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Count the money carefully.

Otherwise, in and out.

Let's go.

No, Vinnie, you stay here with me.

Why?

Why? We don't go nowhere, huh?

Those Irish punks, they kiss our ass.

I'm gonna go crazy just waiting.

Go crazy.

Shit. Go! Go on! What are you waiting for?

Close the door behind you. It's freezing.

I don't see why I can't go.

- Game time, Frankie. - No shit.

Where's it going down, Terry?

Back room at Charlie's Pub.

Frankie, you take the back.

Dylan, you're with me.

Hey, talk to me when you get inside, huh?

You got it, Frankie.

This is gonna be fun.

Hey, if something happens, Dylan, you know I love you.

Fuck you, Terry.

Such a heart breaker.

Oh, Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes are--

What the hell are you doing?

I'm singing.

Shut the fuck up and go back inside.

Hey, I know you.

Johnny Flanagan, St. Mary's.

Yeah, I remember.

You're that little asshole.

Yeah, that's me. All grown up.

Turn your ass around before I fuck you up!

You two must have been really tight.

Is DiMarco afraid to deal with us face to face?

Mr. DiMarco can't be bothered...

fucking around with you potato heads.

He must be losing his mind...

to trust you with $3 million in cash.

Talk to me, Frankie.

Hey, yo, yo, it's freezing out here!

Let's do this thing!

Stupid fucking punk!

Hey, police!

You all right?

Yeah, where's Frankie?

Frankie!

Dylan!

Shit!

He fucked up my jacket, man!

I'll buy you a new one.

Don't you fucking move.

Get out of the way!

Stay back! Stay inside!

Get up!

You and me are gonna have a little talk!

One of DiMarco's guys got away.

Get against the car.

Get the car open! Get the car open!

He's been in there an hour, for God's sake!

Hey, look, Sam... relax.

Leave the man alone.

Tony, quit dick in' me around. I know you work for DiMarco.

I know everything about that operation.

I need to hear you say it!

OK. Let's see what flying through a window does...

to the human body.

Broken ribs, broken nose...

multiple contusions, sprained ankle.

Oh, sprained ankle.

Fuck you. I know my rights.

Let me tell you something.

I've wasted the last three years of my life on DiMarco.

I'm tired of watching him walk in and out of courtrooms...

in his $2000 suits and silk ties.

You start answering my questions...

or I'm gonna shove these broken ribs...

right through your fucking lungs!

What?

I couldn't hear that last part.

You weren't supposed to.

Oh. OK.

What's it going to be, Tony?

What's it going to be, Tony?

DiMarco set up the whole thing.

I was just doing what I was told.

- Good. You hear that, Lucas? - Yeah.

And you're gonna swear to this in court, right? Right?

Yes! Yes!

Good.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Where's McCain?

Hey, captain.

Let's cut the shit. Where is he?

He's just-- he's finishing up.

Hey, captain. Got a confession.

Oh, listen, when I was asking him questions...

he got a little upset having to relive everything.

Twisted his body. Hurt himself a bit.

Check it out.

What did you see?

I was looking down on...

I'm always looking down.

What are you, crippled? Move!

Sit.

Want some wine?

Did you eat?

OK. What happened to the money?

It all happened so fast.

Three fucking crazy cops and those goddamn Irish punks...

and everybody trying to kill each other.

Mr. DiMarco, I'm real sorry.

That would sound a lot better on your knees!

Vinnie.

You know, we're talking about $3 million dollars in cash.

You realize that?

Mr. DiMarco, you know I would never steal from you.

Of course. Of course.

Come here.

Get him out of here!

I want my money!

Find me those cops.

The court finds that the statements...

incriminating Mr. DiMarco are inadmissible as evidence...

and cannot be used in the criminal proceeding...

brought by the state.

These statements were obtained...

through the use of excessive force.

Case dismissed.

We'll get him next time, Terry, huh?

Let's get out of here.

I'm sick of your goddamn antics.

This hearing was a joke, sir.

Save it. You're out of control, Terry.

This isn't the first conviction we've lost...

because of your short fuse.

Now, personally, I could give a rat's ass...

about how you treat the DiMarcos of the world...

but when you make me look bad, we got a problem.

You understand?

You've gotta cool out.

Terry!

Terry!

Hold on, Terry!

Hey, listen to me.

Fuck Devlin.

