CASPAR: I'm talking about friendship.
I'm talking about character. I'm talking about...
Hell, Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word. I'm talking about ethics.
You know I'm a sporting man. I like to lay the occasional bet.
But I ain't that sporting.
When I fix a fight, say I pay a 3-to-1 favorite to throw a fight...
...I got the right to expect that fight to go off at 3-to-1.
But when I bet with this son of a bitch Bernie Bernbaum...
...before I know it, the odds even up.
Or, I'm betting on the short money. The sheeny knows I like sure things...
...he's selling the information I fixed the fight.
Out-of-town money pours in. The odds go straight to hell.
I don't know who he's selling to, maybe the Los Angeles combine.
Bernie ain't satisfied with the honest dollar he can make off the vig...
...or the business I do on his book. He is selling tips on how I bet.
So part of the payoff that should ride on my hip rides on someone else's.
So back we go to these questions:
Friendship.
Character.
Ethics.
So it's clear what I'm saying?
As mud.
It's getting so a businessman can't expect no return from a fixed fight.
Now if you can't trust a fix, what can you trust?
For a good return, you gotta bet on chance.
Then you're back with anarchy. Right back in the jungle.
That's why ethics is important. What separates us from the animals...
...the beasts of burden, beasts of prey: ethics.
Whereas Bernie Bernbaum is a horse of a different color, ethics-wise.
As in, he ain't got any.
- You sure it's Bernie selling you out? - It ain't elves.
- No one else knows about the fix? - No one without ethics.
LEO: What about the fighters that tank? - We only pick those we can threaten.
Any other bookies know? You play anyone else's book?
- I sometimes bet with Mink Larouille. - It ain't Mink.
LEO: How do you know? - It ain't Mink. He's Eddie Dane's boy.
Of course. The Dane always knows about the fix.
What the hell does that mean?
Let it drift. It means a lot of people know.
I guess you ain't been listening. Sure, other people know.
That's why we question character to determine who's chiseling in on my fix.
And that's how we know it's Bernie Bernbaum, the shmatte kid.
Because ethically, he's kind of shaky.
So you wanna kill him.
For starters.
Sorry, Caspar. Bernie pays for protection.
Leo, I ain't asking for permission. I'm telling you as a courtesy.
- It's gonna get done. - You'll have trouble.
You came to see if I'd kick if you killed Bernie. There's your answer.
I pay off to you every month like a greengrocer...
...more than the shmatte, and I'm getting the high-hat!
LEO: You pay off for protection, like everyone else.
Far as I know, the cops haven't closed your dives...
...and the D.A. hasn't touched any of your rackets.
You haven't bought a license to kill bookies. I ain't selling any.
So take your flunky and dangle.
I'm not some guinea fresh off the boat you can kick.
I'm too big now. I'm sick of taking the strap from you.
I'm sick of marching in here to kiss your Irish ass!
And I'm sick of the high-hat!
You's fancy-pants, all of youse.
Johnny... You're exactly as big as I let you be and no bigger...
...and don't forget it. Ever.
That's right, Leo. You're the big shot around here.
And I'm just some schnook likes to get slapped around.
Twist a pig's ear, watch him squeal.
Bad play, Leo.
- You got up the wrong side, huh? - Same side as always.
That's what I mean. Still owe Lazarre money?
- I could put it right for you. - I don't need it.
You haven't played a winner in weeks. People'll talk if he breaks your legs.
- People'll say I had it coming. - They'll be right.
Call me a big-hearted slob, but I'll square it.
I think I'll do that this very same night.
Looking at you moping around takes away my... What do you call it?
- Joy de veever? - Joie de vivre.
- lf you laugh at me, the hell with you. - The hell with you.
I'll square myself with Lazarre. That's why God invented cards.
- There's one thing you can do. - Name it.
Think about what protecting Bernie gets us and what offending Caspar loses us.
- You know I don't like to think. - Yeah.
Well, think about whether you should start.
TAD: Wake up, Tommy.
I am awake.
TAD: Your eyes are shut. - Who you gonna believe?
- How'd I do? - What do you think?
You are a millionaire. You gonna remember your friends?
- Where's me hat? - You bet it, mug.
Good thing the game broke up before you bet your trousers.
- Who made off with me hat? - Verna. Verna and Mink.
- Who? - Mink and Verna.
- Is Thunderclap running tonight? - Thunderclap?
