All language subtitles for The.Final.Goodbye.2019.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I can't wait to go to Roxy's
tonight, man.

The party's going to be far out.

Even I can't wait.

Hey, man,
you got an a extra lit?

Find your own stash, man!

Come on man!

How about that lit?

I got cash, man.

Hey, hey, man!

You're here to see that ex, P?

That old private dick
is a gropy son of a bitch, man!

Yes, yes.

...stay the hell away!

- Mr. Nyte I presume?
- Presume away.

I hope you brought
that cheque for 500 hours

- like you promised me?
- I did indeed, sir.

Although the cheque
will be yours

when the story is mine.

I'll be recording this interview
to see if it has any merit.

If so, you'll get the cheque.

And then I'll come back
with a camera crew

and we'll do an exclusive
News 11 interview.

Yes, yes, fair enough.

Hey,
you want a drink or something?

No, no, thank you.

Okay, because I'm about
to spill the beans

on the real caper
behind which you media people

have labeled
"The final goodbye."

Oh, you can judge for that, sir.

This is Dave Dugan,
KYW TV3 News

here with Harry Nyte,
renown Cleveland

private investigator.

Ten years ago,
to this very day,

a major gangland massacre
blemished our fair city.

The best location in the nation.

The massacre has be coined
by the people of Cleveland, Ohio

as "The final goodbye."

And today finally,
after ten long years,

Harry Nyte will reveal
the true facts behind the story.

Go ahead, Harry.
It's all yours. Please begin.

In 1961, my solo career as a PI
wasn't really making ends meet.

It was tough getting by.

Then one day
I was sitting at my desk

reading a popular
men's magazine.

You know,
for the articles, of course.

And I hear these footsteps
coming down the hall.

Come on in.
I don't stand on the ceremonies.

Hello, Harry.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, Lisa. My, my, my!

If it isn't the laundry girl
from downstairs.

I'm not working at the shop
today, Harry.

Oh, well, have a seat.

That's right.
Your father is Anton Stromberg.

One of the wealthiest
men in Cleveland.

Alright. Well,
what can I do for you?

It's Cynthia, my younger sister.

Yeah.

- She's been kidnapped.
- Kidnapped?

The bastards are asking
for $100,000 in small bills.

Or else, they will, well...

they will kill Cynthia.

One hundred thousand dollars,
is that all?

That's not enough?

Well, no, no, no.
That's a tidy sum,

but, uh, for your father
that's small change.

Their tab should be much higher.

What should we do?

Truthfully, you should go
to the Cleveland police.

Or better, yet the FBI
at the Standard building.

- That's what you should do.
- No, Harry.

My parents are determined
to leave the officials

out of this.

The kidnappers threatened
to kill Cynthia.

As a private detective,
isn't there something

you could do?

Get clues.

Anything, please.

Alright, alright.
I can't make any promises,

but I'll do some checking around
and see what I can do.

Well, well, well,
what have we got here?

Could it be the most
important man in Cleveland?

Harry Nyte.

What the hell brings you
into my office?

Can't you see I'm involved
in a corporate meeting

with my chocolate malt?

Why don't you tell
that executive you're sipping on

that another client
requests the services

of Frankie The Snitch esquire.

- Or should I say--
- Okay, okay, okay.

Enough of the usual banter.

What can I do for you gumshoe?

Well, it's like this kid.

Whenever I want
the best information

on the street, for some reason
I think about you.

Alright, alright.
Enough of the bullshit here.

Look, I need all the lowdown

you got
on the recent kidnapping.

Which one?

What do you mean by that?

Seems there's been a rash
of kidnappings lately.

The latest being
Anton Stromberg's

daughter Cynthia.

Just the name
I was going to drop on you.

Alright, come on.
Tell me more.

Well, Harry,

if you want somebody's
insider tips, well,

you have to make
a little donation.

Okay, that's fair enough.

Alright, now tell me
what you know. Come on.

Okay, well.

Well, it's like this.

I had to
the ransom.

And the loved ones
are found shortly after, alive.

Let me guess.
The kidnappers always ask

for $100,000, am I right?

Are you sure your name ain't
Chris Wall?

You know, they keep the ransom
demand low,

the swells pay you off.

They don't make a stink.

Hmm, you know,
that's a sweet racket.

You're some kind
of Sherlock Holmes.

There's something else
you really should know.

Well, go ahead, shoot. What?

Word has it that Bobby Darrow
is behind the snatching.

Bobby Darrow?
Now, why would a big time

gangster like Bobby Darrow
be doing with penny any

kidnappings?

Don't kid yourself.

That cheap bastard
is the only person I know

who could squeeze a penny
to make Abe Lincoln cry.

He's getting a 100k per snatch,

tax free.

You know, that makes sense.

You just may have something
there like good snitch.

I have information
from a reliable source.

And I believe,
I know who's behind

Cynthia's abduction.

You what?

Oh, she's not in any danger.

She's but one of many
kidnapped victims

in the Cleveland area recently.

This party targets
wealthy individuals

like yourselves or siblings.

They demand a fast $100,000
ransom which is promptly paid

due to quick access to funds.

You have no substantial proof
of any of this.

And just talking to us right now
could be jeopardizing

Cynthia's life.

My husband is right.

Let us tend to this matter.

Listen...

none of the other
kidnapped victims

have been harmed.

And I want you to pay
the ransom.

Originally, I told Lisa here
to call the police or the FBI,

but that was before I got wind
of these particular criminals.

All I want to do
is observe the ransom drop.

We were told specifically,
no outside contact

- with anyone.
- Get with it, dad!

Harry's just trying to help.

Listen, I can almost guarantee
Cynthia's safety.

This is not
your average kidnapping.

These current snatchers
are being performed by...

if I'm right,
professional organized gangsters

and their object
is quick cash, not murder.

Unless Cynthia does
something outrageous

to piss them off,
she'll be returned safe

and sound
once you pay the ransom.

Scalise, how long
are we going to put up

with this shit?
Kidnapping, I answer the kids.

It's just simply not my forte.

Bobby's got to be
off his freaking nut!

He's the boss.

The man's got his reasons.

Oh, I know
what the reason is.

It's greed.

Ever since your body
bought into legitimate

enterprises,
he's paying big taxes.

His ransoms,
they're under the table profits

with no taxes
and we get nothing.

Yeah, ran over
all the loots of Bobby Darrow

and end up with the squat.

I don't see any bonuses
coming in.

I don't see
any bonuses coming in.

Nimbles is right, boss.

Our leader is not taking care
of his flock.

Hell, you've been
his right hand man

since freaking 39
and you got nothing to show for.

Where is your place of honor?

I just need to see
who picks up the cash.

Don't you dare do anything
that would jeopardize

my daughter's safety!

Let him do the job,
or I'll call the police myself!

