All language subtitles for Hickey . Boggs

[HUMMING NOISE]

[ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[COINS CLINKING]

Madre de Dios.
Protect us now.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING ON TV]

TV ANNOUNCER:
Laird seems to be taking

most of those blows on
his shoulders and elbows.

Perkins appears
to be pulling his
left a bit.

He just might have
hurt that hand back
in round two.

If you joined us late,

Perkins was down
in round two for
an eight count.

[BELL CLANGING ON TV]

And there's the end
of round six.

[SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Did you pay the phone?

[SIGHS]

I gotta borrow.

Against what?

Well, my house
is clear.

[LAUGHS]Almost.

No chance.
Not that house.

It's a good house.It's a terrific house.

You promised me
you'd find somebody.

I said I would try.

I gotta get rid
of that house.

Well, why don't you
give it to somebody?

I tried and the guy
said maybe if I'd
throw in my car.

Had enough ready for
the phone bill or the
answering service?

It's a good house.But not both.

Gotta get rid of
it, that's all.So I paid the service.

Now we can
get a message.

[STAMMERING]
Incoming still works.

What if we want
to call out,
you know?

Return a message
or something?

Got an appointment
in the morning.

What's it about?

It's not about
anything so far.
Just an appointment.

Well...

You can keep it,
can't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm going in the
tank tonight, I think.

Yeah.

BALLARD: You know
the Pittsburgh deal?

The one we put
in the dry file?

BRILL: The one
that disappeared?

Yeah.

Well, last night,
Bernie and I were
having dinner,

and a guy waltzes
over to the table.

And drops this
right in my lap.

It's the woman.

Quemando's woman.

She's put one of
those out to every
fence in town.

Like calling cards.

She's trying to
sell our bread.

[ACCOUNTANT TAPPING
ON CALCULATOR]

There's no mistake?

No.

Not yet.

Let's get some soldiers.

Mr. Hickey
or Mr. Boggs?

Hickey.

Mr. Boggs won't
be joining us?

Mr. Boggs is in
the office this
morning.

How can we help
you, Mr. Rice?

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[RINGING]

Hello.

Yeah.

Sure.

Right.

No, you call Monte,
then we'll get Fatboy.

Right.

Nick? Can I
call my Mom?

Sure, honey.

It ought to be
delicately done.

It's been some
time since I've
seen her.

Just to find her

is all that's
really necessary.

I don't want you
to contact her,
you understand?

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

She might shy away.

Discretion.

You know the sort
of thing, I mean.

Just find out
where she is
and let you know.

Precisely.

[CAR HONKING]

Jack?Yeah?

I'm taking the
GTO, the special.

Monte?

The keys are
atop the visor.

You understand this
may take some time.

Well, not too
very long, I trust.

That leaves the
question of money.

Two hundred a day
plus expenses.

I see. Doing your
bit for inflation.

It was just a joke.

Very well.

My answering service
number is on one of
those pieces of paper.

Call when you
have something
to report.

Five hundred dollars.

As an advance.

A demonstration
of my sincerity.

Is that sufficient?

I think so,
Mr. Rice.

Well...

Arrivederci,Mr. Hickey.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

We'll be talking to you.

[SWINGS SQUEAKING]

[MAN LAUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

HICKEY: We're working.

I'm glad to hear it.

I hate to bother you.

It's all right,
just wanted to
take a minute.

See this girl?

What, does she put out?

HICKEY: She's business,
dummy.

Mary Jane Bower.

Yeah.

Tell me about her.Some little
sweet lips

by the name of Rice
wants us to find her.

What for?

A romantic connection.

A switch-hitting
Sweet Lips, huh?

Yeah, well don't
make fun of the
client.

We got a five bill
retainer.

Do you think money
turns my head around?

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Farrow, Swope and
what's this last one?

Kay Mundo.
That's Spanish I think.

When was the last
time Rice saw
Mary Jane?

Three weeks ago.

I'll see Farrow.
You look up
Tina Swope.

They were friends
a few years ago.

