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YVONNE: I can't believe I'm going there tomorrow

for an audition.

Isn't that amazing?

It sure is.

(whoops)

(giggles)

(band playing jazz music)

Evening, Mr. Reynolds.

Welcome back.

WOMAN: * For the hand of fate

District Attorney Reynolds.

Right this way.

* The odds are too great

Nice to see you again, sir.

Where's Jeanette?

Oh, she got a gig down at the Trop.

But this here's Shirley.

She's a talented girl.

* In this lover's roulette

(sighs) Uh-huh.

(music continues faintly)

Watch it, Cota.

Oh, sorry.

* I'm gambling in my heart

* And my soul

* Yes, I've set my sights

You in some kind of hurry, Counselor?

I'm still the district attorney, you know.

Can't you get someone else to do this?

Not while Agent Byrne has my casino crawling with Feds.

Look around.

* The moon is so right

* I feel lucky tonight

* I'm gambling my heart

Under the circumstances, you either carry your weight,

or you become dead weight.

* If it's your love I win, I'm... *

(music continues faintly)

Unbelievable.

That guy's here every week, never leaves a tip.

Not once.

KATHERINE: This is from the tap in Savino's office.

SAVINO (over tape): Tell Nono I got it handled.

The Sandwich is getting out with the Avocado.

You hungry?

I'm hungry.

We think "Nono" is Frank Novarro, the Chicago boss,

and "The Sandwich" is what they call the skim.

And what's "The Avocado"? What?

Or who?

Well, whoever it is,

he's the one that's getting the skim

past the Feds and out of the Savoy.

I say we bring in Byrne

and the Feds.

See if anyone

in their files goes by that nickname.

If you bring in the Feds,

I-I can't protect Mia.

Do you want to get Savino or not? Yeah, but I....

Then we need to bring in the Feds.

It's our best shot.

She's right, Jack.

(band playing lively jazz music)

MAN: * Aw, yeah

Do me a favor, sweetie.

Keep it close.

Yes, ma'am, you got it.

* Well, it's your town

* And it's my town

* Don't you know

* That you're in Lucky Town

* Throw down the dice

Ready?

* Don't think twice

* Don't you know (cheering)

* That you're in Lucky Town

* Hey!

(cheering)

Who is she?

I don't know. I never seen her before.

(cheering)

She's on a roll. Mm-hmm.

* Don't you know that you're in *

Thank you.

Perry, keep an eye on this for me.

And this is for you.

How about a little something for the girl in the ladies' room?

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Mm.

Hold the fort, will you?

Mm-hmm.

Good evening.

Yes, it is.

Lena.

Vincent.

Why haven't I seen you here before?

You mean, where have I been all your life?

(chuckles) I mean, obviously you know

your way around a casino.

Just surprised I haven't

seen you in the Savoy before.

Well, I'm not from around here.

Haven't been to Vegas in years.

Oh?

What brings you back?

I'm meeting someone.

Someone I haven't seen in a long time.

Well, whoever he is,

he's a very lucky man.

He's not a he.

*

(moaning)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(laughs)

Katherine?

(clears throat)

You know, once the Feds find out about the tap on Savino's phone,

Mia's gonna get caught up in this mess.

I'm not even sure if she's involved in the skim.

Well, then she has nothing to worry about.

Well, the way Byrne's been gunning for her,

I'm not so sure.

Is there anything you can do to, you know, talk to her?

Warn her somehow?

Jack, I can't compromise the investigation.

I know.

I'd do it myself if she'd listen.

Katherine, if there's anything you can do

to help Mia, anything at all...

(sighs)

(water running)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Leaving so soon?

I got to get back to work.

At this hour?

Someone's got to run this place.

You run the Savoy? Yup.

Well, then you must know my daughter.

She works here.

No kidding? What's her name?

Mia Rizzo.

You're Lena Rizzo?

That's impossible.

Lena Rizzo is dead.

