GSW.
That's what the hospitals call it.
Gunshot wound.
Doctor has to report it to the police.
That makes it hard for guys in my line to get...
... ''quality health care. ''
Not many men know what their life's worth.
l do.
Seventy grand. That's what they took from me.
And that's what l was going to get back.
They say, ''Time heals all wounds. ''
You'd think, after five months of lying on my back...
...l'd give up any idea of getting even.
Just be a nice guy, call it a day.
Nice guys are fine. You got to have someone to take advantage of.
But they always finish last.
HeIp a crippIe. Thank you, sir.
HeIp a Vietnam vet waIk again.
HeIp a crippIe. Thank you, sir.
What the fuck you doing? Get the fuck out!
Shut up. I cured you.
Cocksucker.
-What do I owe you? -Two ninety-eight.
Son of a-- Hey, my cigarettes!
Sorry, sorry. Pardon me.
Thank you.
One hundred. . .
. . .two hundred. . .
. . .three hundred.
Have a nice day, Mr. Johnson.
Excellent fit, sir.
And how wiII you be paying?
I'II give you $900.
Let me see that Magnum.
That's it.
$400 and the gun.
I'II need to see I.D.
Of course.
I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, this card's been canceIed.
Impossible.
Do you have another form of payment?
Try it again.
Old habits die hard, l guess.
lf you don 't kick them, they kick you.
Ain 't marriage grand?
Porter.
You're not dead.
What are you going to do? Kill me?
Not now.
You're cleaning up.
Val still wants to talk to you.
Sorry, babe.
Shall l tell him to call back again?
No, I'II taIk to him. Shut him up anyway.
Yep, same as always. You?
Yeah, good, good.
Why? Are you there now?
Don't sweat it, Val. We all look alike to them.
Same crew. The Chows. Twice a week.
Tuesday and Friday, between 1 1 and 1 2. AIways the same route.
Chinese money Iaundry.
How much in the case?
Anywhere between 340 and half a mill.
How much do you need?
We split it 40-40.
I mean, how much do you need to buy your way back?
Into the syndicate.
How much?
-The Outfit? -Whatever.
Jesus. You know everything.
Hi, sweetie.
1 30 grand.
The Chows won't go to the cops. They keep everything in-house.
They don't feel pain.
You notice anything about those guys?
They Iook nasty. Probably kung fu motherfuckers.
-Did I miss something? -They weren't wearing seat belts.
We'll hit them on Friday.
Hubba, hubba, hubba!
Lookie here.
How's that pileup taste?
Daddy brought home the bacon, baby.
Val!
What ?
After kicking a Chow's ass, you want to do it again.
1 40 grand.
1 40 apiece.
Total.
Total?
That's 70 grand? That's not enough.
Is for me. I'm taking a few months off.
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.
Be gratefuI for what you get, rule number one.
Yeah, rule number one.
What?
Everything's cool.
Just not enough! All right?
Never is, Val.
Baby, just put the money in the car, will you.
I can't fucking beIieve it. You know what, Porter?
This is funny.
This wiII kill you.
It's always 1 40.
Someone ought to give me a Ph.D.
Jesus! Wait till I'm out of the fucking way!
Everything's cool, baby.
You were great. Everything's cool. Give me--
Okay, keep the gun.
That's it. Everything's cool. It's just like we pIanned.
Come on. Don't fall apart on me now.
There we go.
I bet you got a lot of questions rattling in your head.
Lynn did not understand. 118
I don't know.
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 Miss Porter here?
Mrs. Porter.
Yeah, whatever.
Motherfucker!
Get up. Turn around.
Come on.
What have we got here?
How much in here?
Two grand.
-What's in here? -HeIium.
What do you think it is? It's heroin.
Shit. Oh, shit.
Val Resnick.
Where is he?
You want to know where he is?
He's right here.
Look. Fuck you.
Wrong answer.
God! You motherfucker!
-Fuck! -VaI Resnick.
I never heard of him, man.
Where'd you get the shit?
Come on. They'II fucking kill me.
What do you think I'II do? Worry about me.
Oh, come on. Okay, okay.
Stegman, man. Arthur Stegman.
Where is he?
South End Taxi.
Farragut Road, man.
Thanks.
You're weIcome.
I'm Iooking for Arthur Stegman.
He ain't here. Something I can help you with?
No, you can't. Where is he?
I don't know.
Take a guess.
What?
Take a guess about where he is.
Is he at home?
Go fuck yourseIf.
Here we go.
-This one's mine. -Roll it.
Wait, that was mine.
There's somebody here to see you.
I'm Iooking for Stegman.
Who are you?
I'm Porter.
Porter, that Iooks like assault to me.
He Iooks Iike he likes to resist arrest.
Fuck! Not in here.
Jesus! 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.
