- Tic-Tac! - Quiet him down!
Uuh!
- Get up, you skel! - [ Groans ]
- Come on. - Frankie, no!
- Get up, you son of a bitch. - Frank-- Aah!
- Oh, Frankie! - Get up, you kike!
[Tic-Tac] Okay, take him in the woods and whack him.
- What? - That's right.
The boss wants you to do it. Make sure you're with the good guys.
- You know how to do this, right? - You little yid! Get up!
Ya gotta remember to put one in his brain.
Your first shot puts him down. Then you put one in his brain.
Then he's dead. Then we go home.
[Struggling, Blubbering Continues]
Get up and walk.
I can't get up. I can't get up.
- Get up and walk, you pissing little yid! - [Tic-Tac]Let's go!
Tommy, you can't do this. You don't bump guys.
You're not like those animals back there.
It's not right, Tom.
They can't make us do this.
It's a wrong situation. They can't make us different people than we are.
We're not muscle. I never killed anybody.
I used a little information for a chisel, that's all.
It's my nature, Tom. I can't help it.
Somebody hands me an angle, I play it. I don't deserve to die for that.
Do you think I do?
I'm just a grifter. Huh, Tom? I'm a nobody!
But I tell you what-- I never crossed a friend.
I never killed anybody, I never crossed a friend.
We're not like those animals.
This is not us.
[ Stammering ] This is a dream!
It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you!
I can't die.
I can't die...
out here in the woods like a dumb animal.
In the woods like a dumb animal!
Like a-- Like a dumb animal!
I can't-- I can't-- I can't die out here in the woods...
like a dumb animal. [ Sobbing ]
I can't... die!
I'm praying to you.
Look in your heart.
I'm praying to you.
Look in your heart. I'm praying to you.
Look in your heart.
I'm praying to you!
Look in your heart!
I'm praying to you! Look in your heart.
I'm praying to you!
Look in your heart! Look in your heart!
You can't kill me.
- Look in your heart. - [Gun Fires]
- Tommy-- - Shut up. You're dead. Get me?
I understand. I'm dead.
- God bless you. -Shut up.
You have to disappear for good. No one can see you. No one can know.
- God bless you. -Go somewhere no one knows you.
Anyone sees you, you really are dead. You're not my problem anymore.
Of course not. You've done your share. Thank you.
- Don't worry. I understand. -Shut up. Shut up.
- Thank you. - Shut up. Get out of here before I change my mind.
[ Whispers ] God bless you.
[Frankie Coughs]
[ Chattering, Laughing ]
[ Frankie ] Put one in his brain?
- Yeah. - [ Tic-Tac ] Atta boy.
[ Laughing ]
[Streetcar Rumbling]
Mink? Tom Reagan. Where you been?
[Mink On Phone, Indistinct]
Will you look? Eddie Dane's been looking for you.
- Bernie's dead. -Jesus Christ!
Stop wailing and listen to me. Caspar knows you were in on selling out his fix.
- Who the hell gave him that idea? - Heh!
- I guess I gave him that idea. Sorry. It just slipped out. - What are you trying to do?
Shut up and let me talk. You lay low till Caspar cools off.
Then tell him the Dane was in on the sellout, and I'll make Caspar go easy on you.
- You got me into this mess. - That's right, I got you into this.
-Just remember, Mink, I'm the only one who can get you out. - Wait a minute, Tom.
Waah! Uuh!
Hello, Terry. Getting out the vote?
A message from Leo. Leo says if you're smart you'll sit this one out,
not that he cares one way or the other.
Leo says if you're on the wrong side you take your chances like anybody else.
Leo says he gives no special favors, that's all.
Tell Leo he's not God on the throne.
He’s just a cheap political boss with more hair tonic than brains.
[ Groans ] Uhh!
Did Leo say that as well?
No, I said that.
Cross Leo, next time I'll say plenty.
[Car's Doors Shut, Departs]
When you're right, you're right.
But you never say, I told you so.
[Tom] So what am I right about?
