It's easy enough to find out, eh?
You find Mink, you bring him back here.
You go with Frankie and Tic-Tac to the Royale.
If Bernie's there, Frankie and Tic-Tac will take care of him.
And if he's not there?
I'll sit facing the corner in a funny hat.
FRANKIE: Get your little Hebe ass in the car!
TIC-TAC: Let's go.
BERNIE: What are you doing?! TIC-TAC: You're going to Miller's Crossing.
BERNIE: Tom! Tom! Jesus, are you part of this?!
You can't be part of this! I think these guys are gonna whack me!
FRANKIE: Giving me a headache, you little sheeny. Let's go!
BERNIE: Get me out of here! Tom! Tommy!
- Get me out of here! TIC-TAC: Get him out of here! Come on!
- All right! BERNIE: Frankie, get me out of here!
- Tic-Tac! TIC-TAC: Quiet him down!
FRANKIE: Get up, you skell!
BERNIE: Frankie, no! No! FRANKIE: Get up, you skell!
- Frankie! - Get up!
TIC-TAC: Okay, take him in the woods and whack him.
- What? - The boss wants you to do it.
Make sure you're with the good guys. You know how to do this?
Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his brain.
Then he's dead, then we go home.
FRANKIE: Get up and walk. BERNIE: I can't, Frankie! I can't get up!
- Get up and walk! - I can't!
TIC-TAC: All right, let's go!
You can't do this! You don't bump guys!
You're not like those animals back there.
It's not right, Tom! They can't make us do this.
They can't make us change. We're not muscle, Tom. I never killed anybody.
I used a little information for a chisel, that's all. It's my nature.
I get an angle, I play it. I don't deserve to die. Do you think I do?
I'm just a grifter, Tom! I'm a nobody!
But I tell you what, I never crossed a friend.
I never crossed a friend, nor you, I'll bet. We're not like those animals.
This is not us! This is some hop dream!
It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you!
I can't die! I can't die...
...out here in the woods, like a dumb animal!
In the woods like a dumb animal! Like a dumb animal! I can't...
I can't die out here in the woods...
...like a dumb animal. I can't...
...die!
I'm praying to you!
Look in your heart! I'm praying to you!
Look in your heart...
I'm praying to you, look in your heart.
I'm praying to you.
Look in your heart, look in your heart...
[GUN FIRES]
- Tommy... - Shut up! You're dead, get me?
I understand. I'm dead. God bless you.
Shut up! You have to disappear for good.
- No one can see you, no one can know. - Bless you.
Anyone sees you, you really are dead. You're not my problem.
Of course not, you've done your share.
- Shut up! - I understand.
- Shut up! - Thank you.
Shut up. Just get out of here before I change my mind.
[GUN FIRES]
[LAUGHING]
FRANKIE: Did you put one in his brain?
TOM: Yeah. FRANKIE: Thattaboy.
TOM: Mink? Tom Reagan. Where you been?
TOM: You're lucky. Dane's been looking for you. Bernie's dead.
MINK: Jesus Christ...
TOM: Stop wailing. Caspar knows you were in on selling out his fix.
MINK: Who gave him that idea?! - I did.
Sorry, we were chatting, it slipped out.
Lay low until Caspar calls. Tell him the Dane put you up to it.
Tell him that, and I'll make Caspar go easy on you.
- You got me into this. - That's right.
- I'm the only one who can get you out. - Wait, Tom...
Hello, Terry. Getting out the vote?
Message from Leo.
Leo says if you're smart, you'll sit this one out, not that he cares.
If you're on the wrong side, you take your chances.
Leo says he gives no special favors.
Tell Leo he's not God on the throne.
He's just a cheap political boss with more hair tonic than brains.
- Leo say that as well? - No, I said that.
Cross Leo and next time I'll say plenty.
When you're right, you're right, but you never say, "I told you so."
TOM: So what am I right about?
I'll tell you. But first, you gotta promise not to say, "I told you so."
I never say that, and I don't like people who do.
- Mink was robbing me with the shmatte. - What convinced you?
Mink took a powder. We can't find him. Dane's making excuses for him...
