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- Shut up, you.

- No, where is it? You promised me.

I gotta deliver a body to the crematorium.

I'll be in a spot, Mr. Vincent.

There's his body.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

All right, put him over there.

- Did you lock the door?

- Yes. Don't worry about it.

Okay.

Here's yours.

It's worth more.

Well, I guess Pete won't be needing this.

Here's another five. Split it.

Okay, Vince.

Now, get out.

Well?

Sure, sure, we're going.

- Anything I can do to help, Doc?

- Yes, be quiet.

Strap that ankle.

Reflex hammer.

Lloyd, you've done it!

- You've saved him! Oh, darling!

- Keep quiet.

There's blankets in the closet.

He's coming to.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

Margot, baby.

- Wait in the other room, Doc.

- What for?

I wanna talk to Frankie. Go on outside.

- He's in no condition to talk now.

- Get out.

Please, just for a few minutes.

It's all right now, Frankie boy.

Everything's all right now.

Yeah, it's all right now, isn't it?

I'm alive, Margot. Alive.

Everything's okay now.

- Cigarette, Frankie?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You've been a good boy, Jim.

I won't forget it.

Everything else I want to forget.

We'll go someplace, someplace far away.

I got dough, plenty of it.

And we'll go now, right now.

- Jim, get me a car and some...

- Snap out of it, Frankie.

- Snap out of what?

- Do you think I'm crazy?

There are 5,000 cops in this state

who know your face as well as their own.

- She's right, Frankie.

- Who asked you?

Stop it, Frankie. You know it's true.

- We'd be picked up in an hour.

- Maybe.

What's on your mind?

Simply this, you've got to get a new

face, a face nobody'll ever recognize.

- Yeah, but...

- Wait a minute. It's all set.

We've got a plastic surgeon

who's gonna do the job.

It'll take about three weeks.

You can stay here meanwhile,

but we've got to work fast.

What are we waiting for? Get him.

- It'll cost $25,000, Frankie.

- So what?

It'll have to come out of that money

you've got put away.

Nothing comes out of that money,

until I take it out myself.

Vince'll pay for the doctor.

I'm into you for sixty Gs already.

60,000? For what?

Do you want an itemized account

of what it cost to save your life?

Lay out the dough, Vince.

You know you'll get it back

as soon as I can get out of here.

No soap, Frankie.

You've just been gassed.

How do I know

what kind of shape you're in?

Maybe you wouldn't be able

to pull through an operation.

What are you trying to say, Jimmy boy?

I got 60 grand coming to me now.

I can't afford to take a chance.

You better dig up that dough.

You think I'm going to die, too, huh?

No, darling. No, of course not.

It's just that if... If Vince is right,

if something did happen to you,

what would become of me?

What would I do?

You've got to think about me, too.

Why don't you tell me

where the money is?

Don't you trust me, darling?

Yeah, sure I trust you. Sure.

Hey, maybe you're right.

Maybe you have gotta be protected.

Both of you.

In case anything happens to me.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I'll make a deal.

You lay out the dough for the new face,

I'll give Margot a map

showing the place where I hid the dough.

Now, in case I don't pull through

the operation okay, Margot pays off.

Is that okay, Jim?

It's okay by me, Frankie.

Here you are, baby. Here's your protection.

You don't have to be afraid any longer.

You see, I do think about you.

- What have you done?

- I also think about myself.

Don't be so disappointed, beautiful.

In case anything happens to me,

I'll still be wearing these clothes.

Your protection

will be waiting for you right here.

- I'll go for the doctor now.

- Wait.

You haven't kissed me yet, Margot.

No, Frankie. Not now, there isn't time.

You're wrong, baby.

There's time, plenty of time.

Just a little kiss,

a little welcome back kiss.

- There isn't time, Frankie.

- Why not?

Why not, Jimmy boy?

Why shouldn't I kiss my girl?

My little Margot,

who doesn't have to worry anymore

about what's going to happen to her

after I die.

Margot!

Dr. Craig?

Just dropped around for a visit

inside.

Gotta be an engineer too, eh, Doc?

Doc,

I came over to find out

about Frankie Olins.

What about Frankie Olins?

You sign that?

Yes.

Well, I guess that takes care of that angle.

Sorry to bother you at this hour, Doc,

but there's been somebody

playing pranks with Frankie's body

and I had to make sure he was dead.

Pranks?

Yeah.

Some hoodlums hijacked

the morgue truck,

knocked off the driver,

and walked away with Frankie.

Well, I gotta get going.

Oh, by the way, Doc,

got a stay-awake pill handy?

- Stay-awake pill?

- Yeah.

My office hours are worse than yours.

I still got a couple of house calls to make.

Thanks.

Guess you doctors

don't get much sleep either?

Doctors and coppers.

A lot of coppers chasing shadows

in the streets tonight.

- You mean Olins' body?

- No.

The guys who took it.

I'm going out after a lad named Vincent.

I've been a long time

saving it up for that guy.

When I get him,

I'm going to lean on him heavy.

Thanks for the pill, Doc.

Oh, by the way, Doc,

I didn't find the autopsy report on Frankie.

Have it sent over to my office

in the morning, will you?

I'll need it

if the newspapers start screaming.

You can send an aspirin along with it.

- You murdered him.

- Shut up, you fool.

I've got to get back

to my apartment right away.

I'm a cinch to be

number two on Portugal's list

when your place turns up empty.

He can't pin a thing on me.

Jo Jo doesn't play that way.

If he's after you, he must know something.

We've got to find out how much.

- What then?

- We may have to run for it.

How? The roads will all be locked tight.

We can use Craig's car.

It's got doctor's plates.

You'll have to drive.

Get out.

Both of you.

Get out.

Are you crazy?

Portugal's men are

combing the city for Vincent.

I don't care. I'm through.

- You're nothing but...

- You'd better care and you're not through.

You're in the middle. Deep.

Over your head.

No matter what you do now,

you're still part

of everything that's happened.

You're part of the grab

for Frankie's money,

you're part of the murder

that Portugal talked about tonight,

even the manhunt for Vince,

you're part of that, too.

You're as guilty as we are

and you might as well face it.

- No, no.

- Yes.

Ask Portugal.

Ask him tomorrow when he finally gets

tired of waiting for an autopsy report

that never arrives,

because there never was an autopsy.

Vince, get the other half of the map.

I'll phone you from my place

as soon as I know what's what.

All alone?

How did you get in here?

Makes two angles I misfigured tonight.

Must be the overtime.

How did you get in here?

Oh, getting in was easy.

I'm a little worried about getting out.

Georgia, what do you mean

by letting him in?

He made me, Miss Margot. He made me.

- Said if I didn't, he'd put me in jail.

- It's all right, Georgia. Go to bed.

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