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I'm talkin'about friendship.

I'm talkin'about character.

I'm talkin'about
- Hell, Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word.

I'm talkin' about ethics.

You know I'm a sportin' man.

I like to lay the occasional bet.

But I ain't that sportin'.

When I fix a fight
- Say I pay a three to one favorite...

to throw a goddamned fight.

I figure I got the right to expect
that fight to go off at three to one.

But every time I lay in bed with
this son of a bitch Bernie Bernbaum,

before I know it, the odds is even up.

Or worse, I'm bettin'
on the short money.

The sheeny knows I like sure things.

He's sellin' the information
I fixed the fight.

Out of town money comes pouring in.

The odds go straight to hell.

I don't know who he's sellin' to
- maybe the Los Angeles combine.

I don't know. The point is,

Bernie ain't satisfied with the
honest dollar he can make off the vig.

He ain't satisfied with the
business I do on his book.

He is sellin' tips on how I bet.

And that means part of the payoff
that should be riding on my hip...

is riding on someone else's.

So, back we go to these questions-

friendship, character,

ethics.

So, it's clear what I'm saying?

As mud.

It's gettin' so a businessman can't
expect no return from a fixed fight.

Now, if you can't trust
a fix, what can you trust?

For a good return,you
gotta go bettin'on chance,

and then you're back with anarchy.

Right back in the jungle.

That's why ethics is important
- what separates us from the animals,

the beasts of burden,
the beasts of prey.

Ethics.

Whereas, uh, Bernie Bernbaum
is a horse of a different color,

ethics-wise, as in he ain't got any.

- You sure it's Bernie selling you out?
- It ain't elves.

- No one else knows about the fix?
- No one that ain't got ethics.

What about the fighters
you pay to tank out?

We only pick fighters we know
we can put the fear of God in.

Any other bookies know?
You play anyone else's book?

I
- I lay an occasional bet with Mink Larouie.

- But it ain't Mink. I'll vouch for that.
- How do you know?

It ain't Mink. Mink is Eddie Dane's boy.

Of course the Dane always
knows about the fix.

And what the hell is
that supposed to mean?

Let it drift. All it means
is a lot of people know.

I guess you ain't been listenin'.

Sure, other people know.

That's why we gotta go to
this question of character...

to determine just who, exactly,
is chiselin' in on my fix.

And that's how we know that it's
Bernie Bernbaum, the shmatte kid-

'cause ethically, he's kinda shaky.

- So you want to kill him.
- For starters.

Sorry, Caspar. Bernie
pays for protection.

Listen, Leo, I ain't
askin' you for permission.

I'm tellin' you as a courtesy. I need
to do this thing, so it's gonna get done.

And I'm tellin' you, as a
courtesy, you'll have trouble.

You came here to see if I'd kick if you
killed Bernie. Well, there's your answer.

I pay off to you every
month like a greengrocer

a lot more than the shmatte,

and I'm sick of gettin' the high hat.

You pay off for protection
just like everyone else.

As far as I know, and what I don't
know in this town ain't worth knowing,

the cops haven't closed
any of your dives...

and the D.A. hasn't
touched any of your rackets.

You haven't bought any
license to kill bookies,

and today I ain't sellin'any.

So take your flunky and dangle.

You think I'm some guinea fresh
off the boat, and you can kick me.

But I'm too big for that now. I'm
sick of takin' the strap from you, Leo.

I'm sick of marching into
this goddamn office...

to kiss your Irish ass,

and I'm sick of the high hat!

You's fancy pants, all of youse.

Johnny?

You're exactly as big as
I let you be and no bigger,

and don't forget it, ever.

That's right, Leo.

You're the big shot around here,

and I'm just some schnook
likes to get slapped around.

Twist a pig's ear, watch him squeal.

- Bad play, Leo.
- Who got up the wrong side, huh?

Same side as always.

- That's what I mean. Still owe money to
-

Who is your bookie, Lazarre?
I could put it right for you.

- Thanks, Leo. I don't need it.
- In a pig's eye.

You haven't played a
winner in six weeks.

People will speak ill of me
if I let him break your legs.

People will say I had it coming.

And they'll be right,
but that ain't the point.

Call me a bighearted slob, but
I'm gonna square it for you, yeah.

I think I'll do that
this very same night.

Lookin' at you mopin'
around takes away all my-

What do you call it? "Joy de veever"?

Joie de vivre.

Well, if you're gonna laugh
at me, the hell with ya.

The hell with you.

I'll square myself with
Lazarre, if you don't mind.

That's why God invented cards.

- There is one thing you can do for me.
- Name it.

Think about what
protecting Bernie gets us.

Think about what
offending Caspar loses us.

Oh, come on, Tommy. You
know I don't like to think.

Yeah.

Well, think about
whether you should start.

Wake up, Tommy.

- I am awake.
- Your eyes are shut.

Who you gonna believe?

- How'd I do?
- What do you think?

You are a millionaire. You
gonna remember your friends?

- Where's me hat?
- You bet it, mug.

Good thing the game broke up
before you bet your trousers.

Who made off with me hat?

Verna. Verna and Mink.

- Who?
- Mink and Verna.

Is Thunderclap running tonight?

Thunderclap? Yeah.

What's she leaving at?

Three to one, more than likely.

Lay off, Tom. You shouldn't
go deeper in the hole.

Tell Lazarre...

I want 500 on the nose.

You would have it.

I want me hat.

Is that all you came for?

Yeah. I want me hat.

It's mine. I won it.

- What are you gonna do with it?
- Drop dead.

I need a drink.

Why didn't you say so?

Hello, Tommy. Sorry about the hour.

- I'll live. What's the rumpus?
- Can I come in?

Sure.

- Drink?
- I wouldn't mind.

I tried callin' earlier.

I got home late.

- Well, uh, I'm sorry
about the hour. - Uh-huh.

- Not bad.
- Better than the paint we sell at the club.

That it is. That it is.

- You thought about cutting Bernie loose?
- Can't do it, Tommy.

Can't do it.

That's sort of why I'm, uh-

Tommy, I don't know where Verna is.

- Uh-huh. - I know what you're
thinkin', what else is new?

But the situation now
- I'm worried.

Verna can take care of herself,
maybe better than you can.

- What does that mean?
- Want another one?

No.

What does that mean?

How far she got her hooks into you?

That's a hell of a question.

It's a grift.

If she didn't need you to protect
her brother from Johnny Caspar,

you think she'd still be going on slow
carriage rides with you through the park?

That's the deal, isn't it? You keep
Bernie under wraps till Caspar cools down?

Jesus, you're a prickly pear. What's wrong
with her wanting her brother taken care of?

Nothing. I don't blame her.

She sees the angle, which
is you, she plays it.

She's a grifter, just like her brother.

Probably had grifter parents
and grifter grandparents...

and someday they're each gonna
spawn little grifter kids.

Stop it, Tommy. I don't like to hear my
friends run down, even by other friends.

- Friendship's got nothing to do with it.
- The hell you say.

You'd do anything to help your friends,
like you'd do anything to kick your enemies.

- Wrong, Leo. You do things for a reason.
- Okay, Tom.

- Wrong, Leo. You do things for a reason.
- Okay, Tom.

You know all the angles,
Christ, better than anybody.

But maybe you're wrong about this.
You don't know what's in Verna's heart.

Leo, if she's such an angel,

why are you looking for
her at 4:00 in the morning?

