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(door opens)

MIA: Good morning.
Is everything all right?

RIZZO:
Everything's great.

You got to see this.

Have you ever seen
one of these inaugurations?

KENNEDY: Ask not what America
will do for you...

Since when did you get
interested in politics?

A son of a bootlegger in office,
and we helped put him there?

You're telling me you're not
a little bit puffed up?

You know, housekeeping comes
in five minutes.

Why don't you order breakfast,

and we'll watch
and eat it in your room.

Bacon and eggs,
half a grapefruit, right?

And don't you dare eat my
bacon before I get there.

No promises.

He's terrific.

(door opens)

MIA:
I'll be there in a bit.

I don't think

I ever fully appreciated

just how big your
father's feet are.

If he had found you
in here...

Now how long is
that gonna take

for that food
to get up to his room?

15 to 20 minutes?
How are we ever gonna

fill that time?

Canasta?

Oh. I like canasta.

Yeah. I'll get the cards.

I'll get the pad.

*

Morning.

It's not a date.

So, you taking me to
your cousin's wedding

isn't a date?
All I need

is a warm body.

Otherwise, my aunt will try
and set me up with

her buck-toothed
neighbor again.
That sound like a date, Jack?

Sounds like a date.

Jack says
that sounds like a date.

I want three things in a date:

tall, dark and...
not you.

Ooh, you are
in a mood today.

Well, if I can't have a date,
at least give me the paper.

Sorry. Mrs. Kent asked
for something to read

while she waited
for your father.

DIXON:
Miss Halloran?

She said her name
was Barbara Kent.

That's her married name.

When we knew her,
it was Barbara Halloran.

Who is she?

My ninth grade
French teacher.

With jewelry like that?

I should really

look into teaching.

JACK: You should really
look into marrying a rich guy,

'cause that's what she did.

Left Ralph for him, in fact.

So she's the one
that got away?

Or she's more like the one
that left my dad high and dry.

(door opens, closes)

Morning.

Morning.

Everything all right?

Barbara Kent

is in your office.

Well, I guess
I better see what she wants.

Hi, Ralph.

Well, hey there, Barb.

I'm sorry

to drop in on you like this.

Without notice.

Well, that's the thing
about a sheriff's office:

door's always open.

(chuckles softly)

Gosh, it's
been, what?

Eight years.

(laughs)

You look, uh...

So do you.

(clears throat)

Well, um, sit down.

What brings you into town?

Rick's here on business.
I'm just tagging along.

Yeah.
He's actually the reason

that I came to see you.

We were robbed last night.

We were walking back to our
hotel, and these two men--

they came up to us,
and they hit Rick.

Started punching him
right there on the street.

They stole $5,000.

Rick all right?

He says he is.

He's back at
the hotel.

I had wanted to report
the attack last night,

but, um,
he refused.
Hmm.

I just think
he doesn't like the idea

of asking my old boyfriend
for help.

Well, unfortunately, your
old boyfriend's the sheriff.

(chuckles)

Yeah. Just got a call.

Found a body
on some deserted ranch up north.

I'm gonna take it.

Aren't you gonna tell your pop?

He seems to have his hands full
with a body of his own.

We got to do something
about this Barbara situation.

Didn't realize it
was a situation.

She's bad news.
Always has been.

You just don't like her 'cause
she gave you a "D" in French.

I don't like her
'cause she broke Dad's heart.

Oh, it was more
complicated than that.

She left, he was wrecked.
Seems pretty simple to me.

Deputy?

No identification,
but we're canvassing

surrounding ranches to see
if she worked at any of 'em.

Well, that'd be a waste of time.

Brand-new clothes.

Manicured nails.

She never put in
a hard day's work in her life.

Give me a hand
here, boys.

(grunts)

Well, look at that.

The Double N.

Ain't that one of those
dude ranches for tourists?

It's a divorce ranch.

Most places,
you got to wait a year

before the judge'll
let you call it quits.

