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(indistinct chatter, cheering)

For a man who's not used
to dealing with bankers,

you're a fast learner,

Mr. Savino.
Well, for a banker

who's not used to mingling
with casino types,

you're not so bad
yourself, Mr. Farwood.

As far as your partners
are concerned...
That's what tomorrow night's

dinner at the country club's
about.

We Mormons,

we're about
relationships--

business, family, friends.

Your wife is still coming,
correct?

Oh, of course. She's gonna be
arriving in the next few hours.

I look forward
to meeting her.

You know, the type
of woman a man chooses

speaks volumes about him.

(chuckles)

I'm sure you won't
be disappointed.

And one other thing.

A little bird told me that, uh,
it's your birthday.

So I took the liberty
of getting you something.

Oh, no...

(laughs)

Is that the Tumbleweed?

Man, you really are
into this project

if the only thing
you noticed is the cake.

(laughter)

(whistling nearby)

MAN:
Welcome to the Savoy,

Mrs. Savino.
SAVINO: Laura.

Pretty as a picture.

Hello, Vincent.

How was your plane ride
from Chicago?

Eternal.

(chuckles)

Not bad for the middle
of the desert, eh?

I'm impressed.

Oh. This is nothing.

Come on inside.

Welcome,
Mrs. Savino.

WOMAN:
Mrs. Savino.

Welcome to the Savoy,
Mrs. Savino.

Mrs. Savino.

The royal treatment.

I wanted you to
see it firsthand.

Hence the...
sudden invitation?

It was long overdue.

I missed you.

Oh. Laura,

this is our count
room manager,

Mia Rizzo.
A pleasure, though we've met.

Yes, at Maria Bianchi's
christening.

Mmm.

How's your father?

Same as always.

If you'd like, we could
get lunch tomorrow.

I'd love to show you
around town.

You're a tour guide as well?

I thought you'd
like the company

while I work.

I'm looking forward to it.

Good.

Right this way.

Good morning,
Sheriff.

Morning.

MAN:
Morning, Ralph.

Morning, John.

Ralph. Uh...
I hope you don't mind.

Pop.

What's going on in here?

Remember Davey Cornaro?

Milwaukee mobster,
union thug.

He and Savino made a play for
the Tumbleweed. He's missing.

And you think that he's hiding
in one of these boxes.

We know that Sheriff Clyde
was in Savino's pocket,

but he could've been
on the take from Cornaro, too.

And if so, his arrest
records will show it.

Your son is a natural.

Comes from

good stock.

Don't take credit, Ralph.

Talent can skip a generation.

DIXON:
That's right.

(chuckles)

Wait, who got skipped?

(laughs)
Gentlemen.

Katherine.
Mayor.

Everybody out.

Well, Ralph,

I'm very happy
with what you've accomplished

in such a short time.

You've taken the fight
to the mobsters.

You're serving the people
of this city as they deserve.

What do you need?

For you to put

your name
on the ballot.

I'm not running for any office.

Clyde's term is up--
you'll be unopposed.

It's still running.
Well, you can call it
whatever you like.

I don't see you clearing out
any time soon.

I'm keeping my options open.

The Elks Lodge is...

having an election fund-raiser
this morning.

Hold off on
the paperwork,

but do me the favor
of standing by my side.

They still got
those jelly omelettes?

I believe so.

Mmm.

(door opens)

BOY:
Where's my hula hoop?

Mom, I'm starving! Can I have
some peanut butter and crackers?

Honey, sit down
and I'll make you a snack.

There he is!

How was school, son?
Boring.

Guess what, Uncle Andy?
I set a new record

with my hula hoop.
Oh, yeah?
How many spins?

621.
Shoot.

I did 622 just
before you came in.

I'm gonna beat that right now.

All right, go
get 'em, buddy.

Are these, uh...

are these lanes 11 feet wide?

Oh, yeah. Saves us
eight percent on asphalt.

That's money
in our pockets.

These are federal highways,
fellas.

