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

You want your restaurant,
you talk to Johnny.

SAVINO:
Restaurant's just for starters.

I want an arena.

If you swept the sawdust
off the floor

and laid down some carpet,

you could make some
real money in this town.

Johnny Rizzo-- loan shark.

His daughter runs
the count room at the Savoy.

The first week's
skim was perfect.

MIA:
If you get what
you're looking for,

you could change
this city.

Whatever it costs, it'll
be worth it,

so long as
he backs the expansion.

(clicks tongue)

Saw Bobby and little Howard
on the ride in.

They said something
about felling

that big oak tree out front.

Yeah, the geologist report says
there's an aquifer under it.

That's a century oak, Jack.

It's been here longer
than we have.

We're not cutting it down.

I like that tree
as much as anybody,

but we got 300 new head of
thirsty cattle to water.

Well, there's an aquifer
over in the northeast parcel.

It's a pretty good spot
for a well.

Oh, sure would be
if you want one that takes

ten times the manpower
to run pipe way out there.

Well, that's where
we're putting it.

We'll see.

(typing)

(phone ringing)

(clears throat)

Not gonna
answer itself.

Yep.

Yeah, he's here.

The Savoy?

Got it.

Time to go be sheriffs.

So, Mr. Durr, Miss Rizzo,

my chief accounting
officer, tells me

you've been stealing
from my casino.

(mumbling):
C-Card c...

Speak up, Mr. Durr.

I said card counting
isn't stealing.

Oh, I'm not talking
about card counting.

Card counting is
just bad manners.

I'm talking about you sitting at
first base behind a weak dealer,

sending signals to your pal on
third base about whether to bet.

Now, to me, that's not
just bad manners.

To me, that's stealing.

(knocking)

Sheriff,
come on in.

My office said
you called.

What's this about?

Let me introduce
Mr. Durr.

I'd like you to place
him under arrest

for cheating,
which--

I don't have
to remind you--

is a felony in a Nevada casino.

I'd also like to press charges
against his partner in crime,

who we're holding downstairs.

You want to deny the charges?

All right, Jack, put
the cuffs on him.

We'll get to the
bottom of this.

Miss.

I want to thank you
for coming.
I was surprised.

You people usually handle this
kind of thing on your own.

You really don't
know me very well.

Mr. Savino, I pegged you

the first moment I
laid eyes on you.

Well, good. I'm glad
we have an understanding.

Miss Rizzo.

Looking good, Bonnie.

I talked to Chicago.

They're sending out
a new courier for the skim.

Angelo's nephew.

Mostly, he wants you
to get the kid laid.

(chuckles)

Call Magda.

Damn shame about him shutting
down your plans for the Savoy.

Not right.

It's okay, Red.

I got a new plan;
it's gonna be good for everyone.

Yeah?

Angelo doesn't want to expand
from the inside, but no one says

a guy can't expand
from the outside.

Outside?

Outside what?

The Tumbleweed Club.

You're looking at
the future part-owner.

That dump?

That land.

Mert Hayes owns the Tumbleweed,

the building next door
and the parking lot in the back.

No other casino has
that kind of acreage.

We can build a place
twice as good as this one.

What about Angelo?

I'm not using Chicago money.

We get it done fast, quiet.

Then when the deal's done,

we bring it to him
all tied up in a bow.

With his usual cut, of course.

Under the radar.

Smart.

Where you going?

A bank.

Bank?

* Roll 'em, oh, roll 'em,
roll them dice *

* Love is a game
of rolling dice... *

I brought 502 the extra
hand towels she called in

all of five minutes later.

And you know what she said?

Hmm?

"Your kind ain't
much on hurrying, is it?"

Alice, I pray you left it there.

(scoffs)

I suppose I could have.

But before I knew it,
I was telling her

that if she meant by "my kind"

a size 16,
then maybe we're related.

(both laugh)

Say,

you know that cute Leonard

that works the boiler?

He's having a rum mixer
at the boarding house.

We could go together.

After my shift.

