All language subtitles for Death Brings Roses

[melancholic folk music]

[foghorn bellows]

♪ Makin' the rounds
in New Orleans town ♪

♪ Livin' a big masquerade

♪ Movin' to the beat
of Bourbon Street ♪

♪ Changin' the
plans that we made ♪

♪ You never gave me roses

♪ But I never you let you go

♪ A mixed bouquet
was the only way ♪

♪ You'd let your feelings show

♪ I took what you
gave, hoping to save ♪

♪ The moments that I needed so

♪ But you never gave me roses

♪ Till love began to grow

- Laura, can I talk to
you for a minute, please?

- There's nothing
more to talk about.

- Look, I just want to have
the chance to explain to you-

- Explain what?

Look, all I want is honesty

and that's something you
don't know how to deal with

or even know about.
[doorbell chimes]

- Look, I'm talking about
something very important.

Can't we just sit down,

just the two of us and-
- May I help you, please?

- Yes, I'd like to see
something in a ring.

[upbeat music]

- [Chuck] Hey, you got
Max's money for me?

- Aw, Chuck, you know
she never leaves it.

She's waiting for you.

- [Chuck] Aw, Jesus.

Where the hell is she?
In her dressing room?

- In her dressing
room, in the back.

[Chuck sighs]

- You know damn well you're
supposed to have that money

ready and waiting for me
at the bar when I come in.

- But then I wouldn't
get to see you.

- Look, I got a
lotta stops to make.

I don't have time
to go fooling around

in the back of every French
Quarter joint that I walk into.

- Okay.

Hey, I'll buy a beer if you stay

and listen to my first song.

And I'll try to do
better next week.

- Do more than try.

I'll stay and
listen to you sing,

but when I come here next week

I expect that money
ready and waiting, okay?

- Maybe.

- [Emcee] Ladies and gents,

the sweetheart of
the French Quarter.

Welcome now: Megon McDonough!

[audience applauds]
[bittersweet folk music]

♪ Oh, my love, I

♪ I'm so lonely

♪ More than anyone
will ever know ♪

♪ This shattered heart is

♪ All in pieces

♪ And it's somethin'
I'm afraid to show ♪

♪ And livin' each day
just gets in my way ♪

♪ My thoughts are
all around you ♪

♪ I've got it so bad

♪ Feelin' so sad

♪ Knowin' that I
won't see you again ♪

♪ And if I could
only reach you ♪

♪ If we could only
talk one minute ♪

♪ Everything would be so easy

♪ We could start again

♪ If we could spend
one night together ♪

♪ I'd show you how
I feel about you ♪

♪ And if I could
only reach you ♪

♪ I would be a woman

♪ Stay beside you

♪ That's what I'd do

♪ Give you everything
I have to give ♪

♪ These days are too long

♪ This pain is too strong

♪ To be without you
is no way to live ♪

♪ So I dream every dream
that comes my way ♪

♪ And hope I'll
make it through ♪

♪ Still you're a part of

♪ The very heart of

♪ Every fantasy I
need to come true ♪

♪ And if I could
only reach you ♪

♪ If we could only
talk one minute ♪

♪ Everything would be so easy

♪ We could start again

♪ If we could spend
one night together ♪

♪ I'd show you how
I feel about you ♪

♪ And if I could
only reach you ♪

[soft piano music]

[traffic honks]

[upbeat funk music]

♪ Think positively

♪ 'Cause it's the
key to destiny ♪

- [Bartender] Same old
thing again tonight, kid?

- [Woman] Well, not
too much I hope.

Been doing a lot of convention
johns, you know, as usual.

- Well, if it ain't Rin Tin Tin

here to pick up
the money for Max.

- Same time every week. You
should know the routine by now.

- Don't they throw you
a bone if you're late?

How 'bout a beer?
- Nah, next week.

- [Man] Aw hell, man, you
know he's not supposed

to drink while he's working.

- Aw, thanks, Pops.
I'll remember that.

- You call what he does work?

You're outta your mind.

- Well, well, well. If it
isn't Charles the Famous.

What are you doing
here this evening?

- [Chuck] I have a message
for Max I'd like him to have

as soon as possible.

- Max is in the main
dining room with a friend.

Do you want to go to him?

- [Chuck] Oh, no, no.

Could you just send someone
maybe to tell him that I'm here?

- Of course. Susan,
put down the phone.

Go and tell Max that his man
wants to see him immediately.

- Yes, madame, right away.

[soft music]

Excuse me, missus.

Mr. Max?
- Yes?

- There's someone outside.
I think he's your associate.

- Oh, damn.

Thank you.
- Hurry back, Max.

You know the main
course is coming,

and I don't want it to get cold.

- Please excuse me, Janice.

You know I'll be back
just as soon as possible.

