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* When you are sad and lonely

* And have no place to go

* Come to see me, baby

* And bring along some dough
and we'll go *

* Honky tonkin', honky tonkin'

* Honky tonkin'

* Honey baby,
we'll go honky tonkin' *

* Round and round...

Brought you some coffee.

Extra sweet-- just like you.

Why you looking at me like that?

The last time you made me
a cup of coffee,

you wanted petty cash
to paint racing stripes

on your squad car.

You know what's sad?
Famine?

What's sad is
that you can't take

a kindly gesture for what it is.

(door opens)

MAN:
Dixon Lamb!

Touch those guns, I'll blow
this boy's head off.

Mr. LaForge,

I don't know what you think
you saw this morning...

Margie told me everything
you two done together.

Everything!
(crying)

You got it all wrong.

We're just
bridge partners--

her and I--
ain't that right, Margie?

Don't you lie to me.

Fred? Some people are
trying to work here.

Your boy here has been
messing with my wife!

Is that true?

Fred...

you're not a bad man.

I want you to take a breath,

and I want you
to lower that gun barrel

just a little bit, all right?
There you go.

Now, Dixon and I

we're gonna have a long, long
talk about all this,

but right now,
I want you to just

simmer down and go home.

She broke my heart, Ralph.

Fred, Margie's your wife,

and she loves you--
don't you, Margie?

Mm-hmm.

She just happens to love

a lot of other folks, too.

Why don't you give me that gun?

I'll give it back to you,
and I'll just keep it

for about a week,
until you have time

to think about it, all right?

Now, Deputy Lamb here

is gonna give you
two a ride home,

and you can settle your
differences along the way.

All right?

He just said he wanted
to kill me.

Fred, tell him you're
not gonna kill him.

I won't kill you.

See? He's not
gonna kill you.

Now, go on,

before I shoot
you myself.

FRED:
Come on, Margie.

Well, thanks for the coffee.

Everybody back to work.

* The girl I love
comes across the sea... *

Why do you have to work Sundays?

I'm not the only
one who works

seven days a week.

There are no days of rest

in the Holy Book,
according to Ralph Lamb.

He thinks that's just a typo.

You're so pretty it hurts.

Did you write that one down
and memorize it?

Now, why would I do that?

I can't figure you out.

I'm not that complicated.

Oh, I don't know.

I just haven't put
my finger on it yet.

Put your finger on what?

Your angle.

Oh, I-I don't have
one of those.

Oh, everybody has one of those.

Especially the ones
who say they don't.

Now, where'd you learn that?

Chicago.

My dad.

Every man I've ever met.

(whispers):
Not this one.

(knocking on door)

(sighs)
You want me to get that?

(whispers):
Don't talk, don't move.

All right.

He wanted me to get you
when those high rollers

from Kansas City showed up.

They're playing poker
in a private game upstairs.

Okay, I'll be a second.
Yeah, I don't know
how much longer

they're gonna be there.

These guys are
losing their shirts.

All right.

Hey. Little early to be
hitting the slots there, Leo.

Don't you think?

Where's the money, Mr. Savino?

Excuse me?

I just came from the bank.

Your accounts are empty--
cleaned out.

What do you mean "cleaned out"?

The first installment
of the loan we gave you

for the Tumbleweed--
the $275,000-- it's gone.

Well, there's got to be
some sort of mistake.

You haven't even started
construction yet and you've

already used up half the loan--
a week before breaking ground

and you decide to pull out
all the dirty tricks.

Leo, no one's touched the money.

Whatever's happened,
I'll fix it.

Don't make me look like a fool.

COTA (quietly):
Okay, this guy with the glasses?

That's Bert Robinson--
last time he was here,

he lost 40 grand
in one hand of blackjack.

Blue Suit over here?

That's Henry Deloit-- he's been
at the Sands for two months.

What about that guy?

That guy is, Hal,
uh, something or other.

It's his suite-- he's been
losing downstairs all week.

He wanted to have
a private game up here.

Full house wins.
Kings beat nines.

The cards are
hot, fellas.