Alright, calm down!
You're going to give me

a nervous breakdown.

Alright, Lisa. We'll go ahead
with your Mr. Detective here.

If that's alright with you?

I'm alright with observing
from a distance.

I will contact you
just as soon as I hear

about the money drop.

- You're both right.
- We're going to make our move?

Yeah.

It's time to push Bobby aside.

Alright! That's what
I like to hear.

I've been waiting to hear
that for so many freaking years.

It's not even funny.

Alright!

Hey, who took that little twit
to the toilet last?

Me, boss.

It's Jake's turn! Jake's turn!

Jake's turn.

Okay, okay.

Somebody's got to do it.

You creeps! You lousy thugs!

I got to use the bathroom again.

Can't you troops tell
when a girl's in need?

- Hey, kid!
- You ruined bastard!

Hey, zip that mouth
and quiet down!

Hey, she's our guest.

Show some manners, huh.

Wait till my father gets
all you gangsters,

you'll pay dearly
for what you've done!

Okay, kiddo, let's go potty.

You better behave
or I'm going to let you have it.

Alright, you little brat.

Don't take too long
or I'll smack the shit

out of you. Hurry up!

Come on! Come on!

Give me a few minutes, daddio.
Give a girl a break, will ya.

Come on!

Hurry up you little scamp!
I ain't got all day.

Alright, that's it.
I'm going in there.

You know, you're more trouble
than your worth.

Ransom or no ransom,
I'll kill you.

Hey, hey, Mr. Stromberg.

You did alright. Hey, listen.

Without a shadow of a doubt,
Bobby Darrow was behind

your daughter's kidnapping
and all the others.

Oh, I'm going to bring
that son of a bitch down.

You'll be getting
that pick up call anytime now.

When the yell
are they going to call?

This waiting
is driving me crazy.

Honey, the pacing
isn't going to help anything.

Why don't you just sit down
and finish your wine.

This is it. I know it.

- Hello.
- This is the babysitter.

Have you called the cops?

Uh, no, no.
We have not contacted

the police.

My wife, we have followed
your every direction.

You got a pen?
Something to write on?

Uh, yes, yes.
I have a pen and paper.

Now, take this down.

That's it. I've got it all.

Now... please
do not hurt my child.

Hey, pal, your daughter
has been an angel.

No trouble at all.

In fact, because she's been

so well behaved, my associate
has taken special care of her.

Okay, enough chitchat.
Come pick up your brat.

And be alone!

Just a moment.

I'm going to need
some support through this.

My oldest daughter
is going to come with me.

Is that okay?

I need some support
to get through this.

Is that alright?

No sweat of my ass.

Bring her.

But here only. You get me?

Yes. Yes,
I understand completely.

Goodbye.

Dad.

It's time to call Harry.

He'll know what to do.

Angelo, pastrami for Harry.

Okay.

Shore restaurant.
Chris speaking.

Yeah, he's here.

Hold on.

Hey, big shot.
You got a phone call.

What am I now
your answering service?

You know this is a bit much.

You know, what you ought to do
is talk to your bosses

about installing a separate line
just for me.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

You do that.

Harry Nyte speaking.

It's Anton Stromberg.

Hey, Mr. Stromberg, what's up?
Did you hear anything yet?

I just hung up
with one of the kidnappers.

Okay, good, good.
Where did they want you to go?

Okay,
you both know what to do.

Now, keep
the walkie-talkie open.

I'll lay low back here,
but if there's any sign

of trouble, use this device
to contact me.

I'll be in there
with gun in hand, okay?

Okay, Harry.

Good luck.

The note said...

go through middle.

Dad, look. Flashlight.

Mr. Stromberg.

This is Harry, come in. Over.

Mr. Stromberg, this is--

Yes, Harry. This is Anton.
I read you loud and clear.

Hey, what the hell
is going on in there?

The suspense
is killing me. Over.

Look, there's a lot of space
to canvas here.

You've got to give us time.
I'll give you a call

if there's any trouble.
Over and out.

Sis!

She's gone. She's gone.

- She's breathing. Dad just--
- Oh, my God!

Come on.

That's okay, sweetheart.

We're going to get
you to the car.

Give me something to drink?

- Great to see you Cynthia!
- Who's this?

Dad, Lisa,
he's going to kill us.

- No.
- It's okay.

It's Harry Nyte.
He's a friend of ours.

- He's here to help us.
- Oh fuck!

You scared the hell out of me.

- Pardon my language.
- It's alright, honey.

With what you've been through,
I understand.

Okay, let's get this frightened
young girl home.

♪ Look around you now ♪

♪ Look around you now ♪

♪ Even those innocent eyes
Can see through ♪

Okay, boss.
We need to talk.

So, what's so important?

These kidnappings got to end.

- We've had it.
- Oh.

So, you and your goons don't
like my little side activities?

Well, that's too freaking bad.

The snatches continue.

Boss, listen to reason.

Reason hell. I'm the boss.

You got it?

If I tell you to grab
some poor sap, you do it.

If I tell you
to execute somebody,

you do it.

If I tell you
to clean the toilet,

you do it.

And if I tell you to get up
and do the Irish jig,

you do it and you smile.

- And that's your final word, eh?
- That's my final word!

Now, take these two rags
and get the hell out of here.

With all due respect,

this is not good, Mr. Darrow.

Not good.

Hey.

I guess there's no more
bonuses coming in.

Get the hell out of here.

♪ Time keeps moving on ♪

♪ And leaves nothing... ♪

Hey, Nacky.

We need to talk.
You too, Charlie.

My ears are always open.

There's no wax in my eardrums.

Yeah, okay.

I'll tell you what boss,
you set something up.

Good. Do that.

Oh, Lisa.
Ezzard and I can't begin

to tell you how happy we are
Cynthia made it home safely.

You damn straight.

We've been all pins and needles
since your little sister

- was grabbed.
- Well, it's all over now.

Things can get back to normal.

No, no, no,
it's far from over.

Look, I witnessed
that ransom pickup.

Now, I'm not going to rest
until I put that son of a bitch

away.

If there's anything
I can do to help,

give me a call, ok?

You don't know
what I'm going up against.

Look, I've been working soulless
since 1944. Why?

Because my old partner
Miles Daze

swallowed both barrels
of sort of shotgun

from a craze Nazi.

Ever since then,
I've been very, very cautious

about using help.

Nah, nah, nah.
You don't want them up against.

This Bobby Darrow
is heavy action.

Well, excuse me here,
but you seem to have forgotten

I am an army man.

I served in Korea.

Infantries.

I think I've seen
my fair share of action.

Come on, Harry,
what do you say?

Let an ex-serviceman
help you out.

Oh, yeah, that's right.
You were in the military,

but...

what about Ella here?
What she's going to be doing?

