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YVONNE:
I can't believe I'm
going there tomorrow

for an audition.

Isn't that amazing?

It sure is.

(whoops)

(giggles)

(band playing jazz music)

Evening, Mr. Reynolds.

Welcome back.

WOMAN:
* For the hand of fate

District Attorney
Reynolds.

Right this way.

* The odds are too great

Nice to see you
again, sir.

Where's Jeanette?

Oh, she got a gig
down at the Trop.

But this here's Shirley.

She's a talented girl.

* In this lover's roulette

(sighs)
Uh-huh.

(music continues faintly)

Watch it, Cota.

Oh, sorry.

* I'm gambling in my heart

* And my soul

* Yes, I've set my sights

You in some kind of
hurry, Counselor?

I'm still the district attorney,
you know.

Can't you get someone else
to do this?

Not while Agent Byrne has
my casino crawling with Feds.

Look around.

* The moon is so right

* I feel lucky tonight

* I'm gambling my heart

Under the circumstances,
you either carry your weight,

or you become dead weight.

* If it's your love
I win, I'm... *

(music continues faintly)

Unbelievable.

That guy's here every
week, never leaves a tip.

Not once.

KATHERINE:
This is from the tap
in Savino's office.

SAVINO (over tape):
Tell Nono I got it handled.

The Sandwich is getting out
with the Avocado.

You hungry?

I'm hungry.

We think "Nono" is
Frank Novarro, the Chicago boss,

and "The Sandwich"
is what they call the skim.

And what's "The Avocado"?
What?

Or who?

Well, whoever it is,

he's the one
that's getting the skim

past the Feds
and out of the Savoy.

I say we bring in Byrne

and the Feds.

See if anyone

in their files goes
by that nickname.

If you bring in the Feds,

I-I can't protect Mia.

Do you want to get
Savino or not?
Yeah, but I....

Then we need to
bring in the Feds.

It's our best shot.

She's right, Jack.

(band playing lively jazz music)

MAN:
* Aw, yeah

Do me a favor, sweetie.

Keep it close.

Yes, ma'am, you got it.

* Well, it's your town

* And it's my town

* Don't you know

* That you're in Lucky Town

* Throw down the dice

Ready?

* Don't think twice

* Don't you know
(cheering)

* That you're in Lucky Town

* Hey!

(cheering)

Who is she?

I don't know.
I never seen her before.

(cheering)

She's on a roll.
Mm-hmm.

* Don't you know
that you're in *

Thank you.

Perry, keep an eye
on this for me.

And this is for you.

How about a little something for
the girl in the ladies' room?

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Mm.

Hold the fort, will you?

Mm-hmm.

Good evening.

Yes, it is.

Lena.

Vincent.

Why haven't I seen you
here before?

You mean, where have I been
all your life?

(chuckles)
I mean, obviously you know

your way around a casino.

Just surprised I haven't

seen you in the Savoy before.

Well, I'm not from around here.

Haven't been to Vegas in years.

Oh?

What brings you back?

I'm meeting someone.

Someone I haven't seen
in a long time.

Well, whoever he is,

he's a very lucky man.

He's not a he.

*

(moaning)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(laughs)

Katherine?

(clears throat)

You know, once the Feds find out
about the tap on Savino's phone,

Mia's gonna get
caught up in this mess.

I'm not even sure if she's
involved in the skim.

Well, then she has
nothing to worry about.

Well, the way Byrne's
been gunning for her,

I'm not so sure.

Is there anything you can do
to, you know, talk to her?

Warn her somehow?

Jack, I can't compromise
the investigation.

I know.

I'd do it myself
if she'd listen.

Katherine, if there's
anything you can do

to help Mia, anything at all...

(sighs)

(water running)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Leaving so soon?

I got to get back to work.

At this hour?

Someone's got to run this place.

You run the Savoy?
Yup.

Well, then you must
know my daughter.

She works here.

No kidding?
What's her name?

Mia Rizzo.

You're Lena Rizzo?

That's impossible.

Lena Rizzo is dead.

(sighs)

Vincent...

do I look dead to you?

Katherine, what are
you doing here?

