Living to Die (1990) - full transcript

A burned-out private detective in Las Vegas gets involved in blackmail and murder.

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(jet engine)

- WHAT TIME YOU GOT?
- 7:15, SIR.

- 7:15. WHAT THE HELL TIME
ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?

- THEY TOLD ME TO BE HERE
AT 7 P.M., SIR.

SURE LOOKS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL
NIGHT, HUH, DETECTIVE?

- EXCUSE ME?
- A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

- OH, YEAH, LOVELY,
ABSOLUTELY LOVELY.

SO WHO-- WHO'S THE CLOWN
THEY'RE BRINGING IN TONIGHT?

- A WITNESS.
HIS NAME IS MICHAEL PARENTE.

THEY'RE BRINGING HIM IN FROM
JEAN PRISON, NEVADA,

AND I'M GONNA TAKE HIM ON DOWN
TO PARK CENTRAL, SIR.



- EXCUSE ME, WE ARE GONNA
TAKE HIM DOWN TO PARK CENTRAL.

I JUST GOT THE CALL
ON THE WAY HOME.

AND COULD YOU CAN THE,
UH, SIR CRAP?

YOU SOUND LIKE
SOME GODDAMN ROOKIE.

- I AM A ROOKIE,
AND I'M PROUD OF IT.

APRIL GRADUATION,
RAMPART DIVISION.

- REALLY?
- REALLY.

- WELL, LET ME ASK YOU THIS.

HOW COME YOU WAITED
SO LONG TO BECOME A COP?

- EXACTLY HOW OLD DO YOU THINK
I AM, DETECTIVE?

- I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME
THAT. I ALWAYS GET IN TROUBLE.

- YEAH, WELL, YOU STARTED IT.

- WELL, LET'S SEE.
JUDGING BY YOUR PEARLY WHITES,

I'D HAVE TO SAY THAT YOU ARE
NOT A DAY OVER...



27.
- OH. YOU ARE KIND.

YOU KNOW, YOU ARE
A KIND MAN, DETECTIVE.

- YES, MA'AM.

- I AM A 35-YEAR-OLD WOMAN,
DETECTIVE.

I HAVE A BACHELOR DEGREE
IN HUMANITIES.

I WAS A WAITRESS FOR 10 YEARS.
I HAVE A 12-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER.

I WAS DIVORCED TWICE.
- OUCH.

- MY LAST HUSBAND USED TO LIKE
TO BEAT ME UP PRETTY REGULAR

BECAUSE HE WAS A DRUNK, AND
EVERY TIME I CALLED THE COPS,

BY THE TIME THEY GOT THERE,
HE WAS GONE.

SO I BECAME ONE, BECAUSE
THE NEXT TIME I SEE HIM,

I'M GONNA BLOW HIS FUCKING
HEAD CLEAR OFF.

NOW, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE

YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT ME,
DETECTIVE?

- NO.
THAT'S FINE.

WELL, YEAH. YEAH.
DID HE EVER COME BACK?

- HE'S STILL MISSING,
AND I'M STILL WAITING.

- GOOD.
WELL, I TELL YOU WHAT.

IF YOU EVER NEED
SOME HELP,

I WOULDN'T MIND WAITING
AROUND WITH YOU.

- DETECTIVE?
- YEAH?

- ARE YOU MAKING A PASS AT ME?

- NO. NO.
I'M JUST...

OFFERING ASSISTANCE TO
A FELLOW POLICE OFFICER IS ALL.

- OH.

(helicopter sounds)

- THAT MUST BE THEM.
- YEAH.

(taps on wing)

- LIEUTENANT,
HOW'S VEGAS TREATING YOU?

- AS GOOD AS I TREAT IT,
NICK.

- WHAT HAVE YOU GOT
FOR US TONIGHT?

- I'VE GOT YOUR STAR WITNESS
IN THE ROSETTI CASE.

- ROSETTI?
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING, FRANK?

YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME
HERE, ARE YOU?

YOU PROMISED ME!
- MIKE, I'VE GOTTA GO BACK--

- YOU SAID, I'M DEAD WITHOUT
YOU! I'M DEAD WITHOUT YOU!

- THEY'RE GONNA TAKE
GOOD CARE OF YOU.

- YOU FUCK! YOU FUCK!
YOU FUCK!

YOU LYING COCK--
- COME ON. CALM DOWN.

- WE'LL ALL GO TOGETHER.
OKAY? WE'LL STAY TOGETHER.

- JUST DON'T LEAVE ME.
- DON'T WORRY, I WON'T.

- PLEASE?
- COME ON.

- WELCOME TO L.A.
- FUCK YOU!

- RIGHT. (chuckles)

YOU WANNA DRIVE?
- SURE.

(propeller sounds)

(music)

(police radio chatter)

- CALM DOWN, MIKE.

- SOMETHING'S FOLLOWING US,
FRANKIE.

THAT CHEVY BACK THERE'S
BEEN FOLLOWING US

FOR THE LAST TWO MILES.

YOU'RE NOT TAKING THE FREEWAY,
ARE YOU, HONEY?

- WE'RE NOT GETTING
ON THE FREEWAY, HONEY.

- WHAT'S THE MATTER,
YOU ON GLUE? JUST SHUT UP.

- FUCK YOU!

- FRANK, I DON'T WANNA HEAR
ANOTHER GODDAMN WORD

FROM THIS WEASEL.
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

- HE'S NERVOUS, NICK.
- THAT BLUE VAN.

- GOD DAMN IT, FRANK!
YOU SHUT HIM UP NOW!

- THAT BLUE VAN'S FOLLOWING US!
- SHUT HIM UP!

- SHUT THE FUCK UP!
- GOD DAMN IT, CALM DOWN!

(police radio chatter)

(police radio chatter)

(tires screech)

(gunshots)
- Mike: AH!

(gunshots)
(tires screech)

- FRANKIE!
- I'M HIT!

- FRANKIE!
- I'M HIT! AH!

- GIVE ME THE KEYS!
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

- NO, FRANKIE,
GIVE ME THE KEYS!

(gunshot)
(bullet ricochets)

(gunshots continue)
- AHH!

- AHH!
- YOU FUCK! YOU FUCK!

(gunshots)
(police siren)

(gunshots continue)

- AHH!

(tires screech)
(police siren)

(music)

(door squeaks)

- NO, NO, NO,
NO, NO, NO, HONEY.

WE GOT PLENTY OF TIME.
RELAX.

- IT'S JUST TEMPORARY.
- IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

(music)

LET ME SEE YOU WALK.
- WHAT?

- YOU KNOW, JUST KIND
OF WALK FOR ME.

- WALK?

(giggles)

- DANCE. COME ON.

(music)
YEAH...

TURN AROUND...

TAKE IT OFF.

SLOW.

YEAH...

YEAH...

NICE.

YEAH.

COME HERE.
COME ON. COME ON.

- EASY.
JUST WAIT.

WANT SOME?
- NO, THANK YOU.

- (sniffs)

AHH!
- WHAT? WHAT'S THE MATTER?

- AHH!
(crash!)

(knock on door)
- MAGGIE!

(knock on door)
MAGGIE!

OPEN UP! MAGGIE!

(knock on door)
HEY!

(knock on door)
HEY, MAGGIE? MAGGIE?

MAGGIE!
HEY, MAGGIE!

- MAY I HELP YOU?

EXCUSE ME,
YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE.

(phone rings)

- COME ON.
GIVE ME THE RAMS AND 7 1/2.

YEAH. (laughs)
- HI.

- WHO ARE YOU?
- I'M YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND.

I'M RETURNING THE CUFFLINK
YOU LEFT LAST NIGHT.

- I'M SORRY, MR. MINTON.
I TRIED TO STOP HIM.

