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All right. I'll tell you.

It's in the apartment

next door.

- I put it in the paint drums.

- Good.

Now, I promised you

I would kill you. Remember?

- You can't kill me.

- Oh, really? Why not?

I could be lying.

You're gonna be sorry

you said that.

F***!

Son of a b*tch.

Keys. Keys. Keys. Keys.

I can kill you right now

if that's what you want,

or you can live,

but I need your help.

Help me make Mickey believe

that everything's normal.

Now, what do you want to do?

You want to live?

Ho!

Oh, sh*t!

Christ, Mickey.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

What are you guys doing

with your peckers in your hand?

You going to do me, Mickey?

No, Cease. There was no answer.

I thought I heard

some knocking at the door.

I was buzzing, I was knocking.

I guess you couldn't hear me on

account of being in the shower.

You know, Mick,

I'm all wound up.

I'm driving myself crazy

over this Gino thing,

and, well, Vi, you know,

she thought maybe...

she could, uh, you know,

relax me in the...

That Violet is one nice lady.

I wish someone

would help ME relax.

Uh... let me get you guys

a drink, huh?

I got Scotch, bourbon,

vodka... Whatever you want.

We was worried about you, Cease.

Me? Why?

We went over to Johnnie's place

just to check it out.

- It was busted up... bad.

- What?

I started thinking,

maybe it's about the money.

So I call you, but all I get

is the busy signal.

I figure the phone is off the

hook. That's why I rushed here.

The phone. Sh*t.

That was me. I did that. F***!

That was a stupid thing

to do, eh?

Hey, if Violet

was helping me relax,

I'd probably do the same thing.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

Why did you move

all the furniture around?

Let me guess.

That was Violet's idea, too.

Ha ha ha!

Yeah, actually,

she was nervous

about Gino coming,

wanted everything

to look perfect, and...

- You know women, Mick.

- Sure, Cease.

They make us do

stupid things, don't they?

- Is that the money?

- Yeah, that's it.

- What did it total out at?

- 2.176.

That f***ing Shelly.

Gotta hand it to the guy,

but if I were him,

I would've bailed

a long time ago.

I mean, how much

money does a man need?

I remember I was just staring

at all this goddamn money,

Shelly down on his knees,

and the next thing I know,

Johnnie just blows his head off.

What a f***ing mess.

Johnnie's laughing his ass off,

and that's when Caesar

lost it, and boom,

he cold-cocked him.

He cold-c*cks f***ing

Johnnie Marzzone.

Heee-eeey, Caesar.

Where's the key?

Um... the key..

Oh. They're in my pants

in the bathroom.

Ah, f*** it.

I don't need the key.

I didn't need a key

to get in here, did I?

Who the hell could that be?

Are you gonna answer it?

Yeah.

- Hello?

- Hello, this is Gino.

What?

You're blowing your only chance,

a**hole. Act like I'm Gino.

Holy, Christ, we've been

worried sick about you, Gino!

- Good boy.

- It's Gino.

- Where the hell is he?

- We were in a car accident...

They were in a car accident.

But everybody's all right.

Everybody's all right,

just bruises and sh*t.

Un-f***ing-believable.

I called those

highway patrol dumb fucks.

- I'm trying to hear Gino.

- Listen to me, a**hole.

I know your gun

is behind the bar.

Either we make a deal,

or I hand this phone to Mickey.

- I'm listening.

- All right.

I want what's mine.

I want half the money.

We get rid of Mickey,

and no one else dies.

No one.

- Say, "Yes, I understand. "

- Yes, I understand.

Say I'm at St. Mary's, off the

Kennedy, in the waiting room.

Stay on the phone

until I come out.

OK. Right.

St. Mary's, off

the Kennedy. Yeah.

Johnnie's OK?

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Violet, it's Gino and Johnnie.

They were in a car accident.

Oh, my God.

Is everybody all right?

Everything's OK.

Bye. They're at St. Mary's.

Can you f***ing believe this?

I can't fit them all

in my car. Give me your keys.

Sure. Vi. Vi. Vi!

Do me a favour. Go in the

bathroom and get my keys, OK?

Come on, let's go. Vi, let's go!

Thanks, V.

Call me as soon as

you get them, eh?

Leave your phone on the hook.

Now, that's teamwork.

I should have let him kill you.

- He would have done you, too.

- I knew I couldn't trust you.

Relax.

I said I would let you live,

and I will...

maybe.

Let's go see if your dyke

was dumb enough to lie.

Let's go.

Yes.

No!

Violet!

Violet!

Violet!

Please!

B*tch.

You f***ing b*tch!

- Mickey?

- Violet?

Oh, God, Mickey,

he made me do it.

I was so afraid!

I didn't want to, Mickey.

It was Caesar, all Caesar.

He made me help him.

You have to help me.

Oh, God! Oh, God, he's coming!

Corky.

Oh, f***!

Stop.

Oh, for Chrissakes!

It's over, Caesar.

I called Mickey.

He's on his way.

Get out of here, Caesar.

If you want to live,

you better start running.

All these years, Vi,

and you still don't know me...

- But I know you.

- Caesar, don't.

What are you going to do

with that, Vi? Shoot me?

Kill me in cold blood?

I don't think so.

If you were going to

shoot me, Vi,

you'd have done it

a long time ago.

If I were you, I'd have shot me

the minute I brought the money

back to the apartment,

but you didn't,

and I'll tell you why.

You don't want to shoot me, Vi.

Do you?

Do you?

I know you don't.

Caesar, you don't know sh*t.

I'll never

understand it, Mickey.

You didn't even call the police.

I told you. The family

doesn't want the police around.

We want to take care of it

ourselves and we will.

I'll find him.

- I swear I will.

- I know you will.

Sure you're going to be OK?

I mean...

If you're having

second thoughts,

my offer still stands.

Thanks, Mickey, but...

I have to get out.

You know, I have to get away

from all this.

But thanks.

Thanks for everything.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- So, how'd it go?

- I'm here, aren't I?

Well, I thought

we might need a getaway car.

Hmm.

You know what the difference is

between me and you, Violet?

No.

Me, neither.

#Well, she's all

you'd ever want

# She's the kind

I'd like to flaunt

#And take to dinner

#Well, she always

knows her place

# She's got style

and she's got grace

#And she's a winner

# She's a lady

#Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a lady

# Talking about that little lady

#And the lady is mine

#Well, she's never in the way

#Always something nice to say

#What a blessing

# I can leave her on her own

# Knowing she's OK alone

#And there's no messin'

# She's a lady

#Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a lady

# Talking about that little lady

#And the lady is mine

# No, she never asks very much

#And I don't refuse her

#Always treat her with respect

# I never would abuse her

#What she's got is hard to find

#And I don't want to lose her

# Help me build a mountain

from a little pile of clay

# Hey, hey, hey

#Well, she knows what I'm about

# She can take what I dish out

#And that's not easy

# Ooh, ooh, ooh

#Well, she knows me

through and through

#And she knows just what to do

#And how to please me

# Ooh, ooh, ooh

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