Thought you
were finishing up

the Andersen brief.
Sorry.

I got distracted.

New developments
in the Savino investigation.

Really? What you got?

Got a strong lead on
how the skim is getting past

the Feds and out of the Savoy.

How?

Well, the sheriff's department
put a tap on Savino's phone.

Here, look at these transcripts.

He keeps mentioning
the same guy.

"The Avocado," he calls him.

We think he's the one
ferrying the skim

from the Savoy
to the Chicago courier.

Huh.

Any idea who this guy is,

this "Avocado" character?

No, not yet,
but with the FBI's resources,

it should be just a matter
of time before...
FBI?

I thought you said this was
the sheriff's department.

Lamb decided to bring Byrne
and the Bureau in on this.

We can't take any chances.

Are you okay?

What?

Eddie Bade?

The guy nearly kills
three people in those B and E's,

and he's up for parole already?

(sighs)
Yeah.

Yeah, good behavior--
what you gonna do?

The paper says he made
a big spectacle in the court

when you put him away.

Threatened to get
his revenge.

Are you worried
about him getting out?

Trust me...
(chuckles)

Eddie Bade is the last
thing I'm worried about.

This place is
a madhouse.

I know.

I love it.

Maybe we should
go to my meeting

at Capitol Records first
and come back here later.

Tommy went through a lot
of trouble setting this up,

and I don't want
to be late, Dixon.

Relax, I'm gonna get you
there on time.

Name, please?

Dixon Lamb.

Here to see Violet Mills.

Is she expecting you?

No, actually.

I'm here to surprise her.

Really? (chuckles)

Pull up here,

make a U-turn
at the stop sign,

proceed through the exit gate.

Wait, you're not
letting us in?

Nah.

Have a good day.

Great.

Now what?

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Background extras, let's go!

Let's go,
we need to hurry it up.

(woman continues indistinctly
over P.A.)

(laughs)

Mia.

Miss O'Connell.

Please call me Katherine.

I'm glad we ran
into each other.

I was hoping
we could talk, actually.

I have nothing to say to
the district attorney.

I'm not here as an A.D.A.,
I'm here to talk woman to woman.

Savino's going down.

And it's not a question
of if, but when.

Did Jack put you up to this?

I've already told the FBI:

I'm not a rat.

No, you're an educated,
professional woman

who works
for a very powerful man.

And I also know
that sometimes,

you have to do what
he tells you to,

whether you think
it's all right or not.

Do you think Savino

wouldn't hang you out to dry
in a second

if it suited him?

He will not

protect you, Mia.

But I will.

Protect me?

From what?
You could be

looking at 25 years
on multiple fraud counts.

But not if you
tell me the names

of Savino's friends in Chicago.
(laughs)

If you were so close
to nailing Savino

like you said,
you would've already

had those names,

so let me tell you
something, Katherine,

woman to woman.

Making empty threats really
undermines your authority.

Just a little tip

from one working girl
to another.

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Should have brought my sweater.

Yeah. I told you to go
with the spaceman,

but no, you wanted
to go with the alien princess.

Here goes nothing.

(knocking)

Dixon! What are you doing here?

(moans)

(panting)

Well, come in. Come in.

Oh, who's that?

DIXON:
Oh, that's Yvonne.

Yvonne Sanchez. Hi.

Well, you-you coming in?

Uh, yeah, I-I don't think so.

I have an audition, so, uh...

Yup, coming in.

What are you
doing in L.A.?

Turns out, forgetting you
ain't so easy to do.

And Yvonne had an audition
out here, so...

Well, you said it yourself:
every girl deserves a cowboy.

You should have told
me you were coming.

Thought you'd be happy
to see me.

I am happy.
It's just...

with the movie
and everything...

You know, we should
get going anyway.

We're gonna be late
for Capitol Records.

Here, go ahead,
take the car.

I'm gonna stay here
with Violet.

I can't.

Dixon, I've got plans.

So? Cancel.

I can't.
I'm sorry.

Oh.

Well, sorry to bother you.

Dixon, wait.
Don't be like that.

I am happy to see
you. I just...

I can't see you tonight.

Okay?

I'll see you out.