I put a tail on her this afternoon.

- Uh-huh. - I asked Rug
Daniels to follow her around,

just, you know, to
keep her out of trouble.

I was worried. After that meeting
with Caspar, you can't be too careful.

So what did Rug say that
has you scurrying over here?

That's just it.

Nothing. He's disappeared.

So you lost your lady friend
and the tail you put on her?

I guess it does sound
pretty sorry at that.

Help me out, Tom. I wouldn't
know where to start lookin'.

You know Rug's crowd. You know
the people Verna runs with.

It's just I'm worried now with things
the way they are between me and Caspar.

You shouldn't be confronting Johnny Caspar.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.

You can't trade body blows with
him. He's gotten too strong.

I reckon I can still trade body
blows with any man in this town.

Except you, Tom.

And Verna.

Okay. Give me the needle.

I am a sap.

I deserve it.

Thanks for the drink.

Let me know if you hear anything.

- Who was that?
- Leo.

He's lookin' for you.

Did you tell him I was here?

No.

Did you put in a good
word for my brother?

No.

- You said you would.
- I said I'd think about it.

What did you tell him?

Did you see Rug Daniels last night?

No.

What did you tell Leo?

I told him you were a tramp
and he should dump you.

You're a son of a bitch, Tom.

- Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?
- Mink.

- I see you got your hat back.
- Yeah, what of it?

Not a thing. Look, if it ain't my
business, I got not a thing to say.

Listen, Bernie wants to
see you. It's important.

Yeah, well, I'm right
here. I'm not made of glass.

He's nervous walkin' around in public.
He's a right guy, but he's very nervous.

I mean, who wouldn't be? In the
spot he's in, who wouldn't be?

He asked me to ask you to
ask Leo to take care of him.

Leo listens to you. Not that Leo
wouldn't help a shmatte anyway.

A guy like Bernie? A
straight shooter like him?

I don't get it, Mink.

What's to get? It's as plain
as the nose on your face.

- I thought you were Eddie Dane's sycophant.
- Yeah, Tom, that's right,

but a guy can have more
than one friend, can't he?

Not that I want the Dane to know about it,
but the shmatte, he's a right guy, Tommy.

He's got a mixed reputation, but for a
sheeny, he's got a lot of good qualities.

- What's goin' on between you and Bernie?
- Nothin', Tom.

We're just... friends, you know, amigos.

You're a fickle boy, Mink.

If Eddie Dane finds out
that you got another "amigo"-

Well, I don't peg him for
the understanding type.

Find out?

How's he gonna find out? Damn it,
you and me ain't even been talkin'!

Jesus, Tom! Damn it! Jesus!

Hello, Tommy.

- You know O'Doole and the mayor?
- I oughta.

Voted for him six times last May.

And that ain't the record, either.

Oh, Verna turned up. She's downstairs.

- She say where she'd been?
- No. I didn't want to press her.

- You hear about Rug?
- Yeah. R.I.P.

They took his hair, Tommy.

Jesus, that's strange.
Why would they do that?

- Maybe it was injuns. -
"Eye-ties," more like it.

Giovanni Gasparo.

So you figure Caspar bumped Rug.

- Well, it's pretty obvious, ain't it?
- Yeah?

So what's the plan?

Well, we'll jump on the
guinea hard with both feet.

- Give him the lowdown, Dale.
- Yes. Well, um,

Leo here just reminded us
that Mr. Caspar operates...

several clubs in our city,

wherein the patrons imbibe of
rum and play at games of chance.

And we're supposed to stop the party.

- They don't look to happy about it, Leo.
- Oh, no, it ain't that, Tom.

- Jesus, Tom, we do as we're told.
- Maybe they're right not to like it.

Stirring up this hornet's nest won't be
good for anyone, and it'll mean killing.

I'm not thrilled about it either,
but I can't just lay down to Caspar.

You could do worse. You might not like
it, but giving up Bernie Bernbaum...

is a pretty small
price to pay for peace.

Business is business, and a
war is going to hurt everybody.

Bernie plays with fire, he's got
to deal with the consequences.

even if that means he gets bumped off.

SweetJesus, Tom, that ain't even
the point anymore. Caspar pooped Rug.

The day I back down from a fight,
Caspar's welcome to the rackets,

this town and my place at the table.

- I didn't start this thing,
but- - You did start it.

- You and Verna.
- We can dangle, Leo, if you'd prefer.

Sit down, Dale! We're all friends here.

And Caspar hasn't broken the rules,
Bernie has, and you, too, by helping him.

And if that isn't enough, consider
that if you make this a war,

you have more to lose than Caspar.

Okay, but more to beat him with. Jesus,
Tom, the two of us have faced worse odds.

Never without reason.
It helps to have one.

Well, it's your call.

My opinion used to count
for something around here.

But it's always yours to take or leave.

Come on, Tommy. It's not like that.

Goddamn it!

Goddamn kid's just like a twist.

Get me a stiff one.

No small talk, huh?

- They shoot your horse?
- If there's any justice.

- Verna around?
- She stepped into the ladies' room.

- You got Lazarre's 500?
- You'll have to carry me for a few days.

He ain't gonna like that.
Couldn't you get it from Leo?

It's not Leo's debt.
I'll pay me own way.

I admire a man of principle.

Does this go on the tab?

- Close your eyes, ladies.
I'm coming through.

- Who's the war paint for?
- Go home and dry out.

You don't need it for Leo, believe me.

He already thinks you're
the original Miss Jesus.

- What the hel"s the matter with you?
- What's the matter with you?

- Afraid people might get the right idea?
- Leo's got the right idea.

I like him. He's honest
and he's got a heart.

Then it's true what they say
- opposites attract.

- Do me a favor. Mind your own business.
- This is my business.

Intimidating helpless
women is part of what I do.

- Then find one and intimidate her.
- Leo's upstairs...

getting ready to shoot himself
in the foot on your account.

- I don't know what you're talkin'about.
- He's gonna go to the mat...

for your brother, and
it's gonna hurt him.

I don't know Leo's
business, but he's a big boy.

- He used to be.
- Look, what do you want, Tom?

You want me to pretend I don't
care what happens to Bernie?

Well, I do. He's my brother. I
don't want to see him get hurt.

If Leo wants to help out, I'll step out
with him, show him a good time in return.

There's no harm in that.

There's a name for that
kind of business arrangement.

Look, I'll do what I have
to do to protect Bernie.

There's no reason for
you to try and queer that.

Regardless of what you think
about me, Bernie's a decent guy.

- A straight shooter, huh? A square "G."
- Yeah.

Sneer at him like everyone else,
just because he's different.

People think he's a degenerate.
People think he's scum.

- Well, he's not.
- Poor misunderstood Bernie.

What is this about, Tom?

You want me to stop seeing
Leo? Why don't you just say so?

I want you to quit spinning Leo in
circles and pointing him where to go.

- I forgot. That's your job.
- I'll do what I have to do to protect Leo.

I'm asking you politely. Leave
him alone. I don't have to ask.

If I told him about our little dance last
night, your pool would pretty soon dry up.

So would yours. I don't
like being threatened.

I don't like being taken for a sucker.

That kinda might work with Leo,
but it don't work with me.

Do you think last night was just
more campaigning for my brother?

I can see the angles.

You know, if there was a
market for little old ladies,

you'd have Grandma
Bernbaum first in line.

