places anymore.

- Good morning Eddie.

What can I do for you?

- Why don't you
like me, tough guy?

We're a lot alike, you and I.

I boxed out of the old prison
gym in Lincoln Heights.

It was kind of like one of those

undecorated East Coast
sweatshops from the movies.

- You know, where
you work the weights

and get that fucking rust
shit on your hands afterward.

In our line of work
Eddie, we have excuses

for all kinds of bad behavior.

But a man's a man.

How he carries himself is
all I'm concerned about.

(inhaling)

I don't judge people Eddie,
I just don't like you.

- It's okay, in Kentucky,
when we've wronged a man,

we recognize his
privilege to resent it.

It's because I got that
kid to take a dive.

The Puerto Rican puncher
from Boyle Heights.

See.

That's what made me.

Yeah, that was it.

He lost his title and
the right to fight.

That got to you, didn't it?

- Maybe.

- It's no wonder why you never
made it in this game, Merle.

You got a soft touch.

That's the kiss of
death in our racket.

You gotta have the
ferocity to pick a fight

over five bucks and not give up.

You just don't get that, do you?

(chuckles)

Murdoch wants you
to run an errand.

There's a redneck prick.

A fucking dog hick dick,
we deal with, Doyle.

He has a titty bar.

City of Industry,
Spearmint Rhino.

We need you to go by,
and pick up a payment.

He wants somebody who
can handle themselves,

and will be on time.

Four o'clock this afternoon.

No earlier, cause
that's when the money,

everything will be ready.

Are we understood?

Am I understood?

- Spearmint Rhino, four o'clock.

Got it.

- Take care then.

- Hmm.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- 1915, Model .45.

Normally I wouldn't recommend
it for a concealed carry

but it's all I can give you.

(bullets rattle on counter)

It'll buck like a
turpentine mule.

If you plan on firing
it, I suggest you grip it

like a politician
making election hay,

can't hold it too tightly.

This one supposedly belonged
to Cherokee Tom Threepersons

out of El Paso, but I doubt it.

Not as easy an iron
to hide as your Colt's

but it'll shoot clover
leaves at 15 paces.

Want to see your babies
before you leave?

- Love to.

- Boy!

Get them two gold .45s.

The one I was
talking to you about.

I look at them myself
once in a while.

Tiffany and company
couldn't do better.

- I know.

- I wouldn't dare shoot
them, be afraid to use them.

You won't catch me
playing with them.

You're safe with me.

- Thank you, Naylor.

I really appreciate it.

I'll be back real soon.

- Look, you end up using
that six gun, just lose it.

Don't bring it back here.

- Thanks, pal.

- See ya later, Merle.

("Sex and Candy" by
Marcy Playground)

* And I've had so much time

* To sit and think
about myself *

* And then there she was

* Like double cherry pie

* Yeah, there she was

* Like disco Superfly

* I smell sex and candy here

- Hello, doll face.

- What can I get ya?

- Get me a bourbon on the rocks.

- That's $11.

- Make it a coke, sister.

- [Woman] You got it.

* Devious stares
in my direction *

* Mama, this surely is a dream

- You look like a
man on a mission.

How about a private dance?

I've been fired and
re-hired three times

for too much personal contact.

Oh Jesus, mister.

* Hangin' 'round

* Downtown by myself

- Buy the lovely ladies a drink?

- No drink, no dance.

But thank you both.

- You can have us
both if you'd like.

- No thanks.

- [Woman] Oh.

You're gonna leave us
hanging just like that?

- Just like that.

* Like disco lemonade

* I smell sex and candy here

- I'd like to see Mr. Doyle.

Is he here?

- I'll see what I can do.

* Who's that casting

- You walk into a place

asking for a man like me
and then demand money.

You're looking to commit
suicide the hard way, Mr. Hench.

- I asked, I did not demand.

- I'll tell you.

I know Eddie and Murdoch.

They've been trying to
buy me out for years.

I won't sell because
I don't want to.

I'm not ready to move on yet.

I'm fairly connected myself,
I know certain people.

I can make a phone call or two.

Believe me when I say these are

grim characters.

I run an expensive establishment
that's hardly ever full.

Do the math.

I have other dealings.

- There's obviously
been a misunderstanding.

If I can use a telephone I'll
clear all of this right up.

Do you have a telephone?

- Use this one.

- I'd like a little privacy.

- In that case, use the
one in the men's room.

