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* Never know
how much I love you *

* Never know how much I care

* When you put your arms
around me *

* I get fever
that's so hard to bear *

* You give me fever

Would've hated to be
Mr. Benz when these three

were in high school.
After the show,

I can introduce you,
if you want.
(chuckles)

Maybe when I was 20.

Now they'd put me
in the hospital.

Don't you dare embarrass me.

Did you hear what I said?
I didn't. You need to relax.

MAN: I let you
walk out that door...

Listen to me...

Violet! Miss Mills!
Right here!

(photographers clamoring)

You always say a good actress
has to be a good

press agent first.
I won't let you
walk out on me.

Well, then you shouldn't have
had me watched like a child.

Mr. Silver...
Yes?

How are you today?

Oh, he's great.

He's just seeing me out.

I noticed
you're checking out early.

Was there something wrong
with the hotel?

I just thought it would be nice

to rent a house for a bit--
something homey.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Right.

Eh, crazy broad.

Once she realizes
there's no room service,

she'll be in the next cab back.

Sheriff's Department!

Get up!

You, sir, are under arrest

for engaging in
sexual acts with a minor.

Get him out of here.

I'm 20. I can do what I want.

Come here.

Hey, that's mine!
It's evidence! Sit down!

And you're 17,
Miss Patricia Edwards.

And you have an I.D.
from Nevada,

saying that this motel
is your home address.

Yeah, it's my home.

And you just kicked the door in.

You're fixing it.

Well, I'll do you one better.

I'm Sheriff Lamb...

and if you tell me
who your pimp is,

I'll make sure that you never
have to do this again.

I freelance.

Really?

So you pay the rent,
you pick up clients

and you keep the competition
at bay, all on your own?

'Cause word
on the street is

that some pimp set
a bunch of girls up.

Now who's running
this operation?

All right, have it your way.

Get your shoes on.

We're gonna take
a little ride downtown.

Make his stay here as unpleasant
as legally possible.

Roberts, I want you
to meet Miss Patricia Edwards.

And I want you
to run down her parents.

Might as well search for the
Easter Bunny while you're at it.

And start the paperwork
on a solicitation charge.

Maybe a little time in County

will make her a little bit more
cooperative.

You stay in here for now.

You really want
to lock this kid up?

No... but we can
hold her for 24 hours

before we have to give
her an arraignment.

I want you to go get a cot.
She's gonna

sleep there in my office.

And you keep an eye on her.

Come morning, she may be
in more of a talking mood.

Yes, sir.

Jack.
Yeah?

The DA and Miss O'Connell
are waiting for you.

Jack, just tell 'em
the truth.

I'm not sure
that's gonna help.

After Miss Callum untied me,
I... lunged at Mr. Rizzo.

His gun went off and...

killed Miss Callum. Uh...

We struggled... eventually,
I had his gun, he had mine.

Um, I asked him twice
to put down his weapon.

He made a move.

I shot him.

I-I had no choice.

And Savino set this all up?

He told Rizzo that I turned Mia
against him.

Which wasn't true.

Sounds like a textbook case
of self-defense to me.

And obstruction.

You want to explain how
the prints on that gun

came back as inconclusive?

What, you're
gonna blame him for not

leaving clean enough prints
on the gun?

The problem is...

you took your sweet time
coming forward.

And the delay gives the
appearance of a cover-up.

He didn't cover anything up.

You're here as a courtesy.

I could ask you to step outside.

You want to
step outside with me?

Look, I should've reported
what happened

immediately,
you're right.

But I wasn't looking forward

to telling the woman I love
that I killed her father.

Oh, that's very quaint,

but I can't tell that
to the press.

All the press needs to know is

that a lawman killed
a known gangster

who was trying to kill him--
that's your story.

Okay, we'll use the setup
to our advantage.

We'll say we weren't sure
if there were other hits

planned against
law enforcement...

And we didn't want
to tip our hand to the Mob,

so we sat on the information
until we were sure

it was an isolated event.

Congratulations.

You're not going to prison.

YVONNE:
A little blonde number

dropped this off for you
at around 3:00.

Said it was urgent.

Why'd you wait five
hours to give it
to me, nosy?

Because being your personal
messenger isn't my job.

