Inside Man Page #11

- No.

- My wallet?

- No.

Then, no. I don't want to know.

This is bullshit, man.

I mean, we're the only ones left

trying to catch the bad guys

and they're gonna come after us like that?

I'll tell you what.

Every one of your accusers, man,

I say we go after them all, Keith,

Michael Corleone style.

"Michael Corleone,

do you renounce Satan?"

"Yes, I renounce him. "

There's no 392.

- Huh?

- Safety deposit box number 392.

According to these records, it doesn't exist.

Pinstriped, mayonnaise, lying motherf***er.

- Didn't Coughlin say we should move on?

- Let's go.

Thank you, again, Your Honour.

I'll come pick it up tomorrow?

- Yes, you're welcome.

- Thank you.

What are you doing, Detective?

Now, what business do you have

with Judge Pasqua?

Police business.

- Weren't you told to bury this?

- I got a job to do, Miss White.

And since when is your job

more important than your career?

- Or did you forget our arrangement?

- We didn't have any arrangement.

Let me tell you how this works. You...

No, let me tell you how this works.

You press here to record

and you press here to play.

There's

also the matter of the $140,000

that seems to have walked away

from the Madrugada cheque-cashing bust.

I didn't have anything

to do with that, so...

We'd like to be

in your corner on that.

In exchange for what? I mean, what,

do you want me to do something unethical?

I mean, no disrespect to the both of youse

but I don't need you

to be in my corner, Mr Mayor.

Look, I'm innocent.

Innocent or guilty,

you're still going down.

Give Miss White whatever

she needs, or your career is over.

Done.

Kaput.

So? You gave me what I wanted.

Your career is blossoming

and all is right with the world.

What was Case hiding?

You know, there's a famous saying

by the Baron de Rothschild.

"When there's blood on the streets,

buy property. "

I think Mr Case

really took that sentiment to heart.

But he is no different

than half the Fortune 500.

Let it go, Detective.

You're a good cop.

This city needs you.

- Lady! Lady, you're in the wrong place.

- I have an appointment.

Arthur.

- Good morning.

- Miss White.

Have a seat.

Thank you, Vincent. That's all for now.

Thank you.

Well. What did he say?

Well, Detective Frazier

turned out to be quite sharp.

But I just fast-tracked his career a little

and he's under control.

I hope so. Tell me about the envelope.

Where is it now?

Well, the gang leader

is going to hang on to it,

as an insurance policy

to keep you from seeking revenge.

Clearly, he has a very low opinion of you.

And what might that be?

Well, let's see.

In a nutshell, that you got rich,

doing business with the Nazis

during the Holocaust.

Yes.

It was 60 years ago.

I was young and ambitious.

I saw a short path to success and I took it.

I sold my soul.

And I've been trying to buy it back

ever since.

But you and this mystery man,

you have an understanding?

I think so. And he managed

to get out of there with that envelope.

If someday

he comes back to blackmail you, well,

you'll pay him. And you'll get it back.

- So, I guess that's it.

- I suppose so.

- Bullshit.

- I beg your pardon?

He didn't go through all that just to stick

your envelope under his mattress.

Look, they left money untouched, Arthur.

So?

So, he had to have walked out of there

with something else.

The bank says

that there was nothing missing.

So, there had to have been

something in that box

that was worth more to him

than your envelope.

You don't have to tell me.

There's only one thing it could be anyway.

Diamonds.

And then there's the ring.

Cartier ring.

It belonged to the wife of a Parisian banker.

Wealthy family of French Jews.

And when the war came along,

the ring and everything else they owned

was confiscated and they were shipped off

to concentration camps. None survived.

We were friends.

I could have helped them.

But the Nazis paid too well.

Can I trust that you will keep

what you've learnt

here today confidential?

Despite whatever you may think?

Yes, Arthur.

Well, I'd love to tell you

what a monster you are,

but I have to help bin Laden's nephew

buy a co-op on Park Avenue.

If that were true, you wouldn't tell me.

We're listing you as a reference.

My name is Dalton Russell.

Pay strict attention to what I say

because I choose my words carefully

and I never repeat myself.

I've told you my name. That's the "who. "

The "where" could most readily

be described as a prison cell.

But there is a vast difference

between being stuck in a tiny cell

and being in prison.

The "what" is easy.

Recently I planned and set in motion

events to execute the perfect bank robbery.

That's also the "when. "

As for the "why, "

beyond the obvious financial motivation,

it's exceedingly simple.

Because I can.

Which leaves us only with the "how. "

And therein, as the Bard would tell us,

lies the rub.

He's gonna smell like sh*t.

What do you expect after a week?

Yeah.

Why do you think I rolled down the window?

Oh, sh*t.

That cop, Frazier, and his partner

are walking into the bank.

- Are they coming for me?

- Can't say. It's just the two of them.

Yeah, everything's going great today.

No.

Yeah, about 5:
30. Okay.

Sounds like fun. Okay.

Talk to you later.

- Sorry.

- Excuse me.

Mr Hammond?

Good morning, Detectives.

Just like he planned.

I got a court order here

to open a safe deposit box.

Number 392.

Oh, thank God.

Where is it?

I left it in there.

This way, Detectives.

Why did you do that? You left the ring.

Trust me.

I left it in good hands.

I'm no martyr.

I did it for the money.

But it's not worth much

if you can't face yourself in the mirror.

Respect is the ultimate currency.

I was stealing from a man

who traded his away for a few dollars.

And then he tried to wash away his guilt.

Drown it in a lifetime of good deeds

and a sea of respectability.

- Let me get that.

- Let me.

It almost worked, too.

Okay.

But inevitably,

the further you run from your sins,

the more exhausted you are

when they catch up to you.

And they do.

Son of a b*tch.

Certain.

It will not fail.

What do you think that's worth?

If you got to ask, man,

you can't afford it.

Thank goodness my girlfriend ain't here.

"Follow the ring"?

- Detective Frazier.

- Mr Case.

- How are you?

- I am great.

Nobody got killed at the bank.

Everybody's happy. My kind of day.

That's wonderful. Wonderful.

- Detective Mitchell.

- Mr Case.

- Be seated, gentlemen.

- Thank you.

- Can I offer you anything?

- No.

I must say

I was most impressed

by the way you handled that business.

Thank you, Mr Case.

Whenever I hear the term

"New York's Finest"

you're who I think of.

You keep the rest of us safe

and make it look easy.

- Pardon me.

- Well, what's so amusing?

When you say "the rest of us," Mr Case,

I mean, you got to look around.

"The rest of us" is a category

that you haven't qualified for in a long time.

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