(Snippets of horse racing commentary)
(Silenced gunshots)
He's clean.
So...
Why are you here? Hm?
There was a time.
4:35.
You misunderstood.
I wasn't asking for the time, I was just saying, "There was a time."
There was a time?
Mm-hm.
Take brown sugar back there, for example.
She's pretty fucking foxy, right?
She's 70.
If she's a day.
But there was a time.
- I don't follow. - The name's Smith. I'm from out of town.
- Listen, Mr. Smith... - Just Smith.
The reason I'm in town, in case you're wondering...
...is because of a Kansas City Shuffle.
What's a Kansas City Shuffle?
Kansas City Shuffle is when everybody looks right and you go left.
- Never heard of it. - Hm.
It's not something people hear about.
Falls on deaf ears mostly.
But this particular one's been over 20 years in the making.
20 years, huh?
No small matter.
Requires a lot of planning.
It involves a lot of people.
People connected only by the slightest of events.
Like whispers in the night...
...in that place that never forgets even when those people do.
It all starts with a horse.
(Starter bell)
It's what they called back then a drugstore handicap.
A guy wants what the fella calls a sure thing. So he schemes to make it so.
He calls in the doc, a nobler from Antwerp known for his savvy but not for his discretion.
WOMAN: Oh. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, baby.
The same could be said for Doc's jelly on the side - Gloria.
- Almost there, almost there. - Oh, God. Oh, God.
Hey, which horse did you say it was again, baby?
(He groans)
(Telephone ringing tone)
Which brings us to Abe. Because Gloria was too much jelly for one outfit.
Hey, baby, is your wife around?
- What do you want? WOMAN: Who is it, Abe?
Ah... it's Seymour.
GLORIA: Sure. Tell that bitch to open her eyes. Maybe then she'd see more.
Seymour says hello.
What are you doing calling me here?
Christmas came early this year, baby. I got a present for you.
Remember my friend Doc?
SMITH: Now Abe wasn't a nosy fella, but he had a nose.
And right below his nose was his mouth.
ABE: Do you remember Gloria the hooker?
Well, Gloria's got this friend Doc who's got a line on a doped-up racehorse.
The fix is in at Aqueduct.
- Seventh horse. Tenth race. - Doped up?
SMITH: And then there was this joker who had ears...
ABE: Let's get back.
SMITH: ... who looked like somebody's uncle.
Max, who's your favorite uncle?
OK, who's your second favorite uncle?
Just pay attention.
I got something here.
SMITH: And before you know it, folks are getting a big dose of the gimmies.
And men start talking their hats off.
And that Manischewitz Grapevine Wine spills in your ear and tells you you got a sure thing.
And what's worse is, you start to believe it.
At least that's how it went with old Max.
Who wasn't so much old, as he was tired.
Tired of being a dog without a day.
Tired of waking up and finding that his dreams were only dreams.
We're leaving.
But mostly, Max was tired of not having a front lawn.
Make sure he doesn't come home late.
- I will. - I was talking to your son.
- (Giggles) - You think that's funny, do you?
Uh-huh. Bye, Mom.
Yeah. Bye, Mom!
Love you.
(Crowd cheering) TANNOY: They're off.
(Racing commentary continues)
All right, if your ma asks, where were we today?
- Shea Stadium. - To see?
- Mets v Phillies. - Good man. Give me the post-game.
Stallard gave up six runs in the first five innings.
Ed Kranepool hit a line drive down right field but it hit the wall, fouled by a foot.
Gonder hit a groundball between first and second
but he's so slow, second baseman Tony Taylor tagged him out at first.
Did you get all that from the radio?
Mm-hm.
You're good.
OK, I'll be right back.
No, no, no. You've got to stay in the car.
Why?
Because they don't let little boys inside the track.
Saul's dad takes him to the track.
Well, Saul's dad is a degenerate gambler.
And if you're the son of a degenerate gambler, they let you in.
It's economically viable.