Even though DiMarco walked, we almost nailed him!

That's the third time he beat me, Dylan.

- The third time. - Yeah, well, he beat me, too...

but you don't see me getting crazy about it.

Look at him.

Excessive force.

What the hell was that?

I thought you said everything above the belt.

I saw the opportunity. I couldn't help myself.

You want to play, Frankie?

Come on. We'll play.

Let me help you up, Frankie.

Get out of here.

Dirty but sweet!

Misplaced Melancholies.

Man, this filly will be smiling at me.

Hey, homeboy...

why don't you come to the races with me on Saturday?

You haven't done nothing...

since you and your lady have called it.

We didn't call nothing, Frankie.

We just needed some space, that's all.

Space.

Homeboy, you need to get laid.

Hey, how about it, man?

Why don't you come out to some clubs with me tonight?

See what kind of women you can attract hanging out with me.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, Frankie, you know what I hate about Anna?

What?

She knows I ain't never gonna find another woman like her.

Man, you gotta do something about your ties, Frankie.

You're a sick man, McCain.

I'm not the one doing a jig in the middle of the night.

How are your hands?

They're all right.

I've been telling you. Shake up your life.

Do something crazy with it. Play music for a living.

Are you saying what I do now is not crazy enough?

It's getting kind of old, isn't it?

Laying awake at night...

worrying about a piece of crap like DiMarco?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose so, Jake.

Hey, did Anna call by any chance?

I thought you said your birthday didn't mean that much to you.

Yeah, but it did to her.

Oh, well.

I'm going up to my room, Jake.

Look at this, Vin.

A thousand dollar gate with a $20 lock.

Are we still going out?

Yeah. Let's go wake up McCain and show him...

not everyone in the world forgot his birthday.

Hey, kitty.

Just a second.

This is a great song.

How are you doing?

Yeah, you have a new home.

Do it.

Get him out of here.

Dylan?

What a waste.

This is Dylan.

If you can deal with that, leave a message.

Dylan, where the hell are you?

Are you dogging me on my birthday?

Are you doing what I think you're doing?

I know he's got you smiling, Lisa.

All right, call me.

Get my stick, OK?

Yeah, boss.

OK, Detective Riley, where's my money?

There was no money.

Only three guys left that room.

You, Frank Hawkins and Terry McCain.

I'm telling you, it wasn't there.

All I want is a little honesty, huh?

No, listen...

I swear to God.

I swear to God I'm gonna get my three million bucks back.

- Where's my money? - don't know.

OK. The legs.

- Can I do him? - Go ahead.

One or both?

Both.

Guys, how can I tell you when I don't fucking know?!

Sit still!

What fucking money?

I hate all you Irish pricks.

Last chance, detective.

Fuck you.

OK, your mother's waiting up.

You know how she gets.

Terry, it's Lisa, man.

Dylan's girlfriend. Somebody popped her.

Oh, Jesus.

Old lady found her about an hour ago.

- Saw the busted door. - Where's Dylan?

Nobody knows. Any ideas?

If I did, I wouldn't be standing here.

Terry.

That's his gun.

He wouldn't go down and pick up a newspaper without his gun.

Maybe Dylan had made himself some serious enemies.

What does that mean?

Come here. Let me talk to you for a minute.

Hey, Terry, take it easy now.

Word has it DiMarco lost $3 million on your last bust.

Bullshit. Bullshit on both accounts.

Which are exactly?

One of DiMarco's guys got away from us that night.

You know the fucker had the good sense...

to take the money with him!

Secondly, Dylan, God!

Dylan was the cleanest man I knew!

Was?

Dylan's dead.

We both know it.

DiMarco's been an obsession of yours for years.

I kept telling you, keep it in check.

I just said keep it in check.

Well, you become chief in less than a week.

You don't have to deal with my ass day-to-day--

Chief or no chief, I'm making this my priority.

Let's just say DiMarco's guy got the $3 million...

and convinced DiMarco he didn't have it.

That means he thinks one of us took it.

What it means is he's gonna be coming after you next.

Or Frankie.

You guys stick together, understand?

Terry! Think this was for you.

What do you want me to do with it?

Come here, little guy.

These assholes think they're funny...

dumping the body in the garbage like that.

No!

Hey, man, this is a private club.

This won't take long.

You fucking deaf here?

Who the hell are you?

Get out of my way.

I'm looking for Vinnie DiMarco.

