Payback: Straight Up (2006) - full transcript
Porter is shot by his wife and best friend and is left to die. When he survives he plots revenge.
Oh, I bet you got a lot of
questions rattling around in your head.
How much money in the case?
Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.
How much do you need, Val?
- We split it 50-50.
- How much?
- 130 grand.
- We'll hit them on Friday.
- Not enough!
- How much you need?
- We split it 50-50.
- It's my money.
- Yeah, well, I'm up short.
- My 70 grand, I want it back.
- Sixty short.
- Seventy.
Seventy, Val. It's 70 grand. Seventy.
Help the homeless?
Help the homeless.
Oh, that's small change. Why don't
you give me some big change?
Give a guy a break. What do you say?
Come on, now.
Thanks, man. Hey, what the fuck?
What are you--?
Son of a motherfucker!
- What do I owe you?
- Two ninety-eight.
Son of a-- Hey. Hey, my cigarettes!
Sorry, sir. Pardon me.
Thank you.
One hundred...
...two hundred...
...three hundred.
Have a nice day, Mr. Johnson.
Excellent fit, sir.
And how will you be paying?
- Yeah, I'll give you $900 for this.
- Let me see that Magnum.
That's it.
Five hundred and the gun.
I'll need to see some I.D.
Of course.
I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson,
this card's been canceled.
Impossible.
Well, I tried it twice.
Do you have another form of payment?
Try it again.
Porter. You're not dead.
Where's Val?
Gone. Moved out two months ago.
- Where?
- Don't know.
- Who's paying your rent?
- Val.
- Why?
- Payoff, I guess.
What, you guess? You don't know?
You've got a fuck of a lot of nerve
to come around all high and mighty.
What, you bring your whore
with you, did you?
- No, no.
- Look at it!
Look, see. Look at that.
That's before we met, baby.
Think about it.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
- So, what are you gonna do, Porter?
- I'm gonna get my money back.
Oh. You mean
what am I gonna do to you.
Well, that depends on you.
Where's Val?
I told you, I don't know.
Did he ever buy his way back
into the syndicate?
Yeah.
How do you get your payoffs?
A messenger, first of every month
leaves an envelope with cash in it.
So who was she, anyway?
That girl in the picture.
I met her when I got out of prison.
I used to drive her,
keep her safe while she worked.
What were you, her pimp?
No, no.
We both worked for that asshole.
Not now.
Yeah. You're cleaning up.
No.
Val still wants to talk to you.
Sorry, babe.
Shall I tell him to call back again?
No, I'll talk to him.
Shut him up anyway.
Val.
Yep, same as always. You?
Yeah, good, good.
Why? Are you there now?
Well, don't sweat it, Val.
I mean, we all look alike to them.
Same crew. The Chows.
Twice a week.
Tuesday and Friday, always between
11 and 12. Always the same route.
Chinese money laundry.
How much money in the case?
Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.
How much do you need, Val?
We split it 50-50.
No, I mean, how much do you need
to, you know, buy your way back?
Into the syndicate.
How much?
- You mean the Outfit?
- Whatever.
Jesus. You know everything.
Hi, sweetie.
A hundred and thirty grand.
Beauty of the Chows is they won't go to
the cops. They keep everything in-house.
And they don't feel pain
the way we do.
You notice anything
about those guys, Val?
They look nasty.
Probably all kung-fu motherfuckers.
- Why? Did I miss something?
- They weren't wearing their seat belts.
We'll hit them on Friday.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Lookie here.
How's that vinyl taste?
Val!
What?
The problem with kicking a Chow's ass
is an hour later, you wanna do it again.
Yeah?
A hundred and forty grand.
A hundred and forty apiece.
Total.
Total?
That's what, that's 70 grand?
That's not enough.
It is for me.
I'm taking the next few months off.
Here's the bag, baby.
Yeah, well, I'm up short. Sixty short.
Fucking slants!
Should have hit them Tuesday. Fuck!
We got away clean...
...and got something to show for it.
Always be grateful for what you get.
Rule number one, Val.
Yeah.
Yeah, rule number one.
What?
Everything's cool.
It's just not enough! All right?
It never is, Val.
Hey, baby, just put the money
in the car, will you?
I can't fucking believe it. You know
what? You know what, Porter?
This is funny.
This'll kill you.
It's always 140.
Someone ought to give me a Ph.D.
Shit!
Jesus, Lynn, wait till I'm out
of the fucking way!
Okay. Everything's cool, baby.
You were great. You were great.
Everything's cool. Give me the--
Okay, okay. Okay, keep the gun.
That's it. Everything's cool.
It's just like we planned.
Come on.
Don't fall apart on me now.
There we go.
Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions
rattling around in your head.
I don't know, pally.
I guess wives get funny
when it comes to girlfriends.
What?
I didn't get that.
You got it.
Come on, Miss Porter.
I don't have all day.
Is... Is Miss Porter here?
Mrs. Porter.
Yeah, whatever.
You motherfucker!
Get up. Turn around. Get up.
Come on.
What have we got here, huh?
- How much in here, huh?
- It's two grand.
- Yeah, what's in here?
- Helium.
What the fuck you think it is?
It's heroin.
Shit. Oh, shit.
Val Resnick.
Where is he?
You wanna know where he is?
He's right here. Look.
Look. Fuck you.
Wrong answer.
God! You motherfucker!
- Fuck!
- Val Resnick.
I never heard of him, man. Fuck.
Where'd you get
the envelope and the shit?
Come on, man. They're gonna fucking
kill me. They're gonna kill me, man.
What do you think I'm gonna do?
Worry about me.
Oh, come on. Okay, okay, okay.
Stegman. Stegman, man.
Arthur-fucking-Stegman, okay?
Where is he?
South End Taxi.
Farragut Road, man.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I'm looking for Arthur Stegman.
He ain't here.
Something I can help you with?
No, you can't. Where is he?
I don't know. He ain't here.
Take a guess.
What?
Take a guess about where he is.
Is he at home?
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
All right, here we go.
- This one's mine.
- Come on, roll it. Yeah.
Wait a minute, that was mine.
- Hold it a second. Wait a minute.
- I get one more shot.
There's somebody here to see you.
I'm looking for Stegman.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Porter.
Well, Porter,
that looks like assault to me.
Porter looks to me like
the kind that likes to resist arrest.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Fuck! No, not in here.
Jesus, guys, he just--
He wants to talk.
Am I right? Did I call it?
Are you Stegman?
Maybe. What do you want?
Your boy didn't make his delivery.
- Jesus.
- Whoa. Artie.
Hey, don't worry about it.
Why don't we talk outside?
Artie, you're a dealer?
Just forget about it, all right?
And don't touch my money either.
Come on--
This is heroin?
- This is heroin.
- Guys...
...just don't worry about it, all right?
Just take it easy.
Let's talk, come on.
Hey, what are you guys looking at?
Play your game.
And you're bleeding all over
my couch. Come on, you.
Come on.
Steggie's been holding out on us.
I'll check it out.
Val Resnick.
- What about him?
- Where is he?
No, no. Even if I knew,
the answer would still be no.
- Where'd you meet up with my boy?
- At his drop.
- Is he dead?
- No, but she is.
OD'd on that crap
you've been sending her.
So? What do you care?
I'm her husband.
You're not gonna fucking kill me,
are you?
Not in front of these kids.
Where is he?
I don't know. That's the truth.
This stuff got delivered to me last night.
I won't see anyone again till next month.
Why all the trouble?
Well, he's afraid of the girl.
You know, I mean...
...of Mrs. Porter.
Look, I don't know nothing about this.
Okay? I know Val from the old days.
Three months ago he shows up,
asks me to do him a favor.
I make an extra grand a month.
So I figure what the hell, right?
Now you come around
threatening to kill me?