...but I think you was right. Mink and Bernie was in it together.
I think Mink heard that you bumped the shmatte and lit out. Son of a bitch!
- I told you so. - What?
You got a lip on you. That's all right.
I don't generally care for it, but that's all right.
You was a good sport to bump the shmatte.
- How do you know Mink skipped? - Dane can't find him.
- So he says. - Meaning what, exactly?
I didn't give it much thought until now...
...since a guy will say anything when his number's up.
But before I bumped Bernie, he swore that Dane and Mink set him up.
That they were the ones who sold out your fix.
Well, like you say, a guy will say anything.
So why isn't Eddie Dane here?
Well, he don't care for you, kid. Maybe it's only fair to tell you.
After you left, he tried to sell me on a double-cross.
He says why don't we give you the bump after we get the shmatte?
But I figure a deal is a deal. You're square with me...
...you bump the shmatte, I hold up my end.
It's ethics. Everything above-board...
...so everybody knows who's a friend, who's an enemy.
So the Dane doesn't like you, but he wouldn't cross me. We go back.
Of course, there's always that wild card when love is involved.
I know Mink is Eddie Dane's boy, but still l...
I don't make it that way.
- Then there's nothing to worry about. - Yeah.
Papa! Papa! I got a prize from the Sisters!
- I got a prize from the Sisters! - Just a minute. Of course, there's no...
Papa, papa...
Shut up! You take a page out of this guy's book!
A little less you talk, a little more you think!
Kids. You gotta be firm.
Anyways, there's no reason not to check things out.
Find Mink. He can tell us what's what.
What's the matter, somebody hit you?
What's the matter, aren't we friends anymore?
I wanna talk to him alone. That's how you get the straight dope.
Just me, Mink and my friend, Roscoe. You understand what I'm saying?
It ain't complicated.
TOM: Leave town for a few days. Things are gonna heat up around here.
Go to the Palisades. I'll join you soon.
I can't find Bernie. Did you find him?
Yeah.
- Is he leaving? - He...
He left.
- He say where to? - He didn't say. You...
Thanks.
DANE: What's that potato-eater up to? MAN: Beats me.
- Is that Bernie's sister? - Beats me.
- What's he seeing her for? - Beats...
Shut up. Get lost.
I'll see where the twist flops.
- You know who I am? - Yeah, Johnny Caspar's shadow.
Jesus, I open my mouth, the whole world turns smart.
- You're Leo's twist, right? - Me and Leo are through.
You're slutting around with Tom now?
- Get out of here! - Okay, see you later.
- What's your boyfriend up to? - Nothing I know about.
Yeah? That doesn't figure.
You dumping Leo for the guy who put a bullet in your brother?
Didn't tell you?
MAN: Spread it, Eddie!
- You Leo's? - Yeah. He wanted her looked out for.
Well, you did a bang-up job. I'll be sure to tell him. Where's Leo?
How do I know you won't kill me?
Because if I killed you and you were lying...
...I couldn't kill you then. Where's Leo?
He's getting his mob together tomorrow night at Whiskey Nick's.
- You sure? - Check it. It's gold!
You know what, yegg? I believe you.
Go ahead and run, sweetie. I'll track down all of you whores.
[KNOCKING]
[DOORKNOB RATTLES]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[FOOTSTEPS FALL]
Hello, Bernie. Come on in. Make yourself at home.
Hello, Tom. Thought I'd do that since you didn't seem to be in.
Figured it was a bad idea to wait outside since I'm supposed to be dead.
- How'd you know it was me? - Only you would knock, then break in.
- Your friends wouldn't break in? - They wanna kill me. They wouldn't knock.
What's on your mind, Bernie?
Things.
I guess you must be kind of angry. I'm supposed to be gone.
I guess it seems sort of irresponsible, my being here.
And I was gonna leave, honest I was. But then I started thinking.
If I stayed, it wouldn't be good for you.
Then I started thinking, that might not be bad for me.
I guess you didn't see the play you gave me. What am I gonna do?
If I leave, I got nothing. No money, no friends, nothing.
I stay, I got you. Anyone finds out I'm alive...
...you're dead.
So I got you, Tommy.