- You're a pathetic rumhead.
- And I love you, angel.

I suppose you think you raised hell.

Sister, when I've raised
hell, you'll know it.

- Yeah.
- Lazarre wants his money. He wants it now.

- I need a couple of days.
- Yeah? How come is that?

Because I don't have it.

All right, welsher, how
do I know you ain't got it?

- Because I say so.
- That ain't gonna be good enough.

- What would be good enough?
- Lazarre ain't gonna like it one bit.

Tell Lazarre if he's not happy, he
can send someone over to break my legs.

I won't squawk.

- Hello, Bernie.
- Hello, Tom.

- What's the rumpus?
- Come on in. Make yourself at home.

Yeah, you weren't here,
so I thought I'd do that.

I didn't want to answer the
phone, though. I figured...

it wasn't for me.

I get it. Get to the point, huh?

Okay. The point is, I'm a good guy.

I've heard that from
a lot of people today.

Good guy, lots of friends.
That's the way it works.

Maybe if you appreciated me a little more,
you wouldn't be making waves with Leo.

It's a bad time to be doing that.
Right now, we're both in a jam.

I hear you're on a bad
streak. Short of funds.

Well, I got that crazy dago mad at me.

Don't ask me why. I'm
just a small-timer...

trying to get by like everyone else.

I need help from my
friends like Leo and you.

Leo gets your sister.
What are you sellin' me?

Come on, Tom. It's not like
that at all. It wasn't my idea.

She'll sleep with anyone. You know that.

She even tried to teach me a
thing or two about bed artistry.

Can you believe that?

My own sister.

Some crackpot idea about
saving me from my friends.

She's a sick twist, all right.

- She speaks highly of you.
- Yeah, well, you stick by your family.

The point is, I can help you with your
debts if that would make us friends.

My motto is, "A guy
can't have too many. "

Big payday Saturday, Tom.
You could be in on it.

Another fix? Which fight?

That's confidential at the moment.
But it doesn't have to stay that way.

How come you know so much about it?

Caspar isn't laying
any more bets with you.

You really must have Mink
jumping through hoops.

Like I say, you can't have too many.

- We got a deal?
- I'll think about it.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

Hey, Adolph.

- My credit still good with you?
- Mmm.

Give me a hundred across on
Tailor Made in the third tonight.

- Lazarre won't like it.
- Try 50 across.

I'll try. It's another
150 you'll owe him.

- Only if I lose, Adolph. -
Tommy, the way you're goin'-

- Hey, horses got knees?
- I don't know. Fetlocks.

Well, if I was a horse, I'd be down on
my fetlocks praying you don't bet on me.

- Drift, small guy.
- Drop dead, ape.

Come on, Tom. Boss wants to see ya.

He didn't have time to
engrave nothin' formal.

What you mean, he's eatin' too
much? What's the goddamn doctor know?

- What you eat for lunch?
- A hot dog.

- Just a hot dog?
- A hot dog and mustard.

A hot dog and mustard.

A hot dog and mustard!

You hear that, Dane? My
kid is as smart as a whip.

Even Uncle Eddie thinks that's funny.

Okay.

Go ahead. Which hand is the penny in?

Choose again.

Okay. Here you go. Take
the penny. Shiny new penny.

Take the kid, wait in the
car. Give him a penny, boys!

- I ain't got a penny, boss.
- That's a penny you owe him.

Hello, Tom. What's the
rumpus? You like kids?

- No.
- Have a seat. Go ahead.

Well, you're missin'
out on a complete life.

I know, kids, big deal.

Still, I'm telling you.

Anyways, thanks for comin' by.

I just wrote this check out
to your bookmaker Lazarre.

It's for an even 1,500, which
is more than I hear you owe him,

but I figured you could always
use some money on the cuff,

a high roller such as yourself.

- What do you say?
- Thanks.

Always the yapper, huh?

Well, you're welcome. You wanna know
why I'm puttin' you square with Lazarre?

- Not particularly.
- I want everybody to be friends.

I do this, you're friends with Lazarre,

he's friends with you,
you're friends with me.

All you gotta do to show you're a
friend is give me Bernie Bernbaum.

You know it's the right thing
anyway. The shmatte steals from me.

I can't have Leo giving
him a shiny new penny.

So the deal is, I give you Bernie,

smooth it over with Leo and
you bail me out with Lazarre.

Yeah. Then we're all friends again.

You, me, Leo, the Dane.

- We can maybe have tea sometime.
- Come on, Eddie.

Friends is a mental state.

- What do you say, kid?
- I'll think about it.

You'll think about it.

You hear that, Dane? The kid's
a thinker. That's terrific.

- Does he want a pillow for his head?
- Okay, kid. Think about it.

It's a mental state.
If it'll help you think,

you should know that if
you don't do this thing,

you're not gonna be in any
shape to walk out of here.

Would that be physically,
or just a mental state?

That ain't friendly, kid.
I make you a nice offer,

you give me the high hat.

Hold it.

Jesus, Tom.

Just in the nick of time, huh?

Well, no harm done. Unless
your friend broke his foot.

Where am I?

Where are you?
Johnny Caspar's pleasure dome.

Same as when you left
us about ten seconds ago.

Hello, Tom. How are ya?

Care to scrape a knuckle
on your playmate here?

- No. Thanks though, Andy.
- Well, if you change your mind,

we'll be interrogating for a while.

- What was that party about, anyway?
- We do this every weekend.

Jesus, what is the
matter with you people?

Well, they said make it
hurt, so we make it hurt.

Drink, O'Doole?

I'm on duty.

To Volstead.

Any news about Rug?

Still dead, far as I know.

- Get a slug out of him?
- Yeah,.22.

Listen, Tom, I'm just
the chief around here,

so don't bother tellin' me if
you don't happen to feel like it,

but what the hell is Leo doin'?

Make him listen to you, Tom. It ain't
right, all this fuss over one sheeny.

Let Caspar have Bernie.
What's one Hebrew more or less?

We're burnin' our meal ticket here.

Leo will do what suits him,
and you'll do what he tells you.

Last I heard, Leo was
still running this town.

Yeah, well, he won't be
for long if this keeps up.

It's no good for anyone.
You said as much yourself.

First off, O'Doole, I can say
what I please to Leo and about him.

You can't.

Second, once Leo decides, that's that.

If that sticks going down, there
are plenty of coppers I know...

who wouldn't mind bein' chief
and could swallow it clean.

Jesus, Tom, I was just
speculatin' about a hypothesis.

I know I don't know nothin'.

It's just a
- just a damn mess, is all.

Hello, Officer. I'd like
to report an intruder...

at 346 West Lewis-

Who's this? Hello,
Shad. Tom Reagan here.

- You need the booze?
- No, we won't be needing any today.

- False alarm, huh?
- Yeah. My mother. She didn't recognize me.

Let me talk to Mulveany. Miss me?

Drop dead.

- Mulveany here.
- Sean?

Tell O'Doole to get a
car over to Leo's tonight.

If we're banging away at Caspar, we
oughta be ready for him to bang back.

What do you want?

I was in the neighborhood,
feeling a bit daffy,

so I thought I'd drop
in for an aperitif.

- Rug Daniels is dead.
- Gee, that's tough.

Don't get hysterical.

I've had enough excitement for one night
without a dame going all weepy on me.

- I barely knew the gentleman.
- Rug?

A bit of a shakedown artist,
not above the occasional grift.