THAT'S OKAY, JANICE.
GO AHEAD, HONEY.

I'LL CALL YOU BACK.
(door slams shut)

- YOU DID THE RIGHT THING,
EDWARD.

- WHO ARE YOU?
- I TOLD YOU.

I'M YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND.

- LET'S CUT THROUGH
THE BULLSHIT, PAL.

- LOOK, IF I WASN'T YOUR FRIEND,
I WOULDN'T HAVE CLEANED UP

THE LITTLE MESS YOU LEFT
LAST NIGHT, HUH?

- WHAT ABOUT LAST NIGHT?
- WHAT ABOUT LAST NIGHT?

EDDIE, EDDIE, COME ON.

I KNOW THE KIND
OF MAN YOU ARE.

AND I KNOW THE KIND OF WOMAN
MAGGIE WAS.

SO SHE OD'd, SO WHAT?

SHE PROBABLY DIDN'T GET
THE COKE FROM YOU, HUH?

- FROM ME? I NEVER DID COCAINE
IN MY LIFE.

IF YOU LOOK ON THE VIAL,

YOU'LL PROBABLY FIND HER
FINGERPRINTS, NOT MINE, PAL.

- I FLUSHED IT.
- YOU WHAT?

- I FLUSHED IT.

HEY, LOOK, I TOLD YOU
I CLEANED UP THE MESS.

I LIVE WITH HER.

MAGGIE WAS MY OLD LADY.

(chuckles)
EDWARD, EDWARD, RELAX.

I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM
WITH YOU.

I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU, UH,

YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH HER DEATH.

BUT, UH, IT'S JUST THAT

I DON'T THINK TOO MANY
OTHER PEOPLE

ARE GONNA BE AS UNDERSTANDING
AS I HAVE BEEN.

- WHO ELSE? I THOUGHT YOU SAID
YOU TOOK CARE OF THINGS.

- I DID, I DID,
BUT IT'S JUST, YOU KNOW,

I INCURRED SOME EXPENSES.
- (chuckles)

AND WHAT EXACTLY IS THE AMOUNT
OF THESE EXPENSES?

- THAT IS THE QUESTION.
THE AMOUNT.

NOW, I KNOW I ONLY WORKED
FOR ONE NIGHT,

BUT THE VALUE OF THE WORK,
EDDIE, THE VALUE,

THAT'S WHAT WE'RE
TALKING ABOUT HERE.

- NO, I THINK WE'RE TALKING
ABOUT BLACKMAIL.

- (chuckles)

YOU WATCH TOO MUCH TV, EDDIE,
TOO MUCH TV.

I'M NOT BLACKMAILING YOU.

I MERELY PERFORMED
A SERVICE FOR YOU.

A SERVICE
THAT'LL ENABLE YOU TO, UH,

KEEP YOUR CUSHY JOB AND ALL ITS
UNDER-THE-TABLE PAYOFFS.

KEEP YOUR NAME
OUT OF THE NEWSPAPERS AND, UH,

STOP YOU FROM BEING
PUBLICLY HUMILIATED.

- HOW MUCH?

HOW MUCH?

HOW MUCH?

- I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

I'M NOT TOO GOOD AT, UH,
TALKING ABOUT FIGURES.

WHY DON'T WE EACH
WRITE DOWN AN AMOUNT

AND SEE
WHAT WE COME UP WITH, HUH?

THANK YOU.

(laughs)

YOU MUST BE A LOT OF LAUGHS
AT PARTIES, HUH, EDDIE?

A LOT OF LAUGHS.
EITHER THAT,

OR YOU DON'T CARE
ABOUT YOUR LIFE AND CAREER.

- AND YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS

ABOUT THESE NUMBERS
YOU JUST WROTE DOWN.

- I AM VERY SERIOUS.

AND I KNOW YOU'VE GOT
THE MONEY.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU WON'T EVEN FEEL IT.

I'LL LET YOU KNOW
HOW TO TRANSFER THE MONEY.

BYE-BYE.

(taps on desk)

- NO.
NO, NO, NO, NO.

(chuckles)
YEAH.

(music)

(chatter)
(scattered applause)

- IT'S UP TO YOU, CHARLIE.
- I FOLD.

- SAM?

- I'LL SEE YOUR $5
AND I'LL RAISE YOU $10.

(phone beeps)
- 10?

- JESUS CHRIST,
I CAN'T BUY A FACE CARD.

- CAN I GET A DRINK OVER HERE?
- THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL, DARLING.

GIVE US A LITTLE KISS
ON THE FOREHEAD FOR LUCK.

OW! WHAT DID YOU DO?
YOU BUMPED ME $10?

- YEP.
- $10?

- I TELL YOU WHAT, SAM.
I'M GONNA SEE YOUR 10.

I'M GONNA BUMP YOU BACK 20.
- $20?

FUCK YOU.
- FUCK ME? THAT'S THE LIMIT.

- THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE
A FRIENDLY FUCKING GAME.

- THE MAN'S GETTING TOUCHY.

A MAN GETS TOUCHY,
IT MEANS HE'S UNSURE.

- NOW HE'S A FUCKING
FORTUNE COOKIE.

- ARE YOU IN OR OUT?
- HERE'S MY 20 FUCKING BUCKS.

(phone rings)
- HERE ARE YOUR THREE TENS.

- THREE QUEENS.
- TWO FIVES.

- FUCK YOU.
- "FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU."

WHAT ARE YOU, IN HEAT?
- YES?

YES, HE IS.
ONE MOMENT PLEASE. NICK?

- YEAH.
- PHONE.

- WATCH MY CHIPS.

THANKS.
YEAH?

EDWARD, HOW ARE YOU?

NO, I'M DRINKING SCOTCH
AND GAMBLING.

WHAT, IS IT IMPORTANT?

UH... YEAH. WHERE?

FREMONT AND WHAT?

ALL RIGHT. GIVE ME, UM,
GIVE ME 10, 15 MINUTES.

I'LL MEET YOU ON THE STREET.
YEAH, GOOD. BYE.

SORRY, GUYS,
I GOTTA CASH OUT.

- OH COME ON,
WE JUST GOT STARTED HERE.

- FUCK HIM.
DEAL THE CARDS.

- SAM, LEARN A NEW WORD.

- GOD DAMN IT, CAN I GET
MY DRINK...TODAY?

(music)

(taps on window)

- SO, WHAT THE HELL
IS THE MATTER?

- NICK, I GOT A BIG PROBLEM.

I GOT SOME ASSHOLE
TRYING TO BLACKMAIL ME.

- HOW'S HE DOING?
- TOO GOOD.

- WELL, WHAT'S HE GOT
ON YOU?

- I MET THIS BEAUTIFUL BROAD
LAST NIGHT ON THE STRIP.

NO, SHE WAS REALLY
SPECIAL, NICK.

- THEY ALWAYS ARE,
AREN'T THEY, EDWARD?

- NO, THIS ONE WAS SO SPECIAL,
SHE OD's ON COCAINE

BEFORE I GET
A CHANCE TO BANG HER.

- DEAD?
- DEAD!

WAIT, IT GETS BETTER.
SHE'S GOT A ROOMMATE

WHO SEES ME LEAVING
THE MOTEL,

AND NOW THIS
LITTLE WEASEL THINKS

IT MIGHT BE
WORTH SOMETHING TO HIM.

- WELL, HE MIGHT HE RIGHT.

- THAT ISN'T WHAT I WANT
TO HEAR, NICK.

- YOU KNOW, THERE'S
THIS GREAT JUKEBOX

AT THE BAR THAT
I JUST CAME FROM, RIGHT?

IF YOU WANT TO HEAR
A REQUEST...

- LOOK, EDWARD, BLACKMAILERS
ARE LIKE CHRISTMAS.

THEY KEEP COMING AROUND.

