"G.S.W... that's what the hospitals call it-- gunshot wound." "The doctor has to report it to the police." "That makes it hard for guys in my line... to get what I'd call "quality health care."" "Not many men know what their life's worth." "I do... 70 grand." "That's what they took from me... and that's what I was gonna get back." "They say time heals all wounds... and you'd think after 5 months of lying on my back..." "I would have given up any idea of getting even." "Just be a nice guy, call it a day." "Nice guys are fine." "Rude motherfucker." "You gotta have someone to take advantage of." "But they always finish last." "Man:" "Help a cripple." "Help a homeless." "Help a Vietnam vet walk again." "Help a cripple." "Thank you, sir." "Help a Vietnam vet walk again." "Help a cripple." "Thank you, sir." "What the fuck you doing?" "Get the fuck" " Ack!" "Shut up." "I cured you." "Cocksucker!" "What do I owe you?" "Oh, 2.98." "Son of a" " Hey!" "Hey, my cigarettes!" "Oh!" "Sorry, sorry." "Pardon me." "Thank you." "100... 200... 300." "Have a nice day, Mr.Johnson." "Excellent fit, sir." "And how will you be paying?" " Mister?" "Huh?" "I'll give you 900 for this." "Let me see that Magnum." "That's it." "500 and the gun." "Um, I'll need to see some I.D." "Of course." "I'm sorry, Mr.Johnson. This card's been canceled." "Impossible." "Well, I tried it twice." "Do you have another form of payment?" "Try it again." "Ohh." "Old habits die hard, I guess." "If you don't kick 'em, they kick you." "Ain't marriage grand?" "Porter." "You're not dead." "What are you gonna do, kill me?" "Not now." "Yeah." "You're cleaning up." "Mm-mmm." "No." "Ohh." "Val still wants to talk to you." "Sorry, babe." "Shall I tell him to call back again?" "Nah, I'll talk to him." "Shut him up anyway." "Mmm." "Val." "Yep, same as always." "You?" "Yeah, good, good." "Um, why?" "Are you there now?" "Well, don't sweat it, Val." "We all look alike to them." "Same crew." "Chow's." "Twice a week, Tuesday and Friday." "Always between 11:00 and 12:00... always the same route." "Chinese money laundering." "Hmm." "How much money in the case?" "Anywhere between 350 and half a mil." "And how much do you need, Val?" "Ah, we split it 50-50." "No, I mean how much do you need to buy your way back?" "Into the syndicate." "How much?" "You mean the outfit?" "Whatever." "Jesus, you know everything." "Hi, sweetie." "130 grand." "The beauty of the Chows is they won't go to the cops." "They keep everything in-house... and they don't feel pain the way we do." "You notice anything about those guys, Val?" "They looked nasty." "Probably all kung fu motherfuckers." "Why?" "Did I miss something?" "They weren't wearing their seat belts." "We'll hit 'em on Friday." "Hubba hubba hubba." "Looky here." "How's that vinyl taste?" "Daddy brought home the bacon, baby." " Val!" "What?" "!" "The problem with kicking the Chows' asses... an hour later you want to do it again." "Huh?" "Huh?" "140 grand." "140 apiece." "Total." "Total?" "That's what?" "That's 70 grand?" "That's not enough." "It is for me." "I'm taking the next few months off." "Here's the bag, baby." "Yeah, well, I'm up short." "60 short." "Fucking slants!" "Should've hit 'em Tuesday." "Fuck!" "We got away clean... and got something to show for it." "Always be grateful for what you get." "Rule number one, Val." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Rule number one." "What?" "Everything's cool." "It's just not enough, all right?" "It never is, Val." "Hey, baby, just put the money... in the car, will you?" "I can't fucking believe it." "We should" "You know what?" "You know what, Porter?" "This is funny." "This'll kill you." "It's always 140." "Someone oughta give me a PhD." "You" "Shit!" "Jesus, Lynn, wait till I'm out of the fucking way!" "OK, everything's cool, baby." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Ha!" "You were great." "You were great." "Everything's cool." "Gimme the gun" " OK." "OK, keep the gun." "That's it." "Everything's cool." "Just like we planned." "Come on." "Don't fall apart on me now." "There we go." "Ohh." "Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions... rattling around in your head." "Lynn did not understand." "I don't know, pally." "I guess wives get funny... when it comes to girlfriends, huh?" "What?" "I didn't get that." "You got it." "Come on, Ms.Porter, I don't have all day!" "Is, uh... is Ms.Porter here?" "Mrs.Porter." "Yeah, whatever." "Ooh!" "Aah!" "You motherfucker!" "Get up, turn around." "Get up." "Come on." "What have we got here, huh?" "How much in here, huh?" "2 grand." "What's in here?" "Helium." "What the fuck you think it is?" "It's heroin." "Unh!" "Oh, fuck!" "Oh, shit." "Oh, shit." "Fuck!" "Val Resnick." "Where is he?" "You want to know where he is?" "He's right here." "Look." "Fuck you." "Wrong answer." "Aah!" "Shit!" "You motherfucker!" "Fuck!" "Val Resnick." "I never heard of him, man." "Fuck." "Where'd you get the envelope and the shit?" "Aw, come on, man, they're gonna fucking kill me." "They're gonna kill me, man." "What do you think I'm gonna do?" "Worry about me." "Oh, come on." "OK." "OK, OK, OK." "Stegman, man." "Arthur fucking Stegman." "OK?" "Where is he?" "S-South End Taxi." "F-F-Farragut Road, man." