No, I am not wrong.
...Green tried to stonewall her.
ANNA: I will see that you don't get away with this.
So, she sued him in court.
The court will now hear the matter of Anna Scott...
against Tangiers Corporation and its President, Philip Green.
OBERON: Oberon on behalf of Mr. Green. LOGAN: Logan on behalf of Anna Scott.
JUDGE: Mr. Oberon, you can proceed. OBERON: Thank you.
I believe he was fair, and I'm delighted with the decision.
We got a problem.
It didn't go too well.
Green has to open up the books...
has to show how he got the financing.
That's not good.
NlCKY: She was doing pretty good with her lawsuit.
But before she could start counting her money...
the boys back home decided to settle the case out of court.
So they sent me.
REPORTER: Any comment on the murder of Anna Scott?
What are you talking about?
REPORTER: She was found last night shot in the head.
MAN: Was this just a real estate partnership?
MAN 2: Her lawyer said you were partners.
We were involved in minor real estate deals many years ago.
It was never a partnership.
MAN: Did you ever hear of the.22 calibre killer?
SAM: Now, Instead of the cops only looking at Nicky...
they started looking at Green, too.
And he was supposed to be our squeaky-clean front man.
I had to start giving interviews to make sure everybody knew...
the casino was on the up-and-up.
So how often do you really fill in for him?
Green's here about two or three times a month...
and he's busy with other real estate deals, and things.
So in Green's absence, then, you're the boss?
I serve at the pleasure of the Chairman of the Board.
My responsibilities are to run the day-to-day operations.
So day-to-day, then, you're the boss?
Well, in a sense, you could say that I am the boss...
when Mr. Green is away.
You could say that.
PAT: Have you read this?
About Mr. Rothstein.
It says, "The Midwest bookmaker with mob ties...
"says that he is the real boss of the $100 million Tangiers casino empire."
PAT: Do you believe that? OFFlClAL: Did he really say that?
Why, of course he really said that. It's right here.
Has that man even filed for his licence yet?
I don't know. We have to check the files.
Without getting your shorts in a knot, would you do that?
And check closely, 'cause we may have to kick a kike's ass out of town.
PAT: Thank you.
A Gaming Control Board investigation of Tangiers executive...
Sam Rothstein's application for a gaming licence is underway.
Rothstein, who heads the Tangiers casino operation and is a boyhood friend...
of Las Vegas mob boss Nicky Santoro...
could lose his ability to work in the casino....
[Phone rings]
Hello?
I gotta meet Charlie the Banker right away at your house, okay? I gotta meet Clean Face right away. What about the Chez Paris?
You gotta make a reservation. It's all booked up.
NlCKY: No, it's okay.
I don't want a meeting at my house. It's impossible. It's booked up, and it's very difficult to get in.
I'll come in from the golf course side. See you at six. It's okay, I'll use the service entrance. I'll see you at nine.
All right.
The battle between state gaming officials and Tangiers casino boss...
Sam "Ace" Rothstein is heating up.
Tonight, a look at Ace Rothstein's attempt to get state licensing...
despite law-enforcement allegations of Rothstein's organised crime connections.
Will Sam Rothstein's friendship with organised crime figure, Nicky Santoro...
keep Rothstein from running the Tangiers casino?
And can the integrity of state gaming laws be jeopardised by a boyhood friendship?
SAM: Why don't you take it easy on that stuff?
Come on. Let me help you down.
We're talking about some stuff.
NEWSCASTER: At 6:00, will a boyhood friendship...
unseat Rothstein as the Tangiers casino boss?
Exclusive on the KBBO special news report.
Go down. Just go downstairs.
You can't let this concern you, Ace. Don't worry about that stuff.
It's just a political witch hunt.
SAM: Do you want something to drink?
-Charlie, you want a refill? -Yeah, that would be great.
I don't want nothing. Hi, Mr. Clark. I've been trying to reach you.
-You're tougher to get than the President. -I've been busy.
Yeah? At least you could return my phone calls, though.
Listen, Nicky, we talked about this.
And I explained to you that you might have to take some kind of loss.
Yeah.
I think I want my money back.
What are you gonna do, strong-arm me?
I think you've gotten the wrong impression about me.
I think, in all fairness...
I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do.
Tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk to the bank...
and walk in and see, and if you don't have my money for me...
I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everybody.
And just about the time that I'm coming out ofjail...
hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma.
And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again.
'Cause I'm fucking stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail.
That's my business. That's what I do.
We know what you do.
You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
You can't talk to me like that.
NlCKY: You fat lrish prick!
You put my money to sleep. Get it, or I'll put your brain to sleep.
Never mind Sam. This is personal.
I'll be there in the morning. You can try me, fatso.
-You think he got the point? -What are you doing?
He's a square guy, for Christ's sakes. He's gonna run to the FBl.
That prick's been dodging me for three weeks.
-You're trying to tell me what to do? -I'm not trying to tell you what to do.
You're way out of line. Where's your head?
Where's my head? Where's your fucking balls?
I'm trying to put something big together. You know what I'm talking about.
If you're acting like this now, how can I depend on you?
A lot of things gonna change. If you wanna be there with me...
you're gonna have to go my way.
You got to understand my situation. I'm responsible for thousands of people.
SAM: I got $100 million a year going through the place.
It's all over if I don't get that licence.
Believe me, if it goes bad for me, it's gonna go bad for a lot of people.
Forget about your fucking licence.
I plant my own flag out here, you ain't gonna need a licence.
I don't know what it is, but the more I talk to you...
the more I feel like you just don't want to go along with me.
-No, I don't want to come along with you. -All right.
I don't want to be involved in anything you're talking about, okay?
I want to run a square joint. I just want my licence.
I want everything quiet. That's it!
Quiet like this? "I'm the boss"? That's quiet?
It's taken out of context. I had no control.
Ronnie and Billy will tell you exactly what happened.
Back home that looks bad.
Looks bad? Every time you're on television, I get mentioned. That looks bad.
What the fuck happened to you?
-What happened to you? You lost control? -I lost control?
You're fucking walking around like John Barrymore.
A pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control?
I don't wanna bring this up, but you treat people with disrespect. Even your own wife.
My wife? What does she have to do with this?
She was upset about a lot of things, especially that Lester Diamond incident.
You're the shoulder to cry on? Did you tell her about your role in that?
No, that's not the fucking point.
The point is, she's upset, and you've got a problem.
I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of my personal life.
You wouldn't like it if I did it to you.
She came to talk to me. Was I supposed to throw her out?
Stay away from her. It's none of your business.
A week ago it was. Now it's not. When you need me, you need me.
Right, the way you need me to vouch for you as a citizen.
I'm gonna have to straighten out what you did with this guy.
This guy's gonna run to the FBl.
NlCKY: Your head's bigger than your casino. That's your problem.
SAM: I knew what he wanted and I didn't want any part of it.
He wanted to take over.
He wanted to go after Gaggi, the skim, everything and everybody.
He also stopped asking permission from back home for every little thing.
A casino boss and his wife were killed. The bulls questioned Nicky.
A dealer from the Scirocco. They questioned Nicky.
Stool pigeons wound up in the trunks of their cars. They questioned Nicky.
A lawyer.