AND EVERY TIME
THEY COME AROUND,

IT COSTS A LITTLE MORE
TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY.

- AH, NICK, NICK, NICK.

I'M JUST NOT USED
TO BEING SQUEEZED.

- IT TAKES GETTING USED TO,
DOESN'T IT, EDWARD?

- WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
- WELL, WHAT'S HE WANT?

- HE WANTS A MILLION DOLLARS.
- A MILLION DOLLARS?

- AND HE WANTS ME TO WAIT BY THE
PHONE FOR HIS INSTRUCTIONS.

- NO, NO, NO.
THAT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

I'LL GO IN YOUR PLACE
WITHOUT THE MONEY.

- WHY?

- GIVE YOU A LITTLE MORE TIME,
GIVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY

TO GET A TAKE ON THE GUY,
MAYBE CONVINCE HIM

THAT HE DOESN'T WANT TO PURSUE
THE MATTER ANY FURTHER.

- BUT WHAT IF YOU
SPOOK HIM, NICK?

- FOR A MILLION DOLLARS,
MOST PEOPLE ARE WILLING

TO GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE,
AREN'T THEY?

- I DON'T KNOW.
YOU HUNGRY?

- NO, NO.
- NO?

- DOMINICK, TAKE US OVER
TO THE MIRAGE, WILL YOU?

COME ON,
I'LL BUY YOU A STEAK.

YOU LOOK TOO SKINNY.

(camera shutter)

- (speaks foreign language)

(speaks foreign language)

- I THINK I'VE HAD ENOUGH.
THIS IS GOING TOO FAR.

- I KNOW.

(knock on door)

LAY STILL.
DON'T MAKE A SOUND.

(door squeaks)
- YEAH?

- I REPRESENT EDWARD MINTON.
- YEAH?

- YEAH.

I THINK WE SHOULD TALK.

- COME ON.

COME, COME, COME, COME.

SO, YOU GOT THE MONEY
OR WHAT?

- I'D IMAGINE MY ANSWER
FALLS UNDER

THE OR WHAT CATEGORY.

- LOOK, PAL, I NEED THAT MONEY
AND I NEED IT NOW.

- EXACTLY. AND BECAUSE YOU
NEED IT,

YOU'RE GONNA TAKE
A WHOLE LOT LESS.

- YEAH? LIKE HOW MUCH LESS?
I'M OFFERING YOU $100,000.

- (laughs)
- I'M TALKING CASH

IN YOUR POCKET TOMORROW MORNING.
NO TAXES, NO STRINGS.

THAT'S A LOT OF FREE MONEY,
JIMMY BOY.

- YEAH, WELL, HE CAN GET
A LOT MORE.

- MAYBE HE CAN, MAYBE HE CAN'T.

THE QUESTION IS,
CAN YOU?

- TOMORROW MORNING?
- AS SOON AS THE BANK OPENS.

- OKAY, HOW ABOUT
A QUARTER OF A MILLION?

- HOW ABOUT I SAY GOOD NIGHT?
- LOOK, MAN, WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE FORGETTING THAT
I HOLD ALL THE CARDS HERE.

- WELL, THEN YOU BETTER CHECK
YOUR HAND, JIMMY BOY,

BECAUSE IF MINTON DECIDES
TO PLAY THIS TOUGH,

YOU'RE GOING TO END UP
WITH ZIP.

- (groans)

OKAY. WHAT'S THE ABSOLUTE
MOST I COULD GET?

- ABSOLUTE MOST, $100,000.

- LOOK, MAN, YOU'RE NOT
NEGOTIATING HERE WITH ME,

YOU'RE OFFERING ME
AN ULTIMATUM.

- THAT'S RIGHT.
AND HERE'S THE OTHER THING,

HOW DO WE KNOW YOU'RE NOT
GOING TO TAKE ANOTHER WALK

DOWN THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD?

- I GIVE YOU MY WORD, OKAY?

- DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE
FUCKING WITH, HUH?

DO YOU KNOW WHO
YOU'RE FUCKING WITH?

- LOOK, I DON'T SCARE
EASILY, ALL RIGHT?

AND YOU JUST TELL HIM JUST IN
CASE ANYTHING DOES HAPPEN TO ME,

THAT I GAVE A FRIEND AN
ENVELOPE WITH ALL THE DETAILS.

- GLADLY.
WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE?

- OKAY.
TOMORROW MORNING

I GET THE CASH, NO TRICKS...

AND I'M OUT OF HERE,
OKAY?

- YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN.

(gunshot)
- (grunts)

(music)

(tires squeal)
(gunshots)

- (gasps) WHO ARE YOU?
- I'M A FRIEND, DON'T WORRY.

WHAT IS THIS, PAISLEY? I HEARD
IT WAS MAKING A COMEBACK.

- WHERE'S JIMMY?
- UH, WELL, JIMMY...

HE STEPPED OUT.
- I HEARD GUNSHOTS.

- WELL, TO TELL YOU
THE TRUTH, UM,

HE TRIED TO CATCH
A BULLET WITH HIS CHEST.

- OH, MY GOD.
- YEAH.

- THE POLICE! THE POLICE WILL
BE HERE ANY MINUTE.

- I IMAGINE SO.

- THERE'S A DUNKIN' DONUT
SHOP RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER.

- I'M A MARRIED WOMAN!
THEY CAN'T FIND ME LIKE THIS!

- YOU'RE A MARRIED WOMAN?

WELL, LADY, I SUGGEST THAT
YOU GET HOME TO YOUR HUSBAND

AND DO THE POTS AND PANS,
COME ON.

(police siren)

(music)

- (laughing)
NICK, I'M TELLING YOU,

I HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH JIMMY'S MURDER.

YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.
- DAMN IT, EDWARD,

I GOTTA KNOW THE TRUTH.
- I TOLD YOU THE TRUTH.

I SWEAR TO GOD.
WOULD I LIE TO YOU?

- YES.
- (laughs)

I CAN'T COMPLAIN,
THOUGH, BECAUSE

NOW THAT THE BLACKMAILER'S
DEAD, I'M OFF THE HOOK, RIGHT?

(laughs)

YEAH!

- MAYBE.

I MEAN, THE GUY SAID HE LEFT
AN ENVELOPE WITH SOMEBODY.

- NICK, THEY ALL SAY THAT.
- SOMETIMES THEY DO, EDWARD.

- WELL, WHERE DO WE STAND NOW?
- WE WAIT.

WE GIVE IT A WEEK OR TWO,
IF YOU DON'T HEAR ANYTHING,

THEN MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT.
MAYBE YOU'RE IN THE CLEAR.

- GOOD.
SALUD.

- THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE.
- WHAT?

- THIS.

- OH, THE GIRL.
- MM-HMM.

- NICK, I'D LIKE YOU TO STAY
ON THIS FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

THE WHOLE THING
IS REALLY STRANGE.

YOU KNOW, FIRST THE GIRL
OD's ON COCAINE,

THEN THE BLACKMAILER
WINDS UP GETTING MURDERED.

WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT IS
SOMEBODY'S GOING TO PINCH HIT

FOR LITTLE JIMMY, AND I'M
LIABLE TO GET BLINDSIDED.

- THAT'S NO PROBLEM.
- DON'T DO THAT.

- DO YOU WANT A DRINK?
- I'D LIKE A BEER.

- A BEER?
- A BEER.

- YOU KNOW WHAT I REGRET MOST
ABOUT THE WHOLE THING

IN THIS CRAZY THING?
- NO, WHAT'S THAT?

- THE ONE REGRET I HAVE,

IS THAT I NEVER REALLY GOT
A CHANCE TO FUCK HER.

- I'M SURE HER FAMILY
APPRECIATES YOUR
SENTIMENTS, EDWARD.