Believe me, that much
a buddy of Val's I am not.
He's in the city. That's it,
that's all I know. I got a game.
How do you know that?
- He said so.
- When?
When he-- Then.
When he came around.
Said he squared
himself with the syndicate.
Said he was back in the big time,
back for good.
He was very excited.
Well, you tell him
that Porter is back too.
And he wants his money.
Porter wants his money.
Or I'll come back and pay you a visit
when these kids are not around.
Well, when would I tell him this?
Talk to me.
There's a young lady
to see you, sir. Her name is Pearl.
She's got two very bad habits.
Right now I'm only interested
in one of them.
Send her up.
Apartment 718, ma'am.
Go right on up.
Send her up. What's the problem?
Hey, Val, it's Haskell.
Sorry to be calling you at home--
Don't be sorry, sweetie.
Just don't call.
I thought it might be important. I got
a call from a cab guy on the south end.
- What is it?
- Well, it's this guy, Stegman.
Shit. Hold on a second.
On your knees, bitch.
I want satisfaction.
I'm on the phone, Pearl.
It's "Mistress Pearl,"
you piece of dog shit.
I'm on the fucking phone!
Make it quick.
So anyhow, this guy Stegman calls.
He sounded all nervous, sounded like
something scared the shit out of him.
He said he had to talk to you.
I said I'd see what I could do, Val.
- Did he tell you what it was about?
- He said to tell you Lynn was dead.
He said some guy came around talking
mean and wanted you. That's all he said.
- I thought you ought to know.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You did right.
I wanna talk to that son of a bitch.
Who, Stegman?
No, President Nixon.
Of course, Stegman.
Tell him Varrick's, by the bridge.
Make it...
Make it 20 minutes.
- Steggie.
- Hey, Val.
I tried to call you, but you
must have changed your number again.
I never gave you
my original number, Steg.
What'd this guy look like?
Well, he had, like, dark hair, blue eyes.
He was a Cro-Magnon-looking bastard.
If Lynn's dead,
maybe he did us a favor.
I know what you mean,
except I'm out like a grand a month.
Well, maybe we can
work something out.
- Good.
- Did you get a name?
He said his name was Porter.
He said he was there for Porter?
No. No, he said he was Porter.
Yeah. I'll tell you, I wouldn't want
that guy after me either.
- I know how you must feel.
- What am I? A nobody?
No.
I've got friends.
All I have to do is point.
I pick up a phone, say his name,
and he's a dead man.
And this time, he stays dead!
All right, Val. Try to keep it down,
all right?
It's okay.
What'd he say about me?
He just-- Nothing.
He just said you owed him money.
Not why? Nothing else?
Nothing. Why?
How much you owe him?
None of your business.
I just got the feeling
he'd like to kill you, that's all.
Oh, Christ.
Porter.
- What?
- What'd you tell him?
- Nothing. What could I tell him?
- You tell him about the money, heroin?
He had it with him. I just--
I told him I delivered it.
- You didn't tell him nothing else?
- I don't know nothing else.
Nah, you gave him something.
A name, maybe.
- Someone who knows where to find me.
- I swear, Val, on my mother--
Fuck your mother!
- Hey, that's not nice. Take it easy.
- What the fuck you looking at?
Take it-- Val, don't. Come on.
Not again. Don't do that.
- The fuck you looking at?
- Come on, no. Val. Come on.
- The fuck you looking at?
- Don't do that. Not again.
- Come on, forget it.
- Is there trouble here?
No, you know what? We're just--
We're leaving. We're leaving.
You know what, Val?
This one's on me, okay?
- You see me reaching for my wallet?
- No.
Hey, pal, is there a Michael here?
That's him over yonder.
Michael.
I'm told you're the man to see
about expensive horizontal refreshment.
I'm looking for a girl named Rosie.
Prostitution is illegal
and you're speaking Greek.
Usually these matters are conducted
with more discretion.
Be discreet now.
- What was her name again?
- Rosie.
- Who should I say is looking for her?
- Just call her.
- Rosie?
- Yeah?
Give me the phone.
Here. Take care of that.
- Rosie.
- Who the hell is this?
- Porter.
- Try again, honey. Porter's dead.
I used to drive for you.
Provide a safe work environment.
- Porter?
- Yeah.
Hi.
Come on. Come in.
You look pretty good for a dead guy.
How'd you hear about it?
People who know were talking.
Plus I heard your wife
was back in town alone.
She's dead.
I'm sorry, Porter.
Why?
Jesus. Surly Porter.
You're the same as ever, aren't you?
This doesn't look like you.
Yeah, well, people change.
Stay. It's okay, baby.
It's okay. Come on, sweetheart.
It's okay.
Meet the nastiest damn dog
who ever lived.
- What's his name?
- Porter.
He took your job after you left.
He's just as tough, but he won't
leave me. Will you, baby?
I need a favor.
A favor?
Maybe you're not the same as ever.
I'm looking for a syndicate boy.
It's the "Outfit."
- We don't say "syndicate" anymore.
- You know what I mean.
Don't get touchy, Porter.
What's his name?
Val Resnick.
Oh, that son of a bitch.
- You know him.
- Yeah.
I met up with him once
a few years ago.
He can't use Star's service anymore
because he beats up all the girls.
He almost killed one.
You?
Does it matter?
You quit looking after me, remember?
Would you happen to have the line
on where he might be?
I suppose he's at the hotel.
- Which one?
- The Outfit hotel. They're all there.
You got an address?
We're friends, right?
I mean, we used to be.
But I'm an employee too.
I don't think the Outfit would
like me telling you, would they?
- No. What do you think--?
- How strong are you, Porter?
Personally, I think you are
the strongest man I've ever met.
But I wonder if it's enough.
For what?
If I know you, you want this guy
for something he won't like.
Yeah, I'm gonna kill him.
That's something he won't like.
What if they grab you and ask you
where you found out about the hotel?
Why are we talking about this?
You know I wouldn't turn you in.
- I wouldn't talk.
- But what if they ask you hard?
I'll tell them it was
a cab dispatcher named Stegman.
The Oakwood Arms, Union and 17th.
All this time, you don't even pretend
to ask how I've been.
You need any cash or anything?
Get yourself killed, prick.
I ought to tell him you're coming.
Hi, Val.
Where's my money?
No, it's not there. I took your gun.
It's back here. You look like a pro.
You keep your mouth shut
and you'll walk out of here.
My 70 grand. I want it.
I don't have it right now.
- Where is it?
- I gave all 130,000 to the Outfit.
- I gave it all to them.
- Well...
...tell them you gave them money that
doesn't belong to you and get it back.
Porter, I can't do that.
You don't know these--
You're gonna kill me
whether I get the money or not.
All right, I'll get it. I'll get the money.
Just give me a few days, all right?
What the fuck are you doing?
Noon. Tomorrow. Say it.
All right. You know...
...this may sound crazy, Porter,
but no hard feelings, huh?
I did what I had to do.
You can appreciate that.
I appreciate that, you--
No, no, no! Don't.
Please. Allow me.
Jesus. God.
God.
You bitch!
Let her work.
Me love you, baby.
-Me love you long time.
No, no, hon, wait.
Tomorrow. Noon.
You and the money be at the corner
of 7th and Franklin at the pay phone.
Okay. Okay.
Where'd you get this?
Some hooker had it on her shelf.
I recognized you.
- I swiped it in case I could use it.
- Did you hurt her?
The hooker, did you hurt her?
What does that have to do
with anything?
I've got a few minutes.
So go boil an egg.
Can I help you?
Val Resnick.
I got an appointment with Mr. Carter.
Yes.
- Turn around, please.
- Listen, sweetie...
- ...you don't have to do that.
- Turn around.
Thank you.
- Very nice.
- You like that?
