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* I am sitting on top of the world *

* Just rolling along, just rolling along *

Look at that there.

* And I am quitting the blues of the world *

* Just singing a song...

(music fades)

What do you think it is?

(flies buzzing)

Diseased prairie dog den.

They go down there and die, makes the soil sick.

Go get them.

(sighs)

Think I got them.

Hold on, hold on.

Give me that.

What's wrong?

That ain't no prairie dog.

* I'm sitting on top of this world *

* Just rolling along

* I'm sitting on top of the world *

* Singing a song.

CERVELLI: "Mayor Bennett neck and neck

with upstart Grady in Vegas election."

Neck and neck is good.

Yeah, if you bet on both horses.

But we only bet on Grady.

I'm just saying.

A while back, this guy doesn't have a chance in hell,

now he's got a shot to win this thing.

Red, a shot is not good enough.

We need Bennett out of office before

he regulates our skim to pennies.

Vincent, we've done all we can for Grady at this point.

And I spoke to our friend who ships the voting machines.

That's all set.

A little touch of Cook County.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey!

There he is!

The candidate!

The next mayor of Las Vegas.

Can I speak to you for a second?

Sure.

Have a seat.

I, uh, found this on my windshield.

(chuckles)

This compares Bennett to Stalin.

It's unfair.

Yeah, to Stalin. (laughs)

This isn't a joke.

I didn't agree to this type kind of campaign.

Not to mention the fact that most voters

like that he stands up to crime.

Exactly.

And that's why we made those flyers.

I think they're damn good.

You know, I saw a fight at the Polo Grounds

a few years ago with Vincent.

Rocky Marciano versus Roland LaStarza.

Remember?

Of course.

It was a great bout.

Marciano's thing was he charged

at his opponents.

Wild aggression was his strength.

As soon as the bell rang, LaStarza was on him

like a bird on seed.

Champ couldn't charge him

because LaStarza had attacked his strength.

But LaStarza lost the decision.

It was fixed.

Uh, so I heard.

My point is, you want to win,

go after Bennett's "tough on crime" record.

Okay.

But, uh, the election's in two days.

Let's try to keep this aboveboard.

(elevator bell dings)

I never took you to a bout.

(laughs)

Here, take this. Thank you.

Oh, man.

Dixon, check their bodies for I.D.

Go hug a cactus.

I ain't patting down those zombies.

KATHERINE: No need.

This handsome devil right there

is Milwaukee's Davey Cornaro.

Guy with no eye is his bodyguard,

Tommy Deuce Squiteri.

Not much of a bodyguard.

Guess this is what happens when you try

to take the Tumbleweed away from Savino.

These guys have been missing for weeks.

It's a big story.

Word's getting out as we speak.

Milwaukee hears about this, every thug in Wisconsin

is gonna be on the next plane to Vegas to get his pound of flesh.

John.

You know, the lye from them bodies turned the pH of my soil.

Ruined my damn crop.

You're the law, Ralph.

I want to know, who the hell's gonna pay for this?

If we don't do anything about it, the whole city will.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Flight 729

to Miami is now boarding at Gate 4.

I.D., please.

What's this all about?

Just a temporary security measure

put in place by the sheriff.

Oh, you're not from Wisconsin.

That's right; just getting back from a business trip.

What business are you in?

Wholesale butchery.

Well, welcome back to Vegas.

I'm sorry. A farm?!

You buried the bodies where the ground

is constantly turned over?!

We put them in deep.

Maybe we should muscle up.

No.

We can't let this thing get out of control.

We got to be smart.

I don't want the next bodies

to land on the ground to be ours.

Where's Borelli?

Jonesy.

Back in Vegas so soon?

Apparently.

How long you in town this time?

Long as I need to be.

Smoke?

Those things kill you.

Well... you die, you die.

(gunshot)

(sirens wailing)

Borelli came here from Chicago, what, three years ago?

Mmm.

Not much of a shelf life on these guys, is there?

(chuckles) Figure Borelli

came through the door, shooter is waiting for him,

it's over before it even started.

He turns to go, sees a witness he didn't expect.