Yes, Chuck? What is it now?

- I thought you should
see this right away.

- Don't worry about
it. I'll handle it.

Go on, do what you were doing.

Madame.

- Just one more inmate
in a bust-out joint.

- Come on, lay off. I
think he's kinda cute.

Kinda makes me itch.

- The kinda itch
like you always got?

That you can't scratch?

- You're two of my
favorite bust-out ladies,

so don't push your luck.

- Bust-out ladies? Hell, I
thought they were hookers.

What does a bust-out
lady do that's different?

- In those beer-drinking
joints on Bourbon Street,

the doorman entices you in.

If the girls inside see you
have any ready cash at all,

the only way you'll get out
with it is if you bust out,

so they call 'em
bust-out joints.

Hooking's only a side line.

B-drinking and dancing?
It's a way of life.

- Sounds like one of
Max's expressions.

- I think it's an
old carnie term.

- What'll it be? Looks like
you've been at it pretty hard.

- What are you having?

- Pearl. Beer of
the Texas darlings.

- [chuckles] Okay. Give
me one of the same.

- All right, who's buying?

- I'll shoot you for it.

- Hell, if you shoot for
it we'll be here all night.

- Not all night. I go
to work in an hour.

[drunk slurring incoherently]

- Hey, you got a
tab. You got a tab.

[drunk slurring]
Just pay it back first.

- You got him. Hell, kick him!

[Fred grunts]

- Fred's in trouble.

- Hey!

Hey!

[barfly groans]

Son of a bitch!

- [Chuck] The cops!

- [Fred] Good work, fellas.
That was right on time.

- What you want to do with him?

- [Fred] I just want my
money from these guys.

- Okay.

Let's go. Let's go.

[siren wails]

[tires screech]

- [Dispatcher] 21, 52
your office, re your 909.

[sirens wailing]

21.

USL 21.

[siren wails]

- Deja vu, huh?
- Yeah?

More like instant replay.

When I saw you swing at
that old baldheaded man

with that cue stick,

I thought it was Covington,
Kentucky all over again.

- Yeah, that fight
with the pool hustlers?

I got the same flash.

That's why I lowered
the blow to the neck

instead of the head.

Yeah, I remember it well.
- Yeah?

Well, I remember that
newspaper headline:

"Two suspects wanted
for manslaughter."

- Suspects? Hell, that was us.

You're right. Instant replay.

- Listen, you gotta learn to
control that temper of yours.

We got lucky this time.
We walked away from that.

Next time we might
not be so fortunate.

Listen, I gotta go check
in with Max, all right?

- I'll see ya.

- Good morning,
honey. How ya doin'?

- I'm doing just
great. How 'bout you?

- Wonderful. Can't complain.

By the way, Max wants
to see you this morning.

Max?

Chuck's here.

Yeah, I know.

All right.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- You know,

I'm still waiting
for a call, honey.

- Aw, sweetie. You're
too nice to me.

- Ha.

- Hello, Chuck. How's
it been going this week?

- Nothing unusual.

I made all the normal pickups.
Everybody's totally paid up.

The only problem I'm
having is with those broads

over at the Mardi Gras Lounge.

- I have been waiting,

and I've been patient long
enough with those people.

I want you to go there tonight

and collect all of
our back monies.

That's four weeks' worth of
commissions from those ladies.

Here are the new contracts.
Make sure they sign them.

- Yes, sir. Take care
of it right away.

- And do it very
efficiently, I hope!

- Absolutely.

Anything else you want
me to take care of?

- Yes. I want you come
here early tomorrow.

Say about 10.

I have something very
important to talk to you about.

- Nothing wrong, I hope.

- [chuckles] Nothing that
won't keep until tomorrow.

[upbeat disco music]

- So you got yourself
another live one, huh, baby?

- Hello, Sid.

I'm having a little trouble
collecting the commission

from those girls
that we sent you.

- I hear that.

But I knew you'd be by
to take care of things.

Listen, I don't have to say it,

but I want you to
know without asking.

Without Max, I can't get
any decent girls in here.

I don't think 10%
is asking too much.

- Well, I'm glad
you feel that way.

Do you mind if I
have a little talk

with the girls in
their back room?

- I wouldn't have
it any other way.

- We don't want
what you're sellin',

so why don't you get
the hell outta here?

- You seem to think
that you got a choice.

[girl yelps]

- Wait a minute.

- [screams] What do
you think you're doing?

- The contract is up.

If you want the money
you'll have to take it.

- Okay, Patti. If that's
the way you want it.

[Patti yelps]
- You son of a bitch!

- Wait a minute!

Okay, okay!

We'll sign the contract.

- And sign the
contract right now!

Come on. Get up.
- Come on.

- Just happen to
have it right here.

Sign it.