In Nevada,
it's six weeks

of riding horses and sunbathing,
and you go home

a single woman.

Or in a casket.

What now?

You're not going to like this.

Do I ever?

It's an affidavit for a
wiretap for Rizzo's phone.

They're looking for
information pertaining

to the murder of
Diane Desmond.

She O.D.'d.

My hands are clean.

There's a confidential informant

who's been feeding information
to one of my A.D.A.'s.

Whoever it is, they
say Rizzo killed her.

It has to be someone
in your organization.

I want this rat's name.

The A.D.A.
won't give it up.

Which A.D.A.?
Katherine O'Connell.

Get rid of her!

Fire her for insubordination.

If I put up too many roadblocks,
she'll know what I'm up to.

You're hopeless.

Vincent, we need
to figure this out.
There's no "we."

I'm gonna find
this son of a bitch.

And when I do,
I'll take care of him myself.

(car door closes)

(sighs)

Mrs. Savino.

Oh. Hi, Ildy.

Uh, Vincent forgot
to leave me cash this morning.

Normally, he keeps
some in this drawer.

He has me hold
the petty cash now.

I can get you some.

Wonderful. And do you mind
making a hair appointment for me

tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

at La Fontaine?

Of course.

You're a godsend.
(chuckles)

* Come on,
let me show you where it's at *

* Come on
* Come on, let me
show you where it's at *

* Come on

* Come on, let me
show you where it's at *

* The name of the place is
I Like It Like That *

* Come on...

More like the Double D ranch.

Tighten up.

Karen Schultz.
Welcome to the Double N.

This is my wrangler, Max.

Her name is Marjorie Harding.
She's a guest here.

I'd appreciate it if we keep
this between ourselves.

Marjorie was
quite popular.

She stayed here, what,
must be three times now?

That sounds right.

Marjorie's been divorced
three times?

Well, technically twice.

Her third one was just a week
away from becoming official.

Any troubles
with the exes?

Not that I'm
aware of.

What about with any
of these guests?
No.

When Marjorie stayed here,

she was our unofficial
social director.

Most of these girls
show up pretty shell-shocked.

Marjorie--

she'd have 'em out of their
room and dancing in no time.

She saw divorce
as a liberation.

It was for me.

My husband left town

six years ago with
one of our guests.

I got this ranch
in the settlement.

Now I'm my own boss.

Either of you see anything
suspicious last night?

4:00 this morning,

I saw a blue motorcycle with
a sidecar go past the bunkhouse.

Miss Fields was in it.

Dawn Fields. Her and Marjorie
and some of the girls

went down to Fremont last night.

I heard that the two of them
were hollering at each other

pretty good.
Something about Dawn's husband.

Let's take a look
at Dawn Fields' room first.

Sure looks like
she left in an awful hurry.

(laughing)
Now, that's a face

only a mother
could love.

This town
certainly is full

of some unfortunate-looking
characters, isn't it?

Well, this whole place
has gone south

since you hightailed it
out of here.

Oh, so I'm to blame for
the city's rising crime rate?

Mm.
My apologies.

There's an upside.

Without the criminals,
I'd be out of a job.

And free to while
away your days

back at the big
old ranch of yours.

You know, it might have been
different with us

if you'd been willing
to leave that place.

Or if you'd been willing
to stay.

But you just had
to see the world.

I hope you saw it.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Rick took me everywhere.

Europe,
India, Africa.

Mm-hmm. Oh.

I'm real happy for you.

Glad it worked out.

Oh, I don't know
if I'd say that.

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

That's him.
You sure?

I'm positive.

Yvonne?
Yes, sir.

What do we have
on one Paul Zummo?

Let me check.

Heard about you and Dixon.

Mighty brave of you

to go to a wedding with a guy

who inherited my fashion sense.

He just has
to dress up a little.

It's not black tie.

Tie? What's a tie?

YVONNE: Three arrests for usury
over the past five years.

RALPH:
Loan shark?

YVONNE:
Says here he operates out of

the back room
of The Gravy Train.