Are you going to be a degenerate gambler?
Hey. You know better than that.
Your old man's smart. He only plays a sure thing.
Look. This money's gonna get you through Harvard.
And you're gonna be a doctor.
But until then...
you've got to stay in the car.
Hey.
Next weekend, you and me go to a ballgame.
- OK. - OK.
I love you, kid.
I love you too, Dad.
Wait, watch. Watch, watch, watch.
I almost forgot. 15 minutes.
Start counting.
TANNOY: The next race at the Aqueduct is the tenth race.
- Come on, come on. TANNOY: The field is making towards
the final turn. And Number Seven has moved into fifth position on the outside.
- Number Two has the lead... - (Cheering)
Come on.
Number One is against the rail.
And Number Seven is beginning to pick up the pace on the outside.
Yes!
Yes. Come on, baby. Come on!
- Let's go! - (Cheering intensifies)
... to challenge. Goes clear and Number Seven takes the lead!
It's Number Seven who now has the lead.
It's strolling clear.
Yes!
(Whinnies)
Oh!
Number Seven has fallen!
Number One comes home and takes the lead to win it.
SMITH: Max woke up to find his dreams had just been the stuff of pipes.
- I want to place a bet. - How much?
20 large.
Oh, you must feel real lucky.
I'll take your bet.
And lay it off.
I've got a bookie's bookie.
I'll give you 2-1 on the horse.
Uh-uh. The racing form says 9-1.
So you go to a ticket vendor with your 20 grand in hand,
and you get 9-1 if the spread sticks.
You come in here with your pockets turned out, you get 2-1.
The juice is ten.
That means if you lose, you're all in for 22 grand.
20 for the bet, two for the juice.
Can you pay these monies? Huh? Can you?
Yeah.
Just to be clear.
If you lose...
...you're gonna owe a lot of money to the kind of men
you do not want to owe the smallest amount of money to.
Henry!
Hey, buddy. You got a light?
No. Henry!
In that case, how about the 20 Gs you just blew on the Seven horse?
- What have you done with my son? - He's on his way home. Just like you.
Urgh!
Where am I?
Roth, he'll tell you everything, I swear.
He already has.
Please.
I have a family.
Please.
Please!
Where's my boy?
Henry!
(Sobs)
(Door opens)
(Max sobs) Where are they?
(Sobs) Henry!
Henry!
(Groans)
Fuck.
Shit.
Jesus.
"Fuck, shit, Jesus" is right.
I don't understand. Why did they kill Max's family?
New outfit in town.
They didn't want somebody else betting on a fixed horserace with them.
Trying to make an impression.
That's a fucking story, man.
Charlie Chaplin entered a Charlie Chaplin look-a-like contest in Monte Carlo
and came in third.
Now that's a story.
This...
This is something else.
So that's a Kansas City Shuffle?
No.
It's just the inciting incident.
The catalyst.
This - is a Kansas City Shuffle.
They look right...
And you...
go left.
Sorry about that, son.
Sometimes there's more to life than just living.
Besides... you can't have a Kansas City Shuffle without a body.
(Gunshot)
- He's down! - Get the roof!
Up there!
(Rings)
(Sniffs then gasps softly)
(Exhales)
(Urgent knock at door)
(Knocking continues)
I'm coming!
(Knocking persists)
Coming.
It took you long enough.
You're not Nick.
You're not as tall as I thought you'd be.
Well, I'm short for my height.
That makes sense because I can usually tell how tall someone is by their knock.
You have a deceptively tall knock. Congratulations.
So it's a good thing?
I open the door expecting you to be up here, you're down here.
That combined with a low centre of gravity - forget about it.
Who are you?
I'm Slevin.
And what happened to your nose?
I was using it to break some guy's fist.
Somebody hit you?
Yeah... I was kind of expecting it, though.
You were kind of expecting it?
Well, they say bad things happen in threes.
First... I lost my job.
Then I came home to find my apartment building had been condemned
due to a hybrid breed of Ecuadorian Super Termites.