I don't want
to interrupt,

but I have to say hello--
there are so many

familiar faces
at the table-- Bert,

Miss Rizzo.
Harry, welcome back
to the Savoy.

Nice to see you.
And Mister...?

Whitford, Hal Whitford.

Thanks for lending us
such a top-notch dealer.

Our pleasure-- I'm surprised
we haven't met before.

Oh, I don't get out
to Vegas too often.

I'm here
from Providence on business.

Oh, you must know Jimmy Amello

from the Colonial then?

You know, I don't.

But then...

I'm not a very
serious card player.

Not like these gentlemen here.

Well, let's hope
your luck keeps up.

Thank you.
Gentlemen.

What do you say, boys--
another round?

MIA: Call Providence, ask
around, see what you can

find out about that guy.

How come?

Those are some of the
best players in Vegas

around that table, and all of
a sudden some working stiff

from Rhode Island shows up
and cleans them out?

I don't think so.

Well, look who decided
to show up.

(clears throat)

Some kind of construction
going on at the Sahara.

Got it down to one lane
in both directions.

You have been running
into the worst traffic

the past couple days.

Town's getting crowded.

You ought to invest
in a helicopter.

Traffic again?

Oh, that's rich
coming from you.

Hear Mr. LaForge came home from
church early this morning,

found your son's car
in his driveway.

Mm-hmm.

Lots of different ways

of doing the Lord's work.

YVONNE: Sheriff, we got
a call from the owner

of Monty's Turf Club.

He started asking
if we can send someone

down there and then
the line went dead.

I tried calling back--
I can't get through.

Send a deputy down there
anyway, just in case.

Yes, sir.
Glad you could make it.

What's the big deal?

What's the big deal?!

There's 275 missing.

It's a loan--
we have to pay it back.

You should be happy.

We found a new way
to rob banks.

You don't even have
to use guns.

Everybody wins.

Are you for real?

Where is it now?

I sent half of it home

to our friends in Chicago,

and the other half I invested.

In what-- GM?

I put it to work
on the street.

Shylocking--
GM don't pay

the kind of interest I like.

That money was for
the Tumbleweed.

So we'll get more money.

275 grand in less
than a week?

We'll go to another bank.

Once Farwood tells
everyone what you've done,

no one will go near us.

Let me talk to Farwood--
I'll set him straight.

No, no, no, we're not
doing things that way.

What way?

Sheriff...?

I sent Deputy Howard to that

sports book a half hour ago.

He hasn't come back yet.

Did you try him on the radio?
Mm-hmm.

He's not responding.

I'm glad you called.

It's been a few weeks.

Well, I have something new.

One of Rizzo's fronts
to launder money

from loan-sharking in Vegas.

Where did you get this?

I found it
in Vincent's coat pocket.

Then I overheard him and Rizzo
talking about it last week.

What do you know
about Diane Desmond?

It's terrible... I had no idea
about her problem.

I've spoken to a contact
at the FBI.

Diane was working for them
as an informant.

If Rizzo found out his fiancé
was talking to the government...

She overdosed.

Men like your
husband can make

anything look
like an accident.

My husband had nothing
to do with this.

Then help me prove
that Rizzo did it.

It is only a
matter of time

before the FBI
starts investigating,

and they will not stop

when they find
the killer.

They will dig up everything

on everyone, including
your husband.

I need evidence

to prove that Rizzo
killed Diane Desmond.

And you want me
to find it?

If the DA's Office

brings charges against Rizzo,
then the Feds stay home

and I can make sure your
husband stays a free man.

(door opening)

RALPH:
Deputy Howard!

Stay back!

Don't come any closer!

All right...

everybody just take it easy.

You heard him! Stay back!

Yeah, we're staying back.

We just want to get out of here.

Just give us the hostages

and you can be on your way.

We're gonna go back in there

and nobody's gonna follow us.

Let 'em go.

Take him.

Try and break down the door,
and we'll kill him.

You can have this one back.

RALPH:
Turn him over.

What are you doing?

Hey!
N-Nathan, maybe we should go.

Shut up.

Oh, no!
What the hell?