Come on. [clapping] Hurry up.

Sign it right there.

- Hear they had a little
change of heart back there.

- I persuaded them
to see it my way.

While I'm here I'd
like to pick up

the money that you owe Max.

- Oh, I anticipated
something like that.

I've got it right here. Sam?

I've got it right here.

Here you go. Paid
till next Friday.

- Business as usual.
- You got it.

- Thank you very much, Sid.

- Okay, Chuck. I'll
see you next week, huh?

[bell rings]

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

- Hi, Laura.

I see it's closing
time again, huh?

Why don't you come
have a drink with me?

- I'm sorry, Chuck,
but I've worked so hard

and I'm very tired.

- Aw, come on now, Laura.

Nice cool drink on
a hot afternoon.

Be just what you need.

- Okay, maybe just one.

- Okay. Lets' go.

[soft music]

- Hi. Can I get
you folks a drink?

- Yes, I'll have a Rum and Coke.

- Jack Daniels and Coke for me.

- All right.
- Thanks.

You don't really
care for me, do you?

You just kinda tolerate me.

- It's not you. It's
the work that you do.

Mr. Tough Guy. What is that?

That's not you, Chuck.

Why don't you make
something of your life?

- Why is it that you
don't like what I do?

- It's Max.

He has his fingers in
everyone's pie, including yours.

- Look, I don't know
anything about Max's affairs.

The only thing I
know is he pays me,

I respect him, and I trust him.

- So you like to live
in a mystery world, huh?

One minute you're in the cloud,

and the next second
you're on the spot.

- Honey, I don't see what
this has to do with you and I.

- Oh, really?

Well, that's just great.

Goodnight.
- No. Laura, wait a minute.

Laura! Laura!

Laura, wait a minute!

I'm sorry!

Jesus.

- $10, please.

- Thanks.

- Hello, love. You
look lonely tonight.

- So? What's it to you?

- I've been waiting for
you for a long time.

When are you gonna tell me
that you're ready for me?

- I'm ready.

How about right now?

- That's wonderful.

You are in for the
treat of your life.

Come on, let's go.

[entrancing music]

[sultry funk music]

♪ I was made for love

♪ Oh, I need your love

♪ I was made for you

♪ I was made for love

♪ Oh, I was made, I was
made for love, yeah ♪

♪ Nobody but you

♪ I was made for love

♪ Oh, I need, I need to love

- [sighs] Chuck.

You really have a problem.

You don't make love. You...

You just have sex.

- Why do you say that?
This was your idea.

- If I would've turned a trick,

at least I would've gotten
something out of it.

Money, anyway.

When you make love it's
like going to the toilet.

No emotion, no feeling,

no nothing.

- Okay, okay! Shut up!

I'm leaving.

- No matter what
the hell you say,

I'm not gonna send
you any people.

That's right. No people.

No strippers, no
mixers, no musicians,

no stand-up comics, no nothing.

Unless I receive in cash...

That's right. Cash.

The $4,200 that you owe
me from the past week.

If I get it this afternoon,

your people will be on their
way tonight to make your show.

If I don't get the
money this afternoon,

my people will be on their
way to break up your place.

Hi, Chuck.

Done all the things
I asked you to do?

- I got every cent
that they owed us,

plus all those girls
signed the new contracts.

They didn't want to give
me the money at first,

but I was very persuasive.

It's all right there.

- Yes, I know. Sit down, Chuck.

It's always there. Always.

That's why I got you
here so early today.

You've been with me
now, let's see, uh...

Over two years.

Two years, and you
never stole one nickel.

How much am I paying you now?

- 425 a week.

Plus my car and my credit
cards and all my expenses.

- From now on, that's
all going to change.

From now on,

it's gonna be you
and me, baby, 50-50.

- 50-50?

You mean we're gonna
split half and half?

- That's right. You're
gonna be a full partner.

Right down the middle.

- Oh my god. You
gotta be kidding me!

- Chuck, you've been
like a son to me,

as well as a trusted friend.

That's all a man really
needs in a partner.

So from now on, it's us.

- You know there isn't
anything in the world

I wouldn't do for you, Max.

- Well, here, you can
start with that. Take it.

I'm gonna arrange a
weekly door for you

for a thousand bucks,

and anything else we'll split
up at the end of the month.

And you'll have to go out,

get somebody on the street
to make the collections.

You're gonna be in the
office here with me.

In other words, you're
gonna be replaced.

- In other words,
you mean I gotta find

someone to do my job.

And if he steals anything
it comes out of my end, huh?

- You catch on real quick.

Son.

[Chuck laughs]

- Partners?
- Partners.

[lively piano music]

- How you doing
tonight, tough guy?

- Well, I haven't evicted
any widows or orphans yet.

- Yes, but you would
if Max told you to.