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "James Brown:" "This is a man's world" "This is a man's world" "But it wouldn't be nothing" "Nothing" "Without" "A woman or a girl" "I'm looking for Arthur Stegman." "He ain't here." "Something I can help you with?" "No, you can't." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "He ain't here." "Take a guess." "What?" "Take a guess about where he is." "Is he at home?" "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" "All right, here we go." "Hey, come on, roll it!" "Wait a minute." "That was mine!" "Not yours, man." "I get one more shot." "There's somebody here to see you." "I'm looking for Stegman." "Who the hell are you?" "I'm Porter." "Well, Porter... that looks like assault to me." "Porter looks like the kind that likes to resist arrest." " Hey!" " Whoa!" "Fuck, no!" "Not in here." "Jesus, guys, he wants to talk." "Am I right?" "Did I call it?" "Are you Stegman?" "Maybe." "What do you want?" "Your boy didn't make his delivery." "Jesus." "Whoa, Artie." "Listen, don't worry about it." "Why don't we talk outside?" "Artie, you're a dealer?" "Just forget about it, all right?" "And don't touch my money, either." "Come on." "Let's" "This is heroin?" "This is heroin." "Guys, just" " Don't worry about it, all right?" "Just take it easy." "Let's talk." "Come on." "What are you guys looking at?" "Play your game." "And you're bleeding all over my couch." "Come on." "Steggie's been holding out on us." "Check it out." "Porter:" "Val Resnick." "What about him?" "You're gonna tell me where he is." "No." "No." "Even if I knew... the answer would still be no." "Where'd you meet up with my delivery boy?" "At his drop." "Is he dead?" "No, but she is." "O.D.ed on that crap you been sending her." "So?" "What do you care?" "I'm her husband." "You're not gonna fucking kill me, are you?" "Not in front of these kids." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "That's the truth." "You see, this stuff gets delivered to me, too." "Last night." "And I won't see anyone again till next month." "Why all the trouble?" "Well, he's afraid of the girl." "You know, I mean, of--of Mrs.Porter." "I mean, that's how it looks to me." "Look, I don't know nothing about this, OK?" "I know Val from the old days." "3 months ago he shows up, asks me to do him a favor." "I make an extra grand a month... so I figure, what the hell, right?" "Now you come around threatening to kill me?" "Believe me, that much a buddy of Val's..." "I am not." "He's in the city." "That's all I know." "I got a game going on." "How do you know that?" "He said so." " When?" " When he" " Then." "When he came around." "Said he squared himself with the syndicate... said he was back in the big time." "Back for good." "He was very excited." "Well, you tell him that Porter is back, too... and Porter wants his money." "Or I'll pay you a visit when these kids are not around." "Well" "When would I tell him this?" "!" "Talk to me." "There's a young lady to see you, sir." "Her name is Pearl." "She's got 2 very bad habits." "Right now I'm only interested in one of them." "Heh-heh." "Send her up." "Apartment 7 18, ma'am." "Go right on up." "Send her up." "What's the problem?" "Hey, Val, it's Haskell." "Sorry to call you at home." "Don't be sorry, sweetie." "Just don't call." "I thought it might be important." "I got a call from a cab guy out in the south end." "What is it?" " It's Stegman." "Shit." "Hold on a second." "Unh!" "On your knees, bitch." "I want satisfaction." "I'm on the phone, Pearl." "Unh!" "That's Mistress Pearl, you piece of dogshit." "I'm on the fucking phone!" "Ooh!" "Ahem." "Make it quick, huh?" "Anyhow, this guy Stegman called." "Sounded all nervous." "Sounded like something scared the shit out of him." "He said he had to talk to you." "I said I'd see what I could do, Val." "Yeah?" "Did he tell you what it was about?" "He said to tell you Lynn was dead." "Said some guy came around talking mean... and wanted you." "That's all he said." "Thought you oughta know." "Yeah, you did right." "I want to talk to that son of a bitch." "Who, Stegman?" "No, President Nixon." "Of course Stegman." "Tell him Varrick's by the bridge." "Make it..." "Hmm... make