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off of the island.

I figured.

You did?

You wanna run a shipment, too.

I figure, why not?

Makes it safer for Santos

since I got customs fixed for a run.

They're less likely

to pay attention to him that way.

That's right.

Because we don't want nobody

to pay attention to Santos.

That's what I figured.

You figured nothing.

I just said you ain't here

to run a big man off the island.

- That's what I said.

- Then what? I don't get it.

You see this, Jack?

You ever see anything this pretty?

You ever see anything that f***ing neat?

Where did you get a thing like that, Louie?

It's pretty, eh?

What's it for?

You're gonna hit Santos, Jack.

That's what it's for.

Louie, what are you trying to do to me?

Things are a little complicated now,

and I don't think I can explain them to you.

Santos, he was meant

to fulfill some obligations.

He failed to come up to scratch.

- It was up to me, I...

- Santos is a top figure.

Not no more, he ain't.

- He's been out of circulation.

- He'll kill you if he finds out.

- He'll hang you on a meat hook.

- Well, he won't find out.

Come on.

You know what it was like in the old days,

the Chicago days.

You remember.

The hit was ordered,

you did it the best you could.

You figured you'd hit a guy

when he's not looking...

then it was like a f***ing train hitting him.

Then what the f*** is the difference?

Anyway...

it ain't tasteful

to pull a gun on somebody like Santos.

Take his picture for him.

Now, come on, show me the boat.

Louie, look, I can't do this.

Look, I'm talking to you.

You've done 15 years in a gutter

on Commerce Street.

Today you're getting a number one shot

to make yourself a player again.

I don't want you forgetting

who put you back at the wheel.

Forget? What is this, Louie?

What are you setting me up for?

I know what happens to someone

who does a hit like this.

He never gets off the boat on the way home.

It's a pity about this island.

It was once a beautiful place.

You got your fat eye

on my Candy Cane, too, Vitali?

This is how it works.

Make sure the safety is off.

Then you tell the old man to smile.

Because I want him to die

with a big fat smile on his face.

Don't forget your glasses, Louie.

You think so?

Mr. Santos liked me, Jack.

Great. The boat's fixed.

Louie won't be coming.

He got tied up.

Excuse me.

You're the guy who fixed

the immigration details for Santos.

I'm Jack Ruby. Pleased to know you.

How'd you know Louie Vitali

was planning a little takeover?

You get a feel for a situation.

From what I heard, you hit him good.

Did you ever hear of Sparky from Chicago,

from the old days?

- You Sparky from Chicago?

- In the old days. In Dallas today.

- Dallas?

- Yeah, I own a club, The Carousel.

You own a club. He owns a club.

The Carousel, 13121l2 Commerce Street,

if you're ever in Dallas.

That's where the lady does her dancing?

That's great.

Sure.

She's my headline act. Excuse me.

- Jack, they wanna see my show.

- That's terrific!

Sparky from Chicago?

Never knew you had such great friends.

Me neither.

Everybody!

Jack owns a club, The Carousel, in Dallas.

Special party coming up.

Everyone's invited

at the Carousel Club in Dallas!

What the f*** is going on?

It's a gala night.

The place is full of f***ing hoods.

F***ing hoods? Do you know

whom you're referring to?

Santos Alicante's outfit from New Orleans?

This is out of your league.

So what the hell is going on?

These is businessmen. Old friends that

come out to support my club.

There's something wrong here.

How did they let Santos

back in the country?

Justice Department is gonna deport him...

- the moment he returns to this country.

- What would I know?

I'm just a smalltime club owner

with a sense of the past.

- Something's going on.

- Something usually is.

There's something

you're holding out on me.

Listen, you're in over your head.

Isn't that where you

always wanted me to be?

Don't sweat so much, Proby...

or you won't get that promotion

you're lining up for.

It's been quite an evening. Quite an evening.

Mr. Santos wants you

to go with him to Las Vegas.

Wants who to go where?

The Sun Hotel, Las Vegas.

The Sun Hotel?

That's right.

It's a career move, Jack, for both of you.

Well, sure.

What does the Cosa Nostra have to do

with the Castro regime in Cuba?

Cosa Nostra is not unpatriotic, Senator.

They ain't gonna do no business

with no lousy communists.

- They're patriots.

- These men are patriots?

For all the cash they handle,

they sure ain't no communists.

- You fed my dogs yet?

- I gotta go out.

Where is it you go the whole time?

It's my business, Jack.

That Ferrie taking a friendly interest in you?

Maybe.

- You don't own me, Jack.

- I took you in.

You had no place to go home to

and I gave you a home.

Someday, I'm really going home.

Forget it, Diego,

you're never going back to Cuba.

You're living in dreamland, you hear me?

You look after Chippy and Sheba

while we're gone.

This committee will break now for some...

Candy Cane!

I checked every clip joint

from Houston to San Antonio...

and now I found her.

A**hole!

- Found who?

- My wife, that's who!

Your wife, nothing!

A $10 divorce will fix that.

Candy Cane?

- Where the hell did you get that, anyhow?

- None of your damn business!

- Her name is Sheryl-Anne Dugene.

- Not anymore, it ain't!

Dancing in the sleaziest pit in Texas

for a policeman's pimp!

Get him, Jack. Give him one for me!

- You call my club a what?

- A sleaze pit!

Lay off him, you jerk!

I'll get him, Jack.

Let go!

I worked six years in a rodeo ring

to get her out of clip joints.

You two-timing jerk!

You stole all I earned,

and drank your way through every rodeo...

in the Lone Star State!

- I made her respectable!

- Respectable?

Respectable?

That's interesting.

I never thought about it that way.

- Respectable?

- That's right, you heard it.

Here's how it is.

The American Guild of Variety Artists...

recognizes the exotic dancer...

as a principal artist!

You understand what I'm saying?

I'm saying...

that we is a part

of the entertainment system...

of the United States of America.

You make that the last time

you take out your disappointment in life...

on Jack Ruby.

Things don't always work out

the way you planned.

Las Vegas?

Sun Hotel?

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

Why didn't you use the weapon

where it was intended?

You don't need that, Jack.

This is grown-up talk.

Pretty strange, Jack.

You get asked to do a simple job.

Point a camera...

only you point it in the wrong direction.

What the f*** is this?

Murder One, Jack. You're in the sh*t.

Now it's time to talk.

Who are you, mister?

The Lone f***ing Ranger?

I was watching from across the street

when you hit Vitali.

I was one step behind you

the whole time you were in Cuba.

Not that I mind about Vitali.

He won't be missed.

Who do you think you're dealing with?

Bunch of cheap crooks?

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