I should go to the meeting.

Well, you take notes
for me, sweetie.

And I'll tell Leonard
you had to wash your hair.

(laughs)

Don't disappoint me.

Got it, Mr. Cornaro.

I won't let Milwaukee down.

KOVACS:
Thanks for coming.

Speaking for myself,
it's high time

we started talking about

what's really going on

here at the Tumbleweed.

Kitchen staff, porters,
busboys in this union--

management's stepping
on every one of us.

I got two guys
in the kitchen,

steam burns all
over their arms,

equipment's falling apart.

It ain't right.

It's the maids, too.

We're working 15-hour shifts
with no breaks.

Which is why we need to make
some big changes

in this house,
starting now.

Has this got to do
with the strike?

Who said anything
about a strike, Estelle?

I keep hearing whispers

about a wildcat strike
against the Tumbleweed.

Our contract's
not up for six months,

which means a strike now
would be illegal.

We're in a
situation here.

You maids are
making 22 a week;

you don't want more?

I want what we deserve.

And if we don't get it
at the end of our contract,

then we strike.

But now, we lose
everything we fought for.

No strike fund, no benefits,

probably lose our jobs.

All right, Estelle,
we get it. Anybody else?

No!

We need to sacrifice now,

so when the
contract is up,

we can get what's right.

(applause)

Nobody is going to hold us down.

Nobody.

Not management.

And not a union
that won't listen.

(applause)

*

(tires screeching)

(garbled radio transmissions)

Can you tell me
what you saw, sir?

Girl was walking
to the Transit stop there.

Car swerved over to
the other side and hit her.

Bam.

Probably some no-account drunk.

Didn't even slow down.

You happen to see
what kind of car?

Didn't get a great look.

Something big.

Blue, maybe green.

JACK:
When was the last time

you saw Estelle Drew?

At the meeting.

What meeting?

JACK:
Ladies, I'm just

trying to find out what
happened to your friend.

The... the union meeting.

Estelle was a shop steward.

First colored woman

ever to be one.

She and Mr. Kovacs--

he's the senior shop steward--

kind of had it out.

Where is this
Kovacs now?

I haven't seen him
since the meeting broke up.

We need to notify next of kin.

Her mother
passed last year.

I don't know
any other family.

Always taking
care of others.

None of us around
when she needed it.

Hey, if you need
a ride home,

you just let us
know, all right?

Sounds like
this Estelle

was tangled up
in union business.

Could be why
she got run over.

See how far over in
this lane her body is?

Driver had to peel way
over just to hit her.

Drunk would've ended up
in the scrubs over there.

Well, this one would've, too.

But he wasn't drunk.

He was trying to kill her.

Looks like it was
a blue car after all.

* On night guard, I'm a-ridin'

* Around a thousand
bedded steers *

* And tonight,
my thoughts are... *

Davey Cornaro.

What's the matter,
the commode get backed up?

Hey, Vinny,

you making a move on Mert, too?

Give my regards to Chalutz.

Mr. Hayes.

You next on
the hit parade?

What did those balloons want?

I put the word out
I'm selling a piece,

everybody pops up,
wants to be my partner.

Milwaukee says my union
troubles will disappear.

That's the way
Milwaukee operates.

They got shop stewards
and organizers

shaking down
half the casinos on Fremont.

They'll muscle a piece

out of you
without paying a dime.

What's your muscle,
the dead girl?

You and your Chicago friends
looking for a bargain?

I'm not looking for a bargain.

You partner with me,

we can turn
this place around.

Make some real money.

Here.

Now, this...

this is the Tumbleweed
of the future.

Fancy shopping for the wives

and the girlfriends
of your high rollers.

They will never leave
this place.

How you gonna pay for it?
With suitcases

and laundry bags?

Legitimate financing...

from a local bank.

That's how we're gonna pay
for all this, Mert.

Now, you can lose
the sawdust

and the Roy Rogers
and come with me,

or you can get buried under the
asphalt avalanche that's coming.

Your choice.