- Yeah. - What's she leaving at?
3-to-1, more than likely.
Lay off, Tom. You shouldn't go deeper in the hole.
Tell Lazarre I want 500 on the nose.
You would have it.
TOM: I want me hat.
Is that all you came for?
Yeah. I want me hat.
It's mine. I won it.
- What are you gonna do with it? - Drop dead.
TOM: I need a drink.
Why didn't you say so?
[KNOCKING]
Hello, Tommy. Sorry about the hour.
I'll live. What's the rumpus?
Can I come in?
Sure.
TOM: Drink? LEO: I wouldn't mind.
- I tried calling earlier. - I got home late.
- Well, I'm sorry about the hour. - Uh-huh.
Not bad.
- Better than the paint we sell. - That it is. That it is.
- You thought about cutting Bernie loose? - Can't do it, Tommy.
That's sort of why I'm...
- Tommy, I don't know where Verna is. - Uh-huh.
I know you're thinking, "What's new?"
- But the situation now, I'm worried. - She can take care of herself.
- Maybe better than you can. - What does that mean?
Want another one?
LEO: No.
What does that mean?
- How far has she got her hooks into you? - That's a hell of a question.
It's a grift. If she didn't need you to protect her brother from Caspar...
...you think she'd take slow carriage rides with you?
That's the deal, isn't it? You protect Bernie till Caspar cools down?
You're a prickly pear.
- What's wrong with that? - Nothing. I don't blame her.
She sees the angle, you, she plays it. She's a grifter, just like her brother.
From grifter parents and grandparents. They'll spawn grifter kids.
Stop it. I don't like to hear my friends run down.
- Friendship has nothing to do with it. - You'd do anything to help friends.
Wrong, Leo. You do things for a reason.
You know all the angles. Christ, better than anybody.
Maybe you're wrong about this. You don't know what's in her heart.
If she's such an angel, why are you looking for her at 4:00 a. m?
- I put a tail on her this afternoon. - Uh-huh.
I asked Rug Daniels to follow her around.
To keep her out of trouble. Wasn't to spy.
I was worried. With Caspar, you can't be too careful.
What did Rug say?
That's just it. Nothing. He's disappeared.
So you've lost your lady friend and her tail?
I guess it sounds pretty sorry.
Help me out. I don't know where to look.
You know Rug's crowd and Verna's.
I'm worried, with the way things are with Caspar.
You shouldn't be confronting Caspar. You can't trade body blows with him.
I reckon I can still trade body blows with any man in this town.
Except you, Tom.
And Verna.
Okay, give me the needle.
I am a sap.
I deserve it.
Thanks for the drink.
Let me know if you hear anything.
Who was that?
Leo.
He's looking for you.
Did you tell him I was here?
No.
Did you put in a good word for my brother?
No.
- You said you would. - I said I'd think about it.
What did you tell him?
- Did you see Rug Daniels last night? - No.
What did you tell Leo?
I told him you were a tramp and he should dump you.
You're a son of a bitch, Tom.
- What's the rumpus? - Mink.
- You got your hat back. - What of it?
Nothing. It ain't my business. Bernie wants to see you.
- I'm not made of glass. - He's nervous in public.
- He's nervous. Who wouldn't be? - Look, Mink...
He wants you to ask Leo to watch him. Leo listens to you.
Not that Leo wouldn't help the shmatte anyway.
- I don't get it. - What's to get?
- You're Dane's sycophant. - I can have more than one friend.
I don't want Dane to know, but a guy like Bernie?
For a sheeny, he has good qualities.
What's going on with you and Bernie?
Nothing. We're friends. You know, amigos.
You're a fickle boy, Mink.
If Eddie Dane finds out you got another amigo...
- I doubt he's the understanding type. - How's he gonna find out?
Damn it, Tom. You and me ain't even been talking! Jesus!
[MEN LAUGHING]
LEO: Hello, Tommy.
You know O'Doole and the mayor.
I ought to. I voted for him six times last May.
And that ain't the record either.
Verna turned up. She's downstairs.
- She say where she been? - No. I didn't press her.
- You hear about Rug? - Yeah, R.I.P.
They took his hair. Jesus, that's strange. Why would they do that?
Maybe it was Injuns.
Eyties, more like it.
Giovanni Casparro.
So you figure Caspar bumped Rug?
- It's pretty obvious, ain't it? - Yeah? So, what's the plan?