Rice don't like
them anymore.

He just wants
Mary Jane.

Well, it's his money.

Yeah, well some of
it's gonna be ours.

Now, look, whenever
you talk to any of
these turkeys,

Rice doesn't want
you to mention
his name.

How's Nyona?

Nyona who?

They're lovely.
Thank you.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

WOMAN: Whatever it is,
I don't want any,
and neither does he.

His shades are still
down, he isn't even
awake yet.

You con-men
are all alike.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

PAPADAKIS: Who is he?

Well, you could
start by saying
"hello."

Hello.

How's the
public servant?

I don't have time.

Who is he?

I think his
name is Farrow.

What were you
doing here?

Skip tracing a girl.

He's a lead.

By checking the
mailbox I determined

that Mr. Farrow lived
at Apartment 1338A.

Therefore using my
uncanny reasoning ability,

I then proceeded
up the stairs to
Apartment 1338A.

SHAW: No goddamn jokes.

Note to stenographer,

strike Hickey's last
remark and my comment.

Just tell it straight.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]

Anything?

Oh, Tina Swope hadn't
seen Mary Jane in a
long time. Years.

They used to go with
a couple of brothers
named Quemando.

Mary Jane's boyfriend
went to the can for
armed robbery.

A tough way
to make a buck.

So we'll go see the
other Mr. Quemando
tomorrow.

Yeah.Okay.

What about Farrow?

He caught
a bullet sandwich.

What do you mean,
he's dead?Yes, I found him.

Were you gonna
tell me about it?

Well, by looking
at the mailbox,
I determined

that Mr. Clifton Farrow
lived in Apartment 1338A.

What happened?

Guy got blown up.Robbery?

Doesn't look like it.

He just opened up
his door and
got paid off.

Who's got the paper?

Most of it's
on your desk.

Shaw's still got
Al Hickey's transcript.

He found him.Who's Hickey?

He used to
be with the
Hollenbeck Division.

[WATER RUNNING]

[TOILET FLUSHING]

Hi.

That's not funny,
goddamn it.

Your sense of
humor is pathetic.

God damn you.

Don't stand there,
throw me a towel.

Quit gawking.
Get outta here.

Wait in the
other room.

I almost had
a heart attack.

You think everything
you do is so cute.

It's just a way
of saying...

Just wait in
the other room.

[COINS CLINKING]

You feel better?

What do you want?

I want to see you.

First time in
three weeks.

I've been working
very hard.

On who?

[LAUGHS]

Come on, honey,
loosen up, will you?

Now, look, I really
don't like this.

You walk in here
like you live here.

Well, I did.Not any more.

You live in
Coxman Heaven now.

You threw me out.
I gotta stay
someplace.

With every
hooker in town.

You and that fag
partner, you must be
very happy together.

[SIGHS]

Look, I'm really
ticked off about this,

and you're not
gonna smile at it.

You want me
to leave?

Yes.

Okay.

I'll give you
another chance.

Not tonight.
It's not free.

You've got
to earn it.

Spare me the drama.

[DOOR CLOSING]

RICE: A woman named
Tina Swope,

although she's been
inactive recently.

A man named Bledsoe.

There's a good
possibility there.

My former partner,

Clifton Farrow,

whom I know for a fact
has been negotiating
with this person,

this woman.

You must be very
careful of him.

Must we?Is that everybody?

Not too many
sources on the
West Coast

are capable of really
huge transactions.

How much is
involved actually?

Anyway, that is
everyone who
fences currency

or buys currency
in this area.

Bernie, I've got
a houseful of people.

Charmaine is
gonna kill me.

I could call
these people for
you and suggest

[TELEPHONE BUZZING]they refuse to do
business with this woman.

You want
to pick this up?

And you never heard
of Mary Jane Bower?

Not until now,
no. I'm sorry.

But, if I do...

Excuse me.

If I can be of
any further help.

We've taken up enough
of your time already,
Mr. uh...

Good night, Mr. Rice.

Thank you so much
for your honesty.

He's lying.

I know.

