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he's looking to clean up the books a little.

Maybe Lincoln's decided

tonight's not his night.

You actually come to tell him there's

a lot of action against him?

- Then you have the nerve to accuse him

of what? - You know what I'm saying.

I've never been this

offended in my life.

I want you to tell Lincoln what you

just said to me. Come on. Hey, Lincoln?

Jimmy's got something really

interesting to tell you. Listen to this.

- Go on, tell him.

- Forget it. Forget everything I said.

- Come on. Listen.

- Knock him dead, champ.

Jimmy George,

wait up a second.

- Hey, come on, Rick.

I got people waiting for me. - Hey. Hey. Hey!

- That's Tyler!

- Hey, what are you looking at? Go buy a ticket.

You are never

gonna get away with this.

- Get out of my face, Mickey.

- Look at me!

- No. No, no, no, no, no!

- Look at yourself!

Bleed, Mickey! Bleed!

You taught me that.

Remember?

No, no. No way, man.

You got yourself into this.

You get caught,

you lose my phone number.

I told you,

you can't live like you do.

You make yourself vulnerable.

Everybody wants a piece of you.

- Well, look at this, man.

They got all of you now. -

That's beautiful. That is...

That's terrif... That's great.

- That's great. Jesus Christ!

- Mickey?

- Yeah? Cyrus, here.

- Come on, Mickey. I got bills to pay.

- Take that and get lost.

- Best of the best, right, Mr Tyler?

- Come on, get outta here. Move along.

- Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!

Tyler!

Tyler! Ty...

- Words mean something to somebody else...

- All right, don't move.

- I'll be right back. Cyrus! Cyrus!

- Yo, yo.

- Cyrus!

- Yo!

How much were you

into the casinos for?

Enough.

The people that set this up

said if I dropped this one...

...they'd square

everything I owed.

Plus, if I lose to an underdog,

it would set me up for a rematch...

...and the rematch

is where the real money is.

They didn't say what round

they wanted it in.

They were gonna let me know during the

fight. There was a guy in the front row.

They told me what he was gonna say, and

he was gonna be the signal to go down.

I ain't never

gonna forget those words:

"Here comes the pain."

It was all I could do to keep from

taking him out. Just one punch.

Shove that radio right through

the side of his head.

- Radio?

- Yeah.

He had one of those things

in his ear.

Anyway, the fight started.

Come on, man.

Come on, old man.

Let's see

what you got, old man.

- I couldn't get that sack of sh*t to take

a decent swing at me. - Is that all you got?

He wouldn't stop talking, like he

was gonna bullshit me to death.

Gotta do better than that.

Come on, baby! Ohhh!

Come on, now!

You're too slow, old man. Come on!

What you gonna do to me, huh?

That's what I'm talking about.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Come on, baby! Come on!

Come on! Let's see what you got!

Let me see what you got, old man.

Come on, bring it to me.

Come on! Come on!

Yeah!

Yeah, I'm right here.

I'm right here.

What are you trying to do with that stuff

you got? Come on. You're too slow!

I was just trying

to shut him up.

I barely even tapped him...

...and I almost won the fight.

Go, Sea Devils!

One, two...

...three, four...

...five...

...six...

...seven...

...eight...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Get it on!

You punch like a b*tch!

This is a fight! Get...

And he did head-butt me.

I wasn't lying about that.

Everything went wrong. It was like

he was trying to screw up the deal.

- I'll stop the fight.

- No!

- Right after that, I got the signal.

- Are you all right?

- Are you sure?

- It was quicker than I thought.

- Maybe they were getting nervous.

- Let's get it on.

Here comes the pain, baby!

Here comes the pain!

- Here comes the pain!

- I showed you what it's about!

I wasn't supposed to go down right away.

They were very clear about that.

I had to take a punch, fall back into the

corner, let him charge in and knock me out...

...because they wanted everybody

up on their feet, distracted...

...giving him a clear shot

right through the count.

But that punkass son of a b*tch

didn't sweep through the punch...

...and I was so far into the act

in my own head, you know...

...by the time I realized he didn't

connect, I was already in the corner.

You're a bum, Tyler!

How could you do this to me?

He's a bum!

Get back!

Neutral corners.

Get back! Stay there!

One... Two...

...three... Four...

But nobody

was supposed to die.

- She never said anything about that.

- She? She?

You hear that storm out there?

- I wish it would blow this whole town away.

- No, no, no. Who's she?

She's the one who came to me in the first

place, told me I was supposed to go down.

- I never met anybody else but her.

- Did you get a name?

Yeah, name, address, serial number, 8 by 10

colour picture. You wanna look at that too?

Do you remember anything

unusual about her?

- Her hair, maybe.

- What about it?

It was bright red,

like it was on fire.

A Palestinian who's lived in the

United States for the last six years.

He's believed to be linked

to a series of threatening letters...

...written to various defence secretaries

expressing outrage...

...over the sale of missile systems

and other weaponry to lsrael.

A handwritten note

was found on Rabat's body.

Would you hold that

up too, please?

Apparently he intended it

to be found after the shooting.

Uh, Commander, what's

in the note, sir?

I can't disclose that until

it's been studied by investigators.

Commander, could you give us the

condition of the secretary, please?

He was taken

to Atlantic City Medical Center...

...but, uh, I have no other

information at this time.

That's all I can say until the F.B.I.

joins the investigation.

Thank you, Commander.

That was Commander Kevin Dunne.

- Did you find her?

- No. She might have gone into the casino.

There's a dozen service doors from here

to there. We couldn't watch all of them.

- Well, double the men you have at the

casino exits. - I gotta talk to you.

- What is it?

- Let's go somewhere private.

Just because a guy has something plugged

into his ear doesn't mean...

I asked.

Tyler says it was a radio.

Okay, we'll check it out. But a compulsive

gambler who admits he took a dive...

...might not turn out

to be the best witness in the world.

It's not just him. I'm betting the redhead is

the person who told Tyler to throw the fight.

She's one, shooter's two, Tyler's three,

the drunk who shouted the signal's four...

...and whoever was on the other end

of that radio is five.

Five people

make a conspiracy, right?

Yeah, yeah. Look, anything's possible,

but I gotta tell you...

...we got a file an inch thick

on this guy Rabat.

He's a well-known nutcase. It was clear

he was ready to die for his cause.

That's a suicide note.

You know, "l fly into the arms

of Allah," sh*t like that.

He was all worked up

about our missile sales to lsrael...

...and it's conceivable that he found out

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