Don't act like
you don't deserve this.

No, no, no! No, no, no!

No, no!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

Go find a fire extinguisher.

Go get 'em!

(panting)

(latch clunks,
trunk creaks open)

(grunts)

(muffled yelling)

Nathan Auster.

Held up a liquor store

in Henderson with a
sawed-off shotgun in '54.

Served three years for it
in Nevada State Penitentiary.

Looks like he's back at it.

Deputy...

you have a visitor.

Well, don't keep a lady waiting.

You miss me already?

It's been excruciating.

Miss Rizzo.
Sheriff Lamb.

So, uh,
how can we help you, then,

Miss Rizzo, ma'am?

A man named Hal Whitford

has organized a private poker
game at the Savoy.

He's beating
the best card players in Vegas.

Somebody this good,

you'd expect everybody
in this town to know his name.

I've called around
to a few casinos.

Nobody's heard of him.

What, you think he's cheating?

I think that something's...

not right.
I was wondering

if you could do me a favor

and look him up,
see if he has a record.

Don't you have your own people

to investigate
this sort of thing?

At this point, I'm not sure

if my own my people
are in on it, as well.

And if it is an inside job,
they're worse than useless.

Well, it's like that old saying:
Everybody's got an angle.

Now, is that the
Bible or Shakespeare?

'Cause I can never remember.

I think you might be quoting it
out of context.

WOMAN:
What's Nathan gotten himself
into this time?

DIXON:
Your son just held up
a sports book, ma'am. Monty's.

Assaulted a deputy
and put the owner

in the hospital with
third-degree burns.

My husband Clint used
to go there,

listen to the horse races.

I think
it might be helpful

if we talk to him
as well, ma'am.

I'm afraid Clint
passed away last month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It had been a long time coming.

The man I married,

I lost somewhere in a bottle.

Nathan, he didn't rob
the sports book alone.

He had a partner.

You have any idea
who that might be?

Not a clue.

You happen to know anyone

in Nathan's life, early 20s,

brown hair,

walks with a limp?

Mrs. Auster?

(sighs anxiously)

Russ.

Nathan's little brother.

(voice breaks):
He-He's my sweet boy.

He just hasn't been the same
since his daddy passed.

I heard Nathan, the other day,

talking to Russ
about robbing the bar.

I told him, "Pack your bags
and don't you ever come back."

But I didn't think Russ would
actually do something like that.

He's a good boy.

His brother's just filled
his head with nonsense.

I thought the skim was
on its way to Chicago.

Not anymore.

Bring this to Farwood.

This has got to be
the first time

I ever brought money
to a bank.

It should be enough to
take care of the bills

at the Tumbleweed for
the next few days.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Not at all.

Well, uh, looks like
a productive morning.

The stage manager just asked me

if I wanted
Diane Desmond's dresses.

There are racks and racks

filled with dresses,
just sitting there.

Rizzo told him to throw them all
in the garbage.

It doesn't make any sense
to me either.

Diane had everything going
for her.

Gold records,
sold-out concerts;

she was engaged
two weeks ago.

Why would a woman like that
shoot heroin

in her dressing room?

She was a drug addict.

She didn't seem
like a drug addict.

When we went out to drinks
with her, when I saw her sing...

These people,
they've been doing it so long,

they know how to hide it.
Why didn't I see

any needle marks on her arms?

You're asking questions
you don't want

to know the answers to.

Did you kill her?

How can you even ask me that?

Why else won't you tell me?

Because I'm trying
to protect you.

By lying to me?

You told me no more
secrets, Vincent.

You promised me.

Look, someone could have
shot her up with a hot dose.

That's two parts heroin,
one part strychnine.

You can buy it from any
dealer on Kersey Street.

Now, maybe it was Rizzo

or maybe it was just bad luck.

Now, is that it?

Or is there something else
you want to know?

JACK:
Guy is clean as a whistle.

No record.

Maybe he's just lucky.

Please, I work at a casino.

There's no such thing as luck.

Well, if it's a private game,
why does it matter anyway?

'Cause the whales up
there are the same whales

that play at the
tables down here.

