s ringing.
- Yeah?
- Mike?
- I've been kidnapped.
- Where are you?
This is ridiculous!
What's going on?
- You okay?
- Hell, no!
My hair's a mess.
I broke two of my fingernails.
I don't have my makeup.
And I'm stuck here with these
two ugly, smelly garbage cans!
Caroline.
Caroline!
You son of a bitch!
All right.
I'll give you whatever you want.
Let her go.
She walks when I hold the goods.
Come on.
Did you tab that.45 yet?
How about the 9 mm?
They match?
Good.
Croix de Guerre.
French medal of honor.
When Dehl was good,
he was very, very good.
Pretty fancy for the bottom
of a Cracker Jack box.
I didn't hear you knock.
What a relief.
I thought I was going deaf.
What do you want, Speer?
We ID'd the.45, the 9 mm.
Dub Slack and Primo Pitt.
- Is it enough to nail them?
- Not with their alibi.
We need an eyewitness.
That's why you will tell me
when you find Ginny Lee, right?
- What makes you think I'm after Ginny?
- Questions you're asking.
The places you're asking them.
Always pushing
people around, aren't you?
Always on the prod.
- That's how you do the job, remember?
- You're damn right I remember.
Okay. No clinches, no rabbit punches
and please, no hitting below the belt.
Now shake hands, and at the sound
of the bell, come out slugging.
Anything to drink around here?
We're out of tea. There's some
furniture polish under the sink.
I'll get it.
Why do you both go at each other
so hard? Do you enjoy it?
Yeah.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
- One more time and I hang up.
- Mike?
- Who is this?
- It's me, Ginny Lee.
You all right, kid?
Where are you?
Mike, I got trouble.
Can you meet me?
- Where?
- The park. You know, the pavilion?
When?
When?
Sick friend.
Mike had to take off.
- He's good at that.
- Yeah.
- Care for a drink?
- Sure, why not?
Thanks, lieutenant.
- Really is furniture polish.
- Yeah.
Shocking what Prohibition
forces people to drink.
So we're back to lieutenant, huh?
- It's what you are, right?
- Yeah.
First, last, always,
seven days a week, 24 hours a day.
Look, I'm sorry about the other night.
That wasn't too good.
Forget about it.
I better go.
- What?
- I've gotta go.
- Someday I'll figure it out.
- What?
Mike's not the only one around here
who's good at taking off.
Caroline Howley, the society twist.
Pitt took a hell of a chance
kidnapping Randolph Howley's daughter.
He must expect big things
from Mr. Murphy.
Like the bookkeeper's merchandise?
It's time we had another meet
with Mr. Murphy.
Come back for me in five minutes.
Hike!
Fancy seeing you here.
Well, it's a small world after all.
Hike!
Just leave me alone.
You really should be nice to me.
You belong in the back, you know.
Why don't you get
the hell out of here, huh?
- Now.
- Why weren 't you in the last scrimmage?
I waited in the park for two hours, kid.
I'm sorry, Mike.
I had to be sure.
Are you sure?
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
They killed Dehl.
I know.
You're a witness.
They're gonna try to kill you too.
Sweet Jesus!
What am I supposed to do?
- You can call Speer.
- Oh, God. Mike, I can't do that.
I know he's a bastard, but he's straight.
He's good at his job too.
He'll keep you safe.
You can put Pitt at the scene of
a murder. Don't you understand?
- He'll kill me if I go to Speer.
- He'll kill you if you...
He'll kill you if you don't.
Either way, Ginny Lee Lewis is...
Where are the bookkeeper's goods?
Where is it?
- I don't know.
- Pitt says you do.
I don't. I swear I don't.
Dehl made... He made
some kind of a switch.
Yeah, he was good at that.
Always chasing rainbows.
Ginny, did you ever see this key before?
No.
Damn.
Did he say anything new?
Talk about anything different?
He was talking about getting into shape.
He said he was playing handball.
I don't know.
Where?
Somewhere near his place.
All right, I