- (laughs)

(music)

(machine beeps)

- YEAH, LIEUTENANT HOWARD,
PLEASE.

NO, THAT'S FINE,
I'LL WAIT.

- EXCUSE ME, COULD I GET ANOTHER
WHISKEY NEAT AND WATER BACK?

- YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
- THANK YOU.

FRANK, NICK.
HOW YOU DOING?

GOOD, GOOD. LISTEN, I NEED
ANOTHER FAVOR, ALL RIGHT?

(chuckles) NO, I NEED AN ADDRESS
ON A PHONE NUMBER.

IT'S 555-6793.
93.

CALL YOU BACK IN AN HOUR?

ALL RIGHT.
THANKS A LOT. BYE.

(scattered applause)
(music)

(celestial music)

(engine turns over)

(car passing by)

(music)

♪ LET ME GET INTO YOUR LIFE ♪

♪ LET ME CUDDLE UP CLOSE TO YOU
EVERY NIGHT ♪

♪ LET ME FEEL YOUR HEART
NEXT TO MINE ♪

♪ 'CAUSE YOU NEED ♪

♪ I NEED ♪

♪ EVERYBODY NEEDS LOVE ♪

♪ IF YOU GIVE, I'LL GIVE ♪

♪ WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS
SO MUCH OF ♪

♪ THAT'S LOVE, LOVE♪

♪ EVERYBODY NEEDS LOVE ♪

♪ SAID IT'S LOVE, LOVE ♪

♪ EVERYBODY NEEDS LOVE ♪

(applause)
THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

I'M GONNA TAKE
A BRIEF INTERMISSION

AND YOU CAN LISTEN
TO MR. RON RODGERS.

THANK YOU.
- ALL RIGHT!

(applause)

- YOU MIND IF I SAT DOWN?

I'M THE ONE WHO
BOUGHT YOU THE DRINK.

- YOU WANT IT BACK?
- NO, NO.

I WAS HOPING
TO WATCH YOU DRINK IT.

YOU USE
THE LITTLE RED STRAW, TOO?

- WHAT IS IT,
A FULL MOON OR SOMETHING?

I DIDN'T SAY
YOU COULD SIT DOWN.

- YOU DIDN'T SAY
I COULDN'T.

- YOU JUST DIDN'T HEAR ME.

- SO WHAT'S A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
LIKE YOU

SITTING ALL ALONE
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?

- I PREFER THE COMPANY.
- TO WHAT?

- THE ALTERNATIVES.
- THAT'S GOOD, THAT'S GOOD.

- SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?

YOU DON'T LOOK
LIKE YOU BELONG.

- THIS IS FINE,
IT'S THE CITY I DON'T BELONG.

- I LIVE UP IN THE MOUNTAINS,
IN THE SNOW COUNTRY.

- YEAH? SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA
DO NEXT, ASK ME WHAT MY SIGN IS?

- (chuckles) NO, NO.
A LEO. VIRGO.

- LOOK, IF I WANTED TO DANCE,
I'D HAVE GONE ACROSS THE STREET.

I CAME HERE BECAUSE
I PREFER TO BE ALONE.

SO IF YOU'RE THROUGH, TAKE
YOUR DRINK AND JUST GO.

- OKAY, JUST ONE MORE QUESTION,
THEN I'LL GET OUT OF YOUR HAIR.

IS THAT ALL RIGHT?
- WHAT IS IT?

- WELL, I WAS JUST WONDERING

WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO BE RISEN FROM THE DEAD.

- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

- I'M TALKING ABOUT
YOU AND JIMMY FARGO

PUTTING THE BITE
ON EDWARD MINTON,

THAT'S WHAT I'M
TALKING ABOUT, LADY.

OH, JESUS!

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK,
SHOULD I PURSUE HER OR NOT?

(chuckles)

YOU GOT A LIGHT?

THANK YOU.

OUCH.
(grunts)

- I'M SORRY.

- FOR WHAT?
FOR WHAT, HITTING ME?

DON'T BE, I'VE BEEN HIT
A LOT HARDER.

SHE HAD A BETTER REASON.

- IT'S JUST THAT I'M REALLY
FRIGHTENED RIGHT NOW

AND I SPOOK EASY.
- THAT'S FUNNY.

I WOULDN'T HAVE
THOUGHT THAT.

SO YOU WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT
JIMMY FARGO OR NOT?

- JUST THE MENTION OF HIS NAME
MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL.

- THAT'S ODD.
TO THE UNINITIATED,

I WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT YOU
AND JIMMY FARGO WERE PARTNERS.

WANNA WALK?
- PARTNERS?

- YEAH. I MEAN, IT'S NOT HARD
TO FOLLOW, IS IT?

YOU PRETEND TO BE DEAD,

JIMMY HOLDS A MARKER
FOR A MILLION DOLLARS.

- A MILLION DOLLARS?
- JESUS CHRIST, LADY,

GET IN THE GAME, WILL YOU?

YOU PRETENDED TO BE DEAD.

THAT'S THE JUICE THAT MADE
THE WHOLE THING GO.

- I HAD NO CHOICE.
- NO CHOICE?

YOU HAVE TO STAND AT A PRETTY
SPECIAL ANGLE

TO GET A JUDGE TO BUY THAT.

- WELL, I'M TELLING YOU
THE TRUTH.

- THE TRUTH?
- YEAH.

LAST WEEK,
JIMMY CONTACTED ME.

HE SAID IF I DIDN'T GIVE HIM
$50,000 HE WAS GOING TO...

- WHAT?

- HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO SHOW
MY HUSBAND SOME PHOTOGRAPHS.

- SO I TAKE IT THESE PHOTOGRAPHS
DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO

WITH A VISIT
TO THE GRAND CANYON, RIGHT?

- NO.

I DID SOME PRETTY CRAZY THINGS
WHEN I WAS WITH JIMMY.

HE WAS INTO SOME KINKY STUFF.

UNFORTUNATELY, HE DOCUMENTED
A LOT OF IT ON FILM.

I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T HAVE ACCESS
TO THAT TYPE OF MONEY.

MY HUSBAND KEEPS A PRETTY
TIGHT REIN ON MY EXPENDITURES.

YOU DON'T KNOW MY HUSBAND.

- LADY, I DON'T KNOW YOU.
- YOU SEE, MY HUSBAND,

HE'S A GREAT DEAL OLDER THAN
I AM, AND HE JUST--

HE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND.
- AND WHAT ABOUT THE PICTURES?

- I GOT THEM BACK FROM JIMMY
AFTER MINTON LEFT,

ALONG WITH THE NEGATIVES.

I JUST FEEL AWFUL
ABOUT ALL OF THIS.

- WELL, HOW DO YOU THINK
EDWARD MINTON FEELS?

- IF I EVER SEE JIMMY AGAIN,
IT'D BE TOO SOON.

- WELL, DON'T WORRY
ABOUT THAT, HE'S DEAD.

- HE'S DEAD?
- OH, YEAH.

- HE WAS MURDERED LAST NIGHT.
- BY WHO?

- I DON'T KNOW.
I WAS HOPING MAYBE YOU

COULD POINT ME
IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.

- WHAT ARE YOU, A COP?
- NOT ANYMORE.

LET'S JUST SAY I'M WORKING
FOR AN INTERESTED PARTY.

- OH, SO YOU WORK FOR MINTON?
- MAYBE.

- SO HE KNOWS I'M ALIVE.
- NOT YET.

- 555-6793.
- AND WHAT'S THAT?

- IN CASE YOU DON'T ALREADY
HAVE IT, IT'S MY PHONE NUMBER.

CALL ME.

- BINGO! (chuckles)

- JESUS, YOU'RE IN A HELL
OF A MOOD.

- WHY NOT? NOBODY'S TRIED
TO BLACKMAIL ME ALL DAY.

- THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY WON'T.
IT'S STILL EARLY.

- I THINK I COVERED MY BASES
PRETTY GOOD, NICK.

- YOU THINK SO?

- DOMINICK, THE BALL
IN THE WATER, GET IT.

- SO HOW LONG YOU WANT ME
TO PLAY OUT THIS STRING?

- A LITTLE WHILE, NICKY.

I'D RATHER PAY YOU
THAN PAY A BLACKMAILER.

- I DON'T BLAME YOU.
IT'S A LOT CHEAPER.

- (chuckles)

- ANYTHING
ABOUT THAT GIRL, NICK?

- NO, NO, NOTHING.

- WHEN YOU LEAVE,
THERE'S A ENVELOPE ON THE TABLE

WITH A LITTLE BONUS
IN THERE FOR YOU.

- FOR WHAT?

- I LIKE TO TAKE CARE OF PEOPLE
THAT TAKE CARE OF ME.

- YOU ALSO TAKE CARE
OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T.

- DON'T BELIEVE
EVERYTHING YOU READ, NICKY.

- NEVER.

- DOMINICK,
GET IN THE WATER, NOW!

GET IN!
- JESUS.

- HE'S FUCKING USELESS.
- (laughs)

OH, GOD.

- THAT'S THE WAY, KID,
YOU GOT 'EM! GOOD BOY!

THERE YOU GO.

- GRANDPA,
I BEAT UNCLE NICK!

- YOU SURE DID, SON.
YOU WHUPPED HIM GOOD.

- CAN I GO AGAIN?
- GO AHEAD.

GO AS MANY TIMES
AS YOU WANT, SON.

GOD, I LOVE THAT KID.

- AHH!

- SO, WHAT'S ALL THE INTEREST
IN JIMMY FARGO?

- HE'S JUST A FRIEND
OF A FRIEND, THAT'S ALL.

- YEAH, YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING
BAD COMPANY

SINCE YOU QUIT BEING A COP.

- SOME HABITS
ARE HARD TO BREAK, FRANK.

SO JIMMY'S
THE BAD GUY, HUH?

- NOT AS BAD AS HE WANTED TO BE.
STRICTLY MINOR LEAGUE.

- I TALKED TO A GUY
OVER AT METRO THAT KNEW HIM.

- HOW WELL?

- WELL ENOUGH TO LAUGH A LITTLE
WHEN I TOLD HIM JIMMY WAS DEAD.

- SOUNDS LIKE HE TOOK IT
PRETTY HARD.

- THE GUY SAID JIMMY WAS ALWAYS
TRYING TO COME ACROSS

AS A BIG-TIME DEALER,
MOSTLY TO DAZZLE THE DOLLS.

BUT HE WAS ALWAYS
THE MIDDLEMAN, AT BEST.

- YOU GOT ANY IDEA WHO TUCKED
HIM IN FOR THE BIG SLEEP?

- IT'S HARD TO SAY.

JIMMY LOVED TO PLAY,
BUT HE HATED TO PAY.

- DANGEROUS COMBINATION,
HUH, FRANK?

- ESPECIALLY
IN THE DRUG BUSINESS.

WALK AWAY
FROM THIS ONE, NICK.

- YOU KNOW SOMETHING
I DON'T, FRANK?

- NO, IT'S JUST
MY GUT TALKING.

- NO, I THINK
IT'S THE HORSERADISH.

- THINK ABOUT IT.

- FRANK, I'M NOT IN
THAT DEEP, ALL RIGHT?

NOW, I APPRECIATE WHAT YOU'RE
SAYING, APPRECIATE THE CONCERN,

BUT WHAT I REALLY NEED
HERE IS A GODDAMN LEAD.

- THERE'S THIS GUY MITCH.
JIMMY OWED HIM PLENTY.

- HAVE YOU TALKED TO HIM?
- YEAH. HE KNEW THE DRILL.

- HOW CAN I GET A HOLD OF HIM?
COME ON, FRANK, IT'S ME.

- SHOOTS STICK AT A LITTLE PLACE
ON SAHARA CALLED SHIFTY'S.

- SHIFTY'S. I APPRECIATE
THIS, FRANK, I DO.

- NICK, MY GUT'S
NEVER BEEN WRONG BEFORE.

- FRANK, YOUR GUT'S
NEVER BEEN THAT FAT BEFORE.

YOU WANT ANOTHER DOG?
I'M BUYING.

- SO, IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME?
- UH-HUH.

- YOU SCARED?
- A LITTLE BIT.

- DON'T WORRY,
SHE'S NOT GOING TO BITE YOU.

JUST LOOSEN UP
ON THE REINS.

- OKAY.
- EASY, EASY.

- YOU ALL RIGHT?
- UH-HUH.

- GOOD.
EASY, WHISKEY, EASY.

- (clicks tongue)

- I'M GLAD YOU CALLED.

- I FIGURE THAT'S WHY YOU
GAVE ME YOUR NUMBER.

- YOU KNOW, I COULD LIKE
SOMEONE LIKE YOU.

- I'M WAY AHEAD OF YOU,
I ALREADY LIKE YOU.

MY HORSE LIKES YOU.
- (laughs)

JESUS, 20 MILES FROM VEGAS,
IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL HERE.

- YEAH. I WOULDN'T LIVE
ANYWHERE ELSE.

- I FEEL SAFE.
- FROM WHAT?

- (scoffs) ARE YOU SURE
YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?

- LADY, I HAVEN'T BEEN SURE
OF ANYTHING

SINCE THE BALTIMORE COLTS LOST
THE SUPER BOWL WITH JOE NAMATH.

- (laughs)
- SO, YOU LIKE COUNTRY MUSIC?

- SURE.

♪ GIVE ME A HOME
WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM ♪

♪ AND I'LL SHOW YOU
A DIRTY HOUSE ♪

- THAT'S NOT MUSIC.

- SO TELL ME
ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND.

- WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?
- WHAT'S HE LIKE?

- JEALOUS.
- I'LL BET HE IS.

GOT GOOD REASON TO BE.
- I WANT YOU TO KNOW,

IN MY THREE YEARS
OF MARRIAGE,

I'VE NEVER BEEN UNFAITHFUL
TO MY HUSBAND.

- I BELIEVE YOU.
- YOU SEE,

MY HUSBAND, HE'S A LOT
OLDER THAN I AM.

I KNEW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO,
AT LEAST I THOUGHT I DID,

BUT I DON'T KNOW, HE CHANGED
AFTER WE WERE MARRIED.

I SAW A SIDE OF HIM
THAT I'D NEVER SEEN BEFORE.

HE STARTED
TO ABUSE ME, PHYSICALLY.

HE, UH...
- HE BEAT YOU?

WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE A WALK?
- HOW?

- HOW? YOU PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT
OF THE OTHER

AND GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM.

- OH, NO,
IT'S TOO COMPLICATED.

- LADY,
YOU'RE TOO COMPLICATED.

- ALL I KNOW IS
I CAN'T GO BACK TO BEING POOR.

I'VE BEEN THERE.
NEVER AGAIN.

- I DON'T KNOW, HAVEN'T YOU EVER
HEARD OF COMMUNITY PROPERTY?

- HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD
OF A PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT?

COME ON.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

OH, GOD, LOOK AT THIS,
SHE RIDES, WHISKEY.

THE LADY RIDES! HYAH!

(music)

- SHIT!

- HI.

LET ME HAVE A WHISKEY DEEP
WITH A WATER BACK, PLEASE.

- HERE YOU GO.
- GRAZIE.

- COME ON, PAY OR PLAY.

TAKING ALL COMERS!

COME ON, COME ON,
THIS IS MITCH, THE MAN.