Bet you'd understand that.
All in all, not a bad guy,

if looks, brains and
personality don't count.

- You better hope they
don't. - Yeah, well-

We're none of us the saint
I hear your brother is.

- Who killed him?
- Leo thinks Caspar did.

- But you know better.
- I do now.

You see, Caspar just tried to buy
me into fixing his tiff with Leo,

which he'd hardly do
if he was waging war.

So I figure you killed him,
angel. You or St. Bernard.

Why would I or my brother kill
Rug Daniels or anybody else?

Rug was following you.
He knew about you and me,

and that wouldn't help your
play with Leo, would it?

You think I murdered someone?

Come on, Tom. You know me a little.

Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.

You know, or you wouldn't be here.

Not at all, sugar. I came to
hear your side of the story.

How horrible Rug was, how he goaded you
into it, how he tried to shake you down.

- That's not why you came either.
- Tell me why I came.

- The oldest reason there is.
- There are friendlier places to drink.

- Why can't you admit it?
- Admit what?

That you don't like me seeing
Leo 'cause you're jealous.

Admit that you've got a heart,

even though it may
be small and feeble...

and you can't remember
the last time you used it.

If I'd known we were gonna
cast our feelings into words,

I'd have memorized the Song of Solomon.

Maybe that's why I like you, Tom.

I never knew anybody that
made being a son of a bitch...

such a point of pride.

Though one day you'll
pay the price for it.

Okay, Verna. But until
then, let's get stinko.

Let's do something else first.

Yeah. Let's do plenty.

- Who's winning?
- We are, for the nonce.

What's the "disposish"?

Last night, four to one.
Dana Cudahy went up with the house.

- And theirs?
- One burned.

- The other three?
- Lead.

- Whose?
- Leo's.

The old man's still an
artist with a Thompson.

Yeah, do that.

Well, find him, goddamn it! Go
and see if he fell in the john.

Son of a bitch. No chief.

- Who's mindin' the goddamn store?
- Can't raise O'Doole?

No, nor the mayor either.

- That's not good. They're running.
- They wouldn't dare!

I don't know, Leo. I warned
you not to hit Caspar's club.

- I'm still here, ain't I?
- Caspar's play hurt you anyway.

That sorry son of a bitch
just slit his own throat.

Listen to me, Leo. Last night
made you look vulnerable.

You don't hold elected office in this town.
You run it because people think you run it.

Once they stop thinking
it, you stop running it.

Jesus, Tom. It sounds like a
bad break for me I wasn't killed!

I mean it, Leo. Start
taking Caspar seriously.

I know, I know. Retreat to win, give up
Bernie. That'll solve all our problems.

Won't anymore, I'll grant you that.

But going toe-to-toe with a
psychopath will get you nowhere.

It'll force people to choose sides
just when you're looking shaky.

- The hell I do!
- Then where's the mayor?

Why aren't there any police here?

Why weren't there any police
at your place last night?

- I didn't ask for any.
- I did.

Mother hen, huh? What's
the matter, Tommy?

- Don't you think I can take care of myself?
- I know you can't.

Here's the smart play, Leo. You
lay back, you give Bernie up,

you let Caspar think
he's made his point.

- Then you wait for him to show a weakness.
- Please, Tom.

You're sticking on Bernie.
You're sticking your neck out...

for a guy who'd chop you off at the
heels if there was two bits in it.

Tom,

things aren't as, uh,
clear-cut as you make it.

Bernie's
- Well, hell,you know about me and Verna.

Things now are, uh-

Not that I haven't
been a gentleman, but-

I plan to ask her to marry me, Tom.

I guess you think
that's a bonehead play.

- You think she wants you to?
- How the hell do I know?

I think she does. Yeah,
of course she does.

I know you think different,
but, well, we just, uh-

We just differ on that.

Leo, Caspar didn't kill Rug.

- Course he did.
- No. Think about it just this one time.

- Who was Rug following?
- Huh?

It needn't have been that sinister. Strange
man follows her down a dark alleyway.

- I told you she can look after herself.
- Verna wouldn't panic,

shoot someone just because
he was following her.

Nah, it wouldn't have happened like that,
and if it had she would have told me.

They pulled a .22 slug out of him.

A pop gun, Leo, a woman's gun.

I know you don't like her, Tom,

but I trust Verna as
much as I trust you.

Okay, Leo.

Maybe it wasn't that innocent.

Maybe Rug knew something she didn't like
him knowing and wouldn't want you to know.

Rug was following her. Maybe
he knew where she was sleeping,

and who with.

Maybes don't make it so.

There's more than maybes.

You've trusted me before, you've never
lost anything by it. Trust me on this.

- This is too important.
- I don't ask much, and I don't ask often.

Trust me on this.

- Tommy.
- Trust me on this, or to hell with you.

You don't mean that.

She was with me...

the night Rug was following her,

the night you dropped by.

Oh.

Okay, Leo. Okay. I'll throw him out.

Yeah, do that.

It's the kiss-off.

If I never see him again,
it'll be soon enough.

- Hello?
- Hello, Frankie.

It's Tom. How's the flunky business?

I've had worse. Your ventilator mending?

Tell Caspar it's forgotten.

I'd like to see him.

Ah. All right, let me know.

It worked, whatever you did.

Leo says we're quits.

But you know I didn't have
anything to do with Rug.

Maybe not.

Anyway, that isn't
what soured him on you.

Oh, you and me, huh?

You always take the long way around
to get what you want, don't you, Tom?

You could have just asked.

What did I want?

Me.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

When?

Okay.

You still up?

Yeah.

What are you chewin' over?

Dream I had once.

I was walking in the
woods. I don't know why.

Wind came whippin'. Blew me hat off.

And you chased it, right?

You ran and ran.

You finally caught up to it.

And you picked it up, but
it wasn't a hat anymore.

It had changed into something
else, something wonderful.

No, it stayed a hat.

And no, I didn't chase it.

Nothing more foolish than
a man chasin' his hat.

Where are you going?

Just have to do a few things.

- You and Leo might still be able to patch things up.
- Me and Leo are finished.

- Nothing's gonna change that.
- You never know.

- He's got a big heart.
- We're quits as far as I'm concerned, never mind him.

And if Leo did want me back, he's
an even bigger sap than I thought.

Then why don't we just
pick up and leave town?

There's nothing keeping you here.

I know there's nothing keeping me.

- What about Bernie?
- He could go with us.

You, me and Bernie?
Where would we go, Verna?

Niagara Falls?

Why do you hate him?

- I don't hate anyone.
- Or like anyone.

Where is Bernie?

- Why?
- Leo can't protect him anymore.

I oughta tell him to skip.

The Royale, room 302.

I guess we both
double-crossed Leo, huh?

There's no gettin' around that.

I guess he's well rid of both of us.

The two of us, we're about bad
enough to deserve each other.

Are we?

We're a couple of heels, Tom.

Yes, we are.

So he says, "Screw him. Give
him a dollar. This was my idea. "

Hello, Tom.

Uh, you know O'Doole and the mayor.

- Hello, boys.
- Tom's a big booster. Always has been.

That's fine, that's fine. Well, Tom
and I got the proverbial fat to chew.

- Just let us know if you need anything.
- Yeah. Happy days.

Have a seat, kid. Yeah, that's it.

So,you had enough time
to think about things?

- Yeah, well, uh, circumstances have changed.
- Don't I know it.