(sighs)

Vincent...

do I look dead to you?

Katherine, what are you doing here?

Thought you were finishing up

the Andersen brief. Sorry.

I got distracted.

New developments in the Savino investigation.

Really? What you got?

Got a strong lead on how the skim is getting past

the Feds and out of the Savoy.

How?

Well, the sheriff's department put a tap on Savino's phone.

Here, look at these transcripts.

He keeps mentioning the same guy.

"The Avocado," he calls him.

We think he's the one ferrying the skim

from the Savoy to the Chicago courier.

Huh.

Any idea who this guy is,

this "Avocado" character?

No, not yet, but with the FBI's resources,

it should be just a matter of time before... FBI?

I thought you said this was the sheriff's department.

Lamb decided to bring Byrne and the Bureau in on this.

We can't take any chances.

Are you okay?

What?

Eddie Bade?

The guy nearly kills three people in those B and E's,

and he's up for parole already?

(sighs) Yeah.

Yeah, good behavior-- what you gonna do?

The paper says he made a big spectacle in the court

when you put him away.

Threatened to get his revenge.

Are you worried about him getting out?

Trust me... (chuckles)

Eddie Bade is the last thing I'm worried about.

This place is a madhouse.

I know.

I love it.

Maybe we should go to my meeting

at Capitol Records first and come back here later.

Tommy went through a lot of trouble setting this up,

and I don't want to be late, Dixon.

Relax, I'm gonna get you there on time.

Name, please?

Dixon Lamb.

Here to see Violet Mills.

Is she expecting you?

No, actually.

I'm here to surprise her.

Really? (chuckles)

Pull up here,

make a U-turn at the stop sign,

proceed through the exit gate.

Wait, you're not letting us in?

Nah.

Have a good day.

Great.

Now what?

WOMAN (over P.A.): Background extras, let's go!

Let's go, we need to hurry it up.

(woman continues indistinctly over P.A.)

(laughs)

Mia.

Miss O'Connell.

Please call me Katherine.

I'm glad we ran into each other.

I was hoping we could talk, actually.

I have nothing to say to the district attorney.

I'm not here as an A.D.A., I'm here to talk woman to woman.

Savino's going down.

And it's not a question of if, but when.

Did Jack put you up to this?

I've already told the FBI:

I'm not a rat.

No, you're an educated, professional woman

who works for a very powerful man.

And I also know that sometimes,

you have to do what he tells you to,

whether you think it's all right or not.

Do you think Savino

wouldn't hang you out to dry in a second

if it suited him?

He will not

protect you, Mia.

But I will.

Protect me?

From what? You could be

looking at 25 years on multiple fraud counts.

But not if you tell me the names

of Savino's friends in Chicago. (laughs)

If you were so close to nailing Savino

like you said, you would've already

had those names,

so let me tell you something, Katherine,

woman to woman.

Making empty threats really undermines your authority.

Just a little tip

from one working girl to another.

(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Should have brought my sweater.

Yeah. I told you to go with the spaceman,

but no, you wanted to go with the alien princess.

Here goes nothing.

(knocking)

Dixon! What are you doing here?

(moans)

(panting)

Well, come in. Come in.

Oh, who's that?

DIXON: Oh, that's Yvonne.

Yvonne Sanchez. Hi.

Well, you-you coming in?

Uh, yeah, I-I don't think so.

I have an audition, so, uh...

Yup, coming in.

What are you doing in L.A.?

Turns out, forgetting you ain't so easy to do.

And Yvonne had an audition out here, so...

Well, you said it yourself: every girl deserves a cowboy.

You should have told me you were coming.

Thought you'd be happy to see me.

I am happy. It's just...

with the movie and everything...

You know, we should get going anyway.

We're gonna be late for Capitol Records.

Here, go ahead, take the car.

I'm gonna stay here with Violet.

I can't.

Dixon, I've got plans.

So? Cancel.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Well, sorry to bother you.

Dixon, wait. Don't be like that.