As a matter of fact, you'd
do anything Max told you.

Or would you?

- Girl, when I was a kid,

I used to believe in Santa
Claus and the Tooth Fairy

and good over bad.

And then I found out that
you got very few friends.

People who you
trust and respect,

and people who trust you.

And Max is my friend.

Just like you, honey.

[lively piano music]

- Oh, you're up
bright and early.

What's the new suit? New look?

What's the big occasion?

- Just got promoted. I'm
a rich man overnight.

I'm Max's partner now.

- You're kiddin'.
How did you do that?

You, uh, find a body?

- Remember when we
first came here?

We said that if we
ever made anything,

we'd take the other one along?

- Okay, I'll keep my
word. I make 200 a week.

You wash the dishes,
we'll split it 50-50.

- No. Look, I'm serious.

You think you could straighten
up? Maybe work every day?

Maybe, uh, become
a man of means?

- What, leave this fun-packed
job and my loving boss

to go work in a
theatrical agency?

When do I start?
- Right now.

Soon as you tell this
guy you're leaving.

- Okay. I'm gonna tell this guy
where he can stick this job.

- No, now look. Do
it legitimately.

Nicely. Call him over here
now and let's tell him.

- Hey, Mr. Anderson.

Can you come here a minute?

- Now what the
hell's the matter?

- Mr. Anderson?

I want to hire away
your bartender here

and take him to work
with Max and myself.

- When do you want him?

- Right now, soon as possible.

- How 'bout tomorrow?

Let him finish his shift.

- Okay.

- This is great for
you. Don't blow it.

- Don't you think
it's about time?

- Well, now that you've got
your name out on the sign,

I guess you want me
to call you "boss."

- Aw, hell.

I couldn't answer to anything
but "honey" from you.

Lots of happiness to you both.

- Well, we're gonna give
it one hell of a try.

- And you can go to hell too!

Now, this is the
way it's gonna be.

Chuck and I are partners,

and you are our
new star employee.

You've got the most
important job in the company.

It's gonna be your job

to make sure that everybody
gets to work on time,

straight, not drunk,
not high on anything,

and they do their job.

And then you go out and collect,

both from the clients
and the employees.

- And if any cash
ends up missing,

it comes out of my pocket.

- Okay, okay. I got the picture.

You can depend on me.

- So you two have been
together all this time?

- Yeah, through thick and thin.

- And I may add,

my years were a little
thinner than Chuck's.

- You stuck together
after that big fight

at the gambling
house in Kentucky?

The way I got it, there
was a crooked card game.

There was a fight.

A man was killed by accident.

There were two warrants
out on these two guys.

Here's a little
present for you two.

Now you can stop worrying.

You can stop looking
over your shoulders.

- You son of a bitch.

You knew all along.

- I have friends, Chuck.

I have a lot of friends
and I demand respect

from people in high places.

I traded off.

Your forgiveness...

For some favors, for
what they want badly.

- What can I say? Uh...

Thank you, Max. I
really appreciate it.

- Oh no, Al. You're not
gonna get off that easily.

You owe me.

And remember,

when the time comes for
me to collect, you owe me.

Now go on to work.

My partner and I are
going to have lunch.

[crowd chattering]

- Would you like to
buy some flowers, sir?

- Yes, I would, but I just
don't know which kind to buy.

- Who are they for?

- For a lady friend of mine.

A very special friend.

Do you have any
roses by any chance?

- Well, roses are for
complete commitment.

I'd suggest a lover's bouquet.

- Okay.

Is that enough?

- That'll do.

[knock at door]
- Laura, it's Chuck.

I need to talk to you.

- We've already discussed
everything, Chuck.

- Everything's changed. Look,
you said you wanted honesty.

Well, I'm here to
be honest. Now...

Can I come in, please?

- Those are nice.

Okay, but not for long.

I think I'll put these
into water, Chuck.

- Okay.

- Al and I got into
a lot of trouble.

- Well, let's sit down.

- We got in a fight in Kentucky,

and we accidentally
killed a man.

I don't know how
it happened. It...

It all just happened so fast.

We got in a fight with this guy

and before I knew what was
happening, he was dead.

- So what does that
have to do with me?

- Well, it's finished now.

Max made me his partner.

While he was checking
into my background,

he found out about it.

And he fixed it. He got
rid of my police record.

- So no wonder you've been
running around, hiding.

Chuck, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize.

- I'm gonna change.

I know you think I'm no good,
but I'm really gonna change.

Laura, I gotta make you
understand how I feel about you.

How I really, honestly feel.

I want you like I've never
wanted anyone before.

[sentimental music]

[birds singing]

Laura, I want you to meet my
best friend in the whole world

and my old traveling partner.

You're never gonna
believe this, Al,

but this is the girl I've been
waiting my whole life for.