What, you got nothing to crack wise about?
Bernie ain't so funny anymore?
I guess I made kind of a fool of myself out there.
Bawling away like a twist.
I guess... I guess I turned yellow.
- You didn't tell anyone about that? - No.
Of course, you know about it.
It's a painful memory.
And I can't help remembering that you put the finger on me.
You took me out there to whack me.
I know...
...you didn't. I know. You didn't shoot me, but...
- But what have I done for you lately? - Don't smart me!
See, I wanna watch you squirm.
I wanna see you sweat a little.
And when you smart me...
...it ruins it.
There's one other thing I want.
I wanna see Johnny Caspar cold and stiff.
That's what you'll do for your friend Bernie.
In the meantime, I'll stay out of sight.
But if Caspar ain't stiff in a couple of days, I start eating in restaurants.
You make me laugh, Tom.
You're gonna catch cold, then you're no good to me.
What were you gonna do?
I'd just squirt a few, and then you'd let me go again.
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
Hello, Tad. How's the club holding up?
We're managing without you.
- Got Lazarre's money? - No.
- You're not supposed to be here. - Relax, Tad. Leo isn't around, is he?
Booked any heavy bets on a long shot at Saturday's fights?
Why the hell should I tell you?
Truth is, Tad, no reason on earth.
Saturday's fights. Drop Johnson put two grand on one yesterday.
On Sailor Reese, an undercard bum.
Drop Johnson? He play your book much?
You kidding? I didn't know he could count.
[WOMEN SCREAMING]
TAD: Jesus! You bring them with you?
- Still fighting the good fight? - Neither rain nor wind nor snow.
That's the mailman. O'Doole here?
Hello, O'Doole. You don't look happy.
Gutting the golden calf again! I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
It's confusing. You know a yegg named Drop Johnson?
- We've busted him. - Where does he flop?
Terminal Hotel, Bay Street.
[GUN FIRES]
O'DOOLE: Jesus!
Nobody asked me, since I'm just the chief, but in my opinion...
...Caspar is as crazy as Leo. And an Eytie into the bargain!
What's the matter, doesn't anything ever suit you?
[CAR ENGINE RUMBLES]
Hop in. We've been looking for you.
- I'm busy. - Hop in anyway!
You can't hijack me, we're on the same side...
...or didn't you get that far in school?
- How'd you get the fat lip? - War wound. Acts up around morons.
Very smart. What were you doing at the club? Talking with Leo?
Don't think, you might sprain something.
You are so goddamn smart. Except you ain't.
I get you, smart guy. I know what you are.
Straight as a corkscrew. Mr. Inside-outsky...
...like some goddamn Bolshevik picking up his orders from Yegg Central.
You think you're so smart. You joined up with Caspar...
...you bumped Bernie Bernbaum.
Up is down. Black is white.
Well, I think you're half-smart.
You were straight with your frail. You were queer with Johnny Caspar.
I think you'd sooner join a ladies' league than gun a guy down.
Then I hear from these two, they never even saw this rubout.
The boss didn't say...
Shut up! Or maybe you still got too many teeth.
Everyone is so goddamn smart.
Well, we'll go out to Miller's Crossing.
And we'll see who's smart.
[FRANKIE SINGS IN ITALIAN]
Understand, if we don't find a stiff out here, we leave a fresh one.
Where are your friends when you need them?
Where's Leo now?
Tic-Tac!
Ever noticed how the snappy talk dries up...
...once a guy starts soiling his union suit?
[URINATING]
Okay.
There's nothing out here!
Think about this...
...smart guy.
TIC-TAC: It's hankie time!
[COUGHS]
TIC-TAC: Birds have been at him. FRANKIE: Jesus Christ!
[TIC-TAC LAUGHS]
TIC-TAC: Told you to put one in his brain, not in his stinking face.
FRANKIE: I told you, Dane, we heard two shots.
[YELLING]
TOM: Hello, Drop.
- How are the Katzenjammers? DROP: Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?
- Had any visitors? - Uh, no.
- Not ever, Drop? - Not lately.
Then you must be happy to see me.
So you didn't see Bernie Bernbaum before he was shown across?
