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(wind whistling)

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- Hi.

What's the preliminary?

- Looks like a hot shot.

Somebody's been unloading a lot of bad stuff on

the street, uncut.

She's the third OD we've had in there this week.

- Keep me informed, will you?

(tires screeching)

(sign thudding)

(horns honking)

(tires screeching)

(horns honking)

(tires screeching)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Leave me alone, Lieutenant.

- I asked you a question.

- Hey, I'm not kidding.

Just back off, huh?

What's your name, Durant?

Durant, I'm gonna overlook it this time,

but you cool down or I'm gonna put you

right through that goddamn windshield.

What's going on?

- That girl back there,

hey, man, that was my old lady.

I was gonna marry her.

- Let's get some coffee.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(light pop music)

Two coffees, please.

- Hey, you saw what they did to her.

They turned her into a hype.

And now they turned her into a--

- Calm down.

- I've been up in the hills,

keeping an eye on things, off duty.

I know when he comes and when he goes,

what windows he sits behind when he's home.

- Who are you talking about?

- Joe Bomposa.

Hey, you know what's going on around here.

Dope's just--

They're into everything.

Bomposa is trying to make this state gangland headquarters,

and he's doing it.

- There are three different agencies

doing their best trying to nail him.

- Well, that's not enough, Lieutenant,

not enough, not this time.

I never thought I'd say this,

but with this scum, you gotta take the law

in your own hands.

You don't just book these guys.

You kill 'em.

- I don't like what I'm hearing from you.

Now back off.

Let the department handle it, will you?

- The department?

Sure.

How's the department gonna handle this guy,

with all his money and connections and lawyers?

Not even the feds can bring that son of a bitch down.

I'm gonna do it myself.

- What the hell is the matter with you?

Just saying that to me, you're running into

a conspiracy charge.

- Well, the way I look at it,

I'm just sitting here having a cup of coffee,

talking to myself.

- Listen, I'm gonna give you a piece of advice,

and I won't be saying it again.

If anything happens to Joe Bomposa,

I'm coming straight after you.

Durant.

Come on, give me your word you'll cool down, huh?

(car exploding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Woman Over PA] Dr. Norton, please call nurses' station.

- Oh, Doctor, the nurse tells me he's still alive.

Can I see him?

- There's no point.

He hasn't come out of it yet.

We've got him in intensive care.

- How bad is he?

- [Doctor] He may not make it.

If he does, it'll be without legs and arms.

- Oh, Jesus.

- [Woman Over PA] X-Ray one.

Dr. Norton, please call nurses' station 411.

- Check the license.

VKT-981.

Report on 10.

(police radio chattering)

- 10-4.

It's a government car, Lieutenant.

- Okay, wait right here.

All right, what's on your mind?

(chuckling)

- Hey, that's pretty good, Lieutenant.

That's pretty damn good.

You know, you don't miss much, do you?

- Not all that trusting, are you, Lieutenant?

- Give me a reason to.

- We were told the kid in there

is gonna be a basket case, if he makes it at all.

- And we figured you might intend to do something

about it, you know?

- Wow, that's pretty good work.

- You'd just be spinning your wheels.

Bomposa's been in Tucson all week,

donating funds for a new wing on a university.

- Yeah, he's there with his chief counselor, Lieutenant.

- Whoever wired that patrolman's car is probably

an out-of-state guy.

Now he's either home watering his geraniums

or he's swimming in a cement bikini.

Either way, he's out of the ballpark

as far as you're concerned.

- Anything else?

- Yeah.

We want to show you a movie.

(projector whirring)

- [Man] Miss Pruit, what exactly is your relationship

to Joseph Bomposa?

You work for him, don't you?

- No, sir.

- Do you live with him?

- Well, I think that's a very personal thing

to ask somebody on television.

- [Lawyer] I don't think you have to answer it.

- [Jackie] Do I have to answer that, Senator?

- Yes, Miss Pruitt.

Miss Pruitt, do you live with him?

- Well, it's not exactly like that.

(laughing)

I mean, I have my own bedroom.

Mr. Bomposa is like a father to me,

so to speak.

- [Senator] Are you not in fact

what is known as a bag woman?

- [Jackie] What's that?

- [Senator] Did you not carry money for Mr. Bomposa

from Nevada to Miami on two separate occasions?

And were you not present at a meeting

between Mr. Bomposa and seven well-known

leaders of organized crime in New York in 1974?