So I went to my girlfriend Kelly's.
I had a key so I let myself in.
(Woman moans during sex)
(Groans of pleasure)
- Hey, don't stop on my account. - Oh shit!
Slevin.
It was an accident.
What, like he tripped and you fell?
MAN: Slevin, do you know what time it is?
I'm at the airport, are you sure you want me to come out?
Yeah. Two weeks in New York and the only Kelly you'll remember
is the Kelly who gave you your first hand job on the bus to summer camp.
Kelly Perkins. Said her hands were dry and she needed...
She said that to a lot of guys. That's why we called her Jerkins Perkins.
- Just call me when you land, all right? - Yeah.
Yeah, I just got into town, Nick. I'm on my way over to your place.
Say, man, you got the time?
Ya, man, it's uh... 7:23.
So you're probably still asleep?
- Yo, you got a smoke? - No, I don't smoke, man.
Why don't you just go ahead and give me your wallet and I'll buy my own smokes?
Am I being mugged?
Man!
And so here I am.
You said three.
- What? - You said bad things happen in threes.
You lost your job, your apartment was condemned, Kelly was cheating on you
and you got mugged - that makes four.
When you're on a roll, you're on a roll.
Interesting, although I would add,
not the ever so clever hold-up man one hears so much about.
- Well, he did break my nose. - But overlooked your suitcase.
Maybe it wouldn't make for a speedy getaway.
True, but then there's the matter of your watch. Pretty fancy.
- It's a fake. - But he didn't know that.
- Maybe he didn't see it. - He saw it. He asked you for the time.
You say this was your third mugging?
Uh... I travel a lot.
Where's Nick?
I don't know. He was supposed to meet me here. He never showed up.
- How did you get in? - Door was open.
- Door was open? - Yeah.
- Open or unlocked? - I don't remember.
- You said open. - Could have been. What was your name again?
Lindsey. I live across the hall.
- Oh. - I came over to borrow a cup of sugar.
- Where's your cup? - I came to borrow a cup of sugar.
If I had a cup, I'd have come to borrow sugar.
- Touché. - (Phone rings)
Maybe that's Nick. It's right there.
Hello?
They hung up.
I have an idea. Have you used the phone since you've been here?
No, except for that.
Sorry, wrong number.
That was the Hotel Cheval.
What are you doing?
We know who he called. Who called him?
- Columbo says three things... - Columbo?
Yeah, Columbo was this TV detective played by Peter Falk...
I know who Columbo is. Yeah.
He looked for three things at a crime scene.
What's there now that wasn't before. What was there before that isn't now.
- And what's been moved. - Is this a crime scene?
- I think Nick's in trouble. - Ah.
Sorry, wrong number.
That was the Hotel Cheval again!
So what? He called the hotel, the hotel called him back. Makes sense.
So, maybe it's a clue.
- A clue to what? - A clue to what happened to Nick.
- We don't know anything did. - We don't know anything didn't.
You're here, he's not. The door was open. Bad things happen where you...
Shit. I've got to stop by work.
Just for a couple of hours. I'll come back, then we can start the investigation.
- The investigation? - Uh-huh. It'll be fun.
OK.
I totally forgot...
Yeah.
Sorry.
- May I borrow a cup of sugar? - What?
I never gave it much thought until I put up a fresh pot of coffee.
I was on my way to the store and I thought Nick'd have sugar.
You tell me your story, I leave, sugarless.
I come back, you put your penis on exhibition.
Although the coffee's probably gone bad by now, I insist on following through.
It's like a Norman Rockwell painting.
What, my penis?
No. No, the sugar.
Neighbors borrowing sugar from one another.
It's very um... Andy Griffith.
Yeah.
That's Andy Griffith. The penis thing is not very Mayberry.
No.
Thanks for the sugar... sugar.
(Door closes)
I wanted to try and catch the next show.
I don't go on again till eight.
Whew!