Barbara still here?

Her husband got mugged.

Right, but she's here
instead of him.

She ain't just here
about no mugger, Ralph.

(scoffs)

CERVELLI:
Come on, where is it?

Anyone finds out about this,
I'll kill you myself.

You understand?

Get out of here.

*

* Mama said there'll be
days like this *

* There'll be days
like this... *

Have a seat.

No. This is a bad idea.

What the hell am I doing here?

Dad, Jack and I are dating.

The candy store cop?

Yes, Jack is a cop.

It is something you're
going to have to deal with.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

I love your daughter.
What?

You're gonna
have to get used to it.

'Cause I ain't going anywhere.

Is that right?

I'm never gonna
trust you, Mr. Rizzo.

Just like you're
never gonna trust me.

So, for Mia's sake,
I say we call a truce.

MIA:
Dad.
Hmm?

I need you to do this for me.

We'll talk about this later.

Little heads-up
would have been nice.

You told my father you love me.

Well, I thought it would, uh...

you know, calm him down.

Which was a poor
tactical decision on my part.

See you tonight.
Mm-hmm.

Hey there,

buckaroos.

You boys look like
ready cash.

Won big at a poker
game last night.

You know that fella you beat up
on Fremont Street last night?

Rick Kent?

Never heard of him.

He's in a coma.

Aneurysm. Freak thing.

Maybe he'll last
another day.

But if he dies... it's murder.

And I got a witness
that puts

one of you at
the scene.

Here's how this deal's
gonna work:

first one of you talks
gets immunity.

Guy walks in with
a $2,000 suit.
This Rick guy.

He wants a loan.
Five grand.

Gave us a diamond bracelet
as collateral.

Stones were fake.
Always the rich guys.

Had to get the money back.
We roughed him up a little.

Mm-hmm.

All right, I'll have
a little chat with Rick.

You said he was in a coma.

Did I?

He did say he wants
his five grand back.

(elevator bell dings)

Who the hell brings
a kid to a casino?

(elevator stops, alarm buzzes)

You talking to the law?

What are you talking about?

I saw you swap the envelope
with that guy

with the blue suit
and the brown shoes.

You think I don't know
you're the rat?

Rat?

You got it wrong, Vince.

I'll show you
what he gave me.

I got it right...

Being a junkie's not much better
than being a rat.

(sighs)

It's rhinoceros horn.

Powdered rhinoceros horn.

I've been seeing
this showgirl--

26 years old.

You know, it's supposed
to keep the...

you know, the
spaghetti al dente,

you know what I mean?

(elevator starts)

We got bigger problems
than your spaghetti.

A rat, huh?

Rizzo's gonna go
nuts over that.

Ah, he doesn't need to know.

He finds out we got
a rat in the house,

who do you think
he's gonna go after?

The guy who let him in.

We have to find this guy
and take care of him

before Rizzo finds out.

(elevator bell dings)

(lively jazz music playing)

We need to talk.

What's the problem?

You got to fire Mia.

What the hell happened?

I want her fired. End of story.

You want me to get rid
of the best

count room manager
I've ever had,

I need an explanation.

It's between me and my daughter.

And I don't want this
coming back to me, either.

You're overreacting.

You want me
to fire you, too?

I'll take care of it.

Today.

Matches the description
of the bike

that picked up
Dawn Fields from the ranch.

Well, how many
blue sidecars

do you think there
are in Clark county?

(woman shrieking, giggling,
mattress squeaking)

That what
I think it is?

It ain't pogo sticks.

(woman screams)

BOTH:
Sheriff's department.

I didn't murder Marjorie.

You and Marjorie had a fight
last night, and this morning,

you hightailed it
out of the ranch

in that motorcycle outside.

I didn't kill her.

When I checked
into that ranch,

all I wanted to do

was curl up in a ball
with a bottle of vodka.

Marjorie made up a game
for us all to play.

Help us appreciate

our newfound freedom.

Here.