Doesn't matter yet.

Get on this.
Now. Tonight.

[WATER RUNNING]

[WOMAN GARGLING]

[WATER DRAINING]

[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING]

[RUBBING TOOTHBRUSH]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

No, no.

BOGGS: If it's missing,
it had to be reported
stolen.

I've got a
report to make.

Oh, here it is.
Here, see?

Well, a key is still a key,
ma'am, and nothing else
until it opens something.

I'll have run it
through regular
lock tests.

I'll have it back
to you this afternoon,
tomorrow at latest.

If there has been
a misunderstanding,

and I hope
that's all it is,

it's my responsibility
to get to the bottom of it.

One less sports fan.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

Well, she's a nice lady.
She's a little confused,
that's all.

When you release
the apartment, would
you give us a call.

I'd like to look
around, just on

the off chance,
you know, uh...

We've got a job
to do, too, okay?

Yeah, right.

Be sure you
return the key now.

Yeah, I just need
some more sugar.

[EXCLAIMS]

Anything?No.

The flower shop's closed.

May I have a chili
dog, please?

Two.
Three.

Make it four
and two cokes.

Found this at Farrow's.

Ellery Queen.

I found those, too.

Mother...

Shame to turn 'em in.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah. Let's
call Rice first.

I did. He checked
his service off
this morning.

Closed the account.
There's no
forwarding number.

Let's eat first.

PAPADAKIS: Under the
drainpipe, huh?

Yeah, in the kitchen.

You know any
of these names?BOGGS: Nope.

Hickey?HICKEY: We can't do
all your work for you.

How did you get in?

Walked.

The apartment
is off limits.

HICKEY: Well,
cut the crap out,
just say thank you.

We would have found it.

Yeah, sure,
any month now.

Just trying to
help you boys out.

All right, okay,
my ears are bleeding.

Check it out. Run
it through. Have
them put a jerk in it.

Right.

Get right on that,
will you kid?

Yeah, let us know
if any thing comes up.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

Did you make
a copy of
that note?

It's in my pocket.Papadakis will be
ahead us this one.

I hate giving
those guys anything.

Yeah, but if we didn't,
he'd have us bare-hineyed
and no license.

We're only looking
for Mary Jane.

Yeah, I know,
but still.

[MACHINES GRINDING]

[SHOUTING]

[MEN CHATTERING]

[DOOR CLOSING]

Can I help
you gentlemen?

Mr. Quemando.

That's right.

We're private investigators,
Mr. Quemando.

That mean you're
not real cops?

[MAN LAUGHING]

We're looking for
Mary Jane Bower.

You seen her?

We're just looking
for her. There's
no trouble.

I haven't seen her
in five years,
maybe more.

I just sell flowers.

[MARY JANE SOBBING]

Looks like we got
no Mary Jane and
no client.

HICKEY: This is
what you copied
off Farrow's note?

It's three names.
Addresses on
the back.

[COUGHS]

These guys look
like they mean it.

Let's check out
this address.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

[GRUNTS]

Tell us where she is.

[GROANING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[BABY CRYING]

[PIANO PLAYING]

Hold on a second.

[ELEVATOR DOOR OPENING]

Place is rented
to a Marie Florida
or Floreda.

Nobody's seen
her in a few days.

Fourth floor, rear.

You turned on
the personality.

[CHUCKLES]Yeah.

[EXHALES]And 50 big ones.

The cops were here
this afternoon.
Nobody home.

They'll be back.

Yeah.

I see you got
your money's worth.

Yeah, if any heat
shows up, she's
gonna buzz us.

Yeah, I hope so,
for $50.

Not many clothes.

A girl of
slender means.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

It's three guys.

They're already
on this floor.

[DRAWER CLOSING]

[GLASS BREAKING]

[MOUTHING]

[DOOR CLICKING]

[CUTLERY CRASHING]

Here! Behave!

[CRASHING]

[SCREAMING]

[CRASHING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Goddamn,
son-of-a-bitch!

[METALLIC CLANKING]

Frank, will you come on.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

My God!