Jump on the guinea with both feet. Give him the lowdown.
Leo just reminded us that Mr. Caspar operates several clubs in our city...
...wherein the patrons imbibe rum and play games of chance.
- We're to stop the party. - They don't look happy about it.
- It ain't that. - We do as we're told!
Stirring this up won't be good for anyone. It'll mean killing.
- I can't just lay down to Caspar. TOM: You could do worse.
Bernie is a small price to pay for peace.
It's business. A war will hurt everybody.
Bernie plays with fire, he must deal with the consequences.
That ain't even the point anymore.
He pooped Rug. The day I back down...
...Caspar's welcome to this town and my place.
- I didn't start this... - You did. You and Verna.
- We can dangle, if you'd prefer. - Sit down! We're all friends!
Caspar hasn't broken the rules. Bernie and you have.
If you call a war, you have more to lose than Caspar.
But more to beat him with! We have faced worse odds.
Never without reason. It helps to have one.
It's your call. My opinion used to count for something around here.
- It's always yours to take or leave. - Come on, it's not like that!
Goddamn it!
Goddamned kids just like a twist.
Give me a stiff one.
No small talk, huh?
- They shoot your horse? - lf there's any justice.
- Verna around? - In the ladies' room.
You got Lazarre's 500?
- He'll have to carry me. - He won't like that.
- Couldn't you get it from Leo? - It's not Leo's debt.
- I'll pay in me own way. - I admire a man of principle.
Does this go on the tab?
Close your eyes, ladies, I'm coming through.
- Who's the war paint for? - Go home and dry out.
You don't need it for Leo. He already thinks you're Miss Jesus.
- What's wrong with you? - Afraid people may get the right idea?
Leo has the right idea. I like him. He's honest and has a heart.
- So opposites attract. - Mind your own business.
- This is. I intimidate helpless women. - Then find one and intimidate her.
Leo's gonna shoot himself in the foot for you.
- I don't know what you mean. - He's fighting for Bernie.
- Leo's a big boy. - He used to be.
You want me to pretend I don't care what happens to Bernie?
He's my brother. I don't want him to get hurt.
If Leo wants to help, I'll show him a good time. There's no harm.
- There's a name for that arrangement. - I'll do what I have to for Bernie.
Regardless of what you think of me, Bernie's a decent guy.
- A straight shooter, huh? A square G? - Sneer at him like everyone else.
Just because he's different, people think he's a degenerate, scum.
- Well, he's not. - Poor, misunderstood Bernie.
What is this about, Tom?
You want me to stop seeing Leo? Why don't you just say so?
- Quit pointing Leo where to go. - I forgot. That's your job, right?
I'll do what I must to protect Leo. I'm asking you to leave him alone.
If I told him about us, your pool would dry up.
- Yours too. Don't threaten me. - Don't play me for a sucker.
- That kind of game won't work with me. - You think last night was campaigning?
I can see the angles.
If old ladies were wanted, you'd have your grandma in line.
- You're a rumhead. - And I love you, angel.
I suppose you think you've raised hell.
Sister, when I've raised hell, you'll know it.
[PHONE RINGS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Yeah?
MAN: Lazarre wants his money now. - I need a few days.
- Why's that? - Because I don't have it.
- How do I know you ain 't got it? - Because I say so.
That ain 't gonna convince us.
- What would be good enough? - Lazarre won 't like it.
Tell Lazarre he can send someone over to break me legs. I won't squawk.
- Hello, Bernie. - Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?
TOM: Come on in. Make yourself at home. - You weren't here so I did that.
I didn't answer the phone, though. Figured it wasn't for me.
I get it. Get to the point, huh? The point is, I'm a good guy.
- I've heard that a lot. - Good guy, lots of friends.
If you appreciated me more, you wouldn't make waves with Leo.
It's a bad time to do that. We're both in a jam.
You're on a bad streak, short of funds.
I've got that crazy dago mad at me. Don't ask me why.
I'm a small timer getting by, like everyone else.
I need help from friends. Like Leo and you.
- Leo gets Verna. What's for me? - Come on.
It wasn't my idea. You know she'll sleep with anyone.
She even tried to teach me something about bed artistry. You believe that?
My own sister!
Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends.
- She's a sick twist all right. - She speaks highly of you.
You stick by your family.
I can pay your debt if that would make us friends. A guy can't have too many.
