Living to Die (1990) - full transcript

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

(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.