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♪ I know you think
that you know me well ♪

♪ you got some stories that
I would not have you tell ♪

♪ but when push comes to shove,
baby ♪

♪ who can ring your bell?

♪ Today is a brand-new day

♪ and today is the day

♪ that we say

♪ hello again

[ gunshot ]

Moe: I don't know.
I'm just saying...

Maybe this ain't the right time
or place.

This guy, he's been spilling
to the feds, right?

They're probably giving him
protection, right?

Right. House could be
crawling with fed.

It's a risk.

It's a risk, he says.

Two years, we're looking
for greenie.

Every time our people got close,
he caught the next bus.

Our chance is now.

Mr. rothman,
with all due respect,

we just...Think there's
a better way to do this.

We could...Tail him
a few days.

Yeah, yeah,
take a moment.

That's what we propose.

Huh.

Here's my idea.

[ Grunts ]

[ Blow lands ]
Aah!

Now, I propose you two
quit trying to dog this job,

you chicken-shit weasels.

That is what I propose!

Ohh, geez.
I think you broke it.

Let me take a look.

[ Grunts ]
Aah!

Now we know for sure.

Mr. Siegel, be reasonable.
Be reasonable? I will kick --

what the hell?

Something's got Siegel
in a twist.

I will kick your ass so hard,
you'll wear it as a hat!

And you -- the minute that
fat shit steps out that door,

you're gonna walk over there
and put two rounds in his head.

You got me?

Big as life.

You two frigging pansies
watch and learn.

Give me that.
[ Gun cocks ]

Benny, no. No.
I'll do it.

[ Breathing heavily ]
You watching this?

See how a man does it.

Benny!

Start shooting.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Ben? [ Gasps ]

[ Groans ]

[ Gasping ]

Keep shooting.
Jasmine!

You fat --

[ grunts ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Coup de grâce. That's what
the French call it.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

We have to burn these...

All of them, right now.

Are you stupid?

Pictures?

Is that what you see in here --
just pictures?

They are stacks of money
and a new life,

the one I always
should've had.

Wise up and come along
or get left behind.

Little moe
and Jerry two-tone.

They've looked better.

Morrison: They're foot soldiers
for the Siegel-Cohen mob.

They were.

You think
it's mob against mob?

You think Jack dragna is making
a move against Siegel?

Dragna would never
make a move this bold.

So you think
this was in-house.

I think moe and Jerry here
did something

their boss didn't like,
and they got spanked.

Question is what.

What are they doing here?

Why are you
on our crime scene?

Your crime scene?

Two of our c.I.S
get whacked,

it makes it ours.

I think you're confused
about the circumstances.

Chief?

I was just explaining
to these gentlemen

that this
is our crime scene.

And I was just explaining
that detective morrison's unit

took the call
and responded first.

They interviewed witnesses,
gathered information.

They were --
horall: Very good.

Jack, get what you need --

detective morrison's men,
interview notes, evidence.

Bill, a word.

You heard the man!
Pony up!

Nobody was trying
to sandbag anybody.

It was an honest stumble.

Honest or not,
it's across purposes,

and I can't have it.
Now, look.

I let you put this little
mob squad of yours together.

Imitation is the sincerest form
of flattery, bill,

so consider me flattered.

But I don't want your guys
getting in the way of mine.

I had no idea you were grooming
these men as informants.

The greenburg hit?
We had those two ready

to swear Siegel himself
pulled the trigger.

Now we're back
to square one.

My guys take Siegel down,
not yours.

It's just the way it is.

There's plenty of crime
in L.A., bill.

Go find some.

[ Sighs ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Gentlemen?

Exit through the kitchen.
Avoid the reporters.

[ Lighter clicks ]

Fellas, where's Mike hendry?

Jasmine fontaine's.
It's his shift on surveillance.

Anything there?

Teague: She keeps a pretty
regular schedule.

She goes to work.
She comes home. That's it.

Well, let's pull
that surveillance.

You're gonna need your manpower.

I know why little moe
and Jerry two-tone got spanked.