They questioned Nicky.
When some guys who didn't pay their shylocks began disappearing...
Nicky's name was in every newspaper.
Nicky was questioned in two dozen murders, but they always had to let him go.
There were never any witnesses.
NlCKY: The coppers blamed me for everything that went wrong.
Watch yourself. You're gonna get runned over.
NlCKY: If a guy tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
Be nice.
NlCKY: The bosses were no better.
They complained because things don't run smooth.
In my line of work, things don't run so smooth. I'm sorry.
I'm dealing with degenerate animals out here.
The bosses, what do they give a fuck?
They're sitting on their asses drinking anisette.
Meanwhile, I'm the guy in the trenches.
Fucking bosses think it's a fucking free lunch out here.
Frankie, they found a guy's head in the desert.
You know about that?
I heard.
Everybody's talking about it and making a big deal out of it. It's in all the papers.
What are you gonna do?
That's no good.
Tell him to take care of things a little better.
I'll tell him, Remo.
NlCKY: Fucking bosses smoking their Di Nobilis...
and eating trip' and fucking soffrit', fried pigs' guts...
while if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fucking bus stop.
-What do they care? Long as I send money. -They're complaining.
Let them complain. I'm the one who's here. I do all the work.
NlCKY: Somebody don't like it, fuck them. FRANK: It's up to you.
NlCKY: They want a fucking war? I'm ready.
If I take care of five of those guys, the rest will fall into place.
NlCKY: Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you.
I see you, you motherfuckers.
SAM: Nicky was not only bringing heat on himself, but on me, too.
The FBI watched every move he made, but he just didn't care.
NlCKY: If they're gonna watch me, I'm gonna watch them back.
I spent a few bucks. Top dollar. Who gives a shit?
I got the latest anti-bugging equipment from the same places that sell to the CIA.
I had all the special police frequency radios, FBI de-scramblers, night-vision cameras....
So, the miserable sons of bitches never caught me doing anything I couldn't handle.
SAM: I got my job on the line, he's having the time of his life.
He has every cop in the state watching him, and he's out playing golf.
And at the worst possible time for me.
I had my licence hearing coming up and I didn't want to leave anything to chance.
If I can't work in Vegas, where am I gonna go?
You've been very open with us with the books and papers.
That'll mean a lot when you go before the commission.
-All I ask is a fair hearing. -This honesty will guarantee it.
[Plane engine sputtering]
We'll move on to....
SAM: I want to hear about Kansas City.
What the fuck is this?
Where's this fucking guy gonna land, in the fairway?
They're fucking agents, Frankie. Look at this.
SAM: The Feds were watching Nicky play golf for so long...
they ran out of gas.
Just what I needed, right in front of the control board.
$100, whoever hits the plane.
SAM: If things weren't bad enough...
in comes Piscano, the Kansas City underboss.
He ran the grocery store in Kansas City where they brought the suitcases.
Fighting over those suitcases again. You know what that means?
I gotta take another trip to Vegas. It's gonna cost me another couple grand.
SAM: He ran it with his brother-in-law...
but he mostly complained about his trips to Vegas to his brother-in-law and mother.
You gotta lay down the law, or they'll make a fool out of you.
I write it all down. Every fucking nickel goes down.
-What's the matter with you? -Everything's here.
-Since when do you talk like that? -I'm sorry.
Nance gives me trouble, I'll take the eyes out of his freaking head.
-Again. -I didn't curse, I said, "freaking head."
-That's enough. -I'm sorry.
SAM: What happens next, you can't believe it.
Who'd believe the FBI had a wire in the place...
Iooking for information about some old homicide...
about some guy who was whacked out God knows when over God knows what?
What prevents him with the suitcases from taking what he wants?
Nance brings back two suitcases from the Tangiers. What about three or four?
We've got nobody in the room to watch. That's the law.
We can't even go into the count room to watch our money.
He's got his people in there. They could all be in on it together.
I'll find out. If it's Green himself, I'll bury that bastard.
I never trusted him. I got eyes behind my head.
They trust that scumbag. I don't.
I'll hit the two of them in the head with a shovel.
MA: Take it easy.
Ma, I'm sorry. They're beating me left and right.
ARTlE: I'm sorry. I'm upset.
I know, but that's enough.
You know what they're doing to me. I can't take this no more.
MA: Take it easy. You'll get a heart attack. ARTlE: I know. I'm too upset.
SAM: The damn thing is, they hear all this stuff...
about Las Vegas, casinos, and suitcases...
and that's it.
[Sentimental swing music]
ARTlE: Everything's coming out of my pocket. I gotta pay.
SAM: Would you believe this could happen?
ARTlE: I'm in this to make money, not lose it.
SAM: Every FBI man across the country had their ears open now.
ARTlE: If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself.
SAM: Piscano, this guy, basically sunk the whole world.
MA: There are some that are good and some that are bad.
COUNSELLOR: Members of the Commission...
Mr. Rothstein is pleased to be here today.
SAM: When the day finally came, I was ready.
I felt so confident that all I had to do was present my case.
COUNSELLOR: We have documents, one of which is a report by retired FBl agents...
which completely absolves Mr. Rothstein from any wrongdoing.
-Counsellor, before you continue... -I want to have this marked....
...this Commission acts on a motion denying the Rothstein application.
COUNSELLOR: Denying? SENATOR: Do I hear a motion seconded?
Mr. Chairman, I second the motion.
Do I have a vote on the motion?
-Aye! -Aye!
Aye!
The ayes have it. This hearing is adjourned.
-You have to be kidding. -Adjourned? What do you mean?
Senator, you promised me a hearing. You didn't even look at the FBl reports.
When you were my guest at the Tangiers Hotel, didn't you promise me a fair hearing?
SENATOR: I was never your guest. SAM: Never my guest? I never comped you?
I don't comp you at least three times a month?
I'd like to answer that at this time.
Mr. Rothstein is being very typical to this point. He's lying.
The only time I was at the Tangiers was a dinner with Barney Greenstein.
Was I at the dinner?
SENATOR: You were wandering around.
SAM: Was I at that dinner? SENATOR: You were wandering.
SENATOR: You were in the building. SAM: I was in the building?
You know damn well I was there. You swore I would have a fair hearing.
Did you not?
Tell me I was at least at the dinner. Allow me that much.
SAM: Give me that much at least! SENATOR: Yes, you were.
Thanks for not calling me a liar, you son of a bitch.
A routine licensing hearing turned into bedlam yesterday...
when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein...
accused top gaming officials of corruption.
...promised me a fair hearing when you were comped at my hotel?
And you asked for copies of your bill to put on your expense account.
In a wild outburst that followed his gaming licence denial...
Bullshit!
...Rothstein followed several...
stunned commissioners into the hallway where he continued his harangue...
until his own lawyers and friends urged him to leave.
You have a past. I have a past. My past is no worse than yours.
You guys think you have the right to pass judgement!
NEWSREADER: Long suspected of running Tangiers without a licence...
yesterday's hearing was to determine if someone with Rothstein's history...
was qualified to officially hold a top gaming post.
REMO: Fucking hypocrites!
-What the hell's he gonna do now? -I don't know.
What's he doing?
He knows all those guys he yelled at are friends of ours.