- [Jackie] Oh, no.

I don't know anything about Joe's business,

and I don't want to know.

- You're required to answer my questions, Miss Pruitt.

- [Jackie] Don't I have the usual rights?

- We can hold you in contempt, Miss Pruitt.

- Hey, now wait a minute.

I got no contempt for the US Senate.

I even voted for you, Senator.

- [Senator] Then I ask you again, Miss Pruitt,

why did he pay your rent, your trips, buy your clothes?

- Because I'm the best la-dy in town.

- Well, that's just the kind of broad you'd expect

Bomposa to have.

- What's the FBI have in mind?

- I talked to your chief.

He thinks you ought to take a few days' sick leave.

- What for?

- You want Bomposa, don't you, Charlie?

- Yeah, I want Bomposa, and I won't get him

by taking sick leaves.

- Well, there's a way.

- She can help us all get him, Charlie.

We've been looking for her ever since she ducked out

after that hearing.

Two days ago we located her.

- Well, then what's the problem?

Pick her up.

- We can't.

She's in Switzerland.

- The FBI has the manpower.

Go in and get her.

- The word that we got is, the other big guys,

well, they weren't too entertained by her performance.

They figure that she's a dumb broad,

but, well, she's gotten to know too much about the way

they operate.

- They think she's a possible danger,

and so do we.

- Bomposa gave her a reprieve by putting her on ice

over there in Switzerland.

There's an old-time hood with her

and two Sicilian goons to watch her,

the only way that he could keep her alive.

- Well, now let me rephrase the question.

What the hell is the problem?

Go in and get her.

- The FBI can't operate legally outside of

the United States.

It's...

- Oh, now we come down to it.

You need a volunteer.

- Right.

If you get in trouble, you're just a Phoenix cop

that nobody knows anything about.

- This way we can wrap up the whole enchilada, you know?

It's...

- What makes you think that she's gonna change her mind

about testifying?

- We'll change her mind when we get our hands on her.

- How did you find her?

- Head guardian angel.

He's an old geezer named Lobo.

He's had it.

He's willing to hand her over to us for a new identity,

a fresh start in life.

We've got his file.

He's gonna persuade her that it's in her own best interest

if she splits.

- Suppose she doesn't bite?

- You're a resourceful fellow, Charlie.

You'll convince her.

- The captain has turned off the

fasten seat belts sign.

However, for your own protection,

if you remain seated, please keep your seat belt fastened.

(speaking foreign language)

- Let's talk about it.

- Andy Minton just wanted to be sure

you had one of us around in case of need.

- There is no need.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(train horn blowing)

I told your playmate on the plane,

now I'm telling you,

I don't want you coming.

- We're only trying to help you, Charlie.

- [Charlie] I don't need it.

(bells jingling)

- [Porter] Merci beaucoup.

(door closing)

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(upbeat pop music)

(humming)

* Sometimes it's hard *

* To be a woman *

* Doing things that you can't understand *

* You'll have bad times *

* Bad times *

* And he'll have good times *

* Good times *

- I'm gonna take you outside

and you're gonna go piddle for Mama.

There's a good boy.

(dog barking)

Oh, you're such a naughty boy.

Lobo, I want to talk to you about Richie.

He's always watching me and he never says anything.

- No, baby doll, it's me he's watching.

It's just Joe's way of checking up.

- Ta-dah!

You like it?

Not bad, huh?

I'm getting pretty good at this stuff, right?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dog whining)

(tower bells ringing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(knocking on desk)

- Any messages?

- No.

- [Charlie] What the hell are you doing here?

Give me your name.

- [Lobo] Lobo!

- [Charlie] Another.

- What do you mean?

- [Charlie] In Phoenix.

- Andy Minton.

- [Charlie] Turn around.

- [Lobo] You gotta be kidding me.

Can I turn around now?

- Yeah, now.

- I'll say one thing.

You're the careful type.

- Sit down.

That's a pretty heavy iron for a small village

like this one.

- It's a bad habit from the old days.

- All right, what's your story?

- Look, it's gonna be tough.

Those Sicilian goons, they,

they don't get too many points for smarts,

but they're rough customers, money-hungry.

But it's that guy Richie you most gotta

watch out for.

Blood makes him laugh.

He gets his jollies killing people.

- What's the girl know about me?