If they think they're being
taken advantage of at the Savoy,

they don't come back.

Hmm.
You should put me in the game.

I can spot a liar
a mile away.

Also, I've won my fair share
of card games.

These are high-stakes gamblers,
Jack.

They're not ranchers
on a smoke break,

with all due respect.

Those ranchers
on their smoke breaks

are the best damn
card cheats around.

Put me in the game,

I can get up-close,

I can pick up
on whether he's doing

hand gestures,
eye contact, silent signals...

Can you pick up
on the silent signals

I'm sending you now?

You think
it's an incredible idea,

and you suddenly find me
irresistibly attractive.

No?

Not even close?

RALPH:
We're concerned your bar may be
targeted for a robbery.

You're two days late.

Two hours before we opened,
Nathan and Russ bust in,

guns in my face.

They peeled the safe
in ten minutes.

So you knew these guys?

Their dad, Clint, used to work

at the cement factory
on the corner.

He'd drink his check
every payday.

Nathan come by
every once in a while,

and drink on his dad's tab.
What about Russ?

Russ would pick up the old man

on nights, when he was
too drunk to walk home.

Why didn't you report the crime?

Nathan said that
if I went to the cops,

he'd come back and kill me.

He the one who gave you
the shiner?

Nathan got Russ all riled up.

Told him how I poisoned
their dad

with liquor.
He told Russ

to give me something
to remember the old man by.

Looks like it's
just you and me.

Looks that way.

I'll raise you 1,000.

Ooh, um...

What's your line
of business, Jack?

Uh, rancher, mostly.

You don't meet many ranchers
in Rhode Island.

I didn't know folks
from Rhode Island

wore ostrich boots.

Well, my parents bough a ranch

in Paradise Falls
when I was a kid.

We'd go there every summer.

Whenever I'm in town,
I try to sneak out there.

Nothing helps you unwind quite
like a weekend in the saddle.

I hear you there.

So...

you in or out, Jack?
(sighs)

I'm all in.

Two pair.

Well, can't win 'em all.

I guess.
No, I guess not.

Got anything?
Yeah, I got in touch
with the cement factory

Clint Auster worked at;
started there when he was 15.

They fired him six months ago,
drunk on the job.

Never worked again.

JACK:
What'd I miss?

We found the bar,
but were too late.

Auster brothers robbed
it on Saturday morning.

Looks like they're going
after places

they think took advantage
of their dad.

Sports book he gambled at,
bar where he drank.

That sounds like
a moral crusade.

No, I'm not buying that.
I think Nathan's

just picking targets to make
his little brother

feel like he's doing
the right thing.

Timing's right, too; they hit
the bar Saturday morning

when the safe would have
the most cash.

What about the sports book?

Sunday morning,

day after the prize fight.

DIXON: So now we just
got to figure out

what place has the most cash
lying around on Mondays.

Cement factory.

Dixon found out

that their dad worked
at that cement factory

since he was 15 years old,
and they fired him

for coming to work
with a few drinks in him.

What's the date?
The 15th.

Payday.

No, no, no, no!
Drop it, drop it! Put it down!

Drop it on the ground! Now!
Don't move!

Put it down!
RUSS:
Drop it!

Drop the money! Drop it!
Drop your gun!

Okay, guys, this is
how it's gonna go, okay?

Drop your weapon,
Nathan.

JACK:
You, too, Russ.

(sniffs)

RALPH:
You got nowhere to run.
Give it up.

Come on, Nathan, let's go!

Aah!

Let go of the shotgun, son.

* You've got to have heart

* All you really need is heart

(thud, rumbling)
What was that?

I don't know.
Oh...

(turns off radio, music stops)

Ah, for Pete's sake.

Oh, hey.

Hey, thanks
for stopping.

I really
appreciate it.

Hey, don't worry about it.
How you doing?

What do you got here?
What is that, a nail?

(laughs) I'm telling you,
these new radials,

they look like
a million bucks

on the showroom floor.

You get 'em out
on the road...

That must be Maureen.

And Adam.

MAUREEN:
Honey, come here.