I am happy to see you. I just...

I can't see you tonight.

Okay?

I'll see you out.

MAN: Violet?

Oh. Hi!

Hi. Mmm.

What's the cowboy doing here? VIOLET: Oh.

Dixon is in town with

his girlfriend, Yvonne.

Ah, his girlfriend, huh?

Yup. That's me. Yes, sir.

We're just in town for some auditions,

and my girl here-- she's a hell of a singer.

Well, is that right?

BOTH: Mm-hmm. You know that space picture

we're doing on stage 12? What is that?

That's, uh... We got to talk

to costumes about that, huh?

You know, we really should be going.

Yeah. Wait, wait. Oh.

As long as they're in town,

your friends ought to join us tomorrow night.

I'm having a little get-together at my place.

Nothing fancy. What do you say, huh?

See you tomorrow night.

Terrific. Come on, baby.

Great.

That's wonderful.

Fabulous.

MAN: Hi, Miss O'Connell.

Hey.

Jack, I spoke to Mia.

Yeah? And?

She wasn't very interested in what I had to say.

I'm sorry. I tried.

Katherine? I just got a call from a neighbor

reporting a possible break-in at your boss's house.

You seen Reynolds? No.

I'll call him at his office and tell him

to meet us there. Already did that.

Secretary said she hadn't seen him all morning.

That's strange. Let's take a ride.

Yeah.

If the D.A. gets robbed, is that irony or just bad luck?

It's bad something. Look at that.

You stay here.

(door creaks)

Reynolds?

KATHERINE: Jack's next door

talking to the neighbor.

Oh, my God, is that blood?

Damn sure is.

We got something more than just a simple

breaking and entering here. JACK: Neighbor saw a powder blue

Ford tearing out of here right after hearing a commotion.

They get the plate number?

She's saying there were no plates.

Well, then the kidnapper must have taken them off.

You think Reynolds was kidnapped?

We got a break-in, we got signs

of a struggle, we got blood,

but no body.

We got a strange car fleeing the scene.

Who'd want to kidnap Reynolds?

Eddie Bade.

Reynolds put him away

for a string of armed robberies.

He was paroled on good behavior.

Got out a couple days ago.

All right, Jack, get on the radio,

tell them we're looking for a parolee

by the name of Eddie Bade driving that powder blue Ford,

and we think he may have Reynolds.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Mia, this is Lena, friend of ours from Florida.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

What's this about?

(sighs)

Mia, um...

I'm your mother.

Hmm. My mother's dead.

I know that's what he told you.

My mother is dead.

I'm so sorry.

This must be a tremendous shock for you. I... I...

I brought these, um,

baby pictures, your birth certificate.

I figured you'd want proof.

My mother left when I was two and died shortly after.

No, that's not what really happened.

As far as I'm concerned, it is.

And even if you are

who you say you are--

a mother who abandons her own child, doesn't call,

doesn't write, doesn't visit, nothing...

...and she's not dead,

well, she might as well be.

It's not that simple.

With your father, nothing was. (gasps)

He thought I was cheating on him.

Were you?

No.

I swore to him up and down

on my mother's grave.

What good is that?

For all we know,

your mother could be secretly alive, too.

Anyway, Johnny didn't believe me.

Told me to get lost.

Said that if I ever tried to see you or contact you again,

he would kill me.

I had good reason to believe him.

Oh, for your sake, Mia,

I hope he changed.

I hate to think of you growing up

without a mother, and a father like that.

Why are you here?

I know what it's like to be alone.

No family, no one to rely on but yourself.

I just wanted you to know that you're not alone in this world.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(band playing lively jazz music)

You have to see it.

(laughs)

This is incredible.

(song ends, applause)

Dixon! Here he is.

So glad you could make it.

(band playing soft Latin music) And Yvette, right?

Hardly recognize you out of your costume.

That's "Bésame Mucho."

Actually, it's Abel Cervantes.