Violet?

Hello?

Cops bust up your party?

Not quite.

You were the only person
I invited.

Coming in?

(laughs)

RALPH: 19 stitches to the scalp,
got a broken cheek bone,

missing a few teeth there.

Pictures don't show it, but this
fellow's got a lacerated kidney.

That's your future, Frank.

That's what happens
to child molesters in prison.

It's not like she was
nine or something.

She's a child!

And you're a grown man.

And that's enough
to get you 15 years

of beatings and who the hell
knows what else in Nevada State.

Now I know that you didn't
just happen upon this kid,

so you tell me
who set this up for you,

and I'll see to it you just get
a Child Endangerment charge

and community service.

The guy who set this all up,
I mean, he's a bad guy.

If I talk...

He's one bad guy.

In prison, there's
hundreds of 'em.

All right.

His name is Jimmy.
He runs a service...

BYRNE: Not another word,
Mr. Blackwell.

Agent Byrne, FBI.

What the hell's going on here,
Byrne?

You work the count room
in the Savoy, correct?

Yeah.
I'm here to offer you a deal.

If you agree to testify to how
their count room skim operates,

the State of Nevada
is gonna drop

all the charges against you.

RALPH: Like hell it will.
Check with the
Governor's Office.

I just hung up the phone
with them.

The Federal government

will offer you around-the-clock
protection

and set you up
in another location

once the trial's done.

Or you can
take your chances

with the State of Nevada

and how they treat people
in their custody.

I got nothing left
to say to you, Sheriff.

Can I have
a word with you?

Do you know what that creep
does to children?

And it turns my stomach.

But I have an opportunity

to take down the Chicago
Syndicate here.

Just let him tell me who's
pimping out those kids

and I will give him to you.

Not going away as a child
predator is the only carrot

I can offer this donkey,
and if he's impugned as

a child molester, he's worthless
to me as a witness.

So you're willing to sacrifice
young girls

to get a Mob conviction?

Sorry, Ralph.

Sometimes you have
to fry the bigger fish.

You like ham?

Usually, I only eat ham
for lunch.

But this morning
I woke up with

a hankering for a nice, hot,
juicy slab of ham.

I'm sorry.

Are you talking about
actual ham, the food?

Or are you trying
to get fresh?

No, I'm talking about ham,
the food for breakfast.

You and me.

(giggling)

What?
How long have you been up?

I don't know. Ten minutes?

So you had ten minutes to think
of what you were gonna say to me

when I opened up my eyes

and you picked:
"Do you like ham?"

Well, I was gonna ask you

what you're still doing
with Old Man River,

but I thought that would start
our morning off

on the wrong note.

I was a handful
when I was a kid.

I practically drove my mother
to the sanatorium.

And every day, she would
send me to the movies

just to get me
out of her hair.

And since then,

all I've wanted was
to be in pictures.

I thought Barry could help me...

and, obviously, I was wrong.

So get rid of him.
If I break it off

with him, he'll make it

so no one in Hollywood
will hire me.

Well, then do something to make
him want to break up with you.

Why would a guy like Barry
break up with a girl like me?

I hate to say it, but I am stuck
being Barry's girlfriend.

But that doesn't mean
that I'm his girl.

You find anything?

They're all pimps
booked last year,

not one of them named
Jimmy, James... nothing.

That kid is the
best shot we have

of finding the bastard that's
selling children in my town.

And she won't talk.

Then FBI Byrne takes Frank,
and that sinks our case.

What's good for
the goose...

What does that mean?

You don't want to know.

(elevator buzzes)
What do you want?

I got something
you need to hear.

I don't need to hear
anything from you.

If you want to stay
out of prison, you do.

Agent Byrne's

got someone from your operation
in custody

for sleeping with a
17-year-old hooker.

Byrne is pressuring him to
give up details of the skim.

Who?

Well, you know I can't
tell you that.

Then I don't believe you.

Would you just open
your damn eyes

and see that it's Savino
you should hate, not me?

My eyes are wide open.

He told your father that I was
turning you against him.

That you were a rat.

Your daddy tried to kill me
to protect you.

Savino was behind
all of it.

He used me to get rid
of your father.

Believe what you want.