What's the matter with him, making all this mess?
Maybe he could run things with another job title.
Won't be the best, but what are we gonna do?
REMO: However he runs things, it's gotta be quiet. Let him hide upstairs in the office.
Say he's a janitor. I don't give a shit.
But please, whatever job he takes, make sure it's something quiet.
ANNOUNCER: [On TV] Ladies and gentlemen...
the Tangiers Hotel proudly presents the all-new...
Sam Rothstein show, Aces High.
Tonight, taped live from the all-new sports book...
we present the premiere showing of Aces High...
with the Sasha Semenoff Orchestra...
and the Sam Rothstein dancers!
Mr. Rothstein is a professional gambler and the best U.S. football handicapper.
A man who will take you inside the real Las Vegas as no one has ever done before.
Now, the new entertainment director of the Tangiers Hotel Casino...
Mr. Sam Rothstein.
[Audience applauding]
[Band playing upbeat dance music]
Welcome to the Sam Rothstein show. We're happy to have you here this evening.
The young lady to my left is Trudy...
who is a lead new dancer in our fabulous show from Paris.
Our first guest this evening...
is Frankie Avalon.
PAT: Keep an eye on him. FRANKlE: I've got a large family.
SAM: How many kids do you have?
I'm very proud to say, eight children.
-That's amazing. -There's nothing to it. It was my pleasure.
[Audience laughing]
PHlLlP: Ace, don't do it.
Jesus.
He's juggling!
SAM: Let's not take County Commissioner Pat Webb too seriously.
I recently challenged him to a debate on this program, and he declined.
What are you worried about, Pat? You don't have to send me any questions.
You can ask me anything you want.
ANDY: What the hell is he doing on television?
He's on all night, screaming about taking his lawsuit to the Supreme Court.
He really must be crazy. He's gonna go to Washington with this?
He's out of his fucking mind.
It's a pity we have such hypocrisy. Some people do what they want.
Other people have to pay through the nose. Such is life.
Andy, go see him. Tell him maybe it's time he should quit.
SAM: First, what they did was totally unconstitutional.
SAM: We're on the list to be heard before the U.S. Supreme Court.
These guys don't care about the Supreme Court.
They want things to quiet down. They want you to walk away.
Walk away? Andy, you can't be serious. Don't you see what's at stake?
The old man said maybe your friend should give in.
When the old man says "maybe," that's like a papal bull.
Not only should you quit, you should run.
Every time they mention my name in the papers, they mention Nicky, too.
How the fuck does that help?
The heat he brought down is murder.
The police department was cooperative.
They're pissed off. Nobody can make a move anymore.
What do you do about that?
-What are you proposing? -I don't know. He doesn't listen to me.
Maybe he should get lost for a while. Would that be so bad?
-They ain't sending Nicky nowhere. -lf he took a break...
it would give everybody time to manoeuvre.
I would forget about the manoeuvre. I would just get out.
[Sighs]
I can't do that.
SAM: Of course, as soon as Andy got home, Nicky heard about our talk in the car.
Next morning, bright and early, I get the call.
I've got to do some shopping. Want to go?
SAM: Getting a call from Nicky wasn't easy anymore.
Even the codes didn't work. So we figured out another act.
If a phone's tapped, the Feds can only listen in on the stuff involving crimes.
On routine calls, they have to click off after a few minutes.
GlNGER: I got a sprained fucking elbow.
Meet me at 3:00.
-At Caesar's? -100 yards further down the road.
-Why? -Don't ask questions. Just be there.
Suzy Cream Cheese has the same outfit.
GlNGER: I saw something.
Something very cute.
AGENT: Okay, he's out. It's the ant. Brown unit.
He's with the bogey. I think it's Frankie.
SAM: Nicky started out before me...
because it wasn't that easy for him to get around anymore.
Nicky couldn't even go for a ride without changing cars...
at least six times before he could shake all his tails.
Because of the planes, he had to use underground garages.
[Upbeat rock music]
SAM: Meeting in the desert always made me nervous.
It's a scary place.
I knew about the holes in the desert, of course.
And everywhere I looked, there could have been a hole.
Normally, my prospects of coming back alive...
from a meeting with Nicky were 99 out of 100.
But this time, when I heard him say a couple of hundred yards down the road...
I gave myself 50-50.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
Where the fuck you get off talking to people behind my back?
-What people? -Did you think I wouldn't find out?
I don't even know what you're talking about.
You said I'm bringing heat on you? I gotta listen to people because of you?
You're ordering me out? You better get your own fucking army!
I didn't order you or anybody.
I told Andy Stone that you had heat, and that was a problem.
You want me to get out of my own fucking town?
Yeah, let the bullshit blow over so I can run the casino.
Anything goes wrong with the casino, it's my ass, not yours.
You know that you only have your fucking casino because I made that possible!
I'm what counts out here.
Not your fucking country clubs or your fucking TV shows.
And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow?
I get calls from back home every day. They think you went batshit!
I'm only on TV because I gotta be able to hang around the casino.
You could've had the food-and-beverage job without going on TV!
-You wanted to go on TV. -Yeah, I wanted to go on TV.
That way I have a forum. I can fight back. I'm known.
They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown.
You're making a spectacle of yourself.
I wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you.
You brought down so much heat on me.
Every time I meet somebody, they ask me if I know you.
Sure, now you wanna blame your fucking licence on me.
When you asked me if you could come out here...
what did I tell you? I knew you'd come out no matter what I said. Do you remember?
Back up a fucking minute here. One minute.
I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here?
NlCKY: Get this through your head, you Jew motherfucker!
You only exist out here because of me! That's the only reason!
Without me, you personally....
Every fucking wise guy still around will take a piece of your fucking Jew ass!
Then where you gonna go? You're fucking warned.
Don't go over my fucking head again, you motherfucker, you!
[Rhythmic pop music]
Well, we got company.
Did you see that?
Dumb Jew motherfucker. Grew up together, and he acts like he doesn't know me.
I know we're supposed to avoid each other, but there's ways to do things.
Fuck him.
To Abraham Lincoln.
Forget about it. Don't let it bother you.
Does it look like it's bothering me? Why do I give a fuck?
Oscar, too. All the money I gave him, that prick.
He didn't even look over. What's his fucking problem?
-Fucking Jews stick together, don't they? -They're having a good time.
So are we.
[Phone ringing]
Yeah?
-Sam, we got a problem. -What is it?
BlLLY: The little guy. Nobody told him he was eighty-sixed from the joint.
We turned our heads and made out like we didn't know who he was.
He's over at the 21 table with his nose wide open.
He took money out of his own kick. His nose is open for about $10,000.
Now he's really pissed.
-He wants a $50,000 marker. -Just give him $10,000.
That's it. I'll be right down.
He's gonna come up with $10,000 just the way you want.
No, I said fucking $50,000!
Go get it. I don't give a fuck where you get it.
Fuckers. They take it but don't wanna give it back.
[Upbeat rock music]
How the fuck can you grin?
You know how much I'm stuck? Do you give a fuck?
Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.
Look at this beaut they put in now.
NlCKY: Sherbert send you in here to rob me now?
Been fucking knocking everybody's dick in all night? Been beating the customers?
Jag-off. Hit me.
Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass.
