I can't believe I'm going there tomorrow for an audition.
Isn't that amazing?
It sure is.
Evening, Mr. Reynolds.
Welcome back.
District Attorney Reynolds. Right this way.
- Nice to see you again, sir. - Where's Jeanette?
Oh, she got a gig down at the Trop. But this here's Shirley.
She's a talented girl.
In this lover's roulette
- Because I'm yours... - Uh-huh.
Watch it, Cota.
Oh, sorry.
I'm gambling my heart and my soul
Yes, I've set my sight
You in some kind of hurry, counselor?
I'm still the district attorney, you know.
Can't you get someone else to do this?
Not while Agent Byrne has my casino crawling with feds.
Look around.
The moon is so right
I feel lucky tonight
I'm gambling my heart
Under the circumstances, you either carry your weight
or you become dead weight.
If it's your luck I win
Here you go, ma'am.
Unbelievable.
That guy's here every week, never leaves a tip. Not once.
This is from the tap in Savino's office.
Tell Nono I got it handled.
The Sandwich is getting out with the Avocado.
You hungry?
I'm hungry-
We think Nono is Frank Navarro, the Chicago boss,
and Sandwich is what they call the skim.
And what's the Avocado?
- What or who. - Well, whoever it is,
he's the one that's getting the skim past the feds and out of the Savoy.
I say we bring in Byrne and the feds.
See if anyone in their files goes by that nickname.
If you bring in the feds, I can't protect Mia.
Do you wanna get Savino or not?
- Yeah, but I... - Then we need to bring in the feds.
It's our best shot.
She's right, Jack.
Oh, yeah.
Do me a favor, sweetie. Keep it close.
Yes, ma'am, you got it.
Ready?
Who is she?
I don't know. I never seen her before.
- She's on a roll. - Mm-hm.
- Thank you. - Perry, keep an eye on this for me.
And this is for you.
How about a little something for the girl in the ladies' room?
Of course.
- I'll be right back. - Mm.
- Hold the fort, will you? - Mm-hm.
Good evening.
Yes, it is.
Lena.
Vincent.
Why haven't I seen you here before?
You mean, where have I been all your life?
I mean, obviously you know your way around a casino.
Just surprised I haven't seen you in the Savoy before.
Well, I'm not from around here.
Haven't been to Vegas in years.
Oh? What brings you back?
I'm meeting someone.
Someone I haven't seen in a long time.
Well, whoever he is, he's a very lucky man.
He's not a he.
Katherine.
You know, once the feds find out about the tap on Savino's phone,
Mia's gonna get caught up in this. I'm not even sure if she's involved.
Well, then she has nothing to worry about.
Well, the way Byrne's been gunning for her, I'm not so sure.
Is there anything you can do
to, you know, talk to her? Warn her somehow?
Jack, I can't compromise the investigation.
I know. I'd do it myself if she'd listen.
Katherine, if there's anything you can do to help Mia,
anything at all...
Leaving so soon?
I gotta get back to work.
At this hour?
Someone's gotta run this place.
- You run the Savoy? - Yup.
Well, then you must know my daughter. She works here.
No kidding? What's her name?
Mia Rizzo.
You're Lena Rizzo?
That's impossible.
Lena Rizzo is dead.
Oh.
Vincent,
do I look dead to you?
What are you doing here? Thought you were finishing up
- the Anderson brief. - Sorry. I got distracted.
New developments in the Savino investigation.
Really? What you got?
A strong lead on how the skim is getting past the feds
and out of the Savoy.
- How? - Well, the sheriff's department
put a tap on Savino's phone.
Here, look at these transcripts. He keeps mentioning the same guy.
The Avocado, he calls him.
We think he's the one ferrying the skim from the Savoy
- to the Chicago courier. - Oh.
Any idea who this guy is, this Avocado character?
No, not yet, but with the FBI's resources,
- should be just a matter of time... - FBI?
I thought you said this was the sheriff's department.
Lamb decided to bring Byrne and the bureau in on this.
We can't take any chances.
Are you okay?
What?
Eddie Bade?