Poor Marjorie Dobbs-- she winds up dead.

Guy who found the bodies caught a glimpse

of the shooter, but didn't get

a good look at his face.

All he can say is that he was

pale and thin.

RALPH: You go tell the coroner I want the bullets

taken out of these bodies, and I want a make

on the ammo and the weapon that was used

within the hour.

We're dealing with somebody here who doesn't mind

shooting civilians who cross his path.

Yes, sir.

Oh, here we go.

You want to tell me how the hell this happens?

I assume it was with a gun.

Don't get smart with me!

Don't get loud with me.

I'm trying to win

an election today, on a law and order ticket.

How the hell am I supposed to do that

when I've got bodies sprouting up on farms

and mobsters getting gunned down in the street?

Well, Mrs. Dobbs here, she wasn't a mobster.

So I would appreciate it if we don't fret

about your job security

over her dead body.

You got an active crime scene here.

Where the hell are you going?

It's a retaliation hit against Chicago.

Where the hell you think I'm going?

Since I was seven, I knew him.

Grade school.

We played ball together at St. Joe's.

This is what happens when you're sloppy.

Look, Vince, Victor got a raw deal,

but whoever took him out is gonna come after

anyone that Milwaukee thinks

was involved with the Cornaro thing.

And that includes me and you.

What do you mean, "whoever took him out?"

You know it was Jones as well as I do.

(knock on door)

Boss, we got company.

Ah, Sheriff.

I was counting the minutes.

I'd count them careful if I were you.

You may not have many left.

I doubt you've come here to express your concern

for my safety.

I could give a damn about your safety.

Innocent woman-- Marjorie Dobbs--

got killed because of you.

Because of me?

You and your associates have been at it

with Milwaukee for weeks.

I didn't pull any trigger.

And in case you missed it, my friend was lying

five feet away from that woman,

just as dead as she was!

Yeah, I'm sure Borelli had it coming, for a number of reasons.

Now, whoever killed Cornaro

was either somebody in this room,

or somebody you ordered did it.

But I'm gonna make you a deal.

You give me his name, I'll bring him in,

and maybe when Milwaukee hears about it,

they'll put an end to all this,

and maybe you get to live a little longer.

Even if I did know something, did you actually come in here

thinking I would give up my guys?

No.

(radio crackles)

Okay, boys, go ahead.

All right, gentlemen.

Want one by each table,

two by the elevators.

Give me a few by that big

spinning wheel thing in the back.

I can't believe you're doing this to me.

I'm not doing anything to you.

No, you're just shutting down

the casino I help run.

Wouldn't expect something like this from you.

(elevator bell dings)

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

Protecting your customers.

We don't want any innocent civilians getting hurt

if somebody makes a move on you, do we?

What civilians? Everyone's leaving!

And so will my deputies as soon as all this blows over.

So, if you just so happen to remember who killed Cornaro,

you'll let me know, right?

So, is it true?

Yeah.

The Savoy's shut down.

Vincent sent this thing downhill

ever since he set eyes on the Tumbleweed.

Yeah.

I want you to check flights to Vegas.

Done.

You want to know the truth, Angelo?

Savino screwed up.

His sheriff's no good.

His mayor's no good.

Now his casino's no good.

End of day, maybe Savino's no good.

So what are you telling me? Well...

if Red's ready to take another shot at heading the Savoy...

what in the hell do we need Savino for?

Coroner says the ammo matches a CZ-52 semiautomatic pistol

used almost exclusively by the Czechoslovakian military,

something we never see around here.

Except a few weeks ago,

when Cornaro's secretary and her boyfriend were found

in that suspicious murder-suicide.

The gun found in the boyfriend's hand--

also a CZ-52.

That's not a coincidence. No, it's not.

It's the killer's weapon of choice. It's the same person.

We find him, we stop the killings from Milwaukee's end,

but I doubt Savino's gonna stay on the sidelines for long.

DIXON: Hey, Dad. Yeah.

We just got a call. Why don't you tell him?

A jeweler says a car's been parked in a 30-minute tow zone

outside his shop all day

with no one in it. Wants it towed.