Last night I know the Dane was
disappointed the bulls showed up...

before Frankie and Tic-Tac
really pinned your ears back,

but I said, "Relax, Eddie. I
got a feeling about this kid.

The kid and Leo are gonna
go bust-o. Matter of time. "

I said, "The kid is too smart
for Leo. " That's what I said.

Like a psychic. Ask the Dane if
I did. Like a goddamn psychic.

- Go ahead, ask him.
- You vouch for that psychic business?

- That's right, smart guy.
- I know you knew...

protecting the shmatte was a dumb idea.

I know you've been wise to
all of Leo's dumb ideas lately.

Only a matter
of time- bust-o.

That's why last night we didn't
put the arm on you, only Leo.

Seeing how you squiffed your play
on Leo, I can only be so grateful.

Oh, that's real brave coming
from Little Miss Punching Bag.

Okay, Eddie.

- Friends now, huh?
- Nuts.

So, I guess you'll be
looking for a job, eh, kid?

I might be.

You got references? You been to college?

We only take yeggs what's been to
college. Ain't that right, Dane?

I'm joking, of course. We all
know you could be useful to us,

a smart kid such as yourself.

The man who walks behind the
man, who whispers in his ear.

- I guess you could be useful in spades.
- Yeah, I can do plenty for you.

- Can you get Leo off me?
- I'm tellin' you not to worry about Leo.

- We got plans for him.
- Oh,yeah?

- Like what?
- Not so fast there, "kaputnik. "

I
- I think what the Dane is trying to say is,

there'll be time to talk about that.

We can table that for a later date.

See, last time we jawed,
you gave me the high hat.

I guess I'm sayin'...

you gotta put something
on the table first.

- Ante up.
- Fair enough. Where do we start?

Hear that, Dane? All business.
I told you he was a good kid.

"Where do we start?" All business.

Well, we can start, for
instance, with the shmatte.

Like, where's the shmatte?
You could maybe tell us that.

The Royale, room 302. And
you might find Mink with him.

The hell you say.

Sure. Bernie and Mink are cozy as lice.

- And it ain't just business.
- This guy is lying.

- Why would I?
- This guy is wrong.

This guy is all wrong. Mink is
clean and this clown is a smart guy.

It's easy enough to find out, ain't it?

You find Mink, you bring him back here.

Go to the car. I'm gonna send Frankie
and Tic-Tac with you to the Royale.

If Bernie's there,

Frankie and Tic-Tac'll
take care of him.

And if he's not there?

I'll sit facing the
corner in a funny hat.

Get your little hebe ass in the car.

Let's go. Come on,you skel.

What are you doing to me?

- We're going to Miller's
Crossing. -I didn't do- Tom! Tom!

- Lock him up. Jesus!
Are you part of this?

- Sit still, hymie.
- You can't be part of this.

I think these guys are gonna whack
me! Tom,you gotta talk to 'em!

You're giving me a headache,
you little sheeny. Let's go!

Talk to 'em!

Get me outta here!

Oh, Tommy.!

Get him outta here!
- Frankie!

Come on! Come on!

- Tic-Tac!
- Quiet him down!

Uuh!

Get up, you skel!

- Come on.
- Frankie, no!

- Get up, you son of
a bitch. - Frank- Aah!

- Oh, Frankie!
- Get up, you kike!

Okay, take him in the
woods and whack him.

- What?
- That's right.

The boss wants you to do it. Make
sure you're with the good guys.

- You know how to do this, right?
- You little yid! Get up!

Ya gotta remember to
put one in his brain.

Your first shot puts him down.
Then you put one in his brain.

Then he's dead. Then we go home.

Get up and walk.

I can't get up. I can't get up.

- Get up and walk, you pissing little yid!
- Let's go!

Tommy, you can't do
this. You don't bump guys.

You're not like those
animals back there.

It's not right, Tom.

They can't make us do this.

It's a wrong situation. They can't
make us different people than we are.

We're not muscle. I
never killed anybody.

I used a little information
for a chisel, that's all.

It's my nature, Tom. I can't help it.

Somebody hands me an angle, I play
it. I don't deserve to die for that.

Do you think I do?

I'm just a grifter.
Huh, Tom? I'm a nobody!

But I tell you what
- I never crossed a friend.

I never killed anybody,
I never crossed a friend.

We're not like those animals.

This is not us.

This is a dream!

It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you!

I can't die.

I can't die...

out here in the woods
like a dumb animal.

In the woods like a dumb animal!

Like a
- Like a dumb animal!

I can't- I can't- I can't
die out here in the woods...

like a dumb animal.

I can't... die!

I'm praying to you.

Look in your heart.

I'm praying to you.

Look in your heart. I'm praying to you.

Look in your heart.

I'm praying to you!

Look in your heart!

I'm praying to you! Look in your heart.

I'm praying to you!

Look in your heart! Look in your heart!

You can't kill me.

Look in your heart.

- Tommy- - Shut up.
You're dead. Get me?

I understand. I'm dead.

- God bless you.
- Shut up.

You have to disappear,
you have to below for good .

No one can see you. No one can know.

- God bless you.
- Go somewhere no one knows you.

Anyone sees you, you really are dead.
You're not my problem anymore.

Of course not.
You've done your share.

- Thank you. Don't worry.
- Shut up.

- I understand.
- Shut up.

- Thank you.
- Shut up.

Just get out of here
before I change my mind.

God bless you.

Put one in his brain?

- Yeah. Atta boy.

Mink? Tom Reagan.
Where you been?

Will you look?
Eddie, Dane's been looking for you.

- Bernie's dead.
- Jesus Christ!

Stop wailing and listen to me.
Caspar knows you were in on selling out his fix.

- Who the hell gave him that idea?
- Heh!

I guess I gave him that idea.

Sorry mate, We were chat,
I just slipped out.

What are you trying to do?

Shut up and let me talk.
You lay low till Caspar cools off.

Then you gonna tell him,
the Dane put you out too.

Tell him the Dane
was behind the sellout,

and I'll make Caspar go easy on you.

- You got me into this mess.
- That's right, I got you into this.

Just remember, Mink, I'm the
only one who can get you out.

Wait a minute, Tom.

Waah! Uuh!

Hello, Terry. Getting out the vote?

A message from Leo. Leo says if
you're smart you'll sit this one out,

not that he cares one way or the other.

Leo says if you're on the wrong side
you take your chances like anybody else.

Leo says he gives no
special favors, that's all.

Tell Leo he's not God on the throne.

He's just a cheap political boss
with more hair tonic than brains.

Uhh!

Did Leo say that as well?

No, I said that.

Cross Leo, next time I'll say plenty.

When you're right,you're right.

But you never say, "I told you so. "

So what am I right about?

Well, I'll tell you.

But first you gotta promise
not to say I told you so.

I never say that, and I
don't like people who do.

Mink was robbing me right
along with the shmatte.

What convinced you of that?

Mink took a powder. We can't find him.

The Dane, he's making excuses for him.

But personally, I think you was right.

I think that Mink and
Bernie was in it together.

I think Mink heard that you
bumped the shmatte and lit out.

Lousy son of a bitch.

- I told you so.
- What?

You got a lip on you. That's all right.

I don't generally care for
it, but that's all right.

You was a good sport
to bump the shmatte.

How do you know Mink skipped?

- Because the Dane can't find him.
- So he says.

- Meaning what exactly?
- Maybe nothing.