Who am I supposed to be?

- You're Nick Kosta.

He's one of Bomposa's favorite button men.

She's heard the name, but she's never seen him.

Matter of fact, nobody but Bomposa

has ever seen him.

I always kind of thought if I met him,

he'd look like you.

You can call that a compliment.

- Eh, sure, thanks.

Look here, from now on, I'll take care of it.

- Don't push it.

This is the big leagues.

You're gonna need a lot of luck.

Capito?

(speaking foreign language)

(tower bells ringing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(pick stabbing) (grunting)

(phone ringing)

- [Richie] Hello, hello.

- Yeah, hello.

You know what time it is here?

- It's Lobo.

He was doing a number with the FBI,

new passports, tickets, new identity.

They even gave him a new job.

They made him a teamster.

Hey, you want to know what's so funny about that?

He couldn't even drive.

- Yeah, sure.

Uh...

- I can't hear you.

I'm in a tele, hold on.

- Joe, you've got no options.

- What am I supposed to do?

I'm supposed to jump every time the other

bosses say jump?

You're a bunch of nitwits.

What's the matter with you?

Think of what you're asking me to do.

- We all appreciate how you feel, Joe.

- What do you mean, appreciate?

You don't even know what the word appreciate means.

I'm gonna tell you something,

you especially, see?

You don't know the meaning of the word love.

None of you.

Don't you remember it?

Amore.

(airplane passing)

I only built it because,

because I love her, you see?

I brought her things from all over,

from all over the world,

Portugal even.

I mean, anything you can think of,

from anything artistic to something beautiful,

I brought her.

And it cost me a fortune.

- Forgive me, Joe,

but we're not talking emotion now.

This here is business.

Now as your attorney, I got a duty

to advise you of what I think is right.

Everybody's gonna respect you more for it.

- How can you talk to me about respect

when we're trying to talk about getting rid of

the woman that I love?

Where the hell does respect come into that?

- I know you love her.

We all know it.

But she is not dumb, Joe.

Now you know how broads are.

Now I've got a duty to tell you this.

She hung around a long time,

long enough to learn a few things.

And who's to say she wouldn't use it against you

if it came right down to it?

- No, no, she'd never hurt me.

She'd never do anything to hurt me, no.

But besides, we weren't married

and there's nothing in writing.

(speaking foreign language)

- What are you talking about, eating at a time like this

when I'm talking about maybe killing the woman I love?

(airplane passing)

There's another airplane!

I love it, I love it.

I spend a fortune on this goddamn palace,

and where do they build it?

Right in the middle of a runway.

- It is unfortunate.

- Okay, do it.

- [Man] Do you have someone in mind?

- Only the best.

Hey, when you want the job done right,

you don't fool around.

You go right to the top.

He's Italian.

He's an industrialist.

- An industrialist?

For this kind of job?

- [Caruso] Are you kidding?

Kidnapping is big business in Italy.

You might even call it an art, creative,

you know what I mean?

- [Man] Has he got a name?

- [Caruso] Faroni, Vittorio Farroni.

Maybe you heard last year in Milano

they snatched this millionaire's kid.

- [Monk] No, I'm afraid I don't follow

that kind of stuff.

- [Caruso] A reliable rumor has it

that it was Faroni.

It's the first time they used a calling card number.

- [Monk] Calling card?

How's that work?

- Well, they cut off the kid's finger

and sent it to his family to prove that they had him.

You see?

They wrapped it up real nice in a nice little package,

parcel post.

(chuckling)

Of course it took a little time to get there.

You know, mail in Italy ain't what it is here.

- What the hell are you talking about,

cutting off fingers?

- That's what they do, Joe,

a finger, an earlobe, a big toe.

- I don't give a good goddamn what they do.

Nobody's cutting up on Jackie,

you understand that?

- Sure, Joe, sure.

- Don't give me that "Sure, Joe, sure, Joe" crap.

What the hell is the matter with you?

You're supposed to be my goombahs.

You're supposed to be my friends.

All you're worrying about is stuffing your faces.

Meanwhile I'm thinking about I'm the guy

who's losing the girl that he loves in his life

and you're the sons of bitches

who talked me into it, to put her away.

Now listen to me.

You tell Faroni one thing.

Jesus God, you tell him this.

You tell him I don't want her cut up, you understand?

I want it clean and I want it quick

and I don't want her to feel anything,

nothing!