It's down the stairs
and to your right.

You should get a cell phone.

- That's what they tell me.

Excuse me.

Thank you very much.

He's not?

Okay.

Uh, tell him I'll call
him back this afternoon.

I'm at the Spearmint
Rhino Club right now.

Yeah, Doyle's.

(rock music)

Okay, tell him Doyle will
call him this afternoon

as well, all right?

Thanks.

Okay.

Bye.

Naylor, could you have
found a bigger gun?

* You may think it's
just a stupid thing *

* I've hurt you
again and again *

- [Eddie] Whooo!

Oh!

There you are Merle.

Nice of you to join the party.

(girls screaming)

- Get out of the way!

- [Man] Move!

Get down!

- [Eddie] Good idea
to rob the place.

Too bad you get
shot in the process.

(screaming)

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

- I may not live long Eddie,
but I'm living longer than you.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(guns firing)

- [Man] Go, go, go!

- Son of a bitch.

(car alarm blaring)

- Don't know what's
going on, Mr. Hench.

- They tried to set me up.

- I run a laundering operation.

We clean dirty money, mob money.

Murdoch has messed
with a hornets nest

the size and fury of which
he has no comprehension.

You tell that bucko
he has just signed

his own death certificate.

I'm letting you
leave on account of

I believe you didn't know
what was gonna go on.

Now tapping that pathetic
piece of white trash

did me a favor but
that's as far as it goes.

I'm not going to be able
to stop the gentlemen

who's money that is.

They will come after you.

- I appreciate it.

- Now you just consider
this a head start on them.

(engine starts)

(knocking on car)

- Can't park your car here, sir.

- I'm sorry officer, I thought
this road went somewhere.

- Well that's all
right this time.

That's a good-looking car.

All stock?

- Just like I
ordered it in 1969.

I only used original
replacement parts.

- I'll tell you what.

They don't make them like
this anymore, do they?

- They sure as hell don't.

So, do you need
to see my license?

- I don't think that's going
to be necessary this time.

You just be careful.

- I always try to be.

Thanks, pal.

- [Officer] Right on.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I've lost weight, who knew?

- You've got more
than 3,000 here Merle.

- [Merle] You betcha.

- I'm not gonna see
you again, am I?

Merle Hench, 190
grain for practice.

You're loaded for
bear, Merle, 240 grain,

semi-jacketed
factory hollow point,

either you're knocking
down a wall, or,

well we know what you're
loaded for, don't we?

Too damned old for this.

I wish I was going
with you. Merle.

(Merle chuckles)

I look in the mirror
I see a 25-year-old.

Everyone else sees
a tired old man.

I have asked no odds of any
man, just waiting to die now.

I've seen them come and go.

You lose the old .45, Merle?

- Most of it.

- [Naylor] That's too bad.

- All lost but one bullet.

That's stuck in a
wall of a nudie bar

in the City of Industry.

Got stuck in the wall after
I blew a man's brains out.

I knew you'd appreciate that.

- Uh-huh.

There are very few men could
beat you on the drop, Merle.

One of the old timers, Merle.

One of the greats.

It was a genuine
pleasure my friend.

If you ever need
anything, anything at all.

You're going to do it,
aren't ya, Merle Hench?

- What ya talking about?

- You're gonna go
out with a bang.

- Shit happens.

And Naylor,

thanks for everything.

- [Naylor] Yeah.

- A failure.

An also-ran lemon flavored dud.

Merle Hench is a
washout who doesn't

have the balls or the brains
for this kind of caper.

You're clutching at straws

to preserve your
own bacon, Murdoch.

That's offensive to me.

- You know the difference
between you and me, Doyle?

It's not the number of
men standing behind us

at a given moment,

but a bit of philosophy.

You see I've always believed
that to keep what you own

you can't be afraid to lose it.

Go all in with your chips

otherwise everyone knows
you're just a paper tiger.

You got quite a
collection of shit here.

Personally I hate guns

so I brought this
for your collection.

Brush me and I release the spade

which gives you three
seconds of 40 year old fuse

to clear the room or become
mincemeat on the ceiling.

Now fellas,

I'd rather this
conversation be private

between me and Doyle.

But of course you're
all welcome to stay.

Now get the fuck out of the
room, go on, get the fuck out!

Get the fuck out of the room!

Now!

- You're out of
your fucking mind.

- Oh, no, no, no, see,

I just made my
peace with the lord.