I didn't give it much thought, 'cause a
guy'll say anything when his number is up.

But, uh,just before I bumped Bernie,

he swore to me that Eddie Dane
and Mink were setting him up-

that they were the ones
who sold out your fix.

Well, uh-

Well, like you say, uh,
a guy'll say anything.

So why isn't Eddie Dane here?

Well, he don't care for you, kid.

Maybe it's only fair to tell you.

After you left us, he tried
to sell me on a double-cross.

He says to me, why don't we
double-cross you and give you the bump...

after we get the shmatte.

Well, I figure a dea"s a
deal. You're square with me.

You bump the shmatte, I hold up
my end. It's a question of ethics.

Everything above board so everybody
knows who's a friend, who's an enemy.

So the Dane doesn't like
you, but he wouldn't cross me.

We go back.

Of course there's always that wild
card when, uh, love is involved.

I know Mink is Eddie Dane's boy.

Still, I
- I don't make it that way.

- Then there's nothing to worry about.
- Yeah.

Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister!
Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister!

- Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister!
- Yeah. Just a minute.

- Of course, then, there's no
reason- Shut up! - Papa, Papa, I got-

You take a page out of this guy's book.

- A little less you talk,
a little more you think!

Kids. You gotta be firm.

Anyways, there's no reason
not to check things out.

If Mink is around, I want you to
find him. He can tell us what's what.

What's the matter? Somebody hit you?

What's the matter?
Aren't we friends anymore?

If you find him, I
wanna talk to him alone.

That's the way you get the
straight dope-man to man.

Just me, Mink... and my friend Roscoe.

You understand what I'm saying?

It ain't complicated.

You should leave town for a few days.
Things are gonna heat up around here.

Go to the Palisades. I'll
join you soon as I'm done.

I can't find Bernie. Did you find him?

Yeah.

Is he leaving?

He, uh
- He left.

- He say where to?
- He didn't say.

- You-
- Thanks.

- What's that potato-eater
up to? - Beats me.

- That's Bernie's sister, ain't it?
- Beats me.

- What's he seeing her
for? - Beats me. Maybe-

Shut up. Get lost.

I'll see where the twist flops.

You know who I am?

Yeah,Johnny Caspar's shadow.
What, did he stay in bed today?

Jesus. I open my mouth,
the whole world turns smart.

- You're Leo's twist, right?
- Me and Leo are through.

Yeah? So you're sluttin'
around with Tom now, huh?

You get outta here.

Okay. See you later.

Before I go, what's
your boyfriend up to?

- Nothing I know about.
- Yeah?

That doesn't figure for me-

you dumpin' Leo for the guy who
put a bullet in your brother.

He didn't tell you. Aww.

Spin her, Eddie.

Ooh!

- You Leo's?
- Yeah. He wanted her looked-out for.

Well,you did a bang-up job.
I'll be sure to tell him.

Where's Leo?

- If I tell you, how do
I know you won't kill me?

Because if you told me
and I killed you and you were lying,

I wouldn't get to kill you then.

- Where's Leo?
- He's moving around.

He's getting his mob together
tomorrow at Whiskey Nick's.

You sure?

Check it. It's gold.

You know what,yegg? I believe you.

Go ahead and run, sweetie.

I'll track down all of you whores.

Hello, Bernie. Come on in.
Make yourself at home.

Hello, Tom.

I thought I'd do that, since
you didn't seem to be in.

Figured it was a bad
idea to wait in the hall,

seeing as I'm supposed to be dead.

How'd you know it was me?

You're the only one I know
who'd knock and then break in.

Your other friends wouldn't break in?

My other friends want to kill
me, so they wouldn't knock.

What's on your mind. Bernie?

Things.

I guess you must be angry.
I'm supposed to be gone far away.

I guess it seems sort of
irresponsible, my being here.

And I was gonna leave. Honest, I was.

But then I started thinking...

if I stuck around,
that would not be good for you.

Then I started thinking that-

that might not be bad for me.

You didn't see the play you gave me.

I mean, what am I gonna do?

If I leave, I got nothing.

No money, no friends, nothing.

If I stay, I got you.

Anyone finds out I'm alive,
you're dead, so...

I got
- I got you, Tommy.

What's the matter?
You got nothing to crack wise about?

Bernie ain't so funny anymore?

I guess I made kind of a
fool of myself out there...

bawling away like a twist.

I guess-

I guess I turned yellow.

- You didn't tell anyone about that?
- No.

Of course, you know about it.

It's a painful memory...

and I can't help remembering
that you put the finger on me,

and you took me out there to whack me.

I know... you didn't. I know.

- You didn't shoot me, but- - But
what have I done for you lately?

Don't smart me.

See, I want to watch you squirm.

I want to see you sweat a little.

And when you smart me...

it ruins it.

There's one other thing I want.

I want to seeJohnny
Caspar cold and stiff.

That's what you'll do
for your friend Bernie.

In the meantime, I'll stay out of sight.

But if Caspar ain't stiff
in a couple of days...

I start eating in restaurants.

Oof!.

Uuh!

You make me laugh, Tommy.

You're gonna catch cold.
Then you're no good to me.

What were you gonna do if you caught me?

I'd just squirt a few, and
then you'd let me go again.

Hello, Tad. How's the club holding up?

We're managing to squeak by without you.

- Got Lazarre's money?
- No.

You're not supposed to be
here since you turned rat.

Relax, Tad. Leo isn't around, is he?

Last couple of days you booked any heavy
bets on a long shot at Saturday's fights?

Why the hell should I tell you?

The truth is, Tad, no reason on Earth.

Saturday's fights?

DropJohnson put two
grand on one yesterday-

on Sailor Reese, an undercard bum.

DropJohnson. He play your book much?

- Are you kidding? I didn't
even know he could count.

Jesus. You bring them with you?

Hello, Brian. Still
fighting the good fight?

Hello, Tom. Neither
rain nor wind nor snow.

That's the mailman. O'Doole here?

Hello, O'Doole. You don't look happy.

Look at this mess.

Guttin' the golden calf again. I
don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yeah, it's awful confusing. You
know a yegg named DropJohnson?

- We spanked him a couple of times.
- Where does he flop?

Terminal Hotel, Bay Street.

Jesus! Look, don't nobody ask me
since I'm just the chief around here,

but I'll tell you my opinion.

Caspar is just as crazy as Leo,
and an "eye-tie" into the bargain.

What's the matter, O'Doole?
Doesn't anything ever suit you?

Hop in, Tom. We been lookin'for you.

- I'm busy.
- Hop in anyway.

You can't hijack me, Tic-Tac.
We're on the same side now.

Or didn't you get that far in school?

How'd you get the fat lip?

- Old war wound. Acts up around morons.
- Very smart.

What were you doing at the club,
talking things over with Leo?

Don't think so hard, Eddie.
You might sprain something.

You are so goddamn smart.

Except you ain't.

I get you, smart guy.
I know what you are.

Straight as a corkscrew.

Mr. Inside Out-ski,

like some goddamn Bolshevik picking
up his orders from Yegg Central.

You think you're so goddamn smart.

You join upJohnny Caspar,

you bump Bernie Bernbaum.

Up is down. Black is white.

Well, I think you're half smart.

I think you were
straight with your frail,

I think you were queer
with Johnny Caspar...

and I think you'd sooner join a
ladies' league than gun a guy down.