How about I think it over?

It's the most I can ask.

One second, man.

That union fellow,
Kovacs--

he's not at his apartment.

Landlady says she saw him
come in and leave

just as fast about an hour
after Estelle was hit.

Please tell me he's got
a blue car.

I will when I find out
what he drives.

All right.

Hey, Pops.

These men are here
about Estelle Drew.

I'm Randall Paltrey.
This is my son, Terry.

How can we help you?

Terry said that Estelle was
killed by a hit-and-run driver.

I insisted
we come right over.

What happened?

Well, we don't know yet.

We're looking into it.

How do you know Miss Drew?

She was our housekeeper's
daughter.

We've known Estelle
since she was a little girl.

Terry basically
grew up with her.

She's like family.

I want...
I want to help any way I can.

TERRY:
What my Dad means is,

he'd like to
offer a reward.

RANDALL: Cash. Whatever
you think it'll take

to catch this bastard.

That's generous.

Uh, listen, uh...

we have an address
on her out on Birch Street.

Do you know
if that's current?

I don't know.
I've never been there.

She usually visited us.

I'm headed out there right now,
and, uh...

if we find out anything,
I'll let you know.

Please do.
Thank you.

Terry, come on.

(car door shuts)

(engine starts)

Pop just radioed
a license plate number.

He wants you to run it.
How come?

He didn't say;
just said to do it.

Who's that?

It's a new
casino employee

here for a work card.

I'm gonna help her out.

Run the plate.

Spoilsport.

Gigolo.

So, uh, Miss Rizzo,

you're here
for your work card?

Yes, Deputy.

Call me Jack.

You ever been arrested, uh,
for a crime?

No.

So, does everyone

have to fill out
one of those forms

or just people like me?

People like you?

Women or pretty blondes?

Daughters of people
from Chicago.

Everybody has to fill out
the form.

How long you here for?

Indefinitely.

Your brother threw
my father in jail.

Does that make us enemies?

I don't know what that makes us.

I am not my brother.

Just like you
are not your father.

Job title at the Savoy?

Count room manager.

Uh, are you married?

For the form.

Single.

Boyfriend?

That's not on the form.

It's not?

No, you're right, it's not.
(chuckles)

Uh, Miss Rizzo is here

for her work card.

Don't keep the lady waiting.

Thank you.

Sheriff.

Ma'am.

Got the identification
for that plate.

That car at
Estelle's-- vehicle

is a black El Camino

registered to that

union steward Kovacs.

MAN: You truly have
quite an operation

here, Mr. Savino.
(chuckles)

Well, the Tumbleweed could be
even grander, Mr. Farwood.

With your bank's help.

No doubt.

Do you mind me asking when your
family settled this valley?

1870.

My great-grandfather
came down

the Old Spanish Trail
in the wagon train.

Part of the first
Mormon settlement.

Well, then you understand
something about opportunity.

And the Tumbleweed
is the best one

that's hit this town in decades.

With all due respect,
Mr. Savino,

your business is...
well, it's different than mine.

You people come in
from Chicago and New York

and start waving
your pension funds

and your certificates
of deposits.

It's not the same.

This will be different.

Financed by your bank,
no outside influences.

(chuckles)

Look, I'm sure you can continue
to invest in alfalfa fields

and bauxite mines forever,
but this is different.

By investing in me, you can be
part of your own town's future.

You know,
this is the best lemonade

I've had in years.

And my daughter Irma,

she placed second at the
Overton Fair last summer.

Well, then I'll have the chef
send the recipe

right over to her-- unless you
think she'll be offended.

(chuckles)
No, she'd be delighted.

KOVACS:
I need my last paycheck.

It's a family emergency.
Can you please

just go get me
my paycheck?

Mr. Kovacs.
Sheriff's department.

You in a hurry to leave?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
you jumping out

of a dead girl's window
a couple hours ago.

I didn't break into
her apartment.
A white guy
breaks in a Westside

apartment, and you didn't think
anyone would notice?

What I meant was I was there,
but the door was already busted.