How's Adam like
first grade?

You know, in Chicago,

you go your whole life,
you never meet your neighbors.

Out here...

I want my neighbors
to know me.

So we can help each other.

I understand you went to
Vincent with some, uh...

accounting problems.

From now on, any problems--

Vincent, the Savoy,
anything--

you come to me.

I'm Johnny Rizzo.

There won't be any more
problems, Mr. Rizzo,

I assure you.

Terrific.
Terrific.

That's great.
See? Look. Great.

Here I am,
helping my neighbor.

(groans)

Oh...

JACK: Nathan Auster
made his choice.

Wish he'd made a different one.

At least he didn't get
his brother killed, too.

Brothers have a way
of dragging each other

into trouble, don't they?

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

KATHERINE: Hey...
(knocks)

RALPH:
Come in, Katherine.

Looks like you don't have to
worry about Russ Auster

doing any more
damage in Vegas.

They spotted his car
outside of Phoenix.

Shouldn't be long
before he gets caught.

Or ends up
in Mexico.

I'll let the border
authorities know

he could be
heading their way.

(quiet grunt)

What?

I have new information
on Diane Desmond's death.

My CI believes
Rizzo killed her

with a spiked dose of heroin.

Why would those Mob
boys want her dead?

Well, apparently, they suspect
she's working for the FBI.

Was she?

I can't find out,

but I believe this information
is enough to convince

the DA to authorize
wiretapping warrants

on Savino, Rizzo,
and the Savoy.

And if he says yes,
I will be celebrating

with a cocktail at the Gemini

and I hope
not to be doing that alone.

I was thinking
about Hal Whitford

losing to you
yesterday.

Oh, that's funny,
'cause my memory

is of me beating
him soundly.

I don't think you beat him.

I think he lost
intentionally.

How'd you figure?
I had the winning hand.

He wins every game, beats
the best players in the city,

and suddenly
he starts losing?

He knew we were on to him,
so he changed his pattern.

Nah, I set him up.

It was skill.
It was cheating.

Losing that badly is
the same as winning crooked.

Either way,
a player has to know

the exact cards
of his opponent.

You ruled out a spotter?

Inside the suite.

* Go Dutch treat

* You were sweet

* Danke schoen *

* Darling, danke schoen *

* Save those lies, darling,
don't explain... *

(clears throat)

* I recall

* Central Park in fall...

Blackjack's all about luck.

Nothing's going to turn two
face cards and a three of clubs

into anything but a bust.

Poker, on the other hand...
poker is a game of skill.

Call.

* Darling, danke shoen... *

(Hal chuckles)

Poker is a game that is...

Poker is a game that...

If you'd excuse me, gentlemen.

Hey.

Excuse my reach.

Well, this is
a little awkward.

Isn't it?

What's going on?

Just had a nice,
long conversation

with your spotter.

Apparently he used
a hidden lens

to spy on the other
players' cards,

then used this thing
to send you a signal

to tell you
what they were.

Morse code.

I mean, that's not just
illegal, Mr. Whitford,

that's just plain rude.

It's also a misdemeanor.

I'll make bail and hit asphalt
in ten minutes.

Mm. Minus all the loot we found
in your hotel safe.

130 grand.

You mean my 130 grand.

You caught me in one game.

Fine, I plead guilty.

For today.

The rest of that money I won
fair and square, and my spotter

will back me up.
Hal,

you've been cheating nonstop
for the last 72 hours.

Prove it in court.

Oh, we will.

And until that time,
the money

will be held as evidence
in the Vegas Bank and Trust.

Oh, and I wouldn't use
that buzzer trick again,

'cause we plan to send
your pretty little mug shot

out to every casino
in the state.

Don't suspect you'll be
welcomed with open arms.

SAVINO:
Well, thank you very much,

Mr. Farwood.

Of course,
we'd love to be your guests.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

What did
Nelson Rockefeller want?

He's opening the credit line
for the Tumbleweed up again.

He wants us to come by tonight,
go over a few details,

but it looks
like we're in the clear.

That's how these types
do business.