They got to be
12 feet wide.

Do this over. I'll
look at it again

when I get back
from Nelson.

Tim, your plate is ready!

How long will you
be in Nelson?

I'm probably gonna
miss supper.

Tim, come on inside!

Tim Larsen, you mind

your mother.

Tim?

Tim!

Tim?

(gate lock clicks)

Tim!

Tim! Tim!

No! No!

(tires screech)

(screams)

No!

(crying)

(tires screech)

Nine-year-old boy, Tim Larsen,
was taken not 20 minutes ago.

What do we know?
Kidnappers are driving

a brown Ford Galaxy.
Deputy spotted them on Elm

but lost 'em
in the subdivision.

You stay here.

There it is.

Ralph!

Hey, hey. Crazy.

(phone ringing)

("Smoke Gets in Your Eyes"
playing on radio)

This is Jones.

(man speaking indistinctly)

I'll be on the next plane.

Okay.

Hey, Tommy.

I have good news.

I got to go to Vegas,
so we're done here.

(labored breath)

Except the lake's gonna be cold.

But maybe you won't be
feeling it for too long.

(labored breath)

(indistinct shouting
in distance)

(siren wailing in distance)

(sighs)

JACK:
House is clean.

Kidnappers never went inside.

DIXON: Neighbors didn't
see a switch.

There's no lead
on the second car.

RALPH:
Got three pairs of boots.

Looks like it was a crew,
not a random grab.

No, too smart.

Picked an empty
house for sale

to make the switch--
took planning.

Dixon, we need some manpower.

Will you call Don Simmons?

See what you
can find

on this car?

They torched it

to hide some evidence.

We were lucky to come up here
when we did.

Got it.

You know the kid's father
is Milton Larsen, right?

Yeah, contracted every inch
of highway in the county

last couple of years--
ripe target.

Yeah, but he's also the newest
member of the Gaming Commission.

Casinos need his vote
to get a gaming license.

He could've made
some enemies there already.

We'll find out.

Listen. He and his wife,
they're gonna be

in a real bad way,
so when you

talk to 'em,
use the boy's name,

and not in
the past tense.

They start losing hope...

we'll never get anything
out of 'em.

That'll be all for now.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I've never seen buds like these.

They're exquisite.

You'll never find
'em anywhere else.

They're plucked from the
cactuses in the desert.

(chuckles)

I hope you didn't get
that while picking them.

Oh.

Uh... broken
champagne bottle.

The perils of
running a casino.

So, tonight...

we'll have supper in
the Candlelight Room

at the Flamingo, then
we'll take in Sammy's

second show,
and tomorrow...

we've been invited
to the country club.

Country club?

A banker friend of mine
and his wife invited us.

A banker?

To the country club?

He's a business partner.

Trust me,

Laura, you're gonna
fall in love with this city.

Just like I did.

What's this about?

I feel like I'm...
being courted.

Or there's an apology
coming next.

(chuckles)
I...

You've come and visited me
at work before.

In Havana, Covington...

That was a different time.

Now it's strictly Miami
at Christmas with the girls,

and your weekend trips at home.

This doesn't feel the same.

I want you to move to Vegas.

Th-That's not our arrangement.

It's what I want.

With the girls

at boarding school,
there's nothing

keeping you in Chicago
any longer.

Why fix...

what's not broken?

Things are working.

There are things you need to do,

and things I don't want to see.

There's nothing
to hide here.

I promised you the straight life
so long ago

you probably wrote it off,
but I haven't.

It's not a dream anymore.

It's right in front of us.

Just promise me
you'll think about it.

(door opens)
(sighs)

Mr. Larsen.

Did you find anything?
We located

the car the kidnappers used.

We believe they switched
to another vehicle

and make it
through the roadblocks.

(June sighs)
Can you tell us more
about this, uh, gardener?

I had never seen him before,
but our lawn man uses

a-a different person

for different chores.

And can you describe him?

He was wearing coveralls...

and a hat.