- Well, I didn't think
this day would ever come.

Looks like the big
search finally paid off.

- Thank God. I was
getting tired of looking.

- Does this mean that you're
really gonna tie the knot,

or you just want to
borrow my apartment again?

- Oh, no. We're
both very serious.

This is the real thing.

- That's the way it is.

- Before I run down
and buy some rice,

how 'bout a little celebration
with some champagne, huh?

On me.

Hey, Susie!

Your best champagne.

- This must be a
special occasion.

- Their new love.
Our new freedom.

- Well, this is a toast
for the three of us.

Al, I know that we're going
to be very good friends,

and two, because Chuck and
I are engaged to be married.

- I'll drink to that.

- All for one and one for all.

- To loyalty.

[soft music]

[birds singing]

- Max!

You son of a bitch. I've
got something for you.

[Max groans]

[siren wails]

[siren wails]

- What?

Can't believe that.

No, no, no, don't worry about
it. I'll take care of it.

Yeah, I'll take care
of it right away.

All right.

Baby.

Gotta get ahold of Chuck.

Tell him that Max
has just been killed

in front of his place.

Do it now.
- Okay.

Chuck, I've been looking
for you all over.

Sid sent me. Something
terrible's happened.

Max has been shot in
front of the office.

- No! You gotta be kidding me!

- I'm not kidding. He
was killed this morning.

- I don't believe it.

Thanks for telling
me. Gotta go, see you.

- Hello.

- Well, well. What can
I do for you gentlemen?

- Well, that's
your first mistake.

We're the police.

- I knew that. I was
just trying to be nice.

- [chuckles] We're
looking for Chuck Watts.

- Well, you don't
have to wait long.

He should be coming through
the door any minute.

[door opens]

- You Charles Watts?

- Yeah. I'm Chuck Watts.

Who wants to know?

- Well, I'm Sergeant Hebert,

and this is my boss,
Lieutenant Harrigan, NOPD.

- Is there somewhere
we can go talk?

- I prefer to talk right here.

- Have it your way.

We found your boss,
uh, your partner,

shot to death out in front
of the office this morning.

- Do you know why? Or...

Who would want to do that?

- Well, that's why we
wanted to talk to you.

- We found instructions on the
body and we called a lawyer.

The lawyer took the
body to the crematorium

a couple hours ago.

- We don't know who or what for.

All we know is that he
was shot at close range

with a large-caliber pistol.

I think it was a hit.

- I don't think
so. Too haphazard.

Pro wouldn't have
done it that way.

You don't know much about Max,

but you're fixin' to learn
a whole lot real quick.

- And I don't know whether you
had anything to do with this,

but I am gonna find out.

When I do, I'll
let you know, okay?

Just don't leave town.

- Your girl's got
my name and number.

Call me if you hear anything.

Okay?

- I'm Chuck Watts.

- Ron Levy. Have
a seat, Mr. Watts.

- Thank you.

- Well, we finally meet.

My father, now deceased,

and Max were close friends
and were associates.

Max was a very thorough man

and there were provisions made
in the event of his death.

This sealed envelope
contains the information

to Max's estate, and
that's all I know.

- That's all you know, huh?

- That's all I want to know.

- Were you the one who
had Max's body cremated?

- That was Max's wish.

- I see.

- Good luck.

- Well, thank you.

[foghorn bellows]

- Good morning. Nice
to finally meet you.

- Get on with it.

- Well, my people are
interested in Max,

your former employer.

Partner.

Ah, pity about poor Max.

Well, we're very interested

in the information he
acquired over the years,

and we understand,
fortunate young man,

that you have accumulated this.

We are interested
in your cooperation.

- And just who are
you and your people?

- Well, on the other side of
the ocean, they're the law.

Interpol.

- So what?

- Well, I've been instructed
to ask for your cooperation

in limiting the traffic
in this commodity.

- What exactly do
you want from me?

- Well, the information.

I understand you are having
a lot of other offers,

and we'd like to
enter the bidding.

Perhaps more gently.

And of course, there
would be compensations.

- That's the fifth offer
of compensation I've had,

so I'll just think about it.

- Oh, please do. But
not for too long.

Time is of the essence.

- We know what you have.

I am to make you a cash offer,

a partnership arrangement,

for the information and
services you can supply us.

- I'm not supplying you
with a goddamn thing.

- Maybe you'd better reconsider.

Your life depends on it.

- As far as I'm concerned,

you can take your offer
and shove it up your ass.

- I can have you
killed any time.

Maybe I'll show you.

- Go get stuffed.

All right, send them in.

- You know why we're here.

- I know who you
are. Please sit down.

- I'm Forbes, with the
FBI. Agent Crawford.