Obviously, he's not here.

Where is he?

Where is he?

I don't know, man.

I'm going to ask you all one at a time.

Now, I'm not leaving here till I get an answer.

That's one. What about you?

He said he was going out.

Where?

Metro. That's where he hangs.

You better hope he's still hanging when I get there.

Get that son of a bitch.

Get off of me!

Come on, Vinnie.

Regards to the old man.

Have a nice night.

How did you get in here?

I had a set made.

Don't trust a cop.

Oh, that's right, Yvonne.

We're all dirty scum-sucking pigs...

out to make your life miserable.

I think it's time for me to go.

I'm sorry.

I'll see you Friday at the photo shoot.

You don't just storm in here after three months...

like it's still your home!

What are you doing out running at night?

It's a fucked up city.

I would have assumed by now you would have cleaned it up.

You need two guns now?

That's right.

One I shoot the fucker with...

the other one takes on any fuckers who are coming at me...

while I put a few more shots into the first fucker...

to make sure he's dead!

You're drunk.

I didn't expect it to be a secret.

He wasn't living here when I left.

Oh, shit. I forgot to feed it.

And it's a she.

So, you just break into my house, get drunk...

and feed your cat?

This does not constitute a break-in.

Just take your cat and get out!

She was a present from Dylan for my birthday.

He's dead.

They dumped his body in a junkyard for a joke.

Before they blew his head off...

they smashed his knees.

His knees, for Christ's sake.

Get me some napkins.

Would you like a cookie?

It's just not good for him.

Yeah.

You know what I'm saying?

You try to resist.

Yeah.

Thanks, Father.

Anytime, Terry.

What was that about?

You.

He thinks you're going to blow away DiMarco.

I told him I'd cover your ass when you did it.

You know, man, we had one thing going for us.

Now, these punks, they think twice about killing a cop...

because they know it brings down serious misery.

That's gone to shit now!

When a DiMarco feels that the cops ripped him off...

it grows him a new set of guts.

So, I said to Devlin--

"You really gonna come after us if we kill this bastard?"

What did he say?

Nothing.

Nothing, which to my mind is giving it a silent blessing...

as pissed as he may be to give it.

Hey, man, swing by my apartment, will you?

I've got to get out of these clothes.

Hey, man, why don't you grab us a couple of beers.

I gotta get out of this. We'll swing over to your place.

You want a sandwich or something?

No, we're drinking, not eating. I'll be right down.

Frankie!

Come on, let's go!

Yo, Frankie!

All right, watch it. Watch the hose.

Coming through, fellas. Easy.

All right, guys, set him down here.

You're not gonna like what you see, captain.

Ready?

How are you doing?

You know what, Devlin?

You and me are a lot alike.

What are you trying to say, McCain?

There were plenty of times you've looked the other way.

Plenty!

You're right. We are a lot alike.

You do what you have to do.

Terry?

Remember, none of this conversation happened.

OK, clean up this shit, OK?

Get some coffee.

Hey, Tommy!

Piece of shit!

Where is he?

You look good wrapped in garbage.

Go get him.

Don't you move.

Let's not do anything irrational here.

Come on. I'm right here.

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want to see the tough guy!

I want to see the guy who smashes knees...

shoots people in the face!

Come on. I want to see him!

I'm not gonna fight you.

Get up.

Get up!

Please.

Please. Make sure it stops right here.

Shut up!

Don't kill me.

Die with a little dignity.

You keep the money, OK. Keep the money.

Just don't kill me.

Jesus.

You're pathetic.

I thought we'd drop by for a visit.

I don't have any milk for the cat.

She's fine. How about you?

I heard about Frankie.

What's happening, Terry?

You want to talk about it?

Kids grow up in this city...

knowing things are rigged and fixed.

It's just a given.

I don't know. I I guess I grew up weird.

I wasn't going to accept that shit.

I I went to kill DiMarco last night.

And?

He wasn't home.

Terry.

What?

He was pathetic.

He was so pathetic, I couldn't do it.

You bring your enemies to their knees.

They're not supposed to jump down there on their own.

Let's get the hell out of here...

take a vacation. What do you say?

Just like that?

I haven't seen you in three months.

Now you want to go away together?

Sure. Why not?

OK, but it's gotta be someplace real warm...

and someplace really expensive...

like the Caribbean, St. Bart's, or something.