The guy nearly kills three people in those B and E's,
- and he's up for parole already? - Yeah.
Yeah, good behavior. What you gonna do?
The paper says he made a big spectacle in the court
when you put him away. Threatened to get his revenge.
Are you worried about him getting out?
Trust me,
Eddie Bade is the last thing I'm worried about.
- This place is a madhouse. - I know.
- I love it. - Maybe we should go to my meeting
at Capitol Records first and come back here later.
Tommy went through a lot of trouble setting this up. I don't wanna be late.
Relax, I'm gonna get you there on time.
- Name, please? - Dixon Lamb.
Here to see Violet Mills.
Is she expecting you?
No, actually. I'm here to surprise her.
Really? Heh.
Pull up here,
make a U-turn at the stop sign, proceed through the exit gate.
Wait, you're not letting us in?
No.
Have a good day.
Great. Now what?
Background extras, let's go!
Let's go, we need to hurry it up.
Mia.
- Miss O'Connell. - Please call me Katherine.
I'm glad we ran into each other. I was hoping we could talk, actually.
I have nothing to say to the district attorney.
I'm not here as an ADA. I'm here to talk woman to woman.
Savino's going down.
And it's not a question of if but when.
Did Jack put you up to this?
I've already told the FBI,
I'm not a rat.
No, you're an educated, professional woman
who works for a very powerful man.
And I also know that sometimes you have to do what he tells you to,
whether you think it's all right or not.
Do you think Savino wouldn't hang you out to dry in a second
if it suited him?
He will not protect you, Mia.
But I will.
Protect me? From what?
You could be looking at 25 years on multiple fraud counts.
But not if you tell me the names of Savino's friends in Chicago.
Heh. If you were so close to nailing Savino like you said,
you would've already had those names,
so let me tell you something, Katherine, woman to woman.
Making empty threats really undermines your authority.
Just a little tip from one working girl to another.
- Should have brought my sweater. - Yeah.
I told you to go with the spaceman,
but no, you wanted to go with the alien princess.
Here goes nothing.
Dixon. What are you doing here? Mm!
Well, come in. Come in.
Oh, who's that?
- Oh, that's Yvonne. - Yvonne Sanchez. Hi.
Well, you coming in?
Uh, yeah, I don't think so. I have an audition, so...
Yup, coming in.
What are you doing in L.A.?
Turns out forgetting you ain't so easy to do.
And Yvonne had an audition out here, so...
Well, you said it yourself, every girl deserves a cowboy.
Should have told me you were coming.
- Thought you'd be happy to see me. - I am happy.
It's just with the movie and everything-
You know, we should get going anyway.
We're gonna be late for Capitol Records.
Here, go ahead, take the car.
- I'm gonna stay here with Violet. - I can't.
- Dixon, I've got plans. - So? Cancel.
I can't. I'm sorry.
Oh.
Well, sorry to bother you.
Dixon, wait. Don't be like that.
I am happy to see you. I just-
I can't see you tonight.
Okay'?
I'll see you out.
Violet.
- Oh. Hi. Mm. - Hi.
What's the cowboy doing here?
Oh. Dixon is in town with his girlfriend, Yvonne.
- Ah, his girlfriend, huh? - Yup. That's me.
Yes, sir. We're just in town for some auditions,
and my girl here, she's a hell of a singer.
- Well, is that right? - Mm-hm.
You know that space picture we're doing on Stage 12?
What is that? That's, uh...
We gotta talk to Costumes about that.
You know, we really should be going.
- Yeah. - Wait. As long as they're in town,
your friends ought to join us tomorrow night.
I'm having a little get-together at my place.
Nothing fancy. What do you say, huh?
See you tomorrow night.
- Terrific. - Heh.
Come on, baby.
Great.
That's wonderful. Fabulous.
- Hi, Miss O'Connell. - Hey.
Jack, I spoke to Mia.
Yeah? And?
She wasn't very interested in what I had to say.
I'm sorry. I tried.
Katherine?
I just got a call from a neighbor reporting a possible break-in
at your boss's house. Have you seen Reynolds?