Sitting at home,
twiddling her thumbs

while you and I are out
roaming the main streets?

Well, Ella here,
in case you've forgotten,

is an up and coming jazz singer.

She's welling the hits
three nights a week

at the Coach house.

Anyone sitting at home
twiddling their damn thumb,

is it's me.

Hey, I know
you are all very nice

about this, but...

Alright, I accept your offer.

Alright.

Alberto Scalise
and Bobby Darrow

have been a thorn in side
since the 1940's.

I can be wrong.
Now, they're powerful men,

but there's got to be some way
we can bring them down.

Well, here, you see,
it's like this.

In Korea, we always centered
on the enemies weakest points

- before an attack.
- Yes.

The same applies here.

Now, these two gangsters,
are they good friends,

or just partners in crime?

Bobby snaps his fingers
and Scalise just runs all over.

It's always been like that.

Alright, my friend.

We'll use that to our advantage.

We got to figure a way
to get Bobby and Scalise

against each other.

If he's been jumping
to Bobby's tune

all these years,
he must be harboring an itch

to take his place.

I think you're onto something.

Yeah, hello. Who is it?

Hey, hey, this is your favorite
private I.

Sure, my favorite
pain in the ass.

Listen, beatnik.

I need to know
the current relationship

between Bobby Darrow
and Alberto Scalise.

Now find out all you can
and pick a place to meet.

- Ticket, sir?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Enjoy the show.
- Yeah, I think I will. Thanks.

Let's see in what page
I was hanging on again.

Ah, yeah.

Must we continue to meet
under these unusual

circumstances?

Hey, you picked this place.

Where the hell
did you come from?

Enough with the usual banter.

Can't you see
I'm holding my hat up to you?

I'm honored.

And of course,
I'm going to have to make

a donation to, uh,
what fund is it this time?

I should say, it's meeting Harry
in the men's room

expense fund, okay.

Fair enough.

There you go now.

What's going on
with Bobby Darrow

and Alberto Scalise,
if that isn't too much to ask?

Word has it that Scalise
is fed up Mr. Darrow.

He's recruiting from within
and ready to take Bobby out

permanently.

If you get my drift, daddio.

Loud and clear
my beatnik buddy.

Okay.

You continue
to stay healthy, Ben,

because I'm telling it,
you got the best information

on the street bar none.

Bye.

Hey!

I've haven't seen you.
Oh, my Lord!

Look at you Ian.
I haven't seen you

in so long.
You're growing up.

How are you doing Connor?
How have you been?

- Good.
- How did that math test go?

- Good.
- Good.

Mr. Nichols we're going to have
that special order ready for you

- next week, okay?
- Oh, wonderful.

- How's your mom in there?
- Yeah, very good.

- Garden doing okay?
- Oh, yes.

You bring over some
of those tomatoes,

I'll give you
a couple of free chops.

Oh, you got a deal.

Alright. Hey, it was nice
to see you guys again.

I got to go. I got to make
somebody's order, okay.

- I'll see you later.
- Thank you Mr. Clinger.

Oh, kids,
you're so welcome.

Take care. See you later.

He's such a nice man, dad.

Henry, read E9 about auction

at Franklin Castle.

They found the secret room.

Those three items
maybe part of it.

Any ideas?

Alright. Come on,
Frankie, let's go.

- I got to go get my stuff.
- Not yet doll face.

I got to make an important call.

Penny, get Amy here
a double bourbon, quick.

She's ready to peel her skin.

Here you go sweetie.
This will blow your tits off.

Hello, operator.

Will you give me the number
of local 1317?

The International
Longshoremen's Association.

Yeah, okay, thanks. I'll wait.

Hello, I'd like to speak
with Danny Green.

Uh, just tell him it's Frankie.

His friendly neighborhood
news hound.

Hey, Danny, listen.

This piece of information
is hot off the wire.

I got a reliable word
that Alberto Scalise

and his crew are ready
to take out Bobby Darrow.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

With those two stooges
out of the way,

you come up in the waterfront
and take over.

Frankie, you rat!

Any heroes?

Huh?

I got none.

News should be coming in.

Earlier today,
an art auction was held

at the historic Franklin castle
on Cleveland West side.

Treasures
discovered in a secret room

arouse the interest
of collectors

from around the world.

And according to reports,
at times the bidding

became quite intense.

And now three paintings
by a local unrenowned artist,

but these were found
among the collection

of Nazi collaborator
Helmut Wiedemann

in a recently discovered

secret room,
therefore a part of history.

Can I get a starting bid of...

$25?

Twenty five dollars. Wonderful.

Do I hear $100?

One hundred dollars.

Excellent!

Do I hear $200?

Two thousand.

Two thousand dollars...

going once.

Going twice.

Sold to the gentleman

on the back row.

A big hand
for the marvelous bidder.

The mysterious bidder
declined an interview

and brushed our news team away.

Architect and entrepreneur
Peter Falkner...

No, no. It's bullshit.

Nobody's going to pay
two thousand smackers

for junk art
just because it was found

with some Nazi loot.

I better call
that owner tomorrow.

Something's not right.
Something's not right

about that guy.

Franklin Castle.
How may I help you?

Hello, is this Mr. Falkner,
the owner?

No, no. This is Prof. Gershon.

I assist Mr. Falkner
with the castle properties.

Can I be of service?

Look, I saw the auction footage
on TV the other evening,

and hey, listen,
there's something fishy

about that last buyer.

Nobody, I mean nobody
spends two G's on junk.

When is he picking them up?

To hell with this Scalise.

What's on the fire?

Bobby Darrow.

He's got to go!

What are you
off your nut or something?

Hey.

Scalise is right.

It's Bobby Darrow
who's off his freaking nut.

Bobby's got us running around
like errand boys

picking up citizens
for chump change

and he's taking all the money.

And none of us see
any bonuses coming in.

Hey, will you cut that shit out
with that bonus shit already?

Just speaking
my grievances, Jake.

Just speaking my grievance.

Come on guys. Scalise is right.

He needs to be our new leader.

And return to us
our place of honor.

You know what?
I think we need to take Bobby

- for permanent ride.
- Yeah!

Alright.

What are we going to do
about it?

You got something figured out?

Bobby likes Jazz.

Great.

I like do up.

What the hell
does that got to do with it?

I'll tell you what.
Stan Getz is playing

at the Theatrical Grill.

Bobby's going.

He loves that type of sax.

Jake's right, Nacky.

Yeah, Charlie.

You tell the boss
that you got a backache

and you need a steam bath.

And you drive.

Good idea my wreck friend.

And I suggest
that Nimbles and you

go as his bodyguards.

Sounds like we've got a plan.

Yeah, yeah, you know what?

Nimbles and I
are going to hold him

in the back seat, Nacky.