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[EXHALES]

Good morning.Hello, firebug.

Anything?

We got a
registered letter.

Well, that looks
like good news.

No, not really.

Rice has given us
the gas. He's taken
us off salary.

Maybe Rice has
found Mary Jane.

It doesn't say that.

I think he got
scared off.

I like your style.

What the hell else
we got to do?

Now look, I'll
go back and see
the florist,

you stay on Rice.
See if you can
run him down.

You're gonna wear that?

Al.

Did you ever kill anybody?

In the United States.

Because I know
you mean it and
everything, but,

I know these guys

better than I know you.

They're soldiers,
that's all.

No questions,
no time to
ask, no talk.

Cops are worse
and less predictable.

If you pull a gun,
you gotta be ready
to kill somebody.

I'm telling you
it's better to run.

You finished?

You want to tell
Papadakis about
last night?

Well...

[DOOR CLOSES]

Yes sir,
I like your style.

[WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA]

You got a location
on Papadakis?

Well, get him back.

No, this is
the real thing.

Bob.

Put out a call.

Bring in Al Hickey
and Frank Boggs.

No, not an arrest.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

What the hell
is going on here?

This money is so hot,
It'll burn a hole in
the side walk.

Two people dead.
Six dead in
Pittsburgh.

Every time
something comes up,

you two are
part of the
woodwork.

Now, I want it all.

Don't strain
your windpipe.

I'm warning you,
don't play around.

Now who's playing
around? We brought
the money in.

What the hell were
you doing heeled?

An ounce of
prevention.

We got a license
or not?

So far.

Well, what do
you need?

What about
the florist?

It's a lead
from Rice.

Two leads,
two dead men.

We live in
troubled times.

That's right, there's
a lot of social unrest.
You find Rice?

That's the
next thing.

We haven't either.

Well, what about
Pittsburgh?

Last winter,
Federal Reserve Bank,

three guards killed,
three torpedoes killed,

driver got away
with a sack of
money.

Big bills.
Over 400,000.

Driver got shot
full of holes.

They didn't find
the money or
his girlfriend.

What was her name?SHAW: We don't know that.

Is there a reward
for this?

Twenty-five thousand.

I want to go
over this
from the top.

Anything you need.

[MAN CHATTERING ON TV]

Mary Jane can't get
rid of that dough.

The bills are too
big, can't spend it.

Don't bother with that
now, we're going to
the game tomorrow.

Farrow was a bagman.

She was trying to
unload that dough
at knock down rate...

I said we're going to
the game, now relax and
enjoy this good...

What game?

Rams, Falcons.

Oh, football...

I favor the
Rams myself.

I thought the game
was a sell out.

It is.

We're looking for
Mary Jane Bower,
not Roman Gabriel.

Twenty-five
thousand dollars.

What kind of
odds do you want?

On the Rams?

On Mary Jane
being at the
ballgame.

[MAN SHOUTS]

FOOTBALL PLAYER:
Hut, two...

[FOOTBALL PLAYERS GRUNTING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA]

[FOOTBALL PLAYERS SHOUTING]

[REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE]

[CROWD CHEERING]

I thought she'd
show today.

Try to make a hit.

Let me see that.Hmm, oh.

Farrow had the same
thing written beside
his phone.

"Rams, Falcons,
plus one."

And these seats.Plus one what?

Whoever they are
hitting on, I guess.

Plus one day?

[SIGHING]

What, tomorrow?

[EXCLAIMS]

I don't know.

Well, they'd have
to set a time.

The ticket could key it.

Game time.

These seats.

Plus one day.Yeah, well.

[RINGING]

Hello.

Oh, Christ no,
I don't wanna talk.

I wanna sleep.

You only seem to
remember my phone
number at bedtime.

Had to work at
a football game.

Well, you should
have taken me.

Sure, anything we gotta do,
we can do at the ballpark.

[ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA]

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

Let me see
that again.

[BOGGS SIGHS]

There's only two
people in a buyoff
like this.