- Uh, no. - Seen him since?
One last question, Drop.
You got a lot of money on tomorrow's fight.
Is that your bet or are you placing it for a friend?
No, it's my bet. I just have a good feeling about that fight.
A good feeling, huh? When did the feeling return to your head?
You've outgrown that. Must be all the thinking you've been doing.
Tell Bernie he has to get in touch.
Nothing will stir until I talk to him.
[EXPLODING]
Anyone left in there, come out grabbing air! You know the drill!
[COUGHS]
[GUN FIRES]
[MEN LAUGHING]
[MACHINE GUN FIRES]
- Hello, Tom. Where you been hiding? TOM: Hither and yon. Is the mayor in?
- He's with Mr. Caspar. - That's who I'm looking for.
- I'll announce you. - Don't bother, I'm well-liked.
MAYOR: I can't do it! I'll look ridiculous! It isn't done! Assistants, maybe.
Mayor, you don't hear so hot! I said head of the assessor's office!
- But there are two of them! - I can count! Co-heads.
Needless to say, this office will do anything...
...to assist you and your cousins.
We did it for Leo on countless occasions.
Damn right! Had every potato-eater on a public tit!
There's a way we do things, hallowed by usage and consecrated by time.
When we hooked people up when Leo was running things...
Leo ain't running things! That's ancient history!
- I run things now! - No one appreciates that more than I.
I can give them jobs. Good jobs...
Jobs where they won't have to do any work...
- Where their lack of English will... - What is this, the high-hat?
- Tom, can you explain it? I can't... - You can do whatever Caspar tells you!
You didn't give Leo this double talk!
- Tom! Jesus! - Stop whimpering and do as you're told.
CASPAR: Start by getting out of here. MAYOR: It's my office!
Get out of here! Take it on the heel- and-toe before I whack you one!
You two, beat it.
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
Yeah, go keep the mayor company. I'll take care of youse later.
Running things, it ain't all gravy.
- What's the fireworks? - Knocking over one of Leo's clubs.
Son of a bitch won't go belly up.
Sorry. I heard about your ride this morning.
Sorry don't fix things. We could've missed the corpse, and I'd be dead now.
I know. But that don't mean the Dane's up to anything.
So he hears a rumor that Bernie ain't dead.
The Dane made up that rumor himself.
You don't know that. It don't make sense. Why would he?
There could be a damn good reason...
...if you got a fixed fight coming up.
- Do you? - Maybe.
Okay, yeah. Tomorrow night, the fix is in. What of it?
- The Dane know about it? - Yeah.
Okay, I get it.
If the Dane's been selling you out, he needs someone to blame.
I get it.
There aren't many folks he can point to.
The Dane sells me out, makes pretend Bernie's still doing it.
Bernie leaked the fix, and you take the fall for not killing him.
But I don't know. Why would Eddie cross me like that?
Money, okay, everybody likes money, but...
...somehow it just don't seem like him.
- I know the Dane. - Nobody knows anybody that well.
- Money don't mean that much to him. - Then it's not just the money.
He's got a wart on his fanny.
Huh?
A wart. On his fanny. Giving him the fidgets.
Maybe he's sick of the couch. Your desk don't look like a bad place to move to.
Kid, you got a lip on you.
But you're honest.
We can't get enough of that in this business.
I'll admit, since last we jawed, my stomach's been seizing up on me.
The Dane wants to double-cross you.
You double-cross once, where's it all end?
An interesting ethical question.
I'll find the Dane, talk to him, straighten it out.
- Have a chat. - I'll take care of it.
- I'm sure he'll come clean. - I'll take care of it.
- You're swimming in it. - I'll take care of it!
Johnny.
My chin's hanging out right alongside yours.
I'd worry a lot less if I thought you were worrying enough.
But I am, kid.
Christ...
Running things...
[PHONE RINGS]
- Yeah? BERNIE: I got your message.
- Bernie. I had a dream about you. - Yeah? A nightmare?
Very sweet. You were out at Miller's Crossing with your face blown off.
- You get a kick out of that? - It's Mink, isn't it?
I came back and he wasn 't happy to see me.