Big payday Saturday. You could be in on it.
Another fix? Which fight?
That's confidential now. But it needn't stay that way.
How come you know about it? Caspar isn't laying any more bets with you.
You must have Mink jumping through hoops.
Like I say, you can't have too many.
We got a deal?
I'll think about it.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
TOM: Hey, Adolph.
- My credit still good with you? - Mm.
- Give me 100 across on Tailor Made. - Lazarre won't like it.
- Try 50 across. - I'll try.
- You'll owe another 150. - Only if I lose.
The way you're going...
- Horses got knees? - I don't know. Fetlocks.
If I was a horse, I'd be on my fetlocks praying you don't pick me.
- Drift, small guy. ADOLPH: Drop dead, ape.
Boss wants you. He didn't have time to engrave nothing formal.
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
CASPAR: What do you mean he's eating too much?
What's the goddamn doctor know?
- What you eat for lunch? - A hot dog.
- Just a hot dog?! - A hot dog and mustard.
A hot dog and mustard?
A hot dog...
A hot dog and mustard!
You hear that, Dane? My kid is as smart as a whip!
Even Uncle Eddie thinks that's funny.
Okay.
Go ahead. Which hand is the penny in?
Choose again.
Okay. Here you go. Take the shiny new penny.
Take the kid and wait in the car. Give him a penny, boys!
- I ain't got a penny, boss. - That's a penny you owe him.
Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus? You like kids?
No.
Have a seat. Go ahead.
You're missing out on a complete life. I know, kids, big deal.
But still, I'm telling you...
Anyways, thanks for coming by.
I just wrote this check to Lazarre.
For 1500. More than you owe, but you could use some money on credit...
...a high roller like you. What do you say?
Thanks.
Always the yapper, huh? Well, you're welcome.
Wanna know why I'm squaring you with Lazarre?
Not particularly.
I want everyone to be friends. I do this, you're friends with Lazarre...
...you're friends with me.
All you gotta do to show you're a friend is give me Bernie.
You know it's right.
The shmatte steals from me. I can't have Leo giving him a shiny new penny.
So I give you Bernie, smooth over Leo, and you pay Lazarre.
Yeah, then we're all friends again: You, me, Leo, the Dane.
We can maybe have tea sometime.
Come on, Eddie. Friends is a mental state. What do you say, kid?
- I'll think about it. - He'll think about it.
Hear that? He's a thinker. That's terrific.
- Does he want a pillow for his head? CASPAR: Think about it.
It's a mental state.
If it'll help you think, you should know if you don't do this...
...you won't be in any shape to walk out of here.
Would that be physically or just a mental state?
CASPAR: That ain't friendly, kid.
I make you a nice offer, you give me the high-hat.
Hold it.
Jesus, Tom.
[FOOTSTEPS POUNDING]
[GRUNTS]
TOM: Just in the nick of time, huh?
Well, no harm done. Unless your friend broke his foot.
- Where am I? - Johnny Caspar's pleasure dome.
Same as when you left us 10 seconds ago.
How are you? Care to scrape a knuckle on your playmate here?
No, thanks, Delahanty.
If you change your mind, we'll be interrogating for a while.
- What was that party about? - We do it every week.
- What is the matter with you people? - They said make it hurt, so we do.
[YELLING]
Drink, O'Doole?
I'm on duty.
To Volstead.
[GLASS BREAKS]
- Any news about Rug? - Still dead, far as I know.
- Get a slug out of him? - Yeah, a.22.
I'm just the chief around here...
...so don't tell me if you don't wanna, but what's Leo doing?!
Make him listen. It ain't right, this fuss over one sheeny.
Let Caspar have Bernie. We're burning our meal ticket here.
Leo'll do what suits him, you'll obey. He still runs this town.
He won't be for long if this keeps up. It's no good for anyone. You said so.
First off, I can say what I please to Leo and about him. You can't.
Second, once Leo decides, that's that.
There are plenty of other coppers who wouldn't mind being chief.
Jesus, Tom, I was just speculating about a hypothesis.
I know I don't know nothing.
It's just a... It's just a damn mess is all.
[MACHINE GUN FIRES]
O'DOOLE: A goddamn mess!
[PHONE DIALS]
Hello, officer. I'd like to report an intruder at 346 West Louis...
Who's this? Hello, Shad.
Tom Reagan here.
No, we won't be needing any today.
