This and that.
This and that?
Fay... Fay, I want us
to be friends, I really do.
And we all know friends don't hit
each other-unless they have to.
So what do you say you tell me
exactly what the fuck is goin' on?
OK?
Good evening, sir.
And a very good evening
to you, too, sir.
Leo.
Look at me.
I'd have never thought you'd be so dumb.
Leaving over 300 grand in a closet.
I guess you are.
I didn't know where else to keep it.
Where would you?
How about a bank?
They'd report it to the IRS.
You don't open an account,
you get a safe deposit box.
How did you know I was here?
Next time you write to your wife,
don't use hotel stationery.
It was Fay, wasn't it?
Did she tell you my life history?
Leo, I'm here to save your ass.
How? By taking my money?
No, the money you won today is yours.
It's all mine!
Leo, sit down.
I don't know how you got this far,
you're so fuckin' dumb,
but you're through,
and I'll explain why.
Ray Bones is the man
you're dealing with now,
and when he finds out what you did,
he'll take everything.
Then most likely he'll shoot you,
so you won't tell.
I'm not gonna do that.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
There's 310,000 here. I'm taking
the 300 you scammed from the airlines,
and the ten that's over,
I'm gonna borrow from you.
Wait... You take all my money,
but you're borrowing part of it?
At 18%. Don't ask another
fuckin' question. I'm leaving now.
But you won't know where I am.
I don't even know where I'll be.
I'll find you, Leo.
You leave a trail like a caterpillar.
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute.
What's this 18% shit?
You wanna borrow ten,
the vig is three bills a week.
15 for the vig, plus the ten,
that's 25 big ones.
Hey, you hear... hear me?
This is good. This Mr Lovejoy...
It needs a better ending, but yes,
I see why Harry wants to do it.
I knew he was lyin',
sayin' this wasn't any good,
but holding on to it,
like you'd have to break his fingers!
That's funny. I was thinking
what I'd have to break of yours.
I'm explaining why I'm here,
in case you thought I came to rob
any of this dusty old shit.
I wouldn't make you out
to be a burglar.
Harry called you his associate.
What does that mean?
I never heard your name,
or read it in Variety or any place.
I'm his associate.
You must bring
something heavy to the deal.
I do. Me.
It says here
you're getting Martin Weir.
That's right.
Come on.
How you gonna do that?
I'm gonna take a gun, put it to his head,
I'm gonna say "Sign, Martin,
or you're dead."
I wonder, would that work?
You know who I see as Al Roxy?
Harvey Keitel.
He was good in that movie Fingers.
You know who else? Morgan Freeman.
Morgan Freeman.
But he's a coloured guy.
So what? Where does it say
the man's got to be white?
Colour's what the part needs, man.
You need somebody with some style.
So what do you think of the script?
The first thing that's got to go
is the title.
Murray Saffrin would be better
than Lovejoy.
I'm with you on that.
Why don't you and I sit down,
write the script over where it needs it.
You could write one of these?
Nothin' to it. You get an idea,
set it down on paper,
then you hire somebody
to fill in the commas and shit,
fix up the spelling,
where you have tricky words.
Although I've seen scripts,
I know words weren't spelt right,
there was hardly any commas at all.
So I don't think that's too important.
You get to the end, fade out.
You done.
That's it?
That's all there is to it?
Then what the fuck
do I need you for?
I'm offering my services, man.
I'll tell you what. If I need
a ride some time, I'll let you know.
How could you arrest me here?
This is my country.
This is where you're going to die.
That was no miss. I don't want
to shoot you in the back.
Unless you'd rather
try to run for it.
Did you bring my wife?
She's in the car.
I've got it all on tape.
You sure you got enough?
Go play it back, you'll see.
That's the second bullet
I stopped for you.