I've been to church regular
to ask His forgiveness.

Lived my whole life knowing
He might call me at anytime

and ask me to answer.

Now how about you, Doyle?

Think you're sitting
good with him?

- I'm not your problem, Murdoch.

You know as well as I do

that that money belongs
to a select group

of Nevada gentleman.

A company famous for possessing

a severely humorless
disposition.

Now, Eddie Hellstrom is your boy

and that means you will be the
first person they come after.

You are the one who is
going to be accountable

for this, chief.

- I can see how Eddie caught you

with your pants
around your ankles.

You have trouble
seeing the big picture.

I've had all the years I wanted

to make a move on this dough.

What would I gain to do it now?

Have the Nevada boys
all upset with me here

that I'm looking at my sunset?

No, that's the interest
of young-bloods alone.

Eddie's dead but his
boys are still alive.

When I find them,

I'll have Nevada's
money for you.

And then you owe me one,

big time.

- You know I got a
pretty sweet deal here.

I'd just assume none
of this ever happened

because I dig flying
under the radar.

You've got three days
to find that money,

or you're going to
have a serious problem.

(laughing)

- You've got to know
who your enemies are

and learn to trust
your friends, Doyle.

- I'll do it.

- I want you to find Merle.

Go where he eats, drinks,
gambles, chases pussy.

All of it.

Bring him to me.

- You want me to
go to the ex-wife?

- Yeah, why not.

Just find him.

(light orchestral music)
(projector running)

- They're all out, Merle.

They've been gone
for over an hour,

the whole gaggle of them.

- Mm-hm.

That tar fresh?

Thanks.

How was your day, Jackie?

- The usual, nine long hours.

58 minute count down, nerves
deadening to the pain.

How was yours, Merle?

- Could have been worse.

Jackie, do you trust me.

- You're okay, Merle.

As costumers in this place
go, you're not the sleaziest.

- I'm going to put
something to you

and I want you to think long
and hard before you answer.

- You have my full attention.

- Murdoch and his goons

are looking for the man

who killed Eddie
Hellstrom this afternoon.

The same man stopped a robbery
in the City of Industry.

While he was stopping this
robbery he relieved the robbers,

that's Eddie Hellstrom's boys,

of nearly three quarters
of a million in used bills.

Now right now,

Murdoch himself is meeting
with the folks who got robbed.

And they're looking to devise
a plan to pin this whole deal

on the guy that
killed young Eddie.

Are you with me?

- What are you doing
here on your own, Merle?

- Are we alone here?

Is it just me and you?

- Yeah.

- A man with patience,

a man who has seen a lot of
people make a lot of mistakes

could make that
money work for him,

could make it have returns.

I can turn it into
my retirement plan.

- I'm not sure I understand.

- Ever imagine a
life on the road?

It is exciting, not
like this place.

And you wouldn't have to work.

At least not for a couple
years if you didn't want to.

Of course, it's
temporary but then

isn't everything that's great

in life unfortunately temporary.

I'm not saying it's
going to be glamorous

but it will be better
then this place.

And baby, you deserve so
much better then this place.

- You are serious, aren't you?

- Murdoch and Eddie set
me up to take a fall

for them but I got lucky.

I shot my way out.

I killed Eddie
Hellstrom and I got away

with nearly a million
dollars in cash.

I want to ask you now if you'd
like to come away with me?

Now, regardless of your answer,
in less then five minutes

I've got to walk out of that
door never to come back again.

So take your time,

but decide.

Don't take too much time.

- You're not
kidding me, are you?

- Straight as a new
razor blade, doll.

- It would probably not be
the dumbest thing I ever did.

But if I didn't,

I think I would regret
it everyday for the
rest of my life.

I'm coming with you, Merle.

- Good for me.

Let's blow this hole.

(light acoustic guitar music)

- I've never done
anything like this before.

- I have to go back.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Bad timing, Merle.

- You should have been
five minutes later, Pearl.

- I won't go without a fight.

(gun firing)
(grunting)

(gun firing)

(engine revving)

- He had a good
evening, winning streak.

He was lucky.

He's lost to me more in the
years then he won last night.

Left after sun up.

I usually get a turnaround then.

Around six, 6:45 in the a.m.

Guys with regular
jobs fold and leave.

The others take it as a cut off.

That's the last I seen him.

When he's won in the
past he comes back,

I take back what he wins,
after he pays a few bills.

(glass shattering)

He's a regular guy
with a routine.