Terry?

Excuse me.

Oh, no.

Somebody killed DiMarco.

What? Terry!

Would you like a drink, Mr. Devlin?

Lime and soda.

Sit down.

You are out of your fucking mind.

I called your office three times.

You know, half the D.A.'s office is sitting directly behind you.

I didn't kill DiMarco.

Can I get you a drink?

No.

You ready to order now?

No. I'll call you.

What do you mean, you didn't kill him?

I got two witnesses.

Same guys you kicked the shit out of, remember?

I was there, but I didn't kill him.

Don't fucking lie to me, Terry.

I told you I'd protect you. Don't lie to me.

Have I ever lied to you? Have I?

Look, I'm innocent.

Then we haven't got a problem.

I need a couple of days on my own...

to find out what the hell's going on.

Get your ass out of here before I have to arrest it.

Thank you.

A suspect has been named in connection with the murder...

of reputed mob boss Salvatore DiMarco.

The suspect, Chicago police officer Terrance McCain...

is a member of the tactical narcotics unit...

which spearheaded last week's $3 million cocaine bust...

on the south side.

McCain! Get your butt down here!

Terrance McCain has been romantically linked...

to high-fashion model...

They're talking about you on the radio.

What?

You've been named as a suspect in DiMarco's murder.

Terrance McCain...

linked with high-fashion model Anna Gilmour?

Give me the phone.

They're gonna get her killed.

Come on, baby. Pick up.

It's her machine.

Scaring the shit out of someone is not the way to protect them.

Believe me, I'll never do it again.

You should be proud of me.

I remembered everything you taught me.

I don't remember teaching you anything...

about punching me in the mouth.

Relax. My agent is sending me photos.

Wait a minute. Get away from the door.

I won't open it. I'll just look.

It is the messenger guy.

Hi, come in.

You'll have to sign right here.

At the bottom?

Terrance!

What is your jaw made of?

Who was he?

A two-bit fucking gangster DiMarco hired.

DiMarco's dead.

His son. He came after you to get at me.

I have to get you out of here for a few days.

Are you all right?

It's amazing.

All that's been going on and we end up back here.

We had some good times in this house.

Sneaking down to hide Christmas presents...

making love under the tree.

Yeah.

Making love was the only way we related, Terry.

A damn good way to relate.

Yeah, a good bust over a good fuck any day, right?

I was being an asshole when I said that.

It's a shame I didn't know that at the time.

It had gotten out of hand.

I was thinking about you all the time.

I was thinking about you before I went in on a bust.

So I made you feel less like a tough guy?

It's the first thing in my life...

that I didn't have the balls for.

Until now.

It's just you and me.

Hello. Hold on.

Phone for you.

Yeah?

What the fuck are you doing to me, huh?

I thought you were gonna buy me some time.

DiMarco had friends in the media.

His son knew who to call.

This is Chicago, for Christ's sake.

Where are you?

Look, not on the phone.

Then how the hell are we gonna talk, McCain?

- Just tell me where to meet you. - don't know.

Oh, Christ.

What about the train repair shop on Wilson...

the north end parking lot?

Yeah. What time?

10:00. I gotta go.

Something wrong, honey?

When isn't something wrong?

I gotta go back into the city. I'll be gone a couple of hours.

That's all.

Wait a minute. Come here.

I want you to feel something.

Oh, Terry.

I want you to feel it.

Terry, that boy can see us.

I want you to take it out... slow.

Terry.

Goon, do it.

Good girl.

Now, when I get home tonight...

I'm gonna teach you how to shoot it.

Oh, damn.

Shit.

That way.

Game time, buddy.

Give it up.

Fuck you!

Oh, that's original.

Who sent you?

There's enough juice in this thing to move an entire train.

Now, who sent you?

Yeah?

I heard.

It was as much your idea as it was mine.

Relax, I'll take care of it.

All I need to do is find him.

Really?

And nobody else knows about this place?

Good. Good. Yeah.

Well, that's why you come to me.

It's about time you paid your respects.

Respects, Vinnie? No. This is Chicago.

Everybody's got something crooked in their family tree.

Every Irishman who's a cop has some uncle that's a hood...

that did some favor for some Italian.

What I'm telling you is...

any business between your father and me...

was as a typical part of this city...

as the Cubs to Wrigley Field.

All right, all right.

That's enough! Tommy!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's about an hour out.