Why don't we talk outside?
You're a dealer?
Just forget about it, all right?
Don't touch my money either. Come on--
This is heroin?
This is heroin.
Don't worry about it. Take it easy.
Let's talk.
What are you Iooking at? Play your game.
And you're bleeding all over my couch!
Come on!
Steggie's been holding out on us.
I'II check it out.
Val Resnick.
-What about him? -Where is he?
Even if I knew, the answer wouId still be no.
-Where'd you meet up with my boy? -At his drop.
Is he dead?
No, but she is. O.D.'d on that crap you sent her.
So? What do you care?
I'm her husband.
You won't fucking kill me?
Not in front of these kids.
Where is he?
I don't know!
That's the truth.
It got deIivered to me Iast night. I won't see anyone tiII next month.
Why all the trouble?
He's afraid of the girl. I mean...
...of Mrs. Porter.
I mean, that's how it looks to me.
I don't know nothing.
I know Val from the old days.
Three months ago he asks me to do him a favor.
I make an extra grand a month. I figure, what the hell?
Now you threaten to kill me? That much a buddy of Val's I am not.
He's in the city. That's aII I know.
How do you know that?
-He said so. -When?
When he came. Said he squared himself with the syndicate.
Said he was back in the big time for good.
He was very excited.
You tell him that Porter is back too.
And he wants his money.
I'II come back for you when these kids are not around.
When would I tell him this?
Talk to me.
There's a young lady to see you. 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 71 8, ma'am. Go right on up.
Send her up.
lt's Haskell. Sorry to call you at home--
Don't be sorry. Just don't call.
l got a call from a cab guy on the south end.
-What is it? -lt's this guy, Stegman.
Shit. HoId on a second.
On your knees, bitch. I want satisfaction.
I'm on the phone, Pearl.
It's ''Mistress Pearl. ''
I'm on the fucking phone!
Make it quick.
This guy Stegman calls.
He sounded all nervous, like something scared him.
He had to talk to you. I said i'd see what I could do.
-What was it about? -He said to tell you Lynn was dead.
He said some guy wanted you. That's all he said.
l thought you ought to know.
You did right. I want to taIk to him.
Who, Stegman?
No, President Nixon. Of course, Stegman!
Tell him Varrick's, by the bridge.
Make it....
Make it 20 minutes.
I'm working here!
Can't you see I'm working here?
Put it on my tab.
I'm Iooking for a girl.
She goes by the name of Rosie. Do you know her?
She worked by telephone, not freelance.
Probably connected with the syndicate.
Out of my league. I wouldn't know her.
Maybe you know somebody who would.
-Why you Iooking for her? -I'm her brother.
I got cancer. I want to see her.
}You two look close.
Got a cigarette?
Your sister sounds expensive.
Try MichaeI, bartender at the Regal Hotel.
That wasn't the name I was Iooking for.
The only one I got.
I tried to call you, but you must have changed your number.
I never gave you my original number.
What did this guy Iook Iike?
He had dark hair, blue eyes. He was a Cro-Magnon-looking bastard.
If Lynn's dead, he did us a favor.
I know, except I'm out a grand a month.
We can work something out.
Did you get a name?
He said he was Porter.
He said he was there for Porter?
No, he said he was Porter.
I wouIdn't want that guy after me either.
-I know how you must feel. -What am I? A nobody?
I've got friends. All I have to do is point.
I pick up a phone and he's a dead man.
And he stays dead!
Try to keep it down. All right?
It's okay.
What'd he say?
He said you owed him money.
Nothing else?
Nothing. Why? How much you owe him?
None of your business.
I just got the feeling he'd Iike to kill you.
Oh, Christ!
Porter.
What'd you tell him?
Nothing!
-What could I tell? -You tell him about the heroin?
He had it with him! I told him I delivered it.
Nothing else?
I don't know nothing else!
You gave him something. A name. Someone who knows where to find me.
I swear on my mother--
Fuck your mother!
-That's not nice. Take it easy. -What are you looking at?
VaI, don't.
Not again. Don't do that, man.
Come on. Not again.
Don't.
-Forget it. -Is there some trouble here?
We're just leaving.
You know what? This one's on me.
You see me reaching for my wallet?
Sorry. He just got a promotion, so he's a Iittle tense.
Is there a Michael here?
That's him over yonder.
You're the man to see about 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?
Rosie.
-Who's looking for her? -Just call her.
Rosie?
Give me the phone.
Take care of that.
Who the hell is this?
Porter.
Try again, honey. Porter's dead.
I used to drive for you. Provide a safe work environment.
Porter ?
Why pour salt on old wounds?
I didn't need to.
I guess I had a soft spot for her.
Come in.
You look pretty good for a dead guy.
How'd you hear about it?
People were talking.
Plus I heard your wife was back in town alone.