You'll find him.

(screaming)

(engine revving)

- Very strong man indeed.

This is a gunshot
related homicide

and there are certain
state and federal laws

that I must administer
to, Mr. Murdoch.

I can just go home.

- Thanks Doc.

Merle's on the run so be
careful, he's dangerous.

- Pearl saw him leave
with Jackie the waitress

so we have one
more spot to visit.

- Dutch, Sue,

wrap Pearl up.

We'll store him in the
meat freezer for now.

When we get Merle we'll take
them both out to Bakersfield.

They can share an apartment
out there, in the fucking dirt.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- We've been watching it
for 20 minutes, Merle.

I think we're okay.

I'll be five minutes.

There's things,
just small things.

I can't leave them behind.

- All right, five minutes.

No more.

(cars approaching)

Oh, man.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(tapping)

- Good morning, Merle.

- Sue.

- Calm your nerves, Merle.

All I want is a quiet
word or two with you.

- I wish to hell
you'd leave, Sue.

- Oh, I'll leave

with you beside me, if
it's all the same to you.

I don't think you're going
to try anything, not here.

But just in case, I
brought along numero .44.

- You're too young to
make that call, Sue.

- Guess I'm gonna
have to take a gamble

at that, Butcher Boy.

- Never, ever gamble when
you're desperate, Sue.

- Come on Merle, get out of
the car, it's embarrassing.

- Sue, what about,

Sue, what about the girl?

She's up there changing clothes.

She's,

by now she's naked.

What do you think?

(gun firing)

(dog barking)

(gun firing)

Jackie, we should be leaving!

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

Got no choice.

We've got no time, let's go.

Come here, hold on to me.

Hold on to me.

You'll be fine.

- [Jackie] Okay.

- Hold tight and keep down.

(gun firing)

Okay.

They are as scared as you.

They're just shooting blindly.

It's loud and it's
scary but it's harmless.

Okay?

These guys can't shoot.

Now when I shoot back
they're going to duck.

When they duck, we go.

We can do this.

You can do this.

Trust me Jackie, I
do this for a living.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Okay.

(guns firing)

- Go, go, go!

(Jackie screams)

Okay, try and reload this.

(guns firing)

Charles, figured
you'd be involved.

- Merle.

- Murdoch sent a damn
militia to finish me off.

- Doyle's place was used as
a safe haven for Reno's mob.

You stole mob money, Merle.

You even got Murdoch spooked.

- I'm fine with that.

- Right now,

I wouldn't trade places
with you for the world.

- Charlie,

I don't want to kill you,

but you don't put that
rifle down, I'll do it.

Mm-hm.

Good man.

Yeah, you should have kept
your good eye open, Sue.

So, did you get
everything you needed?

- This was on the seat.

- Oh, thanks.

- You hurt?

- Yeah, it burns.

But you should
see the other guy.

(sighs)

("Tramp" by Otis Redding
and Carla Thomas)

* Tramp

* What you call me

* Tramp

* You didn't

* You don't wear continental
clothes, or Stetson hats *

* Well, I tell you
one dog-gone thing *

* It makes me feel good
to know one thing *

* I know I'm a lover

(tires screeching)

* Matter of opinion

* That's all right, Mama was

* Papa was too

- Hey, you did good back there.

You bit down hard
when you had to.

- You sure know how to
show a girl a good time.

- It'll be better tomorrow.

- Where are we going?

- Well, if Charles is correct

and Doyle was holding mob money

and they pinned this all on me

then we have a fucking problem.

- Just tell Doyle Murdoch
was behind the heist.

It'll be simple.

Yeah, just blame the whole
deal on Murdoch and get away.

You can get away just
like you planned.

- Maybe.

* Make you

* Oh, that's all right

* But I'm the only son of a
gun this side of the sun *

- Okay, hop in
the driver's seat.

Anything suspicious, anything
at all, you get out of here.

Shoot if you have to,
just get out of here.

Don't worry about me.

You're gonna be all right.

Hell, doll face,
we're a good team.

- No, I didn't believe that
story anymore the second time

than I did the first time.

(door creaks open)

That's right.

Stevie, hey, I
gotta call you back.

(coughing)
(choking)

Do you have any idea who

you're dealing with
here, Mr. Hench?

- Sure I do.

Do you, Doyle?

Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- So Murdoch was
behind the robbery

and behind trying to
set you up for it.