And then what you can do is,
you can turnaround

and shoot the shit out of him.

Oh, man! I'm liking this!
I'm liking this, daddio.

Well, guys, it looks like
me and Charlie are in.

Scalise, we're with you.

But all of you
are forgetting one thing.

Abe Pannell.

Your face?

We must show respect.

So we need permission
from the national alliance.

I say, we move now.

To hell with alliance!

Let's blast them
and dump them...

Alright, alright.
Let's get real here.

Scalise is right.
We got to honor tradition.

I agree.

You call Pannell
and let him know our dilemma.

The Alliance controls
all organized crime nationwide.

Bobby Darrow is just a console
here in Cleveland.

So, forget about him.

Okay, boys.
Tomorrow is here.

And we're the new order.

Yes, yes,
Prof. Gershon.

The auction was a grand success.

All those stunning artifacts

brought in an incredible
amount of money.

Thanks to your
diligent research.

Yes, I remember what you told me
about the detective.

I'll see
what I can do. Yes, uh--

Oh, professor, do you mind
returning here to help me

with the collection
of rare books

I have found
in my attic?

They date back
to the 1800's and I'm--

Excuse me, Mr. Falkner.
A gentleman wishes to see you.

A Mr. Stephan Colditz
representing Henry Clinger.

I believe he's here
to retrieve paintings

won at auction.

Well, of course.
Please send him in.

Thank you, Jarvis.

Yes, Mr. Falkner. At once.

Huh, professor, sorry,
I must go. A visitor.

We'll get together soon. Yes?

Okay, goodbye.

Announcing Mr. Colditz.

Thank you, Jarvis. You may go.

Very good, sir.

Mr. Colditz,
how nice to see you again.

Would you like a drink?

Coffee? Tea?

No, thank you.
But it's kind of you to ask.

I'm here for the paintings.
I trust they're ready.

Is there anyway
you could come back

- in a couple of days?
- Two days?

Uh, the newspapers.
They want photographs

of the winnings. You know,
because of their discovery

and the secret room.

- And--
- And nothing!

You've had ample time
for media coverage.

What is the real reason
you're stalling?

Tell me or I'll walk out of here
right now and you can kiss

- your $2000 goodbye.
- No, no, please.

It was the professors idea
to delay you.

He received some...

silly phone call from a local
private investigator

that there's something
foul about the sale, you know,

because of the high bid.

A local private investigator
questioning our integrity?

- May I ask his name?
- Uh, Mr. Harry Nyte.

Harry Nyte!

That what?

Pardon me, Mr. Falkner
with my anger.

We had a minor run in
some years back.

And the name
struck a sound horn.

Still his pesky self, I see.

However, what I said
still stands.

Provide the three paintings
to me now.

Or I'm gone.

- Do I make myself clear?
- No, no, please don't leave.

I'm sorry I ever listened
to the professor.

He watches these ridicules
television detective shows.

He has
an overactive imagination.

Listen, I'll be right back.
Stay where you are.

Please, don't leave.

Uh, may I use your telephone?

Uh, certainly, of course.

Yes.

Falkner's getting me
the paintings.

But we have a problem.

Seems that old nemesis
Harry Nyte is in the picture.

Mr. Nyte you say.

The meddler
saw the auction coverage

on television and thinks
something isn't right.

Not to worry.

This could play
to our advantage.

But how?

Yes, yes, yes!
I like your idea.

I'll find out where Harry lives
and I'll take care

of everything.

Here you are Mr. Colditz.

I even provided
a suitcase with the works

carefully packed inside.

Here, take a look.

Very good.

I bid you farewell, kind sir.

Go inside.

But do it slow.

- Do it slow!
- Okay.

Wake up.

Wake up!

You've been out
for over an hour.

What the hell--

Oh, God!

What the hell
did you hit me for?

I've never seen you before.
What the hell is this

all about?

Here, this will make you
feel better.

- It's a vodka.
- How does that hurt?

It'll make everything better.

Drink!

Okay, because you explain it.

Here you go.

Rock a bye baby.

Hello, Joe.

This is Alberto Scalise.

Let me speak to Abe Pannell.

How can I help you?

No.

No. That's out of the question.
Nobody speaks directly

to Mr. Pannell.

This is Mr. DiFaro.

Now, what's on your mind?

Look, we've got a problem.

How so?

Bobby Darrow?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
He's doing what?

For how long now?

This is a problem.

Okay.

Okay, calm down.

Now, look.

My people will check out
what you said.

And if it's kosher,

you have permission
from the alliance to retire

Mr. Darrow. Capiche?

Alright, we'll honor
your decision.

Boys, do some digging.

Find out if it's true.

Bobby Darrow has been loyal
to the alliance for 25 years.

Although it hurts me,
I vote we give our sanction

to Mr. Scalise on his demise.

That will leave a gap
in the Cleveland chapter.

A gap which Mr. Scalise
and his young rags

should fill nicely.

Okay, Mr. Pannell.

O'Donnell and I
will get right on it.

Carla, bottle of
and two glasses.

Sit! Behave!

Do not make me lose my temper.

Come on. Come on.

I mean, what's this
all about here?

Wait a minute.

Schneider sent you, my landlord.

Hey,
I'm a few months behind rent,

but you know, hey,
it's happened before.

I mean, he can't send
people like you around.

It's illegal.

You tell Schneider,
you know, I--

Do you really don't know
who we are?

Do you, Mr. Nyte?

It's not Schneider.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You were the two guys
at the auction.

Yeah. The stooges who bought
the three worthless paintings.

Oh, gosh!

But what the hell
am I doing here?

This little scenario
is no déjà vu.

Well, should it?

Perhaps, this will help.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no!

Oh, no, no. It can't be.

No, no. No!

Oh, yes, it can
my American friend.

You're Hans Kesserling.

But you are dead.
Both of you were dead.

- Killed and--
- We did not perish

in that locomotive disaster.

And the three paintings
won at that auction

are far from worthless.

Siedrich, please!

That's no way to talk
to our esteemed guest.

And speak English.

Apologize Mr. Nyte.

He's still a bit quick tempered.

And quite dangerous
in our new endeavor.

What, more espionage?

- Aren't you the inquisitive one?
- Oh, my God!

When Hans and I
resided at the Franklin Castle,

years ago we discovered
a priceless Van Gogh.

- Van Goh?
- Renoir and Picasso.

That were painted over
by local German American artists

sympathetic to the Nazi cause.

They soon were put to rest.

So as the secret were kept safe.

- What the fu--
- Siedrich is correct, Mr. Nyte.

Now that we own the art,
we desperately

need to get out
of the country.

- To go where? Shangri La?
- Oh, no, no, no.

Nothing that pretentious.

Switzerland is more desirable
for our needs.