Then I hear from these two geniuses they
never even saw this rub-out take place.

- Boss said to have him do it. He
didn't say nothing about- - Shut up!

Or maybe you still got too many teeth.

Everyone is so goddamn smart.

Well, we'll go out to
Miller's Crossing...

and we'll see who's smart.

You understand if we don't find a
stiff out here, we leave a fresh one.

Where are your friends
when you need 'em, huh?

Where's Leo now?

Hey, Tic-Tac!

You ever notice how the
snappy dialogue dries up...

once a guy starts
soiling his union suit?

Okay. There's nothing out here.

Think about this... smart guy.

It's hanky time.

Birds have been at him.

Jesus Christ.

Told you to put one in his
brain, not in his stinkin' face!

I told you, Dane. We heard two shots.

Hello, Drop.

How are the Katzenjammers?

Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?

Had any visitors?

Uhh, no.

Not ever, Drop?

Not lately.

Then you must be happy to see me.

So, uh...

you didn't see Bernie Bernbaum
before he was shown across.

Uh, no.

Seen him since?

One last question, Drop.

You got a lot of money
on tomorrow's fight.

That your bet, or, uh...
you placing it for a friend?

No, no, no, it's my bet.

I just have a good
feeling about that fight.

A good feeling, huh?

When did a feeling return to your head?
You've outgrown that one.

Must be all the thinking you been doing.

Tell Bernie something's come up,
he has to get in touch.

There'll be nothing
stirring till I talk to him.

All right, anyone left in there, come
on out grabbing air. You know the drill.

Aah!

Hello, Tom. Where you been hiding?

Hither and yon. Is the mayor in?

- He's with Mr. Caspar.
- That's who I'm looking for.

- Scare me up some gargle, will you?
- Sure. I'll announce you.

Don't bother. I'm well-liked.

I can't do it. I'll look
ridiculous. It simply isn't done.

- Assistants, maybe.
- For a mayor, you don't hear so hot.

I said head. Head of
the assessor's office.

- But there are two of them.
- I can count. Co-heads.

Johnny, needless to say, this office
will do anything in its power...

to assist you and your cousins.

We did it for Leo, of course,
on countless occasions.

We did it for Leo, of course,
on countless occasions.

Damn right. Had every potato-eater
from County Cork on the public tit.

But there's a way we do things,

hallowed by usage and
consecrated by time.

- When we put people on the pad when Leo was
running things- - Leo ain't runnin' things!

I ain't interested in ancient
history! I'm runnin'things now!

Nobody can appreciate it more than I.

I can give them jobs. I
can give them good jobs.

I can even give them jobs where
they won't have to perform any work,

where their lack of English will
be no impediment, but I can't-

What is this, the high hat?

Tom, can you explain it to him? I can
put them in public works, but I can't-

You can do whatever the
hell Caspar tells you.

I don't remember all this double
talk when Leo gave you an order.

- Tom. Jesus!
- Stop whimpering and do as you're told.

- You can start by gettin'out of here.
- Johnny, it's my office.

Get out of here! Take it on the
heel and toe before I whack you one!

You two beat it.

Yeah, go and keep the mayor company.

I'll take care of ya's later.

- Runnin' things
- it ain't all gravy.

- What's the fireworks?
- Knocking over one of Leo's clubs.

Son of a bitch won't go belly up.

I'm sorry, kid. I heard about
your little ride this morning.

Yeah, well, sorry don't fix things.

We could just as easily have missed
Bernie's corpse, and I'd be dead now.

I know, I know, but that don't
mean the Dane's up to anything.

So he hears a rumor that Bernie
ain't dead. These stories pop up.

Any stories about Bernie being
alive the Dane's made up himself.

You don't know that. It don't
make sense. Why would he?

There could be a damn good reason...

if you got a fixed fight coming up.

- Do you?
- Maybe.

Okay, yeah, sure. Tomorrow
night. The fix is in. What of it?

- The Dane know about it?
- Yeah.

Okay, I get it.

If the Dane's been selling you out
on these fights and means to again,

He's gonna have to have somebody
else to point the finger at.

Yeah, I get it.

With Bernie dead, there ain't a hell
of a lot of people he can point to.

Yeah, the Dane sells me out, makes
pretend Bernie's still doing it.

That's real pretty.

Bernie leaked the fix, and you
take the fall for not killing him.

But I don't know. Why would
Eddie cross me like that? Money?

Okay, everybody likes money,

but somehow it just don't seem like him.

- And I know the Dane.
- Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.

Money don't mean that much to him.

Then it's not just the money he's after.

- He's got a wart on his fanny.
- Huh?

A wart on his fanny
giving him the fidgets.

Maybe he's sick of sitting on the couch.

Maybe behind your desk don't
look like a bad place to move to.

Kid, you got a lip on you.

But you're honest.

That's something we can't get
enough of in this business.

I'll admit since last we jawed...

my stomach's been seizing up on me.

If the Dane's saying we
should double-cross you-

You double-cross once,
where's it all end?

An interesting ethical question.

I'll find the Dane, talk to him,
straighten things out.

- Sure, talk to him.
- Have a chat.

- I'll take care of it.
- Ask him if he's selling you out.

- I'm sure he'll come clean.
- I'll take care of it.

- You're swimmin' in it.
- I said I'd take care of it!

Johnny.

My chin's hanging out
right alongside yours.

I'd worry a lot less if I
thought you were worrying enough.

But I am, kid.

Christ.

Running things.

- Yeah?
- I got your message.

Oh, Bernie. I had a dream
about you the other day.

- Yeah? A nightmare?
- On the contrary. Very sweet.

I dreamt you were lying out at Miller's
Crossing with your face blown off.

You get a kick out of that?
- I was in stitches.

- It's Mink, isn't it?
- I came back. He wasn't happy to see me.

- Can you beat that?
- Some friend.

Yeah. You know what
a nervous boy he was.

I figured you're a friend, maybe
you could use some insurance.

Did Mink have a.22?

- He already ditched it. Why?
- After he shot Rug?

- Yeah. How'd you know?
- Doesn't matter.

Listen to me Bernie.
I've been thinking about our little deal.

- Let aside you can stick it in your ear.
- Huh?

I figure you don't
have anything on me that

I don't have on you, so
I'm calling your bluff.

- Wait a minute.
- I'm pulling out of here tomorrow morning.

Wait a minute.

The only thing you have to
decide whether or not I leave

behind a message for Caspar...
that you're still around.

If you want me to keep my mouth
shut, it's gonna cost you some dough.

I figure a thousand bucks
is reasonable, so I want two.

- In a pig's eye!
- I'm going out for a while.

- But I'll be back at 4:00 this morning.
-Wait a minute

If you're not here at my
place, 4:00, with the dough,

Caspar's gonna be
looking for you tomorrow.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait!

- Got any money?
- No.

Okay.

Third race tonight.

By the finish, Tailor Made
had a view of the field.

You oughta lay off the ponies, Tom.

Okay.

Lazarre said he's sorry about
this. It's just getting out of hand.

Yeah.

He likes you, Tom.

He said we didn't
have to break anything.

It's okay.

Tell him there's no hard feelings. Heh!

Christ, Tom... he knows that.

Take care now.

- Tom Reagan.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Caspar's in the great room.
- Swell. Can you hold these?

Kid, what's the rumpus?

I got news.

Yeah. News at this end too.

My stomach's been seizing up on me.