Go ahead, what are you looking at?

You want to eat, huh?

Eat up!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- I don't have time to argue.

Actually, I'm on holiday.

You listen to me.

I have people lined up waiting.

Some of them are the best people in the world.

- All I want is a fair deal and guarantees.

- Any way you want it done, I'll deliver.

No more money talk.

One price for everyone and no discount.

- Agreed.

- Mm.

Oh.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(upbeat pop music)

* Giving all your love *

- Oh, Strudel.

What're you doing in there?

Oh, you're such a good boy.

Are you trying to help Mama pack?

We're gonna get outta here, Strudel.

We'll go bye-bye.

* Doing things that you don't understand *

* But if you love him *

* You'll forgive him *

* Even though he's hard to understand *

(rocks clicking)

* And if you love him *

* Oh, be proud of him *

* 'Cause after all *

* He's just a man *

(screaming)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

* Stand by your man *

* And show the world you love him *

* Keep giving all the love you can *

(glass smashing)

* Stand by your man. *

- Are you sure Lobo's gonna bring Strudel?

- I'll make sure he does.

- Oh, poor baby.

(people chattering)

How much longer?

- I heard someone say it would be a few

minutes yet, because the snow has fouled up the schedule.

- Is Lobo and Strudel meeting us here?

- Later.

- Where's Joe moving me to?

I know you're an important man in Mr. Bomposa's outfit,

Mr. Kosta, so I sure hope you don't mind

if I don't call you by your first name.

- What?

What did you say?

- Nothing at all.

(train horn blowing)

Mr. Kosta, I have to say something.

You know, I know what you do for a living.

- [Charlie] Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

So I wish you wouldn't look at me like that.

- [Charlie] Like what?

- Like I was a target at the end of your gun barrel.

Well, why are you staring at me?

- It's just that damn makeup and that wig.

What do you look like when you take it off?

(laughing)

- Oh.

I look like I've been embalmed.

That's what I look like.

- Do it.

- Are you crazy?

- Take it off or I will.

- Ta-dah!

Well, this is me in the raw, so to speak.

- That's better.

That's very good.

Now you're blending in.

- Sure. I should have knowed you'd like it.

You're used to looking at dead people.

(chuckling)

(train horn blowing)

Is this one ours?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Are you gonna open this door or not?

(hood slamming)

Don't you think you're overdoing it?

I mean, you don't have to impress me.

I won't tell the boss.

- Hey, Vittorio, he doesn't trust us.

- Hey, what's that word for people

who always think everybody's after them when they ain't?

- Paranoia?

- That's the fella.

You know, you act like a cop.

(whistle blowing)

- What do we do about the bodies?

- Put them in the trunk of the Peugeot.

We'll drop it into a lake.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey, where are you going?

It's dark in here and I'm scared.

- Just sit tight.

I'll be right back.

- Oh, my.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Jesus, I hate tunnels.

What's that thing where you get scared

of being cooped up into itty-bitty dark places?

- Claustrophobia?

- That's the fella.

Well, I think I got it.

- Fasten your seat belt.

- Why?

- I have a cure for it.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- [Jackie] Oh.

(electricity zapping)

- [Charlie] Get out of the car!

- Oh!

You know, you are crazy!

I don't hate tunnels that much.

(car exploding)

Oh!

Son of a bitch, what's going on?

- Well, we were about to get shot up

by those people.

- Who was gonna shoot us up?

- I was hoping you could tell me that.

- Well, how the hell should I know?

- Well, I thought maybe you saw them around.

- Uh-uh, Joe always made a point

to keep me away from that end of the business.

- What end of the business did he let you in on?

- You even ask questions like a cop.

Ow!

Oh, looks like I broke my ankle.

- Let me see.

Oh, it's just a twist.

- God, now what?

Are you a doctor too?

- [Charlie] Come on.

- Where the hell are you taking me?

- Geneva first, and then back to Phoenix.

- Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me everything?

- Miss Pruitt, Lobo turned you in.

- What do you mean turned me in?

- He called the FBI and he traded you

for a new identity and a new life.

- God damn it,

then you are a cop!

- Yes, I'm a cop.

And they're coming to kill you.

Now come on.

- Oh, oh!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Woman] I'm just gonna spend a penny.

- Hey, I want you to go back to where the car

went off the train.

Now I want you back here in half an hour.