it 20 minutes, huh?" "Can't you see I'm working here?" "Unh!" "Can't you see I'm working here?" "Oh, yeah." "Put it on my tab." "I'm looking for a girl." "She goes by the name of Rosie." "Here's a picture of her." "You know her?" "She worked by telephone." "Wouldn't be freelance." "Probably connected with the syndicate." "Outta my league." "I wouldn't know her." "Well... maybe you know somebody who would." "Why you looking for her?" "I'm her brother." "I got cancer." "I want to see her one last time." "You know how it is." "Yeah, you two look close." "Got a cigarette?" "Your sister sounds expensive." "Try Michael, bartender at the Regal Hotel." "That wasn't the name I was looking for." "It's the only one I got." "Steggie." "Hey, pal, you know, I tried to call you... but you must have changed your number again." "I got nothing." "I never gave you my original number." "What did this guy look like?" "Well, he had, like, dark hair, blue eyes." "He was a real Cro-Magnon-looking bastard." "If Lynn's dead... maybe he did us a favor, huh?" "I know what you mean... except I'm out like a grand a month." "Maybe we can work something out." "Did you get a name?" "Mmm." "He said his name was Porter." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "He said he was there for Porter?" "No." "He said he was Porter." "Yeah." "I'll tell you something." "I wouldn't want that guy after me, either." "I know how you must feel." "What am I, a nobody?" "No." "I've got friends." "All I have to do is point." "I pick up a phone, say his name... and he's a dead man." "And this time he stays dead!" "Val, try to keep it down." "All right?" "It's OK." "What did he say about me?" "Nothing." "He just said you owed him money." "Not why?" "Nothing else?" "Nothing." "Why?" "How much you owe him?" "None of your goddamn business." "I just got the feeling he'd like to kill you... that's all." "Oh, Christ." "Porter." "What?" "What did you tell him?" "Nothin'." "What could I tell him?" "You tell him about the money?" "The heroin?" "He had it with him." "I told him I delivered it." "You didn't tell him nothin' else?" "I don't know nothin' else." "Nah." "You gave him something." "A name, maybe." "Someone who knows where to find me." "I swear, Val, on my mother" "Hey, fuck your mother!" "Hey, that's not nice." "Try to take it easy." "What the fuck you looking at?" "Take it easy." "Not again." "Huh?" "What the fuck you looking at?" "No, Val, not again." "What the fuck are you looking at?" "Val, come on, don't." "Not again." "Manager:" "Is there some trouble here?" "No." "We're just-- We're leaving." "You know what, Val?" "This one's on me, OK?" "You see me reaching for my fucking wallet?" "No." "Sorry." "He just got a promotion... so he's a little tense." "Hey, pal, is there a Michael here?" "That's him over yonder." "Michael." "I'm told you're the man to see... about expensive horizontal refreshment." "I'm looking for a girl named Rosie." "Prostitution is illegal... and you're speaking Greek." "Usually these matters... are conducted with more discretion." "Aah!" "Be discreet now." "What was her name again?" "Rosie." "And who should I say is looking for her?" "Just call her." " Rosie?" " Yeah." "Give me the phone." "Here." "Take care of that." "Rosie." "Who the hell is this?" "Porter." "Try again, honey." "Porter's dead." "I used to drive for you... provide a safe work environment." "Porter?" "Yeah." "Why pour salt on old wounds?" "I didn't need to." "I guess I had a soft spot for her." "Hi." "Come on." "Come in." "You look pretty good for a dead guy." "How'd you hear about it?" "People who know were talking." "Plus, I heard your wife was back in town alone." "She's dead." "I'm sorry, Porter." "Why?" "Jesus." "Surly Porter." "You're the same as ever, aren't you?" "This doesn't look like you." "Yeah, well, people change." "Stay." "It's OK, baby." "It's OK." "Come on, sweetheart." "It's OK." "Meet the nastiest damn dog who ever lived." "What's his name?" "Porter." "He took your job after you left." "He's just as tough... but he won't leave me, will you, baby?" "I need a favor." "A favor?" "Maybe you're not the same as ever." "I'm looking for a syndicate boy." "It's the "outfit," baby." "We don't say "syndicate" anymore." "You know what I mean." "Whatever the hell you call it." "Don't get touchy, Porter." "What's his name?" "Val Resnick." "Oh, that son of a bitch." "You know him?" "Yeah." "I met up with him once a few years ago." "He can't use Star Service anymore... because he beats up all the girls... and he almost killed one." "You?" "Does it matter?" "You quit looking after me, remember?" "Would you happen to have a line... on where he might be?" "I suppose he's at the hotel." "Which one?" "The