- Mink just told
me that he- - Eh?

- You talked to Mink?
- Yeah, on the phone.

The Dane wants you to think that he's
disappeared so you can't talk to him,

- but he's been here in town.
- You sure it was Mink?

Yeah. See for yourself. He's coming
to my place, 4:00 this morning.

He's afraid of a crossing with
Dane. He told me about the fix.

He says he'll sing for a couple of grand
skip money, tell us everyone involved.

But you'd better take
care of the Dane tonight.

Mink says he's coming after us tonight.

Leo's holed up at Whiskey Nick's dump.

What? How do you know?

That ain't all we know, smart guy.

Recognize your playmate?

You thought I'd quit, huh? Uh-uh.

I followed you this afternoon,

and I wondered why Einstein
would wanna talk to a gorilla.

So I grabbed the gorilla,
and I beat it out of him.

You give me a big guy every time.
They break easy. Not like you.

Is there a point, or are you just
brushing up on your small talk?

I like that. Cool under fire.

I'm impressed.

The gorilla didn't know whose stiff
we found, but I can fill that in.

You killed Mink, you son of a bitch!

It was Mink, you son of a bitch.

It was Mink, and by God,
I'll hear you say it.

Is this how you told Drop his story?

Come here, bum.

I am gonna send you
to a deep, dark place,

and I am gonna have fun doing it.

Oof!.

You son of a bitch! Son of a
bitch! You lousy son of a bitch!

If there's one thing I can't
stand, it's a double-cross artist!

I had a theory about
this son of a bitch!

Shut up, you lousy son of a bitch, or
I'll give you something to holler about!

Johnny, it's okay. The Dane made
him do it. It's not important.

Then make him shut it!

And we do the same to
Mink this very same night!

We can't double-cross Mink. He
wants to spill the whole setup.

- I've never let a son of a bitch walk.
- You've never crossed anyone.

4:00, my place. Mink's coming in on his
own hook, so I promised him the money.

Don't make me out to be a liar.

Look at this, kid.

Something I try to teach all my boys.

Always put one in the brain.

What's the rumpus?

I was just in the neighborhood
feeling a little daffy.

- What are you doing?
- Walking.

Don't let on more than you have to.

In the rain.

Bernie's dead, isn't he?

- What makes you think that?
- That's no answer.

I can't tell you anything yet.

No one really cares, do they?

- His friends didn't really like him.
- He didn't like his friends.

You're someone to talk.
You're a son of a bitch, Tom.

You got me to tell you where
he was, and then you killed him.

I want to know why.

- What was in it for you?
- Nothing for me.

Giving up Bernie was the only way I could
see to straighten things out for Leo.

I thought you said you
didn't care about Leo.

I said we were through.
It's not the same thing.

I don't understand. I don't care.

I don't care what reasons you
had or you thought you had.

He's still alive.

You expect me to believe you?

No.

That's you all over, Tom.

A lie and no heart.

Oh-

It isn't easy, is it, Verna?

But before you even think about
doing that, you gotta towel down.

So you towel down first with a
hot towel, as hot as you can stand.

Put the razor in cold water, not hot,

because metal does what in cold?

- I don't know,Johnny.
- That's why I'm telling you! It contracts.

That way you get a
first-class shave every time.

Okay,Johnny.

Ain't it the life though?

Hello, Sal. You can dangle.

Hello, Tom. You sure?
You don't look so hot.

I'm okay.

I'll drive him home.

Mr. Reagan, there were shots.

Go down to the drug
store and call the police.

You'd better stay there
till the officers arrive.

Will my cats be all right?

Yeah, they'll be fine.

I get it. You set me up.

Anything to avoid a little
dirty work yourself, huh?

How'd you know he'd get it
and not me? Or didn't you care?

I figured you'd come
early looking for blood.

He wouldn't, so you'd
likely have the drop on him.

You're right. The chump
never knew what hit him.

But if you knew I'd come to kill
you, how do you know I won't still?

There's nothing in it for you now.

With him dead, you and me
got nothing on each other.

- Let me have the gun.
- Why?

Pin this on the Dane.

Neither of us want him
walking around after this.

The cops'll be Leo's now. They won't
care what they hang the Dane for.

I guess that's true,

if you don't mind keeping the
gun that killed Caspar and Mink.

Why did Mink shoot Rug anyway?

I don't know. It was just a mix-up.

Here.

- So you're gonna say the Dane did this?
- Sure.

Mink thought Rug was tailing him.

You know Mink. Hysterical. Skin
full of hop, head full of boogeymen.

Comes home crying one day, saying he
had to pop one of the Dane's spies.

Rug was tailing Verna, not Mink.
Mink just happened to be with her.

Funny, ain't it?

Mink was terrified the Dane'd find out
me and him were jungled up together.

I bet you kept him worried about
that to keep him under your thumb.

Yeah, so what? Scratch, huh?

A little bonus.

- Why did Mink take Rug's hair?
- Beats me. The kid was dizzy.

Fifty-fifty on the dough? Or maybe I
should get more, since I did the deed.

Okay, you keep it. I
want you to have it.

Bernie... we can't pin this on the Dane.

Uhm, why not?

Because the Dane's already
dead halfway across town.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Eddie Dane is dead.

It's gotta be you.

I mean, it was your gun.

What is this? What the
hell are you talking about?

You-

You took my gun. It's just
your word against mine.

Not necessarily.

Are you crazy?

We're square. You said it yourself.
We got nothing on each other.

Yep.

So what's in it for
you? There's no angle.

You can't just shoot me like that.

Jesus Christ, it don't make sense.

Tommy-

Tommy!

Look in your heart.

- Look in your heart.
- What heart?

Tad? It's Tom.

Tell Lazarre I got his money.

Yeah, all of it.

I wanna place a bet on tonight's fight.

- They set you up downstairs?
- How's that?

A little hooch, whatever?

Thanks for coming, Tom.
Leo's real anxious to see you.

Yeah, I happened to be near.

Well, uh, actually this
might not be the best time.

- Who's he got in there?
- O'Doole and the mayor.

- I'll try again.
- They're planting the sheeny tomorrow.

You could stop by.

- Big turnout.
- Drop dead.

She's under a lot of strain.

- Yeah, well, at least
she didn't hit me.

Glad you came, Tommy.

- I guess, uh- Huh? -
She's taking the car.

- I guess we're walkin'.
- Guess we are.

We're, uh
- We're getting married.

Congratulations.

Funny thing is, she
asked me to tie the knot

I guess you're
not supposed to say that.

- It doesn't matter. Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Hell, Tom, why didn't you
tell me what you were up to?

I thought you'd really gone over.

Not that I didn't deserve
it, but you could've told me.

Telling you would only
have queered things if it-

There just wasn't any point.

I can see that.

It was a smart play all around.

I guess you know I'm grateful.

No need.

Heh! I guess you picked
that fight with me...

just to check yourself in with Caspar.

I don't know. Do you always
know why you do things, Leo?

Sure I do.

- It was a smart play.
- Fine.

Jesus, Tom, I'd do anything
if you'd work for me again.

I know I've made some bonehead
plays, I know I can be pigheaded,

but, damn it, so can you.

I need you. Things can
be the way they were.

I know it. I just know it.

As for you and Verna,
well, I understand.

You're both young.

Damn it, Tom, I forgive you.

I didn't ask for that,
and I don't want it.

Good-bye, Leo.

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