But listen to me on
this Agent Byrne thing,

or you're gonna
end up in prison.

And why should I trust you?

Because I'm still
in love with you.

(elevator bell dings)

KATHERINE:
Good morning, Patricia.

I'm ADA Katherine
O'Connell.

You think if you bring
a fancy lady in here,

I'm gonna tell you
something you want to hear?

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Did you sleep okay?

On a government cot
surrounded by ringing phones?

Like a baby.

You hungry? I can get
you something to eat.

Some eggs, or...

Mashed potatoes.

With gravy?

Ketchup.

All right,
I'll go to the diner

and I'll pick it up myself.
First,

I want you to tell me
about Jimmy.

KATHERINE:
We have reports

of girls as young as 13

getting in and out of
cars in parts of Vegas.

If I help you find him,
I'm out of a job.

I'll give you a job.

As a cop?

I have a ranch.

It's hard work,
but it's a fair wage.

And what exactly is
"a fair wage"

for crawling under a shed

and shoveling dung?

Now, what you're
talking about--

that's called
the shearing shed.

and only somebody who
grew up on a sheep farm

would know about that.

There's a whole bunch
of sheep farms

a couple hundred
miles from here.

Is that where
your parents are?

Hmm?

All right, young lady,

there's nothing more
I can do for you.

ADA O'Connell,

I want you to tell
the juvenile court

there will be
a new solicitation case

on their docket
tomorrow morning.

Now get up.

Peterson, put Miss Edwards

in a luxury holding cell.

And don't worry,

the phones won't keep you
awake in there.

I gotta crank up the heat

if I want to make her talk.

She has to talk by tonight,

or you have to let her go.

And then she's right back
out on the streets.

SAVINO:
Damn G-men.

First he ties up my skim,
and now this?

MIA:
The good news,

if there is any,
is that I know who it is.

We've tracked down all the
three count room employees.

The Ohio State game was
on the radio last night.

That leaves Scott at home.

Harry's a Mormon, so...

we have Frank Blackwell.

He's locked up.

I can get to him.

Get him to change his mind.

Now, you rough him up,
you push him to the Feds.

Frank's worked
under me for a while now.

I thought I'd pay him a visit,
with our lawyer,

and remind him
who his real friends are.

Take your swing.

Did you tell my father
I was a rat?

Jack tell you that?

(wry laugh)

Ah, he's desperate.

He'd say anything
to get you back.

It's a simple question.

Think about it.

If I thought you were a rat,

why would I have hired you back?

I had to ask.

(door closes)

Mia Rizzo.

We haven't officially met.

Patrick Byrne, FBI.

I understand you have one of
our employees in custody.

Our in-house counsel
would like to speak with him.

Mm.

Well, per my advice,

Frank has retained
outside counsel.

As a matter of fact,
he and I

are working on
the terms for

Frank's testimony,
as we speak.

Yeah.

You see, we have an underage
girl in custody

who's gonna put Frankie
away for a long time.

Scary?

And as long as he's worried
about that trial,

he's gonna tell us all about
the Savoy's tax-evasion scheme

and your role
at the heart of it.

So unless you want to spend
your child-bearing years

in a concrete cell,

you're gonna give me
Vincent Savino.

We can talk right now.

Immediately. There's a free room
down the hall.

Your lawyer's here.

See you soon, Mia.

I'll be the one
with the handcuffs.

You're a regular blockhead,
you know that?

Morning, Tommy.

My people saw you stop by
Violet's place last night.

If Barry Silver catches you...

He'll throw his
dentures at me?

His studio hires retired LAPD
for personal security.

Last guy who went near
one of his girls

ended up with a shotgun blast
to his lap.

She is not his girl.

At least,
she doesn't want to be,

but she can't ditch him

or else he'll
torpedo her career.

In other words, she is his girl.

Well, for now.

Unless she can get
some leverage on Silver.

What do you mean?
Tell his wife about the affair?

No, his wife probably knows
what's going on anyway.

What Violet needs is

a legitimate reason
to dump Silver.

Now, say some upstanding citizen
happens to

introduce Barry to some
young, gorgeous female.

And say Violet
just happens to

walk in while they're getting
to know each other.

Biblically speaking.

You steal this plan
from Abbot and Costello?