Hit me again.
Take this one and stick it up your sister's ass. Hit me again.
Keep looking at him. If you had any heart at all, you'd be stealing for a living.
Hit me again! What the fuck you keep looking at him for?
You fucking.... Look at this, 20 paints in a row. Hit me again.
NlCKY: You should pay as fast as you collect, you know.
-You gotta get out of here. -Tell this motherfucker to pay that marker.
You're not listening. I'm here to help you. You're gonna bury us both.
-Just give me the money. -I'm gonna okay you $10,000, that's it.
Then you gotta get out before the cops are all over you.
$10,000 and that's it.
What are you staring at, you bald-headed Jew prick?
-Come on. Let's get out of here. -Sue me, you Jew fuck!
NlCKY: Get out of here? I got a marker coming. Deal.
I know, but everything's changed now. You're talking about a divorce.
You're asking for alimony payments and child support, and now custody.
I just want what any divorced woman would get.
She's only sober about two hours a day.
It's usually from 1 1:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.
If I gave her her money and her jewels, she's gonna piss it all away in a year.
Where would you be then? Coming right back to me...
or finding some other excuse to come....
We had a deal. Remember that?
He said if it didn't work out between us, I could get my things and leave.
Look in my eyes.
SAM: You know me.
Do you see anything that makes you think I would ever let...
someone in your condition take my child away from me?
Do you?
You know that won't happen.
SAM: And after all this time...
and as hard as I tried, as much as I wanted...
I could never reach her.
I could never make her love me.
I always felt she should have gone for all that money...
being somebody for the first time in her life, a home, a kid.
That's not what happened. It didn't work out that way.
Everything all right?
SAM: What could we do?
After a while, we'd just take breathers from each other. Little separations.
At that time, I remember Ginger took Amy and went to Beverly Hills.
She was gonna spend a week shopping.
OPERATOR: Yes, Mr. Rothstein.
The Beverly Hotel in Beverly Hills.
RECEPTlONlST: Hello, Beverly Hotel. SAM: Mrs. Sam Rothstein, please.
RECEPTlONlST: Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein have checked out already.
Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein?
RECEPTlONlST: Yes, they both checked out. SAM: Thank you.
[Phone ringing]
Hello.
My wife is with an old friend of hers in L.A.
Some lowlife named Lester Diamond.
My daughter's with them. They're gonna try and kidnap her.
SAM: Is there anybody you can send? MAN: We'll take care of it.
[Doorbell rings]
We got a number and an address.
SAM: Hello. Is this Lester?
Who's calling?
This is Sam Rothstein. I want to talk to Ginger.
She's not here, Sam.
Listen to me very carefully. I want to talk to Ginger.
I want my kid back. I want her put on a plane immediately.
SAM: I know she's there. Don't fuck around. LESTER: I wouldn't.
You shouldn't do this.
SAM: You understand? Put her on the fucking phone.
Sam, I don't know where she is.
LESTER: So, listen, can I call you back in a few minutes?
SAM: 702-472-1862.
LESTER: I'll call back. SAM: Right away.
-Right back. -You got it.
Schmuck. All right, I just bought us a few minutes.
LESTER: You want to get back at this prick?
LESTER: You got what, $2 million in that box?
You got a minute? He's got $2 million in the box, right?
You let him keep your jewels. We take the cash...
and the only other thing he cares about. Her majesty.
We go to Europe. You dye your hair.
I don't want to go to Europe. I want to go to see The Elephant Man.
We're going to Europe. Let the adults talk. You dye your hair.
You get plastic surgery like we talked about.
How much you think he'll pay to get this kid back?
AMY: I don't want to go to Europe. LESTER: Shut your mouth.
AMY: You shut up. LESTER: Want me to come over?
LESTER: I'll smack your face. Don't give me your shit!
This has always been a dream, but now we're going.
-Lester, he called you here. -Right. Ace was on the phone.
-I just talked to him. -So he knows where you are.
That means he's sending some guys over here now.
It means he's sitting by the phone, like a dumbbell....
GlNGER: Yeah, he's sitting by the phone waiting for you to call him back!
What are we gonna do? He's probably got guys outside the fucking house!
-It's this fucking bullshit of yours! -Get your bag! Let's go!
-What bullshit? You want to talk it over? -Are you done yakking?
Go! Get in the car!
Just relax. Nobody's killing anybody.
GlNGER: I think he's gonna kill me. NlCKY: Relax.
Call me back here in exactly an hour on this phone. I'll see what I can do.
I'll call you back in an hour at this number...
-and you'll be there, right? -I'll be here.
Listen, don't do anything else crazy. You all right?
Okay, bye.
GlNGER: Knock it off. LESTER: She started it.
She started the whole thing.
-Don't even think you're gonna drive. -I'm gonna drive.
SAM: I'm not gonna drive with a crazy woman.
You're driving me nuts!
Get on the passenger side! I'm sending this kid to Bolivia in a box!
Can we....
[Pop music plays loudly on radio]
Ginger called me.
Yeah?
NlCKY: I just told you she called me. SAM: What'd she want?
She was afraid to call you.
She's with that cocksucker again. They got Amy.
She wants to come back, but she's afraid you're gonna whack her out.
They're gonna kidnap my kid. What do you want?
I know. Why didn't you come to me? This is family. It ain't business.
Meanwhile, you made calls back home. It makes us look bad out here.
Back and forth, this one and that one.
In the meantime, she's gone anyway. Am I right?
What am I going to do with this woman?
SAM: Driving me fucking crazy. NlCKY: I think if you...
assure her that she's gonna be all right, she'll come back.
Driving me fucking crazy.
NlCKY: Once you get her here, think about it.
Wait till you get the kid back. She wants to come back.
That's the main thing here.
You want your kid, don't you?
[Phone rings]
SAM: Hello.
Hi, it's me. Just who you wanted to talk to, right?
Listen, I'm not gonna ask you where you are.
Just, please, put Amy on a plane to get her here right away.
SAM: That's all I'm asking. GlNGER: Do you....
I mean, I don't think she should go by herself.
What do you mean?
What I mean is--
Do you think if I came back....
Do you think you could forgive me?
I gotta tell you, I don't know.
I understand that.
I know I fucked up.
-What about the money? Where's the box? -I gotta tell you...
I made some mistakes, and I spent some money.
SAM: What's it under? GlNGER: Pretty serious.
SAM: How serious? GlNGER: It's under $25,000.
SAM: It's under $25,000? GlNGER: Yeah.
SAM: The $2 million is still there? GlNGER: Yeah, I got the rest.
Okay, no big deal. That's okay.
He got his $25,000.
That I'll live with. Any more, I couldn't.
Okay.
All right, all right. Where are you? I'll send a plane for you right away.
Hi, Sam.
So what'd you do with it?
With what?
With the money.
He needed some clothes.
$25,000 for clothes?
He wanted a watch, too.
$25,000 for clothes and a watch?
GlNO: Good evening, signora. This way.
SAM: The good part was I had Amy back.
So we went home, had the housekeeper stay over, put the kid to bed.
I calmed myself down, and we went to dinner.
I tried to keep things nice and civil...
but $25, 000 for three suits?
That doesn't make much sense.