No. I'll call him at his office and tell him to meet us there.
Already did that. Secretary said she hadn't seen him all morning.
- That's strange. - Let's take a ride.
Yeah.
If the DA gets robbed, is that irony or just bad luck?
It's bad something. Look at that.
You stay here.
Reynolds?
Jack's next door talking to the neighbor.
Oh, my God, is that blood?
Damn sure is.
We got something more than just a simple breaking and entering here.
Neighbor saw a powder-blue Ford tearing out of here
right after hearing a commotion.
- They get the plate number? - She's saying there were no plates.
Well, then the kidnapper must have taken them off.
- You think Reynolds was kidnapped? - Got a break-in, signs of a struggle,
we got blood but no body.
We got a strange car fleeing the scene.
Who'd wanna kidnap Reynolds?
Eddie Bade.
Reynolds put him away for a string of armed robberies.
He was paroled on good behavior. Got out a couple days ago.
All right, Jack, get on the radio, tell them we're looking for a parolee
by the name of Eddie Bade
driving that powder-blue Ford, and we think he may have Reynolds.
You wanted to see me?
Yes.
Mia, this is Lena, friend of ours from Florida.
Well, I'll leave you two alone.
What's this about?
Mia. Um...
I'm your mother.
Hmm. My mother's dead.
I know that's what he told you.
- My mother is dead. - I'm so sorry.
This must be a tremendous shock for you. I...
I brought these baby pictures, your birth certificate.
I figured you'd want proof.
My mother left when I was 2 and died shortly after.
- No, that's not what really happened. - As far as I'm concerned, it is.
And even if you are who you say you are,
a mother who abandons her own child,
doesn't call, doesn't write, doesn't visit, nothing,
and she's not dead,
well, she might as well be.
It's not that simple.
With your father, nothing was.
He thought I was cheating on him.
- Were you? - No.
I swore to him up and down on my mother's grave.
What good is that?
For all we know, your mother could be secretly alive too.
Anyway, Johnny didn't believe me.
Told me to get lost.
Said that if I ever tried to see you or contact you again, he would kill me.
I had good reason to believe him.
Oh, for your sake, Mia, I hope he changed.
I hate to think of you growing up without a mother,
- and a father like that. - Why are you here?
I know what it's like to be alone.
No family, no one to rely on but yourself.
I just wanted you to know that you're not alone in this world.
Unbelievable.
This is incredible.
Dixon. Here he is.
So glad you could make it.
And Yvette, right? Hardly recognize you out of costume.
That's "Bésame Mucho."
Actually, it's Abel Cervantes.
Kid's the next Desi Arnaz.
Just signed him to a three-picture deal.
- Excuse me. Be right back. - Sure.
Mew .
Meet me in the cabana.
"Bésame Mucho" is the name of the song,
not the singer.
This was my grandma's favorite bolero.
Me?
No, we shouldn't be doing this.
Not here. It's too dangerous.
Oh, I love dangerous.
No, no, no. I should go
before Barry gets suspicious.
You know, you really ought to stop thinking about old Barry so much.
Let's see what we can do to take your mind off that, huh?
Beautiful job.
Your boyfriend was right. You are a hell of a singer.
- Thank you. - Wonderful voice.
Now, listen, I'm casting a new musical.
I want you to audition for me.
Come by my office tomorrow at 3:00.
- All right? - I'd...
We've got a situation.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Okay.
There's some guy over there in the bushes taking pictures.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait, wait.
Wait a minute, guys. Guys. Unh.
- You like taking pictures? - Wait. Come on.
I see you around here taking pictures,
I'll break your legs.
Well, thank you very much.
Thank you.
Was that Bade's sister?
Yup. She confirmed Eddie's been staying there
ever since he got out,
but he hasn't been home since day before yesterday.
- Huh. - Got any leads on that blue Ford?
I got to thinking,
what if whoever was driving that Ford didn't remove the plates?
What if he never had them to begin with?
It's a new car.
So I called Don Munroe over at Munroe Ford.
And guess who bought a powder-blue Fairlane, in cash,
day before yesterday.