Hey, don't underestimate this guy.

Like the three specialists did?

Three specialists you brought in?

The ones they pulled out of the train yard?

Just a small town we're living in.

Your glory days are over, Vinnie.

What's left of Little Italy?

See what you did? You know what's left?

One city block.

Don't even dream alone at night of fucking with me.

How's it going, Sam?

Terry, what the hell are you doing?

Devlin's got every cop in the city out after you.

Shoot to kill, is that the order?

My God. You're bleeding!

Devlin set me up. Why?

Did he kill DiMarco? Is that what it is?

Come on, Sam. I'm asking as a friend.

Come on, Sam.

All I know is DiMarco and Devlin go way back.

Back to when Devlin was working the streets.

He was on the take?

A lot of us were back then.

But it was a long time ago.

If he was still involved with DiMarco...

I swear to God, I don't know.

Of course he was, Sam.

That's why he wanted DiMarco dead.

He was becoming chief of police.

He had to get the scum off the bottom of his shoes!

I did everything he wanted me to but pull the trigger.

And now, I'm the one loose end.

You gotta go over his head, Terry.

You gotta find somebody you can trust!

I trust nobody.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hold still.

Let me do that.

Thank you.

It is time that the people of this city stop accepting...

that there will always be corruption in Chicago.

I don't accept it.

And now that I'm chief of police...

what I accept or don't accept becomes a reality.

There have always been members of this department...

and, yes, if you look in the news right now...

there still are members of this department...

who create violence.

It is true that the use of excessive force...

has been tolerated.

It has been tacitly condoned and until now undisciplined.

To even begin to deal with this problem...

we have to get to the core.

Wake up. Wake up. Get up.

And the core of the problem is fundamentally...

a question of supervision, management, and leadership.

Shit. Where's the gun I gave you?

Downstairs.

Stay here.

Terry!

Don't stop.

Get in. Hurry up!

Don't move till I come get you, you hear me?

Here. Take that.

What do you know? You're a natural.

What?

What? What? Come on!

Son of a bitch!

Mario!

What are you fucking looking at?

Go find him!

Hey, Nicky.

Nicky!

It's all right. Come here.

What about me standing here in one piece...

scares the shit out of you, Jake?

What are you talking about?

I turn around, and out of nowhere...

you're standing there in the dark.

Vinnie DiMarco and his boys...

paid me a little visit this morning out in the country.

Only three people knew about Anna's farmhouse.

Dylan, Frankie...

and you, Jake. Nobody else.

Not Devlin, nobody.

That you could be even thinking what you're thinking--

Dylan and Frankie are dead.

Aw, man.

Tell me, Jake.

You and Devlin got something going?

Is that what it is?

Fuck you!

Tear the place up!

Go on!

Do yourself a favor, man. Don't bust up the piano...

'cause then you won't have anything to play your music on.

When you think you got a problem with somebody...

that's when you feel like you're at your best.

You know that game. You're an artist at it.

That's what you've been refining in yourself.

Look where it's got you. This ain't your town!

Or Devlin's! Or Vinnie DiMarco's!

There were people here before you Irish and Italians!

Now, if you're not gonna bully me up, McCain...

then, please, get the fuck out of my club!

Hey. You're late.

Checkout time is 1:00, huh?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Misplaced Melancholies, all right? To win.

Get the fuck out.

I love you. Get the fuck out.

Here's a birth certificate for the newly born...

passport, and one-way ticket.

Now, this is very interesting, you know...

but I won't be working for a living next time around.

So, where's my fucking money?

The money's safely hidden, Frankie.

Don't sweat it, but we got a problem.

DiMarco's kid screwed up.

McCain is still out there.

Now you got a problem.

Yeah. Yeah, you do.

Now, you got a lot of guys on the force...

who'll do any shit for you, man.

You even got me a dead body to blow up, huh?

Not now.

Not now that I'm police chief.

You'll have to kill your friend.

You're dead...

so it's not exactly gonna screw up your life, is it?

I can't go after McCain.

Don't be so afraid of him, Frankie.

Listen, you'll have the jump on him.

It'll take him a few seconds to realize he's not seeing a ghost.

I'm not afraid of him, man. I'm not afraid of anybody.

I just don't wipe out my friends.

Yeah, well, unfortunately, McCain did the unexpected...

and didn't blow DiMarco's head off, did he?

