memory.
How does "bookkeeper" strike you, huh?
- What about him?
- He sold you out.
- To who?
- Primo Pitt for 25 big ones.
What did he sell?
A cleaver big enough
to cut yours clean off.
Yeah.
Pitt got the stuff?
Not yet.
- But you'll get it back.
- Oh, yeah.
For 50,000. Half now, half on delivery.
Don't got that much on me.
Tell you what. The bookkeeper does.
On the river. Pier 14, Star of Bolivia.
Just have one of your mutts
drop it at my place.
- And the goods?
- Don't worry, you'll hear.
- Dehl. Dehl.
- Yeah?
Cross me and you're snail food.
This is crummy, Speer.
I better check this out.
It may be for his own good.
Look what the rat dragged in.
Sugar, it's all gonna be fine.
What kind of game are you playing, Pitt?
Did you have a good time at the fight?
- Wasn't nothing.
- Maybe not.
You're in a lot of trouble, shoe fly.
Open that case.
Open the case.
Run!
Get her!
Stay there.
Jesus!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Everything all right?
- All right for me, not so good for him.
- He took a four-story fall.
- Fall?
- He had help.
- Bastards.
- Didn't know you two were so close.
- He was my partner.
That's right, he was.
We dug two.38s and a.45 out of
the walls, a 9 mm out of the ceiling.
Now this in here was chasing Ginny Lee
when I bumped into him.
- She got away.
- Vint Diestock, one of Pitt's soldiers.
Dehl's gun was in his holster.
- What'd you do with Addy?
- I sent her home in a patrol car.
Boy, you really know how to show
a girl a good time, Speer.
Mr. Coll wants to see you.
Hard or easy, Murphy?
Mr. Murphy.
- Mr. Coll.
- Well, I'm so glad you could come.
- Make yourself comfortable. A drink?
- No, thanks.
Swell-looking joint you got here.
- Fruits of my labor.
- Yeah.
Don't tell me why you asked me up here.
Let me guess.
You're a night kind of guy.
You like to invite new friends up.
Chew the rag a little bit. What do
you want to gab about, fish face?
- I saw your late partner tonight.
- Oh, yeah?
Was that about 1:00...
...when he tried to fly out of the
fourth-floor window without wings?
- You know I didn't dust him.
- How do I know that?
Because you remember all about Mr. Pitt,
don't you?
Oh, yeah. Primo Pitt. Hell of a guy.
He came in second to you
in the snot-ball pageant.
- You're close to a manners lesson.
- You're close to getting your ass kicked.
- You want some of me, pal? Come on.
- Not now.
Where do you stand, Murphy?
You and Dehl, you had a fix
with Mr. Pitt, right?
So, Dehl, he pulls a double-cross.
Now, you in with him
or he's screwing you too?
He was my partner.
- He couldn't cut it. Can you?
- He was my junior partner.
I taught him practically nothing
of what I know.
So you'll get my goods
back for me, then?
Well, I didn't talk to Dehl
before he went out for some air.
I don't know the financial arrangement.
This now,
another like it when I take possession.
Fifty thousand or forget it.
Agreed.
Good. Tell the little rodents
to fix me a drink, will you?
Two.
Wait till you see the bedroom.
When was the last time
you talked to Primo Pitt?
I've never talked to Primo Pitt.
Well, two of his guns are parked
right across the street.
- Cadillac?
- Yeah.
You rate the heavy artillery.
Maybe they're waiting for you.
Did you ever think of that?
I ducked in the alley,
came up the back.
What are you drinking?
Tea. I found it in the bottle
under the sink.
Or what's left of your sink.
It tastes like gin.
It is gin, my gin.
You didn't sly up here
just to prove you're stealthy.
We fished Aram Strossell
out of the river today.
- Leon Coll's bookkeeper.
- A friend of yours?
He was gonna do my taxes next year.
He was wired to a cement block.
The wire broke, and he popped up...
...in front of a seafood restaurant,
much to the chagrin of the customers.
- Catch of the day.
- Very funny.
Want to quote me odds
on the connection...
...between Dehl and the bookkeeper?
Or the link