MAN:
Violet?

Oh. Hi!

Hi.
Mmm.

What's the cowboy
doing here?
VIOLET: Oh.

Dixon is in town with

his girlfriend, Yvonne.

Ah, his
girlfriend, huh?

Yup. That's me.
Yes, sir.

We're just in town
for some auditions,

and my girl here--
she's a hell of a singer.

Well, is that right?

BOTH: Mm-hmm.
You know that
space picture

we're doing on stage
12? What is that?

That's, uh...
We got to talk

to costumes
about that, huh?

You know, we really
should be going.

Yeah.
Wait, wait.
Oh.

As long as
they're in town,

your friends ought to
join us tomorrow night.

I'm having a little
get-together at my place.

Nothing fancy. What
do you say, huh?

See you tomorrow night.

Terrific.
Come on, baby.

Great.

That's wonderful.

Fabulous.

MAN:
Hi, Miss O'Connell.

Hey.

Jack, I spoke to Mia.

Yeah? And?

She wasn't very interested
in what I had to say.

I'm sorry. I tried.

Katherine? I just got
a call from a neighbor

reporting a possible break-in
at your boss's house.

You seen Reynolds?
No.

I'll call him at his office
and tell him

to meet us there.
Already did that.

Secretary said
she hadn't seen him all morning.

That's strange.
Let's take a ride.

Yeah.

If the D.A. gets robbed,
is that irony or just bad luck?

It's bad something.
Look at that.

You stay here.

(door creaks)

Reynolds?

KATHERINE:
Jack's next door

talking to the neighbor.

Oh, my God, is that blood?

Damn sure is.

We got something more
than just a simple

breaking and entering here.
JACK: Neighbor saw a powder blue

Ford tearing out of here
right after hearing a commotion.

They get the plate number?

She's saying there
were no plates.

Well, then the kidnapper
must have taken them off.

You think
Reynolds was kidnapped?

We got a break-in,
we got signs

of a struggle,
we got blood,

but no body.

We got a strange car
fleeing the scene.

Who'd want to kidnap Reynolds?

Eddie Bade.

Reynolds put him away

for a string
of armed robberies.

He was paroled
on good behavior.

Got out a couple days ago.

All right, Jack,
get on the radio,

tell them we're looking
for a parolee

by the name of Eddie Bade
driving that powder blue Ford,

and we think
he may have Reynolds.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Mia, this is Lena,
friend of ours from Florida.

Well, I'll leave
you two alone.

What's this about?

(sighs)

Mia, um...

I'm your mother.

Hmm. My mother's dead.

I know that's what he told you.

My mother is dead.

I'm so sorry.

This must be a tremendous shock
for you. I... I...

I brought these, um,

baby pictures,
your birth certificate.

I figured
you'd want proof.

My mother left when I was two
and died shortly after.

No, that's not
what really happened.

As far as I'm concerned, it is.

And even if you are

who you say you are--

a mother who abandons
her own child, doesn't call,

doesn't write,
doesn't visit, nothing...

...and she's not dead,

well, she might as well be.

It's not that simple.

With your father,
nothing was.
(gasps)

He thought
I was cheating on him.

Were you?

No.

I swore to him up and down

on my mother's grave.

What good is that?

For all we know,

your mother could be
secretly alive, too.

Anyway, Johnny didn't
believe me.

Told me to get lost.

Said that if I ever tried
to see you or contact you again,

he would kill me.

I had good reason
to believe him.

Oh, for your sake, Mia,

I hope he changed.

I hate to think of you
growing up

without a mother,
and a father like that.

Why are you here?

I know what it's like
to be alone.

No family, no one
to rely on but yourself.

I just wanted you to know that
you're not alone in this world.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(band playing lively jazz music)

You have to see it.

(laughs)

This is incredible.

(song ends, applause)

Dixon! Here he is.

So glad you
could make it.

(band playing soft Latin music)
And Yvette, right?

Hardly recognize you
out of your costume.

That's "Bésame Mucho."

Actually, it's
Abel Cervantes.

Kid's the next
Desi Arnaz.

Just signed him to
a three-picture deal.

Excuse me.
Be right back.

