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Previously on Vegas:

Plane just scattered my herd.

What am I supposed
to do about that?

Where this town is headed,
Ralph, you take the money

or you get the shaft.
I made my choice.

You don't like it,
move your ranch.

BENNETT:
Send a car to this man's ranch.

His name is Lamb.
Ralph Lamb.

You got yourself
a new job, Sheriff.

COTA:
Vincent Savino in the flesh.

I used to see him
in the neighborhood

until they sent him
to run Havana.

We're here for Perrin.

Unless you have
a search warrant,

I suggest you
and your boys

get the hell
out of my casino.

I'm the law here, Mr. Savino.

And I will decide
who's breaking it.

(gasps)
You 'bout done?

REPORTER:
Robert Perrin is being
transferred today

from Clark County Jail.

It is believed Mr. Perrin's
lawyers may have cut a deal

with the feds
in exchange for information

about his organized crime ties
in Las Vegas.

(reporters clamoring)

Hey, Ronnie, you just came back
from the Olympics in Rome.

What are you first
impressions of Vegas?

You know, it's been such
a whirlwind since Rome,

I barely know where I'm at.

On the bus ride over,
all the women and cars,

I'm pretty sure I'm
not back home in Utica.

(all laugh)

With Cassius in Kentucky

training for his
first prizefight...

which one of you is
gonna go pro next?

It depends
on what you're offering.

Last question,
last question for Tommy!

America wants to know
what it felt like

to knock out the Russian
and bring home the gold.

You really think it feels
different to punch a Russian

than a Korean or an Italian?
You want to know

a punch that would feel good?

Let's start with the creep
who refused to serve Ray

breakfast this morning.
Or how about the...?

Knocking out the Russian made me
proud to be an American.

Thanks. See you guys
at the exhibition round.

(reporters clamoring)

I wonder how much
it costs

to have somebody burn
your food around here.

Four dollars,
and it's a bargain.

Clay Winthrop.

I write for the
Star Reader.

I'm working on a column
about you.

New cowboy sheriff.

He hires his brother
and his son as deputies.

"Two pieces of metal
tell the story of the man:

"The shiny tin star
he wears on his chest

"and the silver Arcadian
belt buckle,

dulled by years of wear
on his 2,000-acre ranch."

It's a regular buckle.

Looks like a dolphin.

It's a bronco.
Okay, regardless,

I would love to sit and talk
with you a little bit.

Sorry I'm late.

Evening, Katherine.
You look nice.

Sounds like you've got it all
figured out already.

Can't wait to read it.

I'll just say it.
The D.A.'s office isn't

pursuing charges in
Bob Perrin's death.

But you know
Savino's behind it.

And you know there isn't
any no evidence to prove

that that explosion
was anything

other than
an industrial accident.

Guy's been in town
less than a month.

We like him for the murder

of a federal witness,
two federal agents,

and the last sheriff
of Clark County; you're saying

we can't do anything?
That's not what
I'm saying.

SAVINO:
What do you think?

I wanted you
to see this.

I got a tip Mr. Savino
is hosting his friends.

That's Angelo LaFratta,
the head of the Chicago outfit.

They're in town to see what
Savino's done with the Savoy.

My tax dollars at work.

A bottle of your best champagne
for my friends here.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

Conversation must be
fascinating.

Actually, we were just talking
about Bob Perrin.

Oh, that's a tough one.

Those construction sites--
they can be a deathtrap.

Good seeing you.

He can tell we don't have
anything on him.

That's because we don't.

Now. Perrin died because
he knew things about Angelo

and the whole Southside that
could put them away forever.

There's got to be other people
who know those things.

I've been doing some research
back at the office

if you want to see it.

Getting crowded
in here anyway.

Oysters? In the desert?

Fat Tony has them flown in
from the coast every morning.

They're delicious.
Try 'em.

(groans)
Trust me.

Huh?
Mmm.

I want to show you something.

This high roller over here?

He enjoys playing
high-stakes keno with us.

Now, every hour
he's on the floor,

we pull in
two Gs minimum.

God bless.
Here's the catch.

The lovely young lady
he's sitting with
likes to eat fancy.