- Some friend. - You know how nervous he was.
I figured maybe you could use some insurance.
Did Mink have a.22?
He already ditched it. Why?
- After he shot Rug? - Yeah. How did you know?
Doesn't matter. I've thought about our deal...
...and you can stick it. - Huh?
- You got nothing. I'm calling your bluff. - Wait a minute...
I'm leaving tomorrow. All you have to decide...
...is whether I tell Caspar you're still around.
- lf you want me quiet, it'll cost you. - You can 't...
A thousand bucks is fair, so I want two.
- I'm going out. I'll be back at 4 a.m. - Wait a minute...
If you're not here with the dough...
...Caspar's gonna be looking for you tomorrow.
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
- Got any money? - No.
Okay.
[GRUNTS]
Third race tonight.
By the finish, Tailor Made had a view of the field.
You ought to lay off the ponies, Tom.
Okay.
Lazarre said he's sorry about this. It's just getting out of hand.
Eh.
He likes you, Tom. He said we didn't have to break anything.
That's okay. Tell him there's no hard feelings.
Christ, Tom.
He knows that.
Take care, now.
TOM: Tom Reagan. - Mr. Caspar is in the great room.
Swell. Can you hold these?
CASPAR: Kid, what's the rumpus? - I got news.
Yeah, news at this end too. My stomach's been seizing up on me.
- Mink just told me that he... - Eh!
- You talked to Mink? - Yeah, on the phone.
The Dane wants you to think he's gone, but he's here in town.
You're sure?
See for yourself. He's coming to my place, 4:00 a.m.
He's afraid of crossing the Dane. He told me about the fix.
He'll sing for a couple grand, but you better take care of the Dane tonight.
Mink says he's coming after us tonight.
- Leo's holed up at Whiskey Nick's. - What? How do you know?
DANE: That ain't all we know, smart guy.
Recognize your playmate?
You thought I'd quit, huh? Uh-uh.
I followed you this afternoon.
I wondered why Einstein would talk to a gorilla...
...so I grabbed the gorilla and I beat it out of him.
Give me a big guy anytime, they break easy.
Is there a point? Or is this just small talk?
I like that. Cool under fire.
I'm impressed.
He didn't know whose stiff we found, but I do.
You killed Mink, you son of a bitch!
It was Mink, you son of a bitch.
It was Mink, and by God, I'll hear you say it!
TOM: Is this how you taught Drop his story?
Come here, bum.
I am gonna send you to a deep, dark place.
And I am gonna have fun doing it!
[CHOKES]
CASPAR: Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
You lousy son of a bitch!
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a double-cross artist!
[SCREAMING]
I had a feeling about this son of a bitch!
Shut up!
Son of a bitch! I'll give you something to holler about!
It's okay, the Dane made him do it.
Then make him shut it!
And we do the same to Mink this very night!
We can't. He'll spill the whole setup.
- I never let anyone walk! - You've never crossed anyone.
4:00, my place.
Mink's coming in, so I promised him the money.
[SCREAMS]
[GASPING]
Look at this, kid.
Something I try and teach all my boys!
Always put one in the brain.
[BELL RINGS]
What's the rumpus?
I was in the neighborhood, feeling daffy.
- What are you doing? - Walking.
- Don't let on more than you have to. - In the rain.
Bernie's dead, isn't he?
- What makes you think that? - That's no answer.
I can't tell you anything yet.
No one really cares, do they?
- His friends didn't really like him. - He didn't like his friends.
You're one to talk. You're a son of a bitch.
You got me to tell you where he was, and you killed him.
I want to know why. What was in it for you?
Nothing for me.
Giving up Bernie was the only way I could fix things for Leo.
You said you didn't care about Leo.
I said we were through. It's not the same thing.
I don't get it, and I don't care.
I don't care what reasons you had.
He's still alive.
You expect me to believe you?
No.
That's you all over, Tom.
A lie and no heart.
It isn't easy, is it, Verna?
CASPAR: But before you do that, you gotta towel down.
You towel down first with a hot towel, as hot as you can stand.
Put the razor in cold water, not hot, because metal does what in cold?