WHAT, WE GOT A BUNCH
OF LADIES IN THE HOUSE?

THE ONLY BALLS IN THIS JOINT

ARE THE ONES IN MY PANTS
AND ON THE TABLE.

- EIGHT BALL?
- RACK 'EM.

WHAT KIND OF GAME?

- WHATEVER YOU'RE
COMFORTABLE WITH.

- OKAY, 20.
- FINE.

- YOU BREAK.

- NEVER TOO BUSY.

- NEVER SEEN YOU
AROUND HERE BEFORE.

- THAT'S BECAUSE I'VE NEVER
BEEN AROUND HERE BEFORE.

- SO, DO WE KNOW
ANYBODY IN COMMON?

- WE DID.

- DID?

- JIMMY FARGO.

- LOOKS LIKE YOUR LUCK
JUST RAN OUT, PAL.

ARE YOU A COP?

- LOOK, BOYS, I DIDN'T
COME HERE TO BUY TROUBLE,

BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I CAN AFFORD IT.

- WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- WHAT DO I WANT?

I WANTED TO TELL YOU YOUR
FRIEND JIMMY FARGO'S DEAD.

- YEAH, SO I HEAR.
SO WHAT, YOU WRITING A BOOK?

WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT?
- WELL, I THOUGHT...

YOU AND I COULD HAVE
A LITTLE TALK IN PRIVATE.

- LET'S TALK.
- NO, WITHOUT THE PUPPET.

- FUCK YOU.
- YOU WANT TO FUCK ME?

- OH, YOU MEAN STEVIE HERE?

COME ON, HE'S MY PR MAN.
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

- PR, HUH?
NO PROBLEM.

- GOOD.

- WHERE THE HELL
ARE YOU TAKING ME?

- TO MY CAR.
- YOUR CAR.

LISTEN, I'M SORRY ABOUT
THAT INSIDE, ALL RIGHT?

- WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?
- WHY'D YOU KILL JIMMY?

- I DIDN'T KILL--
- I SAID WHY'D YOU KILL HIM?

- HE OWED ME MONEY.
- HE OWED YOU MONEY BEFORE.

- BUT NOT THIS MUCH!
- TALK TO ME!

- YOU COULD DIE IN YOUR
OWN PUKE RIGHT NOW.

- OKAY. OKAY. OKAY.

- TALK.
GOD DAMN IT, YOU TALK.

(gunshot)

(music)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

- AHH!

- AHH!

AHH!

- AH! OOH!

- DOES THAT HURT?
- MM-HMM.

- IT DOESN'T LOOK TOO DEEP,

BUT YOU MIGHT NEED
A COUPLE STITCHES.

- GREAT.

(music)

- DOES THAT HURT?

- NO.

- DOES THAT HURT?

- NO.

- DOES THAT HURT?
- NO.

- DOES THAT HURT?
- YEAH.

- IT DOES?
- YEAH.

- ARE YOU SURE?

(music)

DON'T MOVE.
DON'T-- DON'T MOVE.

AH...

- (sighs)

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- I HAVE TO GO.
- STAY.

- I CAN'T,
I'M A MARRIED LADY.

- OH... JESUS.
BOOM.

(exhales loudly)

MMM...

- MAYBE I SHOULD JUST
ASSIGN A MAN TO YOU.

- JESUS, FRANK, YOU KNOW
I HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH MITCH'S KILLING.

- I'M NOT SAYING YOU PULLED
THE TRIGGER, NICK,

BUT YOU SHOW UP AT THE SCENE
OF A LOT OF MURDERS THESE DAYS.

- YEAH, WELL, I CALLED
BOTH OF THEM IN, DIDN'T I?

- YOU'RE A MODEL CITIZEN.
- DAMN RIGHT I AM.

- MAYOR'S BEEN AFTER ME
ABOUT GIVING YOU THAT MEDAL.

- YOU AND I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN
STRAIGHT WITH EACH OTHER, RIGHT?

WE ALWAYS TELL EACH OTHER
THE TRUTH.

- NO, WE DON'T ALWAYS
TELL EACH OTHER--

- PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS WE TELL
EACH OTHER THE TRUTH, RIGHT?

LEVEL WITH ME, WHO DO YOU
THINK KILLED MITCH?

- I DON'T KNOW. MY GUESS
IS PROBABLY THE SAME PERSON

THAT HAD MITCH
ELIMINATE JIMMY.

- SHIT.
- OH, AND ABOUT THAT GIRL.

- WHAT?
- THE GIRL.

- YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU HAD
ME FOLLOWED, DIDN'T YOU?

- NO, I JUST HEARD YOU'VE
BEEN SEEN WITH A LOOKER LATELY.

- YEAH, WHAT ABOUT IT, FRANK?

- THIS DOCTOR FRIEND OF MINE,
A GYNECOLOGIST ACTUALLY,

ONCE TOLD ME SOMETHING
I NEVER FORGOT.

- AND WHAT WAS THAT, FRANK?

- HE SAID, THEY ALL FEEL THE
SAME ONCE THE LIGHTS GO OFF.

- (laughs) GOD.

IT'S NOT EXACTLY
KAHLIL GIBRAN, IS IT?

- NO, BUT YOU GET
MY MEANING.

- WHAT'S THE POINT, FRANK?

- THE POINT IS THAT TROUBLE
AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

SEEM TO TRAVEL WELL TOGETHER.
- WELL, THIS ONE'S DIFFERENT.

- WELL, I'M GLAD
TO HEAR IT, NICK.

- WHAT DO YOU THINK
ABOUT EDWARD MINTON?

- HE'S A PRICK.
- I KNOW HE'S A PRICK.

- HE'S DIRTY, NICK,
REAL DIRTY.

I'D STAY AWAY
IF I WERE YOU.

THAT IS, IF YOU STILL
HAVE A CHOICE.

- I ALWAYS GOT A CHOICE.
- YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU DO.

NICK, MY GUT STILL SAYS
GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN.

- I APPRECIATE
THE ADVICE, FRANK.

- WHAT THE HELL
DID YOU BRING ME HERE FOR?

- HISTORY.

CAN'T YOU FEEL IT?

- YOU DON'T LOOK
HAPPY, NICK.

- GOOD, THE LOOK
MATCHES THE MOOD.

- GIRL TROUBLE?

- WHAT, ARE YOU ANNETTE
AND I'M FRANKIE AVALON?

GIRL TROUBLE?
- CUT THE CRAP, NICK, IT'S ME.

I KNOW THAT LOOK
IN YOUR EYES.

IT'S NOT VIOLENCE OR ANGER,

IT'S CONFUSION
AND SADNESS.

- JESUS, YOU OUGHT
TO HANG OUT A SHINGLE.

- DO YOU WANT ME
TO STAY WITH YOU TONIGHT?

- NO.

IT'S MORE COMPLICATED
THAN THAT.

- THERE AREN'T
TOO MANY THINGS

THAT ARE MORE COMPLICATED
THAN THAT.

- IT'S JUST HARD TO GET
A DROWNING MAN TO RELAX!

- YOU DROWNING, NICK?

- I'M TAKING ON WATER, JAZZ.
TAKING ON WATER.

(phone rings)

UH-OH.

(phone rings)

YEAH?

WELL, I'LL MEET YOU
ON THE MOUNTAIN, ALL RIGHT?

ABOUT AN HOUR?
YEAH. ALL RIGHT, BYE.

(chuckles) GOD.

- WHAT?

- THE WATER JUST GOT
A FOOT DEEPER.

OH, JESUS.

(car approaching)

JESUS CHRIST,
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

- IT DOESN'T MATTER.

- DID THAT SON OF A BITCH
BEAT YOU?

- HE FOUND OUT
I WAS SEEING YOU.

WELL, NOT YOU EXACTLY.