Now, if he wants
to take her out

for anything other
than a cheeseburger,

he's got to leave
the Savoy.

As soon as he's
out the door,

he takes his money
with him.

If we had a place like this
at the Savoy,

he stays in our house
and we keep his money.

What do you
think, Red?

I think it's a good idea.

Well, if it's such a good idea,

why didn't you think of it
when you ran the joint?

Drink it!
Tell me how that tastes

like a dry martini.
Go ahead!

No, no. That's a sip.

Drink it!
Hey!

Mine's wrong, too.

What's the matter?
I have to draw you a picture?

(glass breaks)
Oh!

Look what you did!

(quietly):
Don't worry about it.
He's a hothead.

Get out of here!

Johnny, I'm sorry.
You good?

Yeah, I'm all right.
Don't worry about it.

Hey, get my friend a drink.
Make sure it's right.

Thank you, Vinny.
Sure.

Now about the
restaurant idea...

You want your restaurant,
you talk to Johnny.

He's good with numbers.

He likes it,
we'll work out the details

on the way home.

KATHERINE:
Johnny Rizzo...

loan shark.

His daughter runs the count room
at the Savoy.

Word is there's bad blood

between him and Savino,
but Rizzo--

he's the top earner.

Thousands of dollars in interest
come into the bosses

as a result of his loans.

No one can touch him
because he's the only one

who knows where the money is.

And because of that influence,

he has Angelo's ear.

It's an important ear to have:
he's the boss.

Below him, the lieutenants,
all with equal ranking.

Dino Francella runs
the north side,

Jimmy Aversani runs the south.

Prostitution, gambling,

unions are all under
their control.

Loan-sharking, racketeering.

If they're doing it in Chicago,
they'll be doing it here.

KATHERINE:
They'll be pushing

local business owners around,
extorting them.

We need to figure out
their finances

and prove that they're
laundering money.

Elephants.
You know how you eat 'em?

One bite at a time.

Any of these gentlemen have

any outstanding warrants
in Clark County?

No, but the last time
Johnny Rizzo was in town,

he went to town with a dice rake
on a dealer's face.

Guy lost his eye.

Gaming Commission put him
in the Black Book.

That means he can't play
at the Savoy.

He can't play anywhere
in the state.

Somebody ought to let
Mr. Savino know this fact.

* Well, there were three guys
dancing the Mambo *

* Three guys ballin' the jack

* And all the rest
really did their best... *

Tommy!

Hey, champ!

(tires screech, horn blares)
Hey!

Hey!
Somebody call for help!

JACK:
Name's Tommy Carroll.

Olympic boxer.

Yeah. Guy goes to Rome,

punches his way to gold,
flies here, and he's dead

in less than a day.

Tell me somebody saw something.

Well, we got a couple says

they saw him stumble
out of an alley

around 6:00 a.m.,
but that's all we got.

Tommy!

Tommy!

Hey, son, son,
you can't do anything!

Come here! Come here!
Come here! Calm down!

You're on the team
with Tommy.
Yeah.

What's your name?

Ray Humphries.

I'm Sheriff Lamb.
Sorry about your friend.

What happened?

We don't know yet.

Looks like somebody got
the jump on him.

When was the last time
you saw Tommy?

Last night.
We went to dinner.

Barbecue.
What'd you do after dinner?

We went to the hotel.
DIXON:
Hey, Pop.

Found this over by the trash
bins near McCall's.

Figure Tommy got hit with it
in the alley,

and then stumbled out
onto Fremont.

What the hell?

Stop! Sheriff's
Department! Stop!

Hey! Hey! Get him
off of me! Help!

Son of a bitch
killed Tommy!

Sit him down!
Sit down!

Now, do you know
that he killed Tommy

or do you think he did?
I know.

Parasite's been following us

all over the country
trying to sign Tommy.

Tommy knew he was a crook!
Told him so yesterday!

Then they got into it
pretty bad.

Got into it how?
Ask him.

Tommy tuned him up so bad,

he said he was gonna kill him
the next time he saw him!

Don't you run on me.

You gonna arrest
that animal or what?

He just assaulted me.

I want you to tell me
what happened with Tommy.

It was a business conversation.