You ever had a girl
walk in on you?

Ain't no telling
what she can do to a man.

Now, Barry would feel lucky

if all he had to do
was let her go.

I do this for you,

I'm gonna need something
from you.

Name it.

Is he in?
He is.

But you can't go in...
no, you can't go in there.

I'm just dropping off tickets
to the Policeman's Ball.

(scoffs)

You want to talk to me...

you can make an
appointment with my...

He's all yours.

He ain't worth it.

Let him go.

You heard what I said!
Let him go!

Mia's a smart girl.

Pretty soon, she's gonna
find out the truth about you.

You ever come at me
like that again,

you won't live to
see that day.

MIA: Ellie, I'm sorry,
but we can't offer you

a line of credit at this time.

But I've
got a system.

For roulette?

You have a system
for how the ball bounces?

Yeah.
Well...

I'm in a bit of
a thorny situation.

One you could possibly
help me out on.

You do, I could offer you
a $1,000 marker.

I saw a white butterfly
this morning.

I knew today would be
my lucky day.

How can I help?

What's your dress size?

Hey, Yvonne...

No.

No, what?

You're at my desk,
you're smiling,

that means you want something.
The answer's "no."

Well, it's not for me.

It's for my friend
Tommy here.

Just hear him out.
He's opening up a nightclub.

No place like it in Vegas.

A joint for all the bands,

showgirls, cocktail waitresses,

to unwind after the show.

Everything's set, but...

it's been a real pill
getting the city

to give us our liquor license.

Considering you eat lunch
with the girls down at

the city planner's office...

Why don't you ask them yourself?

If you hurry, you'll catch them

at the Staley's counter.

They eat there every day
at noon.

I'm the entertainment
director at the Savoy.

Help me out,
I'll comp you tickets

to any show you want.

I don't want the tickets.

But if you really
want that license,

there's something else
you can do for me.

SAVINO: That one.
The black trigger fish.

He's not eating,
I think he's sick.

You know, I hardly ever see
these fish stop swimming.

Maybe they're tired.

I would get tired.

Counselor.

Look at you.

Sheriff's deputy
or not, Jack Lamb

can't assault you
and not face charges.

Forget about it.

Well, if you're worried about
him implicating you

in the Rizzo business...
I'm not
worried about

that cowboy, period.

I'm worried about you.

What did I do?

You're supposed to make sure
that my business runs smoothly.

Every since this
Agent Byrne showed up,

all I got is agita.

Well...

What, you want me
to control a Fed?

That's not our
agreement. I...

Our deal is that I
grease the wheels here

in Clark County.
The Federal government

is way above my pay grade.

I'm not getting my hands dirty
in that world.

(wry laugh)
What, do you think I pay you

to wear fancy suits,
keep your hair combed

and collect envelopes?

Let's be clear.

You will get your
hands dirty as I say.

And right now, I want
them to get filthy.

Cuffs to corners,
tops to tail.

Just like Mom taught us.

Hmm.

That girl's never setting foot
in this room again.

The desk clerk said Patricia
paid every week in cash.

She was the only girl
who had a room here.

And never saw nor met anybody
named Jimmy, so...

We gotta find out where that
creep's operating out of.

There'll be another kid
in this room next week.

Look at this.

Is that gold inlay?

Must be 50 years old.

Stashed away in a tin
underneath her clothes?

This means something to her.

I just don't like strangers
touching my things.

Where'd you get it?

My mother had one

just about like that.

Not as nice as that one,

but judging by the age of it,

I'd say maybe it was
your grandmother's?

Yeah, I looked into at
California sheep farmers

with the last name of Edwards,

and a 63-year-old woman named
Gertrude Edwards died

about 16 months ago
in Mendota.

Is that about the time
that you ran away?

I couldn't stay.

You wouldn't understand.

No.

No, I wouldn't.

But I do know what it's like
to lose someone you love.

That person that knows you
better than anybody else.

And I know the loneliness.

It can lead you down a hole

that doesn't have
any bottom to it.

Sometimes you'll mistake
attention for kindness,

and you'll take it even when
you know it has a price.

Patricia, please
let me help you.

Just tell me where Jimmy is.

He's a bad man.

I can protect you.

(voice breaks):
No, you can't.