(Knock at door)
It's not nearly eight o'clock yet.
- The Boss wants to see you. - Who?
- The Boss. - Who's The Boss?
- The guy we work for. - Jesus!
Come here and sit your punk ass down.
Go.
I'm not the guy you're looking for. I don't live here.
Well, you look like the guy that lives here.
Then you don't know what he looks like.
He means to say you look like you live here.
Yeah, that's what I mean to say.
I look like I live here, but I don't.
I'm just visiting, I just got in this morning.
The cat I'm looking for, his name is uh...
- His name is Nick, man. - Nick.
The cat's name is Nick. Now...
Who are you?
I'm Slevin.
You got some ID?
The funny thing about that is I got mugged this morning.
Look, look.
Tell it to the One Legged Man.
So he can bump it off down the road.
- Hey, listen, motherfucker... - Yo, I got this.
- Slow, slow, slow, slow your roll, man. - I got this.
Just let me. Just let me, all right?
Motherfucker!
All I know is, The Boss slides me this here address,
and he says, "Sloe" - that's him.
"Elvis" - that's me.
"Bring me the cat who resides at this here address."
Now he told me that today.
You just so happen to be here today.
So I guess you the cat I'm supposed to pick up.
Today.
But I'm not Nick.
Yeah, well, unfortunately for you,
you're not the first cat to tell me you wasn't the guy I was looking for.
You can ask Lindsey, she lives across the hall. She lives here.
Hold on, man, I ain't asking nobody nothing.
Nick, Slevin, Clark Kent - whatever your name is.
The Virgin Mary could come waltzing up with her fine ass,
titties hanging out and everything.
If she told me your name was Jesus Christ, I still gotta take you to see The Boss. Know why?
No.
Orders.
Now, you do know what orders is, right?
Orders is orders.
So I guess no-one ever taught you not to use the word you're defining in the definition?
Say something else, I will break your motherfucking nose. I ain't playing.
My nose is already broken.
- Can I just say one more thing? - What?
Can you turn the heat up in here cos it's really cold?
(Snorts) Uh... yeah.
Y-You... You should have thought about that before you started in with all the lip.
SLEVIN: Ah, Jeez. (Sighs)
(Elevator bell rings)
- It's cold out there. - Let's hurry it up, man.
Yo, grab his ass.
The boss is right up there, chump.
Well, listen.
Your boys Elvis and Sloe picked up the wrong guy.
- I'm not Nick Fisher. - Mr. Fisher?
Are you familiar with The Shmoo, Mr. Fisher?
A comic strip I liked as a boy.
The Shmoo was a loveable creature, really.
Laid eggs...
gave milk...
...and died of sheer ecstasy when looked at with hunger.
The Shmoo loved to be eaten.
It could taste like any food you desire.
Shmoo hide, cut thin, made fine leather.
Even Shmoo whiskers made excellent toothpicks.
In essence, the Shmoo supplied all of the world's wants.
I only bring up the Shmoo because it's relevant to you and why you were brought here.
I'm sorry, who are you?
I'm The Boss.
I thought he was The Boss.
Why?
Do we look alike?
So, Mr. Fisher... you were gonna tell me something?
I don't know, you brought me here.
Yes, I did.
Back when you thought I was him.
I never thought you were him. I thought he was you.
I was trying to tell him, you... that they picked up the wrong guy.
- Wrong guy for what? - What you wanted to see me about.
- Know what I wanted to see you about? - No.
Then how do you know I have the wrong guy?
- Because I'm not... - Maybe I wanted to give you $96,000.
In that case, do I still have the wrong guy?
Do you want to give me $96,000?
No, do you want to give me $96,000?
No, should I?
I don't know, should you?
I don't know, should I?
Long story short.
- I think we're well past that point. - I'll bet it was that mouth that got you that nose.
OK, I'm under the impression that you're under the impression that I owe you $96,000.
No, you owe Slim Hopkins $96,000.
You owe Slim, Slim owes me.