I'm a licensed fight promoter.
I can talk

to an boxer I want.

I'd love to hear all about it...
downtown.

Now turn around,
put your hands on the counter.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

If you want to do this
the easy way,

you'll turn around,
put your hands on the counter.

What do we have here?

Looks a lot like
Tommy's gold medal.

We're all going downtown.

I'll see you at the station.

Got to talk to Savino.

Over at the bar, we're gonna
try out a slot machine.

If it works,
we'll add more.

Over here I've just introduced
the baccarat table.

It's a European game.

Just came over
from Monte Carlo.

Makes the poor saps
feel like they're cultured

while they're lining
our pockets.

You got shortages and overages
in the same count,

and your fill slips
are so sloppy I still don't know

who signed out for what.
I'm sorry.

JOHNNY:
There she is.

Go easy on the man.
Dad...

Who knew a daughter of yours
could be such a hard-ass?

What do you think?

Can she run
a count room or what?

The first week's skim
was perfect, young lady.

Thank you.

Got Ethel Rosenberg
over there.

You know what
they do to spies?

Shut up.

Pardon me, but I really should
get back to the count rooms.

Why don't you
take a break?

Spend some time
with your father.

Have a nice time.
You raised a hard worker.

Yeah, who knows?

Maybe one day,
she'll run the Savoy, Vinny.

Who knows?

Sheriff Lamb,
can I offer you a room?

Considering how much time
you're spending in my casino.

I'm here to keep the peace.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, I'm looking at him.

Johnny Rizzo.

Man's in the Black Book.

He belongs on the next plane.

Look, I know you're new, but
it does help to read the law.

Mr. Rizzo can stay here.

He just can't play
on the gaming floor.

I know the law.

If I were you,

I'd have him on
the next plane.

You want to tell us where
you got that gold medal?

I got it from Tommy.

Hell of a gift.

MAN:
Oh, wasn't a gift.

He sold it to me.

You got to do
better than that.

He comes to the bar,
needed the cash bad.

Took whatever was
in my wallet-- $211.

JACK:
He made ten times that

for his first pro fight.

Drug addicts aren't
so great with the math.

I met with Tommy

yesterday morning
after his workout.

He goes to put his gloves
away in his bag,

I see some needles.

I threatened to out him
if he didn't

sign with me; that's why
the kid tried to clobber me.

Then two hours later, he's
coming to me desperate for cash.

You tell me
why he needed the money.

Any idea why a gold medal-
winning boxer would be on dope?

Maybe that's how
he won the medal.

I never knew
that you lassoed

a purse snatcher.

(growls)

Guy made you out to be the Pope.

Must be the
funny hat.

I don't know how you do
all that skim business.

It's just math.

Figuring out how much
to take off the top

without the Feds getting
wise-- that's hard work.

Ask me, they're not
paying you enough.

Us enough.

I'm doing fine.

When you was a baby, I
used to bring in the milk

from the front porch
every morning,

dip your finger in
that cream on the top.

Oh, you loved it.

That's what we
should be doing.

Taking a little bit

off the top ourselves,
you and me.

Whack it up between us.

Nobody needs to know.

Oh, look who it is!

El Presidente.

(chuckles)

Sorry to interrupt.

There's something
we need to talk about.

Down on the floor,
I was here in '46

when this place was a saloon.

Nobody's gonna tell me
where to go in my own casino.

I understand.

You get caught by the
Gaming Commission,

they can yank
our license.

So, in the spirit of avoiding
that unpleasantness...

your own personal casino.

What, no craps table?

Not bad.

(sighs)

Look, while I
have you here,

there's a couple of things
I want to discuss

with you about the casino.

Dry martini.

Yeah, the French
restaurant.

Angelo told me all about it.

The restaurant's
just for starters.

Dress shops, golf course.

I want an arena.

An arena?

Tonight, 3,000
potential gamblers

will be down at the Convention
Center for the fights.

Afterwards, there'll be
a long line for cabs,

so those gamblers will walk
to the nearest casino.

Repeat every night there's an
event at the Convention Center--

62 nights a year.

The boss don't want to pay
for a restaurant.

What do you think, sweetheart?

Should I tell him to pay
for an arena, too?