Sure.
Merv?

(whispers):
Meet me in the cabana.

"Bésame Mucho" is the name of
the song, not the singer.

* Bésame mucho *

This was my grandma's
favorite bolero.

* Como si fuera esta la noche
la última vez *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Que tengo miedo perderte,
perderte después *

* Bésame *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Bésame mucho *

* Como si fuera esta la noche
la última vez *

BOTH:
* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

* Que tengo miedo perderte,
perderte otra vez *

* Bésame *

* Bésame mucho *

(moaning)

* Que tengo miedo perderte,
perderte otra vez *

No, we shouldn't be doing this.

Not here.
It's too dangerous.

Oh, I love dangerous.

(moaning)

* Oh, bésame... *

Oh, no, no, no.
I should go,

before Barry gets suspicious.
You know,

you really ought to stop
thinking about old Barry

so much.

Let's see what we can do to
take your mind off that, huh?

(moaning)
* Que tengo *

* Miedo perderte *

* Perderte *

* Después. *

(song ends)

(applause, cheering)

BARRY:
Beautiful job.

Your boyfriend was right.

You are a hell of a singer.

Thank you.
Wonderful voice.

Now, listen,
I'm casting a new musical.

I want you
to audition for me.

Come by my office
tomorrow at 3:00.

All right?
I'd...

We've got
a situation.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Some guy over there in
the bushes taking pictures.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

Wait a minute, guys. Guys.
Oh. Oh!

MAN: You like taking pictures?!
PHOTOGRAPHER: Wait.

Come on. (groans)
Oh, geez.

(groans)

I see you around
here taking pictures,

I'll break your legs.

(punches landing)

Well, thank you very much.

Thank you.

Was that Bade's sister?

Yup. She confirmed

that he's been staying there
ever since he got out, but...

he hasn't been home
since day before yesterday.

Huh.

Got any leads on that blue Ford?

I got to thinking,
what if whoever was

driving that Ford didn't
remove the plates?

What if he never had
them to begin with?

It's a new car.

So, I called Don Munroe
over at Munroe Ford.

And guess who bought
a powder blue Fairlane,

in cash, day before yesterday.

Eddie Bade.
Eddie Bade.

All right, everybody,
listen up.

I want Eddie Bade's mug shot
and a photo of Reynolds sent out

to every newspaper
and TV station in town.

Tell them the disappearance
of the district attorney is now

officially
a missing persons case,

and that Eddie Bade
is the prime suspect.

Get on it!

Looks like Katherine was right.

Okay.

Come on, baby, come on.

Hard ten! Yes!

(applause, cheering)

You're a real good luck charm.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Uh, aren't you
forgetting something?

(sighs)
Yeah.

Oh, come now.

Don't be stingy.

Here you go,
Bobby. Thanks.

Thank you,
Miss Lena.

SAVINO:
Her story checks out.

I made a couple
of calls.

Way I hear it,
she'd show up

every couple of years,
check to see

if Johnny had changed his mind
about letting her see you.

Course, he never did.
I can't believe

that's my mother.

I'm standing here right now

looking at my mother.

(chuckles)
You'll be okay.

People like you and me,
we always end up okay.

Something's rotten
with The Avocado.

Come on.

MAN (over TV): ...spokesman
for Sheriff Lamb identified

this man,
recent parolee Eddie Bade,

as the prime suspect in the
disappearance of Clark County

District Attorney
Jerry Reynolds.

Anyone with information
regarding this case

is asked to call the sheriff's
department hotline...

All right, I'll
call you back.

Tony Boy says Reynolds
never showed last night.

Which means the skim never
made it back to Chicago.

SAVINO:
Nono's already pissed off

about the FBI busting the skim,
now this?

So what do we do?

You're my second in command.

What do you think?

I think I call
Paulie Shells, have him

front us the cash
until we find out

what happened to
Reynolds and the skim.

Nono and them will
get their money

by this time tomorrow.
You just tell me

who's supposed to get what,
and I'll take care of it.

(safe clicks)

Names, dates, everything
you need right there.

Once you get done with that,
I want you to put word out

on the street
that I'm looking for Reynolds.