I have proper connections there
willing to pay a king's ransom

for the three revere paintings.

Oh, so you and Siedrich
will live happily ever after.

How nice!

It'll be nice
for you as well, Mr. Nyte.

Oh, how the hell do I fit in?

You my friend
are a relic of a past.

Oh.

Something obsolete
from our by gone age.

Oh, really?

How's your business doing?
No, no, no, don't answer.

Allow me. It is,
what's that American phrase?

"Down the tubes," is it might?

What's your salary in a year?

Three thousand?
Five thousand if you're lucky.

Oh.
That's no good.

That's no good
for the American hero

who in part brought down
Nazi Germany's tents

to steal the plans
of the atomic bomb.

Look, I got my pride.
And that means something to me.

A hundred
and fifty thousand, Harry.

You'll never get
another offer like that.

Don't be a chump.

Take the offer.

- Really?
- No.

Just untie him to stop him.

And...

if I refuse to help you?

Oh.

You'll never leave
this room alive.

You don't give me
much of a choice.

But you know, what you say
does make a lot of sense.

I mean, I've been busting my ass
for years.

And I really
don't have anything.

And nobody gives two shits

whether I live or die.

Alright, listen.

I'll accept your offer
under one condition.

Oh, Mr. Nyte, you're hardly
in any position to--

Oh, wait, wait.
Just listen, just hear me

out here, okay?
You might find this

very interesting.

I want to bring down
Bobby Darrow

and Alberto Scalise.

Yeah, you remember those guys.

The thorns in your side
back in 1944.

Well, guess what?

They're still around.

And I want to bring
the sons of bitches down.

Oh, yes.

I do remember the trouble
that Mr. Darrow caused.

Alright.

You have a deal.

- Oh, but Harry he is--
- He's not dead.

He's alive and well
along with Siedrich Kohlmann.

So what do we do?

Well, Ezzard what did you say
back the office?

Concentrate on
their weak points.

Well, with Bobby Darrow,
it is greed.

Greed is it.
We're going to use that

to bring down
not only Bobby Darrow

and Scalise
but also Hans and Siedrich.

Uh, we're gonna...

we're gonna bring
them all to justice.

How's that?

Okay,
here's what we're going to do.

Greetings.

Hey, how are you doing there?

Do I have the pleasure
of addressing Mr. Brinkman

- or Mr. Dress?
- No, I'm John Brinkman, sir.

- How can I help you?
- Well, my name's Harry Nyte.

I'm a private detective
and I understand

recently you had visitations
for a guy by the name of

"Frankie the Snitch"

Frankie the Snitch?
I don't think so.

The only male we've had recently
was a Francis Clary McCain.

That's who I said,
Frankie the Snitch.

Oh, yeah. Dumb me.
I should have known.

Anyway, anyway.
I'm just curious.

Yeah, what kind of crowd
did he draw?

How many people came to visit
to pay their respects?

Only one.
A very nervous young girl.

In fact, she even brought him
his burial suit.

Oh, but her name,
her address? Anything you got.

Well, the register book
is right over here.

You'll have to go back
a few pages.

Okay, thank you.

Mr. Brinkman,
thank you very much.

- You've been a big help.
- You're very welcome.

Say, a man
in your profession,

you really should think
about pre-planning.

Oh, that's right.
As private detectives

because we're always
dodging bullets

and fighting the bad guys.

You watch too many
of those detective shows I bet.

Maybe I do.

I bet your favorite one
is Peter Gunn.

No, wrong. Johnny Staccato.

Johnny Staccato.
Well, at least he plays piano

on a jazz night club in between
battling the cauldrons.

Okay, I'll keep this in mind,
Mr. Brinkman. Thanks again.

Okay.

- Yes?
- Uh, excuse me.

Are you Amy Diehl?

Yeah, I'm Amy.

What are you another cop?

Well, sort of.
I'm a private one.

Don't matter, Mike Hammer.

I'm not telling you anything
I haven't already told

the police.

Well, listen kid. First off,
let's get something straight.

I'm not one of these
television private dicks

or a dime store novel detective.

My name is Harry Nyte
and I'm the real thing.

Oh, oh, I'm really impressed.

What the hell do you want?

Well, let's just say
I was a business acquaintance

of your former lover
Frankie the Snitch.

And I know he always carried
a black book around with him

in his suit coat.

Now, when the cops come in,
they didn't find anything

in his suit coat.
It was wrapped around you

when they walked in the bar.

So, are you saying
that I withheld information

- from the police?
- Uh, I'm not saying anything.

Listen, you're smart enough
to realize the cops

ain't going to shell out
any gators for that black book.

So, I think you got it.

And you're planning
on holding out

for the highest bidder,
and that's ok.

I wish you all the luck
in the world.

I just want to take
a quick peek inside.

Okay by you?

Well, a quick peek
would cost you money.

But then again,
I'm not really giving out peeks.

If you want the book,
you'll have to pay me

for the entire thing.

- Got it?
- I knew you'd be a hard case.

Alright, I'll give you
five bucks

Five bucks!

You better start
upping the ante.

Look, honey,
I'm not made of money.

I'll go with ten spot
and that stops.

Double or nothing.

Twenty freaking bucks!

I'm not buying
the high level bridge downtown.

- I'll tell you what.
- What?

You throw in an extra ten spot
and I'll make you feel

real good.

Oh!

Well, that might change
the situation a little.

I've been under
a slot of stress lately and...

the rest and relaxation
you're offering

just might do the trick.

No pun intended.

Alright, Amy.

You got a deal.

Alright, listen.

The name of Walter
"The Wizard" Schelnick

better be in that black book,
or this deal is off, you got it?

Okay.

Now, come on in
and I'll take you on a trip

- around the world
- Let's let the tour begin.

This is Walter. Can I help you?

Yeah, you can help.

This is your old pal
Harry Nyte, remember?

Harry Nyte!

You really are a good detective
tracing down this number

to my new employer.

But you make it sound
like I'm a criminal.

Hey, who are
you trying to kid my friend?

You're the underworld's
favorite forger.

What do you need Mr. Nyte?

Three passports.
One for myself

and two associates
under assumed names.

Oh, and this is under the hat.
You got that Mr. Wizard?

Okay, I'll be glad to help you,
but it's going to cost you

1500 for all three.

Fifteen hundred clam!
You freaking bandit!

Well, alright, alright.
We'll pay the tariff.

Be here at my place tonight.

I need to take your pictures
and the passports will be ready

the next day.

Is that soon enough
for you, Mr. Nyte?

They don't call you
Walter the Wizard for nothing.

Okay, my friend.
I'll phone my associates

and you can expect us tonight.

So, get that camera ready.

Asshole.

Hello, this is Harry Nyte.

Oh, Mr. Nyte, I'm so glad
I caught you in.