(June cries)

It's fine.
It's okay.

Ma'am.

Please don't think the worst.

We just need

to figure out who did this

before they call,
and they will call.

TURLEY:
What makes you think

they'll call?

Because you have something
that they want,

and they don't have it yet,

which means
that Tim is alive.

Highway construction's hardly
a strong-arm business, Sheriff.

Any conflicts
we've had have been minor.

Certainly nothing
to warrant this.

What about
the Gaming Commission?

Your vote can make
or break an outfit.

I'll send you a copy
of the upcoming agenda, Sheriff.

See who's got a stake
in the decisions being made.

Whatever you need, Sheriff.

Please... just get me
my boy back.

I'll do everything I can.

You have my word.
Thank you.

Uh, these look like
gardener's coveralls to me, but

I can't make heads or tails out
of the rest of this stuff.

I suspect that
was the idea

when they burned it.

You know, you really should
be doing comedy

at the Copa Room, Don.

Well, I do...
every other Thursday.

You never come.

They used gasoline
for a faster burn.

And...

they started the fire...

with this puppy.

They tossed it in and
hightailed it out of there.

Yeah, vehicle ID number's
still here.

Let's see who owns
this barbecue brick.

(water gurgling)

Hello, Sheriff.

I'd exchange pleasantries, but
that's always a one-way street.

I'm not here to be pleasant.

Are you familiar
with Milt Larsen?

He's on the Gaming Commission.

His son was snatched from right
in front of his mother.

That's a nasty business.

What can I do?

You can tell me which one
of your mob friends

might be having trouble
with the Gaming Commission.

In this case, if I knew,
I might tell you, but I don't.

Nine year-old boy is missing.

He's running out of time.

Then I suggest
you stop wasting yours here.

You know, I hear you want
to walk down the aisle

with Mert Hayes,
own part of the Tumbleweed.

What does that have to do
with anything?

Well, you're gonna
have to appear

in front
of the Gaming Commission,

right, to get a license?

You want my help, cowboy?

This is all you need to know.

No one's gonna grab
a commissioner's kid

when all they have to do is
give 'em a suitcase full of cash

to get whatever they want.

You're welcome.

I'll be sure
to tell Milt Larsen

just how helpful you were.

(door closes, phone rings)

Yeah?

Something wrong?

Jones from Milwaukee is here.

(whooping, rhythmic clicking,
clinking)

Hey, Jones, this is Las Vegas.

You're supposed
to be having a good time.

Oh, I am, Vincent.

The casino is very festive.

Then let us take
care of you.

Stay here, everything
on the pencil.

No. I've imposed
on your hospitality

too much in the past.

When business takes me
away from home,

you've always been
such a good friend.

As you've always been
a great friend to me

whenever I've needed a favor.

So anything you
need, you just ask.

I'm looking for Davey Cornaro.

Have you seen him?

No, not for at last
a week, maybe more.

The guy just vanished.

And the sandwich never made it
back to Milwaukee.

Oh, that's no good.

What do you
think happened?

You live here.
That's why I'm asking you.

Well, look, I don't like
to start rumors, Jones,

but, uh, it's been going around
that this A.D.A.

has been bringing heat
Cornaro's way

over a union beef
at the Tumbleweed.

Maybe he skipped town.

Maybe.

It's a troubling situation.

And the bosses
in Milwaukee

want me to resolve it,
so I can't go home until I do.

I understand.

(sighs)

I'll see you around, Vince.

You didn't touch your drink.

Something was wrong with it?
You want a new one?

I don't drink.

I just like the smell.

I can't have Jones sniffing
around while Laura's here.

Every time he shows up,
bodies start dropping.

What do you want me to do?

I told him, Cornaro
might have skipped town.

Make it look that way.

Any word?

Nothing yet.

I'm worried that Tim is gonna
get himself hurt.

He's a willful boy.

Oh, but willful
means brave, too,

and that's good.

He ran off once.

Just last year.

He took his BB gun
and walked out the back door,

claimed he was going
to live off the land.