You owe me.
Well, in that case. Is Slim around?
Hey, Slim. Do you know this cat?
Slim?
No use.
Ever since somebody shot him, old Slim went deaf.
What happened to make Slim go deaf?
Why?
Because I owe you $96,000 and I might have a slight problem coming up with the money.
Oh, OK.
Well, why don't we just make it an even 90?
I may have exaggerated the slightness.
Hm.
Well, why don't I just cancel the whole debt in exchange for a small favor?
Well, that depends on the favor.
THE BOSS: That was my son.
Notice how I said "was"?
Yeah.
That's because he's dead.
Murdered.
Relegated to the past tense.
Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast.
Bummer.
Lex Talionis.
The Law of Retaliation.
A pact was broken.
My son was murdered, so The Rabbi's son must share the same fate.
Whose son?
The Rabbi's.
Why do they call him The Rabbi?
Because...
Because he's a rabbi.
Who's his son?
- Yitzchok. - Yitzchok. Yitzchok and The Rabbi.
Yitzchok the Fairy.
Why do they call him The Fairy?
Because he's a fairy.
He has wings, can fly? Sprinkles magic dust all over the place?
- He's homosexual. - Right.
Come on.
- So how does The Rabbi feel about that? - He doesn't know.
- You know, but he doesn't? - Everybody knows.
- Except The Rabbi. - That's right.
So where do I fit in?
You?
You're the trigger man.
Me?
You.
Aren't there professionals? People you can hire to do this sort of thing?
Of course there are.
Yes.
But you owe me $96,000.
Why should I go out and pay someone else when I've already paid you?
Hm. Sorry, kid, but your money just isn't long enough.
Which means you're in my pocket.
Which means if you don't do what I want you to do,
you're gonna go from my pocket to my fridge.
Slim could use the company.
I could use the Shmoo.
So I'll expect your answer by morning.
(Sighs) Is there anything else?
Well, I don't suppose I have to say anything as trite and clichéd as,
"Go to the police and you're a dead man."
I think you just did.
I guess I did.
So, let me see if I've got this right.
I'm paying you a lot of money to kill somebody and you're getting somebody else to do it?
Don't worry.
I'm gonna kill somebody.
Better call Brikowski.
Tell him there's a new face in town.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Sighs)
(Exhales)
- Hey. - Nick still hasn't shown, huh?
- No. - What's with you and that towel?
Oh... Lindsey...
- It's a very long story. - Get dressed, and tell me about it on the way.
Where are we going?
All we know is that somebody called Nick from the Hotel Cheval.
I spoke to a friend who works there.
They keep a record of every call made.
She can access the computer and we can find out what room the call came from.
What is it?
- I know this guy. - Who?
This guy.
You know that guy?
Yeah, I met him.
He was dead.
You met a dead guy?
Yeah.
In a walk-in freezer.
Bookmaker Slim Hopkins reported missing. Police have no leads.
Blah, blah, blah. Yada, yada...
A spokesperson commented off the record, "Ironic that Hopkins should go missing,
considering he's allegedly been behind a few disappearing acts himself."
I think it's time you told me that story about why you're still wearing that towel.
- Do you mind if I get dressed first? - (Phone rings)
Could be my friend from the hotel. Be right back.
Hm.
(Forceful knocking)
Hey, Lindsey, I don't think it's such a good idea that we continue to...
Put your shoes on, Schlomo wants to see you.
I don't know anyone named Schlomo.
Someone named Schlomo knows you. That is your only concern.
Let's go.
Like I said, I don't know...
Aaahh... better...
I think it's better if you let me do the talking.
You think?
What is it?
He's sorry that he hit you.
- Do you always speak for him? - Yes.
Hm.
So, he's a mute, then.
Not quite.
Well, what, then?
It's personal. You'll have to ask him.
- Hm. How would he tell me? - He wouldn't.
- Hey, are we going to the? - No.
- But he's right there. - A different outfit entirely.
