about I come over and be late now?
I've too much to do.
Just come to my party.
Maybe.
Good night, luscious.
Okay, I'll come over and buff your body
and bring a nice glow to your cheeks.
I'll bring a nice foot to your ass.
- Who dialed the phone for you, Speer?
- I've been hearing that rumor again.
Once is a pain in the ass,
twice is a bore.
Once is all you get, pal.
I'm tired, Speer. Why don 't you save
the patter for the pulp reporters?
There's a good card at the arena tonight,
and I'm holding two tickets.
- You think I'd go to the fights with you?
- Who invited you?
- I'm calling you for Addy's number.
- Not a chance. I like the girl too much.
- See you around, shorty.
- Not if I see your mug first, flatfoot.
Go for the eye!
Thanks for the invite, lieutenant.
I like the fights.
No, honest, I really do.
I love watching two sweaty...
...sinewy, nearly-naked guys
bounce each other around.
Raises all my prurient interests.
Well, that's great.
You don't have to be so formal.
Why don't you call me "Speer"?
Come on. Go. Go.
Come on!
Way to go.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Ten. You're out.
- A toast.
- A toast.
- Where you going?
- One more picture over here.
Better be good, sunshine.
Name's not "Sunshine,"
and it's 50,000 good.
Fifty thousand?
- I don't like clowns, sunshine.
- Told you, my name is not "Sunshine."
Spit it out or you're a 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,