Bingo?
Each square

was supposed help us
get out of our rut.

Take a double shot of whiskey,

or bet $100

on a roll of the dice.

She said we couldn't
go back to the ranch

until we got
five in a row.

That was the last
square I needed.

"Kiss a stranger."

As soon as I did,

I knew I was making a mistake.

I didn't want to kiss strangers.

All I wanted
was to kiss my husband.

DIXON:
Marjorie didn't

like that, huh?

She thought I was

running back to him.

She thought I was weak.

But I realized
I loved him.

I called L.A.

He jumped on his motorcycle
and was here in five hours.

Did Marjorie have
one of these?

There was only one square
on the whole card

she couldn't quite get.

"Pretend to be
a working girl"?

DAWN:
For five minutes.

She was the only one
brave enough to try it.

I'm taking this.

*

She was standing
right next to me.

If she wasn't a pro,

she was a hell of an actress.

That must've
made you mad,

her moving in
on your territory?

Guy she was talking to--

could smell his breath
from here.

So, no, I wasn't mad.

Tony, on the
other hand...

grabbed her wrist
and dragged her outside.

Tony here tonight?

Hey...

he ain't
gonna hurt you.

You've been a big help.

Give me half an hour, I can
help you a whole lot more.

I'm kind of busy right now.
Working.

Cops get half price.

Yeah.

And how 'bout you, cowboy?

Going somewhere, Tony?

Thought I might have
left my headlights on.

We got a couple questions
for you

about a woman
you assaulted last night--

Marjorie Harding.

She died
a couple hours later.

(handcuffs clicking)
Doesn't ring a bell.

Yeah?

Why do you have her purse?

Thought I'd scare her a little,

so she wouldn't work my turf.

She took a knee
to my grapes, took off.

Left her purse on the sidewalk.

I'm telling you,
I didn't kill her.

Jack.

Take a look at this.

Be right back.

Cash transfer.
$25,000.

16th? That was
four days ago.

Woman walking
around with $25,000

makes for a pretty
good target.

Uh-huh.

Looking lovely as usual.

We're lucky Vincent
has no concept

how long a wash and set
takes at La Fontaine.

Bank accounts from Chicago

showing money going into
and out of sham accounts

that Rizzo runs.

Interstate bank fraud.

Where did you get it?

I took it off Vincent's desk.

You're getting
good at this.

Well, I don't want
to get good at it.

I want it to stop.

Without you, this investigation
wouldn't exist.

Now we think we know from
whom Rizzo bought the drugs

that killed
Diane Desmond.

You got us the wiretap.

This will be over soon.

My family won't be safe
until you arrest Rizzo.

You expect me to just wait?

I know how important
your family's safety is,

and I brought you these.

After all of
this is done,

we can help you
relocate somewhere,

and you can live a normal life.

Vincent will never
leave Las Vegas.

What he's doing here...

it's his dream.

His dream is going
to get him killed.

If you really want to
keep your family safe,

this is the only way.

(horse neighs)

(chuckles)
You know, Barbara,

horse thieving--

that's a
serious offense.

You weren't home,

so I wandered
over to the stables.

Forgotten how beautiful
it is out here.

Yeah, well, it ain't Africa.

But it'll do.

You want to help me down?

Sure.

(both sigh)

Don't tell me you
don't want this.

You know that's not it.

You're married.

Well, Monty's clear.

He had a floor shift on
the 8th from 6:00 to 2:00.

That's about it-- that's
everybody who was off the clock

when all the meetings
with the A.D.A. happened.

You want me to check out
the dealers, the valet guys?

No.

Our rat's connected
to the entire organization.

Plus, he's too smart
to get caught.

What about Ildy?

She's your secretary;
she hears everything.

She's not very smart.

But I'm all out of ideas.

Distract her.

Ildy!

What would you say
if the most handsome man

in this casino were
to ask you to lunch?

(laughs)

Mr. Cervelli.

Just let me
grab my purse.

*

(whispers):
Laura.