They were willing to testify

that bugsy Siegel
murdered Abe greenburg,

personally pulled the trigger.

Where's Siegel?

Vegas.
He goes a few times a week.

A guy at Burbank says

his plane's due back
tomorrow night.

Round up everyone.
Ask every question.

Beat every bush.
Anybody asks why, deny.

We're not backing down?

Backing down?
We're doubling down.

Those fools think
they can take bugsy Siegel?

Too bad, 'cause
you're gonna take him first.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

All right. To the right.
To the right!

Dolan! What the hell?

Do you got a special
on lowlifes today?

Hey, sarge, get a deck of cards.
We'll get a game going.

All right. Come on.
Wipe that smile off your face.

Why today, huh?
Any other morning, fine.

I was drawing
to an inside straight,

and you schmucks come
kick the door in!

Enough on that.
Talk about hecky Nash.

Somebody bumped him off
a few nights ago, Baldwin hills.

Poor son of a bitch.

Most people wouldn't be caught
dead in Baldwin hills, huh?

He did.

Hey.
That was funny!

[ Laughing ]

Tug: Phil holtz.

Somebody gave him
both barrels

at St. Vincent's
the other night.

Blew him through the wall
of a confession booth.

What do you say to that?

I'm shocked.
I didn't know Phil was catholic.

Mike: Little moe
and Jerry two-tone.

Talk about them.
Nick: Italian joint.

Guy walks right over to their
table and lets them have it.

I swear, I never been there.

Pastas give me gas.

So, I'm here. Why?

I got nothing to tell ya.

Dolan: Sure you do, sol.

You're gonna tell us everything
that you know...

From the burning of Rome
to the Lindbergh kidnapping.

I got an alibi for both.
Yeah, what about hecky Nash,

Phil holtz,
little moe and two-tone?

There's a lot of you getting
bumped off this week,

probably friends of yours.

That make you nervous?

The only thing that makes me
nervous is you clowns

saying I know something I don't.

I got nothing for you about
no rub-outs, no blackmails,

no pictures, no nothing!

Did he say pictures?

Pictures of what?

Connect these dots.

Bugsy Siegel murders
Abe greenburg.

Now, three weeks later,

hecky Nash winds up dead
trying to blackmail the mob.

If it's pictures...

Could be
the Greenberg hit.

Hecky said it'd bring down
a top mob guy.

That'd do it.

[ Buzzer ]

We think hecky's evidence
is pictures.

We're betting
it's the greenburg hit.

Dig in. Find out.

[ Receiver clicks ]

We don't need you to tell us
about the pictures.

We know.
It was the greenie hit.

This is not news to us.

We also know bugsy Siegel --

he pulled the trigger
himself.

From the look on your face,
so do you.

See how wrong you were?
You know all kinds of things.

Now, with all these things
that you know,

we can place you as
an accessory to the crime.

You see where we're going
with this?

No place good.

I'm done talking
without a lawyer.

You think that he will
shield your body,

throw himself in front
of the bullets?

Bugsy's tying up
loose ends.

He's killing all the witnesses.

You know it as well as we do.

Phil, little moe,
two-tone, hecky Nash!

Who am I missing?
Who was there that night?

You and who else?

I don't know nothing
about greenie getting whacked!

I only heard about it
after!

From who?
Which little birdie?

Lawyer. Now.
That's all I'm saying.

Okay, sol.
We're gonna --

we'll give you a few minutes
to decide.

Decide? Decide what?

Whether you want to cooperate
with us...

Or take the fall with bugsy
when we nail him for murder.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You boys are mining gold
in there.

[ Indistinct raised voices ]

All right.
Lay off my suit.

Gentlemen,
is there a reason

why you're rounding up
every mook in town?

Start with sol lipsky.

We like him a lot
for accessory.

Accessory to what?
I'll let him tell you.

Hate to spoil the surprise.

Nice tie. It's colorful.

[ Indistinct conversations
continue ]

I need to talk to you.

My side just found out that
hecky's evidence was pictures.

They're saying it might be
the greenie hit. Was it?

What pictures? What hit?

You're on the wrong side
of the fence

to be asking me
those questions.