LAST NIGHT HE CAME HOME
UNEXPECTEDLY BEFORE I GOT THERE,

AND HE ACCUSED ME
OF BEING WITH ANOTHER MAN.

I DENIED IT, BUT...

DAMN IT, I'VE GOT
TO GET AWAY FROM HIM!

- I KNOW. I KNOW.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.

LET'S GO INSIDE.

- YOU KNOW,
IN A WAY, I JUST--

I WISH THAT BLACKMAIL
SCHEME HAD WORKED.

- WHY?
- BECAUSE I'D BE FREE RIGHT NOW.

JIMMY PROMISED ME
HALF THAT MONEY.

(door squeaks)

- LET ME TAKE A LOOK.
LET ME LOOK.

OW.
HERE, SIT UP HERE.

- (crying)
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

I JUST--
I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

- MAGGIE,
I AIN'T NO RICH GUY,

BUT I SURE AS HELL AM NOT
LIVING OUT OF SOME

CARDBOARD BOX
ON THE STREETS.

NOW, HOW MUCH
IS THIS GOING TO COST?

- WHAT?
- HOW MUCH IS IT GONNA COST?

- JESUS, YOU MAKE ME SOUND
SO COLD.

- WELL, I DON'T MEAN TO.

- LOOK, NICK, I'LL CONTINUE
SEEING YOU NO MATTER WHAT,

BUT I CAN'T LEAVE FRANKLIN,
NOT UNTIL THE --

- UNTIL WHAT?
- FORGET IT.

- NO, NO.
TALK TO ME. LOOK AT ME.

I'M YOUR FRIEND.
YOU TALK TO FRIENDS.

- THE MONEY ISN'T FOR ME.
- WHO'S IT FOR?

- IT'S FOR MY BROTHER.
- YOUR BROTHER?

- HE WAS IN AN AUTOMOBILE
ACCIDENT THREE YEARS AGO.

HE'S BEEN IN A COMA
EVER SINCE.

I'M ALL HE HAS LEFT.

I CAN'T PULL THAT PLUG,
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

- GO ON.
- I JUST--

IT'S SO DIFFICULT

WHEN IT'S YOUR OWN FLESH AND
BLOOD LYING THERE HELPLESS,

AND THERE'S NOTHING
YOU CAN DO FOR HIM.

THE INSURANCE RAN OUT
A COUPLE YEARS AGO,

AND MY HUSBAND'S BEEN FOOTING
THE BILL EVER SINCE.

DON'T YOU SEE? THAT'S WHY
I CAN'T LEAVE HIM.

I HAVE NO CHOICE.

- AND WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER
NOW, WHAT HOSPITAL?

- HE'S AT SUNRISE HOSPITAL.
- WHAT'S HIS NAME?

- WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW
ALL THIS?

- I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING
ABOUT YOU. WHAT'S HIS NAME?

- IT'S BARRY. BARRY FARADAY.
- FARADAY?

- UH-HUH,
IT'S MY MAIDEN NAME.

- HERE.

YES, HELLO.

I'D LIKE INFORMATION ON ONE
OF YOUR PATIENTS THERE.

BARRY FARADAY.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD
PUT ME THROUGH

TO SOMEBODY WHO'S GOT
THE INFORMATION ON HIM?

THAT'D BE NICE.
THANK YOU, I'LL HOLD.

YES. THAT'S RIGHT,
BARRY FARADAY.

WELL, I'D LIKE TO--
WHAT IS HIS CONDITION?

I SEE. AND HE'S BEEN LIKE
THAT FOR THREE YEARS?

NO, NO REASON, THANK YOU.
ALL RIGHT, BYE.

- I DON'T UNDERSTAND. ALL OF
A SUDDEN THERE'S A NEW PERSON,

THEY WANT A FUCKING
MILLION DOLLARS.

EVERYBODY WANTS A MILLION
FUCKING DOLLARS!

- I GUESS JIMMY
WAS RIGHT, HUH?

THERE REALLY WAS
AN ENVELOPE LEFT BEHIND.

- NO SHIT!
- WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

- I'D LIKE YOU TO FIND THE SON
OF A BITCH, WHOEVER IT IS,

AND I'D LIKE YOU TO KILL HIM,
THAT'S WHAT I'D LIKE YOU TO DO.

- THAT'S GOOD. THAT'S GOOD.
ANYTHING ELSE, ED?

- ANYTHING ELSE.
NICK...

I NEED SOMEBODY
TO TAKE THE DROP,

AND I NEED SOMEBODY TO TAKE
CARE OF THE MONEY.

THERE'S ENOUGH PEOPLE
IN THIS FUCKING PARTY,

I DON'T NEED
ANOTHER PLAYER.

- I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH THAT.
- I GOT A PROBLEM!

I GOT A PROBLEM WITH THIS

JIMMY WHATEVER THE FUCK
HIS NAME IS

MAKING EDWARD MINTON SWEAT!

NOBODY MAKES EDWARD
FUCKING MINTON SWEAT!

NOBODY!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

- I WANT THIS
MOTHERFUCKER DEAD!

- I'M NOT GOING TO BE
YOUR TRIGGER MAN, ED.

- I DON'T WANT A TRIGGER MAN!
- THAT'S GOOD.

- I WANT IT DONE
MY FUCKING WAY, NICK!

MY WAY!

I GOT 25,000 IN IT FOR YOU.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS MAKE THE DROP.

- THANKS, BUT IT'S NOT MY
STYLE, ALL RIGHT?

I APPRECIATE IT,
BUT I'M NOT GOING TO--

- BUT NOTHING!
I PAY FOR LOYALTY!

- YOU PAY FOR LOYALTY.
WELL, I'M NOT FOR SALE!

SON OF A BITCH.
I'LL REMEMBER THAT, ALL RIGHT?

- REMEMBER, NICK!
LISTEN TO ME.

ALL I WANT YOU TO DO, NICK,

I WANT YOU TO BRING ME THIS
COCKSUCKER, BRING HIM HERE,

I'LL PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER,
ALL RIGHT?

JUST BRING HIM TO ME.
- JESUS CHRIST.

- BRING HIM.
BRING THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

BRING HIM TO ME!
BRING HIM TO ME!

ED FUCKING MINTON

WANTS HIS FUCKING HEAD!

- HOW IS IT?
- MM, IT'S GOOD.

- GOOD? GOOD.
I'M PART ITALIAN, YOU KNOW.

OF COURSE, IT'S NOT
AS GOOD AS TOMORROW.

- WHY, WHAT'S TOMORROW?

- I GOT ACCESS TO A MILLION
DOLLARS IN CASH.

- A MILLION DOLLARS?
- A MILLION DOLLARS.

- WHAT IS IT,
THE BLACKMAIL MONEY?

- YOU BET.

- COME ON, NICK,
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.

- YES, I CAN.

- ONE THING YOU GOTTA KNOW.
- MM-HMM.

- IF WE WALK AWAY
WITH THIS CASH,

WE CAN NEVER TURN BACK.

- OH, WE'RE NEVER
GONNA WANNA TURN BACK,

I'LL MAKE SURE OF THAT.

- (chuckles)
JESUS, I'M IN TROUBLE.

- WHY?
- I DON'T KNOW.

I MEAN, I'VE NEVER DONE
ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE.

- LIKE WHAT? YOU'RE TAKING
BLACKMAIL MONEY

FROM A CORRUPT
COMMISSIONER'S SLUSH FUND

SO I CAN GET AWAY
FROM AN ABUSIVE HUSBAND,

AND YOU AND I WILL FINALLY BE
ABLE TO ENJOY LIFE TOGETHER.

- RIGHT.

- IN TWO DAYS, EDWARD MINTON'S
GOING TO BE FIGURING OUT

WHOSE POCKETS TO PICK NEXT,
AND WE'LL BE LYING

SOMEWHERE ON THE BEACH
IN THE CARIBBEAN MAKING LOVE.