(elevator bell dings)

Oh, good,
you're here.

I thought we could order
in some Chinese tonight.

It's been ages since I had
some decent shrimp fried rice.

I know.

The affidavit,
the wire tap.

Everything.

What did you
tell them?

I never said a word about you.

That's not
what I asked.

It was about Diane Desmond.

You spoke to a D.A.

I was trying to save our lives.

I'm already dead.

You're dead.

Our children are orphaned.

As soon as Rizzo figures it
out, we're going to the desert.

And there's not a thing
I can say to stop it.

What the hell
is this now?

Katherine says she can
help us disappear.

Us? You think I'm gonna testify?

Just hear me out.
I am not a rat!

I will never be a rat!

And even if I was, do you know
what kind of life this is?

We'd be dragged
in and out of courtrooms

for the next five years,
we'd never see our kids,

our faces would be
all over the papers,

and we'd be looking over
our shoulders, worried about

some wise guy taking us out
on some courtroom steps.

I agree with
every word you said.

But I don't have another plan.

Do you, Vincent?

To what do I owe this?

My wife is done taking
to you, understand?

I've never met your wife.

Cut the crap.

I know who you are.

Rich little girl
goes off to New York,

comes back with her tail
between her legs.

Wants to make a mark in this
town, no matter who she hurts.

I know you.

And I know
where you live.

You say one more word
to my wife,

it'll be the last thing
you ever do.

You think you're the only person
who's ever pointed a gun at me?

No.

But this time, it's different.

See, I could shoot you
right here in cold blood,

and I would never see the inside

of a holding cell.

People like me
can kill people like you.

No questions asked.

So think twice before
you threaten me, Mr. Savino.

It could be the last thing
you ever do.

RALPH:
Been a while, Rick.

Yeah.

Mind if
I sit down?

Told Barbara not to make a fuss.

Well, getting your lip
all busted up--

that's something
to make a fuss about.

Ah, I'm fine.

Got something to show you.

Paul Zummo--
he's a loan shark.

Paid a visit to him
and his partner yesterday.

Well, hope you arrested them.

They told me
about the fake stones.

Please, I bought
that bracelet in Belgium.

Everything all right, Rick?

She chose me, Ralph.

Move on.

(sighs)

Here's your money.

Just how long
were you planning

on keeping Barbara
in the dark about this?

I made a couple
bad investments, okay?

Money dried up,

figured five grand
would at least buy me

couple more
months with her.

I know a little bit
about Barbara.

I don't think
she's the type of woman

that would stay
with a man for his money.

She'd have been better off
if she stayed with you.

She left me for you.

Only because you
pushed her away.

I knew I was her
second choice.

Thought if I could offer her
the one thing that you couldn't,

if I could take her
around the world,

then maybe someday
she'd forget about you.

I don't think she ever did.

Have you figured out what
you're wearing to the wedding?

You know that
red and black flannel?

Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna
throw that on,

along with my grandpa's
belt buckle,

dust off my boots;
you'll barely recognize me.

It's a wedding...
not a hoedown.

If I'm just a warm body, what
do you care what I'm wearing?

Your cousin, the one
that's getting married,

he the same one that's pals

with your
old boyfriend?

Oh, there it is.

Admit it, you invited me
just to make him jealous.

If you think I'm that shallow,
then forget I even asked you.

Fine with me.

Fine.

Hey, you know that land
where Marjorie was found?

With the barn?
Yeah.

Bank just said
she'd used

that 25 grand to buy it.

What does some New
York society lady

want with brushland
in Nevada?

Maybe she was hiding away
some assets for the divorce,

the husband found out.
Husband was

at the opera
the night Marjorie was killed.

Over a hundred people
saw him there.

Do we know
the sale went through?

Maybe she was gonna back out.

Sellers might
not have liked that.

I'll head down

to the county clerk's office
and pull the deed.

All right.

Everything
all right?

Yeah, fine.

You sure about that?

Yeah.
'Cause the last time

I saw you like this was right
after you and Barbara broke up.