I've made
an interesting discovery.

Further investigation
into the secret room

enabled me to unfold
yet another hidden panel

on the wall.

Well, it contain the dairy
of Helmut Wiedemann.

among other things.

And in the dairy he talks about
the three paintings.

And just what did he
have to say about them?

The really are
famous works of art.

Painted my Van Gogh,
Picasso and Renoir.

I mean, can you imagine that?

Well, no wonder
that Henry Clinger

wanted those landscape so badly.

The originals were painted over
by local German artist.

Well, I say about 1943.

Well, there're painted
that would make them worthless.

Well, what should we do?

I'm going to call the police.

No, no, no, no, don't do that.

Look, I told you
there was something fishy

about that guy
and working up an investigation.

This info was priceless,
but please leave the police

out of this,
at least until my investigation

is over, okay professor?

Well, alright.
Well, if you're onto something

alright.

I'll keep quite
until you tell me do otherwise.

Thank you.
Thank you, professor.

Look, give me a couple of days,
and I'll phone you and explain

my findings
on this Henry Clinger.

Thank you.
Thank you, professor.

Yeah, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Fretz?

The phone.

This is Henry.

Well, it's me.
Hey, we got trouble pal.

Prof. Gershon found a diary
written by Helmut Wiedemann

exposing all the going
under the castle--

- Mr. Nyte--
- painting of a masterwork.

- Mr. Nyte--
- Look, I was able to stall him

- from the cops. Maybe--
- Mr. Nyte!

What?

Harry.

You worry too much. Relax.
Relax, my friend.

Don't worry.
I'll handle the problem.

But... just leave everything
to me, alright?

Okay.

If you want a word,
there's no sweat off my brow.

Hey, I'm going
to get cleaned up.

Yeah, I think I'll get
a new suit, new shirt,

new tie. Hey--

We got a call
from Dorothy Fulham

this afternoon.

Really?

She wanted to know
if you'd free this Thursday

to appear on the 1 o'clock club,
you know.

I think she has to
every single day.

Huh, I don't think
I can do that.

But, that's
you can't do the show at all,

or you just can't do it
on Thursday?

Not this Thursday.

Well, I can tell--
How did you get in here?

Where's Jarvis?

He's resting peacefully.

The time has come
gentlemen for...

Stefan and myself
to reveal our true identities.

Much like that television
game show To Tell the Truth,

although Bud Collyer
will not be joining us as MC.

Why?

Why gentlemen
did you have to discover

that damn diary
from Helmut Wiedemann?

Naughty boys.

Siedrich, teach
these naughty boys a lesson.

Gentlemen, I dearly hope
you have enjoyed yourself.

Bid you a... farewell.

Up.

Up.

Shit!

Well, well, well.

Another one
of Harry Nyte's associates.

Now you do have the money
for the passports, don't you?

Count it.

I insist.

You bet I will.

You take a look at these.

Your photo came out
exceptionally well,

you hepcat.

Sorry my friend.

Must tie up loose ends.

American weapons!

Oh, yes.

Oh, that stack
will do me nicely.

Oh, come on,
it's not that bad.

So sorry my friend.

I hope you don't mind.
My gun jammed.

But don't lose your head
over it.

Mr. Darrow,
Nimbles and I

would be absolutely thrilled
and honored to join you

at the Theatrical Grill.

Well.

Well, it's about time
he starts to show

a little respect.

Come on, let's go.
I got to see Stan Getz.

Hey, boss, remember,
seize the day.

You know, Mr. Darrow,
I hear that Stan Getz,

hits all the right notes
on the tenor saxophone.

So when did you learn
how to learn appreciate music?

Actually, I don't appreciate
music at all.

But I do know another guy
who hits all the right notes

with his 38 caliber revolver.

- And he plays solo too.
- Nacky! Now's the time.

Hey, boss.
I have always been loyal to you

and always will be.

And by the way,

Abe Pannell gave Scalise
the okay.

Well, Nacky, we'll deal
with Abe Pannell later.

But right now, go around back
ang get me another car

so I don't miss the show.

And then go back inside
and get rid

of that piece of garbage.

Okay, boss.

Four aces.

You lousy prick.
You win the next time,

I'm gonna cut your dick off.

Regards from Bobby.

Oh, my Lord!

Yes?

Let me speak to Bobby.

This is Bobby.

Alright, alright.
Quit kidding around.

This is Bobby.
Now what the hell do you want?

Okay, if you're Bobby,
and you've either been kicked

in the golden age,
or you had one of those

Christine Jorgensen
sex change operation.

Hey, wait a minute.
This is Bobby.

Bobby Lyn Skeets,
Bobby Darrow's girlfriend.

Oh, Bobby Lyn Skeets.
How sweet!

I can hear him
coming out of the shower now.

Who should I say is calling?

Tell him it's the gumshoe
he still loves to hate.

Hon, the phone's for you.

Some gummy bear. I don't know.

Hello, this is Mr. Darrow.

Who the hell is this?

Bobby Darrow, it's been years.

But you leave such an impression
on people.

It's hard to forget you.

It's Harry Nyte the gumshoe.

Oh, my God!

You're still doing
that shameless routine?

You're just a piece of shit
that won't evaporate.

Yes, Mr. D.
And I'm also a piece of shit

that you don't want
to step into.

You know,
you make me laugh, gumshoe.

Still trying to play
that old time tough guy.

This is 1961,
and things have changed.

What the hell
you want to talk about to me?

Do you recall a character
back in 1944

named Hans Kesserling?

Yeah, what about him?

That Nazi bastard and his pal
were killed in a train crash

about... 16 years ago.

Not so.

Both them made a break
after the crash

and they've been laying low
all these years until now.

Stop beating around the bush.

What the hell's on your mind?

Remember how Franklin Castle
was a resting place

for Nazi spies
and also a storage house

for stolen art work,
you know, back in the 40's?

Well, the new owner
Peter Falkner had an auction

recently. I'm sure you heard.
An odd auction.

But this mysterious gentleman

shows up
and makes an obscure bid

of two G's for three
insignificant landscapes.

- And he won.
- Let me guess.

The asshole that bought
those paintings

was Hans the kraut.

Yes, Henry Clinger
is Hans Kesserling.

And he's back in town
with Siedrich Kohlmann.

That kraut caused me
a lot of money

when that atom bomb deal
fell through.

Those three worthless paintings
he purchased,

they have something underneath.

Like, three priceless
works of art.

Hey, these are worth millions.

Alright.

Alright.

That's what I like to hear.

But what's your angle?

Hey, look Bobby,
I'm no kid anymore.

I don't have the moxie
to go against the Nazi

but you do.

I'll tell you what,
for a fee of $500,

I'll give you the lowdown
of where that son of a bitch

is staying.

All you have to do is
take one of your boys,

bust in, and grab what he has.