In fact, the longer I'm in here,
not earning,

the angrier he'll be
at the end of the week.

Please...
I know you're trying to help,

but just put me in a cell
or let me go.

Hold on there.

What happened
to your arm?

Did Jimmy do that to you?

I'm gonna have a doctor
look at it.
It's fine.

The doctor at the hospital said
it's just a bruise.

She would've come in last week.
Bruises on her arm.

Who knows what else.

Maybe accompanied
by a man named Jimmy.

Sorry, Sheriff.

Excuse me.
Couldn't help but overhear.

Mind if I...?

A few girls her age have
come in the last few months

all with the same kind
of injuries;

always the same guy
with them.

Really? You catch a name?

He was quiet.

Seemed pretty interested in
keeping the girls quiet, too.

He's about six feet tall,
around 40, unshaven,

horn-rimmed glasses.

He leave a forwarding address?

No. But one of the girls left
behind a bracelet.

We sent it on
to an apartment on Burd Street.

The address should be in
her file.

Let's go.

All that's left, Frank,

is for you to sign the agreement
to be a cooperating witness

and the state sex crime charges
will all be dropped.

Isn't that, correct,
Miss O'Connell?

That is correct.

So I've got two choices:
go to prison

or testify against Savino,

assuming he doesn't gun me down
before my court date?

I already told you
we'll protect you.

You know, I've been thinking--

if Patricia doesn't talk,

the county'd have to drop
the prostitution charges,

losing your leverage for me
to testify.

Patricia has already proved to
be a very cooperative witness.

I know her pretty well.

Rarely is she cooperative.

Well...

there's nothing stopping you
from walking away right now.

But maybe I need to remind you
that Mia Rizzo stopped by

and the Chicago outfit
already know

that you talked to the Feds.

Now, they'll probably believe
you when you tell them

that you didn't say
anything to me.

From what I gather... they're
a pretty sympathetic group.

Love you.

(gun cocks)

Afternoon.

Sheriff's Department.

What's your name?

Elias.

Elias, you're in big trouble,

unless you can tell me
where Jimmy is.

You get me my lawyer,

I'll tell you anything you want.

* Whatever Lola wants

* Lola gets

* Take off your coat

* Don't you know can't win?

* Give in, give in

* Give in.

(song ends)

Sorry.

How long have you been singing?

As long as I can remember.

My dad, he played trumpet
for Carmen Cavallaro.

My mother never really trusted
him when he was on the road.

He slept with everything
that moved, so,

whenever I wasn't in school,
we'd follow behind the tour bus

in our Chevy Stylemaster

and sing along with the radio.

I talk when I'm nervous.

And you want to sing
at the Savoy?

Just one song,

whenever you can
fit me in.

I just always wanted
to sing on a stage.

There's a real sweetness
to your voice; a warmth.

It tells me who you are.

I can think of
a half-dozen producers

in Los Angeles who would love

to meet you...
if you're interested.

(laughs)

Mm-hmm.

MALE CHORUS:
* Doot, do-doot, do,
do-doot, do *

* Whatever Lola wants

* Lola gets

* And little man,
little Lola wants you *

* Make up your mind to have

* No regrets

* No regrets *

* Recline yourself

* Resign yourself,
you're through *

* I always get...

Barry!

* What I aim for

(trumpets play Latin riff)

* And your heart and soul...

Leave! Now!

* Is what I came for...

MALE CHORUS:
* Whatever Lola wants! *

(song ends
with a brass flourish)

I'm sorry, I can't get
ahold of the sheriff.

Miss O'Connell?

This is Patricia
Edwards's mother.

She's demanding the release
of her daughter.

I want my girl now.

Miss Edwards,
do you know why she's here?

Yes, and that's between
me, her and her Maker.

She's been here a day,

so you can release her to
my custody or I can sue you,

the sheriff and the county
for false imprisonment.

Hm. Is that a hawk
on your locket?

You know that's bad luck.

Oh, there she is!

There's my baby girl! Oh!

Are you ready to get out
of here and go home now?

Miss...

Whoo!
(squeals)

Sweet taste of freedom.

I'll drink to that.

Mm! Oh, and hold on.

I plan on working up
an appetite.