A round of G-and-Ts,
a handshake, and then boom--

the money starts to flow.

They're Mormon;
they don't drink.

So it's sarsaparilla.

Look, the Tumbleweed can't be

your piggy bank anymore.

The real money starts flowing

once we turn
that place around,

but there can't any more of
this nickel-and-dime business.

You think you're the only one
who can play it straight?

What time we got
to be there?

7:30.

I'll see you out front.

(sighs)

KATHERINE:
Loan-sharking,
extortion, racketeering,

and with the murder
of Diane Desmond,

with all of this,
we have more than enough

on Rizzo to request
a wiretap.

You got a witness to the murder?

I'm not sure
there is one,

but I think I can get the dealer

that sold the poisoned dose.

I can't go forward till
I know who your CI is.

I can't tell you.

I made a promise.
Katherine,

I'm not putting my ass on
the line for your promise.

I need to know
that your CI

is credible and can stand
up to cross in court.

Diane Desmond was
a Federal witness.

If we don't make a play
on Rizzo, they will.

Once they come to the party,
they don't leave,

and I did not come
back to Vegas

to push papers
for a Federal prosecutor.

(chuckles)

How very... ambitious of you.

I thought you'd find that
appealing.

JACK:
Hal Whitford made bail.

All right.
And Freddie Newsome
over at the bank said

he'd hold the $130,000
in his vault, so...

I can take it.

I'm meeting Katherine
over at the Gemini.

Oh, well, look at you,
out on the town.

YVONNE:
Phone call for you, Sheriff.

Says he's Russ Auster.

This is Sheriff Lamb.

RUSS: This is the man
that killed my brother?

What can I do for you, Russ?

(railroad crossing bell
clanging)
Go to hell, for starters.

It's out of my hands, son.

A badge don't make a man,
Sheriff.

I'm coming for you
as soon as the time is right.

I'll be waiting.

You could save your mama
a lot of grief

and just surrender
where you are.

(train horn blaring)
Funny, you thinking
of my family now?

Nathan's gone.

Don't fight his fight.

It's my fight now.

Then it'll just have to play out
the way it does.

(crossing bell
clanging continues)

I guess it will.

JACK:
We tried to trace the call,

but there wasn't time.
Track down

any railroad crossings
near Phoenix.

I could hear a signal
in the background.

He's either on foot

or he's in
a stolen vehicle.

I'm gonna take this
over to Freddie.

If Katherine calls,
tell her I won't be late.

Don't spend it all in one place.

You bet.

(engine starts)

(upbeat country music plays)

* When you are sad and lonely

* And have no place to go

* Come to see me, baby,
and bring along... *

(turns off radio, music stops)

RIZZO: You telling me Farwood
lives all the way out here?

Let me do the talking.
One hour, in and out.

(doorbell rings)

Probably can't hear you
'cause of all the cobwebs.

PORTER:
Can we help you fellas?

There must be
some mistake.

Mr. Farwood sent for us.

We're supposed to meet
with the Board of Directors.

We are the Board of Directors.

Neighbor.

Thank you very much.

Deputy found Russ Auster's car.

Arizona Highway Patrol
caught up with it
near the border.

Driver says that he bought it
from Russ

last night, here in Vegas.

Says that, as far as he knows,
Russ is still in the city.

Jack!

Freddie Newsome just called
from the bank.

He found Pop's truck outside.

Said there's blood all over
the sidewalk.

But he was supposed
to meet Katherine

after he dropped off the...

the money.

Get on the dispatch.
Get every deputy
back here now.

We're gonna need a map of every
train crossing in Clark County.

Your dad is
a tough son of a bitch.

We're gonna find him.

(groans)

(shovel digging)

(coughing)

(gasps)

Ralph said Russ called
from near a train crossing,

so we got Deputies at
Fillmore, McCarran and El Soto.

There are any number
of motels on those roads

he could be hiding in.

I need more men to
check every apartment,

motel room and
SRO off Fremont.

Is Hal Whitford still
in custody?

Mia... uh, he made bail
this afternoon.

Turns out he ran a similar ring

at the Nugget in Reno,

about six months back
under an alias.