I need to know
how bad this is.

Ned, how much danger
is she in?

You're a detective.
Detect.

Better yet,
ask your ex-wife.

Maybe she knows something.
Excuse me.

[ Telephones ringing ]

Look who just walked in.

[ Conversations quiet ]

Mr. rothman has come in
voluntarily today

to answer any questions
you might have.

I heard you boys
were looking for me.

So, uh...So, who's conducting
this interview?

Interrogation's this way.

[ Pats arm ]

Parker: Go get him.

[ Horns honking ]

Hey, beautiful.

I know you think
I'm some masher,

but I'm not, Jasmine.

Yeah, I know you.

Heard all kinds
of nice things about you

from our mutual friend,
hecky.

I was about to grab
a cup of Joe and a cig.

How 'bout it?

Not interested.

Sure you are!

[ Slow jazz music playing ]

[ Bell dings ]

[ Bell dings, door closes ]

Coffee and a doughnut,
twice.

Yes, sir.

What's your game?
No game.

Thought we should chat, since
we both knew hecky and all.

You sure you don't want
any real breakfast?

Some eggs? I love eggs.
I could live on eggs.

I hate eggs.
Get to the point.

Okay.

Me and hecky were partners.

Thank you.

Partners?

Yeah. Who do you think
tipped him off

greenie was gonna get hit?

Of course, we didn't know

who was gonna do
the actual trigger job.

That was spur of the moment,
came as a big surprise.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

[ Sighs ]

You see what you're doing?

You're denying involvement,
which is a lie.

When people lie to me...
[ Clicks tongue ]

...it makes me feel small,
you know?

Like a mouse.

Like a twitchy, little mouse
with its foot in a trap.

I don't like to feel
that way -- trapped.

[ Sighs ]

Me and hecky had a deal.

I get half the money
for those pictures you took.

And half of 10 grand
is $5,000,

and that's what
I've got coming to me.

Too bad it's imaginary.

Hecky filled your head
with crazy stories.

He was good at that.
Anyway, he's dead.

So is any deal you had.

[ Sighs ]

Hecky said
you were headstrong.

Didn't say you were stupid.

[ Slurps ]

Look, I've had a lousy
couple of days.

The cops are watching me.

You keep shadowing me,
they'll be watching you.

I doubt you'd like that,
but, hey, it's a free country.

[ Plate clinks ]

[ Bell dings ]

Teague: Little moe,
Jerry two-tone --

why don't you start there?

I heard they got whacked
last night.

Occupational hazard.

Where were you?

At home,
getting some trim.

Huh. Girl got a name?

Gentlemen
don't kiss and tell.

If you press charges,

I'll give you a name,
but only then.

No reason
she should be harassed.

Anyway, alibi's solid.

You guys are barking up
the wrong tree.

This was an outside hit.

Jack dragna's behind it.

He'd love to muscle in
on our business.

You've got a room full
of Jews out there.

You should be talking
to the Italians.

So they killed
Phil holtz, too?

He bought it in a church,
a catholic church.

Again, the wops.
You need me to tell you this?

Got an alibi
for that night?

Sure, I do,
and for hecky Nash.

You want to talk about him?

I'm so curious to know
who bumped him, aren't you?

Any ideas?

Those who appreciate
good comedy.

Round them up.

So you weren't a fan,
huh?

Of what -- guy standing
at a microphone,

telling off-color jokes?

The shock value
of being crude?

I don't go for that.

I think laughter
should count for something.

Buster keaton.
Man was a genius.

His physical comedy --
that was a different realm.

But he also had
so much heart.

Chaplin, too.
All heart.

They'd make you laugh
your ass off,

then turn you to tears
on a dime.

The artistry of that --

how do they do it?
Do you ever wonder?

And the boys,
Stan and Ollie -- my God!

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Two children trapped
in grown men's bodies,

trying to find their way
in this world.

Such pathos.

These men,
were they just clowns?

No. No. No, no, no.
They were artists and poets.

Hecky Nash?

[ Scoffs ]

Hecky Nash...