And my money.

$25. Cash up front.

That's just the basics.

Extras are extra.
Extras?

Whips, chains, handcuffs...

No handcuffs.

Hmm.

JACK:
Eddie Bade?

Yeah.

You're under arrest.

But we're outside Clark County
lines; I didn't break any laws.

Not for solicitation.

For kidnapping.

Kidnapping? What?

What are you talking about?

Ma'am.

(door closes)

So, you're
buying cars...

hitting the cathouse.

(chuckles)
You just been

enjoying your freedom,
haven't you, Eddie?

I didn't break
any laws.

Oh, you been in there
a long time, so tell me,

where'd you get
all that money

to have all that fun?

Reynolds gave it to me.

Now, why in the hell
would he do that?

All I know is,

he showed up
at my sister's place,

a-and I thought
he was gonna shake me down

for some of my old contacts
or something.

Instead, he hands me
a stack of cash,

says all I got
to do is buy a car

and drop it off at his house.

Did he say
why he needed the car?
No.

Just to buy it in my name.
Then he told me

to get out of town, so I did.

Straight across the county line
to the first brothel.

A man has needs.

I didn't break any laws.

You mentioned that.

So can I go?

Yeah, you can go.

Just don't leave town.

So Reynolds staged
his own kidnapping?

BYRNE:
I think I know why.

We know
from the phone transcripts

that Savino
told his contact,

"The towels never made
it to the Laundromat."

In other words,

the skim was never delivered.

So what does that have
to do with Reynolds,

Agent Byrne?

The surveillance reports
show that

your D.A. has
been making

regular visits to
the Savoy for weeks.

I'm thinking that maybe he was

the one that picked up
the towels.

Wait, you think Reynolds
was in on the skim?

He was at the Savoy just
before he disappeared.

So when you told him
about the bug,

he panicked, he
took Savino's money

and he took off.
And then he
framed Eddie Bade

to throw all of us
off the scent. Yeah.

KATHERINE:
I can't believe this.

Reynolds, The Avocado?

(sighs)

That's...

not what Savino

was saying at all.

I picked up

a little Italian
in the war.

He was saying "avvocato."

With a "T."

It means "lawyer."

What's Italian
for "vanished into thin air"?

KATHERINE:
Okay.

If Reynolds
is on Savino's payroll,

then he would have
cash on hand-- lots of it.

He didn't even have a safe
in his house.

So he stashed it.

We find the money, we find him.

How you gonna do that?

You think the D.A.'s hiding

his dirty money
down at the local bank?

No.

Not the local bank.

Hello, Counselor.

(sighs)

So all this time we've been
working to bring down Savino,

and you have thwarted us

at every turn.

My God, Jerry,

how many bodies are out there
in the desert because of you?

Starting with
Sheriff Clyde Olson.

RALPH:
Well, my money says

this started way
before Clyde.

Good luck proving it.

No, we don't need luck.

Once a jury hears
that the man they elected

to protect them from criminals
became one himself...

Savino threatened me,
Katherine; I had no choice.

Do not play the victim with me.

You obviously don't know

what he's capable of.

You obviously don't know

what I'm capable of.

You're going away, Counselor,

for the rest
of your life.

And that may not be too long,
because convicts,

they don't tend to play nice

with the fellas
that put them away.

It's gonna be real rough
in there for you.

BYRNE:
Unless...

...you continue
to work for Savino,

and you report back to us
his criminal activity.

Oh, wait a minute, Byrne.

We didn't discuss this.
I'm listening.

I want names.

Names of all his associates
back in Chicago.

Are you kidding me?

He disappeared with the skim,
and you expect him

to walk back
into Savino's office

like nothing ever happened?

Savino's a lot of things,

but he's not stupid.

I understand the risks.

He understands the risks.

What do you think, Katherine?

I think considering
the damage he's done,

it's the least he could do.

DIXON:
You are gonna knock
Silver's socks off.

Do me a favor.

Knock them off slow-- I want
plenty of time with Violet.

Dixon, you're better
than this.

And you deserve better than
a girl who makes you

sneak around
behind her boyfriend's back.