I like
what you're saying, Mr. Nyte.

The 500 is yours.

But the information
better be on the level.

I got it.

Will you sit down.
I said I got it.

- Hello.
- It's Harry.

Our boy Bobby Darrow,
he went for it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

As I suspected, Mr. Nyte.

Good.

Okay, fill me in
when you have all the details.

- What's the plan?
- Harry and Mr. Ezzard

will be in the car watching
the Marlowe apartments.

I've arranged to use a flat
there on the top floor.

Well, Ezzard,
I don't like to cut my chickens

before they hatch,
but we have succeeded

in getting Bobby Darrow
and Nacky Gant

rushing to
the Marlowe apartments.

Buy one box
of 38 caliber blank ammo.

Blanks? What the hell for?

Oh, it's just
a whimsical fault of mine.

Something to toy
with our American friends.

Yeah.

- All the rats in one cage.
- You got it.

At the appropriate time,
you will exchange

live ammunition
for the blank cartridges.

Oh, Siedrich, I do indeed
have such fun instore

for our friends.

But Ezzard.

I don't know. This whole plan
could blow up in our faces.

I don't know, Harry.

It's a win-win situation.

With Scalise out of the way,
and Bobby D and his new crew

in the same room with us,

oh hell,
that apartment will explode!

Siedrich, Siedrich,
soon we will be out

of this God forsaken country
and I will be so rich.

Oh! So now you will be rich?

Have you forgotten about me?

Siedrich!

I apologize my friend.

It was just
a slip of the tongue.

Of course, I mean,
we will be wealthy

beyond our dreams, absolutely.

Come on, Harry.
Let's drive now to the Marlowe

and watch the fireworks.
Sounds good. Let's go.

It is the first thing
Harry has ever done wrong

in his miserable life
and it will haunt him forever.

He just hasn't realized
that yet.

Hey, Bobby.

Why'd you have me
borrow my brother's car?

We could be driving those saber
or your Fleetwood caddy.

This is embarrassing.

Oh, man! It's Nacky Gant
and Bobby D.

Nacky.

Let me ask you something.

What are we doing here?

Simple. We're going to kill
a couple of Nazi's,

- and steal some artwork.
- Right.

So how would it look
if we step up with a car

that stands out
like a sore thumb?

- Get it?
- Got it.

Good.

Boss, you're always
one step ahead.

That's why I'm the boss.

Okay, let's get this over with.

- Shall we?
- We shall.

Okay, Mr. Gant,
are you ready to meet

our fugitive friends?

- I'm right here, boss.
- Me too.

Oh, this is going to fun.

You know, they're never
going to expect us.

Come on, let's go.

Okay, Ezzard, I'm going in,
but here's the thing,

I'm going to need 20 minutes.

Now listen, if I'm not up
by that time,

come running up with your gun
and kick the door down

if you have to,
but I need 20 minutes.

I don't care what you hear,
see, or whatever.

Give me 20 minutes, alright?

Alright, Harry. It's your party.

It's against
my better judgement,

but if you need 20 minutes,

- I'll give you that time.
- Okay, I appreciate it buddy.

- Wish me luck.
- Hey, Harry.

- What? What?
- I wish you luck.

Oh, you're a funny guy.

Hands up!

What's all this kinder spill?

Gentlemen, please,
release Mrs. Shiva and her son

at once.

Thank you.

Now, this way gentlemen, please.

I insist.

Hands up!

Welcome gentlemen.

We've been expecting you.

Please go inside.
Make yourself comfortable.

And I will deal
with the distraught tenant.

Who the hell are you?
And who are those thugs?

And where is Louis Hersh?

He disappeared days ago
and how you occupy

- his apartment?
- Mrs. Shiva.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Mr. Hersh's cousin,
Herald Kiser.

He doesn't have a cousin.

He doesn't have, oh.

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Shiva.

I'm not surprised
you think that.

Always with the lies, Louise's.

- Don't you come any closer.
- Please.

Let me explain.

As I said, Louise is my cousin.

But he's also
the degenerate gambler.

In fact, that scruffy rabble
that went into the apartment,

they're gamblers as well.

And they're here
to collect a debt.

I told Louise
being the weakling that he is,

take a vacation,
go visit a friend, something.

Just leave.

And I will occupy his apartment,
deal with the gamblers myself

when they arrive.

Now, don't you think
that is noble of me Mrs. Shiva?

- Mom, he seems okay to me.
- Jacob...

it's for me to determine.

Guns and gambling
in my building.

I won't stand for it.

No, son.

You let mother handle this.

I'm going to call the police.

My dear lady.

My dear. Literally.

You fucking Jew.

Now, to the left!

Put your guns down
on the table.

Now, take your top coats off
and throw them on the floor.

Good boys.

Now, take off your jackets.

You American gangsters
have a fondness

for your shoulder holsters.

I must be certain.

Do it now.

Sit.

Keep your hands
to your side.

So, uh, you and Hans
planning on selling

this art work overseas, huh?

What's your cut?

We are equal partners
is it's any concern of yours.

You think that slick
son of a bitch

is going to split
any of the gears

with the likes of you?

Come on, Siedrich.

You know you're just his stooge.

He's just using you now.

I guarantee you,
after the sale,

your days are numbered.

Shut up!

You're only saying that
because of the position

you're in now.

Hans and I
are the remaining seed

of a master race.

- We would die for each other.
- Maybe you for him.

But not the other way around.

Just...

just remember what we said.

So, where were we?

Oh, excuse me gentlemen.

Do you really think
that crazy son of a bitch

is going to split
millions of dollars with you?

Quiet! Or I'll cut both of you.

So?

Did you really think
that you can just come up here

and take these master works
from me?

You can't even make an attempt
to buy them.

Oh.

I would really love to know
who tipped you off

to my newly
acquired possessions.

Does it
really matter now, does it?

The only thing on my mind
is how rich I'm going to be

when these paintings
are sold in Switzerland.

You mean...

How rich the both
of you are going to be?

Of course.

It was just a figure of speech.
Don't change the subject.

Siedrich, get those weapons
out of my sight.

Take them into the kitchen.

And stop speaking German.

Yes, my master.

So, now it's time to change
the real to the fake.

Hans, Hans, Hans,
you nasty devil.

Alright, main hair.

What are you planning
on doing with us?

Oh, that is
an excellent question, Mr. Gant.

Well, if it isn't a Harry Nyte.

Join us.

Oh.

My, my, my!

Well, if it isn't my old nemesis
Mr. Harry Nyte.

Oh please, join us.

Yes, Siedrich,
take that into the kitchen

with the others.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Here we go.

Well, isn't this nice?

What a lovely party
this has turned out to be.

Well, it's obvious now
who informed you about the art,

and my whereabouts.
Oh, I beg your pardon.