We didn't break up, she left.

Can't expect a person to stay
if you don't make room for them.

Fired?

What in God's
name did I do?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Chicago wants to make a change.

Did my dad sign off on this?

He fought like hell
to keep you here.

Who are they bringing in?

One of their numbers guys
just finished a prison term.

They feel like they owed him.

What's his name?

Robbie Golfo.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

Does this have anything
to do with me and Jack?

(knock on door)

Look, I hate to do this,

but can we finish
this up a little later?

No need to.

I get it.

I can't believe that
son of a bitch made me do that.

He's the boss.

So what are
you gonna do?

Ah, Rizzo's been a disaster

ever since he took care
of Angelo.

This guy's either
gonna bankrupt us,

get us all killed
or thrown in jail.

If he wasn't around anymore,
this whole case would go away.

Are you saying what
I think you're saying?

He's a damn animal.

And I'm sick
of cleaning up after him.

We ask permission from Chicago,
we'll never get it.

We do it without
Chicago's okay,

you know what will happen.

There's got to be
another way.

I thought I'd seen
it all from you.

I get fired after I tell
you I'm dating Jack

and you think I don't know
you told Savino to do it?

Savino runs this
joint, not me.

You're upset;
I'll make you a drink.

You think you can dictate
where I live, who I date.

I'm trying to do right
by you, young lady!

You're better than this job!

You went to Wharton,
for crying out loud.

You should be at a
bank or something.
I tried.

I applied to every
corporation that was open

to hiring women
in a management position.

There were 36 of them.

Didn't get one interview.

You want to know why?

Because I have your last name.

It's the same reason
boys didn't ask me to prom.

They were all afraid of you.

And now I have someone
who isn't afraid of you,

someone who loves me and you try
to take him away from me?

He's not right for you.

You're a sad and lonely man.

Who's only happy
if everyone else around him

is sad and lonely, too.

I've set interviews
with The House of Cards

and The Golden Nugget.

I'm not leaving Vegas,
and I'm not leaving Jack.

(door slams)

You're not gonna
believe this.

Turns out, Marjorie
signed over

her new ranch land just a couple
hours before she was murdered.

Guess who she
was giving it to.

Max Voorhees.

The wrangler?

Looks like he got
what he wanted

and then killed her.

We got to head back
to the Double N.

You coming?

You two go on.

Bonjour, Madame Kent.

Bonsoir, Dixon.

(truck engine starts)

Where you off to now?

That depends.

On what?

On what you'd want if I
wasn't another man's wife.

(sighs)

What do you want, Barbara?

You.

We had something special,
didn't we?

But you don't want
this kind of life.

You never did.

Do you know why I was always
talking about leaving the ranch

and wanting to go
off and see the world?

I thought, if I could just
get you away from here,

I could get you
away from... her.

From the memory
of your wife.

And then I would finally
have you all to myself.

You deserve better.

So do you.

(sighs)

Good-bye, Ralph.

(engine starts)

Bye, Barbara.

You think I killed Margie?
JACK:
Well, I think

that you swindled Marjorie
into signing over the deed,

and then you killed her
just to keep her quiet.

This must have been a
wedding present from her to me.

You and Marjorie
were getting hitched?

Cowboy's not good enough
for a society gal?

You know, we
went on dozens

of trail rides
over the years,

we swapped hundreds of stories

before I even kissed her
the first time?

Couple weeks ago, she said
she had plenty of boyfriends,

but they were boys first
and they were friends second.

Guess that's why none of
those fellas ever worked out.

If you two were
getting married, I think

one of the guests would
have mentioned it by now.

Margie didn't want any of
the other girls to know.

Going through what
they're all going through.

She thought it'd
just make 'em upset.

Listen, it's a good story,
and I want to believe you,

but without someone
to corroborate it...

Last thing she ever wrote me.

We were supposed to go on a
midnight trail ride that night

and she cancelled.

Said she wanted to surprise me
with something out here.