outfit hotel." "They're all there." "You got an address?" "We're friends, right?" "I mean, we used to be." "But I'm an employee, too, and I don't think the outfit... would like me telling you where the hotel was, would they?" "No." "What do you think I'm gonna do?" "How strong are you, Porter?" "Personally, I think you are the strongest man..." "I have ever met." "But I wonder if it's enough." "For what?" "If I know you... you want this Resnick guy for something he won't like." "Yeah, I'm gonna kill him." "That's something he won't like." "What if something goes wrong, and they grab you... and they ask you where you found out about the hotel?" "Why are we even talking about this?" "You know I wouldn't turn you in." "I wouldn't talk about who told me what." "But what if they ask you hard?" "I'll--I'll tell them it was a cab dispatcher named Stegman." "The Oakwood Arms, Union and 17th." "Hi, Val." "Where's my money?" "No, it's not there." "I took your gun." "It's back here." "You look like a pro." "You keep your mouth shut... and you'll walk out of here." "My 70 grand-- I want it." "I don't have it right now." "Where is it?" "I gave all 130,000 to the outfit." "I gave it all to them." "Well... tell them you gave them money that doesn't belong to you... and get it back." "Now, Porter, I can't do that." "I mean, you don't know these guy" "You're gonna kill me whether I get the money or not." "All right, I'll get it." "I'll get the money." "Just give me a few days, all right?" "What the fuck are you doing?" "Noon." "Tomorrow." "Say it." "All right." "You know, this may sound crazy, Porter... but, uh, no hard feelings, huh?" "I did what I had to do." "You could appreciate that." "Yeah, I appreciate that, you" "No, no, no." "Don't." "Please." "Allow me." "Jesus." "God." "God." "You bitch!" "Let her work." "Me love you, baby." "Me love you long... time." "Wait up, hon." "Wait." "Tomorrow." "Noon." "You and the money... be at the corner of 7th and Franklin... at the pay phone." "OK." "OK." "Where'd you get this?" "Hmm?" "Some hooker had it on her shelf." "I recognized you." "I swiped it in case I could use it." "Did you hurt her?" "Huh?" "The hooker-- did you hurt her?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Tell me quick" "Oh, ain't love a kick" "Tell me quick" "I've got a few minutes." "So go boil an egg." "In the head" "Uhh!" "Philip tells me you have a problem... you need help with." "Yes, sir." "Is it your problem who breached our security... last night at the Oakwood?" "Yes, sir." "Ahem." "Then he breaks into my apartment" "There's an old expression... that has served me well." ""Do not shit where you eat."" "Or "live."" ""Do not shit where you live."" "Yeah, I like that better." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, Mr.Carter." "There are 3 ways that we can handle this." "1" " We can help you." "2" " We can allow you to help yourself." "And 3" " We can have you replaced." "We have an investment in you, Resnick... of time, money, and training... so assisting you would be, in a way... protecting our investment." "And that is always good business policy." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir, Mr.Carter." "Thank you, sir." "You won't regret it." "Now... according to Philip... a man has come to town to kill you?" "Yes." "And you say that he's alone... and that he's a professional robber... is that correct?" "Yes, sir." "He does payroll jobs, banks... you know, stuff like that." "Mm-hmm." "What's his name?" "Porter." "Well, what's his first name?" "You know, I don't know it." "He never called himself anything but Porter." "Mmm." "Where did you get the $130,000?" "That's why this man has come to town, huh?" "The $130,000 that you paid us back?" "Yes, sir, but only 70,000 of it was his." "Well, we never asked you where you got the money." "It's none of our business... but now it appears it has become our business." "Here's his file, Mr.Carter." "Do you understand your value... to the organization, Resnick?" "You're a sadist." "You lack compunction." "That comes in handy." "But now you've allowed an area... of your personal life to become a danger to us." "A man in our organization needs to be tough... and self-reliant." "Were you to handle this problem on your own... there would be no doubt... that you're the kind of man we want." "I want to." "Ahem." "I want to handle it myself, Mr.Carter." "Great." "Until the matter is handled..." "I want you to move out of the Oakwood Arms." "Uh, ahem, but I don't have a place, uh" "I don't want anymore unpleasantness at the hotel." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me for saying so, Mr.Carter... but it might be easier if Resnick just disappeared." "I thought about that... but I'm not worried about Resnick." "He wouldn't last 2 minutes out on the street without us." "It's that other mutt I'm thinking about." "What's his name?" "Porter." "Takes a lot of moxie to walk right into the outfit... and start whacking our guys around." "Either that, or he's shit nuts." "Frankly, I don't understand it for $130,000." "70,000." "His share." "That's even worse." "I don't want Mr.Bronson hearing about this." "He'll think I'm getting soft." "One of his principles has always been..." ""If you don't understand it, get rid of it."" "A stitch in time, so to speak, so... stitch this mutt up, Phil." "Any Polaroids or trophies?" "No, not this time." " Yeah?" "They cut me loose, Pearl." "Just like I thought they would." "Hold on one second." "Shut up!" "I'm on the fucking phone!" "Yes?" "Did your friends make it to town?" "Oh, yeah." "Last night, baby." "Good." "Now, did you tell them... it was Porter took their payroll?" "I did." "And they want retribution." "All right." "All right, here's what we do." "Well, I'll stand up next to a mountain" "And I'll chop it down with the edge of my hand" "Yeah, that's Porter." "He's shit for brains." "Oh, shit." "Shit!" "Next time, Porter." "Looks like Porter's made some new friends." "Easy, mister." "I'm OK." "I don't want to press charges." "Who were they, huh, pal?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "Oh, man." "Oh, it's you guys." "Our buddy Stegman says you got a line... on a load of cash there, Porter." "250 grand, to be exact." "70." "Come on, man." "Get off of me." "All right, all right, all right." "What do you take us for, huh?" "Idiots?" "Nobody'd go through all this shit for 70 grand." "We don't like trouble, buddy." "You look like a whole bunch of trouble to us." "We found a dead girl full of heroin." "There were signs of a struggle... and the coroner's not so sure it was an O.D." "We got a witness, though." "A guy with only one nostril." "Remember him?" "Uh-huh." "Hey, don't worry, Porter." "We're gonna give you immunity." "Room to operate, "Get Out of Jail Free" card." "All you got to do is get the money." "Oh, we can't help you, though." "It'd be against the law." "You understand, Porter?" "It's my money." "Wrong, Porter." "Huh?" "It's our money, Porter." "Me and my partner's money." "You be a good boy, we'll give you a piece." "We'll be easy, Porter." "You got it?" "Yeah, he's got it." "You understand?" "You take it easy, huh?" "We'll be in touch." "Sure, thanks." "What a dope." "Fuck." "Crooked cops." "Did they come any other way?" "If I had been just a little dumber..." "I could have joined the force myself." "Jesus Christ, Porter... you need to see a doctor." "Yeah." "It's gonna sting." "Just clean it up, all right?" "You hold it there." "Yeah, right." "I'll do it." "Tell me something, Porter." "When did you decide to leave?" "Was it that night we slept together?" "No." "It was the next day when I had to drive you to work." "You could have asked me to quit." "You could have asked me to drive you somewhere else." "Hubba hubba hubba." "Thanks." "Does it fit?" "Oh, yeah... like it was made for me." "It'll look great in your casket." "You know what I think?" "I think that, uh... all those stories about you being dead were true." "You're just too thick-headed to admit it." "Porter." "God, I missed you." "I missed you." "Don't talk." "Don't." "Oh, no, I..." "I can't." "I got, uh... stuff to do." "I got..." "Ahem." "Porter." "Where is he?" "Porter." "Where is he?" "He's in the bedroom." "Is he hurt bad?" "Hmm?" "The doctor should be here any minute." "No." "That's bullshit." "Porter, here I come, pally." " Porter!" "Hey!" "Goddamn!" "Fuck!" " Goddamn!" "Oh!" "Whoa." "Get in there!" "Ohh..." "Ahh." "Where is he?" "He's gone." "He's gone." "He's gone." "Gone, huh?" "I know you." "You're that whore from the picture." "Yeah." "How do you know him?" "He used to drive me." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "I'm driving you now, honey." "You know what you are?" "Educate me." "OK." "An ugly pig who beats up women... on account he can't get it up... 