My mother didn't recognize me. I want Mulvaney.
- Miss me? - Drop dead.
Sean? Tell O'Doole to get a car to Leo's tonight.
If we're banging away at Caspar, let's be ready for him to bang back.
- What do you want? - I was in the area, feeling daffy.
So I thought I'd drop in for an apéritif.
- Rug Daniels is dead. - Gee, that's tough.
Don't get hysterical.
I've had enough excitement without a dame going weepy on me.
- I barely knew the man. - Bit of a shakedown artist.
Not above the occasional grift. You'd understand that.
All in all not a bad guy. If looks, brains and personality don't count.
- You better hope they don't. - We're not the saint your brother is.
- Who killed him? - Leo thinks Caspar.
- But you know better. - I do now.
Caspar wants to fix his tiff with Leo, which he'd hardly do if he was warring.
So I figure you killed him, angel. You or "Saint Bernard."
Why would I, or my brother, kill Rug or anybody else?
Rug was following you. He knew about you and me.
That wouldn't help your play with Leo.
You think I murdered someone? Come on, Tom. You know me a little.
- Nobody knows anybody. Not well. - You know or you wouldn't be here.
Not at all. I came to hear your side of the story.
How horrible Rug was, how he goaded you, shook you down.
- That's not why you came. - Why?
- The oldest reason. - I know friendlier places.
- Why can't you admit it? - What?
You don't like me seeing Leo because you're jealous.
Admit you've got a heart, even though it may be small...
...and you can't recall when you last used it.
If we were casting feelings into words, I'd have memorized the Song of Solomon.
Maybe that's why I like you, Tom.
I never met anyone made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.
Though one day you'll pay the price for it.
Okay, Verna. But until then, let's get stinko.
Let's do something else first.
TOM: Yeah. Let's do plenty.
["DANNY BOY" PLAYS]
[FIGHTING]
[THUDDING]
[MACHINE GUN FIRES]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
- Who's winning? - We are, for the nonce.
- What's the disposition? - 4-to-1. Dana burned in the house.
- And theirs? - One burned.
- The other three? - Lead.
- Whose? - Leo's.
- He's still an artist with a Thompson. LEO: Yeah, do that.
Well, find him, goddamn it!
Go and see if he fell in the john.
Son of a bitch. No chief. Who's manning the goddamned store?
TOM: Can't raise O'Doole? - No, nor the mayor either.
That's not good. They're running.
- They wouldn't dare. - I told you not to hit Caspar's club.
- I'm still here. - He hurt you anyway.
That son of a bitch slit his own throat.
Last night made you look vulnerable.
You run this town because people think you do.
They stop thinking it, you stop running it.
Sounds like a bad break for me I wasn't killed!
Start taking Caspar seriously.
Retreat to win. Give up Bernie. That'll solve our problems.
Not anymore. Fighting with a psychopath gets you nowhere.
It makes people choose sides when you look shaky.
The hell I do.
Where's the mayor? Why aren't the police here?
- Why weren't cops at your place? - I didn't ask for any.
I did.
Mother hen, eh? What's the matter?
- Think I can't take care of myself? - You can't.
The smart play: give Bernie up. Let Caspar think he's made his point.
- Wait for him to show a weakness. - Please.
You're risking your neck...
...for a guy who'd chop you off at the heels for two bits.
Tom...
...things aren't as clear-cut as you make it.
Bernie's... Hell, you know about me and Verna.
Things now are...
Not that I haven't been a gentleman, but...
I plan to ask her to marry me, Tom.
I guess you think that's a bonehead play.
- You think she wants you to? - How the hell do I know?
I think she does. Of course she does.
I know you think different, but, well, we just differ on that.
- Leo, Caspar didn't kill Rug. - Of course he did.
No. Think about it just this once. Who was Rug following?
Huh?
It's not that sinister. A strange man follows her down a dark alley at night.
Verna wouldn't panic, shoot someone for following her.
No, it didn't happen like that, she'd have told me.
They pulled a.22 slug out of him. A woman's gun.
I know you don't like it, Tom, but I trust Verna as much as I trust you.
Okay, Leo. Then maybe it wasn't that innocent.
Maybe Rug knew something she didn't want you to know.
Maybe he knew where she was sleeping...
...and who with.
Maybes don't make it so.
There's more than maybes.
You've never lost anything before by trusting me. Trust me on this.