(both laugh)

He came home
around supper time.

Decided that he'd been
a frontiersman long enough.

Thought jet pilot was better.

(sniffles)

And I didn't worry
once for him that day

because I knew he had sense.

I'm sure you gave it to him.

All I can think about is what
I could have done different.

Hey...

there is no way you could have
known this would happen.

(phone ringing)
(gasps)

JACK:
Phone company's

gonna trace this call.
All right, keep
them talking.

Agree to whatever they
say, and don't argue.

Okay.

Oh, Lars-Larsen residence.
Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

MAN:
The price for your son's return

is $80,000.

You have till tomorrow
to raise the money.

I-I can do that.

Good. We'll call again
with further instructions.

Can you... can you put my son
on the phone, please?

And keep the law out of this.

We will. Please, put
Tim on the phone.

TIM:
Daddy?

(gasps)
Tim, are you okay?

We're gonna get
you home, son.

Cross us, and that's the last
time you'll hear his voice.

(Jane gasps, click)

MILTON:
Hello? Tim? Hello?

(dial tone)

You did good.

MILTON:
Uh, it's okay.

Ralph? Thank you for your help,
ma'am. Thank you.

Operator traced the call
to a switching station

in Eastland Heights, but that's
the best she can do.
Eastland?
It's off Route 95.

Uh-huh.
They probably made the
call from a phone booth

and moved on from there.

They're too smart to
keep that kid close by.

Where's Dixon?

He's tracking down the
registration of the burned car.

Pulled a VIN off the chassis.

The lighter they used
to torch it.

I stripped it,
found engravings.

It's a military insignia.
It's third cavalry.

Based out
of Fayetteville, Georgia.

Military fits the
picture. These men--

they would have needed supplies
for a job like this, and

they probably stuck to
places that they know.
JACK: Military surplus.

Gun stores.
Anyplace they could
gear up and not be noticed.

We need to find them
before they set up a drop.

LAURA:
Vincent and I met

at an underground casino
called the Villa Venice.

I never liked to gamble,
but at 20,

it was a fun place
to go for music with friends.

And one night,
a nice college boy

was buying me cocktails
until he became

not so nice.

And the casino manager
grabbed him by the neck,

and had a conversation

with him about manners.

(laughs)

And you married
that casino manager.

I was surprised to discover

that he was a man
with many facets.

Charming, intelligent,

tactical.

Like asking you to help sell me
on moving to Las Vegas.

He didn't ask.
Well, you're smart.

He didn't have to,
and he's the boss.

Best I've had.

(man and woman giggling)

(woman shrieks)

What the hell.

Shh. You're Ruth?

Mr. Cornaro's secretary?

I'm Jones.
I want the sandwich.

All right, Mac,

time to hit the bricks.

(groaning, Ruth gasps)

Ruth, enough
fooling around.

Where's the sandwich?

The drawer.

It was Eddie's idea to take it.

Feels a little light.

I'll pay back what's missing,
I swear.

Calm down,
sweetheart.

Everything's going to be peachy.

Now, where's Davey Cornaro?

I really don't know.

He just disappeared
and left the cash,

so I figure
he's not coming back.

Please.

We can square this, right?

Sure we can.

(panting)

So, we found an Army surplus
store out here on Riverside

that carried the boots and
the gardener's coveralls.

Owner said three men came in
last week and purchased them.

Get any descriptions?

Not good ones.

Youngest is maybe 30,
oldest close to 50.

White, no particular accents.

And he didn't
overhear any names.

But after a little,
uh, convincing,

he admitted he sold them

200 rounds
of 30 caliber bullets.

For M2 rifles.

They're prepping for a fight.

DIXON:
Hey.

Tracked down the reg

and I talked to the guy
who sold the car.

A, uh, Dave Cooper.

Said it was a cash deal,

sold to a man
who called himself Sarge.

Any phone number?
Address?