Kid's the next Desi Arnaz.

Just signed him to a three-picture deal.

Excuse me. Be right back.

Sure. Merv?

(whispers): Meet me in the cabana.

"Bésame Mucho" is the name of the song, not the singer.

* Bésame mucho *

This was my grandma's favorite bolero.

* Como si fuera esta la noche la última vez *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte después *

* Bésame *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Bésame mucho *

* Como si fuera esta la noche la última vez *

BOTH: * Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

(moaning)

* Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez *

No, we shouldn't be doing this.

Not here. It's too dangerous.

Oh, I love dangerous.

(moaning)

* Oh, bésame... *

Oh, no, no, no. I should go,

before Barry gets suspicious. You know,

you really ought to stop thinking about old Barry

so much.

Let's see what we can do to take your mind off that, huh?

(moaning) * Que tengo *

* Miedo perderte *

* Perderte *

* Después. *

(song ends)

(applause, cheering)

BARRY: Beautiful job.

Your boyfriend was right.

You are a hell of a singer.

Thank you. Wonderful voice.

Now, listen, I'm casting a new musical.

I want you to audition for me.

Come by my office tomorrow at 3:00.

All right? I'd...

We've got a situation.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Some guy over there in the bushes taking pictures.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

Wait a minute, guys. Guys. Oh. Oh!

MAN: You like taking pictures?! PHOTOGRAPHER: Wait.

Come on. (groans) Oh, geez.

(groans)

I see you around here taking pictures,

I'll break your legs.

(punches landing)

Well, thank you very much.

Thank you.

Was that Bade's sister?

Yup. She confirmed

that he's been staying there ever since he got out, but...

he hasn't been home since day before yesterday.

Huh.

Got any leads on that blue Ford?

I got to thinking, what if whoever was

driving that Ford didn't remove the plates?

What if he never had them to begin with?

It's a new car.

So, I called Don Munroe over at Munroe Ford.

And guess who bought a powder blue Fairlane,

in cash, day before yesterday.

Eddie Bade. Eddie Bade.

All right, everybody, listen up.

I want Eddie Bade's mug shot and a photo of Reynolds sent out

to every newspaper and TV station in town.

Tell them the disappearance of the district attorney is now

officially a missing persons case,

and that Eddie Bade is the prime suspect.

Get on it!

Looks like Katherine was right.

Okay.

Come on, baby, come on.

Hard ten! Yes!

(applause, cheering)

You're a real good luck charm.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Uh, aren't you forgetting something?

(sighs) Yeah.

Oh, come now.

Don't be stingy.

Here you go, Bobby. Thanks.

Thank you, Miss Lena.

SAVINO: Her story checks out.

I made a couple of calls.

Way I hear it, she'd show up

every couple of years, check to see

if Johnny had changed his mind about letting her see you.

Course, he never did. I can't believe

that's my mother.

I'm standing here right now

looking at my mother.

(chuckles) You'll be okay.

People like you and me, we always end up okay.

Something's rotten with The Avocado.

Come on.

MAN (over TV): ...spokesman for Sheriff Lamb identified

this man, recent parolee Eddie Bade,

as the prime suspect in the disappearance of Clark County

District Attorney Jerry Reynolds.

Anyone with information regarding this case

is asked to call the sheriff's department hotline...

All right, I'll call you back.

Tony Boy says Reynolds never showed last night.

Which means the skim never made it back to Chicago.

SAVINO: Nono's already pissed off

about the FBI busting the skim, now this?

So what do we do?

You're my second in command.

What do you think?

I think I call Paulie Shells, have him

front us the cash until we find out

what happened to Reynolds and the skim.

Nono and them will get their money

by this time tomorrow. You just tell me

who's supposed to get what, and I'll take care of it.

(safe clicks)

Names, dates, everything you need right there.

Once you get done with that, I want you to put word out

on the street that I'm looking for Reynolds.

And my money.

$25. Cash up front.