The shop's on Fremont.

Now, that's a block and a half

from where we found Borelli and Mrs. Dobbs.

So I'm thinking, shooter wasn't planning on killing two people.

Mrs. Dobbs threw him off.

So he turned tail, ran, left his car behind.

Ferro, you getting ready to start your shift at the Savoy?

Dixon, you go check out that car. Yes, sir.

JACK: You know, I don't want to speak too soon,

but that kid's got a head for this line of work.

I'm glad one of you does.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

When I got home...

yesterday, um...

my neighbors, they were on my lawn.

They told... told me what happened.

I... I... I haven't been able to see her yet.

Uh, excuse me?

I'm Clarence Dobbs.

My wife, Marjorie, she...

she was in that alley.

RALPH: Um...

Mr. Dobbs...

I'm sorry about your wife.

Um, about this accident...

Accident? I mean, uh...

this incident...

Mr. Dobbs, why don't you come with me to the office,

and we can speak in private?

Right this way.

Okay.

Glad we could get a table.

Where's the salt?

You can't have salt. I just can't overdo it.

The doctor said no salt.

The doctor...

Your situation.

Look, I know things are upside down right now,

but before you know it, these guys are gonna

be out of here, and everything will be... No.

No more excuses, no more stories.

No talking.

You listen.

Milwaukee is going nuts about this.

The Tumbleweed, Cornaro, everything.

They want payback, and Borelli was just the start.

Angelo, I know...

No. I know.

I know you did Cornaro.

I know it all started with you.

Milwaukee doesn't have anything to lose in Vegas.

They'll burn this town to the ground

without thinking about it twice.

But a lot of money comes out of here,

and we can't blow it up.

And we need to make peace with Milwaukee now

so we don't lose everything we've built here.

You understand?

Good.

Because, in order to iron things out,

I got to let go of the problem

that started this whole damn mess in the first place:

the Tumbleweed.

Angelo... you can't do that.

The Tumbleweed... the property, it's our future.

There is no future, Vincent, unless I can fix what you broke.

And you need to realize

that I'm not just trying to save the Savoy.

I am trying to save you.

* Hello, Josephine

* How do you do?

* Do you remember me, baby

* Like I remember you?

* You used to laugh at me

* And holler "hoo hoo hoo"

* I used to walk you home

* I used to hold your hand

* You used to use my umbrella... *

This is Dixon.

Come in. Over.

Yeah, Dixon, it's Jack. What'd you find?

I think I got the shooter's name-- Lyle Plimpton.

A rental agreement in the glove box.

Looks like he rented the car out of the airport.

He must've slipped by the deputies at McCarran.

Got it. Lyle Plimpton. Picked up for assault

in the third degree a couple of months ago.

Witness said he was thin and pale.

You got a mug shot?

No mug shot, but we got a booking slip

and an address.

Says he lives right here in Vegas.

Let's take a ride.

(TV playing indistinctly)

Sheriff's office! Don't shoot!

I didn't do nothing! I didn't do nothing.

Uh...

he's not as thin and pale as I expected.

Well, that was a fine "how do you do?"

Mmm.

Would've been easy for the killer to use a fake name,

but he had to know that we'd pick up on it real quick.

He takes the name of someone who lives right here in Vegas,

knowing we'd chase him down, waste our time.

He's a smart son of a bitch.

Question is, where is that smart son of a bitch right now?

What's going on here?

Precautionary measure.

Now, how can I help you? I'm a carpet salesman.

I have an appointment with the casino's design executive.

I'm sure I'm on a list or something, somewhere.

I've had this appointment for weeks.

Could you open the case, please, Mr. Lewicki?

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

Enjoy your meeting.

Have a pleasant day.

Okay.

Cota got in touch with Borelli's wife.

Our shipping company should have his body to Chicago

in the next three days for the wake.

We got to get over there.

Well, the way things are going, let's hope to hell

we don't travel the same way as Borelli.

Milwaukee takes out one of my own men

a few blocks from my own place,

and Angelo gives them the Tumbleweed?