Except they didn't expect you
to get the drop on the kid.

They all figured it would be

the other way
around, didn't they?

I'm glad you came down.

Makes it all so much simpler.

Look how civilized we can be.

Just a couple of old hoods.

However, if Murdoch
doesn't return that dough,

you'll be erased,
you get my drift.

That could be an opportunity
for a man like you.

A guy with a degree in
the science of violence.

It took balls to show up here.

We'll get caught up
once this is over.

You need a place to hang
your hat, give me a call.

- So,

we're square then?

- As far as I can figure.

- Nice.

Looks like Father's
Day in Harlem.

- There's just one thing,
one little thing, Hench.

- I thought you said
we were square, Doyle?

- I got video cameras all
over this club, Merle.

I got them in changing rooms,

in the booths,

and in the parking lot.

Now, I know you weren't
in on the robbery

but you found a bag of my money

that the real thieves dropped

and you stowed it in your car
like a two-bit opportunist.

You give it back,
then we're square.

(gun firing)
(woman screaming)

(gun firing)

(screaming)

(indistinct shouting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(screaming)

- Excuse me, baby.

(guns firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun firing)

It all comes down
to fundamentals.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- That didn't sound
like it went well.

- Got complicated.

We're done, clear.

We could and should walk.

Walk away from the table.

I could have done that once.

Just walk away.

I ran with those guys
over 20 years, Jackie.

They saw the best of
me and the worst of me.

- You don't have to do anything,
Merle, we have the money.

- That's the thing about
jackals, they eat their weak.

They eat their own
family, and no family.

And what'll do we do
when the money's gone?

I can't work a normal job,
what the fuck can I do?

I mean you want to go
back to waitressing?

I don't even have a social
security number, Jackie.

I'm an enforcer for
the goddamned mob.

Men like me we don't change
trades, we get capped.

Jackie,

I was a bad guy who came
knocking at the door.

I know what I'm talking about.

If they're going to
pin this all on me,

I want all of the dough.

Not just what we have.

I want every goddamn
last red cent.

- How much is it, Merle?

- Well they dropped
the small bag.

That's three quarters of a mil.

They got away with
three big bags,

a mil and a quarter maybe.

So, add that up, something like
four, five mil more or less.

A lot of money, baby.

I've never had a
partner before, Jackie.

I think we'll do good together.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Okay, don't leave anything.

("Brilliant Blue"
by Keaton Simons)

* I am standing still

* This page I've yet to fill

* With words describing
thoughts that dread *

* To leave my head

* You leave me here, un-led

* You are an ocean song

* I can sing it all night long

* I see the tune march
through the room *

* In sound balloons Then
you feed me the moon *

* With a spoon

* Overwhelm me

* Show and tell me

* Let me breathe the
brilliant blues again *

* Up in arms

* Don't see the harm

* So let me dream a scene
from life back then *

* I want to sleep on a train

- Doll face,

I just don't want to
take you down with me.

- I want you

to take me down with you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(grunting)

- Hey, baby.

Mmm.

(sighing)

Larry, Merle.

Jesus, that rough, huh?

Listen, that race this evening.

(laughing)

- Sounded like you
said you wanted me

to put the whole bundle

on a horse called Carmelita.

- I need you to do
something with that dough.

You find her.

You give her that dough.

Yeah, the little waitress.

Give her that money, Larry,
and then we're straight.

Understand me?

All right.

You take care of you.

Jackie, hi, how you doing?

We need these wheels.

(tires screeching)

There's only two places Murdoch
would stow a load this size,

at the Ranch or at his home.

So I bet this money's
at the diner with him.

He won't want to
involve his family.

- Do you have a plan?

- Well, I'm going to start
by asking him nicely.

- Merle.

- Oh, baby, don't worry.

I'm feeling good.

Today is my lucky day.

- Maybe you'll pay
your penance, Merle.

- Something inside me died

when I started
running with Murdoch.

I started just existing,
making up excuses.

I'm going to end
that all right now.

- Let's go, Merle.

Let's just turn
around and run away.

- It's tempting.

It's really tempting, baby,

but I can't.

I'll be back before you know it.

This is Sue's revolver.

It's a full house .44.

All you gotta do
is point and shoot.

Keep pulling the trigger
until the danger's gone.

The key is in the ignition.

If I'm not back by morning, go.

Go back to the hotel.

If I've made it, I'll be there.

Otherwise head out of
state and don't look back.