Why do you care?
We're just having fun.

Not like you know anything
about having fun.

I know what I see,
and you are in

way over your head
with this girl.

I just don't want
to see you get hurt.

Yvonne, you are
not my mother

and this ain't
my first rodeo.

WOMAN: Go on in.
YVONNE: Thank you.

(door slides open)

SILVER:
Yvonne.

Is that...

Mussolini?

Sure is.

Are you Italian?
Mexican.

Mexican.
Mm-hmm.

I prefer Italian.

You work here,
that's what you'll be.

Ever hear
of Rita Hayworth?

Of course.

What about
Margarita Carmen Cansino?

No. Who is she?

Same girl.

She's who Rita was
before Harry Cohn

got his hands on her.

Imagine that. Cheers.

(chuckles)

Point is,

it's not where you start,
it's where you end up.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, so, will there
be an accompanist?

Uh, no, no.

It's just you and me.

But I thought
this was an audition.

It is.

Do you know
why my pictures are hits?

No.

Because I know
what the public wants.

But for them to want you,
I have to want you.

So...

...make me want you.

I think I should go.

What? Worried about what
your boyfriend might say?

Hmm?

Ah, he's not really
your boyfriend, is he?

Is he? Come on.

You think I don't know
about him and Violet, huh?

Uh, I'm leaving.

(grunts)
Not so fast.

Not so fast, you little puta.

I...

(chuckles)

Get over here!
Come here!

(laughs)
(panting)

You like it tough?

You like it rough, huh?

(panting):
No. No. No.

(grunts)

I don't care how it happened--
I want my money.

MIA: Mr. Jenkins,
what seems

to be the problem?
I am missing

three $5,000 chips.
That's...

$15,000. I know.

What happened?

I say she shorted me.

She says the chips were stolen.

Either way,
the Savoy is responsible.

I deserve
to be made whole.

Susan, give Mr. Jenkins
three $5,000 chips,

and write it up as a marker

under my name.

Is there anything else
we can do for you?

You can get to the bottom of
this so it doesn't happen again.

Oh, I assure you, I will.

Thank you, Miss Rizzo.

Now, didn't your father
teach you any manners?

It's customary to ask permission

before rifling through
someone else's drawers.

Oh?

And what's Emily Post's position
on grand theft?

Hey, I made a lot of money
for that guy Jenkins.

Way I see it,
I'm just taking my cut.

That's funny,
I don't think Vincent Savino

will see it that way.

Or Sheriff Lamb.

(groans)

Honey, don't kid yourself.

You and I,
we're in the same line of work.

The only difference is,
I work for myself.

You steal on behalf of gangsters
who will turn on you

the minute you so much as
look at them wrong.

Well...

this is shaping up to be
quite the family reunion.

Mia, I want
to know you.

And I want you
to know me.

Well, this is me.
Take it or leave it.

I'm gonna need time
to think about that.

I'm no mother.

And I won't pretend
to offer maternal advice.

But I will tell you one thing:
protect yourself.

Because they sure

as hell won't protect you.

I ought to know.

I'm gonna have to tell Vincent
about these.

(knocking on door)

Well, then you're in luck.

You rea...?

Mia.

Will you be joining us
this evening?

Actually, uh...

I was just leaving.

Hey, Georgie.

You know, for a woman who hasn't
been in Vegas in years,

you certainly are friendly
with all these high-rollers.

(scoffs)
They're not my friends.

More like business
associates.

Is that what this is--
you and me-- just business?

I'd say the other night was more
about pleasure, wouldn't you?

(chuckles)

Anyway,
the way I see it,

my business is good
for your business.

Couldn't agree more.

I bring the players
to your casino...

And you keep them here,
spending more and more money.

Exactly.
Everybody wins.

Well, not everyone.

But you certainly make them
feel like winners,

and that's quite a skill.

What's the matter?

Those towels
you're looking for--

I think I found them.

I'm so sorry, Lena.
I got to cut this short.

No apologies.
Business comes first.

I understand.

(sighs)

(muffled speech)

(muffled):
Thank God.

(muffled):
I've been here for hours.

(muffled):
Untie me!

(sighs)
God.