Three's dangerous.
Why the third seat?

What is this?

Nothing.Well, it says "Edith."

She's got a new phone.

You seeing her again?

I quit paying her
the alimony and
she's broke.

She needs help.

Well, what happened
to the boyfriend

with the big house
in Westwood?

Whatever it was,
it happened yesterday.

She was still
there the night
before.

Well, maybe she
found a bigger...

Guy with
a bigger house.

No.

She's been asking
for her old job back.

So, he threw her out.

Gee, I wonder why.

All right.

[BANGING]

MONTE: This
the only wagon?

Okay.

And let's not
lose this one,
eh?

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

[LAUGHS]

What?

My house was
too small.

Yeah, I know,
you told me.

Hey!

All right, Chief.

[GUNS FIRING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

How are we
supposed to
explain this?

To the Rams?

The cops.

I'll think of something.

[PHONE RINGING]

Thank you, sir.Good luck, sir.

Soon as you
can, right.
Thank you.

[BALLARD WHISTLING]

We picked up
a bonus.

They didn't
get the girl?

The girl didn't show.

The soldiers
nailed a buy-off.

They burned up
the bagman

so, there's still no way
to find out who she's
dealing with.

[SIGHING]

I don't wanna
lose her.

Keep pushing.

Right.

It's messy,
but we have
no choice.

It belongs to us.

The original stake
was ours.

If I can't stick
to a principle,

I can't believe
in anything.

Right.

Boggs saw the note
by Farrow's phone.

We figured it
might lead to
Mary Jane.

We figured Mary Jane
might have had an
appointment with Farrow.

Why didn't you
call us in?

Cause it was
a long shot.

How did the torpedoes
find out about it?

They beat it
out of Quemando.

What the hell
is this?

You know, they know
and we don't?

You shoot up the
Coliseum, blow
off a hit.

A bagman's dead,
bodies lying
all over LA.

You two bums made
a grandstand play.

Well, you should
have been out there
backing us up.

You had Farrow's note.

Come off it.
You two held
out on us.

You know it
and we know it.

Charging us?

I'd like to.If I come up
with anything else,

I'll push you both
so hard, you'll be
sweating silver bullets.

You hear me?

Yeah, we got ears.

[EXHALES]

If they tie us
to the hotel,
we're done.

Yeah.

We're gonna find
that bitch before
they do.

Shoe salesman,
short order cook.

A lot of jobs open

for ambitious young men.

You're having fun.Not really.

Let me see Farrow's
note. I want to check
those other two names.

Philip Bledsoe,
Elena Cole

and in parenthesis,
a "Mr. Leroy."

Just names,
just names.

Then we start
with the phone book.

We gotta
find that bitch.

Well, that's so
when you grow up

you'll know
a lot of stuff.

And besides,
what are you
gonna do all day

when the kids
are back in school?

[LAUGHS]

No, I don't need
a secretary,

but if I ever
need one, you're it.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[DOOR OPENING]

My name is Boggs.

Uh, I'd like to
see Mrs. Cole.
Elena Cole.

Could you tell
me what you want?

I want to talk
about Clifton Farrow

and Mary Jane Bower.

Would you mind
waiting here, please.

No, you must have
had a tooth under there.

Sure.

You had to have
a tooth under there.

Sure, everybody
knows that.

More teeth,
more bread.

Well, you could
knock 'em out
with a stick

or you could get
a pair of pliers.

[CHUCKLES]

You're welcome,
sweetheart.

I love you, too.

Except I can't
say it cause it's
embarrassing.

Will you ask
your Mom to
call me?

Yes. Please be good.

All right,
hang up, dear.

All right, bye, bye.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

Step this way please.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Boggs?

Now, what kind of
name is that, brother?

Irish.

Black Irish?

Mostly.

All right.

Lester.
Get him a chair.

Be at home.

Ah, go ahead,
be at home.

Now, what can
I do for you?

Okay? All lined
up for the corner.
Right?

Keep loose there.
Atta girl.

Now.

She wants to
do business.

When?