First of all, he's not gonna wear $1,000 suits.
Let's say he did, which he won't.
How you gonna get fitted for 25 suits in three days?
I mean, how could you get fitted that fast?
I can't get fitted that fast, and I pay twice as much.
I bought him a watch, too.
But even if you bought him a really nice watch, one that he thought was nice...
he doesn't know what the fuck a good watch is.
Say you go $5,000 to $12,000 at the most, which is impossible for him.
Plus, at the most, three suits, $1,000 apiece. That still leaves what?
-Around $10,000? -Would you knock it off, Sam?
SAM: I'm just trying to figure it out. GlNGER: There's nothing to figure out.
I'm home. We're working it out.
But I've been told before, "We're working it out."
You think that you're home...
after what you just put me through with Amy, is a favour to me?
Counting the watch, let's say another $4,000 for expenses this weekend...
of which you must have had a good time.
I know he did. That's for sure.
I know that fucking piece of shit had a good fucking time.
On my money.
You might as well have fucked him, which you probably did anyway.
You're looking at me a certain way.
You're teary-eyed.
You're upset. You're a good actress, you know that?
Good fucking actress.
SAM: You can fucking get pity out of people.
I'm not a john. You understand?
You always thought I was, but I'm not. And I'm not a sucker.
That fucking pimp cocksucker.
He's lucky I didn't kill him last time.
SAM: Lucky he's fucking living. If you would have stayed with Amy...
and you had run away, he would have been dead.
Both of you. Dead.
Dead.
GlNGER: No, it isn't fair.
He doesn't come home at night. What is the big fucking deal?
I go.... Listen, I just can't fucking take it.
Why should I fucking take it? That wasn't the deal.
He acts like I'm the only one around here with a fucking past.
He'll never let me live it down.
Well, yes, I have tried. Of course I've tried.
What the fuck do you think I came back here for?
No, I'm not. I want to have him killed.
GlNGER: I want him killed. I've had it.
So are you with me on this?
You want to get rid of me? Here I am.
Go ahead. Get rid of me.
SAM: Hello. GlNGER: Yes, I do!
GlNGER: I fucking hate you! I can't take it anymore!
Yes, I want to kill you! I hate your fucking guts!
SAM: You hate my guts? I want you to come with me now!
SAM: I want you out of here!
Take your fucking bag and get out of here!
I'll go, but I want my money right now!
-You'll get your money! Don't worry. -The arrangement is over.
SAM: No kidding! GlNGER: And I still get my money.
I need some cash now! You can't just put me in the street!
You've never been straight with me ever since I met you!
You never even loved me in the first place!
I need eyes in the back of my head with you, you bitch!
How could I love you? You treat me like I'm your fucking dog!
SAM: You're lower than a dog! GlNGER: Fuck you!
Here! Is this enough money?
Will it last you two fucking days? Take it!
Greedy bitch. Take the fucking money. I'm going to the bank...
-and I'm getting my jewellery, too! -lt opens at 9:00 a.m. Be there.
Don't send your guys down there to stop me! I mean it!
I guarantee you, I will not stop you.
You're not getting rid of me with one fucking suitcase!
Come back tomorrow and get the rest. Just get out of here.
GlNGER: I'm taking Amy. SAM: You're not.
I am. I'm waking her up right now.
SAM: You're stoned. You're a junkie. Get out of here.
I am not! She's my daughter, too!
SAM: Send my lawyers a letter, god-fucking-damn you!
GlNGER: You're not getting away with this! You're not gonna cut me out of my end!
GlNGER: Fucker!
[Car engine stops]
[Car door closes]
[Approaching footsteps]
SAM: The funny thing was, after all that, I didn't want her to go.
She was the mother of my kid. I loved her.
Later, I realised I didn't want to give her the money because if I did...
I knew I'd never see her again.
Have a good day at school, okay?
Okay, angel.
From now on, I have to know where you and Amy are at all times.
SAM: Here's a beeper.
I want you to keep it on you.
It's very light.
SAM: So I can call you whenever I have to.
Okay?
NlCKY: What are you supposed to do? What do you wanna do?
You want to stay the way you are? You can't do that.
Two people don't get along, at some point you gotta call it....
It's not my business, but I think that's what you gotta do.
You're right. I know.
-I was just-- -What?
-Nothing. -What were you gonna say?
-I don't-- -Tell me what you were gonna say.
Yeah?
I was thinking maybe you know somebody at the bank...
who could help me get my jewellery out?
There's a lot of money in there.
I'd be willing to take care of anybody who helped me out.
Let me think about that.
Let me see who I got. Gotta get somebody I can trust.
You know he's never gonna give me my jewellery.
He holds that key so tight, he's probably got it stuck up his ass.
You're right. That's Sammy.
And he's probably got it there, too.
He's so fucking lucky. I could have buried him.
I could have gone to Europe and taken the baby.
Then he'd have tracked me down, and he'd have killed me.
No, he wouldn't. I would have.
-He'd have been right, too. Seriously. -Come on.
You don't take a guy's kid and then take off.
I didn't. I did, but then I did exactly what you told me to do, and I came back.
You did. You're right. I like that.
-That's what I like, you did the right thing. -I did what you told me to.
-Yes, you did. -You always tell me the right thing to do.
He really fucked himself up out here, didn't he?
-He sure did. -Everything went to his head.
Changed.
-He did. He ain't the same person. -No, he's not.
-He really thinks who the fuck he is. -Exactly.
He hates me.
He hates my fucking guts.
Come on, you're a toughie. You can take this.
NlCKY: Don't cry. GlNGER: I'm not as tough as you think I am.
Yes, you are.
I'm not, and he scares the shit out of me.
-I never know what he's gonna do. -Come on.
-Don't be scared. -I need some help.
I need some help.
You gotta help me.
I need a new sponsor, Nicky.
I do. I need a new sponsor.
-ls that what you want? -Yeah.
-A sponsor? -Yeah.
Okay. Don't worry about it. Nobody will fuck with you anymore.
I'll take care of you.
GlNGER: Thank you. NlCKY: It's what you want, isn't it?
[Sentimental R&B music]
MAN: That's Ace's wife.
MAN 2: This is great for the boss.
[Approaching car]
[Door banging]
GlNGER: Hi. SAM: Hi.
SAM: You didn't answer your beeper. GlNGER: I threw it away.
You threw it away?
I tried to do it. I know that you want me to, but....
I'm driving down the freeway and the fucking thing beeps.
GlNGER: I'm in a restaurant, it's embarrassing.
I don't want to do it anymore. Where's Amy?
SAM: I put her to bed. GlNGER: I got your cigarettes.
GlNGER: Oscar wants you to call him.
SAM: So who'd you go to lunch with? GlNGER: Jennifer.
SAM: Where'd you go? GlNGER: To the Riviera.
What'd you have?
GlNGER: I had a salad. SAM: What did Jennifer have?
She had the same.
Okay.
I want you to call Jennifer...
and I want you to tell her to tell you what you had for lunch.
I'm gonna listen in on the other line.
-Why do you want to do that? -You know why I want to do it.
-Just do it. -Fine.
I just need to get the bowl for my thing.
The line's busy.
There's nobody there.
JENNlFER: Hello? SAM: Hello, Jennifer. It's Sam.