It's unconventional.

Some would say foolish.

Like sending your daughter
back east to go to college.

Or walking down Fremont

in '46 and seeing that if you
swept the sawdust off the floor

and laid down some carpet,

you could make some
real money in this town.

Now that's a martini.

I'll talk to the boss.

I understand why you wanted
me to come with you.

You know my dad is more likely
to say yes if I'm in the room.

Your father's too smart

to be influenced
by something like that.

In Chicago, nobody's talking
about the future of Vegas.

As long as the envelopes keep
coming, they don't have to.

If you get what
you're looking for,

every casino will have to adapt
or they'll go out of business.

You could change this city.

(elevator bell dings)

I'm just trying to keep my job.

Of course he had needles
in his bag.

I was giving him painkiller
injections in his neck.

What for?

The blow he took
from the Russian.

(chuckles)

I can still hear
that sound.

It's like

a stick snapping.

Thought he might be dead.

Kid never was the same
after that.

He could barely turn his head
without those shots.

Never kept him from
getting in the ring.

That's why these young boys want
to fight tonight, in his honor.

Tommy would've
wanted it.

You ever see him
take any other drugs?

Who says he did?

Garrity?

Man's a liar
and a criminal.

JACK:
Not arguing with that.

Vegas has a way of bringing out
a man's impulsive side.

Next time you leave me
high and dry,

maybe we can work out some kind
of high sign or semaphore.

Excuse me for being rude.

You get anything
more out of them?

No. Other than Tommy
was just about to sign

a bunch of endorsement deals
with Madison Avenue

so him needing money
doesn't add up.

You recognize where
this comes from?

No.

But I think we both know
someone who will.

You check your coat
here a lot?

Oh, once or twice.

Hey, Dixon!

Once or twice?

Excuse me, miss.

Can you help me out
with this?

Figured someone would be
picking this up today.

Didn't think it'd be
a bunch of ranch hands.

Let's see what we got here.

$211.

Some kind of code?

Well, looky here.

What'd he need that for?

The boxer?
The one that got killed?

Yeah.

That was him
who dropped the bag off?

His name was Tommy Carroll.

He was cute.

A little sweaty.

And pale.

He seemed nervous.

Any idea what this means?

You could write it on your card,

and I'll give you a call
if I think of something.

Our number's
in the phone book, ma'am.

Says Tommy ripped
the claim ticket in half.

Told her either
he or a friend

would come pick up the bag.

Bartender saw him
use the phone.

Could've been calling that
friend to tell him it was here.

Well, whoever was
supposed to pick it up

could still show.

Maybe give us an idea
as to why Tommy needed the gun.

So, I'll stay.

Guy will sniff you out
in a second.

I'll stay.

WOMAN:
Hey, Dixon!

Hi, Dixon.

Always putting the job first.

How charitable.

(film projector rattling)

Hell of a fight.

Takes heart to take a punch
like that and still get up.

Did it his whole life.

His dad used to take the belt
to him and his mom every night.

And every morning, she promised
they would run away together,

but she died before they could.

So Tommy had to learn
how to fight.

He had a thing for the strong
picking on the weak.

You want to tell me

what your friend
needed with a gun?

Not to kill a man.

He can do that
with his fists.

Hell, that Russian
cracked his vertebrae,

Tommy still got up
and knocked his ass out.

Now, one more punch like that,

and the doctor said
he could be paralyzed.

Trainer never said anything
about a broken neck.

Tommy didn't tell Boffa half

of what was wrong
with him.

The guy barely let me fight
with asthma.

I got to take
one of these every day.

Tommy knew there was no way
he'd be allowed in the ring

if he told Boffa about
how bad his neck was.

It was between him
and his private doctor.

But he told you.

And I tried to talk
some sense into him.

The thing about Tommy...

the way he came up,

he wasn't gonna back down
for nothing or nobody.

You from New Orleans, JB?

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

Let me ask you something.

You suck the heads
out of those crawfish?

Best part, sir.

That's disgusting.

Six makes 13.

And that's a bust.

Congratulations, sir.

Every time
I double down tonight, I win.

It's your night, sir.

How come you don't deal
that card off the top?