No, but.., as they left, uh,

he recalls that Sarge
told his buddy

he wanted to make a stop, and
that they'd meet back at King's.

King's?

Isn't that a bar,
or... restaurant?

No, it's a motel.

King's Court.

It's out past Cyprus.

Let's go.

I'll get my gear.

Good work.

I'll get my gun.

You're staying here.

No, I'm coming.

This is not
a discussion.

You know,
Katherine thinks

he's pretty good
at playing detective.

So do I.

Playing's one thing.

Armed military men,
that's another.

Then send him back to the ranch.

Since when did it become
your place to meddle?

Oh, is that what I was doing all
those years you were an MP?

I was running the ranch
and raising your son.

You want to call that meddling?

I'm his father.

You're his uncle.

It's different.

Clerk remembers three men
that fit the bill

and the Ford Galaxy.

Paid up front
for the month.
Which room?

See that bungalow
on the end behind me?

Says he's only seen one of them
over the last few days,

mostly using that,
uh, pay phone.

RALPH:
Three-to-one.

Let's do it.

(phone ringing)

Halt!

(ringing continues)

Hold your fire.
What are you doing?

We don't know
if the boy's in there.

And even if he's not, we've
got to take this man alive.

You got a plan
for doing that?

(gunfire continues)
I'm working on it.

I'm going
around back.

Make sure no one
sneaks out.

(gunfire continues)

(man grunts)

You hit?

Let's go!

See to him.

RALPH:
Where's Tim?

Where is Tim?

I'll call an ambulance.

Don't.

He's dead.

Do you know
this man?

MILTON:
Why?

Is he one of
the kidnappers?

Yes.

What the hell happened?

We got a lead.

We found him at a motel.

And it went bad.

And Tim?
Tim wasn't there, ma'am.

Bad?

(scoffs)

They said no police.

Do you realize
what you've done?

He had no choice.

He didn't have to go running
rampant across the city.

That was a choice!

His name is Wade Ullom.

He worked
for my father

when he was floor manager
of The Dunes, but...

that was years ago.

When was the last time
you saw him?

What does any
of this matter?

You're done here,
both of you.

This is not
your business anymore.

Mr. Larsen, don't try

to do this yourself.

These men are dangerous.

So are you.

Take your people and leave.

Now.

JACK:
Did you see that
briefcase Turley had?

They just came from the bank.

If they walk into
that drop alone,

they're going to be
way out of their league.

Phone company
trace stays up.

I want to know when
the next call comes in.

Whoa.

Maybe you didn't notice, but we
just got kicked off the case.

There's what they want and
there's what's good for them.

We're not done.

It's their boy's
life at stake.

Jack, Tim is
a bright kid.

He's going to make
a great witness,

and they're only going
to keep him around

until they get their money.

And then he's just
going to be a liability.

So, far as I'm concerned,

there's only one way
this turns out right.

And that's us going after those
bastards and taking Tim back.

(birds singing)

Maniac.

CERVELLI:
Smart.

Jones makes it look
like a murder-suicide.

No holes to dig.

If Cornaro's trail leads back
to our front door,

there's going to be a war
between Chicago and Milwaukee.

We'll all end up
buried in a corn field.

Did you do what I asked?

I'm trying.

We're going to put Cornaro's car

at the airport

to make Jones think
he flew to L.A.

But what?

We can't find the car.
What do you mean
you can't find it?

You had it when
you took care of him, right?

Yeah, we paid a guy
to get rid of it.

He did a good job,
then he skipped town.

I got dinner in one hour
with my wife and this banker

and you three clowns

are running
a circus act!

I don't want to hear
from any of you

until I hear that
this job is done.

MAN:
Your car's coming
right up, Mr. Savino.

You're nervous.

What makes you say that?

You're quiet.

This Tumbleweed deal
is going to change everything.

The numbers are
going to line up.

Tonight's not about the numbers.

Make the banker believe in you.

Here we go.

SAVINO:
Here you go, kid.
Keep the change.

Wait.

What?
What's the matter?