- I don't know, Johnny. CASPAR: I'm telling you, it contracts.
That way, you get a first-class shave every time.
Okay, Johnny.
Ain't it the life, though?
TOM: Hello, Sal. You can dangle.
Hello, Tom.
You sure? You don't look so hot.
I'm okay.
I'll drive him home.
[TRAIN ENGINE ROARS]
[GUN FIRES]
Mr. Reagan, there were shots!
Go down to the drugstore and call the police.
Stay there until the officers arrive.
- Will my cats be all right? - Yeah, they'll be fine.
[MAN LAUGHS]
I get it. So you set me up?
Anything to avoid a little dirty work yourself, huh?
How'd you know he'd get it and not me?
I figured you'd come early, looking for blood.
He wouldn't, so you'd likely have the drop on him.
You're right. The chump never knew what hit him.
How do you know I won't still kill you?
There's nothing in it for you, now.
With him dead, we got nothing on each other.
- Let me have the gun. - Why?
Pin this on the Dane. We don't want him walking around after this.
The cops won't care what they hang the Dane for.
I guess that's true.
If you don't mind keeping the gun that killed Caspar. And Mink.
Why did Mink shoot Rug, anyway?
I don't know. It was just a mix-up.
Here.
- You're gonna say the Dane did this? - Sure.
- Mink thought Rug was tailing him? - Yeah, you know Mink. Hysterical.
Comes home crying, saying he had to pop a guy.
Rug was tailing Verna. Mink was just with her.
[BERNIE LAUGHS]
BERNIE: Funny, ain't it?
He was scared the Dane'd find out we were jungled up.
I bet you'd kept him plenty worried.
BERNIE: Yeah, so what?
Scratch, huh? A little bonus.
- Why did Mink take Rug's hair? - Beats me.
Fifty-fifty on the dough? Or maybe I should get more since I did the deed.
You keep it. I want you to have it.
Bernie?
We can't pin this on the Dane.
Why not?
Because the Dane's already dead, halfway across town.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Eddie Dane's dead. It's gotta be you.
I mean, it was your gun.
What is this? What the hell are you talking about?
You took my gun! It's just your word against mine!
Not necessarily.
Are you crazy? We're square.
We got nothing on each other.
Yep.
So, what's in it for you? There's no angle.
You can't just shoot me like that!
Jesus Christ, it don't make sense!
Tommy!
Look in your heart!
- Look in your heart! - What heart?
TOM: Tad? It's Tom.
Tell Lazarre I've got his money.
Yeah, all of it.
I wanna place a bet on tonight's fight.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
- They set you up? TOM: How's that?
A little hooch? Whatever?
Thanks for coming. Leo's anxious to see you.
TOM: I happened to be near.
[YELLING]
Actually, this might not be the best time.
- Who's inside? - O'Doole and the mayor.
I'll try again.
TERRY: They're planting the sheeny tomorrow. You can stop by.
[SPEAKING IN LATIN]
TOM: Big turnout. - Drop dead.
She's under a lot of strain.
Well, at least she didn't hit me.
LEO: I'm glad you came, Tommy.
- I guess... - She's taking the car.
Huh?
[ENGINE ROARS]
- I guess we're walking. - I guess we are.
We're getting married.
Congratulations.
Funny thing is, she asked me to tie the knot.
- I guess I'm not supposed to say that. - It doesn't matter. Congratulations.
Thanks.
Why didn't you say what you're up to? I thought you'd really gone over.
Not that I didn't deserve it, but you could've told me.
Telling you would only have queered things if...
There just wasn't any point.
Yeah, I can see that.
It was a smart play all around.
- I guess you know I'm grateful. - No need.
I guess you picked that fight with me just to tuck yourself in with Caspar?
I don't know. Do you always know why you do things?
Sure I do.
- It was a smart play. - Fine.
I'd do anything if you'd work for me again!
I know I can be pigheaded sometimes, but damn it, so can you!
I need you. Things can be the way they were.
I know it. I just know it!
As for you and Verna, well, I understand. You're both young.
Damn it, I forgive you.
I didn't ask for that, and I don't want it.
Goodbye, Leo.
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