In the old days, Chicago would retaliate,

not negotiate. I got Angelo

trying to go too far one way,

and you're going too far the other way.

I'm trying to figure out what down the middle is in this.

Down the middle is our only shot.

It's our only shot.

Drop the gun.

Hey!

No! Wait! Red!

What? Call an ambulance.

All right, stay awake, kid. Stay with me, all right?

All right, just stay awake, stay awake.

Stay with me, now. You're gonna be all right.

Jim, go with him to the hospital.

Send Brogan to pick up his mom, and take her there to meet him.

Come on.

I'll be taking those guns you fired.

They're registered.

Got a shot off at him.

I think I might've got a piece of him.

Listen, for what it's worth,

I'm sorry about the kid.

I hope he makes it.

Shut the hell up.

What, now?

I said shut the hell up.

You're the one who started all this.

Tell your boy to take it easy.

How about I take it outside and whip your ass Hey.

in front of all of Fremont Street?

You've got a badge on. Cool off.

Kid's got heart. That's good.

He's gonna need it if he goes up against Jones.

Jones?

That the man that shot my deputy?

And Borelli, and the Dobbs woman.

What's his full name?

Don't know. No one does.

Don't even know if his name's Jones.

That's just what everybody calls him.

He's a pro's pro.

Been doing hits for Milwaukee since he was a kid,

and he'll keep coming after someone

again and again.

He doesn't quit.

All right.

Give me your arm.

What is this, some kind of a joke?

I get shot at, and you're putting the bracelets on me?

Long as this Jones fella thinks he can get to you,

innocent people are gonna get hurt.

Can't get to you if you're on my hip.

Make a call.

You can't do this. Haven't you heard?

I'm running for sheriff unopposed.

I can do whatever I want.

Ain't no fancy Lincoln,

but I guess it'll have to do.

Watch your head.

I want you to look for this Jones fella.

Call the doctors, hospitals,

and don't forget the veterinarians.

He's probably smart enough to try one

if he's not winged too bad.

We don't even know what he looks like.

We know he's thin and pale

and has a possible gunshot wound.

Start with that.

You go back to the station and start making those calls.

I'll catch up.

What are you still doing here?

I'm not going anywhere.

Milwaukee tried to kill your boss.

This place isn't safe anymore.

Please, get your coat and get out of here.

Oh, you giving orders?

Who are you to tell my daughter anything?

You know who I am, Mr. Rizzo.

Oh, yeah, you're the candy store cop.

Dad...

You can't even keep peace in your own town.

How you gonna protect my daughter?

If you cared about her, you'd want her

out of here, too.

Oh, you gonna tell me how to protect my own daughter?

Dad...

It's all right.

Hop along, Hopalong. Go ahead.

I'll be there in a minute.

I'll be fine.

(insects buzzing)

You mind explaining why you're laying fence

when the whole town is about to explode?

A little manual labor puts the mind at peace.

You people ought to try it.

We did. We built Rome.

Calluses must've worn off.

Come on. You want to cut me loose, get me out of the sun?

I'll go inside the house.

Catch up on your back issues of Field & Stream.

Well, I got a hat for you inside.

What, one of those ten-gallon jobs?

Look good on you.

I'll take the sunburn.

Suit yourself.

REPORTER (on TV): We interrupt our regular programming with breaking news

of today's stunning violence at the Savoy Hotel,

where an unidentified gunman

shot a Clark County sheriff's deputy,

ending with Savoy head Vincent Savino

taken into custody by Clark County sheriffs.

And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

(phone ringing)

Sheriff's.

JONES: Yes, this is the county clerk's office. Who's this?

Deputy Roberts. What can I do for you?

Well, Deputy, we have a matter of some urgency here.

My judge wants to know when to expect Mr. Savino.

We have a very full docket. Well, I don't think

you need to worry about it. Savino won't be showing up.

What are you talking about? He was arrested.

It's, uh, more of a protection situation.

No charges.

Well, my judge won't like the man being held without charges.

Have him take it up with the sheriff.

Lamb's watching over Mr. Savino personally.

Thanks.

I will pass it on.

Yeah. You got it.

WOMAN: Front desk. We have that Milwaukee number for you.