Tonight.

Call the troops.

You're taking things
pretty calm.

Yeah.
Anything happen?

I couldn't
find Bledsoe.

Uh, I ran down
Mrs. Cole.

What's her story?

Civil rights nut,
women's lib.

No kids, widow.

Up north at the moment
trying to retake Alcatraz.

Costs a lot of bread.

Enough to keep
Mr. Leroy

and a houseful
of folks.

[SIGHS]

What about him?

He's the leader
of his people.

Oh, man.

And where is he
leading these
lucky people?

Up La Brea
from Watts
to Bel Air.

Leroy. Bald?

Wears sunglasses
in the house?

Yeah.

Yeah. Heavyweight.

Ghetto superstar.

Anyway.

BOGGS: Anyway nothing.

Farrow did some
decorating of some
kind for Mrs. Cole.

Nobody ever
heard of Mary Jane.

So, we're cooked.

[COUGHS]

We got nowhere to go.

No client.

No suspect,
no leads.

No clues, nothing.

HICKEY: Anyway,
you'll never guess
who called.

Who?

Mary Jane.

She wants to
see us tonight.

Said she's scared
and wants to give up.

If we help her,
why then, we can
get the reward.

I'll be goddamned.

Right.

But she lies a lot.

How the hell did
she get our number?

Could only come
from Sweet Lips.
So...

[TOILET FLUSHING]He's found her,
all right.

Black community is
not trying to become
something new.

[CHUCKLES]

Is in fact still

basically white in
its behavior,
psychologically.

That's why my leader,

our leader,

keeps saying over
and over again

that black power
cannot be jealous
of white power.

It has to be
sick of it. It
has to know...

Four car spaces
behind the green
ball plot 32.

The start of
the eighth inning.

The back seat of
the blue Thunderbird.

Yes my dear,
she will be there.

A punto,as they say.

Exactly.

It worked.

All her sources have
been frightened away
by the stupid monsters.

They're not stupid.

She has to do
business with us,
at our price.

Tonight. I told
you I can do it.

She's desperate,
that nasty bitch.

Desperate, nasty
bitches are dangerous,
brother.

It will work.

I'm sending Phillip.

In drag.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

[ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA]

That's the top
of the eighth.

Hey.

That's her.

[GUN COCKING]

Go.

Hello.
Mary Jane?

Hold it.

[GUNS FIRING]

[SCREAMS]

Shut that door!

Shut the door,
you idiot.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

BOGGS: Five hundred cars
in the lot, and the
bastards blow up mine.

Well, tit for tat.

Some Mary Jane.

What?It's Bledsoe.

The guy we
couldn't find.

I gotta get
a bigger gun,
I can't hit nothing.

How we gonna
explain this one?

Well, this time,
we need a lawyer.

[SIRENS WAILING]

That bitch
set us up.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

[COUGHS]

Wait. Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

[BABY CRYING]What are you
talking about?

PAPADAKIS: The
Katzenjammer kids,

they just blew up
Dodger Stadium.

Another bagman's dead.
This time we got
the money.

No girl.
They missed
the torpedoes.

What's their excuse?

Hickey claims he
got a call from
the girl.

She said she wouldn't
show if they called
us in.

I want them busted.

Withholding evidence,
abetting felonious
conduct.

And burn them.
Put a stake up
both of them.

[BABY CRYING]Now, I'll call
Sacramento tonight,

set a hearing,
suspend their licenses,
break 'em, put 'em away.

Mmm-hmm.

BOGGS: We gave 'em every
piece, but we could have
kept that two grand.

We turned it in and
we went to the police
department.

LAWYER: Well, how about
giving me some evidence
I can use?

BOGGS: Well, if you'd
get it thrown out.

[LAUGHING]
Thrown out?

BOGGS: What the
hell do we pay
you for anyway?

LAWYER: They've got
you by the biscuits.

Pull some
strings or
something.

Trump something up,
can't you?

I'm a lawyer,
not a magician.

HICKEY: We're gonna
have to stand trial?