(both chuckle)

You headed out?

Your plan-- it worked too well.

Barry was so scared
that I was gonna leave him

that he cast me as Athena
in his new Hercules picture.

I have 19 lines
and six scenes

and I get to help Hercules
escape from the Underworld.

Wow.

That is great.

I told you you're gonna be big.

I have to go back to L.A.

Tonight.

Well, that's showbiz, right?

The day your dreams come true

is supposed to be the happiest
day of your life.

But the first thing
that popped into my head

when I heard the news was
how much I was gonna miss you.

Then stay.

I can't now.

But it doesn't mean
that I won't be back.

Every girl
deserves a cowboy, right?

This movie of yours is
gonna be a hit.

Because if the only way
I get to see you

is up on that screen, I'm gonna
see it a million times.

Good work.

The blue car will take you
back to the Savoy.

By the time you get there,

your marker will be
waiting for you.

Uh, can I keep the dress?

Oh, absolutely.

Not sure if you care, but my
real mother weighs 200 pounds

and is missing
two bottom teeth.

But you got
the gambling part right.

You one of Jimmy's girls?

No.

There's $3,000 in this envelope.

You get in that gold car,
and it's yours.

That guy my date?

No.

He's taking you
to the bus station,

and will escort you
all the way to Chicago,

where you'll meet a woman
who runs a home for girls.

You'll enroll in the
secretarial school,

and once you get
your diploma,

I'll send you another one
of these envelopes.

Why are you doing this?

Because I know what will happen
to you if I don't.

Thank you.

Can you do something
for me first?

I had no choice; a mother
shows up demanding
her daughter.

There was no legal
justification to keep her.

Then you make something up.

You do whatever you can
before you send

a girl back on the street.

I did all I could do, Ralph.
You should've done more.

And if you won't so worried

about helping out your pal Byrne

on his Federal case...

This has nothing
to do with Byrne.

The governor said we had
to drop the charges.

This was not my decision.

You got an answer
for everything, Katherine.

Your client ready to talk?
Not really.

I'm in no mood to play games
tonight, Counselor.

Well, that alleged prostitute

you caught my client
with tonight?

Turns out she turned 18
a month ago.

He thought she was underage.

Well, you can't prosecute
for what they think, Sheriff.

And he sure as hell isn't gonna
roll on this Jimmy fella

over a simple "obtaining
sexual services" charge.

But he is happy
to plead "no contest"

and pay the fine.

Ma'am, have you
seen this girl?
No.

JACK: Have you seen this girl
by any chance?
RALPH: She's a runaway.

If you could contact
the Sheriff's Department...

Please let the Sheriff's
Department know.

RALPH: Have you seen this girl?
JACK: Have you seen this girl?

If you do, could you contact
the Sheriff's Department?

She's a runaway.
BYRNE: Nice work, Sheriff.

Is intentionally
sabotaging my case

part of your Western
code of justice?

Why'd you let the girl go?

I didn't let her go.

In fact,
I'm looking for her.

That girl was
the only leverage

I had on Frank.

Without her, he walks
out the back door,

and I have nothing on Savino.

So your witness is lost,
your case is lost--

funny, I don't hear you worrying
about the girl who's lost.

Go ahead,

play the righteous angle,
but one of these days,

this city that
you're supposed to protect

is gonna get sun by the
Vincent Savinos of this world.

And when it does...

well, you have my card.

You know,
if he wanted to get Savino,

all he had to do was ask.

Thanks, Peterson.

I wanted to make sure
the phone company could

actually set it up before
telling you about it.

SAVINO:
Yeah, Marty?

It's Vincent Savino.

My fish are off again.

I think they have scale rot.

The one looks...

I didn't go to Savino's office

to fight him.

I wanted to get to his phone.

I'm afraid to ask.

Is this legal?

It's not illegal.

Hell's bells.

It's just Savino's side
of the conversation,

and it's just casino
and personal business so far,

but it's just a matter
of time before we get him

on something
we can really nail him on.

He's gonna have a lot more to
worry about than his damn fish.

Way to go.

* Maybe tomorrow

Hey.
* When comes the dawn

* Maybe the dark clouds

* Will all

* Be gone...

What's going on?

She's going back to Hollywood.

Violet?

