You alone?
Okay. Move it!
Do yourself to the drain.
A tough guy.
Do it.
I'll make it easier for you.
Go ahead.
Do it.
What is it with you?
You got junk!
No jewelry, no VCR...
...a shit TV that'll get me 20 bucks.
Go fish, amigo.
Remember now:
Your mom says
you're to go straight home.
- She'll be there when the shift is over.
- Yes, sir.
If we find the guy,
I'll give you a call.
Nick!
Nick!
Come on.
- I about gave up on you.
- Sorry.
Well, what do you think?
Well, I've never seen
anything like it.
- It's not too tight, is it?
- No, no. It's...
It's the style.
I always wanted to be a magician...
...but my hands, they're too tiny.
My father, he was bookkeeper here,
and he got me my first job:
Usher.
It was still a vaudeville house.
Then I worked up to projectionist.
It's not much, but...
...it's still show biz.
So...
...is the print ready to roll?
- Just a minute, young man.
Aren't we forgetting something?
A ticket.
You gotta have a ticket
to see a movie.
And have I got just the one.
See, when I was about your age...
...Harry Houdini played this theater.
And my pop took me backstage
to see him after the show.
And he made a gesture,
Houdini did...
...like this...
...and all of a sudden, this...
...was in his hand.
And he said to me...
He whispered. He said:
"This is a magic ticket.
It was given to me
by the best magician in India...
...and it was given to him
by the best magician in Tibet.
It's a passport to another world.
It was mine, and now it's yours."
And now it's yours.
What's it do, Nick?
I never had the courage to find out.
I had the ticket for years...
...and I wanted to try...
...but I guess I was afraid
it wouldn't work.
When I was your age
Houdini was like a god to me.
What if he was faking?
And then again...
...what if it did work?
Yeah, well, what if it did?
Well...
...Houdini said something else to me.
He said, "This ticket
has a mind of its own.
It does...
...what it wants to do."
And that always made me
just a little edgy.
Well, I guess there's only one way
to find out then. Right?
Please retain your stub, sir.
Shall we see if Mr. Slater
wins this time?
Jack Slater can't lose!
Never has. Never will.
Oh, Frankie.
Frankie.
Frankie.
Frankie, why you keep on
with the insults?
- I would never insult you, Mr. Vivaldi.
- When you lie...
...that's an insult.
I know you're Jack Slater's favorite
second cousin in the whole world.
You all the time talk to each other.
I gotta know what Slater knows...
...and you are going
to tell me, huh?
Does he know that my mob
and Torelli's mob...
...have just signed a secret pact
to control...?
To control all the drugs
in Southern California?
We mostly talk muzzle velocities.
Guns.
Meet Mr. Benedict.
The genuine article.
And you'd better believe it.
Sometimes he likes to bake
while he's shooting people.
What I'm saying is...
...Mr. Benedict can take you out
as easy as cake.
Pie, you Sicilian schmuck.
The man...
...is a surgeon.
You want me to make him...
...operate on you?
I swear, I don't know.
Dump him at his place.
But take it easy.
He bought it.
He actually believes
me and old man Torelli...
...are banding together.
Beauty part is,
nobody knows different.
Not till after the funeral.
Then everybody knows.
Everybody knows...
...Tony Vivaldi...
...is number one.
You are gonna pay.
Oh, are you gonna pay.
Are you sure this is the right address?
This don't look like a crack house.
What do you want, 60 guys dancing on
the lawn throwing cocaine at each other?
Just kick the door in.
- What's up, guys?
- Quiet. This is a drug bust.
A drug bust?
You must be joking.
My second cousin Frank
lives in there.
The only drugs you'll find
in there are aspirin.
If you touch that front door,
you're gonna need them.
Maybe there's been a mistake.
We received an anonymous tip.
Frank?
Frank?
Frank?
Frank?
Frank.
Jack.
- Jack, listen to me.
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