By then I will have talked with Bomposa in Phoenix.

Something on your mind?

- Yeah, big man.

- Okay, I want you to go with the dummy.

I want you to keep your eye on them.

- [Man] Vittorio, but--

- Follow them.

See where they go.

But don't do anything, you understand?

If you blow it, I'll cut your throat.

- I know.

He won't believe it.

I've been in the hotel room for the past couple of days.

It's just a lone transmit from the bed.

No, I wouldn't say it's impossible.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- I don't know which takes longer,

to cook the hot dogs on this--

- Hibachi.

- I can say it.

Hibachi.

- Hold on.

I'll ask him.

Joe.

- What?

- That creep's trying to hold us up for more money.

(laughing)

- He's just trying to be friendly, that's all.

How much does he want?

- Would you believe a million dollars?

- A mi, he wants a million dollars?

Well,

(laughing)

This guy's no small industrialist.

- He says he's got the girl spotted 10 minutes away.

Now, he can wrap this whole thing up

within the next hour if we promise to deposit

a million dollars in his Zurich account by tomorrow morning.

- That's good.

That shows that he's an amateur,

he's no businessman.

So what we do,

let him do the job and then after that,

he can whistle for his money.

- Forget it.

He figured we'd do something like that.

He's planning on hitting the cop

and grabbing the girl for insurance.

- He's a businessman.

- He said he'll finish the assignment

as soon as he's got the money.

Joe, what do you want me to tell him?

- Okay, you tell him, you tell him

he's got what he wants.

But you tell him this for me.

Number one, I'll never forgive him,

and number two, he can bet his sweet rear end

that I'll never forget him either.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Madonna.

Che cosa.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Ooh.

What do you think, Vittorio?

Tasty, huh?

(chickens clucking)

- Whew.

Smells more like an outhouse.

Jesus.

I must look like something the cat drug in.

Well, why would they send a Phoenix cop?

- Because I'm motivated.

- What's that mean?

- That means I'm gonna put Joe Bomposa away

for the rest of his natural life

with the help of your testimony.

- Ha!

- I don't understand you.

That man's ordered you killed.

Some tea?

I'll have to get some firewood first.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Where is the American?

- Now don't get nervous.

He's outside.

He went to get wood for the fire.

- Don't be clever, signorina.

- Charlie!

(gun firing)

(ax thudding) (screaming)

(screaming)

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

What happened out there?

Ooh.

- The guy's dead.

He tried to kill me.

And he would have tried to kill you.

- Oh.

It all makes my head hurt.

I can't believe Joe would want me dead.

Ooh, I'm so cold.

- Here, put this around you.

It'll keep you warm until I get a fire built.

Thanks for the warning.

- I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I don't have any of my things,

nothing.

(whimpering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(helicopter approaching)

I can't understand what's going on.

I wish I could just talk to Joe.

- Get on.

- Why are we going on up again?

- I had thought if we doubled back,

we might lose them.

- I'm gonna close my eyes, okay?

I can't look out of these things.

How come you haven't just up and left me?

- I was sent to bring you back and that's just

what I'm gonna do.

- Yeah, but that's when they thought

that I could give them a lot of information on Joe.

Since I can't, why bother?

- They won't believe you don't know anything.

Joe's people won't.

And, Melba, darling,

I don't believe it either.

- I told you,

I don't know anything.

- Sure.

- Honest to Christ, Charlie.

- Your eyes are open.

This is the deepest part.

(gun firing)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(people screaming)

(geese honking)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

Speaking.

Well, hello, Lieutenant.

It's about time.

Where are you?

- Listen, there's been a shooting.

They tried to nail the girl.

- Damn it, we were afraid that was you up there.

Where are you now?

Montreux?

All right, all right,

don't make a move until we hear back from home office.

- Are you kidding?

I gotta get her out of here tonight.

Bomposa's sending the first team.

He's got a helicopter, automatic weapons

and God knows what else.

- Then, God damn it, turn her over to the police

and get the hell out of it.

- What the hell's the matter with you, Brickman?

If I turned her over to the police,

her life wouldn't be worth a damn.

Now I'm gonna bring her in tomorrow by steamer.

You have a government plane waiting, you understand?

- Lieutenant, you are not,

I repeat, not running a one-man show.

Nor were you supposed to leave a trail

littered with corpses.

Now tell me how to get in touch with you

and then wait there for your instructions.