Well, I'll tell you.
But first you gotta promise not to say I told you so.
I never say that, and I don't like people who do.
Mink was robbing me right along with the shmatte.
What convinced you of that?
Mink took a powder. We can't find him.
The Dane, he's making excuses for him.
But personally, I think you was right.
I think that Mink and Bernie was in it together.
I think Mink heard that you bumped the shmatte and lit out.
Lousy son of a bitch.
- I told you so. - What?
[ Laughs ]
You got a lip on you. That's all right.
I don't generally care for it, but that's all right.
You was a good sport to bump the shmatte.
How do you know Mink skipped?
- Because the Dane can't find him. - So he says.
- Meaning what exactly? -Maybe nothing.
I didn't give it much thought, 'cause a guy'll say anything when his number is up.
But, uh,just before I bumped Bernie,
he swore tome that Eddie Dane and Mink were setting him up--
that they were the ones who sold out your fix.
Well, uh--
Well, like you say, uh, a guy'll say anything.
So why isn't Eddie Dane here?
Well, he don't care for you, kid.
Maybe it's only fair to tell you.
After you left us, he tried to sell me on a double-cross.
He says tome, why don't we double-cross you and give you the bump...
after we get the shmatte.
Well, I figure a deal's a deal. You're square with me.
You bump the shmatte, I hold up my end. It's a question of ethics.
Everything above board so everybody knows who's a friend, who's an enemy.
So the Dane doesn't like you, but he wouldn't cross me.
We go back.
Of course there's always that wild card when, uh, love is involved.
I know Mink is Eddie Dane's boy.
Still, I-- I don't make it that way.
- Then there's nothing to worry about. - Yeah.
Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister! Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister!
- Papa, Papa, I got a prize from the sister! - Yeah. Just a minute.
- Of course, then, there's no reason-- Shut up! - Papa, Papa, I got--
You take a page out of this guy's book.
- A little less you talk, a little more you think! - [ Bawling ]
Kids. You gotta be firm.
Anyways, there's no reason not to check things out.
If Mink is around, I want you to find him. He can tell us what's what.
What's the matter? Somebody hit you?
What's the matter? Aren't we friends anymore?
If you find him, I wanna talk to him alone.
That's the way you get the straight dope--man to man.
Just me, Mink... and my friend Roscoe.
You understand what I'm saying?
- It ain't complicated. - [Boy Howling]
You should leave town for a few days. Things are gonna heat up around here.
Go to the Palisades. I'll join you soon as I'm done.
I can't find Bernie. Did you find him?
Yeah.
Is he leaving?
He, uh-- He left.
- He say where to? - He didn't say.
- You-- - Thanks.
-[Dane] What's that potato-eater up to? - [Thug]Beats me.
- That's Bernie's sister, ain't it? - Beats me.
- What's he seeing her for? - Beats me. Maybe--
Shut up. Get lost.
I'll see where the twist fops.
You know who I am?
Yeah, Johnny Caspar's shadow. What, did he stay in bed today?
Jesus. I open my mouth, the whole world turns smart.
- You're Leo's twist, right? - Me and Leo are through.
Yeah? So you're sluttin' around with Tom now, huh?
You get outta here.
Okay. See you later.
Before I go, what's your boyfriend up to?
- Nothing I know about. - Yeah?
That doesn't figure for me--
you dumpin' Leo for the guy who put a bullet in your brother.
He didn't tell you. Aww.
Spin her, Eddie.
Ooh!
[ Straining ]
- You Leo's? - Yeah. He wanted her looked-out for.
Well, you did a bang-up job. I'll be sure to tell him.
- Where's Leo? - If I tell you, how do I know you won't kill me?
Because if you told me and I killed you and you were lying, I wouldn't get to kill you then.
- Where's Leo? - He's moving around.
- He's getting his mob together tomorrow at Whiskey Nick's. - You sure?
Check it. It's gold.
You know what, yegg? I believe you.
Go ahead and run, sweetie.
I'll track down all of you whores.