Our whereabouts,
isn't that right gentlemen?

Be careful with what you say.

Never know who's listening.

Hey, I'm sorry Bobby.

I really thought
you'd get the drop

on these two guys.

No.

Do you know that he was
expecting us?

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
it doesn't matter who said

what to who.

What matters now
is we're all together.

So let's just try to make
the best of it, shall we?

So, what're you going to do now
butcher boy?

You're going to kill us all?

Ah!

But seeing
that I'm sporting man,

how about we all play
a little game?

A little game, huh?

How about
the shoots and ladders?

Monopoly? Mini Park's easy.

Siedrich.

Bring the guns back in.

Oh, much better, Mr. Gant.
Much, much better.

What do you want with these?

Give them back.

Now,
you got my curiosity aroused.

This my friends
will be a game of

winner take all.

Oh, it's a simple game
gentlemen. We all have a weapon

at the ready.

Next.

I will engage this timer.

And then we place our hands
at our sides.

When the timer goes off...

Well...

last one left alive
wins the artwork.

What about Elmer Fudd
over there?

Oh, he'll do as he's told.

Um, Siedrich, if by chance
any of these men shall kill me,

give it to them.
Do you understand?

Yes, yes, I understand.

Like we can really
trust that guy.

Well, I'm sorry boys.
It's the only game in town.

So, shall we play?

If it's the only way
to put a few slugs in this guy,

then let's do it.

Charming.

Who's the fool now, Harry?

What the hell did you do?

All the plans.
You ruined everything.

I've ruined nothing,
my meddling friend.

No more kissing the ass
of this condescending prick.

All his snapping his fingers,
Siedrich do this,

Siedrich do that
like I'm some kind of

fucking puppy.

But why did you put blanks
in my gun?

I Guess I'm not as dumb
as you thought Harry.

I knew the gangsters
will be blasting at Hans.

But you, I thought
that you would attempt

to kill me, so only two
would share the wealth.

Ah, you stupid Shylock.
I fooled everyone.

Yeah,
you're one surprisingly

smart son of a bitch.

I suppose you wish me alive
just to gloat over this moment,

huh?

You're so right, asshole.

But now
it's time for you to join

your friends.

So sorry.

Hans, what the hell man!
What the hell!

Siedrich.

He betrayed me.

Why?

- I would have never cut him out.
- Okay, okay, it's alright.

He was my friend.
My loyal friend.

Breathe easy.
Breathe easy.

Listen, tell me please,
where is the real artwork?

- The artwork?
- Suitcase.

- Brown suitcase. I don't know.
- Okay, hang in there.

Hang in there.
I'll be right back.

Hang in there.

Alright.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Mother.

Hans, Hans,
please, please don't die.

Don't die my friend.

The suitcase is empty.
There's nothing in there.

Please tell me
where the artwork is.

Please don't die.

The artwork is...

Don't die like those pigs.

- Tell me.
- It's...

It's in the...

Harry...

You must go.

- The art's...
- That's right.

- It's in the...
- Yeah.

- It's in?
- It's...

It's in? It's in?

It's in?

It's in?

It's in...

No.

No.

No.

Oh!

You're all a son of a bitch.

You...

You bastard!

You rotten son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Alright. The hell
with your 20 minutes Harry.

I'm coming in.

Oh, my God!

What the hell!

No doubt, it's the final goodbye
for these chumps.

Harry, are you okay?

Peachy keen.

Just... peachy keen.

Wow Harry!

You did it.

You got the Nazi's,

the hoods and the goods.

Don't count your chickens.

Take a good look
at those paintings.

Look at the backs...

Harry...

these are reproductions
from the Halle Brother company.

Two ninety nine. The price tags
are still on them.

What the hell is going on?
Where are the real ones?

The only two people
who know that

are right there.

What did you call this,
"The final goodbye"?

Alright, you can forget...

any rewards.
You can say goodbye to them too.

Oh hell!

Even without the goods,
you still got to have

a shootout
with two Nazi war criminals.

And you got Bobby Darrow
and Nacky Gant blasted away.

Cheer up man!
You're going to be a hero again.

Just like 1944.

Don't worry about it.
The paintings will turn up

- sooner or later.
- Listen, I know Hans Kesserling.

Those pictures are hidden away

where nobody's
going to find them.

No, it's over with.
It's all over.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Now, you got the real
lowdown on what happened

that night at 1961.

And sure the bullshit
I told the media stood up

just fine.

Even Ezzard never knew
the complete story.

And after all these years,
plus the $500 incentive,

you decided to come clean?

Well, Harry,
I don't mind telling you.

I'm quite disappointed
in your choice to team up

with Hans Kesserling.

The man who killed your partner.

And all for a lousy dollar.

Dave, I don't blame you.

It haunts me
every freaking day

of my miserable life.

I deserve to be miserable.

That's what happens
when you make a deal

with the devil. And Hans
was the devil incarnate.

Look, Harry.

I got enough here on tape.

Without a doubt we will run
a story at News 11

about the "Final goodbye."

And all your...

dastardly deeds.

Here you go.

Five hundred.

Keep it.

Keep it. I don't want to see
a penny of it.

Just recalling all this stuff
has made me feel like shit.

That's your choice, Harry.

Besides I really think
you could use the money.

What are you talking about?

This old flatty
ain't finished yet.

I'll have a client any day now.

Oh, yes. Your new
combination home office

will have them
lining up around the block.

It's been a very
interesting day, Harry.

Thank you.

- I'll be in touch.
- Thanks for coming by, Dave.

You're welcome.

Come on, Harry.
I know you're in there.

I saw that reporter leaving
in his TV truck.

- Open up!
- Oh, you Schneider, Schneider.

Let me guess.

You want to hire me for a job?

I wouldn't hire you
to walk my dog, you lousy bum.

If it ain't for a job,
what could you possibly want?

The last three months' rent.

You freaking deadbeat!

Deadbeat always pays his rent,

uh, eventually.

Look, I've got a client
coming in, really, honestly.

Got a client.

Uh, just give me until
the end of the week, okay?

Come on, what do you say?

You got three days, Harry.

Or I'll be here
with the authorities

to evict your ass.

Someday I just got to change
these surroundings.

Fourteen years I've lived here.

Other than this table,
everything is the same.

Same furniture. Same paintings.

Who am I kidding?
I can't even change

a damn thing.

All I can think about
day in and day out

is what happened
to those three paintings.

Where could
that Nazi bastard

have stashed them?

He just had to die.

Had to died
before he could tell me.

Damn it all!
Son of a bitch!

Oh, God!

Oh, who am I kidding?

Who am I kidding?
I just can't face this.

It's all over.

Hell with it.

Hell with it!

Oh!

I can't do it.

One...

What the hell just happened?