- You can't get in touch with me.

I don't have a telephone in the room.

- Hello?

Hello.

- Well?

- He says he doesn't have a phone in his room.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(blowing) (bulb smashing)

(distant siren wailing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Jackie] Oh, hi.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Oh, I needed lipstick and things.

I saw myself in the mirror.

I look like I could stop a clock.

I didn't have any more money,

so I borrowed some of yours, okay?

Charlie, you gotta start learning to trust people.

Stop looking over your shoulder all the time.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey, big man, I got the turkey.

He just went inside the Hotel de Londres.

- Good.

- [Richie] I'm sure the chick's inside.

- Stay with him.

- Sure.

(train horn blowing)

(whistling)

(engine revving)

- Now stay with me.

Wait here.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(distant dog barking)

What's the story?

- [Richie] That's his car right there.

- What else?

- The boy should be out here in a minute.

(sniffing)

(speaking foreign language)

- What the hell died in here?

- Where are we going?

- We have some time to kill before the boat leaves.

- You've got to be kidding.

You know how I feel about high places.

(blowing)

(screaming)

(pipe thudding)

(marching band music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(blowing)

(grunting)

(screaming)

- Attend, monsieur.

Attend, monsieur.

(boat horn blowing)

(boat horn blowing)

- You sneaky creep.

- You blew it, you dummy.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(boat horn blowing)

(waltz music)

- He's good.

The man is good.

A big man.

(chuckling)

- Charlie, you asleep?

- Not that I can tell.

- Are you going with me to New York

or are you gonna leave me in Geneva

and go right back home to Phoenix?

- Well, I want to go to New York with you,

but it depends on the FBI.

- You got somebody in Phoenix?

- No, not at the moment.

(sighing)

- Charlie, can I come up there?

You don't have to do anything about it

'less you want to.

I never in my whole life ever slept with anybody

'cause I wanted to, not once.

(light orchestral music)

(clock chiming)

- You know what they say,

if you don't eat your breakfast,

it will follow you around all day.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Woman] Cor, it's a shame I ain't more hungry.

Cor, I could really knock a hole in this.

You really ought to eat some of this.

- Why don't you just shut up?

- Welcome to Geneva, Charlie.

Miss Pruitt, I'm Jim Brickman.

This is my colleague, Sam Cook.

- Hmm, you guys all use the same barber?

- She has a sense of humor.

- I haven't stopped laughing for three days.

You have everything set up?

- Lieutenant, I'd rather talk about that outside.

Excuse us.

There's been a flag on the play.

It's out of your hands, Lieutenant.

There's a limo waiting now to take her to the airport.

We appreciate your enthusiasm, Lieutenant,

but as of this moment, you have officially

handed her over to the US Government.

- And unofficially--

- Look, we gotta get both of you out of here.

This whole thing's blown up into an international incident.

- We're only trying to help, Charlie.

Are you ready, Miss Pruitt?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(seagulls cawing)

- Would you mind letting Charlie and I

be alone for a minute?

- Go ahead.

Make it fast.

- You're not coming with us, are you?

- No, they want you on your own.

- What the hell for?

- I don't know.

I guess they can't wait to get the definitive story

of organized crime.

- Christ, are they in for a big surprise.

(chuckling)

- I tried to tell them that it was for nothing,

but they didn't believe me.

They wouldn't listen.

- Do you think it was for nothing?

- No, Melba, darling, I don't.

- Charlie, I feel like I ought to say something important,

you know, like, "Hey, it was swell,"

but that doesn't make any sense.

It wasn't swell.

But I wish it wasn't ending.

- That's something important.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- That workman on the scaffold.

He fired the shot.

(gun firing)

(people chattering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Oh, my God.

- She didn't know a damn thing.

- Charlie.

(engine revving)

(phone ringing)

- I assumed that when you went over there

to get the girl that you'd walk on eggs.

The Swiss may like holes in their cheese.

They don't like holes in their people.

You left bodies everywhere.

The State Department is into it.

The Swiss are furious,

one goddamn bloody mess.

What the hell am I supposed to say to Washington?

- You'll probably tell them

that the whole idea of going over there

was mine in the first place.

- God only knows what Washington will do to me.

They need a scapegoat, and I'm probably it.

Oy.

That's my worry, though.

But what is your worry?

And the reason I asked you here is,

I am ordering you not to have anything else to do

with Joe Bomposa.