[Knocking]
[Doorknob Rattling]
[Door Opens]
[Door Closes]
Hello, Bernie. Come on in. Make your self at home.
Hello, Tom.
I thought I'd do that, since you didn't seem to be in.
Figured it was a bad idea to wait in the hall, seeing as I'm supposed to be dead.
How'd you know it was me?
You're the only one I know who'd knock and then break in.
Your other friends wouldn't break in?
My other friends want to kill me, so they wouldn't knock.
What's on your mind. Bernie?
Things.
I guess you must be angry. I'm supposed to be gone far away.
I guess it seems sort of irresponsible, my being here.
And I was gonna leave. Honest, I was.
But then I started thinking...
if I stuck around, that would not be good for you.
Then I started thinking that--
that might not be bad for me.
[Chuckles]
You didn't see the play you gave me.
I mean, what am I gonna do?
If I leave, I got nothing.
No money, no friends, nothing.
If I stay, I got you.
Anyone finds out I'm alive, you're dead, so...
I got-- I got you, Tommy.
What's the matter? You got nothing to crack wise about?
Bernie ain't so funny anymore?
I guess I made kind of a fool of my self out there...
bawling away like a twist.
I guess--
I guess I turned yellow.
- You didn't tell anyone about that? - No.
Of course, you know about it.
It's a painful memory...
and I can't help remembering that you put the finger on me,
and you took me out there to whack me.
I know... you didn't. I know.
- You didn't shoot me, but-- - But what have I done for you lately?
Don't smart me.
See, I want to watch you squirm.
I want to see you sweat a little.
And when you smart me...
it ruins it.
There's one other thing I want.
I want to see Johnny Caspar cold and stiff.
That's what you'll do for your friend Bernie.
In the meantime, I'll stay out of sight.
But if Caspar ain't stiff in a couple of days...
I start eating in restaurants.
Oof!.
Uuh!
You make me laugh, Tommy.
You're gonna catch cold. Then you're no good to me.
What were you gonna do if you caught me?
I'll just squirt a few, and then you'd let me go again.
Hello, Tad. How's the club holding up?
We're managing to squeak by without you. Got Lazarre's money?
- No. - You're not supposed to be here since you turned rat.
Relax, Tad. Leo isn't around, is he?
Last couple of days you booked any heavy bets on a long shot at Saturday's fights?
Why the hell should I tell you?
The truth is, Tad, no reason on Earth.
Saturday's fights?
Drop Johnson put two grand on one yesterday--
on Sailor Reese, an under card bum.
Drop Johnson. He play your book much?
- Are you kidding? I didn't even know he could count. - [Woman Screams]
Jesus. You bring them with you?
Hello, Brian. Still fighting the good fight?
Hello, Tom. Neither rain nor wind nor snow.
That's the mailman. O'Doole here?
Hello, O'Doole. You don't look happy.
Look at this mess.
Guttin' the golden calf again. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yeah, it's awful confusing. You know a yegg named Drop Johnson?
- We spanked him a couple of times. - Where does he flop?
- Terminal Hotel, Bay Street. - [Gunshot]
Jesus! Look, don't nobody ask me since I'm just the chief around here,
but I'll tell you my opinion.
Caspar is just as crazy as Leo, and an eye-tie? into the bargain.
What's the matter, O'Doole? Doesn't anything ever suit you?
Hop in, Tom. We been lookin' for you.
- I'm busy. - Hop in anyway.
You can't hijack me, Tic-Tac. We're on the same side now.
Or didn't you get that far in school?
How'd you get the fat lip?
- Old war wound. Acts up around morons. - Very smart.
What were you doing at the club, talking things over with Leo?
Don't think so hard, Eddie. You might sprain something.
You are so goddamn smart.
Except you ain't.
I get you, smart guy. I know what you are.
Straight as a corkscrew.
Mr. Inside Out-ski,
like some goddamn Bolshevik picking up his orders from Yegg Central.
You think you're so goddamn smart.