- Eddie Bade. - Eddie Bade.
All right, everybody, listen up.
I want Eddie Bade's mug shot and a photo of Reynolds
sent out to every newspaper and TV station in town.
Tell them the disappearance of the district attorney
is now officially a missing-persons case,
and that Eddie Bade is the prime suspect.
Get on it!
Looks like Katherine was right.
Okay.
Come on, baby, come on.
Hard ten! Yes!
You're a real good-luck charm.
Oh. Thank you.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Yeah.
Oh, come, now, don't be stingy.
- Here you go, Bobby. Thanks. - Thank you, Miss Lena.
Her story checks out. I made a couple of calls.
Way I hear it, she'd show up every couple of years,
check to see if Johnny had changed his mind about letting her see you.
Of course, he never did.
I can't believe that's my mother.
I'm standing here right now looking at my mother.
You'll be okay.
People like you and me, we always end up okay.
Somethings rotten with the Avocado.
Come on.
Spokesman for Sheriff Lamb identified this man,
recent parolee Eddie Bade,
as the prime suspect in the disappearance
of Clark County District Attorney Jerry Reynolds.
Anyone with information regarding this case
is asked to call the sheriffs department hotline...
All right, I'll call you back.
Tony Boy says Reynolds never showed last night.
Which means the skim never made it back to Chicago.
Nana's already pissed off about the FBI busting the skim, now this?
So, what do we do?
You're my second in command.
What do you think?
I call Paulie Shells, have him front us the cash
until we find out what happened to Reynolds and the skim.
Nono and them will get their money by this time tomorrow.
You just tell me who's supposed to get what, and I'll take care of it.
Names, dates, everything you need right here.
Once you get done with that, put word out on the street
that I'm looking for Reynolds.
And my money.
Twenty-five.
Cash up front.
That's just the basics.
Extras are extra.
- Extras? - Whips, chains, handcuffs...
No handcuffs.
Eddie Bade?
Yeah.
You're under arrest.
But we're outside Clark County lines. I didn't break any laws.
Not for solicitation.
For kidnapping.
Kidnapping? What?
What are you talking about?
Ma'am.
So you're buying cars,
hitting the cathouse.
Heh. You've just been enjoying your freedom, haven't you, Eddie?
I didn't break any laws.
Oh, you've been in there a long time, so tell me,
where'd you get all that money to have all that fun?
Reynolds gave it to me.
Now, why in the hell would he do that?
All I know is he showed up at my sister's place,
and I thought he was gonna shake me down
for some of my old contacts or something.
Instead, he hands me a stack of cash,
says all I gotta do is buy a car and drop it off at his house.
- Did he say why he needed the car? - No. Just to buy it in my name.
Then he told me to get out of town, so I did.
Straight across the county line to the first brothel.
A man has needs.
I didn't break any laws.
- You mentioned that. - So can I go?
Yeah, you can go.
Just don't leave town.
So Reynolds staged his own kidnapping?
I think I know why.
We know from the phone transcripts that Savino told his contact:
"The towels never made it to the Laundromat."
In other words, the skim was never delivered.
So, what does that have to do with Reynolds, Agent Byrne?
The surveillance reports show that your DA
has been making regular visits to the Savoy for weeks.
Maybe he was the one that picked up the towels.
Wait, you think Reynolds was in on the skim?
He was at the Savoy just before he disappeared.
So when you told him about the bug,
he panicked, he took Savino's money, and he took off.
And then he framed Eddie Bade to throw all of us off the scent. Yeah.
I can't believe this.
Reynolds, the Avocado.
That's not what Savino was saying at all.
I picked up a little Italian in the war.
He was saying Avvocato. With a T.
It means lawyer.
What's Italian for vanished into thin air?
Okay.
If Reynolds is on Savino's payroll,
then he would have cash on hand, lots of it.
He didn't even have a safe in his house.
So he stashed it.
We find the money, we find him.
And how you gonna do that?
You think the DA's hiding his dirty money
down at the local bank?
No.
Not the local bank.
Hello, counselor.