All right. I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.
Who were you with?
I was with somebody.
I know you were with somebody. Who was it?
I just hope it's not someone who I think it might be.
I just hope it's not that.
SAM: I knew she fucked around.
Yeah, she did what she did, and I did what I had to do, but...
Jesus, Nicky was the worst thing she could have done.
What if he won't stop?
SAM: It could get us both killed.
I can back him off.
SAM: She was very convincing when she wanted to be.
And this is how she backed him off.
[Both panting]
Hey, Ginger.
Don't forget, if you're challenged...
if he asks anything, deny everything.
You understand? I don't want him bringing beefs back home.
That could really cause a serious problem.
Got to be careful. He's not dumb, you know?
You hear what I'm saying, right?
I know. You don't have to tell me that.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Do I think you're stupid? No.
I think you're beautiful. But I gotta go.
SAM: By this time, Nicky had things so fucked up on the streets...
that every time Marino went back home, the packages got smaller and smaller.
It got to the point, when he walked into the place...
he didn't know whether he was going to be kissed or killed.
REMO: Frankie, I want to ask you something.
It's private.
But I want you to tell me the truth.
Of course, Remo.
I want you to tell me the truth, mind you.
I always tell you the truth, Remo.
Frankie, the little guy...
he wouldn't be fucking the Jew's wife, would he?
Because if he is, it's a problem.
FRANK: What could I say?
I knew if I gave the wrong answer...
Nicky, Ginger, Ace, all of them could have wound up getting killed.
Because there's one thing about these old-timers.
They don't like any fucking around with the other guys' wives.
It's bad for business.
So I lied, even though I knew that by lying to Gaggi...
I could wind up getting killed, too.
-No, I ain't seen anything like that. -Are you sure?
I'm positive.
Remo, things are very fucked up down there.
I know. That's why I'm asking.
You see, my main concern is Nicky.
I want to know if he's doing all right, if he's okay.
-He's good, he's fine. -I'm asking you to keep an eye on Nicky.
-Do it for me. -No problem.
You see, I wouldn't want to be jeopardising anything for our friends.
You understand?
-I understand. -Okay.
Frankie, you're a good boy.
Thanks, Remo.
SAM: By now, Nicky and his crew had already hit rock bottom.
Vegas really got to him.
The booze, the coke, the broads.
I mean, he got sloppy.
He just wasn't the same Nicky anymore.
FRANK: You must've drank too much. NlCKY: Fuck yourself.
SAM: One night, he had to belt a guy three times...
before the guy finally went down.
In the old days, Nicky would've decked him with one shot.
You add this into the mix....
Maybe Vegas got to all of us.
His crew followed him right over the edge.
They were all tuned up half the time on coke.
They started doing stupid things. The worst was Blue.
-What do you guys want? -Police! Stay in the car!
SAM: He never knew when to keep his mouth shut.
COP: Drop the gun! BLUE: Fuck you!
SAM: The cops shot Blue...
because they thought his hero sandwich was a gun.
They could have been right, but who knows?
COP: Jesus Christ! What gun? He's got a fucking hero sandwich here.
COP 2: What do you want? It's pitch black.
COP 2: It's tinfoil. It looked like a gun! COP: You moron!
COP: I'll be doing paperwork for two months! COP 2: What'll we do?
COP 2: Sorry! COP: You jerk-off!
SAM: To make matters worse...
to get even, Nicky's crew got stoned one night...
and started shooting up the cops' houses.
It got to the point where they couldn't talk in the Gold Rush anymore...
because the Feds put a wire in the wall.
Even when they talked outside, they had to cover their mouths...
because the Feds brought in lip readers.
Nicky found out about it from a teller who owed him money.
FRANK: He asked me again about you and the Jew's wife.
NlCKY: Walk, walk, walk. What'd you say?
FRANK: He asked me again about you and the Jew's wife.
NlCKY: What'd you tell him?
FRANK: I told him I didn't know nothing.
FRANK: Jiggs and Tony Gorilla said if you did anything, you're fucked up.
NlCKY: You think he's going home making a beef behind my back?
FRANK: No, you would have heard something.
NlCKY: What's to stop him? FRANK: I know.
NlCKY: I don't trust him anymore, but they'd never okay anything.
FRANK: But they keep asking about it.
NlCKY: Sure they're asking. They earn with the prick.
NlCKY: I got a funny feeling he's gonna start a war or something.
NlCKY: I'm not sure yet. But you know what I want you to do?
NlCKY: Who's this guy?
FRANK: That ain't nobody.
NlCKY: You know what I want you to do?
NlCKY: Get some guys to dig a hole in the desert and show you where it's at.
FRANK: Angelo and Buster. NlCKY: I'm not sure yet.
FRANK: They'll do it. NlCKY: When I'm ready, I'll say the words:
"Go see the Jew." And you make it disappear. Know what I mean?
FRANK: Let me know. But you gotta be ready.
FRANK: You know what I'm talking about?
NlCKY: Did I say to do anything yet?
NlCKY: I said I'm not sure. I'll let you know. I want to think about it.
NlCKY: Where are these pricks at? They're in the motel?
FRANK: There or in the fucking bank. I don't know. All over the joint.
[Loud dance music]
[Phone ringing]
[Phone continues ringing]
I'll be right back.
Any calls for me, give them to Mr. Sherbert.
-Sure, Mr. Rothstein. -I'm going home for a few seconds.
He's on his way home.
Okay.
Hello? Ginger?
AMY: Help, Daddy! SAM: Amy!
SAM: Amy, open the door! AMY: I can't! I'm tied!
[Amy screams]
AMY: Dad! SAM: What happened?
SAM: Who did this to you? AMY: Mummy.
I'm gonna get a knife and cut you loose.
AMY: No, please! SAM: Okay, I'm gonna be right back.
SAM: When did this happen, honey? AMY: I don't know.
What time did your mother do this? When did she leave?
AMY: I don't know.
[Amy moans]
[Phone ringing]
SAM: Hello? NlCKY: Sammy.
SAM: Yeah. Who's this? NlCKY: Me.
NlCKY: You okay? SAM: No, I'm not okay.
-How'd you know I was here? -I just wanted to talk to you.
Ginger's missing. She tied Amy up and locked her in her room.
I don't know where she is.
Well, listen, Ginger's here at the Leaning Tower with me.
She's there with you?
NlCKY: Yeah, she's here. SAM: I'll be right over.
All right.
-Coming over. -Great.
[Brakes squealing]
Don't make a scene, all right?
I want to talk to that lrish bitch.
She's trying to save your marriage.
Nicky, I want to talk to that fucking bitch.
Be fucking nice. Calm.
Be nice. Don't fuck up in here.
[Sentimental jazz music]
GlNGER: Hi. SAM: Are you out of your mind?
You tie up our kid and lock the door? Are you out of your mind?
That's our child. Are you out of your mind?
It was just for a little while. The baby-sitter wasn't there.
I ought to have you committed. You do that again and I'll--
I was just gonna be out for a little while.
She was asleep. I was gonna be back...
SAM: Listen.
-...before she even woke up. -Listen, you fucking cunt...
Iet me tell you something.
Listen to me. Listen carefully.
You ever touch her again or do anything like that again...