You join up Johnny Caspar,
you bump Bernie Bernbaum.
Up is down. Black is white.
Well, I think you're half smart.
I think you were straight with your frail,
I think you were queer with Johnny Caspar...
and I think you'll sooner join a ladies' league than gun a guy down.
Then I hear from these two geniuses they never even saw this rub-out take place.
- Boss said to have him do it. He didn't say nothing about-- - Shut up!
Or maybe you still got too many teeth.
Everyone is so goddamn smart.
Well, we'll go out to Miller's Crossing...
and we'll see who's smart.
****[Frankie Singing In Italian]
You understand if we don't find a stiff out here, we leave a fresh one.
Where are your friends when you need 'em, huh?
Where's Leo now?
Hey, Tic-Tac!
You ever notice how the snappy dialogue dries up...
once a guy starts soiling his union suit?
[ Chuckling ]
****[Continues]
** [ Stops ]
** [ Resumes ]
[Retching]
Okay. There's nothing out here.
****[Stops]
****[Resumes]
- [ Groans ] - Think about this... smart guy.
[Tic-Tac] It's hanky time.
[ Coughing ]
- ** [ Stops ] - Birds have been at him.
Jesus Christ.
[ Grunts ]
[ Coughing Continues ]
Told you to put one in his brain, not in his stinkin' face!
[WheezingLaughter]
[ Frankie ] I told you, Dane. We heard two shots.
[Man, Woman Arguing, Indistinct]
Hello, Drop.
How are the Katzen jammers?
Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?
Had any visitors?
Uhh, no.
Not ever, Drop?
Not lately.
Then you must be happy to see me.
So, uh...
you didn't see Bernie Bernbaum before he was shown across.
Uh, no.
Seen him since?
One last question, Drop.
You got a lot of money on tomorrow's fight.
That your bet, or, uh... you placing it for a friend?
No, no, no, it's my bet.
- I just have a good feeling about that fight. - A good feeling, huh?
When did a feeling return to your head?
You've outgrown that one.
Must be all the thinking you been doing.
Tell Bernie something's come up, he has to get in touch.
There'll be nothing stirring till I talk to him.
****[Male Irish Tenor, Indistinct]
All right, anyone left in there, come on out grabbing air. You know the drill.
[Coughs]
Aah!
[Laughter]
[Machine Gun Firing]
Hello, Tom. Where you been hiding?
Hither and yon. Is the mayor in?
- He's with Mr. Caspar. - That's who I'm looking for.
- Scare me up some gargle, will you? - Sure. I'll announce you.
Don't bother. I'm well-liked.
[Mayor]I can't do it. I'll look ridiculous. It simply isn't done.
-Assistants, maybe. - For a mayor, you don't hear so hot.
I said head. Head of the assessor's office.
- But there are two of them. - I can count. Co-heads.
Johnny, needless to say, this office will do anything in its power...
to assist you and your cousins.
We did it for Leo, of course, on countless occasions.
Damn right. Had every potato-eater from County Cork on the public tit.
But there's a way we do things,
hallowed by usage and consecrated by time.
- When we put people on the pad when Leo was running things-- - Leo ain't runnin' things!
I ain't interested in ancient history! I'm runnin' things now!
Nobody can appreciate it more than I.
I can give them jobs. I can give them good jobs.
I can even give them jobs where they won't have to perform any work,
where their lack of English will be no impediment, but I can't--
What is this, the high hat?
Tom, can you explain it to him? I can put them in public works, but I can't--
You can do whatever the hell Caspar tells you.
I don't remember all this double talk when Leo gave you an order.
- Tom. Jesus! - Stop whimpering and do as you're told.
- You can start by gettin' out of here. -Johnny, it's my office.
Get out of here! Take it on the heel and toe before I whack you one!
- You two beat it. - [ Snaps Fingers ]
- [ Italian ] - Yeah, go and keep the mayor company.
I'll take care of ya's later.
[ Sighs ]
- Runnin' things-- it ain't all gravy. -[Distant Explosion]
- What's the fireworks? -Knocking over one of Leo's clubs.