So all this time we've been working to bring down Savino,
and you have thwarted us at every turn.
My God, Jerry,
how many bodies are out there in the desert because of you?
Starting with Sheriff Clyde Olson.
Well, my money says this started way before Clyde.
- Good luck proving it. - No, we don't need luck.
Once a jury hears that the man they elected
to protect them from criminals became one himself...
Savino threatened me, Katherine. I had no choice.
- Do not play the victim with me. - You don't know what he's capable of.
You obviously don't know what I'm capable of.
You're going away, counselor,
for the rest of your life.
And that may not be too long, because convicts,
they don't tend to play nice with the fellas that put them away.
It's gonna be real rough in there for you.
Unless
you continue to work for Savino,
and you report back to us his criminal activity.
- Oh, wait a minute, Byrne. - We didn't discuss this.
- I'm listening. - I want names.
Names of all his associates back in Chicago.
Are you kidding me?
He disappeared with the skim,
and you expect him to walk back into Savino's office
like nothing ever happened?
Savino's a lot of things, but he's not stupid.
I understand the risks.
He understands the risks.
What do you think, Katherine?
I think considering the damage he's done,
it's the least he could do.
You are gonna knock Silver's socks off.
Do me a favor.
Knock them off slow. I want plenty of time with Violet.
Dixon, you're better than this. And you deserve better than a girl
who makes you sneak around behind her boyfriend's back.
Why do you care? We're just having fun.
Not like you know anything about having fun.
I know what I see,
and you are in way over your head with this girl.
I just don't wanna see you get hurt.
Yvonne, you are not my mother, and this ain't my first rodeo.
- Go on in. - Thank you.
Yvonne.
Is that Mussolini?
Sure is.
- You Italian? - Mexican.
- Mm-hm.
I prefer Italian.
You work here,
that's what you'll be.
Ever hear of Rita Hayworth?
Of course.
What about Margarita Carmen Cansino?
No. Who is she?
Same girl.
She's who Rita was before Harry Cohn got his hands on her.
Imagine that. Cheers.
Point is, it's not where you start,
it's where you end up.
Mm-hm.
Uh, so will there be an accompanist?
Uh... No, no. It's just you and me.
But I thought this was an audition.
It is.
Do you know why my pictures are hits?
- No. - Because I know
what the public wants.
But for them to want you,
I have to want you.
So...
Make me want you.
I think I should go.
What? Worried about what your boyfriend might say? Hmm?
Ah, he's not really your boyfriend, is he?
Is he? Come on.
You think I don't know about him and Violet, huh?
Uh, I'm leaving.
Not so fast.
- Not so fast, you little puta. - I...
- Get over here! Come here! - Aah!
You like it tough?
You like it rough, huh?
No. No.
I don't care how it happened. I want my money.
Mr. Jenkins, what seems to be the problem?
I am missing three $5,000 chips. That's...
Fifteen thousand dollars, I know.
What happened?
I say she shorted me. She says the chips were stolen.
Either way, the Savoy is responsible.
I deserve to be made whole.
Susan, give Mr. Jenkins three $5,000 chips,
and write it up as a marker under my name.
Is there anything else we can do for you?
You can get to the bottom of this
- so it doesn't happen again. - Oh, I assure you, I will.
Thank you, Miss Rizzo.
Now, didn't your father teach you any manners?
It's customary to ask permission
before rifling through someone else's drawers.
Oh? And what's Emily Post's position on grand theft?
Hey, I made a lot of money for that guy Jenkins.
Way I see it, I'm just taking my cut.
That's funny, I don't think Vincent Savino will see it that way.
Or Sheriff Lamb.
Oh, heh.
Honey, don't kid yourself.
You and I, we're in the same line of work.
The only difference is I work for myself.
You steal on behalf of gangsters who will turn on you
the minute you so much as look at them wrong.
Well,
this is shaping up to be quite the family reunion.
Mia, I want to know you.
And I want you to know me.
Well, this is me. Take it or leave it.
I'm gonna need time to think about that.
I'm no mother.
And I won't pretend to offer maternal advice.
But I will tell you one thing: Protect yourself.