The place was trashed, too.

He can do better
than that.

A lot better.

Why'd you break
into Estelle's?

RALPH:
What's this?

That's personal property.

A bunch of names.

Mostly women.

Estelle's friends
who are against

the wildcat strike.

I just wanted to talk to 'em.

Talk to 'em or mow 'em over
like you did Estelle?

I didn't touch her.

She had plenty more
to worry about than me.

She liked trouble.

The white male kind.

I got a friend, Linda,
works over at the Blue Note.

Couple nights ago,
she saw Estelle

rubbing up on this white fella.

Stand up.

You're under arrest.
What for?

Breaking and entering
for starters.

Evading a law officer.

Plus, I don't much like you.

That works, too.

Put him in the car.
I'll be right there.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing here?

Got a murder suspect.
You?

That shop steward's
death last night--

there may be mob
involvement.
Savino?

It's possible.

DA's office is hearing rumors
of union problems.

Union problems often
mean organized crime.

I came to talk
to Mert Hayes about it.

RALPH:
Fire!

Get down!

We got one or two injuries.

Nobody hurt bad.

You okay?

I'll live.

You got knocked around
pretty good there.

Thank you, by the way.

You always knew how
to sweep a girl off her feet.

My pleasure.

All anybody saw was two guys
in a red and white sedan.

No plates. They tossed
the bottle and took off.

Seems like a lot of firepower
to stop us from looking

into Estelle's death.
It could be linked

to the Tumbleweed union
issues. Organized crime

groups like to use bombings
like this as a warning.

DIXON:
Mert Hayes heard that
loud and clear.

He vamoosed right
after the explosion.

Can't find him.

Dixon, I want you to check
into who lit this place up.

I don't want anybody thinking
they can make a habit of it.

I'd like to help.

Please do.

HAYES:
I run a casino.

I'm not a tough guy.
How am I supposed to fight

Milwaukee when they're
tossing bombs at my casino?

You need to relax.

Relax?

Cornaro says if I don't
partner with him,

the next bomb's gonna be smack
in the middle of the floor.

Cornaro's a goon.

A stupid goon
on a cheap hustle.

Well, stupid scares me.

Are you listening?

I'm saying this once.

If I get Cornaro
and Milwaukee off your back,

do we have the deal
we discussed?

Get him out of my hair...

completely.

I just need a little time.

A little's all you get.

Close of business, Mr. Savino.

Then I'm going
with the Milwaukee boys.

(door opens, closes)

Hey.

(chuckles)

Look at you Marxist bastards.

Vincent.

Davey Cornaro.

What's the matter,
you don't like my office?

Anything for the working man.

Uh, which is why I'm here.

You want to sit?

Nah, just take a second.

The Tumbleweed--

it's gonna be more problems
for you than it's worth.

Oh, yeah?

I'm buying it.

(laughs)

Get out of here.

Which is why I came to see you.

To tell you that things are
gonna be changing around here.

I want you to back off of Mert.

You're kidding me, right?

I got that jerk Mert
ready to marry me

if I don't send him
another cocktail.

Sure. And you'll make
a few bucks

off of your food and beverage
kickbacks

and your cut
of the union dues.

But it's a cheap hustle,
and you know it, Davey.

Now, I want you
to come with me on this one.

I'm offering you an opportunity
to make some serious coin.

You want me to walk away
from money on the table, huh?

By the time I'm finished
with the Tumbleweed,

there won't be enough tables
in this town for all your money.

You think the joint's
gonna be worth that much?

Maybe more.

That's a lot of tables, Vinny.

And it's just
you on this.

No need
to cut in Milwaukee.

You're making it sound
hard to resist.

All right, make it quick.

I got mouths to feed.

Including my own.

Fellas, huh?

You heard Vincent?
Get rid of those things now.

Let's go.
(chuckles)

Hey, Vince.

I better not regret this.

Oh, you won't.

Take a good look.

I see a lot of faces
at the Blue Note,

but I remember her.