Son of a bitch won't go belly up.
I'm sorry, kid. I heard about your little ride this morning.
Yeah, well, sorry don't fix things.
We could just as easily have missed Bernie's corpse, and I'd be dead now.
I know, I know, but that don't mean the Dane's up to anything.
So he hears a rumor that Bernie ain't dead. These stories pop up.
Any stories about Bernie being alive the Dane's made up himself.
You don't know that. It don't make sense. Why would he?
There could be a damn good reason...
if you got a fixed fight coming up.
- Do you? - Maybe.
Okay, yeah, sure. Tomorrow night. The fix is in. What of it?
- The Dane know about it? - Yeah.
Okay, I get it.
If the Dane's been selling you out on these fights and means to again,
- he's gonna have to have somebody else to point the finger at. - Yeah, I get it.
With Bernie dead, there ain't a hell of a lot of people he can point to.
Yeah, the Dane sells me out, makes pretend Bernie's still doing it.
That's real pretty.
Bernie leaked the fix, and you take the fall for not killing him.
But I don't know. Why would Eddie cross me like that? Money?
Okay, everybody likes money,
but somehow it just don't seem like him.
- And I know the Dane. - Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
Money don't mean that much to him.
Then it's not just the money he's after.
- He's got a wart on his fanny. - Huh?
A warton his fanny giving him the fidgets.
Maybe he's sick of sitting on the couch.
Maybe behind your desk don't look like a bad place to move to.
Kid, you got a lip on you.
But you're honest.
That's something we can't get enough of in this business.
I'll admit since last we jawed...
my stomach's been seizing up on me.
If the Dane's saying we should double-cross you--
You double-cross once, where's it all end?
An interesting ethical question.
[ Sighs ]
I'll find the Dane, talk to him, straighten things out.
- Sure, talk to him. Have a chat. - I'll take care of it.
- Ask him if he's selling you out. I'm sure he'll come clean. - I'll take care of it.
- You're swimmin' in it. - I said I'd take care of it!
[Plate Thuds, Rattles]
-Johnny. - [ Grunts ]
My chin's hanging out right alongside yours.
I'd worry a lot less if I thought you were worrying enough.
[Gunshots, Explosions Continue]
But I am, kid.
Christ.
Running things.
[ Ringing ]
- Yeah? - [ Bernie ] I got your message.
Oh, Bernie. I had a dream about you the other day.
- Yeah? A nightmare? - On the contrary. Very sweet.
I dreamt you were lying out at Miller's Crossing with your face blown off.
- [ Chuckles ] You get a kick out of that? - I was in stitches.
- It's Mink, isn't it? - I came back. He wasn't happy to see me.
- Can you beat that? - Some friend.
Yeah. You know what a nervous boy he was.
I figured you're a friend, maybe you could use some insurance.
Did Mink have a .22?
-He already ditched it. Why? - After he shot Rug?
- Yeah. How'd you know? - Doesn't matter.
- I've been thinking about our deal. You can stick it in your ear. - Huh?
You don't have anything on me that I don't have on you, so I'm calling your bluff.
- Wait a minute. - I'm pulling out tomorrow morning.
You only have to decide whether or not I leave behind a message for Caspar...
that you're still around.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough.
I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
- In a pig's eye! - I'm going out. I'll be back at 4:00 this morning.
If you're not here at my place, 4:00, with the dough,
- Caspar's gonna be looking for you tomorrow. - Wait, wait, wait!
- Got any money? - No.
Okay.
[ Grunting ]
[Blows Landing]
Third race tonight.
By the finish, Tailor Made had a view of the field.
You oughta lay off the ponies, Tom.
Okay.
[ Groaning ]
Lazarre said he's sorry about this. It's just getting out of hand.
Yeah.
He likes you, Tom.
He said we didn't have to break anything.
It's okay.
Tell him there's no hard feelings. Heh!
Christ, Tom... he knows that.
Take care now.
- Tom Reagan. - Yes, sir.