Because they sure as hell won't protect you.
I ought to know.
I'm gonna have to tell Vincent about these.
Well, then you're in luck.
You rea...?
Mia.
Will you be joining us this evening?
Actually, uh...
I was just leaving.
Hey, Georgie.
You know, for a woman who hasn't been in Vegas in years,
you certainly are friendly with all these high rollers.
Heh. They're not my friends.
More like business associates.
Is that what this is, you and me, just business?
I'd say the other night was more about pleasure,
wouldn't you?
Anyway, the way I see it, my business is good for your business.
- Couldn't agree more. - I bring the players to your casino...
And you keep them here, spending more and more money.
Exactly. Everybody wins.
Well, not everyone.
But you certainly make them feel like winners, and that's quite a skill.
- What's the matter? - Those towels, I think I found them.
I'm so sorry, Lena. I gotta cut this shod.
No apologies. Business comes first.
I understand.
Thank God.
I've been sitting here for hours.
Untie me!
Ah, God.
Where's my money?
I've got it, don't worry. Now, hurry up and untie me.
Always in a rush, counselor.
Hey, Bade could walk through that door any minute.
What's a Bade?
That's the guy who grabbed me. I paid him off to keep him from killing me.
I had to wire him every cent from my bank in Elko.
He could walk through that door any minute, put a bullet in my head.
Might be the easy way out for you.
What kind of name is Bade?
What is that, French?
Now, untie me, would you?
For God's sake, Vincent, what are you waiting for?
The skim is just sitting there in my driveway,
burning a hole in the trunk of my car.
Your trunk?
You gotta be kidding me.
Don't they teach you about crime in law school?
It's about time.
You're welcome.
Hey, there you are.
Waited outside Silver's office for about an hour.
What the hell happened?
I took a taxi.
- What's this? You're leaving? - Yup.
I'm driving home tonight.
You can come with me or not. I don't care.
Look, Yvonne, if this is about what I said earlier, I'm sorry.
Not everything is about you, Dixon.
- Who did that to you? - Nobody.
Let me see that. Who did this to you, huh?
Silver.
Oh, my God, Barry did that?
I'm gonna kill him.
No. You don't understand what kind of man he is.
That tells me everything I need to know about what kind of man he is.
You do not wanna make an enemy of him.
The man has his own police force, for God's sake.
I saw them, Dixon, last night at the party.
They caught a photographer in the bushes
and then smashed his camera across his face.
- I'm not scared of him. - I am.
If you go after him, he could take it out on me.
He bought it hook, line and sinker.
Reset the skim for later tonight.
Get names. I wanna know who that money is going to in Chicago.
Otherwise, there's no deal.
I know. I'm a district attorney.
Not anymore.
- Where's the meeting at? - The usual spot.
The mausoleum. Woodlawn Cemetery.
I don't like it. It's isolated.
There's only one road in and out of that place.
Tail's gonna have to stay at least a mile back.
No, no, no. You put a tail on me, you blow my cover.
He's right.
Sheriff, I put word on the street and got Savino to that motel
in a matter of hours without any suspicion.
The wheels of this thing are in motion, okay? Let's not gum up the works now.
Well, God forbid I stand in the way of progress.
What happened to your date?
Duty called.
Oh, men like Savino, business always comes first.
You ought to know that by now.
Mickey, her drinks are on me.
Hello?
This the guy who kidnapped you?
- Yeah, that's him. - No!
Shut up!
Then you do the honors.
Are you crazy, Vincent? I'm the district attorney.
I can't kill a man in cold blood.
Is that it?
Or is it that you can't kill an innocent man?
Because you say he kidnapped you,
but Mr. Bade here tells us a different story.
Now I don't know what to believe.
Believe me, I'm telling you the truth, Vincent.
Then prove it.
I'm sorry.
Got that string around my finger
What a world, what a life
I'm in Io...
Please.
No! No, no, no.
No more. No! No!
Any word on Reynolds?
Not yet.
Hot off the presses.
Yeah, I took care of it.
The towels made it out.
But the Avvocato didn't.