- It's down there.
- Yes.
This isn't how Mr. Carter
likes his visitors.
I know.
It's just I'm in
a little bit of trouble right now.
Yes, Mr. Carter thinks so too.
This way, please.
Phillip tells me you have a problem
you need help with.
Yes, sir.
Is it your problem...
...who breached our security
last night?
Yes, sir.
Then he breaks into my apartment--
There's three ways
that we can handle this.
One: We can help you.
Two: We can allow you to help yourself.
And three: We can have you replaced.
We have an investment in you,
Resnick...
...so assisting you would be,
in a way, protecting our investment.
And that is always
good business policy.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr. Carter.
Thank you, sir. You won't regret it.
Now...
...according to Phillip,
a man has come to town to kill you?
Yes, sir.
And you say that he's alone and
he's a professional robber. Correct?
Yes, sir. He does payroll jobs,
banks, you know, stuff like that.
- What's his name?
- Porter.
What's his first name?
You know, I don't know. He never
called himself anything but Porter.
Where did you get the $130,000?
That's why this man
has come to town, huh?
The $130,000 that you paid us back.
Yes, sir.
But only $70,000 of it was his.
Well, we never asked you where you got
the money. It's none of our business.
But now it appears
it has become our business.
Here's his file, Mr. Carter.
Do you understand your value
to the organization, Resnick?
You're a sadist, you lack compunction.
That comes in handy.
But now, you've allowed an area of your
personal life to become a danger to us.
A man in our organization
needs to be tough, self-reliant.
Were you to handle this problem
on your own...
...there would be no doubt...
- ...that you're the kind of man we want.
- I want to.
I wanna handle it myself, Mr. Carter.
Great.
Until the matter is handled, I want you
to move out of the Oakwood Arms.
But I don't have a place...
I don't want any more unpleasantness
at the hotel.
Yes, sir.
That's it.
Val's in the doghouse, Spider.
I'll fill you in on the way.
He loves me. Let's go.
He doesn't love you, Val.
Sorry. We've been reassigned.
Go ahead.
After last night, I'm safer without you.
Look at me. Look at this.
What the fuck good are you, huh?
Get out of here!
Never forget a pussy's face,
you remember that.
I'll do it myself.
Do it myself.
If you want it done right...
...you gotta do it yourself!
It's the American way!
Yes?
- Did your friends make it to town?
- Oh, yeah.
Last night, baby.
Good. Now, did you tell them
it was Porter took their payroll?
I did.
And they want retribution.
All right. All right, here's what we do.
Shit.
Shit.
Next time, Porter.
It looks like Porter's
made some new friends.
- Easy, mister.
- I'm okay. I don't wanna press charges.
- Who were they, huh, pal?
- I don't know.
All right. I don't wanna...
It's you guys.
My buddy Stegman says you got
a line on a load of cash.
Two hundred and fifty grand,
to be exact.
Seventy.
- Come on, man, get off of me.
- All right, all right.
What do you take us for, huh? Idiots?
Nobody'd go through this shit
for 70 grand.
We don't like trouble.
You look like a whole bunch of it.
We found a dead girl full of heroin.
There were signs of a struggle and
the coroner's not sure it was an OD.
We got a witness, though.
A guy with only one nostril.
- Remember him?
- Yeah.
Hey, don't worry, Porter.
We'll give you immunity.
Room to operate,
"get out of jail free" card.
All you gotta do is get the money.
Oh, we can't help you, though.
- It'd be against the law.
- You understand, Porter?
- It's my money.
- Wrong, Porter.
It's our money, Porter.
Me and my partner's money. You
be a good boy, we'll give you a piece.
It'll be easy, Porter.
You got it?
- Yeah, he's got it.
- You understand?
- Take it easy. We'll be in touch.
- Sure, thanks.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ, Porter,
you need to see a doctor.
Yeah.
- It's gonna sting.
- Just clean it up, all right?
- You hold it there.
- Yeah, right.
I'll do it.
Tell me something, Porter.
When did you decide to leave?
Was it that night we slept together?
No.
It was the next day,
when I had to drive you to work.
You could've asked me to quit.
You could've asked me
to drive you somewhere else.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Thanks.
Does it fit?
Oh, yeah. Like it was made for me.
It'll look great in your casket.
You know what I think?
I think that all those stories
about you being dead were true.
You're just too thickheaded to admit it.
Porter. God, I missed you.
I miss you.
- Don't, don't, don't...
- No, I have...
I can't. I got...
...stuff to do. I got...
Porter.
Where is he?
Porter. Where is he?
He's in the bedroom.
Is he hurt bad?
The doctor should be here any minute.
That's bullshit.
Porter. Here I come, pally.
- Porter!
- Shit. Hey!
Goddamn!
Get in there!
Where is he?
He's gone, he's gone. He's gone.
Gone, huh?
I know you.
You're that whore from the picture.
How do you know him?
He used to drive me.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm driving you now, honey.
You know what you are?
- Educate me.
- Okay.
An ugly pig who beats up women...
...on account he can't get it up...
...because he's terrified
of his own shadow!
- Is that right?
- Yup.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
Then I guess you must be the lucky girl.
Sweetie, I am gonna fuck you
six ways from Sunday.
Jesus.
I forgot my cigarettes.
All right, Val.
This syndicate, or Outfit or whatever
you call it, it's got a head man, right?
Who is it?
They'll kill me, Porter.
What do you think I'm gonna do?
Worry about me.
Ah! Goddamn.
Names. Come on.
Fairfax and Carter. Fairfax and Carter.
They run the whole city.
- Fairfax and Carter.
- Where do I find them?
Fairfax isn't in town right now.
What about Carter?
Where is he? Is he in town?
Porter, it won't do you any good.
They're gonna-- Jesus, you moth--!
Frederick Carter Investments.
120 Commerce Avenue.
Hey, thanks. Give me that.
All right!
All right! I'll help you out.
You're fucking nuts going up
against the Outfit for 70 grand...
- ...but I'm gonna help you out.
- Yeah?
Here. Keep talking.
Thanks. I...
I can get you in there.
Place is tighter than a drum.
- How many guys in there?
- Well--
It's tighter than hell.
They got only one guy on the outside,
though. So I got a way around that.
You are crazy.
You're a crazy son of a bitch!
- That's why I love you.
- Yeah.
You got a light?
You got a light?
- No. No.
- Well, then what good are you?
Wait!
Rosie.
Rosie.
Is your name on the lease?
The Outfit.
The Outfit pays for everything.
I want you to gather everything up that
you need. Say goodbye to this place.
Okay?
I told you he'd show up.
- Give me my goddamn money, please.
- Yeah, give me my money too.
- Give me my goddamn money.
- You sure that's him?
That's him, come on.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Yeah, there you go.
What you up to, buddy?
Well, our money's in there.
- If you're still interested.
- Not in the dough...
...but the boat I'm gonna buy with it.
What's he doing here?
It's a ride-along, Porter.
You see, your piece of the pie
just got a little smaller.
But don't worry,
I'll leave you some crust.
What are you waiting for, Porter?
Go get it.
Go get our money.
You guys do me a favor?
We're here to help, buddy.
They're probably gonna frisk me when
I go in. Would you hold onto this?
- Jesus.
- You know...
...just for a little while.
Sure, Porter.
Hey. Nice balance.
Douche bag.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I wanna see Mr. Carter.
- And who are you?
Tell him I'm the guy
that whacked Val Resnick.
I'm sorry, I don't--
Didn't copy. Repeat.
Right.
Mr. Carter will see you.
Turn around so I can frisk you.
So you popped old Val, huh?
Thanks. Left pocket.
- Saving up?
- Yeah, every little bit helps.
Follow me.
Bravo. Sit down.
My compliments.
They were two of my best.