Was just a shabby, little,
foul-mouthed jerk

whose funniest punch line
was getting whacked.

Whoever killed him
did the world a favor.

I ever met the guy who did it,
I'd shake his hand.

Witnesses are ready.

Joe, why don't you bring
Mr. rothman to lineup?

[ Feedback ]

[ Voice breaking ]
I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm just so unsettled.

Ma'am, you've had
quite a shock.

Witnessing
a double homicide...

Not an easy thing.

Thank you.
You've been very kind.

You think you're gonna be
able to recognize

the man
who did the shooting?

Yes.
Yes. Absolutely.

I got a perfect look
at him.

Carl, how 'bout it?

Oh.
[ Breathing heavily ]

Detective teague, uh...

[ Lighter clicks ]

...like I told you...

Whoever jumped me
in that alley,

all I saw was a fist
flying at me.

Why don't you take a look
anyway? You never know.

Yeah.
Sure, I will. Yeah.

That's right.
You never know.

[ Buzzer ]

Anybody?

Please speak up.

Sorry.

Ma'am.

[ Breathing shakily ]

Yes, that's him.

The man who shot the victims
in the restaurant.

You sure?

Yes. Absolutely.

I'll never forget
that horrible face,

those dead eyes.

That's him right there.

Number three, step forward.

No, no. Not him.
I-it's him, number four.

Number four.

[ Sighs ]

That's him.
He's right there.

[ Crying ] That's who
killed those poor men.

I'll testify in court.

[ Crying ]

I'll testify.

I will testify...

...in court.

Siegel:
Take a look at this place,

this beautiful place.

What I want you two to do
is take it in.

Take a deep breath.
Do you smell it?

Go on! Go on!
Take a deep breath.

What do you smell?

I don't know.
It smells like cow shit.

Guys, really?
N-no imagination?

Come on. Breathe again.
Take it in.

[ Sniffs deeply ]

I have to agree
with "cow shit."

Money!
It smells like money!

Come on. Walk with me.

Cow shit now, maybe,

but a city is going to be
here someday --

a great, vast,
shining edifice,

with neon reaching
towards the sky,

and with only one purpose --

money,
as far as the eye can see.

There's not a single law
against gambling,

and they've got counties here
where whores are legal.

2,000 years,

our people have been looking
for the promised land,

and this...Is it!

You got guys back east
very nervous.

Nobody got into this deal

to build another
Atlantic city, Ben.

[ Whistles ]

Please don't talk to me
about Atlantic city.

A.C. Is so dead,
it should be embalmed.

That is the past.

This, right here --
this is the future,

and the flamingo
is only the start,

the first seed of what will be
a mighty forest.

Every gambler's dollar
in this country

is up for grabs.

And guess where they're gonna
bring it -- right here!

[ Grunting ]

I need to count on you
to make meyer understand.

This takes patience,
faith!

It's a hard argument
to make, Ben.

The flamingo's
still bleeding red.

Not for long.

We have had some problems
and some hiccups,

but those problems
are being solved.

[ Muffled groaning ]

Ray, Harvey, please,
I beg of you.

Go back to New York.
Make meyer a believer again.

Bring him out here!
Let him see for himself!

[ Muffled grunting ]

Jesus. Will you please
bring him over here?

Come here. Come here.

Do you have any idea
how much you disappointed me?

[ Muffled ] Oh, God.

[ Groans ]

Still, no excuse.
But come.

Let's take a little walk,
all right?

[ Muffled yell, thud ]
All right.

George raft,
an old friend of mine

since we were kids -- meyer,
too. We all came up together.

And he's gonna be plugged
into every facet in Hollywood!

[ Muffled ] Oh, God.

[ Muffled grunt ]

[ Frank Sinatra's
"I believe" playing ]

[ Muffled whimpering ]
[ Guns cocking ]

♪ I believe

♪ I believe in wishing Wells

♪ and I also believe
in a lot of things ♪

♪ things the Daisy tells

♪ I believe, I believe

♪ that a four-leaf clover
brings lots of luck ♪

♪ lots of joy,
lots of happiness ♪

♪ I believe those things

♪ and when it's Christmas,
I believe in Santa claus ♪

♪ why do I believe?