They hired
a private security man

to track him down

who's been missing ever since.

They think Whitford killed him?

They weren't able to prove it.

They've never found
the security man's body.

Russ Auster
may not be our guy.

And Hal knew that we were taking
the money to the bank.

He could have waited there
and then jumped him.

Wait... Paradise Valley.

Hal said his family
had a ranch there.

Well, let's go.

Change of plans.

Round up all units and have 'em
sent out to Paradise Valley.

Right away.

If that bastard's got Ralph,
that's where he'll be.

PORTER:
You fellas know who we are?

Yeah. The welcome wagon.

Ah.

Men like us have
been keeping peace

in this valley since
the first wagon train arrived.

For over 100 years,

we've been putting troublemakers
like you in their place.

I respect that.

But there's a way to work this
out so we all come out ahead.

You ever heard
of the Paiute?

They were the

local native tribe here
when we arrived.

Couple of their bad apples

raided a homestead
one night.

Pilfered all the stores,
set the cabin ablaze.

Burned the family alive inside.

The next morning,
council was convened, and, uh...

You people understand
the necessity

of a quick response,
don't you, Mr. Savino?

Council determined
that a message had to be sent

that if you come
at our people,

measures must be taken,
so I ask you again,

have you ever heard
of the Paiute, hmm?

You may have operated
with impunity,

but you have pushed us to the
limits of our hospitality.

You need us.

I beg your pardon.

Everything you've had in
this valley's tapped out.

Mining, ranching, water.

Sure, you got land,

but we're the only people
who know what to do with it.

Oh.

You may have held the cards

in this valley
for the last hundred years,

but if you kill us, you'll be
a footnote to the Paiute.

So what are you suggesting,
Mr. Savino?

A foothold in the future.

I don't see that.

You will...

...once you own
the Tumbleweed.

You let us walk
out of here,

it's yours.

You'd sign it over,
here and now?

If we walk.

What do I know
about running a casino?

You don't have to know anything.

I'll run it for you.

(low grunt)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(both grunting)

(gunshot)

(panting)

(panting continues)

(door opens, slams shut)

What are you celebrating for?

Being alive, for starters.

You missed a real opportunity
back in the war.

The French Army
would've loved you.

They're good
at surrendering, too.

You would have had a bullet

in your skull if I didn't
give up the Tumbleweed.

It's the oldest trick
in the book, Vinny.

They're not gonna kill us.
They need us.

The Tumbleweed was mine,
and it's gone because of you!

It was never yours.

None of this is.

You walk around here giving
orders to a bunch of ants

nobody gives a crap about.

You're a quarter Irish.

You're never gonna be
a made man.

You're expendable.

This city could be a gold mine,

and you're ruining it.

Ain't that a shame.

Because I'm a made guy,

and the only way I'm leaving
this town is in a body bag.

Have a nice time
explaining that back home.

(door shuts)

JACK:
Oh... well, maybe

the man in this dress can
tell us where the sheriff is.

Visiting hours are over.
KATHERINE:
They actually just

started, Ralph, and as much
as it must pain you,

you don't call the shots here.

They were out of Field and
Stream at the gift shop,

but I did what I could.

"Secrets of Hollywood Wives."

"Queen Elizabeth
In India."

"50 Fantastic Dinner Ideas?"
We're tired of beans, Pop.

Don't they have any newspapers
down at that shop?

I told you,
he ain't never budging

on those beans.

Take a rain check on that beer?

Yes.

Well!

Fancy meeting

you here.
I just came by to see

how your brother was doing.

Oh, a little bit of rest,

and he'll be back on
his feet in no time.

Good. I should go now.

Um, I'll be sure to let Ralph
know that you tipped us to Hal.

That's not why I came here.

Well, you didn't need
to tell us, so...

I'm still trying to figure out
what your angle was there.

Well, I suppose you could say
I was worried about you.

I suppose you could.

You know, you really
don't need to sneak out.

I mean, I'm sure Ralph would
be more than happy to see you.

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Why not? My family doesn't bite.

Mine does.

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