(groans)

Where's my money?

I've got it. Don't worry.

Now hurry up and untie me.

Always in a rush, Counselor.

Hey, Bade could walk
through that door any minute.

What's a Bade?

That's the guy who grabbed me.

I paid him off
to keep him from killing me.

I had to wire him every cent
from my bank

in Elko, but for all I know,
he could walk through that door

any minute, looking to put
a bullet in my head.

Might be the easy way out
for you.

COTA:
What kind of
name is Bade?

What is that, French?

Now untie me, would you?

For God's sake, Vincent, what...
what are you waiting for?

The skim is just
sitting there in my driveway,

burning a hole
in the trunk of my car.

Your trunk?
You got to be kidding me.

Don't they teach you
about crime in law school?

(Cota grunts, Reynolds sighs)

(knife clicks)

(sniffles)

It's about time.

You're welcome.

(knocking on door)

(door creaks)

Hey, there you are.

Waited outside Silver's
office for about an hour.

What the hell happened?

I took a taxi.

What's this?
You're leaving?

Yup.

I'm driving home tonight.

You can come with me or not.
I don't care.

Look, Yvonne, if this is about
what I said earlier, I'm sorry.

Not everything
is about you, Dixon!

Who did that to you?

Nobody.

Let me see that.

Who did this
to you, huh?

Silver.

Oh, my God, Barry did that?

I'm gonna kill him.
No, no, no. Dixon, wait.

You don't understand
what kind of man he is.

That tells me everything
I need to know

about what kind of man he is.

You do not want
to make an enemy of him.

The man has his own
police force, for God's sake.

YVONNE:
I saw them, Dixon,
last night at the party.

They caught a photographer
in the bushes,

and then smashed his camera
across his face.

I'm not scared of him.

I am. If you go after him,

he could take it out on me.

He bought it hook,
line and sinker.

Reset the skim
for later tonight.

BYRNE:
Get names. I want to know

who that money is going to
in Chicago.

Otherwise, there's no deal.

I know what you need.
I'm a district attorney.

Not anymore.

Where's the meeting at?
The usual spot.

The mausoleum,
Woodlawn Cemetery.

I don't like it.
It's isolated.

There's only one road
in and out of that place.

Tail's gonna have to stay
at least a mile back.

No, no, no. You put a tail
on me, you blow my cover.

BYRNE:
He's right.

Sheriff, I put

word on the street
and got Savino to that motel

in a matter of hours
without any suspicion.

The wheels of this thing
are in motion, okay?

Let's not gum up the works now.

Well, God forbid I stand
in the way of progress.

(sighs)

*

*

What happened to your date?

Duty called.

Oh, men like Savino--
business always comes first.

You ought to know that by now.

Mickey, her drinks are on me.

(door creaks)

(echoing):
Hello?

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

This the guy who kidnapped you?

Yeah, that's him.

(muffled):
No!

Shut up!

Then you do the honors.

Are you cr-crazy, Vincent?
I'm the district attorney.

I can't kill a man
in cold blood.

Is that it?

Or is it that you can't kill
an innocent man?

Because you say
he kidnapped you,

but Mr. Bade here tells us
a different story.

Now I don't know
what to believe.

Believe me, I'm telling you
the truth, Vincent.

Then prove it.

(Bade groaning)

(groaning)

I'm sorry.

(gun clicks)

SILVER: * I've got the world
on a string *

* Sitting on *

* A rainbow

* Got the string
around my finger *

* What a world, what a life

* I'm in lo...

(gasps)

(groans)

* I got a song that I sing
Please. No!

* I can make the rain go

* Any time I move my finger

No, no, no.

No more. No! No!

* Lucky me
(grunting)

* Can't you see I'm in love?

* Life is a beautiful thing

* As long as I hold the string

* I'd be a silly so and so

* If I should ever let it go

Any word on Reynolds?

Not yet.

Hot off the presses.

* I've got the world on string

* Sitting on a rainbow

* Got the string
around my finger *

* What a world...

SAVINO:
Yeah, I took care of it.

The towels made it out.

But the avvocato didn't.

* Hey, now

* I'm so in love.

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