I'm not feeling well.

Laura, whatever it is,
please, not now.

You go ahead without me.

This isn't for me.

This is for us.

Please.

I need you.

COTA:
Hey!

(bangs car)

Dangerous sneaking up on a fella
when he's welding.

Did Little Mike bring you
a Cadillac a few days back?

I don't know any Little Mike.

We need that Cadillac back.

Sorry, I can't do it.

Is that so?

Can't, not won't.

I already chopped it.
It's in pieces.

Then put it back together.

I don't do back together.

You do now.

(phone ringing)

(knocks at door)

Not a good time, Mayor.

I heard about Wade Ullom.

Any luck finding
the rest of them?

Not yet.

Tough.

You have a son.

You can't wondering what
it'd be like to lose him.

There's a nine-year-old boy
that's missing.

Could be dead.

That's all I'm thinking about.

I chose you to be sheriff
for a reason.

And not just because
you were a damn fine MP.

It eats at you

when somebody's
doing somebody wrong.

Not all of us
are built like that.

Most of us... I don't know,

turn in at night and put
the bad stuff behind us.

Coming to a place
like this every day,

that's what changes a man.

And the people
he brings with him.

Whether you sign
the election papers or not,

this won't be the last boy
that trouble finds.

This city needs you.

My prayers are with the family.

Jack.

Wade Ullom served in Korea

then began working
casino security.

Started at The Dunes,

got fired,

and then seemed
to hit every rung

as he fell down the ladder.

He knew who
June was.

Saw the Larsens moving
up the ladder,

probably figured it'd
be an easy score.

Thank you.

That was the manager
at Wade's bank.

About two weeks ago,

Wade cashed a check for $20,000
from a Gus Wilson.

Could be he bankrolled
the kidnapping plan.

Invest 20 to get 80.

Sounds like old Gus
was looking to hit the jackpot.

(door opening)

Why am I here?

You gave Wade Ullom $20,000.

Is that a crime?
Kidnapping is.

Wade took Milton Larsen's son

and it looks to us like you
bankrolled him.

Larsen's boy?
I don't know anything

about a kidnapping.
Then what was
the money for?

Here's the way
it's going to work, Gus.

If I don't believe
the next words

that come out of your mouth,

I'm going to reach up inside you

and I'm going rip out the truth.

Now...

does your slots parlor
have a gaming license?

Not yet.

I've been having trouble
getting approved.

The money was supposed
to solve that problem.

Oh, and you think that
kidnapping solves a problem?

It was a bribe.

Wade said he
had a friend

who could deliver
Milton's vote.

Claimed to be
his right-hand man.

What was his name?
Turley?

No, it was Andy Meacham.
Milton's brother-in-law.

But he didn't
come through.

So I told Andy if I didn't
get my money back

I'd blow the whistle on him.

Did he pay you?

Said he'd have it in cash,
tomorrow.

What gives you the right, huh?
How can you sit there

and accuse me
of being involved in all this?

We know about the bribe

you took from Gus Wilson.

Two weeks ago the Gaming
Commission denied Gus Wilson

a license, and you,
Mr. Larsen,

you voted
against him.

Well, yeah, he didn't
have the funds

in escrow to cover
the payouts.

What does that have
to do with Tim?

ANDY:
Nothing, Milton.

These guys are way off the mark.

Your nephew is
out there alone

and scared to death
on account of you.

You stop trying to cover
your ass and start thinking

about saving his life.

You kept pushing me

to vote in favor of Wilson.

I thought it was
the right move.
You were adamant

about it.

That doesn't mean anything.
You kept

pestering me!

No, no.
Whoa, enough.

You took my son!

It wasn't supposed
to happen like this!

But you went sideways
on the vote.

Gus wanted his money back
and I-I-I'd already spent it.

Why didn't you ask?!

We have always taken care
of you, Andy.

Because this was supposed
to be easy.

What was the plan?

Tim would spend a day
watching TV

and eating ice cream.