'cause he's too terrified of his own fucking shadow!" "Is that right?" "Yep!" "Is that right?" "Then I guess you must be the lucky girl." "Aah!" "Ohh." "Ho." "Hubba hubba hubba." "I knew I'd seen that ass before." "Sweetie..." "I am gonna fuck you 6 ways from Sunday." "Ah." "Jesus." "You bastard." "Aah!" "Oh." "Jesus!" "Forgot my cigarettes." "Aah." "Shit." "Hiya, Val." "This syndicate-- or outfit... or whatever the hell you call it-- it's got a head man, right?" "Who is it?" "They'll kill me, Porter." "What do you think I'm gonna do to you?" "Worry about me." "Aah!" "Goddamn!" "Names." "Come on." "Fairfax and Carter." "Fairfax and Carter." "They run the whole city." "Fairfax and Carter." "Where do I find them?" "Fairfax isn't in town right now." "What about Carter?" "Where is he?" "Is he in town?" "Porter, it won't do you any good." "They're gonna-- Jesus!" "You mo--f..." "Frederick Carter Investments." "120 Commerce Avenue." "Ohh." "Ahh." "Hey, thanks." "There they are." "All right." "All right!" "I'll help you out." "You're fuckin' nuts... going up against the outfit for 70 grand... but I'm gonna help you out." "Yeah?" "Here." "Keep talking." "Thank" " Mmm." "Thanks." "I..." "I can get you in there." "Place is tighter than a drum." "How many guys in there?" "But, uh, well... it's tighter than hell." "They got only one guy on the outside, though... so I got a way around that one." "You are crazy." "You are a crazy son of a bitch." "That's why I love you." "Yep." "You got a light?" "I, uh" " What?" "You got a light?" "Uh... no." "No." "Then what good are you?" "Huh?" "Wait!" "Check my pocket!" "Rosie." "Rosie." "Is your name on the lease here?" "No." "The outfit." "The outfit pays for everything." "I want you to gather everything up you need... say good-bye to this place." "OK?" "It's OK, baby." "It's OK, puppy." "He'll live." "How are you?" "Yeah." "I know, I know." "It's not much... but at least you'll be safe." "Nobody knows I'm here." "Sit down." "Relax." "Nobody has this number." "What?" "Somebody does know I'm here." "He's probably fucking her." "Hmmph." "He's taking long enough." "Maybe the dog, too." "You think so?" "Give it a minute." "OK, let's give him another bell." "Shit." "He's behind us." " Oh!" " Aah!" " Aah!" "It's not just anybody that gets a hit put on them... by a big firm like the outfit." "I was moving up in the world." "Maybe it was time to pay them a visit." "Carter wouldn't be expecting that." "And who knows..." "I might even get my money back." "Told you he'd show up." "Give me my goddamn money, please." "Fuck." "Give me my money, too." "Give me my goddamn money, please." "Sure that's him?" "Yeah." "That's him." "Come on." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Hey, fellas." "What you up to, buddy?" "Well, our money's in there... if you're still interested." "Well, not in the dough, but, uh... the boat I'm gonna buy with it." "Huh." "What's he doing here?" "It's a ride-along, Porter." "See, your piece of the pie just got a little smaller." "But don't worry, I'll leave you some crust." "What are you waiting for, Porter?" "Go get it." "Go get our money." "You guys do me a favor?" "We're here to help, buddy." "They're probably gonna frisk me when I go in there... so I wonder if you wouldn't mind holding on to this." "Jesus." "You know, just for a little while." "Sure, Porter." "Hey." "Nice balance." "Douche bag." "Hmmph." "Can I help you?" "Yeah." "I wanna see Mr.Carter." "And who are you?" "Tell him I'm the guy that whacked Val Resnick." "I'm sorry, I don't" "Didn't copy." "Repeat." "Right." "Mr.Carter will see you." "Uh, turn around so I can frisk you." "Bravo." "Sit down." "My compliments." "They were 2 of my best." "Didn't know how they'd lull too easy." "There's something you want from me." "Val Resnick gave you $130,000." "Paid us." "It was a debt." "$70,000 is mine." "I want it back." "I'm sorry." "Resnick told me... but I seem to have misplaced your name." "Porter." "Porter." "Right." "I won't forget it again." "The outfit is not unreasonable, Porter... but no corporation in the world... would agree to what you're asking." "What about Fairfax?" "Will he give me my money?" "Resnick told you quite a bit, didn't he?" "Fairfax will tell you the same thing I have." "We're not authorized to do things like this." "Who is?" "Who makes the decisions?" "A committee would make a decision in this case." "No." "One man." "You go high enough, you come to one man." "Who?" "Yes." "Mr.Bronson..." "I have Mr.Carter on the line." "Put him through." "Go ahead, sir." "Hey, Carter, how's business?" "You wanted to see me, Dad?" "Pretty good up till now." "Hang on, Carter." "Look in that green box, Johnny." "Oh..." "Are you kidding me?" "Ha-ha!" "Is it the convertible?" "You thought I forgot, didn't you?" "Whoo!" "Have a happy birthday, son." "You kidding me?" "This car... and Nick's got us ringside... at the championship fight tonight." "Gonna be a good one, too." "My money's on Rankin." "No, I don't think so." "I think Hicks is favored." "That's got nothing to do with it, son." "Well, I gotta get going." "Thanks." "Happy birthday." "Drive safe!" "You got it, Dad!" "Sorry, Carter." "What is it?" "I have a problem." "There's a man in my office with a gun... who says that he's going to kill me... if we don't pay him back $130,000... that one of our lieutenants stole from