Unless they drop
the charges.

I don't know.

[TOILET FLUSHING]

What?

It's time
to get out.

Out of what?

There's nothing left
of this profession,
Frank. It's all over.

It's not
about anything.

LAWYER: Well,
he's right.

No such thing as a
private investigator
anymore.

With the legislation
coming out of Sacramento

the last couple of years,

you guys are
nothing but
process servers.

It's not
about anything.

BOGGS: Yeah, it is.
It's about 400 grand.

Well, we gotta
find that bitch.

They've really got
you up against it.

Yeah. Well, that's

what's known as pushing,
they're pushing.

What are you
gonna do?

Just have to push
back and keep going.

I'll come to your
place after work.

Uh, you will?

[LAUGHS]

I'll wait for you.

Yeah, that's nice.

Yeah. Things
are looking up.

You call them soldiers.
You call them soldiers.

They missed.

Two cars blown
to goddamn hell.

They missed.
Outgunned by
two pencil necks.

Tell me, how could
they? Explain it.

I want to hear
how they missed.
What is it?

Dumbness? Yellow?

[R AND B MUSIC PLAYING]

What the hell
do you come
in here for?

The music.

[LAUGHS]

I think they
got your beer.

[PAPER CRACKLING]

Come on, let's
buy you a car.

[GRUNTS]

First you're
gonna sell
my house

and now you're
gonna buy me
a car.

I'm gonna buy you
a goddamn car if you
lay off about the house.

It was a good house.

Was.

It still is.

At least it's not
falling off a cliff.

Well, where's your word,
so you can get the
insurance for it?

Ah, it's too
late, it ran out.

Ran out.Frank, Frank,
Frank, Frank.

Look.

Everybody in this
town is about to
burn us up.

You can't go
bad on me now.

Frank, don't
you get it?

Our pictures are
in all the newspapers.

They are going
to bury us.

One side
or the other.

Edith is here.

Edith is here.

She'll be on
in a minute

and then we'll go.

I thought she was
barred from here?

Guy owed me a favor.

[CAR HONKS]

♪ Standing out on the street

♪ Suitcase in my hand

♪ Standing out on the street

♪ Yes, I need a perfect man

♪ What things am I thinking

♪ It's up to you

Eat your heart out.

♪ I can't find
the words I need

♪ To tell you what I do

♪ Home is where you make it

♪ You can't play too long

♪ Home is where you take it

♪ I ain't been home so long

♪ What things
am I thinking

♪ It's up to you

Thanks, Frank.

Kill yourself.

Where do we go?
Where do we go?

Out on the street.

Mary Jane isn't
gonna call us
any more.

What's she
doing it for?

The heavies and us.

We're pushing her.

She figures whichever
one of us is dead,
she's better off.

She sacrificed
two bagmen.

That means she's got
somebody to sell it
to. Can you see?

[SIGHS]

Mary Jane had
a big deal with the
florist's brother.

The one in jail,
he's at Chino.

I'm going down there
tomorrow morning,
poke around.

You're still
short one car.

Yeah, I'll work
something out.

What about you?

I'll start with the
house at the beach.

Last go round.That's right.

Can you see?

How does it run?

Terrific.

I'll take it.

[GUN COCKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

Yeah, listen,
the torpedoes
hit my place.

Pulled it apart.
They may be on
their way to see you.

They weren't after
anything, not really.

It's not
a good job.

They got a kick
out of it, like
revenge.

They've already
been here.

[EXCLAIMS]

Goddamn college boys,
in the middle of
the night,

we're gonna
clean house.

BALLARD: He walked in.

He says he wants
to come home.

I think he's right.

But I also think
he owes us a lot
of interest.

I think he owes
us another bonus.

QUEMANDO: They said,
we have to go through
with it.

The deal with Rice
and the black man.

[SIGHS]

What are you
doing here?

[INAUDIBLE]

Nyona's not here.

She's dead and
you killed her.

And I don't want
you around this
child ever again.

You're a rotten...