What's most important,

don't ever talk about what
happened here, all right?

I will see you in a minute.

- It's been swell, Merle.

Something else.

- That it has.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Oh, yeah.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Aces and eights.

That was the hand
Bill Hickok held

when he sat with his
back to the door.

A mistake he made only once.

- The way I see it,
you got some money here

that belongs to me.

- Guy named Jack McCall.

Said he did it for revenge.

Claimed Hickok
killed his brother.

Won him sympathy at first,

till it was learned he
never had a brother.

Then he got hanged.

The lesson is, only put your
back to a man you can trust.

Your money's on the bar.

- The way I figure it,

you set me up to take the heat.

- More of a bet I'd say.

On you, Merle.

The patient old hammer verses

the overly ambitious young punk

coming after me five
years down the line.

- That's fine, I'll
take the rap for it.

I'm going to do
that for you Murdoch

but you've got to give me the
money Eddie's crew ripped off.

Then we can go
our separate ways.

- I've never been a man
to pass up an opportunity.

You took care of my
Eddie Hellstrom problem.

Doyle buys it either from
you or Nevada, I'm not picky.

You keep the chump change.

I get to take over the
laundering operation

I've had my eye on
for so many years.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- He's with Murdoch in the bar,
he doesn't know we're here.

- Take your winnings
and go home, Merle.

You played a good game.

- I'm going to leave here
with that money, Murdoch.

One way or another.

- There's enough
charity to put a wound

in the pupil of God's eye.

Go home, Merle.

What kind of fucking enforcer,

what kind of soldier
lets a two-bit punk

have his gun back
after a beating?

Start thinking about
your retirement.

- [Larry] Thought I was
watching the making of a star.

That left hand of yours
can decapitate a grown man.

- [Eddie] It's no wonder
why you never made it

in this game, Merle.

You've got a soft touch.

- [Teddy] You'll walk into
a room full of shooters.

And you're calm.

I mean you got ice water
in your veins calm.

And you think.

You don't react.

You think.

You're always gonna
have the advantage.

When the stress is on and
the shit really hits the fan

and you're facing down bad guys,

that's what it comes down to.

Fundamentals.

- [Larry] I understand why
they call you The Butcher.

(guns firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- It's going down then.

- A man's most dangerous
when he doesn't care.

We go in shooting.

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(screaming)

- Go on, Franco!

- Mother fucker!

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

- Fuck me, he killed Franco.

(guns firing)

Come here.

Kill that fucker.

Listen to me.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

(gun firing)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

(grunting)

I need help!

He's got me pinned down!

(gun firing)

- Where is he?

- He's somewhere behind the bar.

(gun firing)

- Murdoch don't pay me
enough for this shit.

(gun firing)
(grunting)

Fuck!

Where is he?

Fuck!

(groaning)

Fuck, I need ammo.

You're fucked.

Fuck you.

I need magazines.

(gun firing)

Fuck.

Merle, you fucker!

Merle, I'm all out
of fucking bullets.

Forget it.

(screaming)
(gun firing)

(grunting)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

- Swede!

Johnny!

El Paso!

Somebody answer me, will
ya, for Christ sakes?

What are ya, a bunch of
running coward bastards?

(gun firing)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Tyke, I know you're
still with me!

- How you doing?

Your bullet boys didn't
run out on you Murdoch.

They died for you.

(guns firing)

(groaning)

Oh, Goddamn it!

(coughing)

(Murdoch laughing)

- Will you look at this?

(laughing)

Oh, Christ.

Oh, man.

I'm fucking hurt, I'm
hit bad, I'm hit bad.

Merle!

Oh, God.

Sweet Jesus.

Oh, fuck!

I feel like a silly
teenage girl right now.

Oh, fuck.

Merle?

Come on, answer me will ya?

I, uh,

I, uh,

I'm glad to see you're alive.

You know, now we could,
we could work this out.

- I thought we could, Murdoch.

- Oh, geez,

you cut, you cut through
my best mustangs, Merle.

You cut through
them like butter.

Why did you never
shoot like that for me?

- I guess I never
had the motivation.

- Motivation?

(laughing)

The motivation was
fucking loyalty.

(coughs)

Oh, Jesus!

- November, 1979,

the Maltese Brothers.

They owed you seven
G's, remember?

Closest weapon at hand
was a butcher's cleaver

just like this one.

Took the whole afternoon.

Who would have
thought those Maltese

were such good scrappers, huh?