That jack's off the bottom.

What am I, a child?

You have to let me win?

And eight makes 21.

Congratulations.

(screams)

I'm sure you've seen things
I can only imagine.

One night, we have this
amateur striptease contest.

Mm-hmm.

The winner-- by the end,

this clown is
just wearing his boots

and a cowboy hat
covering his you-know-what.

I won ten dollars, didn't I?

The bag is gone.

I told you to come get me,

I'd be just a minute.
I know.

I went to get a pack
of cigarettes,

and I'm so sorry.
I came back and it was...

gone.

(groans)

Call our guy.

You're gonna be
all right.

RIZZO:
My suit's ruined.

I'll take care of it.

You want to explain to me
what happened to my best dealer?

You think you can slip
a mechanic by me?

You think I need your
help to win at cards?

I don't know nothing about that.

Maybe you got lucky.

Lucky?

What am I? A jerk?

You think you're
gonna get my okay

by feeding me a couple peanuts
like I'm a monkey?

I'm going downstairs to play.

Gaming Commission
gets wind of this...

So, we'll wet
the commissioner's beak.

Whatever it costs,
it'll be worth it,

so long as he backs
the expansion.

Get someone to
clean up this carpet.

Come on, Tommy.
What does that mean?

"Last U.S. 7."

How many men on the boxing team?

Nine.

You know, Hoover Dam's

one of the seven wonders.

Last one built.

Maybe there's something in that.

Yeah, a big wall
and a lot of water.

Oh, well, I'm sorry,
Professor Lamb.

I didn't realize
you'd mastered code-breaking

in your three weeks as sheriff.

Sheriff, line 1,
bellman at the Savoy.

He'll be with you
in just a moment.

Sheriff Lamb.

I'll be right there.

Rizzo's back on the floor.

I messed up.

Bag's gone.

I'm sorry.

YVONNE:
Who's going to Tucson?

"LASTUS7."

You know, my cousin,
she lives in Nogales,

but whenever she visits,
she leaves on the 7:00 bus

from Las Vegas to Tucson.

"Las," Las Vegas,

to "Tus,"

Tucson, at 7:00.

We were supposed
to know that?

Clark County Sheriff.

Please remain seated.

JACK:
Is that your bag, ma'am?

DEALER:
A winner!

Excuse me, sir.

Clark County Sheriff, I'm gonna
have to ask you to come with me.

Buy yourself a pony.

I'm politely asking you
to get off the floor.

Why don't you
go get me a martini?

And this is me being polite.

(grunting)

Next time, we're gonna work
on your manners.

Take your hands
off of that man!

I told if he came on the floor,
there'd be trouble.

There are other ways
to deal with this.

That's probably true.

I bet that was fun
for you,

to flash that star
in front of all the crowd.

I'll be out
in an hour, you know.

An on the first flight back
to Chicago tomorrow morning.

One night in Vegas,

man could get in
a lot of trouble.

(grunts)

How do you know Tommy
Carroll, Mrs. Dunbar?

Okay, fine.

Um...

just tell me why
he left you a gun and $211,

and we can call it a day.

I don't think you killed him.

But these are the facts.

Tommy needed a gun
and he needed money,

and you got both of them
right now.

And when you don't
say anything,

it makes me feel like

you might have been involved,
you understand?

Mrs. Dunbar is not

a talker.
DIXON: Mrs. Dunbar

is not Mrs. Dunbar.

Edith Dunbar
of 662 Jefferson Ave,

Henderson, Nevada,

died two weeks ago.

(sighs)

She probably bought a
fake ID down on Fremont.

Well, whoever she is,
she's scared of someone,

something, or both.

Uh, Ralph?

I've seen her before.

I hate it
when he does that.

Welcome.

I'm sorry.
We're fresh out of champagne.

I could offer you a warm beer.

You have no idea
what you've done.

Sounds like your problem.

Not mine.

He'll be out in minute.

I think you should leave.

He's my dad.

I'm going to talk to him.
No, you're not.

Not now. You don't want
to see him like this.

Yes, I do.

He's protected me
my whole life

from that side of him.

Look, I know your father's
a hard man to deal with,

but that whole future of the
city that you told me about,

that could be dead

unless I smooth things over
with your father.