him." "70,000." "It's 70" "How much is this guy Carter worth to you?" "What do you mean?" "Either I get my money, or I'll kill Carter." "Are you threatening me?" "I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter." "An audacious man." "Who are you?" "Uh, heh... my money, yes or no?" "No." "Carter?" "Oh." "Carter?" "What's going on there?" "You just don't get it, do you, you dumb fuck?" "Carter, talk to me." "Carter!" "Call Fairfax and tell him I just croaked Carter." "And he's next." "And after that, I'm coming to get you." "Are you out of your fuckin' mind?" "You just dug your own grave." "I don't see any cash." "They write you a check?" "They gave me the run-around." "I have to go and see another guy." "Last one, then we got a dead woman, an assault... and all kinds of stuff to talk to you about." "That means more paperwork, Porter... and we don't like paperwork." "Damn shame, Porter." "Don't let the bastards get you down." "That's right, Porter." "Don't give up." "Hey, can I have my piece back?" "Oh, yeah." "Nice roscoe, Porter." "Heavy enough to be a nutcracker." "We'll be in touch, Rocky." "Keep up the good work!" "Nobody likes a monkey on their back." "I had 3... and they were cramping my style." "I was gonna have to lighten the load." "Porter." "Where have you been?" "I've just been taking care of business." "You know, evening up the odds a little." "These guys aren't gonna stop until they kill us... are they?" "No." "I'm sorry." "Sorry I got you involved in this." "So why did you?" "You're a clever guy." "You didn't need me." "So why did you?" "Yeah, you're right." "When I came back..." "I came back here with nothing." "No life." "No hope." "You were the only good thing in my life... that hadn't been taken from me." "I couldn't stay away." "I had to see you... just to make sure I wasn't in hell." "So why don't we get out of here?" "We can't." "Why?" "Well, you said it." "They're not gonna stop until they bury us." "So..." "So we bury them first." "I should've quit." "I should've driven you somewhere else." "Hey, look." "Hey, look." "Whoa." "That's me!" "That's me!" "Happy birthday, Johnny." "What's next?" "You're the man." "You're totally the man." "This is your night." "Hey, Johnny." "I'm your birthday present." "Who is that?" "You sons of bitches." "Yes!" "We didn't do it." "We had nothing to do with this." "Dude, she's so hot." "Get her." "She's so fine." "Go!" "Go!" "Can you believe this guy?" "Second Friend:" "Dad's really hooking him up, isn't he?" "Boy, you are cute, aren't you?" "You must have some pretty wonderful friends, Johnny." "Wealthy, too, 'cause I'm not cheap." "Don't wait up, boys." "I promise he won't be home before midnight." "See you, man!" "Damn!" "Mmm." "That's a good boy." "OK." "Yeah, right there." "Relax." "Who's the professional here, Johnny?" "So go with it." "I promise you won't regret it." "There, baby." "Hello." "Relax, kid." "No one will get hurt." "Get hurt?" "What's he talking about?" "Shh." "The thrill is gone" "The thrill is gone away" "The thrill is gone, baby..." "Good to have you back in town..." "Mr.Fairfax." "I wish I could say I was glad to be back." "I was swimming with the dolphins this morning." "Easy, would you?" "It's genuine alligator, for God's sake!" "What's the matter with you?" "Sorry, Mr.Fairfax." "Hello, Mr.Fairfax." "How's it going, Charlie?" "Porter and Fairfax." "I bet that'll be a short conversation." "Well, between us and our neighborhood cops..." "I'd say we got him pretty well covered, huh?" "Walter, wake up." "Walter!" "Wake up!" "Keep those bags up, boys." "Come on." "Who the hell are you?" "I'm the reason you're home early..." "Mr.Fairfax." "You're Porter?" "That's it." "Keep them up, boys, at shoulder level." "Drop them, and I'll drill you." "Well, what'll you have me do... stand on my head?" "No." "I want you to do me a favor." "Call Mr.Bronson... see what we can do about getting my money back." "Well... he let Carter die." "But that poor buck-toothed bastard's... probably better off dead anyway." "He'd probably let me die, too." "No, with Carter, he thought I was bluffing." "Try him." "You might find him more receptive than you think." "All right." "You two are fired." "Hello." "Well, it's like this..." "I'm standing in my living room... and there's a man here named Porter... who says that he expects you... to pay him sooner or later." "Yes, of course." "He wants to talk to you." "Put it on the speaker." "This is Porter." "Bronson:" "You got balls, Porter." "You're proving to be a real pain in the ass... a mosquito." "To get rid of you, I'll swat you with 130 grand." "Ah." "It's not 130" "Hey, what the hell are you doing, man?" "Fairfax?" "Fairfax." "Yes." "Oh, it's all right." "He's