- Mr. Caspar's in the great room. - Swell. Can you hold these?
Kid, what's the rumpus?
I got news.
Yeah. News at this end too.
My stomach's been seizing up on me.
- Mink just told me that he-- - Eh?
- You talked to Mink? - Yeah, on the phone.
The Dane wants you to think that he's disappeared so you can't talk to him,
- but he's been here in town. - You sure it was Mink?
Yeah. See for yourself. He's coming to my place, 4:00 this morning.
He's afraid of a crossing with Dane. He told me about the fix.
He says he'll sing for a couple of grand skip money, tell us everyone involved.
But you'd better take care of the Dane tonight.
Mink says he's coming after us tonight.
[ Groans ]
Leo's holed up at Whiskey Nick's dump.
What? How do you know?
[Dane] That ain't all we know, smart guy.
Recognize your playmate?
You thought I'd quit, huh? Uh-uh.
I followed you this afternoon,
and I wondered why Einstein would wanna talk to a gorilla.
So I grabbed the gorilla, and I beat it out of him.
You give me a big guy every time. They break easy. Not like you.
Is there a point, or are you just brushing up on your small talk?
I like that. Cool under fire.
I'm impressed.
The gorilla didn't know whose stiff we found, but I can fill that in.
You killed Mink, you son of a bitch!
It was Mink, you son of a bitch.
It was Mink, and by God, I'll hear you say it.
[ Tom ] Is this how you told Drop his story?
Come here, bum.
I am gonna send you to a deep, dark place,
and I am gonna have fun doing it.
[ Gagging ]
Oof!.
You son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! You lousy son of a bitch!
If there're one thing I can't stand, it's a double-cross artist!
[DropScreaming]
I had a theory about this son of a bitch!
Shut up, you lousy son of a bitch, or I'll give you something to holler about!
Johnny, it's okay. The Dane made him do it. It's not important.
Then make him shut it!
And we do the same to Mink this very same night!
We can't double-cross Mink. He wants to spill the whole setup.
- I've never let a son of a bitch walk. - You've never crossed anyone.
4:00, my place. Mink's coming in on his own hook, so I promised him the money.
- Don't make me out to be a liar. - [ Screaming ]
Look at this, kid.
Something I try to teach all my boys.
[ Moaning ]
Always put one in the brain.
[Doorbell Jingles]
What's the rumpus?
I was just in the neighborhood feeling a little daffy.
- What are you doing? - Walking.
Don't let on more than you have to.
In the rain.
Bernie's dead, isn't he?
- What makes you think that? - That's no answer.
I can't tell you anything yet.
No one really cares, do they?
- His friends didn't really like him. - He didn't like his friends.
You're someone to talk. You're a son of a bitch, Tom.
You got me to tell you where he was, and then you killed him.
I want to know why.
- What was in it for you? - Nothing for me.
Giving up Bernie was the only way I could see to straighten things out for Leo.
I thought you said you didn't care about Leo.
I said we were through. It's not the same thing.
I don't understand. I don't care.
I don't care what reasons you had or you thought you had.
He's still alive.
You expect me to believe you?
No.
That's you all over, Tom.
A lie and no heart.
[ Clicks ]
Oh--
[ Sobs ]
It isn't easy, is it, Verna?
[Johnny] But before you even think about doing that, you gotta towel down.
So you towel down first with a hot towel, as hot as you can stand.
Put the razor in cold water, not hot,
because metal does what in cold?
- I don't know, Johnny. - That's why I’m telling you! It contracts.
That way you get a first-class shave every time.
Okay, Johnny.
Ain't it the life though?
[ Tom ] Hello, Sal. You can dangle.
Hello, Tom. You sure? You don't look so hot.
I'm okay.
I'll drive him home.
[Streetcar Rumbling]
[Gunshots]
Mr. Reagan, there were shots.
Go down to the drug store and call the police.
You'd better stay there till the officers arrive.
Will my cats be all right?
Yeah, they'll be fine.