Ze is dood.
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. Come on, sweetheart.
Meet the nastiest 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 Ieave me.
I need a favor.
A favor?
Maybe you're not the same as ever.
I'm Iooking for a syndicate boy.
It's the ''Outfit. ''
-We don't say syndicate anymore. -Whatever.
Don't get touchy. What's his name?
Val Resnick.
That son of a bitch.
You know him?
I met up with him once|a few years ago.
He can't use Star's service. He beats up the girIs.
He aImost killed one.
You?
Does it matter? You quit looking after me.
WouId you know where he might be?
I suppose he's at the hotel.
-Which one? -The Outfit hotel.
The address?
We're friends, right?
I mean, we used to be. But I'm an employee too.
The Outfit wouldn't like me telling you, wouId they?
How strong are you?
Personally, I think you are the strongest man I've ever met.
But I wonder if it's enough.
For what?
You want this guy for something he won't like.
I'm going to kill him.
That's something he won't like.
What if they grab you and ask you how you found out?
You know I wouIdn't turn you in.
-I wouldn't talk. -What if they ask you hard?
I'll say it was a cab dispatcher named Stegman.
The Oakwood Arms, Union and 1 7th.
Hi, VaI.
Where's my money?
I took your gun.
It's back here. You Iook Iike a pro.
Keep your mouth shut and you'll waIk out of here.
My 70 grand. I want it.
I don't have it right now.
-Where is it? -I gave all 1 30,000 to the Outfit.
I gave it all to them.
Tell them you gave them money that doesn't belong to you. Get it back.
I can't do that. You don't know these--
You'll kill me whether I get it or not.
All right, I'll get the money.
Just give me a few days. What are you doing?
Noon. Tomorrow.
Say it.
All right.
This may sound crazy, but no hard feelings?
I did what I had to do. You can appreciate that.
I appreciate that, you--
No, no! Don't.
PIease.
Allow me.
Jesus!
You bitch!
Let her work.
Me love you, baby.
Me love you long time.
No, no, wait.
Tomorrow.
Noon.
You and the money be at 7th and Franklin at the pay phone.
Where'd you get this?
Some hooker had it. 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.
Phillip says you have a problem you need help with.
Yes, sir.
Is it your problem...
Who breached our security last night?
He breaks into my aparment--
There's an old expression that has served me well:
"Do not shit where you eat."
Or "live."
"Do not shit where you live."
I like that better.
I'm sorry, Mr. Carter.
There are three ways we can handle this.
One: We help you. Two: We allow you to heIp yourself.
Three: We have you replaced.
We have an investment in you, Resnick, of time, money and training.
So assisting you would be...
...in a way, protecting our investment.
That is good business policy.
Yes, sir, Mr. Carter.
Thank you. You won't regret it.
According to Phillip, a man has come to kill you?
He's alone and he's a professional robber. Correct?
Yes, sir. He does payroll jobs, banks, stuff like that.
-What's his name? -Porter.
What's his first name?
I don't know. He never called himself anything but Porter.
Where did you get the $1 30,000?
That's why this man is in town?
The $1 30,000 you paid us back.
Yes, sir. But only $70,000 of it was his.
We never asked you where you got it. It's none of our business.
Now it appears it has become our business.
Here's his file, Mr. Carter.
Do you understand your value to the organization?
You're a sadist, you lack compunction. That comes in handy.
But now, an area of your personal life has become a danger to us.
A man in our organization needs to be tough, self-reliant.
Were you to handle this probIem on your own...
...there would be no doubt...
...you're the man we want.
I want to.
I want to handle it myself.
Great.
Until it is handled, I want you to move out of the Oakwood.
I don't have a place....
No more unpleasantness at the hotel.
Yes, sir.
It might be easier if Resnick just disappeared.
I thought about that.
I'm not worried about Resnick.
He wouldn't last two minutes without us.
It's that other mutt I'm thinking about.
-What's his name? -Porter.
Takes a lot of moxie to walk in and whack our guys around.
Either that or he's shit nuts.
Frankly, I don't understand it for $1 30,000.
It was $70,000, his share.
That's even worse.
I don't want Mr. Bronson hearing about this.
He'll think I'm getting soft.
His principle has always been:
"If you don't understand it, get rid of it."
A stitch in time, so to speak.
Stitch this mutt up, Phil.
Any Polaroids or trophies?
No, not this time.
They cut me loose, Pearl. Like I thought they would.
HoId on one second.
Shut up! I'm on the fucking phone!
Yes?
Did your friends make it to town?
Last night, baby.
Did you tell them Porter took their payroll?
I did.
And they want retribution.
All right. Here's what we do.
Yeah, that's Porter. He has shit for brains.
Shit.
Shit!
Next time, Porter.
Porter's made some new friends.