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- How's your spunk, kid?

- Okay.

Okay, let's go.

What have they done to Violet?

The same thing

they would have done to you.

Get up!

There they are!

Now!

- Take care of her.

- Yeah.

Oh, and find some wheels

to fit between those.

- I'll see you back at the hotel.

- Yeah, Nick, okay.

Thanks for the lift, kid.

Look, buy your club a case of beer.

Hello, Nick.

Hello, Clarabelle.

I thought you might come around

to see an old friend.

Well, I certainly wouldn't miss you.

I gave all my sailors a long shore leave.

Well, they probably needed the rest.

Haven't you heard, Nick? I'm a good woman.

What's it like to be married?

- Well, it's...

- To Mary Ann?

He does just fine for me. He loves me

better than his blue-ribbon bull.

And I have a house in the Riviera

in my own name...

and a ton of Hong Kong gold

stuffed in a Swiss bank...

and a cosmetic factory, fancy-smelling.

Pig grease, and fat, and slop.

And I live in a yacht named Clarabelle.

And it feels great.

- You've won.

- Yeah.

- We've come a long way, Nick.

-604 miles.

They tell good stories about you now.

- Good tough ones.

- Hard ones.

What did you come here for,

Mary Ann or me?

Mary Ann.

Mary Ann's in the icehouse freezing things.

Me, I'm already thawed.

Miss Chicago?

Stick Chicago.

But I've missed you, Nick.

- It was great being your girl.

- Yeah, but we wore it out.

No. We could still make it together again.

I'm very young,

and I wouldn't even mind being a widow.

You're really something, Clarabelle.

You really are.

Did you set up Mary Ann against Chicago...

just for old times' sake?

I don't run Mary Ann.

I just push a man as far as he will go

and hope to hell it's the graveyard.

Then you'd better make it quick.

'Cause I'm liable to beat you to it.

What the hell are you doing?

Kicking your ass down to Missouri.

Son of a b*tch!

Code 2.

- Mary Ann's boys broke in, Nick.

- They used a sawed-off shotgun.

- What about the girl?

- They got her.

Shaughnessy and I,

we were in the garage getting a new car.

- Everything's in it.

- Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

Violet?

Weenie was all through with me.

Really through.

He said they could love me for a nickel.

He brought Poppy here,

and he made her watch.

God damn them, Shay.

God damn them, kid.

- They'll be waiting.

- Yeah.

All staked out.

Yeah.

It don't bother me.

Don't it, kid?

Nope.

God damn them, Shay.

Come on, Big!

You stay here. I'll be back for you.

Just do as you're told, friend,

and keep moving.

Faster.

Turn in here. Do it!

He's coming in.

You're up next, Nick.

Mary Ann?

Nick!

Kill me, Nick.

Finish me off, Nick.

Do it!

You would for a beast.

You're a man.

There's no difference.

You're wrong.

There is.

Well, what do you want?

Them. All of them.

Say, who do you think you are?

J. Edgar Hoover.

- This is an orphanage.

- And I'm adopting.

- Shay, get them out.

- A pleasure, Nick.

You can't come in...

Hey, wait a minute. I know you.

You sure do.

You've got fine style.

Glad you think so, Nick.

Olive. Hi, Daisy. How are you?

Where are you taking me?

Tell me where.

Chicago.

Chicago. What's it like?

Well, it's windy...

and calm...

and peaceful as any place anywhere.

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