This is too important.
I don't ask much and I don't ask often. Trust me on this.
- Tommy... - Trust me on this or to hell with you.
You don't mean that.
She was with me, the night Rug was following her...
...the night you dropped by.
Ah...
[DOOR OPENS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Okay, Leo. Okay. I'll throw him out.
Yeah, do that.
It's the kiss-off.
If I never see him again, it'll be soon enough.
[PHONE DIALS]
TOM: Hello, Frankie, it's Tom. How's the flunky business?
I've had worse. Your ventilator mending?
[KNOCKING]
Tell Caspar it's forgotten. I'd like to see him.
All right, let me know.
It worked, whatever you did.
Leo says we're quits.
- You know I had nothing to do with Rug. - Maybe not.
- That isn't what soured him on you. - Oh, you and me, huh?
You always take the long way around to get what you want.
You could've just asked.
What did I want?
Me.
[PHONE RINGS]
Yeah?
Yeah, yeah.
When?
Okay.
You still up?
Yeah.
What are you chewing over?
A dream I had once.
I was walking in the woods, I don't know why.
Wind kept moving, blew me hat off.
And you chased it, right?
You ran and ran, and finally you caught up to it.
And you picked it up, but it wasn't a hat anymore.
It had changed into something else, something wonderful.
No, it stayed a hat. And, no, I didn't chase it.
Nothing more foolish than a man chasing his hat.
- Where are you going? - Just have to do a few things.
- You might be able to patch things up. - Me and Leo are finished.
You never know. He's got a big heart.
We're quits as far as I'm concerned.
If Leo did want me back, he's a bigger sap than I thought.
VERNA: Then why don't we just leave town?
There's nothing keeping you here. There's nothing keeping me.
- What about Bernie? - He could go with us.
You, me and Bernie. Where would we go, Verna? Niagara Falls?
- Why do you hate him? - I don't hate anyone.
VERNA: Or like anyone.
Where is Bernie?
- Why? - Leo can't protect him anymore.
I ought to tell him to skip.
The Royale, room 302.
I guess we both double-crossed Leo. There's no getting around that.
I guess he's well rid of both of us.
The two of us, we're about bad enough to deserve each other.
Are we?
We're a couple of heels, Tom. Yes, we are.
CASPAR: So he says, "Give him a dollar. This swell lunch was my idea."
[MEN LAUGHING]
Hello, Tom. You know O'Doole and the mayor.
- Hello, boys. - Tom's a big booster.
That's fine. Tom and I got the proverbial fat to chew.
MAYOR: Let us know if you need anything. - Yeah, happy days. Have a seat.
Yeah, that's it.
- So you had time to think about things? - Yeah, circumstances have changed.
I know. The Dane was disappointed the bulls showed up...
...before they could pin your ears back.
But I said, "Relax, Eddie, I got a feeling about this kid.
The kid and Leo are gonna go bust-o. Matter of time.
The kid's too smart for Leo." I'm like a psychic.
Ask the Dane if I did. Like a psychic.
- You vouch for this psychic business? - Right.
I know you knew protecting the shmatte was dumb.
I know you've been wise to all of Leo's dumb ideas.
Only a matter of time. That's why we didn't put the arm on you, only Leo.
Since you botched that hit, I can only be so grateful.
That's brave, little Miss Punching Bag.
- Okay, Eddie! Friends now, huh? - Nuts.
- I guess you'll be looking for a job? - I might be.
Got references? Been to college?
We only take yeggs what's been to college. Ain't that right, Dane?
I'm joking, of course. We know you can be useful to us, a smart kid like you.
The man who walks behind the man and whispers in his ear could be useful.
I can do plenty for you. Can you get Leo off me?
Don't worry about Leo, we got plans for him.
- Like what? - Not so fast, kaput-nik.
He's trying to say there will be time to talk about that.
We can table that for a later day.
See, the last time we jawed, you gave me the high-hat.
I guess I'm saying you gotta put something on the table first. Ante up.
- Where do we start? - Hear that? All business.
I told you he was a good kid! All business!
We could start with the shmatte. Where's the shmatte?
- You could tell us that. - The Royale, room 302.
- You might find Mink with him. DANE: The hell you say.
Bernie and Mink are cozy as lice. And it ain't just business.
- He's lying. - Why would I?
This guy is all wrong.
Mink is clean and this clown is a smart guy!