HOW'S THAT SOUND?

- LIKE I CAN'T LOSE.
- SEE?

- NO. I'VE PLAYED TOO MANY
SURE HANDS TO BELIEVE THAT.

- OH, REALLY?
I'M GONNA CHANGE YOUR LUCK.

- YOU THINK SO?
- OH, I KNOW SO.

- (chuckles)

UH-OH. EAT.

- LOOKS GOOD.

(music)

(beeping)

- JESUS.

I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT
A MILLION DOLLARS LOOKS LIKE.

- LOOKS
A LOT DIFFERENT, NICK,

DEPENDING ON WHETHER YOU'RE
GETTING IT OR GIVING IT.

- SO, YOU GOT ANY
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS?

- JUST ONE, REMEMBER
WHATEVER YOU CAN.

IF THIS GUY DOES IT ONCE,
HE'S LIABLE TO DO IT AGAIN.

- EDWARD, YOU GOTTA RELAX.
I TOLD YOU,

I'M GOING TO TAKE
CARE OF EVERYTHING.

(door opens and closes)

(music)

- HI.

- HI.
YOU GET THE PLANE TICKETS?

- YEAH.
DID YOU GET THE MONEY?

- YEAH.

WE'RE INSANE.

- NO, WE'RE NOT.
WE'RE IN LOVE.

- DON'T MOVE.
- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

- I'VE GOT THE GUN,
I ASK THE QUESTIONS, PAL.

GET UP REAL SLOW.

- ALL RIGHT.

- NICK!

(doorbell rings)

- YES?
- YES, UH...

I WAS WONDERING IF I
COULD TROUBLE YOU.

I CAME BY TO VISIT NEXT DOOR,
AND NOBODY SEEMS TO BE THERE.

- WELL, THEY'RE GONE.
- THEY? WHO ARE THEY?

- THE JOHNSONS,
KEN AND MARY?

THEY'RE IN EUROPE
FOR THE SUMMER.

SOME PEOPLE
KNOW HOW TO LIVE.

- WHAT ABOUT THE GIRL?
- THE BRUNETTE?

THE NIGHTMARE?
SHE'S JUST A HOUSE SITTER.

- A HOUSE SITTER? YOU MEAN,
SHE DOESN'T LIVE THERE?

- OH, HEAVENS, NO. SHE'S JUST
LOOKING AFTER THE PLACE.

NOT THE IDEAL CHOICE,
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

- NO, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU MEAN.

- THE MEN!

SHE'S BUSIER THAN THE
SUPERMARKET ON WEDNESDAY.

WANNA COME IN?
- WHAT?

- WANNA COME IN?

- NO, NO, NO.
THANK YOU.

- IT'S NOT
THE END OF THE WORLD.

- LOOK, JUST BECAUSE
I GOTTA EAT SHIT,

DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO LIKE
THE TASTE OF IT.

- DON'T BE SO HARD
ON YOURSELF.

YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST GUY TO
GET STUPID OVER A PRETTY FACE.

- YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN
HOW STUPID I GOT

OVER THE REST OF HER BODY.
OH, GOD.

I GUESS WHAT I SHOULD BE
CONCERNED WITH RIGHT NOW

IS HOW HARD MINTON'S
GOING TO BE ON ME.

- WHAT DO YOU THINK
HE'LL DO?

- I DON'T KNOW.

BUT SOONER OR LATER
HE IS GOING TO CALL ME,

AND I GOTTA PLAY
THE ONLY CARDS I GOT LEFT.

(phone rings)

- I WOULD LIKE TO PROPOSE
A TOAST TO LOYALTY.

(laughs)

LOYALTY IS VERY IMPORTANT,
ISN'T IT, NICK?

- YEAH, I THINK SO.

- I MEAN,
A MAN IN MY POSITION,

I HAVE TO BE ABLE TO TRUST
THE PEOPLE I WORK WITH,

I HAVE TO BE AN EXCELLENT
JUDGE OF CHARACTER.

WOULDN'T YOU AGREE,
NICKY?

- I WOULD.
(phone rings)

- HELL, YEAH.
HELLO.

MM-HMM. YES.

OH, GOOD, YEAH.
OH, REAL GOOD, YEAH.

BINGO, BABY.
- GOOD NEWS, HUH?

- OH, YOU'D BE INTERESTED

IN WHAT THE CALLER
HAD TO SAY, NICKY.

- DOES IT CONCERN ME?

- A LITTLE BIT, NICKY.

WE, UH--
NO. NO.

MY ASSOCIATES

CAUGHT UP WITH THE BLACKMAILERS
AT THE AIRPORT.

I HAD YOU FOLLOWED, NICK.

- YEAH?

- UNTIL YOU MADE
THE DROP, THAT IS.

THEN WE STAYED WITH THE
BLACKMAILERS TO THE AIRPORT.

- WELL, THAT'S FUNNY,
I NEVER SPOTTED A TAIL.

- OH, WE HAD YOU
COVERED, NICK.

AND YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
WHO WAS WITH THEM.

- WHO'S THAT?
- MAGGIE SAMS.

THE GIRL I WAS SUPPOSED
TO MURDER, NICK.

- REALLY?

- (chuckles)
SURPRISE.

YOU DON'T LOOK
SO SURPRISED, NICK.

- NO. THAT'S, UH, JESUS,
THAT'S INCREDIBLE.

- SHE WAS A TWO-BIT HUSTLER,
PART-TIME NURSE.

- A WHAT?
- SHE WORKED PART-TIME AT...

SUNRISE HOSPITAL.

JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP HER AND
HER BOYFRIEND IN MONEY.

- WELL, UH,
WHAT'D SHE HAVE TO SAY?

- NOT MUCH.
SHE'S DEAD.

- SO YOU MURDERED HER?

- NO, I WAS DEFENDING MYSELF
AGAINST BLACKMAILERS, NICK.

- WHAT ABOUT THE BOYFRIEND?
- JAKE WELLS,

THE SCUMBAG WHO KNOCKED YOU
OVER THE HEAD TODAY?

HE'S DEAD.

YOU'RE LUCKY
TO BE ALIVE, NICK.

IT MADE MORE SENSE
TO KILL YOU.

- MURDER CARRIES A HEAVIER
TICKET THAN BLACKMAIL.

- THEY ALREADY MURDERED
ONCE, NICKY.

YOU GET THE SAME TIME
FOR TWO AS YOU DO FOR ONE.

MAYBE THE GIRL LIKED YOU.
- WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?

- NAH. I THINK
YOU'RE JUST LUCKY.

YOU FEEL LUCKY, NICK?

- LOOK, WHAT AM I DOING
HERE, ALL RIGHT?

I ENJOY THE BOOZE BUT...

I WANNA GO HOME
AND GET SOME SLEEP.

- I WANTED TO DEAL
WITH YOU PERSONALLY.

- WHAT'S THIS FOR?
- LOYALTY, NICK.

I PUT YOU IN A TOUGH SPOT
TODAY, AND YOU CAME THROUGH.

I'M IN A GOOD MOOD.
I SAVED A MILLION BUCKS.

- WELL, I APPRECIATE IT.
THAT'S GOOD.

- THAT'S ALL YOU GOT TO SAY?

- NO, I'D HAVE
TO SAY THAT, UH...

YOU'RE AN EXCELLENT JUDGE
OF CHARACTER, EDWARD.

CHEERS, EDWARD.

- (laughs)

(music)

(gunshot)

- OH, GOOD.

(laughs)

REAL GOOD, YEAH.

(music)

- WALK.

I SAID WALK.

DANCE!

TAKE IT OFF.

TAKE IT OFF.

TURN AROUND.

NICE.