"Forever yours, Marjorie."

Oh, look at that.

Signatures don't match up.

Whoever killed Marjorie wrote
this letter to get her alone.

It's written on
ranch stationery.

Why would I do anything
to harm Marjorie?

For business reasons alone,

it'd be like killing
the golden goose.

Well, ma'am, some things are
more important than money.

Working with someone
for ten hours a day,

five days a week,
month after month,

you can develop
pretty intense feelings

pretty fast.

How long you been working
with Max now?

Five years, is it?

Wait. You think
Max and I are an item?

I think you
wish you were.

I think that's why
you wrote this letter.

Well, Marjorie
wrote that to him.

Max dug up
these cancelled paychecks.

Got your signature on
the bottom line here.

Oh, look at that.

The handwriting
on the paycheck

matches the handwriting
on the letter.

The man you loved was
about to leave this ranch

with another woman, but
you couldn't let that happen.

Not again.

So you lured Marjorie
Harding into a barn

in the middle
of the night.

Shot her in the back.

Max is the sweetest man
that I have ever known.

But he had no idea

what he was getting into;
they would have lasted a year.

And then she just
would have found somebody else.

Do you have any idea...
what it's like

to see the love of your life
just walk away?

DIXON:
You're under arrest,

ma'am...

(handcuffs jingling)

...for the murder
of Marjorie Harding.

(sighs)

A rat?

When I find the son of a bitch
who did this...

I've already found her.

Her?

I was thinking about
keeping this to myself.

But you're the boss.

And you need to know the
truth, no matter how painful.

The rat...

It's Mia.

Those are some big words, Vinny.

I have an affidavit
with the times and dates

of all the meetings
with the D.A.

Mia didn't work on
any of those days.

You think I'd come
to you and tell you

your own daughter
was an informant

unless I was absolutely certain?

Look it's not her,
it's this Jack Lamb.

He's gotten to her.

He's playing with her emotions,
turning her against you.

I haven't told anybody
outside this room,

but if Chicago finds
out about this...

We just got to figure it out.

There's nothing to figure out.

I'm going after the deputy.

(door slams)

How the hell
is killing the deputy

gonna solve
our rat problem?

It's only a problem

if the deputy's the
one who gets killed.

And that won't happen
if he gets warned.

One of them kills one of us,
nobody asks any questions.

Not even Chicago.

(dialing rotary phone)

* Wise men say

(phone ringing)

* Only fools rush in

Hold that thought.

(dial tone)
* But I can't help

(laughs)
That should do it.

* Falling in love
with you. *

The girls called today.

Maureen didn't
have much to say.

You know, January's the
hardest month for her.

But Dorothy-- she...

Why are we stopping?

Get out.

Get out.

Now.

That'll take you back
to Chicago.

When I come to visit the kids,
you'll stay with your mother.

We can talk about this.

You've talked enough.

Now thank me
for saving your life

and get on that plane.

You've been waiting a long time
to get rid of me, haven't you?

You betrayed me.

That's not
what this is about.

Everything is
a ledger sheet for you.

Assets and liabilities.

When Vinny the Skin wanted
to go legit 20 years ago,

a North Shore debutante--
that was a real asset.

Even when you brought me
out here in October,

it wasn't because
you wanted to be with me.

It's because you wanted a wife
to bring to a business dinner.

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Laura.

No. Now I know.

Anyone who can threaten
your rise

is a liability.

You'll do anything,
hurt anyone, just so you won't

wind up a washed-up
carpet salesman,

like your father.

Just be thankful you
can hear me say this.

Good-bye.

(plane engine whirring)

* I wonder, wonder

* Oh, oh, who

* Who wrote the book of love

* Tell me, tell me, tell me, oh,
who wrote the book of love... *

DIXON:
Is this seat taken?

How do you know I didn't
find another date?

I figured if you asked me,

you were already
at the bottom of your list.

Nice suit.

Thank you.

Has to be back to the store
by tomorrow morning.

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