Siegel: Now, you see,
that's what you need

with your gambling
and your whores!

World-class entertainment.

By next year,
I'll have Frank Sinatra

signed for a contract.

You tell meyer that.

Dolan: So, what the hell
is that thing?

It's a bug, something eddy's
been tinkering with.

Thinks Mickey Cohen's office
at the clover could use one.

Siegel's always
on the move.

He's hardly ever in one spot,
except Mickey's,

and he's there a lot.

Love to be a fly
on that wall.

Well, that's the idea.

Fat Jack: That's him!

That horrible face,
those dead eyes!

[ Laughs ]
Got an alibi?

I love your idea
of bugging Mickey's office.

Never mind the bug. Where are
the spaghetti witnesses?

Dolan:
We cut them loose.
What?

Why would we hold on to them?
'Cause I asked you to.

"Give me an hour."
That's what I said.

I didn't hear you.
You mumbled.

Morrison: Okay. Why?

I was running background checks.
That's why.

Credibility of witnesses.
And...?

Carl steckler just got
out of San Quentin.

A colorful life
he has led.

Of greatest interest...

He was Mickey Cohen's bagman.

[ Sighs ] Oh, Christ.

Nobody ever said
his last name.

That's got to be
Freddy's Uncle.

Freddy steckler's a bagman
for Siegel and Cohen.

Well, at least now we know
who pointed the hitter

at little moe and two-tone.

Too bad somebody let him go.

Eddy, I swear I really
never heard you say that.

Okay!
You learn to open your ears,

and you learn to open
your mouth!

Guys, nobody needs
to jump off a bridge.

Carl walked out of here.

He thinks he pulled
this off, right?

The guy's probably at home
right now. He's drinking a beer.

Joe's probably right.

Mike, pat,
get over there right now.

Morrison:
I'll put out an apb,

get every blue suit in town
scouring the weeds.

We'll bring him in and sweat him
till he breaks.

Steckler knows
who executed those men.

We get the busboy,
we get the shooter.

We get the shooter...

We get Siegel.

Teague: You know, they pulled
all surveillance off you.

You were smart.

You went to work.
You came home.

Gave them no reason
to keep watching.

Will it stay that way?

We're scouring the city
for a busboy,

and that'll lead right
to Siegel.

After that, you won't be
on anyone's radar.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Great news.
Try to contain yourself.

[ Chuckles dryly ]

Okay.
Guess I'll just go.

I'm still trying
to figure it out...

...about hecky.

You heard what happened.

Not all. He comes to you.
Start there.

How does that happen?

I found a note
in my mailbox.

Said to come to bunny's,
so I did.

And he walks in,
just like that.

Imagine my surprise.

Of all the people he could've
reached out to, why you?

Guy needed a cop.

That I get, but somebody

had to point him
in your direction.

Might sound crazy,
but at first,

I thought it was you.

Why would I do that?

He needed help.

Thought you figured
I'd step up

for your sake,
old times, whatever.

Look, I'm not saying
it made sense.
It doesn't.

He goes to all this trouble.
He hires you.

He knows he's at risk,
and then he goes up
that hill alone,

without the guy he's paying
to protect him?

I'll tell you
what doesn't make sense.

A man says he loves a woman,

and then he drags her
into something

that could get her killed.

I wasn't involved.
I told you that.

And you made that clear.

You know nothing.
Here's what I know.

Hecky Nash,
he was many things,

but a photographer?

See, I don't think
you want people

asking these questions.
The wrong ones,

they might start wondering
who took hecky's photos.

And while we're on
the subject...

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

The key to the locker
at union station.

You think that's smart?

You had that on you?

It'll be safer with me.

[ Key clinks ]

Jesus, Joe.

You followed me?

You're lucky
I had the first shift.

Now, let's keep you lucky.

You don't have to admit
anything to me.

You don't have to admit
anything to anybody.

Next time you want
to sell pictures,

you stick to the tourists
at the club.

[ Loud knocking on door ]

It's Mickey Cohen.