Right across the street from one another?
At one time they were one with one another. And then they tried to kill one another.
And now neither man leaves his respective tower of isolation
for fear of what the other man will do to him.
Let me guess, all the way up?
(Elevator bell pings)
(Whispers) Penthouse.
# Gentle piano music
You must be Mr. Fisher.
Must I? Because... that hasn't been working out for me lately.
- But I'm afraid you must. - Well, if I must.
Do you know for what reason you've been brought here?
For starters, I'm unlucky.
The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher.
You are unlucky so I may know that I am not.
Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late.
Take yourself for instance. Yesterday you were better off than you are today,
but it took today for you to realize it. But... today has arrived, and it's too late, you see?
People are never happy with what they have.
They always want what they had, or what someone else has.
Kinda like a rabbi who would rather be a gangster,
a gangster who would rather be a rabbi.
I mean, what is that?
Some sort of grass is always greener on the other side of the fence thing?
I mean, how do you justify being a rabbi
and a gangster?
I don't.
I'm a bad man who doesn't waste time wondering what could've been,
when I am what could've been or not have been.
I live on both sides of the fence, and my grass is always green.
Consider, Mr. Fisher...
...there are two men sitting here before you,
and one of them you should be very afraid of. Where's my money?
- I've been hearing that a lot lately. - My father used to say,
"The first time somebody calls you a horse, you punch him.
The second time somebody calls you a horse, call him a jerk.
But the third time somebody calls you a horse, perhaps it's time to go shopping for a saddle."
- I don't have your money. - This isn't like skipping out on the check.
You owe me money. I have interests, you owe them money.
- I don't even know how much money I owe you. - $33,000.
- But I'm not Nick fisher. - Then who the hell are you?
I'm just a guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You have 48 hours to get my money.
Saul will keep an eye on you. In the meantime, you may go now.
Wait, I just have one question.
I wasn't frisked.
I see. So, being a rabbi, a... a religious man...
There are three things a Jew may not do in order to save a life, including his own.
He may not idol-worship, commit adultery, or perform an act of premeditated murder.
Killing you before you killed me would have been...
- Kosher. - (Exhales)
Acceptable.
(Door clanks shut)
I've wired half the money to your bank in the Caymans.
The other half will be deposited when our old friend is in the ground.
Now I can expect that when?
- Very soon. - Good.
So, tell me. The kid...
What do you want with him?
The kid and I have unfinished business.
If there's one thing I know, it's when someone is lying.
A man in my position, it's all he has to go on.
To know a lie when he hears it, it's the difference between life and death -
your own, someone else's.
That being said, he wasn't lying.
That's not Nick Fisher.
I know.
I came back here, you were gone. So, I went to the hotel without you to see my friend.
She says the call to Nick came from Room 1009.
A fellow registered under the name of Smith, if you can believe that.
It's one of the most common names in the world, so there's bound to be a couple of 'em.
But I get the feeling that this ain't one of 'em.
I get up to the tenth floor, and just as I do,
the door to room 1009 opens and there's our Mr. Smith. In the flesh.
So, I pretend I'm walking to the elevator instead of coming from it and we take it down together.
He smiles at me - thanks - I smile back.
But I have no idea who he is but I think you might.
So I take a picture using my cellphone which I thought was a total waste
cos the photos look like shit and I never use it.
So there I am pretending to dial a number, and taking Smith's picture - him none the wiser.
This is Smith. Recognize him?
No.
I didn't think you would, but it was worth a shot. Anyway, we take the elevator to the lobby,
and the man who calls himself Smith walks outside and hails himself a cab.
So I followed him.
He went down into an apartment building downtown.
So I wait. An hour goes by.
And just when I'm getting ready to leave - who walks outside?
- Smith? - You.
Me?
You out of the same building with two Hasidic Jews on either side of you.
Friends of yours?
Not exactly.
I think it's time you told me that story.
Well, there's this guy and they call him The Boss, right?