No, they lull too easy.
Forty-eight.
There's something you want from me.
Val Resnick gave you $130,000.
Paid us. It was a debt.
Well, $70,000 of it was mine,
and I want it back.
I'm sorry, Resnick told me, but I
seem to have misplaced your name.
- Porter.
- Porter. Right.
I won't forget it again.
The Outfit is not unreasonable, Porter.
But no corporation in the world
would agree to what you're asking.
What about Fairfax?
Will he give me my money?
Resnick told you quite a bit, didn't he?
Fairfax will tell you the same thing I have.
We're not authorized
to do things like this.
Who is? Who makes the decisions?
- Well, a committee would in this case.
- No, no.
One man. You go high enough,
you always come to one man. Who?
Yeah, Fred Carter.
I wanna talk to Bronson.
Yeah, sorry to bother you...
...but I have a problem.
There's a man in my office with a gun...
...who says he's gonna kill me
if the Outfit doesn't pay him $130,000.
Seventy thousand.
Seven-- It's 70.
Let-- Let me talk to him.
Her.
He wants to speak to you.
The speaker.
This is Bronson.
How much is this guy Carter
worth to you?
"Worth." What do you mean?
Either I get my money or I'll kill Carter.
- I don't like to be threatened.
- I'm not threatening you.
- I'm threatening Carter.
- Touché.
An audacious man. Who are you?
My money, yes or no?
No.
Carter? Carter?
Carter, what's happening?
Get some people down
to Commerce Street. Now.
Carter?
Speak to me. Carter?
You just don't get it,
do you, you dumb fuck?
I sure hope you're talking to him
and not me.
Carter? Carter!
I just croaked Carter. I want you
to call Fairfax and tell him that.
Smoke them if you got them, asshole.
You've got 24 hours left. That's one day
to get your tiny little world in order.
Do you understand that, sweetheart?
Do you?
Porter, Porter, Porter,
give me my money.
- I see him. Right there, right there.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- I don't see any cash.
- They write you a check?
They gave me the runaround.
I have to see another guy.
Last one. Then we got a dead woman
and assault to talk to you about.
That means more paperwork, Porter,
and we don't like paperwork.
Damn shame, Porter.
But don't let the bastards
get you down.
That's right, Porter. Don't give up.
Can I have my piece back?
Oh, yeah.
Nice roscoe, Porter.
Heavy enough to be a nutcracker.
We'll be in touch, Rocky.
- Keep up the good work.
- Rocky? Where'd you get Rocky?
Good to have you back in town, Mr. Fairfax.
Wish I could say I was glad.
I was swimming with the dolphins
this morning.
Easy. It's genuine alligator, for God's
sake. What's the matter with you?
Sorry, Mr. Fairfax.
- Hello, Mr. Fairfax.
- How's it going, Charlie?
Between us and our neighbourhood cops,
I'd say we got him pretty well covered.
Walter, wake up.
Walter? Wake up!
Keep those bags up, boys.
- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the reason you're back early.
You're Porter?
That's right. Keep those bags
above shoulder level.
You drop them and I'll drill you.
Well, what'll you have me do?
Stand on my head?
No.
I want you to do me a favor
and call Mrs. Bronson.
- See what we can do about my money.
- Well...
...she let Carter die.
But that poor bucktooth bastard's
probably better off dead anyway.
She'd probably let me die too.
No. With Carter,
she thought I was bluffing.
Try her.
All right.
You two are fired.
Hello. Yes, it's like this.
I'm standing in my living room.
There's a man named Porter...
...who says that he expects you
to pay him sooner or later.
Yes. Of course.
She wants to talk to you.
Put her on the speaker.
This is Porter.
I should probably have you
shoot Fairfax...
...and then hire you
to run the city for me.
Too bad you're just a punk
with the right balls-to-brains ratio.
Honey, I wouldn't even
get out of bed for 130 grand.
You people aren't listening.
It's not 130 grand--
No, you listen.
You got no place to go, Porter.
You're finished. Do you get
what I'm talking about?
- Fairfax? Fairfax?
- Hey, what the hell are you doing?
- Are you okay?
- Yes. No.
It's all right. He's just
killing my alligator bags...
...and shooting holes in my suit.
Man, that's just mean!
Okay, Porter, I give up. Where
do you wanna pick up your money?
King's Cross station.
Send one man
with a blue backpack full of cash.
I'll be on the platform.
What's the name of the stop?
It's the end of the line.
For you too, sweetheart.
You just signed your own
death warrant for $130,000.
I don't-- I don't get that. What is it?
- The principle or something, huh?
- No.
I just want my money back.
And it's only 70.
Seventy?
What do you mean, it's only 70?
It's only 70,000?
Hell, my suits are worth
more than that!
Listen to this: "Ocean Ray Sundancer.
Vacuum-flush head.
Eighty thousand bucks."
- I'm telling you, he ain't gonna have it.
- You wanna bet?
No, I don't wanna bet.
I'm out 150 already.
A hundred and fifty
ain't getting my damn boat.
- He better come down with something.
- Hey, hey.
Hicks. Leary.
We're Holland and Van Owen.
Internal Affairs.
You boys wanna back off?
We're on a stakeout.
- You wanna step out of the car, please?
- What for?
I think you better step out of the car,
detectives.
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
Is this your badge, detective?
The one you reported missing?
- Yeah, where'd you find it?
- Where exactly did you lose it?
Does this belong to you?
It's Porter. Follow him.
I got that motherfucker.
Hey.
Get in, Porter.
Close the door.
Now set the roscoe on the floor.
Slow!
See, I am gonna turn you in
to the Outfit for a reward.
Maybe they'll be so impressed, they'll
ask me to join, and I'll be on easy street.
Medical. Dental.
I'm just-- I'm gonna walk you right in.
Porter on the hoof.
Unless you get rambunctious.
Then I'll have to take care of you myself.
You're not gonna
fucking kill me, are you?
Let him go!
Now.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Hey. Hey. Hey, Porter!
Hey!
Hey, come on!
Hey, handsome.
This is a loading zone.
So move me.
So move.
You Porter?
Over there by your buddy. U-turn.
We're taking a new position. Get in.
- Where to?
- Relax and you'll survive this.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Take the next left.
You know, I think I fucked you once.
Oh, yeah?
What do you think the odds
are on twice?
Okay, I'll meet you
at the el in 10 minutes.
I'll be there.
I don't think your odds are good.
Have you got anything to say?
No, thank you.
Well, then just stay here.
Don't move.
You got any friends
I should know about?
You should try the men's room.
Hey.
Porter?
Step back here. Come on.
The guy says you should drink this.
- What guy?
- Me.
Take it in your right hand.
Sit down.
Where's your piece?
- Lunchbox.
- Open it.
Close it.
Get on the train.
What--?
Here it is.
Open it.
It's all there. 130 grand.
It's 70, you dumb bastards. Open it.
Hey, Phil.
Jesus, how'd he make it?
Come on! Move it!
You think you can make
everything okay, don't you?
How strong are you, Porter?
You know, this may
sound crazy, Porter, but...
You just don't get it,
do you, you dumb...
We'll hit them on Friday.
Someone ought to give me a PhD.
What are you gonna do, kill me?
Please. Allow me.
What is it,
the principle or something, huh?
You look pretty good for a dead guy.
Baby, we gotta get you out of here.
Come with me.
Come on, baby, we gotta go.
Come on. Porter? Come on! Come on!
Porter?
Fuck! Goddamn it!
Porter?
Rosie.
Rosie. Rosie.
- Come on. Yeah.
- Rosie.
- Help me up.
- You're okay. Okay.
- The backpack. The backpack.
- I got it, I got it.
- I gotta get you to a hospital.
- No hospitals.
I know a guy.
- Is he a doctor?