just killing my alligator bags... and shooting holes in my suits." "That's just mean." "That's mean, man." "You people aren't listening." "It's not 130 gr" "No, you listen." "I'll get you your money... but you're never gonna live to enjoy it." "You let me worry about that." "Here's the deal." "I want you to deliver the money yourself." "You're one hell of an optimist." "What in the world makes you think..." "I'm gonna deliver the money myself?" "Well, if you don't... you'll never see little Johnny again." "Didn't come home from the fight last night... did he?" "He's a good-looking kid... but you indulge him too much." "I told him so." "Bullshit." "You haven't got him." "You wouldn't be that stupid." "My dad never bought me a Ferrari." "I had to steal my first one." "Nice inscription on the key chain." "A little sappy." "Want me to read it?" "You're dead, Porter." "Nobody fucks with my family." "You hear me?" "You're a dead man." "That's Johnny, Mr.Bronson... unless you turn up with the money." "Is that a yes?" "Hmm?" "What's the matter, cat got your crotch?" "Some decisions are hard, Mr.Bronson." "Where?" "I'll let you know." "I'll be in touch." "You just signed your own death warrant... for $130,000." "I don't-- I don't get that." "What is it?" "The principle or something, huh?" "Stop it." "I'm getting misty." "And tell him it's 70, will you?" "70?" "What do you mean it's only 70?" "Only 70,000?" "Hell, my suits are worth more than that!" "Aw, man." "Listen to this:" ""Ocean Ray Sundancer." "Icemaker." "Camper canvas." "Vacuum flush head."" "80,000 bucks." "I'm telling you, you ain't gonna have it." "You wanna bet?" "No, I don't wanna bet." "I'm out 150 already." "150 I'm getting my damn boat." "Better come down with something." "Hey, hey." "Hicks, Leary." "We're Holland and Vanowen." "Internal Affairs." "You boys wanna back off?" "We're on a stakeout here." "Wanna step out of the car, please?" "What for?" "I think you better step out of the car detectives." "What the hell's going on?" "I don't know." "Is this your badge, Detective?" "The one you reported missing?" "Yeah." "Where'd you find it?" "Where exactly did you lose it?" "Does this belong to you?" "It's Porter." "Follow him." "I got that motherfucker." "Hey." "Get in, Porter." "Close the door." "Now set the roscoe on the floor." "Slow!" "See, I'm gonna turn you in to the outfit for a reward." "And maybe they'll be so impressed... that they'll ask me to join... and I'll be on easy street." "Medical, dental." "I'm just" " I'm gonna walk you right in." "Porter on the hoof." "Unless you get rambunctious." "Then I'll just have to take care of you mysel" "You're not gonna fuckin' kill me, are you?" "Now." "Hubba hubba hubba." "Aah!" "Hey!" "Who are you?" "What are you doing?" "Hey, fatboy!" "Yeah, I'm talking to you." "Fat." "Mmm." "Ohh." "Aw, stop it, stop it." "I hate this." "I hate it." "Look at this stinking place." "My" " Porter, what's the matter with you?" "Just tell us where he is... so we can get the hell out of here, huh?" "Come on." "Too late now." "He doesn't wanna say anything." "He just wants to get himself beat up... that's all." "Here it is." "130,000." "That's as close... as you're ever gonna get to it... but I'll make you a deal." "Tell me where John is... and I'll finish you quick." "I promise you won't have to find out... what your left ball tastes like." "But if there's even a bruise on him..." "I'll make this last 3 weeks." "I'll give you a blood transfusion... to keep you alive if I have to." "Where is he?" "I'm waiting." "This little piggy went to the market." "Aah!" "Shit!" "I'm listening." "This little piggy stayed home." "It's starting to look like roast beef." "8 to go." "Then it's your knees, Porter." "You can guess where we go from there." "Where is he?" "OK." "Hmm?" "OK." "24... 24 Fielding." "Apartment 11." "You'll understand... if I don't entirely trust you." "Put him in the trunk." "We'll take him along." "Let's go, tough guy." "You two, watch the front." "Aah!" "Fuck." "Come on, Porter." "Hey, do me a favor." "Give me your lighter for a second." "Come on." "What the hell's going on?" "You were right not to trust me." "Help... me." "Get out." "Come on, Porter." "It's been fun." "See you later, kid." "Hey!" "Come back here!" "You bitch!" "Come on, Porter." "Let's go." "What took you so long?" "Oh, hi, Rosie." "Come on." "Come on, Porter." "Ahh." "Come on." "Get in there." "Good boy." "Good." "Oh, my God." "What happened to you?" "I got hammered." "Are you OK?" "Yeah." "You got it." "Piece of cake." "Where to?" "Just drive, baby." "We were going for breakfast... in Canada." "We made a deal." "If she'd stop hooking..." "I'd stop shooting people." "Maybe we were aiming high."