Let me see him alone.

Let me calm him down.

RIZZO:
Get your hands off me.

Yeah, I know how to walk.

John Wayne's a problem.
I know.

Fix it.

I'm working on the right angle.

There's only one angle.

And I want you
to take care of it tonight.

After what he did to me,

I think you'd want
to take care of it tonight.

Nobody touches the sheriff

without the boss' say-so.

So we talk to Angelo.

RALPH:
I thought I recognized you
from Tommy's last fight.

That's Ronnie Davidson.

He was on the boxing team
with Tommy.

So I'm guessing
that you're Mrs. Davidson.

Now, if you needed money, a gun,
and a bus ticket so badly,

I'm figuring that
you must have a hell

of a story to tell.

So I'm going to sit
right here...

and I'm gonna wait
until you're ready to tell me.

(crying):
Tommy was trying to help me

get away from my husband.

I'd gone to the cops

a few times.

All they did was take pictures
of my black eye,

then drove me right back home,

asked Ronnie
for an autograph.

That's not the way
we do things around here.

Did you tell Tommy

about what your husband
was doing to you?

He somehow just knew.

Said if I stuck around,
it would only get worse.

It was his idea
for me to run,

get me the money,

put me on the bus,

make sure I was leaving
during the fight

so Ronnie couldn't stop me.

Tommy arranged
everything.

He called me yesterday

to say everything was ready,

but Ronnie caught me
on the phone.

Did Ronnie know
you were talking to Tommy?

No.

He threatened to kill me

if I didn't tell him
who I was talking to,

but I stood up to him.

When I heard
about Tommy,

I knew Ronnie
must have found out somehow.

I'm sorry I didn't stick around,

but I was afraid
of what Ronnie would do to me.

Fight of your life.

A fight we're gonna win.
Come on, Ronnie.

Yeah, Ronnie,
let's knock him out.

Keep it tight, Ronnie.

Spoke to your trainer.

He said he gave you
a couple of stitches

in your palm this morning.

What happened?

I don't remember.

Let me help.

See the way the bottom

of the pipe is jagged like that?

Now, if someone were
to put their hand

around that

and beat their teammate
over the head

with it,
it'd rip up their palm

and leave traces of their blood
right there.

He was sleeping with my wife.

You know that for a fact?

Yeah, just about.

She got a phone call last night.

There's been
a lot of those lately.

Never says from who.

So I followed her when she
left the hotel this morning.

There was Tommy.

I saw him give her something.

Like a little piece
of paper, maybe?

I don't know.
She left after she got it.

He saw me

and came stumbling
towards me.

I did what any man would do.

Right, you hit him
in the back of the head

when he wasn't looking.

Oh, believe me, I looked him
straight in the eyes.

KATHERINE:
You really need
to see this.

Initial coroner's report:

the blow to the head
didn't kill Tommy.

He had a heart attack.

What? You're kidding me.

A 20-year-old Olympic boxer
had a heart attack?

It would explain why
he couldn't get a hand up

to fend off Ronnie's
head-on assault.

And didn't the lady

at that nightclub say

that he looked pale
and sweaty?

The coroner says the painkiller
he was getting for his neck,

combined with any number
of prescription drugs,

could have caused it.

The only problem is

he wasn't on any
prescription drugs.

None that he knew of.

That man laid his hands on me...

in our casino...

in front of my friends...

in front of my daughter!

The sheriff goes.

He's not even
a real sheriff.

He's just some dumb
cowboy they dug up

because nobody else is stupid
enough to take the job.

And if Vinny can't handle
a mook like Lamb,

then maybe we need somebody else
running the Savoy.

Respectfully, Jonathan,
none of this would have happened

if you had stayed
in the penthouse.

I tailored every last detail
of that room to your needs:

my best room, my best booze,

my best dealers, and yes,
they let you win.

But that's only because, as
everybody at this table knows,

you can't handle your losses
like a man.

Having said that...

I took an oath.

You want me to take anyone out,
I will.

I gotta admit, I'd enjoy it.

But it's the wrong move.

Not because he's a decent man.
He's not.

Not because he'll come
over to our side. He won't!