That's just the basics.

Extras are extra. Extras?

Whips, chains, handcuffs...

No handcuffs.

Hmm.

JACK: Eddie Bade?

Yeah.

You're under arrest.

But we're outside Clark County lines; I didn't break any laws.

Not for solicitation.

For kidnapping.

Kidnapping? What?

What are you talking about?

Ma'am.

(door closes)

So, you're buying cars...

hitting the cathouse.

(chuckles) You just been

enjoying your freedom, haven't you, Eddie?

I didn't break any laws.

Oh, you been in there a long time, so tell me,

where'd you get all that money

to have all that fun?

Reynolds gave it to me.

Now, why in the hell would he do that?

All I know is,

he showed up at my sister's place,

a-and I thought he was gonna shake me down

for some of my old contacts or something.

Instead, he hands me a stack of cash,

says all I got to do is buy a car

and drop it off at his house.

Did he say why he needed the car? No.

Just to buy it in my name. Then he told me

to get out of town, so I did.

Straight across the county line to the first brothel.

A man has needs.

I didn't break any laws.

You mentioned that.

So can I go?

Yeah, you can go.

Just don't leave town.

So Reynolds staged his own kidnapping?

BYRNE: I think I know why.

We know from the phone transcripts

that Savino told his contact,

"The towels never made it to the Laundromat."

In other words,

the skim was never delivered.

So what does that have to do with Reynolds,

Agent Byrne?

The surveillance reports show that

your D.A. has been making

regular visits to the Savoy for weeks.

I'm thinking that maybe he was

the one that picked up the towels.

Wait, you think Reynolds was in on the skim?

He was at the Savoy just before he disappeared.

So when you told him about the bug,

he panicked, he took Savino's money

and he took off. And then he framed Eddie Bade

to throw all of us off the scent. Yeah.

KATHERINE: I can't believe this.

Reynolds, The Avocado?

(sighs)

That's...

not what Savino

was saying at all.

I picked up

a little Italian in the war.

He was saying "avvocato."

With a "T."

It means "lawyer."

What's Italian for "vanished into thin air"?

KATHERINE: Okay.

If Reynolds is on Savino's payroll,

then he would have cash on hand-- lots of it.

He didn't even have a safe in his house.

So he stashed it.

We find the money, we find him.

How you gonna do that?

You think the D.A.'s hiding

his dirty money down at the local bank?

No.

Not the local bank.

Hello, Counselor.

(sighs)

So all this time we've been working to bring down Savino,

and you have thwarted us

at every turn.

My God, Jerry,

how many bodies are out there in the desert because of you?

Starting with Sheriff Clyde Olson.

RALPH: Well, my money says

this started way before Clyde.

Good luck proving it.

No, we don't need luck.

Once a jury hears that the man they elected

to protect them from criminals became one himself...

Savino threatened me, Katherine; I had no choice.

Do not play the victim with me.

You obviously don't know

what he's capable of.

You obviously don't know

what I'm capable of.

You're going away, Counselor,

for the rest of your life.

And that may not be too long, because convicts,

they don't tend to play nice

with the fellas that put them away.

It's gonna be real rough in there for you.

BYRNE: Unless...

...you continue to work for Savino,

and you report back to us his criminal activity.

Oh, wait a minute, Byrne.

We didn't discuss this. I'm listening.

I want names.

Names of all his associates back in Chicago.

Are you kidding me?

He disappeared with the skim, and you expect him

to walk back into Savino's office

like nothing ever happened?

Savino's a lot of things,

but he's not stupid.

I understand the risks.

He understands the risks.

What do you think, Katherine?

I think considering the damage he's done,

it's the least he could do.

DIXON: You are gonna knock Silver's socks off.

Do me a favor.

Knock them off slow-- I want plenty of time with Violet.

Dixon, you're better than this.

And you deserve better than a girl who makes you

sneak around behind her boyfriend's back.

Why do you care? We're just having fun.