No, ADA O'Connell.

Yes, Violet.

Hmm.

I don't think she's coming back.

You got an order of ham
and five fingers of whiskey.

It looks like you're aiming
to forget her.

It ain't working.

Do you love her?

We just met a few days ago.

Answer the question, dummy.

Well, I don't know.

I just...

all I know is that I'm hurting.

And I just poured myself this

to forget about her, but now
I don't want to drink it

'cause I don't want
to forget her.

You think this is something
that happens every day?

You find it, you run after it,

you wrestle it to the ground

and you hold on.

Get out of here.

Go get your girl.

* Maybe tomorrow

* You'll still be

* Mine.

Oh, Mia, thank God--
when this guy came

to pick me up,
I thought...
Enough!

You signed an agreement
to testify against me.

They had me over a barrel.

'Cause you pay to sleep
with little girls.

You would've
sent me away

to prison for 20 years
and that's nothing

to say of what would've
happened to Savino.

It's all over. I-I-I...

I'll never say
anything ever again-- never!

I believe you.

Please...

(crying):
I... I am so sorry.

I...

Please, I don't want to die.

I don't...
Shut up.

If a potential Federal
witness were to disappear,

that would only bring
more heat to the casino.

But don't think
there aren't consequences

for your actions.

You're fired.

(sighing):
Fired...

Of course, of course.

Absolutely fired.

But you need to know
what will happen

if you ever decide to talk.

(quietly):
I won't.

(grunting)

I know it's not much,

but Jimmy's all we got.

Yeah, Jimmy.

I'll call you back.

Mia...

Here.

W-What is this?

It's not from me.

Just read it.

Should I ask how you got this?

No.

Ralph!

You gotta see this.

PATRICIA:
Dear Sheriff Lamb,

I want you to know I'm safe

for the first time in a while.

I know I wasn't easy on you.

My grandma used to say,

"You tell the worth of man
by his actions, not his words."

I can only show
my worth with words.

The man you are looking
for is named Jimmy Munson.

He lives at 146 Palomino Lane.

You're learning.

But remember to
call them Daddy.

Sheriff's Department!
(girl screams)

Stay here.

RALPH:
Now! Stop!

Stop! (shouts)

Good to finally
meet you, Jimmy.

(siren blaring)

JIMMY:
Who was it-- Dotty?

Susan? Patricia?

You'll never know.

REPORTER: Sir, Agent Byrne...
REPORTER 2: Could you clarify?

REPORTER: Why is the FBI here?
This a Federal crime?

BYRNE: Of course it's a
Federal crime, and the Bureau

will vigorously prosecute.

We believe some
of these girls...

REPORTER:
Uh-huh.

We believe
some of these girls

have been dragged
across state lines.

That's it. Thank you.

Hey, Sheriff...

lucky I got that call
over the radio, huh?

"State lines."

Only thing you care
about is headlines.

* Well, I walked down

* To the corner
to get a soda pop... *

Producers, press agents,
names and numbers

of everybody I
set you up with.

Wait, who am I meeting
at Langer's Delicatessen?

Nobody-- before you
come back on Saturday,

I want you to go there,

pick me up a
pastrami sandwich.

On rye.

You want me to drive a sandwich
300 miles through the desert?

Actually, buy yourself one, too.

But don't eat it
until you get back here.

I want to see your face light up
when you take the first bite.

Is it a date?

It's a date.

Knock 'em dead, Yvonne.

* Rock me, daddy, don't stop

* I said rock me, daddy-o,
daddy-o rock... *

Did you come to
escort me to L.A.?

Nah.

I got to get Violet back,
and I figure

this is cheaper than bus fare.

Hop in.

* Well, a gal started smiling
and looking at me *

* She said come on, Daddy,
let's dig this beat *

* Now I'm kind of slow
but catching on *

* But when I got it,
I was real gone *

* Every time you hear
a nickel drop *

* They played the rock me,
daddy-o, daddy-o rock... *

(sighs)

(rings)

Hello?

It's me.

The package
on its way to Chicago?

Yeah, it's away.

Good work.

(dial tone drones)

(tape rewinds)

SAVINO:
Hello?

The package
on its way to Chicago?

Good work.

(click, dial tone)

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