But if we take him out...

best case scenario:
the feds don't come after us,

the state doesn't revoke
our gaming license...

but we still have two dead
sheriffs in one month.

Now what man is gonna take his
wife to a city without any law?

Without tourism,
there's no money

and there's no suitcases
coming home.

Whatever we think of
Ralph Lamb, we need him alive.

For now.

Otherwise we have another
wasted opportunity.

Havana in the desert.

(inhales deeply)

The penthouse wasn't good enough
for you?

Where you headed?

The tour's over.

Figured I'd catch a bus
out to the coast.

Got some family I haven't
seen for a while.

We talked to Ronnie.

He admitted to hitting
Tommy in the alley.

I never liked Ronnie,

but I didn't think
he was a killer.

He's not.

A heart attack killed Tommy.

Sit down.

You said that you and Tommy
were like brothers.

We were.

I know if I thought my brother
was a threat to himself,

I wouldn't just stand by.

You didn't want Tommy
to get back in the ring.

I told you,

I pleaded with him,
but he wouldn't listen.

So you did what you needed
to do to stop him.

See, I'm thinking while you
and Tommy were out for barbecue,

that you slipped him
some of your asthma pills.

Grind them up?

Put 'em in his drink?

You knew it'd make him nauseous
for a day.

Make it almost impossible
to fight.

Then maybe he'd start
listening to you.

Unfortunately, I think
that those pills reacted

with the injections he was
getting for his neck,

and it caused him
to have a heart attack.

I... killed Tommy?

I did it?

I can't prove that you, uh,
gave him those pills.

And I don't see how
it's gonna do anybody
any good to know it.

(metal clinking)

I think he'd want
you to have this.

(sobs)

Where's Ray Humphries?

I talked to him.

I'll have to dust off my law
books, but I'm pretty certain

the penalty
for involuntary manslaughter

is more than a stern talking-to.

It wasn't that stern.

He'll have to wake up

every morning remembering what
he did for the rest of his life.

That's punishment enough.

So is that it?

I didn't say that.

Tommy

still had
unfinished business.

It's the least
we can do for the kid.

In light of some new evidence,

we're dropping the murder charge
against you, Mr. Davidson.

That's great.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to see my wife.

Don't worry.
You'll see her...

six to ten years, maybe more

depending on the judge.

You just said
I didn't kill Tommy.

You assaulted him
with a deadly weapon,

and that's a felony.

I'll be sure to give your wife
your regards.

You'll have plenty of time
to set up your new life.

I think that's what
Tommy would have wanted.

What if Ronnie comes for me
when he gets out?

You have my number.

Here, let me
help you with that.

You fight?

Only when I have to.

Thank you.

Not at all.

I met a guy in the bar,

says he never gambles
when he comes to Vegas.

Only makes mental bets.

Last week
he lost his mind.

What's wrong?

I was just thinking

about what you said
earlier.

About the double skim?

Yeah, so was I.
I think it's too much.

We'll wait until you've here
a little bit longer.

Or maybe we'll wait
until you get

a new boss over here,
all right?

Where's Vincent going?

Forget I said anything.

Just remember:
you can never predict

when there's gonna be a change
in management.

Come here.

I love you. Be good.

LaFRATTA: Sorry to cut
the trip short.

I'll come see you
next month.

Christmas is better.

The colder it is in Chicago,
the more you appreciate it.

(chuckles)

You're doing
good work here.

Thank you.

Don't worry about Johnny.

Oh, of course not.

I just don't want him
to cloud your judgment

with regard to the expansion,
that's all.

You're serious about that?

Yeah, I'm serious about that,
Angelo.

It's something we need to talk
about, sooner rather than later.

(chuckles)

You know what your problem is?

Life is too good here.
You got so much time to think,

you think about problems
that aren't problems.

I just don't want
to blow paradise.

You want paradise?

You bring your family out here

so you don't sit around
trying to solve

problems that don't exist.

Come on.

* Way up to the clouds

* Away from
the maddening crowds *

* We could sing in the glow
of a star that I know of *

See you next time.

* Where lovers enjoy
peace of mind *

* Let us leave the confusion and
all this illusion behind... *

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