[INAUDIBLE]

I know from the moment
you walked into this
house two years ago

that you're a
rotten, low down,
son-of-a-bitch.

And I mean it.

I don't ever want to
see your face again.

Ever again.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Is it all set?

Yep.

Good.

No more misses.
No more mistakes.

All right.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

You all right?

Good.

I've been to Chino.

Quemando got out,
on parole,

day before yesterday.

A woman met him.

She signed in

as Mary Florida
Quemando.

Wife.

Bingo.

I got their address
from the parole officer.

So, okay,
we're in business.

Let's go get 'em.

I know you want
the torpedoes.

We find the woman,

they're gonna be close.

Oh, look goddammit,
they're not coming
in here.

[CHUCKLES]

It's a chance.

It's a chance.

Okay, you quit.

Fine.

Just lay down and
roll over right here.

It's a nice place
for you to do it.

At least we're not
going to be thirsty.

Bob.

Let's have one.
Right here please.

Because I'm joining
my friend and partner.

[BLOWING SMOKE]

[CHUCKLING]

"Oh, Frank.

"Frank, you can't
go bad on me now.

"They're gonna bury us

"just because you
can't get this dumb,

"stupid, pitiful bitch
out of your guts."

Look who's talking.

You just sit there

'cause I'm gonna
go get them.

I want that 25.

You can sit there for
a long time, but you
can't bring her back.

And you can't

make up for
what you missed.

All...

Only thing
you can do is

goddamn try
to even it up.

Make it right.

Now I'm going out
there and I'm gonna
get 'em. So...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[GROANING]

[GUN COCKING]

Now you tell me
where she is.

Tell me where she is
or I'm gonna kill you.

[GUN COCKING]

BOGGS: He will.

Don't be depressed.
You got nothing to
cry about.

It's very difficult to
run a $400,000 caper

from a prison cell.

You did pretty good.

You still got
Mary Jane.

She must be
a heck of
a woman.

Killed Farrow for
you cause he wanted
a bigger bite,

ran the whole show
till you got out.

She's one hell
of a woman.

Course you'll both
be indicted, but
it's too shaky,

they won't
make it stick.

So...

Maybe you'll
still get home.

He's telling you
things could be
a whole lot worse.

Think about it.

Mr. Rice, say hello
to Mr. Boggs.

Mr. Rice.

Mr. Leroy.

Say hello to
Mr. Hickey.

It really fell
off the cliff, huh?

That's a shame,

but my partner
has a hell of
a deal for you.

Terrific house,
fine neighborhood.

[CAR DOOR OPENING]

You listen to him.

You just do what
Mr. Hickey tells you.

I'm gonna do
everything just
as it was set up.

[CAR DOORS CLOSING]Okay?

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

Okay, Mr. Leroy?

It's your play,
brother.

How'd you pick
this place?

We used to
come here.

Okay, get out there
and get ready.

Wave her down just
like everything was
all right.

Take the bag
with you.

[PLANE APPROACHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

[GUNS FIRING]

[GUN COCKING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN COCKING]

[GUN FIRING]

[HELICOPTER ENGINE
ACCELERATING]

[HELICOPTER CRASHING]

[COUGHING]

[GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

[FATBOY SCREAMING]

[GUN COCKS]

[GUN CLICKS]

Nobody came.

Nobody cares.

Thanks.

Anytime.

It's still not
about anything.

Yeah, I know,
you told me.

♪ Oh, I never thought
the chips would fall away

♪ Have always believed
the game was hard to win

♪ Things I've seen

♪ The places I have been
to chase my dreams

♪ Into the sun,
we will walk
into the sun

♪ And talk about the
things we'd like to do

♪ Forgetting what
we've done in our time

♪ What's past is
dead and gone

♪ There's no time to grieve,
too much sorrow in the world

♪ It's time to live
before the dream is through

♪ Oh, yes

♪ Before the dream is through

♪ Oh, I never thought
the chips would fall my way

♪ I've always believed

♪ The game is hard to win

♪ Things I've seen

♪ The places I have been
to chase my dreams ♪