Not like you know anything about having fun.

I know what I see, and you are in

way over your head with this girl.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

Yvonne, you are not my mother

and this ain't my first rodeo.

WOMAN: Go on in. YVONNE: Thank you.

(door slides open)

SILVER: Yvonne.

Is that...

Mussolini?

Sure is.

Are you Italian? Mexican.

Mexican. Mm-hmm.

I prefer Italian.

You work here, that's what you'll be.

Ever hear of Rita Hayworth?

Of course.

What about Margarita Carmen Cansino?

No. Who is she?

Same girl.

She's who Rita was before Harry Cohn

got his hands on her.

Imagine that. Cheers.

(chuckles)

Point is,

it's not where you start, it's where you end up.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, so, will there be an accompanist?

Uh, no, no.

It's just you and me.

But I thought this was an audition.

It is.

Do you know why my pictures are hits?

No.

Because I know what the public wants.

But for them to want you, I have to want you.

So...

...make me want you.

I think I should go.

What? Worried about what your boyfriend might say?

Hmm?

Ah, he's not really your boyfriend, is he?

Is he? Come on.

You think I don't know about him and Violet, huh?

Uh, I'm leaving.

(grunts) Not so fast.

Not so fast, you little puta.

I...

(chuckles)

Get over here! Come here!

(laughs) (panting)

You like it tough?

You like it rough, huh?

(panting): No. No. No.

(grunts)

I don't care how it happened-- I want my money.

MIA: Mr. Jenkins, what seems

to be the problem? I am missing

three $5,000 chips. That's...

$15,000. I know.

What happened?

I say she shorted me.

She says the chips were stolen.

Either way, the Savoy is responsible.

I deserve to be made whole.

Susan, give Mr. Jenkins three $5,000 chips,

and write it up as a marker

under my name.

Is there anything else we can do for you?

You can get to the bottom of this so it doesn't happen again.

Oh, I assure you, I will.

Thank you, Miss Rizzo.

Now, didn't your father teach you any manners?

It's customary to ask permission

before rifling through someone else's drawers.

Oh?

And what's Emily Post's position on grand theft?

Hey, I made a lot of money for that guy Jenkins.

Way I see it, I'm just taking my cut.

That's funny, I don't think Vincent Savino

will see it that way.

Or Sheriff Lamb.

(groans)

Honey, don't kid yourself.

You and I, we're in the same line of work.

The only difference is, I work for myself.

You steal on behalf of gangsters who will turn on you

the minute you so much as look at them wrong.

Well...

this is shaping up to be quite the family reunion.

Mia, I want to know you.

And I want you to know me.

Well, this is me. Take it or leave it.

I'm gonna need time to think about that.

I'm no mother.

And I won't pretend to offer maternal advice.

But I will tell you one thing: protect yourself.

Because they sure

as hell won't protect you.

I ought to know.

I'm gonna have to tell Vincent about these.

(knocking on door)

Well, then you're in luck.

You rea...?

Mia.

Will you be joining us this evening?

Actually, uh...

I was just leaving.

Hey, Georgie.

You know, for a woman who hasn't been in Vegas in years,

you certainly are friendly with all these high-rollers.

(scoffs) They're not my friends.

More like business associates.

Is that what this is-- you and me-- just business?

I'd say the other night was more about pleasure, wouldn't you?

(chuckles)

Anyway, the way I see it,

my business is good for your business.

Couldn't agree more.

I bring the players to your casino...

And you keep them here, spending more and more money.

Exactly. Everybody wins.

Well, not everyone.

But you certainly make them feel like winners,

and that's quite a skill.

What's the matter?

Those towels you're looking for--

I think I found them.

I'm so sorry, Lena. I got to cut this short.

No apologies. Business comes first.

I understand.

(sighs)

(muffled speech)

(muffled): Thank God.

(muffled): I've been here for hours.

(muffled): Untie me!

(sighs) God.

(groans)

Where's my money?