And then, right across the street there's this man they call The Rabbi.
- Why do they call him The Rabbi? - Because he's a rabbi.
(Jumbled voices)
So now I have to "take out", to use the vernacular,
The Fairy, in order to scratch a debt that isn't even mine.
And if that's not enough, I have 48 hours to come up with $33,000 or The Rabbi's gonna...
I don't know who Mr. Smith is.
And the worst part about it is, I'm not Nick Fisher.
Ironic.
I know, I don't even gamble.
No, I mean the mobster having a gay son. That's ironic.
(Sighs)
We are dealing with a bona fide case of mistaken identity here.
Things like that aren't supposed to be real. It's like amnesia.
Notwithstanding, here you are, and Nick's nowhere to be found, so...
I'd say you're fucked.
Fucked.
Shouldn't you be a little worried about this?
I have Ataraxia.
Ataraxia?
It's a condition characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation really.
I have to have my answer to The Boss in the morning.
Oh, what are you gonna say?
What a man with two penises would say when his tailor asks him
- if he dresses to the right or to the left. - What's that?
Yes.
I knew you had sense.
Sense is something you have when you have a choice.
Sometimes.
Sometimes it's when you know you don't.
Nah, don't move that bishop! It's an obvious sucker bet.
If you don't, y-y-you can have him in four moves.
If you do, he's gonna have you in mate in one.
He doesn't see it.
Wouldn't matter if he did.
Elvis lets me win.
Everybody lets me win.
Wait a minute. You know this game?
THE BOSS: You got three days.
I was thinking it would take me a week.
Oh, you were thinking that, were you?
With all your experience killing people? I'll tell you what.
You win this game, you got your week.
Hm.
THE BOSS: So, what's the plan with Yitzchok?
Was gonna play it by ear.
Well, if it's all the same, I'd write it down. It's a tough tune.
And, by the way, he has shadows.
Shadows?
Bodyguards.
With him all the time.
Military.
Ex-Israeli Mossad.
THE BOSS: They go where he goes, round-the-clock. Ex-Israeli Mossad.
Ex-Israeli Mossad.
That doesn't sound good.
They live in the apartment next door.
He wears a panic button on a chain around his neck.
Looks like an ordinary Star of David.
He presses that button and, well, we all know how that ends.
What's this?
Oh, God! No, you didn't?
(Shouting)
- Get down! - (Silenced gunshot)
Response time's gonna be three to five seconds.
He's gonna have to hit him when he least expects it.
Where?
- Where? - The apartment.
How do I get in his apartment? I can't just walk in the front door.
No, I was thinking you'd use the back door.
Then what?
He does the kid, I do him.
I plant my gun. Clean, no history.
And Yitzchok - fire a round, get some powder burns on the hands.
Take the clothes off - make it look like a,
"You do me, I do you, we're both gay, the world doesn't understand us," double suicide.
And that's all there is to it.
Is that all there is to it?
Yeah. It's all there is to it.
(Chuckles)
Peww!
I'm not such a bad guy, you know.
Some folks have grown pretty fat off me.
Some have grown pretty dead.
You're a conundrum, you.
You walk in here shooting your fucking mouth off like you don't give a fuck if it gets shot off.
You can only kill me once.
Checkmate.
(Sighs)
Nobody says I have to kill you quick.
Cat.
Mouse.
You've got three days.
Excuse me.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Dunno. But whoever he is, he's either in very deep shit or I don't know what.
Because he's playing in the sandbox with the Darkies, the Skullcaps and who knows who.
Call Murph and see if he got a match on that photo Marty snapped.
Yes, boss.
I want a complete rundown on this fucker. Everything from A to Z.
Who he is. Who does he know? The people he knows, who do they know?
I want to know what the fuck he is doing in my fucking city.
- What have you got? - Get this.
The Kat's in town.
Goodkat?
- It's the song junkies are singing. - What's the happenstance?
Didn't know the happenstance. Just said the word was the Kat's in town.