- I remember the Maltese.

- Goddamned for sure, Murdoch.

Man, I was so ashamed
of what I did.

I worked for 20 years to
lose that God awful nickname.

Wanted to bury the story forever
of what happened that day

but I never could forget it.

You know?

Trash like that--

- Trash like that
dies every day, Merle.

- I did it for you, Murdoch,

(coughs)

not for the reputation.

A reputation I
never really wanted.

- So, what are you
gonna do about it?

(breathing heavily)

- What am I gonna do about it?

Well,

what I'm going to do about it

is I'm going to live up to it.

(Murdoch coughing)

That is a fine cigar.

Man, you are bleeding
like a stuck pig.

I had my belly full
of killing today.

More than enough.

So,

I'll be taking this.

(Murdoch grunts)

And I'll be taking this.

(Murdoch groans)

- Oh, mother fucker!

- Here we go.

- This,

(laughing)

this,

(laughing)

so that's what this was about?

A fucking nickname?

(laughing)

The Butcher!

(laughing)

A fucking nickname!

Out the front door,
the motherfucker.

You're going to need all
the luck you can get.

Butcher!

(laughing)

(dramatic orchestral music)
(projector running)

(grunting)

- Merle!

Merle!

- Don't touch me,

Open the door.

- You need help?

- Open the door.

- Merle?

Okay, here we go.

Okay.

Okay, slowly.

Slowly, okay.

(chokes)

Merle?

- Oh!

Oh, man!

Son of a bitch.

I have been shot to shit.

Oh, baby.

(Sighs)

- Stay, Merle.

Open your eyes.

- We've got to go.

(knocking)

- Excuse me, I think you
might be able to help me.

- I'm sorry, I don't know you.

- Doesn't matter.

What does matter is you have
something that belongs to me.

- [Merle] Just let him take it.

Son of a bitch, son of a bitch.

- You know kid, I'm going to
let you slide on that one.

- You're the ones from Reno.

- Maybe from there
or maybe from hell.

Now do you really
want to find out?

Looks like its been a pretty
busy morning for you guys.

You know considering the lengths

that you've gone to get this

I almost hate taking
it away from you.

Almost.

But it's mine and
besides its only money.

Life's a bitch.

The ones that need
it most don't get it.

The ones that don't need
it have too much of it.

I'm here to tie up and
bury all the lose ends.

But I'm really touched
by the two of you.

So maybe we don't have to
rush the inevitable after all.

- You mean we can go?

- I'm not going to stop you.

But a little advice for you.

Get your man to a
doctor real soon.

Getting caught in a car with a
dead guy full of bullet holes

would be a little
hard to explain.

So go on, get out of here.

Hey kid,

good luck to ya.

Both of yas.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Oh, you think my
lucky day's over?

- No, Merle.

You got something
to live for now.

A new beginning.

- I had something to live for.

Doll face,

I am done.

- What about me, Merle?

What about me?

(groaning)

- I'm gonna die.

Now when I do,

you kick me out of this car,
somewhere deserted, all right?

You go back to LA.

You find a man named
Larry Cobb, all right?

He's a bad ass
looking black dude.

You met him once at the diner.

Okay?

He's got something for you.

- What about us, Merle?

- It don't hurt no more, I
think it's a good time to go.

I don't think I want
to stick around here

much longer anyway, you know?

Oh, honey.

- I can't do this without you.

I can't do this without you.

- You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

(exhaling)

- Merle?

(crying)

(dramatic guitar music)

Well Merle, I took
your winnings,

285,000, minus Larry's cut,

and invested it in the diner.

I own the place now.

So it's a different
feeling coming to work.

You know I think about the
short time we spent together.

I still think about
you every so often.

The day the Butcher's
luck changed.

(dramatic orchestral music)

("Brilliant Blue"
by Keaton Simons)

* I am standing still

* This page I've yet to fill

* With words describing
thoughts that dread *

* To leave my head

* You leave me here, un-led

* You are an ocean song

* I can sing it all night long

* I see the tune march
through the room *

* In sound balloons

* Then you feed me the moon

* With a spoon

* Overwhelm me

* Show and tell me

* Let me breathe the
brilliant blues again *

* Up in arms, don't
see the harm *

* So let me dream a scene
from life back then *

* I want to sleep on a train

* Let the whistle
blow my brain *

* And I would dream
of blurring trees *

* And twisted greed

* That leads me on