I would have bet money on it, man.

I would have bet everything...

that we would have taken out DiMarco.

You did bet, and you lost. You lost half of $3 million.

Hey, don't fuck with me, Devlin!

You can win it back.

You know him better than anybody.

You'll find him easy.

So, you take him out and you take him out fast.

Because if I go down, you're gonna go down with me.

Do the right thing.

"Misplaced Melancholies."

Frankie.

Hey, it's me. Leave a message.

Terry, I'm at Yvonne's loft.

We're gonna go ahead with the photo shoot tonight.

I'm worried about you. Call me soon as you can.

I love you.

Jake.

Jake. Hell, man.

You know, I didn't think anybody was here.

It's good to see you, buddy.

You know, I was supposed to meet McCain...

but I couldn't remember the chick's address.

You look pretty good for a dead man, Frankie.

Trust me, it's a long story.

Give me that.

We'll fill you in on it later, all right?

Now the piece.

Let's go downstairs.

Sure. Sure.

Let's call the police, Frankie.

Sit down.

Shit! Shit!

Fuck!

Jake!

Jake, Jesus.

Jake.

Oh, here. Come on. Hold it. Hold that.

Give me your hand. Push on that.

This is Detective McCain.

I need an ambulance at the Deja Vu Jazz Club.

1125 Bleeker. A man's been shot.

Here, now, keep this against it.

Frankie.

I know. I know.

Listen, you gotta hang in there, man.

- You're gonna be all right. - You gotta go.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here.

He's after Anna.

Yeah, well, Anna ain't home to worry about it.

Yvonne...

Go on. Go on.

Sam! Hold it! Hold it!

Frankie Hawkins is alive.

Relax. Don't exert yourself.

I'm telling you the truth. McCain went after him.

He's gonna need some backup. Now get your asses over there.

Get him outta here.

Devlin...

Yeah.

What did he say?

He mentioned you, Raymond.

Where was he shot, in the brain?

He's in shock.

Go to the hospital. Keep him quiet.

What do you mean?

I didn't mean put a bullet in him, lieutenant.

Seal the room off.

Make sure no one goes in until he comes out of it.

Yvonne, take a look at the lighting.

Terry, is everything OK?

I didn't know you were coming.

Get everybody out right now.

I want you to take everybody out of here.

Go out the back door. Just do it right now.

OK.

Yvonne, come on. Let's do what he says.

Smile, Terry.

You're not gonna shoot me in the back, Frankie.

You don't know that.

The grave changes a man.

I'm betting you're the same man.

You won't shoot me in the face, either.

Don't gamble, all right? That's my thing!

You may not be so good at it.

Drop the gun, Terry!

Don't fuck with me! Man, drop the gun.

OK.

Here it is, OK?

Come on, partner.

Drop the other one.

Now, just take it easy, Frankie.

Take it easy?

You didn't kill DiMarco, man.

Goddamn it, you didn't kill him!

So you did.

What was I gonna do, man?

Sit around and wait for him to do to me what he did to Dylan?

You took his money, Frankie.

I tripped over it.

I I got knocked on my ass by $3 million in cold, hard cash.

I figured, what the hell, man, roll with it!

God. That was so fucking stupid.

You keep talking like that, all right?

You make it easy, man.

Think about all the blow you're gonna have to buy...

with that money just to deal with what happened to Dylan.

Think about that, Frankie.

Don't say stuff like that, man.

Where are you gonna aim, Frankie?

Right between the eyes?

Fuck you, man!

Get up! Get up!

OK, OK. That's enough, Terry.

That's enough.

Hey, captain, look...

hey, man, it's over, all right? It's over!

Not likely.

Captain.

Captain!

Hold it, captain.

Son of a bitch! He's up the fire escape.

Take the stairs, Sam.

You didn't think I'd run off...

without saying good-bye, did you, Terry?

You set me up.

You fucked with me! You fucked with Frankie!

Frankie came to me with the money!

Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with?

You asleep?

Of course, he's asleep.

Hey. You asleep?

I'm not asleep...

anymore.

I knew it.

Hey. Look who wanted to come see you.

Hey, there.

You miss me?

She sure did.

Is it broken?

Yeah.

Good.

What do you mean, good?

I thought you wanted me to play music for a living.

Your left hand sucks. It could use the practice.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks a lot.

What happened to the $3 million?

They didn't say anything about it in the paper.