The Hessen Conspiracy Page #4

Well, your goddam friend knew.

'I trust Reuben like I trust you'.

There's no way he'd beat us back here.

We walked 20 blocks.

All he had to do was grab a cab

or make a goddam phone call.

What are you doing?

What the hell does it look like I'm...?

Come on.

Oh, Jack.

Get the door.

Lock it.

Is he?

Like the Charleston.

Jack!

- There you are, sir.

- Gee, thanks.

Hey, bartender.

Tarlton? There's no lettering.

He put it on the railroad tracks.

Like we used to do with pennies

when we were kids.

He knew that the tag

would be enough to send a message

without tipping off the cops.

Crazy son of a b*tch.

I still don't get it.

How did he know about Reuben?

- About New York?

- I told him.

My mistake. I had no idea.

Well, the jewels are long gone by now.

Look at the odds.

He kept Reuben's appointment

with Maloney.

He's probably rolling in the dough

all the way down to the Bahamas.

Jesus, Jack.

What are we gonna do now?

Go to college on the G. I. Bill?

I don't even have two nickels

to rub together.

All those jewels were in the closet, right?

I told you.

You didn't split 'em?

You didn't put half in a locker someplace?

What, you think I'm holding out on you?

You're not in cahoots with Tarlton,

are you?

Playing me for a sap?

Just come clean, honey, just tell me.

All right.

Well, one thing's for certain.

We can't stay at The Edison.

I don't have to tell you,

this case could become a source of serious

embarrassment for the US Army.

See that file over there?

Those are the dossiers from the castle.

You have until 1,700 hours tomorrow

to get to the bottom of it.

Understood?

All right, get to work.

Jack, I don't have a clue what were doing.

Just want to know

who this Maloney works for.

Don't you?

The one who likes boxing?

I couldn't care less.

Really?

Man had two million dollars

that Tarlton walked away with.

Instead of us.

Call me crazy,

I wanna know who that man was.

What difference does it make?

Well, the difference is

that Tarlton didn't know how many jewels

there were once

we popped them out their setting.

So what? He's got them.

So if Tarlton didn't know

how many jewels there were,

then neither does this Maloney character

and neither does his boss.

You're losing me, Jack.

You know they say he owns a big,

fat piece of the Garden?

A Las Vegas wheeler-dealer,

name of Ben Cassidy.

You ever hear of him?

No?

What if...

What if Maloney worked for him?

Penny for your thoughts...

Bottom sure dropped out of that market.

Didn't turn out the way we thought,

did it, lover?

Truth to tell.

No, it didn't.

We're so good, you and me.

Any fresh coffee?

Coming right up, sir.

Where's that coffee?

Kathy?

Kath?

Jack.

Jack, Jack, Jack.

Jack?

Kathy?

Tarlton?

Surprise!

Get out of here.

Go.

I thought you were at Nuremberg, Major.

Yeah, well, now they got me

working on something else.

You know the army.

And I remembered something.

I remembered,

'If it's getting around army red tape,

Dave Pallard's your man.'

Now, hang on...

Now, simmer down.

You don't have to take the fall.

Just, point me in the right direction.

For old times' sake.

Ladies and gentlemen,

By the rules of the New York

Fighting Commission

and in ten rounds by unanimous decision,

the winner is Johnny Dun well!

Ladies and gentlemen

welcome to the Madison Square Garden's

feature attraction.

- A middle weight bout of ten rounds...

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, Tommy.

Goodness. Am I in the wrong seat?

A friend of mine gave me a ticket,

said he would meet me here, but...

These seats are the personal

property of the owner.

Then that would make you...

Ben Cassidy.

This friend,

the one who gave you the tickets...

Well, he's really a friend of a friend.

Are you going to ask me to leave,

Mr. Cassidy?

I'm thinking about it.

Well, can I have your autograph

while you make up your mind?

Wouldn't you rather have the champ's?

If I wanted a boy,

I'd be in the dressing room now, wouldn't I?

Tommy, get us a couple of beers,

would you?

Okay, best wishes...

Boss,

I got Vegas on the line.

Excuse me.

Tell him I said shoot off both his kneecaps.

Best wishes...

Kathy.

Kathy Nash.

Okay, Kathy.

Kathy Nash.

Now, it's your turn.

What do you want my autograph for?

Well, maybe you'll be famous

and I can tell everyone how I taught you

all there is to know about the fight.

I already know how to fight.

You know sparring, not fighting.

Okay,

let's see you rumble.

The hell with that. I only go for the kill.

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go! Jake!

It was the castle all over again.

Only this time I was popping glass.

Good evening, Mr Cassidy.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

- Evening Sophie.

- Evening Ben.

Long time no see.

Champagne.

- Another?

- Make it two.

Well, howdy, Sheriff.

Jesus, hell. What are you doing here?

About to ask you the same thing.

I'm on my way to Washington.

Then back to Nuremberg,

draw up the indictments.

The trials getting under way

in a couple of months.

How about you?

Just trying to get my job back.

You know how it is. Some guy fills it.

He's not about ready to walk away

just 'cause I waltz in

with a couple of combat medals.

Yeah, a lot of guys are running into that.

Yeah.

Not like the hooch at the castle, eh?

- Now that was a party.

- Yeah.

By the way, you ever hear

from that swell Lieutenant?

What was her name?

So there you were, Mikey.

What a coincidence.

Even so, I kept hoping again st hope.

Enjoying yourself?

Tell me why are you so good to me?

Because I want something. Obviously.

So do I.

Play your cards right,

and maybe you'll get it.

Well,

I wouldn't want to violate

any religious scruples.

Tell me something.

What do you do for work...

and play?

I'm headquartered in Vegas.

Been out there a couple of years now.

You should come out and see it sometime.

It's going to be a hell of a town

when we get through with it.

I can't wait.

Tell me something else.

Yeah?

What are you gonna do with the jewels?

- Alright, cut the crap Mike.

- What?

You're not on your way to Washington,

not yet, anyway,

and you didn't walk into this bar.

What's going on?

You're so smart, you tell me.

Gonna need a bottle.

Jack...?

My boyfriend, Colonel Jack Durant.

We found the jewels stashed

in the basement.

The crown jewels of Germany.

Go on.

That's it.

We were all set to sell them to you,

excuse me, to your friend Mr. Maloney,

when we got knocked over.

Cleaned out, Jack thinks.

Only the guy who robbed us,

got half of the stuff.

I got the rest.

Well, that's an interesting story.

Except the part about selling me the jewels.

That's where you lost me.

I'm a legitimate businessman.

I don't care what you are.

As long as you don't pretend

that you don't know what I'm talking about.

How many stones are we discussing here?

Figure the same as you already got.

Give or take.

Your colonel doesn't know that.

He thinks were sh*t out of luck.

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