[Bernie Chuckling]
I get it. You set me up.
Anything to avoid a little dirty work yourself, huh?
How'd you know he'd get it and not me? Or didn't you care?
I figured you'd come early looking for blood.
He wouldn't, so you'll likely have the drop on him.
You're right. The chump never knew what hit him.
But if you knew I'll come to kill you, how do you know I won't still?
There's nothing init for you now.
With him dead, you and me got nothing on each other.
- Let me have the gun. - Why?
Pin this on the Dane.
Neither of us want him walking around after this.
The cops'll be Leo's now. They won't care what they hang the Dane for.
I guess that's true,
if you don't mind keeping the gun that killed Caspar and Mink.
Why did Mink shoot Rug anyway?
I don't know. It was just a mix-up.
Here.
- So you're gonna say the Dane did this? - Sure.
Mink thought Rug was tailing him.
You know Mink. Hysterical. Skin full of hop, head full of boogey men.
Comes home crying one day, saying he had to pop one of the Dane's spies.
Rug was tailing Verna, not Mink. Mink just happened to be with her.
[Laughs] Funny, ain't it?
Mink was terrified the Dane'd find out me and him were jungle dup together.
I bet you kept him worried about that to keep him under your thumb.
Yeah, so what? Scratch, huh?
A little bonus.
- Why did Mink take Rug's hair? - Beats me. The kid was dizzy.
Fifty-fifty on the dough? Or maybe I should get more, since I did the deed.
Okay, you keep it. I want you to have it.
Bernie... we can't pin this on the Dane.
- Why not? - Because the Dane's already dead halfway across town.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Eddie Dane is dead.
It's gotta be you.
I mean, it was your gun.
[ Chuckling ]
What is this? What the hell are you talking about?
You--
You took my gun. It's just your word against mine.
[ Clicks ]
Not necessarily.
Are you crazy?
We're square. You said it yourself. We got nothing on each other.
Yep.
So what's in it for you? There's no angle.
You can just shoot me like that.
Jesus Christ, it don't make sense.
Tommy--
Tommy! [ Sobbing ]
Look in your heart.
- Look in your heart. - What heart?
[ Dialing Phone ]
Tad? It's Tom.
Tell Lazarre I got his money.
Yeah, all of it.
I wanna place a bet on tonight's fight.
- They set you up downstairs? - How's that?
A little hooch, whatever?
Thanks for coming, Tom. Leo's real anxious to see you.
Yeah, I happened to be near.
[Indistinct Shouts]
Well, uh, actually this might not be the best time.
- Who's he got in there? - O'Doole and the mayor.
- I'll try again. - They're planting the sheeny tomorrow. You could stop by.
[ Mumbling Prayer]
- Big turnout. - Drop dead.
She's under a lot of strain.
- Yeah, well, at least she didn't hit me. - [ Chuckles ]
Glad you came, Tommy.
- I guess, uh-- Huh? - She's taking the car.
- I guess we're walkin'. - Guess we are.
We're, uh-- We're getting married.
Congratulations.
Funny thing is, she asked me to tie the knot. I guess you're not supposed to say that.
- It doesn't matter. Congratulations. - Thanks.
Hell, Tom, why didn't you tell me what you were up to?
I thought you'll really gone over.
Not that I didn't deserve it, but you could've told me.
Telling you would only have queered things if it--
There just wasn't any point.
I can see that.
It was a smart play all around.
I guess you know I'm grateful.
No need.
Heh! I guess you picked that fight with me...
just to check yourself in with Caspar.
I don't know. Do you always know why you do things, Leo?
Sure I do.
- It was a smart play. - Fine.
Jesus, Tom, I'd do anything if you work for me again.
I know I've made some bonehead plays, I know I can be pigheaded,
but, damn it, so can you.
I need you. Things can be the way they were.
I know it. I just know it.
As for you and Verna, well, I understand.
You're both young.
Damn it, Tom, I forgive you.
I didn't ask for that, and I don't want it.
Good-bye, Leo.
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