- No.
No.
Tell me where to go.
Just drive, baby.
questions rattling around in your head.
How much money in the case?
Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.
How much do you need, Val?
- We split it 50-50.
- How much?
- 130 grand.
- We'll hit them on Friday.
- Not enough!
- How much you need?
- We split it 50-50.
- It's my money.
- Yeah, well, I'm up short.
- My 70 grand, I want it back.
- Sixty short.
- Seventy.
Seventy, Val. It's 70 grand. Seventy.
Help the homeless?
Help the homeless.
Oh, that's small change. Why don't
you give me some big change?
Give a guy a break. What do you say?
Come on, now.
Thanks, man. Hey, what the fuck?
What are you--?
Son of a motherfucker!
- What do I owe you?
- Two ninety-eight.
Son of a-- Hey. Hey, my cigarettes!
Sorry, sir. Pardon me.
Thank you.
One hundred...
...two hundred...
...three hundred.
Have a nice day, Mr. Johnson.
Excellent fit, sir.
And how will you be paying?
- Yeah, I'll give you $900 for this.
- Let me see that Magnum.
That's it.
Five hundred and the gun.
I'll need to see some I.D.
Of course.
I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson,
this card's been canceled.
Impossible.
Well, I tried it twice.
Do you have another form of payment?
Try it again.
Porter. You're not dead.
Where's Val?
Gone. Moved out two months ago.
- Where?
- Don't know.
- Who's paying your rent?
- Val.
- Why?
- Payoff, I guess.
What, you guess? You don't know?
You've got a fuck of a lot of nerve
to come around all high and mighty.
What, you bring your whore
with you, did you?
- No, no.
- Look at it!
Look, see. Look at that.
That's before we met, baby.
Think about it.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
- So, what are you gonna do, Porter?
- I'm gonna get my money back.
Oh. You mean
what am I gonna do to you.
Well, that depends on you.
Where's Val?
I told you, I don't know.
Did he ever buy his way back
into the syndicate?
Yeah.
How do you get your payoffs?
A messenger, first of every month
leaves an envelope with cash in it.
So who was she, anyway?
That girl in the picture.
I met her when I got out of prison.
I used to drive her,
keep her safe while she worked.
What were you, her pimp?
No, no.
We both worked for that asshole.
Not now.
Yeah. You're cleaning up.
No.
Val still wants to talk to you.
Sorry, babe.
Shall I tell him to call back again?
No, I'll talk to him.
Shut him up anyway.
Val.
Yep, same as always. You?
Yeah, good, good.
Why? Are you there now?
Well, don't sweat it, Val.
I mean, we all look alike to them.
Same crew. The Chows.
Twice a week.
Tuesday and Friday, always between
11 and 12. Always the same route.
Chinese money laundry.
How much money in the case?
Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.
How much do you need, Val?
We split it 50-50.
No, I mean, how much do you need
to, you know, buy your way back?
Into the syndicate.
How much?
- You mean the Outfit?
- Whatever.
Jesus. You know everything.
Hi, sweetie.
A hundred and thirty grand.
Beauty of the Chows is they won't go to
the cops. They keep everything in-house.
And they don't feel pain
the way we do.
You notice anything
about those guys, Val?
They look nasty.
Probably all kung-fu motherfuckers.
- Why? Did I miss something?
- They weren't wearing their seat belts.
We'll hit them on Friday.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Lookie here.
How's that vinyl taste?
Val!
What?
The problem with kicking a Chow's ass
is an hour later, you wanna do it again.
Yeah?
A hundred and forty grand.
A hundred and forty apiece.
Total.
Total?
That's what, that's 70 grand?
That's not enough.
It is for me.
I'm taking the next few months off.
Here's the bag, baby.
Yeah, well, I'm up short. Sixty short.
Fucking slants!
Should have hit them Tuesday. Fuck!
We got away clean...
...and got something to show for it.
Always be grateful for what you get.
Rule number one, Val.
Yeah.
Yeah, rule number one.
What?
Everything's cool.
It's just not enough! All right?
It never is, Val.
Hey, baby, just put the money
in the car, will you?
I can't fucking believe it. You know
what? You know what, Porter?
This is funny.
This'll kill you.
It's always 140.
Someone ought to give me a Ph.D.
Shit!
Jesus, Lynn, wait till I'm out
of the fucking way!
Okay. Everything's cool, baby.
You were great. You were great.
Everything's cool. Give me the--
Okay, okay. Okay, keep the gun.
That's it. Everything's cool.
It's just like we planned.
Come on.
Don't fall apart on me now.
There we go.
Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions
rattling around in your head.
I don't know, pally.
I guess wives get funny
when it comes to girlfriends.
What?
I didn't get that.
You got it.
Come on, Miss Porter.
I don't have all day.
Is... Is Miss Porter here?
Mrs. Porter.
Yeah, whatever.
You motherfucker!
Get up. Turn around. Get up.
Come on.
What have we got here, huh?
- How much in here, huh?
- It's two grand.
- Yeah, what's in here?
- Helium.
What the fuck you think it is?
It's heroin.
Shit. Oh, shit.
Val Resnick.
Where is he?
You wanna know where he is?
He's right here. Look.
Look. Fuck you.
Wrong answer.
God! You motherfucker!
- Fuck!
- Val Resnick.
I never heard of him, man. Fuck.
Where'd you get
the envelope and the shit?
Come on, man. They're gonna fucking
kill me. They're gonna kill me, man.
What do you think I'm gonna do?
Worry about me.
Oh, come on. Okay, okay, okay.
Stegman. Stegman, man.
Arthur-fucking-Stegman, okay?
Where is he?
South End Taxi.
Farragut Road, man.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I'm looking for Arthur Stegman.
He ain't here.
Something I can help you with?
No, you can't. Where is he?
I don't know. He ain't here.
Take a guess.
What?
Take a guess about where he is.
Is he at home?
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
All right, here we go.
- This one's mine.
- Come on, roll it. Yeah.
Wait a minute, that was mine.
- Hold it a second. Wait a minute.
- I get one more shot.
There's somebody here to see you.
I'm looking for Stegman.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Porter.
Well, Porter,
that looks like assault to me.
Porter looks to me like
the kind that likes to resist arrest.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Fuck! No, not in here.
Jesus, guys, he just--
He wants to talk.
Am I right? Did I call it?
Are you Stegman?
Maybe. What do you want?
Your boy didn't make his delivery.
- Jesus.
- Whoa. Artie.
Hey, don't worry about it.
Why don't we talk outside?
Artie, you're a dealer?
Just forget about it, all right?
And don't touch my money either.
Come on--
This is heroin?
- This is heroin.
- Guys...
...just don't worry about it, all right?
Just take it easy.
Let's talk, come on.
Hey, what are you guys looking at?
Play your game.
And you're bleeding all over
my couch. Come on, you.
Come on.
Steggie's been holding out on us.
I'll check it out.
Val Resnick.
- What about him?
- Where is he?
No, no. Even if I knew,
the answer would still be no.
- Where'd you meet up with my boy?
- At his drop.
- Is he dead?
- No, but she is.
OD'd on that crap
you've been sending her.
So? What do you care?
I'm her husband.
You're not gonna fucking kill me,
are you?
Not in front of these kids.
Where is he?
I don't know. That's the truth.
This stuff got delivered to me last night.
I won't see anyone again till next month.
Why all the trouble?
Well, he's afraid of the girl.
You know, I mean...
...of Mrs. Porter.
Look, I don't know nothing about this.
Okay? I know Val from the old days.
Three months ago he shows up,
asks me to do him a favor.
I make an extra grand a month.
So I figure what the hell, right?
Now you come around
threatening to kill me?
Believe me, that much
a buddy of Val's I am not.
He's in the city. That's it,
that's all I know. I got a game.