[ Knocking continues ]

Coming!

[ Rapid knocking ]

[ Sighs ]

Sorry for coming
unannounced.

It's okay.

It's a surprise.

[ Door closes ]

[ Locks click ]

Nice place.
Cozy.

Came to ask you
about pictures.

Oh?

Yeah, pictures,
like, from a camera?

[ Gun cocks ]

This hecky
blackmail business --

latest I hear
was pictures.

I've known hecky
my whole life.

Not once in all them years

did I see him
pick up a camera.

You?

Now that you mention it,
no.

You can see my frazzle.

You were closest to him
the past year.

Did he spend time with anybody
who could teach him that

or hire a guy
to do it for him?

Could be anybody.

No, that's wrong.

These were special pictures,

not like the kind of stuff
that you take at the club.

You got a flash,
all you do is press a button.

These were taken
on a dark street, at night,

and they still came out.

Now, this kind of thing
would take actual skill.

Anybody?

Maybe he met someone
the past few months.

Like I said,
we've been broken up.

Well, if you hear of anybody
like that,

you know to come to me,
right?

Sure.

Can I use your bathroom?

Down the hall.

[ Handle creaks, water running ]

Man: Hey, sid.

Rothman: What apartment?

Triple 3.

[ Knock on door ]

Where is he?

Washing his hands.

Yeah, he does that.
Mickey!

A word.

Legs, how 'bout a glass
of water, huh?

A little ice?
Sure thing.

The cops are on
to the busboy.

We heard about it
from our man inside.

And then steckler himself
calls me in a panic,

says cops are all
over the place.

Huh.
[ Sighs ]

He's asking for money.

He wants my help
to disappear.

So help him...
Without the money.

Agreed.

I asked him to meet me
in Griffith park

at the merry-go-round.

It's nice and quiet,
out of the way.

I got three guys
already heading there.

I'm leaving to catch up

but stopped to tell you
so you can alibi.

Mm.

You and Ben can't be anywhere
near this.

He's still up in Vegas,

but you got to get to clover
right now and be seen in public,

get your picture taken
with the guests, you know?

[ Sighs ]

Cohen: Sid reminded me that
I have guests at the club.

I thank you for your time.

Don't forget what I said, okay?

Joe.

Joe.

[ Crickets chirping ]

Sid?

Sid's on his way.

Who are you?

Friends!

Sid said to look after you
till he gets here.

So...We'll wait.

[ Chuckles ]

You can wait with us...
Here in the car.

It's okay. I'm fine.

Okay, pally.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Panting ]

[ Wood creaking ]

Go that way.

Carl?

Come on, now.

We'll make it quick.
It won't hurt.

You keep pissing us off...
We'll make sure it ain't quick.

[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Gun cocks ]

[ Wood creaks ]

Huey: Carl.

Why you doing this, huh?

Show yourself,
you little son of a bitch!

Where the hell are ya?!

It's a crazy place
to die, huh?

[ Carnival music plays ]

Son of a bitch!

You know what I said
about "it won't hurt"?!

I changed my mind!
I'm gonna make it hurt plenty!

You'll be begging me to die!

Teague: [ Grunts ]

Steckler!
Joe teague!

Teague?!

There's three of them,
teague!

Stay down!

You go back. I'll close around
from the other side.

All right.

[ Carnival music continues ]

Dewey!

Dewey!

[ Grunts ]
Ohh.

[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

Stay down.

[ Carnival music continues ]

Please.

[ Whimpers ]

Please don't.

Plea...Se.

[ Music fading discordantly ]

I may puke.
I was never good on rides.

[ Breathing shakily ]

My whole life, I gave them.

All my years,
all my devotion.

And they'd do me like this.

[ Crying ]

Carl, what do you say?
You gonna help us out?

I know...

Who bumped little moe
and two-tone.

I know, because I'm the one
who dropped dime on them.

I fingered those boys
for the shooter.

Sid rothman.
That's who done it.

He killed them both.

So you just put me up
on that stand.

You put me up there
and see what happens.

[ Metal whining ]