Not every night I get to serve
one of those Westside gals.

Takes guts to show up
with a white fella,

that I can give her.

You get a good
look at him?

Blue Note's dark for a reason.

Could've been Sinatra,
for all I saw.

They act like lovebirds?

It wasn't their best night.

They were quarreling.

About what?

Oh, same thing I always hear.

"Baby, you got to tell
your wife about me."

"Baby, I can't."

"I don't want your money."

Actually, don't hear
that last one so much, you know?

(knocking)

Excuse me.

Been looking into
Estelle's bank accounts.

She's been getting deposits,
$500 a month,

regular as clockwork.

Best part is who's sending it.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Paltrey.

Is everything okay?

We need to speak with you.

This about Estelle?

Yes, it is.

(clears throat)

Ma'am.

If you'll excuse us,
we need

to speak
with your husband about...

No. I prefer to stay.

Uh, this is
police business.

This is my house.

All right.

You want to tell us why you were

giving Estelle money
every month?

Estelle?

Estelle Drew?

And why you were at
the Blue Note motel with her?

That had nothing to do
with Estelle's death.

That was a
private matter.

JACK:
A private matter
between you

and a Westside maid
at the Tumbleweed?

HELEN:
Randall,

what is this?

Estelle was my daughter.

* Devil or angel

* Dear, whichever you are

* I miss you, I miss you

* I miss you

* Devil or...
(grunts)

(tires screeching)

Having a colored mistress
is one thing,

but having a child
with her--

that could ruin you
in this town.

And Estelle wanted
to tell the world, right?

Yes.

She came to me last week
and, uh...

begged me to acknowledge her
as my daughter.

That couldn't have made you
none too happy.

Her wanting the world
to know who her daddy was.

I could never hurt Estelle.

She had a secret
that you wanted hidden.

You didn't even
tell your family.

You lied to us, Mr. Paltrey.

You lied.

You withheld information.

I was afraid.

Did you break into
her apartment?

No. Of course not.

I... (sighs)

I was trying to do
right by Estelle.

I was giving her
money for college.

She was making straight
A's at Nevada Southern.

But she wanted more.

She wanted a father.

And I agreed.

I was going to tell Helen
the truth.

And Terry.

(phone ringing)

Sheriff Lamb.

I'm on my way.

You're lucky to be alive.

Jerry, I'm fine.

It's a graze.

Cornaro's boys
could never shoot anyway.

You're sure
it was Milwaukee?

They never would've
approved the hit.

He was acting on his own.

I don't know
what Cornaro was thinking,

attacking us in our own house.

I was pushing him away from

the only thing he knows,
so he lost his nerve.

He had to hit me
so he didn't look soft.

Idiot.

Yeah, well,
he'll be hearing from us.

I do not need to know that.

Cornaro's got some
outstanding warrants.

Why don't you have your friends

in law enforcement
pick him up,

get him off the
street for a while.

(elevator bell dings)

Mr. District Attorney.

Sheriff.

I was just telling Mr. Savino

that if he wants
a mob war in this city,

he's going to hear from us.

See that he understands,
would you?

Got a call you had
a little trouble.

Yeah.

I fell.

(chuckles)

You fell.

I saw your car.

15 bullet holes in it.

Looked like somebody
put a contract out on you.

Don't suppose you know
who that might be?

Like I said, my gun went off
when I hit the ground.

And it is licensed.

You fellas want to kill
each other, that's just fine.

Don't do it in my town.

It's my town, too.

We'll see.

There you are.

I ran Paltrey's cars...

Jack, is Vincent all right?

I just heard.

Oh. Yeah.

No, he wasn't...

Oh, I reckon
he'll bury us all, miss.

One way or another.

"Jack," huh?

Knock it off.

You may not want my advice,
but that is a bad idea.

You want what
I got or no?

Shoot.

Paltrey and his wife
have a black Cadillac,

a green Pontiac and
a yellow Studebaker.

But guess who drives
a baby blue Olds F-85.

Where's your car, Terry?