I've got it. Don't worry.

Now hurry up and untie me.

Always in a rush, Counselor.

Hey, Bade could walk through that door any minute.

What's a Bade?

That's the guy who grabbed me.

I paid him off to keep him from killing me.

I had to wire him every cent from my bank

in Elko, but for all I know, he could walk through that door

any minute, looking to put a bullet in my head.

Might be the easy way out for you.

COTA: What kind of name is Bade?

What is that, French?

Now untie me, would you?

For God's sake, Vincent, what... what are you waiting for?

The skim is just sitting there in my driveway,

burning a hole in the trunk of my car.

Your trunk? You got to be kidding me.

Don't they teach you about crime in law school?

(Cota grunts, Reynolds sighs)

(knife clicks)

(sniffles)

It's about time.

You're welcome.

(knocking on door)

(door creaks)

Hey, there you are.

Waited outside Silver's office for about an hour.

What the hell happened?

I took a taxi.

What's this? You're leaving?

Yup.

I'm driving home tonight.

You can come with me or not. I don't care.

Look, Yvonne, if this is about what I said earlier, I'm sorry.

Not everything is about you, Dixon!

Who did that to you?

Nobody.

Let me see that.

Who did this to you, huh?

Silver.

Oh, my God, Barry did that?

I'm gonna kill him. No, no, no. Dixon, wait.

You don't understand what kind of man he is.

That tells me everything I need to know

about what kind of man he is.

You do not want to make an enemy of him.

The man has his own police force, for God's sake.

YVONNE: I saw them, Dixon, last night at the party.

They caught a photographer in the bushes,

and then smashed his camera across his face.

I'm not scared of him.

I am. If you go after him,

he could take it out on me.

He bought it hook, line and sinker.

Reset the skim for later tonight.

BYRNE: Get names. I want to know

who that money is going to in Chicago.

Otherwise, there's no deal.

I know what you need. I'm a district attorney.

Not anymore.

Where's the meeting at? The usual spot.

The mausoleum, Woodlawn Cemetery.

I don't like it. It's isolated.

There's only one road in and out of that place.

Tail's gonna have to stay at least a mile back.

No, no, no. You put a tail on me, you blow my cover.

BYRNE: He's right.

Sheriff, I put

word on the street and got Savino to that motel

in a matter of hours without any suspicion.

The wheels of this thing are in motion, okay?

Let's not gum up the works now.

Well, God forbid I stand in the way of progress.

(sighs)

*

*

What happened to your date?

Duty called.

Oh, men like Savino-- business always comes first.

You ought to know that by now.

Mickey, her drinks are on me.

(door creaks)

(echoing): Hello?

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

This the guy who kidnapped you?

Yeah, that's him.

(muffled): No!

Shut up!

Then you do the honors.

Are you cr-crazy, Vincent? I'm the district attorney.

I can't kill a man in cold blood.

Is that it?

Or is it that you can't kill an innocent man?

Because you say he kidnapped you,

but Mr. Bade here tells us a different story.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Believe me, I'm telling you the truth, Vincent.

Then prove it.

(Bade groaning)

(groaning)

I'm sorry.

(gun clicks)

SILVER: * I've got the world on a string *

* Sitting on *

* A rainbow

* Got the string around my finger *

* What a world, what a life

* I'm in lo...

(gasps)

(groans)

* I got a song that I sing Please. No!

* I can make the rain go

* Any time I move my finger

No, no, no.

No more. No! No!

* Lucky me (grunting)

* Can't you see I'm in love?

* Life is a beautiful thing

* As long as I hold the string

* I'd be a silly so and so

* If I should ever let it go

Any word on Reynolds?

Not yet.

Hot off the presses.

* I've got the world on string

* Sitting on a rainbow

* Got the string around my finger *

* What a world...

SAVINO: Yeah, I took care of it.

The towels made it out.

But the avvocato didn't.

* Hey, now

* I'm so in love.

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