How do you know that?
- He said so.
- When?
When he-- Then.
When he came around.
Said he squared
himself with the syndicate.
Said he was back in the big time,
back for good.
He was very excited.
Well, you tell him
that Porter is back too.
And he wants his money.
Porter wants his money.
Or I'll come back and pay you a visit
when these kids are not around.
Well, when would I tell him this?
Talk to me.
There's a young lady
to see you, sir. Her name is Pearl.
She's got two very bad habits.
Right now I'm only interested
in one of them.
Send her up.
Apartment 718, ma'am.
Go right on up.
Send her up. What's the problem?
Hey, Val, it's Haskell.
Sorry to be calling you at home--
Don't be sorry, sweetie.
Just don't call.
I thought it might be important. I got
a call from a cab guy on the south end.
- What is it?
- Well, it's this guy, Stegman.
Shit. Hold on a second.
On your knees, bitch.
I want satisfaction.
I'm on the phone, Pearl.
It's "Mistress Pearl,"
you piece of dog shit.
I'm on the fucking phone!
Make it quick.
So anyhow, this guy Stegman calls.
He sounded all nervous, sounded like
something scared the shit out of him.
He said he had to talk to you.
I said I'd see what I could do, Val.
- Did he tell you what it was about?
- He said to tell you Lynn was dead.
He said some guy came around talking
mean and wanted you. That's all he said.
- I thought you ought to know.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You did right.
I wanna talk to that son of a bitch.
Who, Stegman?
No, President Nixon.
Of course, Stegman.
Tell him Varrick's, by the bridge.
Make it...
Make it 20 minutes.
- Steggie.
- Hey, Val.
I tried to call you, but you
must have changed your number again.
I never gave you
my original number, Steg.
What'd this guy look like?
Well, he had, like, dark hair, blue eyes.
He was a Cro-Magnon-looking bastard.
If Lynn's dead,
maybe he did us a favor.
I know what you mean,
except I'm out like a grand a month.
Well, maybe we can
work something out.
- Good.
- Did you get a name?
He said his name was Porter.
He said he was there for Porter?
No. No, he said he was Porter.
Yeah. I'll tell you, I wouldn't want
that guy after me either.
- I know how you must feel.
- What am I? A nobody?
No.
I've got friends.
All I have to do is point.
I pick up a phone, say his name,
and he's a dead man.
And this time, he stays dead!
All right, Val. Try to keep it down,
all right?
It's okay.
What'd he say about me?
He just-- Nothing.
He just said you owed him money.
Not why? Nothing else?
Nothing. Why?
How much you owe him?
None of your business.
I just got the feeling
he'd like to kill you, that's all.
Oh, Christ.
Porter.
- What?
- What'd you tell him?
- Nothing. What could I tell him?
- You tell him about the money, heroin?
He had it with him. I just--
I told him I delivered it.
- You didn't tell him nothing else?
- I don't know nothing else.
Nah, you gave him something.
A name, maybe.
- Someone who knows where to find me.
- I swear, Val, on my mother--
Fuck your mother!
- Hey, that's not nice. Take it easy.
- What the fuck you looking at?
Take it-- Val, don't. Come on.
Not again. Don't do that.
- The fuck you looking at?
- Come on, no. Val. Come on.
- The fuck you looking at?
- Don't do that. Not again.
- Come on, forget it.
- Is there trouble here?
No, you know what? We're just--
We're leaving. We're leaving.
You know what, Val?
This one's on me, okay?
- You see me reaching for my wallet?
- No.
Hey, pal, is there a Michael here?
That's him over yonder.
Michael.
I'm told you're the man to see
about expensive horizontal refreshment.
I'm looking for a girl named Rosie.
Prostitution is illegal
and you're speaking Greek.
Usually these matters are conducted
with more discretion.
Be discreet now.
- What was her name again?
- Rosie.
- Who should I say is looking for her?
- Just call her.
- Rosie?
- Yeah?
Give me the phone.
Here. Take care of that.
- Rosie.
- Who the hell is this?
- Porter.
- Try again, honey. Porter's dead.
I used to drive for you.
Provide a safe work environment.
- Porter?
- Yeah.
Hi.
Come on. Come in.
You look pretty good for a dead guy.
How'd you hear about it?
People who know were talking.
Plus I heard your wife
was back in town alone.
She's dead.
I'm sorry, Porter.
Why?
Jesus. Surly Porter.
You're the same as ever, aren't you?
This doesn't look like you.
Yeah, well, people change.
Stay. It's okay, baby.
It's okay. Come on, sweetheart.
It's okay.
Meet the nastiest damn dog
who ever lived.
- What's his name?
- Porter.
He took your job after you left.
He's just as tough, but he won't
leave me. Will you, baby?
I need a favor.
A favor?
Maybe you're not the same as ever.
I'm looking for a syndicate boy.
It's the "Outfit."
- We don't say "syndicate" anymore.
- You know what I mean.
Don't get touchy, Porter.
What's his name?
Val Resnick.
Oh, that son of a bitch.
- You know him.
- Yeah.
I met up with him once
a few years ago.
He can't use Star's service anymore
because he beats up all the girls.
He almost killed one.
You?
Does it matter?
You quit looking after me, remember?
Would you happen to have the line
on where he might be?
I suppose he's at the hotel.
- Which one?
- The Outfit hotel. They're all there.
You got an address?
We're friends, right?
I mean, we used to be.
But I'm an employee too.
I don't think the Outfit would
like me telling you, would they?
- No. What do you think--?
- How strong are you, Porter?
Personally, I think you are
the strongest man I've ever met.
But I wonder if it's enough.
For what?
If I know you, you want this guy
for something he won't like.
Yeah, I'm gonna kill him.
That's something he won't like.
What if they grab you and ask you
where you found out about the hotel?
Why are we talking about this?
You know I wouldn't turn you in.
- I wouldn't talk.
- But what if they ask you hard?
I'll tell them it was
a cab dispatcher named Stegman.
The Oakwood Arms, Union and 17th.
All this time, you don't even pretend
to ask how I've been.
You need any cash or anything?
Get yourself killed, prick.
I ought to tell him you're coming.
Hi, Val.
Where's my money?
No, it's not there. I took your gun.
It's back here. You look like a pro.
You keep your mouth shut
and you'll walk out of here.
My 70 grand. I want it.
I don't have it right now.
- Where is it?
- I gave all 130,000 to the Outfit.
- I gave it all to them.
- Well...
...tell them you gave them money that
doesn't belong to you and get it back.
Porter, I can't do that.
You don't know these--
You're gonna kill me
whether I get the money or not.
All right, I'll get it. I'll get the money.
Just give me a few days, all right?
What the fuck are you doing?
Noon. Tomorrow. Say it.
All right. You know...
...this may sound crazy, Porter,
but no hard feelings, huh?
I did what I had to do.
You can appreciate that.
I appreciate that, you--
No, no, no! Don't.
Please. Allow me.
Jesus. God.
God.
You bitch!
Let her work.
Me love you, baby.
-Me love you long time.
No, no, hon, wait.
Tomorrow. Noon.
You and the money be at the corner
of 7th and Franklin at the pay phone.
Okay. Okay.
Where'd you get this?
Some hooker had it on her shelf.
I recognized you.
- I swiped it in case I could use it.
- Did you hurt her?
The hooker, did you hurt her?
What does that have to do
with anything?
I've got a few minutes.
So go boil an egg.
Can I help you?
Val Resnick.
I got an appointment with Mr. Carter.
Yes.
- Turn around, please.
- Listen, sweetie...
- ...you don't have to do that.
- Turn around.
Thank you.
- Very nice.
- You like that?
- It's down there.
- Yes.
This isn't how Mr. Carter
likes his visitors.
I know.