With the ransom money,
I could pay Gus back

and the rest would go
to Wade and his crew.

It didn't work out
that way, did it?

They double-crossed me and
they want all the money now,

and if I don't do the drop,
then Tim's dead.

Who are those guys?

They're Wade's people.

I've never even met them.

That's the first useful
thing you've said.

Away from the car,
Meacham, hands high.

I'm unarmed.

Where's my nephew?

Where's my money?

No money
until I have Tim.

You're not giving
orders here.

You didn't get stupid again,
did you, and bring the law?

In this canyon?

You'd see anybody coming
from a mile away,

just like you saw me.

Check the car.

You sounded younger
on the phone.

You sounded prettier.

Lookie here, Sarge.

Okay, you have your money.

Where's Tim?

Sorry, Andy,
terms of this deal just changed.

Is he alive?

He'll live longer than
you, but not by much.

(grunts)

Damn it.

(grunting)

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Where is he?!

Giving you a choice.

A limp or a wheelchair--
what is it?

Go to hell.

(screams)

Where is he?

God, the shed!

You move,

my brother's going
to use you

for target practice.

Tim.
(Tim crying faintly)

Tim,

are you all right?

I'm Ralph.

I'm here to take you home, son.

("The Weary Kind"
by Ryan Bingham playing)

* And this ain't no place

* For the weary kind...

(gasps)
Mommy.

* And this ain't no place
to lose your mind *

* This ain't no place
to fall behind *

* Pick up your crazy heart

* And give it one more try...

I'm so sorry
I ever doubted you, Sheriff.

We owe you everything.

* This ain't no place
for the weary kind. *

It's all yours.

("You're Nobody till Somebody
Loves You" playing)

* You're nobody
till somebody loves you... *

Jones took the bait.

You're sure?
Word was out

he was looking
for Cornaro.

Cota paid the lot guy
to call Jones

and tell him he saw Cornaro
park his car last week.

And the airplane ticket?

Jones found it.
(sighs)

Hour later he was on a plane
to the City of Angels.

(laughs)
Nice work.

How'd it go last night?

The dinner with Farwood
went without a hitch.

All that's left is to write up
the paperwork with Mert.

I got the Tumbleweed.

That's great, Vince.

I'll catch up
with you two later.

You were so wonderful
last night.

I'm gonna get you
all packed up.

You're gonna love this city.

I know, but,
Vincent, one thing.

Of course, anything.

For this to work,
from now on

you have to be completely
honest with me.

Completely?

Yes.

No more secrets.

Thank you.

Patrol found Cornaro's
car in the airport lot,

but the best I can tell,
he's not in Vegas.

Milwaukee Police say
he hasn't been home either.

One strange thing.

There was corn chaff
in the undercarriage.

What do you think Cornaro
was doing in a corn field?

If Savino killed Cornaro,
it could be

that's where
he dumped the body.

County's got a
thousand acres.

Well, it's not
for planting mobsters.

I should get back
to my office.

Dixon, Ralph.

It was your idea
to drag me in here.

Now you handcuff
me to a desk?

That's not right.

It is if I say so.

I understand you've
got your reasons

for wearing the star,
but I've found my own.

Being a cop
suits me.

I like my job and
I'm good at it.

Couple of weeks ago
a man had me dead to rights,

and you shot him.

That proves my point.

No.

Point is,

you shouldn't have been there.

I don't want you
in the line of fire,

and I want you to stay out
of this Savino business, too.

Heard the Larsen boy
got home safe.

That's good.

It is.

I also heard a family member
was behind the kidnapping,

so I guess you invited me
out here to apologize.

No.

Thought we'd have
a look around.

Never know what you
might find out here.

What do you want, Sheriff?

You crossed a line.

I'm a law-abiding man.

You got proof otherwise,
you take me in.

The time will come.

Secrets don't stay buried.

Neither do bodies.

(chuckles)

We all end up
in the ground someday.

Yeah,

but how we get there
counts for something.

Chew on that.

I sure will.

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