We've been told by Mr. Levy
that you're the sole heir

of all of Mr. Max's
worldly possessions.

- Yes, that's true.

- I think we should
read you your rights.

- I know my rights.

Just quit beating
around the bush

and tell me what it is you want.

- We've also been informed
that you're unaware

of the kind of operation he's
been running from this city.

We've been after
him for 15 years.

- Somewhat
unsuccessfully, I see.

- That's not funny.

- Look, I don't know
what you're talking about

and I don't give a damn.

I'm not guilty of anything. I
haven't done anything wrong.

- Either you cooperate
with us, or the big family.

You know who the big family is.

- Yeah, the mafia.

But I don't know anyone
or anything in it.

- You think about it.

It's time for you
to pick and choose.

If you pick their
side, you lose.

Because we'll keep
after you forever,

and we won't stop
until we get you.

- I don't think we have
anything left to talk about.

- Hi, Chuck.
- Hello, Pam. How are you?

Listen, is Ted here?

- Yes, he is. Right
this way, please.

Ted?

- Hey, Mr. Watts.
- Hello, Ted.

Is Madame Germaine here?

- Yes sir, she is.

- I'd like to talk
to her for a minute.

Think she has some time?

- For you, sir, she
always has a minute.

- Good. Could you bring
her over here, please?

- Hello, hello, hello, hello!

What are you here for tonight?

Have you come for some food

or some of my
brilliant conversation?

- I know that I don't
have to tell you

about what happened to Max.

- No, no. Well, let's
don't talk about that.

It's too sad.

- Look, I need your help.
- My help?

- I know that Max used to come
in here with a blond girl.

A singer, I think.

- Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, they used to come
in here very often. Why?

- Well, I need to find that girl

and I know that you
can help me do it.

- Well, I don't think I could...

Yes.

Yes, perhaps I can.

She works at The Inn
on Bourbon Street.

- Inn on Bourbon Street?
- Yes. Do you know it?

- Listen, thank you. You've
been a big help to me.

- Oh, come on. Don't thank me.

I haven't done anything.

- Bye-bye.
- Goodbye.

♪ One of these mornings

♪ You're gonna rise up singing

♪ With Daddy and Mammy

♪ Standing by

[audience applauds]

- Hey, I'm busy right now.

- Look, Janice. I know that
you're aware of Max's death.

- Of course. Everybody
knows that Max is dead.

Killed. But as far as I'm
concerned, the past is dead.

I don't want to
be involved in it.

- Okay.

If that's the way
you feel about it.

Let's get outta here.

- So where was your
last gig, baby?

- Well, I did a
little work in Vegas,

but you know how hot
things can get over there.

- Yeah, tell me about it. It
gets like that around here.

Oh, look who's here.

- I want to see Chuck.

- Well, he was
here a minute ago.

- I brought this file

so you can see what
Max has been up to.

At least what we're very
sure he's been doing.

Goes back 20 years.

Includes smuggling, hijacking,
white slavery, kidnapping.

- I don't want to see it and
I don't want to know about it.

- The reason we haven't
been able to catch him

is because he hasn't used money.

No money.

He trades people.

Women for narcotics.

There's no money
transferred. No payout.

- Look, I told you I don't want

anything to do with any of it,

so why don't you both
just get out of here?

- All right, we'll go,
but I want to warn you,

not just the big family,

but every two-bit
chiseler, every junkie,

every petty thief is
gonna be looking for you

because they want
the information that
Max left with you.

In other words,

every two-bit cheap-shot artist

is gonna want a piece of you,

and you're gonna need friends.

And give me a call.

I'll be waiting.

I want you to stick to
Chuck Watts like glue.

Where he goes, you go.

I don't want to find him

with a bellyful of
bullets like Max.

And I don't want one of
these punks around here

catching him by
himself and squeezing

the late Max's
information out of him.

You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, things seem
to be accelerating.

My people are getting
somewhat concerned.

How about a thatched cottage,

a numbered Swiss bank
account, and staying alive?

- Who the hell's that?

- This is one more bidder
in our domino pile.

- Well, we could always
make it a cottage for three.

We're quite broad-minded.

- Cottage for three?

- Well, it's better
than a coffin for three.

- I'm afraid we're not ready
for either one, thank you.

We need more time.

- Well, not too much. You
haven't too much of that left.

[smooth jazz music]

- You wanted to know
when he came in?

There he is.

- Come on and I'll
introduce you now.

- Hold it. Where are we going?

- Just two tables away.

I've told him you're coming.

- Don Vincenzo.
- Eh?

Oh.

- I want you to
meet Chuck Watts.

- Oh, Chuck.

Hello. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- What you say we go outside,
talk a little business,

you and me, huh?

Okay?
- Okay.

- Good. Go ahead,
after you, after you.

Sit down, sit down.