Where's your nice blue F-85?

It's in the shop.

Busted radiator.

Really?

Did you bust it on a light pole
after you ran down Estelle?

Huh? You trying
to protect your dad?

I'm not in the business
of protecting my father.

And I've known for years
that Estelle was my sister.

Just can't believe that Mother
was too blind to see it.

It's a big scandal
if folks found out.

Well, my dad
was the only one

who cared about
stuff like that.

That's all he
cared about.

He cared you got arrested.

Enough to pull
some strings, anyway.

Petty theft, picked up
on Kersey Street,

charges were
mysteriously dropped.

That arrest was crap.

Kersey Street--

that's a great place
to score, isn't it?

Let me see your arm.

Just...

Just let me go.

Junkies need money.

All the time.

Estelle dropped out of
Nevada Southern two months ago.

Registrar says
she couldn't afford it.

And all the money
was withdrawn in cash.

Is that where
Estelle's money went, Terry?

Did you take
your sister's tuition?

No.

Did you break into
her apartment?

I loved her.

I swear I did.

Get it off your chest.

You'll feel better.

I bought Estelle
an emerald necklace

and a bracelet last Christmas.

I knew what they were worth.

Where are they?

I pawned them.

Yesterday.

Her jewelry box is on my couch.

This the box?

You seen these before, Terry?

Your prints on these?

No.

Someone was watching her
and Paltrey.

Want to bet she was paying
to keep it secret?

These are the officers
of your union.

David Cornaro, Michael Daria,
Anthony Miotto and Stuart Manz.

We have reason to believe
that some of them

may be connected to
organized crime in Milwaukee.

We also believe
that they may be responsible

for the bombing
of the Tumbleweed.

Anyone seen any of these guys

around here?

We need to get back to work.

This will only
take a second.

Why don't you
ask Mr. Hayes?

Mert's too set in his ways.

He thinks things

ain't never gonna change.

Well, I saw Mr. Hayes
with someone from the union

just before the bombing.

Mr. Hayes seemed really scared.

One of these guys?

Are you sure you're okay?

Ah, a cigar and a Scotch,

and I'll be fine.

Vinny.
Dad.

Hi, honey.
Hi.

Sorry to hear you're
under the weather.

Johnny.

Welcome back.

I was in Los Angeles handling
something for Angelo

when I heard.
Ah, the punks are
going wild out here.

I also heard you made
a move on the Tumbleweed.

Had to.

To protect the Savoy.

You made a move
on the Tumbleweed

to protect the Savoy?

If I didn't,
five years from now,

the Savoy would be
the Tumbleweed.

Passed over and tapped out.

We get a foothold now,

we can control the way
this town grows.

Angelo give you his okay?

No, but I wasn't
hiding anything, Johnny.

You found out.

I was gonna tell him
when it was all wrapped up.

What does Angelo care
about how I put it together,

as long as it's a great deal
and Chicago gets its taste?

"A great deal"?

You think he cares?

You made a move
against Angelo.

Who says you were
gonna tell him?

You got caught in
the cookie jar, Vinny.

There's always ten percent
of that cookie jar

waiting for you, Johnny.

Ten percent?

How about I take half
your cut on the Tumbleweed?

That sounds good, right?

After all, I'm not an animal.

And Angelo?

Let me worry about Angelo.

And what about Cornaro?

You're the businessman.

You figure it out.

(door opens and closes)

Here's the thing I don't
get about the blackmail...

Estelle gave up
her college education

to protect this secret.

But why would she care if
people knew her father's white?

Her father cared.

She was protecting him.

All right.

See this photo of
Estelle and her father?

So I took it to the camera
store there on the back.

Guess what.
What?

They had the original negative.

The killer caught herself
in the side mirror.

She had to crop herself out.
Herself?

It may not be your best side,

but it's a pretty good
picture all the same.

A lot of people probably
don't think a maid

could be as smart
as you are.

Figuring out Estelle's
secret the way you did.

What secret?
JACK:
That she had

a rich daddy
paying her tuition.