As of now, you are off the case.

You understand that?

You blew this deal, Charlie!

You just blew it.

You screwed it up.

You blew this deal!

(men laughing, chattering)

- Buona fortuna!

Buon viaggio.

(clapping)

- I gotta tell you something, Joe.

It's terrific how you can laugh

at a time like this, when we all know how

heavy your heart is.

You made a hell of a sacrifice

and you showed us the true meaning of the word leadership.

- You really mean that?

Well, just sometimes, you know,

in life you gotta do what you have to do, eh?

- You're great, Joe, really great.

- I don't know about being great,

but I'm gonna tell you one thing,

this whole thing cost me a bundle.

And you, you,

I will never forget you for handing me

that stiff Faroni, eh?

- Oh, come on, he did the job, didn't he?

In the end, that's all it means.

- I'm gonna tell you a secret, you see,

it isn't over yet.

The deal is far from over,

because nobody walks out on me in midstream.

- You want me to make the arrangements?

- No, I wouldn't have you make arrangements

to collect garbage in Central Park.

- Come on.

- There's no hard feelings.

No, I'm just telling you that this time I'm gonna

do it personally.

- What do you mean?

- I'm gonna send Nick Kosta

and he's gonna put him away.

- That's smart, Joe.

- That ain't dumb, eh?

I'll tell you something, just a little businesswise.

This guy Louis Monk, he's got a lot of good schemes

about the undeveloped land property.

- I gotta admit,

Monk's working out pretty good for a guy

that's not one of us.

- Hell, he's more than good.

He's great.

This guy is a lawyer who knows more about breaking laws

than any other lawyer I ever knew.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey!

- There's only one way you're gonna climb out of this pool.

You can give me all the papers on

the transfer of funds you made to the man

who killed Jackie Pruitt.

There's a telephone over there.

Call your office, tell them

to give the papers to Officer Thomas.

He's right outside our office door.

You make that call, Monk, or I'm gonna kill you.

- You'll never get away with it.

- You make that call, or you'll never know

one way or another.

- Well, I'm calling your bluff.

That's all I'm calling.

Damn it.

- You make that call, Monk.

I want the records.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Help!

For God's sake, man.

(coughing)

Please.

* I too may someday *

* Love someone *

* From somewhere there'll come one *

* One who will hear the same story *

* That you're telling me. *

- Would you believe he's gonna turn that

into an ice rink?

- Sure, in a basement, ice-skating rink.

It's a good idea.

- What's wrong with an ice-skating rink, eh?

I happen to like ice-skating rinks.

Is there anything wrong with that?

- Caruso?

- Terrific.

- Alibis?

- I think it's a great idea, boss.

- Ray?

- I think it's perfect.

- I think it's perfect too.

So now could I have just a little quiet, please?

And could we have a little respect

while I watch something with taste,

a little music for a change?

Could I?

Just a little respect, please.

- [All] Sure, boss.

- Thank you.

* But I cling to the merest chance *

* That you may hear me *

* Dreams are vain *

* For whenever I *

(suspenseful orchestral music)

* Wanting you *

* Nothing else in the world will do *

* In this world you are all *

(speaking foreign language)

- Shh.

- I said I didn't want to be disturbed.

(speaking foreign language)

- I don't want to be disturbed.

I don't care who's out front.

(speaking foreign language)

- I don't give a goddamn how importante it is.

(speaking foreign language)

- What are you talking about, a hearse?

How the hell does a hearse get in the house?

Well, get it out.

(speaking foreign language)

- He should be, because, dum-dum,

if you spoke English, he probably would have

understood you and he would have left.

Now go on, get it out of here.

I don't understand.

I'm in an institution for maniacs.

I have a hearse upstairs in my house.

Here.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

What's this, some kind of sick joke or something?

Who told you to bring a coffin here?

- Mr. Vittorio Faroni.

And the deceased is Miss Jackie Pruitt

from Geneva, Switzerland.

Want to sign here?

- No, I don't sign nothing without my lawyer.

Just turn that thing around and get it

the hell out of here.

- Oh, I'm not allowed to do that, sir.

You will have to call the mortuary

if you want to make that arrangement.

- "Love and bullets, Charlie."

Who the hell is Charlie?

Okay, Caruso, let's...

(house exploding)

(grand orchestral music)

(light orchestral music)