You know, Chuck,

that Max, he thought
a lot of you.

Took care of you. Left
you a lot of things.

Central American organization.

All the Italians, you know?

Far Eastern imports.

It's pretty good.
That's a good business.

You know, Max and me, you
know, we were partners.

- Look. I gotta make you
understand something.

I knew nothing
about any of this.

- No kiddin'?

You know, Max...

He and I, we had kind
of an understanding.

You know, business.

For keeping quiet and maybe
for a few little services.

We used to lay 55
grand a week on Max.

That's right.

Every week, son. Cash.

- And now you want to make the
same kind of a deal with me?

Is that it?

- Well, me make a deal
with you... [laughs]

Let me put it this way.

When I was a young man like
you, you know, I had no choice.

You couldn't quit if
you wanted to quit.

Now, you know, it's different
nowadays. Times change.

Nice young man like
you, Max liked you...

I tell you what.

I got a proposition.

If you want to by my
partner, stick around,

you'll do all right, fine.

If not...

Well, we can work something
out. A nice figure for you.

You walk away, no problem.

- Well, now look, Don-
- Now you listen to me, son.

You listen.

Before you make up your mind.

It's a hard business. We
have strong competition.

Ruthless competition.

These people, they'll do
anything to get their way.

Young man like you,
they'll kill you.

Means nothing to them. Nothing.

- I just can't believe it.

Just when I thought all
my troubles were over,

looks like they're
just beginning.

- Yeah, well, you think
about it, you know?

We talk again another day.

- Look, Don
Vincenzo. No offense.

I don't want any part
of this business.

I figure I'm better out of it.

- You know, Max was
right about you.

You're a good boy.

I got an idea. You know that...

My theory, I call it.

For a man to be happy, all
he needs is a good woman.

Eh, maybe enough money he can
live comfortable. That's all.

Some people don't think that.
They need more, more, more.

That's a good boy.

Look, you think about
it, take your time.

You know, sleep on it.

You call me, we talk again. Huh?

- Okay.
- That's a good boy.

Hey, you want a drink?

- Sure, why not?
- Man, come on.

- Good evening, Mr. Watts.

- Good evening, Madame Germaine.

- I understand you've been
leading a very eventful

and rather frightening life.

- Yes, unfortunately, Madame
Germaine, that's true.

I came here because I
badly need some advice.

- Advice? You need
advice? [laughs]

He wants advice.

- Excuse me, please.

I can see this is not
meant for my ears.

I'll be back in just a moment.

- Don't hurry.

Now, I love, love giving advice,

but I hate taking advice.

But I'll give you some
advice, and good advice.

Get out.

Get out as soon as you can.

You think you've got friends?
You haven't got friends.

They're all bad men.

Get out, get out, get out,

as soon as you can,
before it's too late.

- Listen, I'm not
scared of those people.

I'm not gonna just
pick up and run away.

- I don't see why not.

After all,

discretion has always been
a talent of all survivors.

- That's very good.
Who said that?

- [laughs] I did.

- Good evening.

- Henny, uh...

You know, I've been
investigating your agent, Max.

- What about him? If I knew
anything I wouldn't tell you.

I don't talk to cops.

- Aw, man. Cool it, Henny.

After all, let's
just have a drink.

[phone rings]

- All right, all
right, what do you got?

I'm not interested in his
personal life, you idiot.

I just want you to follow him,

see if he can lead
you to Max's files

and/or his source
of information.

Does he have Max's
information yet?

Well, don't think too much.
You might rupture yourself.

- Well, I guess there's
nothing more I can do here.

- Guess not. Five bucks, please.

Boss will never miss it.

Well.

How 'bout a drink?

- Yeah, I would like a beer.

- You know something, kid?

I've had my eye and ear
at every keyhole in town

and I come up empty.

Nobody's talkin'.
Nobody knows nothin'.

- Well, you tried.
I appreciate that.

- You got it.
- Forget about the beer.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You almost forgot your money.

- Yeah, you're right.

I almost did.

- Meathead.

- Man, times sure have changed.

- Nah, nothin's changed.
Players are still the same.

It's only the winners that
are different, that's all.

- Nice to see you again,

although I'm afraid it
may be for the last time.

Do you have a decision for us?

- I think we'll
go this one alone.

- Pity. It's going
to be dangerous.

And, I'm afraid, permanent.

Ah, well.

Cheerio.

[foghorn bellows]

[steamboat chugging]

- Hey, Mr. Watts.

You remember me?

- Yeah. I remember you.

- Did you get my message?
I sent it to you by car.

- You son of a bitch!
- Temper, temper!

- My answer's the
same: get lost.

- You won't live to regret this.

- All right now,
here's the file.

St. Charles Church over
in St. Mary's Parish.