MAN: Yeah? This is Jones.

I will need a few more men.

SAVINO: Hot coffee?

It's 100 degrees outside. I would have put up

some ice tea in the refrigerator if I'd known

I was gonna be having company.

Are you serious

about keeping me here?

Looks that way, don't it?

You should think less

about my hide and think more about yours.

This guy, Jones, is a psycho.

Is that right? Yeah.

And you should be out there right now looking for him

instead of sitting around here having

a cup of this muck with me.

You know, I'm almost offended.

I was thinking we could use this opportunity

to get more acquainted.

Give me your phone.

You can call your lawyer soon enough.

I don't want to talk to my lawyer, damn it.

I want to talk to my wife.

I want to tell her to get out of town.

(ringing)

Yes?

Baby, it's me.

Vincent, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Who's there with you?

Cota. I'm being taken care of.

What happened while I was out?

Where are you?

It doesn't matter. Look, I want you

to get packed. I want you to leave Vegas.

No, Vincent, I'm-I'm safe here. It's okay.

No, you're not.

Look, you wanted no secrets?

I'm telling you I can't protect you right now.

Not with things the way the are.

I could leave tonight.

Good. You remember the drill.

Use the same names we used in Tampa.

Until you hear from me, don't go anywhere

near the house in Chicago.

It might not be safe there, either.

When am I going to see you?

I don't know.

Listen, I got to go.

Watch out for yourself.

I got blisters on my finger from dialing.

But nothing at the hospitals or vets.

Maybe Jones didn't get hit. Well, that would mean

he's still out there looking for Savino.

He's not the only one.

Fella down at the county clerk's called us about what charges

we were filing. Said the judge is getting antsy.

I told him Savino's not even here.

How long ago was this?

About 30 minutes or so.

I was at the clerk's office an hour ago,

and I told everyone we weren't pressing charges.

This guy acted like he didn't know.

What exactly did you tell him?

Well, hell, I don't remember every single word.

The gist of it.

Uh, I-I told him that Mr. Savino's not here,

and that last anybody saw of him,

he was with Sheriff Lamb.

Get the switchboard on the line.

Find out every call that's come in here in the last hour.

That was no county clerk calling.

That was our boy Jones.

(steaks sizzling)

I got rare and rare.

Which one?

No knife?

What's the matter, you don't trust me?

You're catching on.

How am I supposed to eat this steak?

Well, I could cut it up for you

just like your mama used to.

Clearly, you don't cook much.

Oh, I eat to live.

I live to eat.

It shows.

(chuckles)

I eat at the hotel mostly.

It's easier.

Although, now that Laura's in town, we do like to get out.

Check out some of the places in town.

If we ever get out of here,

maybe you and that ADA O'Connell can join us

for a double date.

I'll check my calendar.

Well, I figure it's pretty free

what with your, uh...

your brother out doing his own thing

and your son chasing skirts.

I get by.

Still...

it's got to be lonely in here all by yourself

bouncing off the walls.

You know, it is okay

to have some company out here once in a while.

I can help you with the arrangements

if you're the shy kind.

Does that mouth of yours ever stop moving?

Just trying to help.

I don't think a man should spend all his life alone.

You never did say what happened to your wife.

You want some steak sauce?

Nah, I'm good.

All right, thank you very much.

Uncle Jack.

What do you got?

Operator tracked down a call

from a motel near the county line.

Got the address right here.

I'll drive.

We got the okay?

Yeah.

I hear you.

It'll be over by tonight.

So you must've been the oldest in your unit in Europe.

You got that right.

Wife, young kid,

a few tours under your belt,

you could've been granted a discharge if you wanted.

What are you getting at?

Ah... you asked to stay.

(chuckles) Good for you. A patriot.

What, your wife leave you while you were over there?

(laughs)

Wouldn't be the first time.

She died.

How?

Car accident.

Really? That's a shame.

Quite a shame...

losing her that young.

A war halfway around the world, get that kind of news,

it must have been tough.

You about done?

Thing of it is, uh...

do you ever think, if you had taken

that discharge,

could be your wife sitting here at that table

eating dinner with you instead of just me?