It's just I'm in
a little bit of trouble right now.
Yes, Mr. Carter thinks so too.
This way, please.
Phillip tells me you have a problem
you need help with.
Yes, sir.
Is it your problem...
...who breached our security
last night?
Yes, sir.
Then he breaks into my apartment--
There's three ways
that we can handle this.
One: We can help you.
Two: We can allow you to help yourself.
And three: We can have you replaced.
We have an investment in you,
Resnick...
...so assisting you would be,
in a way, protecting our investment.
And that is always
good business policy.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr. Carter.
Thank you, sir. You won't regret it.
Now...
...according to Phillip,
a man has come to town to kill you?
Yes, sir.
And you say that he's alone and
he's a professional robber. Correct?
Yes, sir. He does payroll jobs,
banks, you know, stuff like that.
- What's his name?
- Porter.
What's his first name?
You know, I don't know. He never
called himself anything but Porter.
Where did you get the $130,000?
That's why this man
has come to town, huh?
The $130,000 that you paid us back.
Yes, sir.
But only $70,000 of it was his.
Well, we never asked you where you got
the money. It's none of our business.
But now it appears
it has become our business.
Here's his file, Mr. Carter.
Do you understand your value
to the organization, Resnick?
You're a sadist, you lack compunction.
That comes in handy.
But now, you've allowed an area of your
personal life to become a danger to us.
A man in our organization
needs to be tough, self-reliant.
Were you to handle this problem
on your own...
...there would be no doubt...
- ...that you're the kind of man we want.
- I want to.
I wanna handle it myself, Mr. Carter.
Great.
Until the matter is handled, I want you
to move out of the Oakwood Arms.
But I don't have a place...
I don't want any more unpleasantness
at the hotel.
Yes, sir.
That's it.
Val's in the doghouse, Spider.
I'll fill you in on the way.
He loves me. Let's go.
He doesn't love you, Val.
Sorry. We've been reassigned.
Go ahead.
After last night, I'm safer without you.
Look at me. Look at this.
What the fuck good are you, huh?
Get out of here!
Never forget a pussy's face,
you remember that.
I'll do it myself.
Do it myself.
If you want it done right...
...you gotta do it yourself!
It's the American way!
Yes?
- Did your friends make it to town?
- Oh, yeah.
Last night, baby.
Good. Now, did you tell them
it was Porter took their payroll?
I did.
And they want retribution.
All right. All right, here's what we do.
Shit.
Shit.
Next time, Porter.
It looks like Porter's
made some new friends.
- Easy, mister.
- I'm okay. I don't wanna press charges.
- Who were they, huh, pal?
- I don't know.
All right. I don't wanna...
It's you guys.
My buddy Stegman says you got
a line on a load of cash.
Two hundred and fifty grand,
to be exact.
Seventy.
- Come on, man, get off of me.
- All right, all right.
What do you take us for, huh? Idiots?
Nobody'd go through this shit
for 70 grand.
We don't like trouble.
You look like a whole bunch of it.
We found a dead girl full of heroin.
There were signs of a struggle and
the coroner's not sure it was an OD.
We got a witness, though.
A guy with only one nostril.
- Remember him?
- Yeah.
Hey, don't worry, Porter.
We'll give you immunity.
Room to operate,
"get out of jail free" card.
All you gotta do is get the money.
Oh, we can't help you, though.
- It'd be against the law.
- You understand, Porter?
- It's my money.
- Wrong, Porter.
It's our money, Porter.
Me and my partner's money. You
be a good boy, we'll give you a piece.
It'll be easy, Porter.
You got it?
- Yeah, he's got it.
- You understand?
- Take it easy. We'll be in touch.
- Sure, thanks.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ, Porter,
you need to see a doctor.
Yeah.
- It's gonna sting.
- Just clean it up, all right?
- You hold it there.
- Yeah, right.
I'll do it.
Tell me something, Porter.
When did you decide to leave?
Was it that night we slept together?
No.
It was the next day,
when I had to drive you to work.
You could've asked me to quit.
You could've asked me
to drive you somewhere else.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Thanks.
Does it fit?
Oh, yeah. Like it was made for me.
It'll look great in your casket.
You know what I think?
I think that all those stories
about you being dead were true.
You're just too thickheaded to admit it.
Porter. God, I missed you.
I miss you.
- Don't, don't, don't...
- No, I have...
I can't. I got...
...stuff to do. I got...
Porter.
Where is he?
Porter. Where is he?
He's in the bedroom.
Is he hurt bad?
The doctor should be here any minute.
That's bullshit.
Porter. Here I come, pally.
- Porter!
- Shit. Hey!
Goddamn!
Get in there!
Where is he?
He's gone, he's gone. He's gone.
Gone, huh?
I know you.
You're that whore from the picture.
How do you know him?
He used to drive me.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm driving you now, honey.
You know what you are?
- Educate me.
- Okay.
An ugly pig who beats up women...
...on account he can't get it up...
...because he's terrified
of his own shadow!
- Is that right?
- Yup.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
Then I guess you must be the lucky girl.
Sweetie, I am gonna fuck you
six ways from Sunday.
Jesus.
I forgot my cigarettes.
All right, Val.
This syndicate, or Outfit or whatever
you call it, it's got a head man, right?
Who is it?
They'll kill me, Porter.
What do you think I'm gonna do?
Worry about me.
Ah! Goddamn.
Names. Come on.
Fairfax and Carter. Fairfax and Carter.
They run the whole city.
- Fairfax and Carter.
- Where do I find them?
Fairfax isn't in town right now.
What about Carter?
Where is he? Is he in town?
Porter, it won't do you any good.
They're gonna-- Jesus, you moth--!
Frederick Carter Investments.
120 Commerce Avenue.
Hey, thanks. Give me that.
All right!
All right! I'll help you out.
You're fucking nuts going up
against the Outfit for 70 grand...
- ...but I'm gonna help you out.
- Yeah?
Here. Keep talking.
Thanks. I...
I can get you in there.
Place is tighter than a drum.
- How many guys in there?
- Well--
It's tighter than hell.
They got only one guy on the outside,
though. So I got a way around that.
You are crazy.
You're a crazy son of a bitch!
- That's why I love you.
- Yeah.
You got a light?
You got a light?
- No. No.
- Well, then what good are you?
Wait!
Rosie.
Rosie.
Is your name on the lease?
The Outfit.
The Outfit pays for everything.
I want you to gather everything up that
you need. Say goodbye to this place.
Okay?
I told you he'd show up.
- Give me my goddamn money, please.
- Yeah, give me my money too.
- Give me my goddamn money.
- You sure that's him?
That's him, come on.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Yeah, there you go.
What you up to, buddy?
Well, our money's in there.
- If you're still interested.
- Not in the dough...
...but the boat I'm gonna buy with it.
What's he doing here?
It's a ride-along, Porter.
You see, your piece of the pie
just got a little smaller.
But don't worry,
I'll leave you some crust.
What are you waiting for, Porter?
Go get it.
Go get our money.
You guys do me a favor?
We're here to help, buddy.
They're probably gonna frisk me when
I go in. Would you hold onto this?
- Jesus.
- You know...
...just for a little while.
Sure, Porter.
Hey. Nice balance.
Douche bag.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I wanna see Mr. Carter.
- And who are you?
Tell him I'm the guy
that whacked Val Resnick.
I'm sorry, I don't--
Didn't copy. Repeat.
Right.
Mr. Carter will see you.
Turn around so I can frisk you.
So you popped old Val, huh?
Thanks. Left pocket.
- Saving up?
- Yeah, every little bit helps.
Follow me.
Bravo. Sit down.
My compliments.
They were two of my best.
No, they lull too easy.
Forty-eight.
There's something you want from me.
Val Resnick gave you $130,000.