Who happened to be white.

Estelle said he was
paying her tuition, is all.

She didn't say who he was.

So you followed her,

took a photo of
the two of them together

just to find out
who he was.

That doesn't mean anything.
JACK:
Well...

it meant a lot
to your bank account.

'Cause, uh...

see that? That? That?

Where did all that
money come from?

Work.

Well, if maids
got paid like that,

there'd be no talk
of a strike.

RALPH:
How did it work?

I mean, you see
Estelle with Paltrey,

and you figure that he's the one
that's paying her tuition.

And then you look into it
a little deeper,

and you find out, hey,
this guy really is loaded.

That couldn't make you
feel none too good.

Here's your friend,
she's got a rich

white daddy while you're
barely getting by

making 20 bucks a week,
picking up people's wet towels

off the floor every day.

She was a dirty little liar.

She said we were
in this together.

All of that union stuff,
she just couldn't shut up.

Talking about how we
needed to be strong

and make sacrifices.

What sacrifices
was she making?

Well, that wasn't fair.

No, you're damn right it wasn't.

Folks are getting
rich every day,

and all they got to do is
pull a lever on a machine.

And what about me?

Am I gonna be scrubbing toilets
for the rest of my life

while Estelle is just all
set up by her rich old man?

Hell, I got her the
job at the Tumbleweed!

It sounds to me like you just
wanted to do what was right.

Hell, yes.

And she should have paid.

But she started talking about

how she was gonna
send me to jail.

So you ran her down
in your blue Dodge.

Well...

her daddy can't help
her anymore, can he?

One for the State?

All wrapped up with
a signed confession.

I need something new
to keep me busy.

Looks like Cornaro is behind
the Tumbleweed bombing,

but he isn't in his house
or the union hall.

And he was last seen
with Vincent Savino.

Two legitimate businessmen.

Why don't we just
let them work it out?

Really?

Ah, we'll keep looking.

Guys like that, they have
a tendency to turn up,

one way or the other.

(knocking)

If you're busy, I can, uh...

No.

Come.

Our winnings have been down
all week from the slots.

I need to tighten them up.

Your call.

I'm, uh... sorry about
my dad dropping in.

If I'd have known,
I would've given you a heads-up.

It worked out for the best.

It looks like the
Tumbleweed will be ours.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

The Mormon banker actually
invited my wife and I

to the country club.

To be a fly on that wall.

It must not be easy,
trying things your way.

The old way was
never easy, either.

Sometimes you have to take
a step back to move forward.

What time is it?

Almost 4:00.

Do you have
an appointment?

Nah.

Just lost track.

*

* How lucky can one guy be?

* I kissed her
and she kissed me *

* Like the fella once said

* Ain't that a kick
in the head? *

* The room was
completely black *

(silenced gunshots)

* I hugged her
and she hugged back *

* Like the sailor said,
quote... *

Make sure you
bury them good.

I don't want any
guest appearances.

You got it.

Just went up
to the North 40.

There's a big old well
put in there.

Yeah.

Pumping pretty good, too.

And cost three
times as much.
Mmm.

Why didn't you just build
the damn thing right there?

'Cause I didn't want to.

What's it matter?

That's my point exactly.

Why not just put
it where I wanted?

Maybe I like the view.

You make the rules.

We all got to just take it.

(sighs)

*

Tough day?

Can I give that work card back?

No refunds. Sorry.

Uh... don't suppose you'd care
to have dinner tonight with me.

I'm sorry.

I already have plans.

Oh.

Nice. No problem.

Miss Rizzo.
Deputy.

The district attorney offered
to, uh, show me around town.

Can you believe she's never
seen the Hoover Dam?

Oh...

Shall we?

Good night.

* I'll never believe it *

* No, no

* I'll never believe it *

* I'll never believe

* She'd make me cry

* I'll never believe

* She'd tell a lie

* No, no
* I'll never believe it *

* No, no, no

* I can't believe it *

* No, no

* I can't believe it... *

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