(groans)

I guess you are done.

(phone ringing)

(groans)

This is Lamb.

JACK: Ralph, we're in

a motel room we're pretty sure

Jones was using.

We found a phone book with a map torn out of it.

It's the section where the ranch is.

He's already here.

SAVINO: You're not gonna leave me here, are you?

Best if you stay quiet from now on.

Lamb!

(door opens, shuts)

(tires pop)

We came here for Savino, Sheriff! This ain't about you!

You're on my land, and you're after my prisoner.

(gunshots continue)

(groans)

(gun cocks)

You must be Jones.

You think you can raise that pump action

before I can pull this trigger?

You got me there.

(gunshot)

Damn.

Lamb!

Go around the house, we'll box him in.

(both yelling)

(groans)

(panting)

Think you can reach that handgun before I blow your head off?

Don't tell me you ran out of ammo.

Not quite. (door opens)

Put the rifle down. Easy, Tex.

Believe it or not, we're on the same side in this one.

You okay, Ralph?

Yeah.

What the hell were you thinking, leaving me alone in there?

You could've gotten us both killed.

I just saved your life. How about a thank-you?

How about you go get another butcher block?

Your kitchen's a mess.

The occupation is over.

Yeah, what did MacArthur say?

Uh, "I shall return." Well,

let's hope it's under different circumstances.

Yeah, well, here's to that.

Good night.

You know, you never answered

my father's question.

Which one?

Why are you so interested in protecting me?

I guess I just feel it's something I'd be good at.

* Oh, you're sweet

* So sweet to me

* You're my everything

* You're sweet...

Where is Jones now?

Our friend the sheriff has him in custody.

So it's all over?

Looks like Angelo's calmed things down with Milwaukee.

(door opens)

RIZZO: Oh, Vincent, looks like you

taught Milwaukee a thing or two out there, huh?

I got loud out in the boondocks,

but it all worked out all right.

Angelo.

Since you and your sheriff took out their best man,

Milwaukee's ready to talk.

Nail things down, clear the air.

Wh-What's to clear?

We need to straighten out this Tumbleweed business

once and for all.

Come on, we'll be back in an hour.

ANGELO: Red can stay here with Laura

if you're still worried.

He'll be back in no time.

Come on, let's go.

Let me come with you.

Nah, it's okay.

It'll be fine.

(crickets trilling)

How about that?

We got the whole place to ourselves.

ANGELO: I'm sorry, Vincent.

I love you like a son.

But they buried two of theirs-- we have to make amends.

Milwaukee's a bunch of

five-cent Al Capones.

We don't need to bow down to them.

We have to do what's right.

I'm paying them back with the Tumbleweed.

(door slams) And I'm paying them back

for Cornaro with you.

Everything I did, it was for you.

It doesn't matter.

Bury me deep, will you?

I don't want my kids to see me in the papers.

(gun cocks)

Aah!

He was getting soft.

The old Angelo would have seen

that setup coming.

Relax! Relax.

We need you back at work.

(whispers): What?

Was that okayed?

Of course.

Back home, they didn't like the idea

of him giving the Tumbleweed to Milwaukee.

Now you work for me.

Vegas is mine.

Now, come on, start digging.

I got to get going-- I got people to see.

(sirens blare in the distance)

Hard to argue who had the worst night...

you or me.

We're both still standing.

Yeah, but only one of us has a job.

I lost the election.

Sorry.

You won.

Might have been unopposed, but it's still a victory.

Official verification.

Something tells me it will be fine without me,

but they're gonna need you as sheriff,

whether you like it or not.

Good luck, Ralph.

Hey, Ted.

See you around.

You never know.

Maybe I'll come back.

Vegas is a nice place to visit.

(door slams) (car engine starts)

* Oh, boy, I'm lucky

* I say I'm lucky

* This is my lucky day

To Las Vegas.

To Johnny Rizzo.

ALL: Cheers.

* I'm glad all over

* I want to shout hooray

* Oh, boy, I'm lucky

* I'll say I'm lucky

* This is my lucky day.

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