I'll fucking kill you, pure and simple.
SAM: You hear me? Pure and simple.
GlNGER: Why don't you let me go? SAM: I'll kill you.
SAM: You fucking whore.
I'll sign anything you want me to sign.
I just want the key to my jewellery, and you to let me go.
SAM: Want your jewellery? GlNGER: Let me go.
And let you disgrace me, you pig?
SAM: Get up and be a mother.
Get in the car and go home right now.
Get up and get in....
-Get up. -I wouldn't do that if I were you.
-I wouldn't do that-- -Get up!
Are you threatening me?
I'll fucking kill you in this place. Get up and go home.
I'm going!
Now you need approval from him to go home?
So what? Who blew you in the parking lot before you came in?
You make me sick, you fuck.
-Once a hooker, always a hooker. -Oh, fuck you!
Fuck you, Sam Rothstein!
Fuck you!
[Upbeat pop music]
Billy Sherbert, please. Put him on.
BlLLY: Who's this? SAM: Listen, I'll explain later.
You got a gun at home? Bring it over right away.
-Take it easy. I'll do it. -Okay.
Leave it where it is!
Where is he? I want that Jew bastard killed!
Hide her car in the back.
GlNGER: There's no reason to hide my car! He already knows!
Supposing he goes back home and makes a fucking beef?
-I gotta know exactly what you said. Tell me. -Me? Nothing. I said....
I said, no. Everything he said, I just kept saying no.
I told you this was fucking dangerous.
I said, "Ginger, this is a dangerous situation. Be very careful."
If it's so fucking dangerous, why don't you kill him?
I'm not gonna kill him. Shut the fuck up.
-Have him killed, and get it over with! -Don't be such a fucking smart-ass!
I know the guy 35 years, I'm gonna whack him for you?
NlCKY: Motherfucker.
-I knew it. -What about my money?
How the fuck am I gonna get your money now?
You think he'll give you money? Are you out of your mind?
-Look what you did to this guy. -What?
If you'd just kept your fucking mouth shut.
What's the use! I should have never got involved--
[Ginger screaming hysterically]
Hey! You motherfucker, you!
GlNGER: You fucker! NlCKY: Get the fuck out!
[Ginger crying]
NlCKY: Get the fuck out!
GlNGER: No! NlCKY: Get down there! Take it easy!
NlCKY: I shouldn't have gotten involved with this nut!
FRANK: You'll kill her. Take it easy.
NlCKY: Get her out of here.
FRANK: Let's go.
I don't need you! I'll get my own fucking money!
I'm going to the FBl! I'm not scared anymore!
NlCKY: All right. Be careful.
GlNGER: You've fucked with me for the last time!
Okay. Yeah.
NlCKY: Careful.
Come on. Get inside.
Look at this. Motherfucker.
[Frank sighs]
I fucked up, Frankie. I fucked up good this time.
I should never have started with this fucking broad.
Take it easy. What could you do?
FRANK: I mean, she threw herself at you, right?
I'm in a bad fucking spot here. You know that?
A bad fucking spot.
[Rhythmic pop music]
SAM: I left the kid with neighbours.
I had $1 million in cash and jewels...
that I gave to Sherbert to lock up in the hotel.
Put this in the hotel safe and I want you to come back.
She's alone. Take the gun and go into Amy's....
SAM: Just wait there for me. GlNGER: Get down here and talk to me!
You can't fucking ignore me, you motherfucker!
GlNGER: I mean it! Come down here right now!
GlNGER: Get down here and talk to me, God damn it!
GlNGER: Fuck you! Goddamn you, come out here!
GlNGER: I'm going to drive this fucking car through the living room!
GlNGER: You fucking coward! You motherfucker!
GlNGER: Come out here and talk to me. SAM: Will you stop it?
SAM: You're drunk. You're on drugs. GlNGER: I am not!
-You'll be sorry if you don't stop. -Don't you threaten me!
GlNGER: You're not threatening me anymore!
You fuck! I'm sick of you!
I am fucking Nicky Santoro! He's my new sponsor!
How about that, you fuckhead!
What are you looking at? Fuck off!
Go back inside! This is none of your business!
GlNGER: I don't have to take your shit anymore!
I'm going to the FBl! I'll go to the police!
-I am not protecting you anymore! -Mrs. Rothstein--
GlNGER: He won't let me inside!
Mr. Rothstein, we've been getting some complaints about the noise.
I'm trying to get in my house. He won't let me in.
I won't let her in. I'm sorry, Randy.
I won't, the way she's behaving.
GlNGER: Won't let me in?
SAM: Who knows what you'll do there.
I've been in the same clothes for two days!
-I want to get my things! Big deal! -Okay.
Let her in to get a few things. That way she'll leave.
COP: This is half her house. SAM: I'm afraid.
GlNGER: You aren't afraid! SAM: She'll destroy stuff.
-Let me in the house! -Hey!
-Fucker! -Hold on! Please!
GlNGER: You should be afraid, the way you treat me!
It'll make it easier on everybody.
COP: If we let her get her things, we'll be out of your hair.
If she calms down, I'll let her in.
GlNGER: I am calm! SAM: If she calms down...
I will let her in for five minutes...
if you gentlemen will escort her out if she won't leave.
-Can I go in? -That's not a problem.
-Jeff, would you go in with her? -Yes. Fine! Fuck you!
GlNGER: You wouldn't believe how mean he is. He's locked up my papers.
I have to get them. Don't let him come up here...
because I know they're in here in the desk. Fuck.
GlNGER: Pay attention. He could come up here at anytime.
Are you watching for him?
GlNGER: Got them.
I don't want her in there more than a few more minutes.
It'll just be a couple minutes. We got other things to do, too.
He'll hurry her up.
-How's everything else? -Fine.
-How's your family? -Not bad. In fact, my wife's pregnant again.
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
We're happy about that.
I just have to get this one more thing, then we can go.
GlNGER: Shit! Fuck!
GlNGER: Shit! God!
GlNGER: That pisses me off! Don't worry.
It would be great...
if you could follow me out of here...
because he's been threatening me!
Take care. Thank you.
[Crying] I can't believe this.
GlNGER: I just need to pick up a little cash. Could you come with me?
SAM: You've got to stop her. CHARLlE: I'm sorry, Sam.
CHARLlE: What can I do? SAM: She's a junkie. She's out of her mind!
She has the keys. It's still in both your names.
There's nothing I can do. I'd like to help...
-but I can't. -Legally, she can't take it.
SAM: She can't. Half of it is mine. CHARLlE: Listen to me.
CHARLlE: There's nothing I can do. SAM: I'm coming down.
Shit! God damn it!
I'll need a bag. Could you ask the guy for the big bag?
COP: Go get a bag, man. GlNGER: Here.
-Lady, I can't take it. -You can. You've been so nice to me.
GlNGER: Yes, just hold the top open. All right? And I can....
Oh, God! It's him. You have to stop him.
'Cause he said he was gonna kill me.
COP: Mr. Rothstein, wait a minute.
COP: Hold on a second.
SAM: She's driving away. COP: There's nothing we can do.
-There's nothing we can do. -Look, look.
You can't stop her for speeding? Look what she's doing.
COP: Nothing we can do. She had the key.