Paid us. It was a debt.
Well, $70,000 of it was mine,
and I want it back.
I'm sorry, Resnick told me, but I
seem to have misplaced your name.
- Porter.
- Porter. Right.
I won't forget it again.
The Outfit is not unreasonable, Porter.
But no corporation in the world
would agree to what you're asking.
What about Fairfax?
Will he give me my money?
Resnick told you quite a bit, didn't he?
Fairfax will tell you the same thing I have.
We're not authorized
to do things like this.
Who is? Who makes the decisions?
- Well, a committee would in this case.
- No, no.
One man. You go high enough,
you always come to one man. Who?
Yeah, Fred Carter.
I wanna talk to Bronson.
Yeah, sorry to bother you...
...but I have a problem.
There's a man in my office with a gun...
...who says he's gonna kill me
if the Outfit doesn't pay him $130,000.
Seventy thousand.
Seven-- It's 70.
Let-- Let me talk to him.
Her.
He wants to speak to you.
The speaker.
This is Bronson.
How much is this guy Carter
worth to you?
"Worth." What do you mean?
Either I get my money or I'll kill Carter.
- I don't like to be threatened.
- I'm not threatening you.
- I'm threatening Carter.
- Touché.
An audacious man. Who are you?
My money, yes or no?
No.
Carter? Carter?
Carter, what's happening?
Get some people down
to Commerce Street. Now.
Carter?
Speak to me. Carter?
You just don't get it,
do you, you dumb fuck?
I sure hope you're talking to him
and not me.
Carter? Carter!
I just croaked Carter. I want you
to call Fairfax and tell him that.
Smoke them if you got them, asshole.
You've got 24 hours left. That's one day
to get your tiny little world in order.
Do you understand that, sweetheart?
Do you?
Porter, Porter, Porter,
give me my money.
- I see him. Right there, right there.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- I don't see any cash.
- They write you a check?
They gave me the runaround.
I have to see another guy.
Last one. Then we got a dead woman
and assault to talk to you about.
That means more paperwork, Porter,
and we don't like paperwork.
Damn shame, Porter.
But don't let the bastards
get you down.
That's right, Porter. Don't give up.
Can I have my piece back?
Oh, yeah.
Nice roscoe, Porter.
Heavy enough to be a nutcracker.
We'll be in touch, Rocky.
- Keep up the good work.
- Rocky? Where'd you get Rocky?
Good to have you back in town, Mr. Fairfax.
Wish I could say I was glad.
I was swimming with the dolphins
this morning.
Easy. It's genuine alligator, for God's
sake. What's the matter with you?
Sorry, Mr. Fairfax.
- Hello, Mr. Fairfax.
- How's it going, Charlie?
Between us and our neighbourhood cops,
I'd say we got him pretty well covered.
Walter, wake up.
Walter? Wake up!
Keep those bags up, boys.
- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the reason you're back early.
You're Porter?
That's right. Keep those bags
above shoulder level.
You drop them and I'll drill you.
Well, what'll you have me do?
Stand on my head?
No.
I want you to do me a favor
and call Mrs. Bronson.
- See what we can do about my money.
- Well...
...she let Carter die.
But that poor bucktooth bastard's
probably better off dead anyway.
She'd probably let me die too.
No. With Carter,
she thought I was bluffing.
Try her.
All right.
You two are fired.
Hello. Yes, it's like this.
I'm standing in my living room.
There's a man named Porter...
...who says that he expects you
to pay him sooner or later.
Yes. Of course.
She wants to talk to you.
Put her on the speaker.
This is Porter.
I should probably have you
shoot Fairfax...
...and then hire you
to run the city for me.
Too bad you're just a punk
with the right balls-to-brains ratio.
Honey, I wouldn't even
get out of bed for 130 grand.
You people aren't listening.
It's not 130 grand--
No, you listen.
You got no place to go, Porter.
You're finished. Do you get
what I'm talking about?
- Fairfax? Fairfax?
- Hey, what the hell are you doing?
- Are you okay?
- Yes. No.
It's all right. He's just
killing my alligator bags...
...and shooting holes in my suit.
Man, that's just mean!
Okay, Porter, I give up. Where
do you wanna pick up your money?
King's Cross station.
Send one man
with a blue backpack full of cash.
I'll be on the platform.
What's the name of the stop?
It's the end of the line.
For you too, sweetheart.
You just signed your own
death warrant for $130,000.
I don't-- I don't get that. What is it?
- The principle or something, huh?
- No.
I just want my money back.
And it's only 70.
Seventy?
What do you mean, it's only 70?
It's only 70,000?
Hell, my suits are worth
more than that!
Listen to this: "Ocean Ray Sundancer.
Vacuum-flush head.
Eighty thousand bucks."
- I'm telling you, he ain't gonna have it.
- You wanna bet?
No, I don't wanna bet.
I'm out 150 already.
A hundred and fifty
ain't getting my damn boat.
- He better come down with something.
- Hey, hey.
Hicks. Leary.
We're Holland and Van Owen.
Internal Affairs.
You boys wanna back off?
We're on a stakeout.
- You wanna step out of the car, please?
- What for?
I think you better step out of the car,
detectives.
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
Is this your badge, detective?
The one you reported missing?
- Yeah, where'd you find it?
- Where exactly did you lose it?
Does this belong to you?
It's Porter. Follow him.
I got that motherfucker.
Hey.
Get in, Porter.
Close the door.
Now set the roscoe on the floor.
Slow!
See, I am gonna turn you in
to the Outfit for a reward.
Maybe they'll be so impressed, they'll
ask me to join, and I'll be on easy street.
Medical. Dental.
I'm just-- I'm gonna walk you right in.
Porter on the hoof.
Unless you get rambunctious.
Then I'll have to take care of you myself.
You're not gonna
fucking kill me, are you?
Let him go!
Now.
Hubba-hubba-hubba.
Hey. Hey. Hey, Porter!
Hey!
Hey, come on!
Hey, handsome.
This is a loading zone.
So move me.
So move.
You Porter?
Over there by your buddy. U-turn.
We're taking a new position. Get in.
- Where to?
- Relax and you'll survive this.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Take the next left.
You know, I think I fucked you once.
Oh, yeah?
What do you think the odds
are on twice?
Okay, I'll meet you
at the el in 10 minutes.
I'll be there.
I don't think your odds are good.
Have you got anything to say?
No, thank you.
Well, then just stay here.
Don't move.
You got any friends
I should know about?
You should try the men's room.
Hey.
Porter?
Step back here. Come on.
The guy says you should drink this.
- What guy?
- Me.
Take it in your right hand.
Sit down.
Where's your piece?
- Lunchbox.
- Open it.
Close it.
Get on the train.
What--?
Here it is.
Open it.
It's all there. 130 grand.
It's 70, you dumb bastards. Open it.
Hey, Phil.
Jesus, how'd he make it?
Come on! Move it!
You think you can make
everything okay, don't you?
How strong are you, Porter?
You know, this may
sound crazy, Porter, but...
You just don't get it,
do you, you dumb...
We'll hit them on Friday.
Someone ought to give me a PhD.
What are you gonna do, kill me?
Please. Allow me.
What is it,
the principle or something, huh?
You look pretty good for a dead guy.
Baby, we gotta get you out of here.
Come with me.
Come on, baby, we gotta go.
Come on. Porter? Come on! Come on!
Porter?
Fuck! Goddamn it!
Porter?
Rosie.
Rosie. Rosie.
- Come on. Yeah.
- Rosie.
- Help me up.
- You're okay. Okay.
- The backpack. The backpack.
- I got it, I got it.
- I gotta get you to a hospital.
- No hospitals.
I know a guy.
- Is he a doctor?
- No.
No.
Tell me where to go.
Just drive, baby.