COP 2: She's on the account.
-Let's pull her over at that Citgo Station. -Okay. Let's do it.
[Siren wailing]
-We're placing you under arrest. -For what?
-For aiding and abetting-- -For what?
-For aiding and abetting-- -I'm just trying to leave.
SAM: After all the threats and bullshit...
it turned out Ginger didn't tell them anything.
But, by then, the Feds didn't need her anyway.
They had all the pieces they needed.
But I didn't do anything.
SAM: Everyone began to tumble, like dominoes.
FBl! We have a warrant!
SAM: Between Piscano complaining on the wire...
between Nicky, Ginger, me and my licence...
paradise. We managed to really fuck it up.
NlCKY JR.: Mum. JENNlFER: Someone's at the door now.
FBl. We have a federal search warrant.
NlCKY: I got wind of the pinches coming down, so I took off.
Who needs to hang around for that bullshit?
-I'm Mark Casper, FBl. -Yeah?
Can I make a fucking phone call?
Yes, but you don't have to talk to us like that.
FBl AGENT: Everybody, out of the room. Over to the alarm.
NlCKY: They got almost everybody else. FBl AGENT: This area is seized!
-Get the master account list. -I want all those papers seized.
FBl AGENT: Put every box on the table.
[Rhythmic jazz music]
Yes. Here we are. Little craps figures.
SAM: Green? Don't even ask.
-...$30,000 of yours. -No. That's why it wasn't valid.
I was being extorted. I'll tell you what you want to know.
PHlLlP: I've got nothing to hide. NlCKY: Now for the best.
I couldn't believe this shit. Piscano's expense reports took the cake.
Oh, this is good.
NlCKY: He might as well give them a blueprint.
Everybody's names, addresses, dates, everything.
Thank you so much, Mr. Piscano. How considerate of you.
-Those are my mother's books. -You're under arrest.
NlCKY: What a fucking balloon head. ARTlE: What are you doing?
AGENT: Take it easy. WlFE: Wait!
WlFE: Wait! He's sick! COP: Move back.
WlFE: It's his heart! Is he breathing? COP 2: CPR now!
SAM: Artie got so upset he had a heart attack...
and dropped dead right in front of his wife.
-Calm down! -No, I won't calm down!
-He's my husband! Artie! -We can't help him if--
SAM: At the end of the day...
they finally came to see me with the pictures.
FBl AGENT: Why protect a friend who betrayed you?
SAM: But I didn't want to look at them...
or the guys who brought them.
COUNSELLOR: Your Honour, as you can see, my clients are elderly and infirm.
COUNSELLOR: Any incarceration could pose a serious health risk.
NlCKY: When they were arrested, some were so old...
they needed doctors at their arraignment.
COUNSELLOR: Pre-trial services recommends that bail remain as set.
JUDGE: Take recess. NlCKY: When it looked like they'd get...
25 years to life in prison just for skimming a casino...
sick or no fucking sick, you knew people were going to get clipped.
So the day of the arraignment, they had this meeting in the back of the courthouse.
When something like this happens, you know how things are gonna work out.
It's always better with no witnesses. So what about Andy?
He won't talk. Stone is a good kid.
Stand-up guy just like his old man.
That's the way I see it.
I agree. He's solid. He's a fucking Marine.
He's okay. He always was. What do you think?
Look, why take a chance?
At least that's the way I feel about it.
ANDY: Call Artie. Tell him I don't care what...
he's gotta be in my office Thursday morning.
It's done.
It's terribly important. I gotta have a conversation with him.
[Gunshots muffled by silencer]
NlCKY: As much as they liked him, he wasn't one of us.
He wasn't Italian. As far as they knew, he could have talked.
Otherwise, he'd still be alive.
The first one to skip was John Nance.
He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica.
He thought nobody would find him there.
[Gunshots muffled by silencer]
[Breaking glass]
[Gunshots muffled by silencer]
NlCKY: But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs.
So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding...
just to save his kid and give them all up.
So....
Where you going, jag-off?
NlCKY: But, anyway, they all had to follow.
Everybody went down.
Fuck you.
NlCKY: Before you knew it...
anybody who knew anything wound up getting whacked.
GlNGER: Oh, no! No!
SAM: After Ginger took off, she wasn't much help to anybody.
She found some pimps, lowlifes, druggies, and bikers in L.A.
In a few months, they went through all the money and jewels.
[lntense rock music]
After they found her body...
I had a private doctor do another autopsy.
He said they gave her a hot dose.
In the end, all she had left was $3, 600 in mint condition coins.
[lntense rock music continues]
No matter what the Feds or the papers said about my car bombing...
it was amateur night, you could tell.
Whoever it was, they put the dynamite under the passenger side.
But what they didn't know, what nobody outside the factory knew...
was that, that model car was made with a metal plate under the driver's seat.
It's the only thing that saved my life.
The bombing was never authorised, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse.
So did the powers that be.
NlCKY: How are you? BOSS: How you doing?
NlCKY: It took months for everything to calm down.
But finally, my guys got out on bail.
The bosses wanted me to send my brother Dominick out to Vegas.
Always the fucking dollars.
I mean, it was still too hot for me to even go near Vegas.
So I set up a meeting with the guys way out in the sticks.
I didn't want my brother to get fucked around. What's right is right.
They don't give a fuck about--
THUG: Holy fucking....
NlCKY: What the fuck....
Come on, motherfucker!
Tough guys! You and your fucking brother!
You fucking scumbags! No more!
-Frankie! -No more! You see? Watch!
NlCKY: Frankie! You piece of shit! FRANK: Fuck you!
NlCKY: Fucking punk! Piece of shit!
No!
Take this motherfucker out!
[Dominick groaning]
Leave the kid alone. He's still breathing.
He's still breathing. Leave him alone. Frankie.
FRANK: All right. Strip him.
NlCKY: No balls. You got no fucking balls.
Oh, Dominick!
NlCKY: Dominick.
[Nicky weeping]
FRANK: Come on.
THUG: Bury them? FRANK: Bury them.
[Nicky moaning]
SAM: The word was out.
The bosses had enough of Nicky. They had enough.
How much were they gonna take? So they made an example of him and his brother.
They buried them while they were still breathing.
MAN: You all right? Watch out!
MAN: Mister, you all right? SAM: Yeah.
SAM: They had other ideas for me.
[Sirens wailing]
MEDlC: We need some help over here!
MEDlC 2: You sure are lucky, mister.
[Dramatic operatic music]
SAM: The town will never be the same.
After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over.
Today it looks like Disneyland.
While the kids play cardboard pirates...
Mummy and Daddy drop the house payments and junior's college money...
on the poker slots.
In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played.
Today, it's like checking into an airport.
If you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday.
Today it's all gone. A whale shows up with $4 million in a suitcase...
and some 25-year-old hotel school kid will want his Social Security number.
After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box...
the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos.
And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids?
Junk bonds.
SAM: Still not sure?
SAM: Probable. Maybe questionable.
SAM: All right, let me know as soon as you can find out.
SAM: In the end, I wound up right back where I started.
I could still pick winners...
and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home.
And why mess up a good thing?
And that's that!
[Nostalgic instrumental music]
[Soft jazz music]