Now, we sent them
five musicians,

couple of local
TV personalities,

and some miscellaneous acts.

Now, the whole thing
was over this weekend.

So now what you gotta
do is go down there

and pick up the money.

- Collect?

What do I do?

- Well, you go down there
and you see Father Ryan,

who's the parish priest.

He'll pay you all in cash
and all in small bills.

Now, you gotta do this today

because he doesn't like to
keep that money in the rectory.

- Well, how much does he owe?

- 7,500.

The total take was 181,000

and our cut was for
the entertainment.

[Al laughs]

- Well, I've never collected
money from a priest before.

- [laughs] Jesus.

- I mean, I don't even know
where St. Mary's Church is

let alone go down
and talk to a priest.

And look, it's such
a good day outside.

Why don't we forget this,
take the rest of the day off,

and go for a little ride
down the bayou, huh?

Give you a chance to get away

from all these guys
hitting on you.

- For old time's sake, huh?

Just you and me? Little
ride in the country?

Okay, let's do it.

Listen, tell Laura that I'm
gonna see her after work,

about, 5:30 or so.

[engine revving]

[upbeat music]

Looks like we got
someone very interested

in what we're doing.

In other words, I think
we're being followed.

[tires screech]

[truck honks]

And you said it was a nice
morning for a drive, huh?

[engine revs]

[tires screeching]

Shit!

[tires screech]

- [Al] Hey, watch out!

Here comes another one
from the other side!

Dammit, look out!

Whoa!

[Chuck and Al laughing]

You like that one?

[phone rings]

- Who was involved?

Oh, good. Maybe
you'll get a medal.

And I hope you're enjoying
yourself as a spectator.

Look, the only time I
want to hear from you

is when you've got
some information,

so just leave him alone for now

and maybe they'll lead you
to what we're looking for.

- I found him.

I rousted every son of a
bitch in the French Quarter

and I found him there
with all the answers.

- Fantastic!

Who is he? Where do we find him?

- Oh, he's some pimp
disc jockey named Mike,

working in an afternoon disco.

Here's there now so
we gotta move fast.

- Well, what are we
waiting for? Let's go.

[upbeat disco music]

- Hey, Mike!

Hey, you got some information
and we need a few answers.

- Man, screw you.

- Okay, you nickel-and-dime
asshole. Who killed Max?

Who killed him?
- Talk!

- His name is Bill Edwards.
He was a partner of Max.

He works for Dixie Brewery.
He lives on Bank Street.

- I guess you know why I'm here.

I always settle my
debts on time, mister.

- Yeah, I've been expecting you.

But before you use that,
let me tell you why.

Max took away the
only thing I ever had.

My little girl.

He got her on dope
and now she's dead.

So go ahead and use
it, I don't care.

I've got nothing
to live for anyway.

[pensive music]

- Nice-looking place, isn't it?

It's kinda like what you
see is not all that you get.

- I don't see anything
here but an apartment.

- Well, whether
you see it or not,

I can assure you it's here.

Now let me show you.

- You're never gonna believe
who I found in these files.

In this one is the name
of every narcotics dealer

in Central and South America.

And in this file is the
listing of all the people

who buy and sell Caucasian
women in the Far East.

And in this one

is a listing of every
mafia don in this country.

[Laura chuckles]

- This reminds me of a J.
Edgar Hoover dream house.

- Dream? It's a nightmare!

I mean, this is like a
tomb of Andrew Max's.

You know something?

I can almost feel him
sitting here right now.

- Wait a minute, wait
a minute. What's this?

Looks like a safe combination.

- Combination? Let me see that.

What do you say we
give it a try, huh?

[dial clicking]

[Laura laughs]

- I can't believe that! Look!

Look! Look at all this money!

- You did it.

- I mean... [laughs]

Look at this money! From
every country of the world!

They've got money!

- Yes, I wonder what he
had to do to get it too.

- Hey, who the hell cares?
It's money and it's ours.

- That's right!

All we gotta do is pick
it up and carry it away!

- Let me get the
empty suitcases, boys.

- Look at this money!
[Chuck laughs]

- I don't believe it.

- Load it up.

- Well, we are set for
the rest of our lives.

- Why don't you two go
into business with the don?

You know, 20,000 a week,

that's better than
a million a year.

- Oh, no.

It's filthy, dirty, and I
don't want any part of it.

- We don't want any of that
mafia money. That's trash.

- Well, it may be all you can
get, because I'm taking this.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

[pensive music]

- I want it.

I want the money.

You know what this means to me?

You know what this is?
This is everything.

This is power. This is position.

This is everything
I've ever wanted.

This is my ticket out of here.

This is trips to Switzerland,
Chalais. This is it.

This is everything I
wanted and I'm taking it.

- Al, we've been
friends a long time.

This money's for all of us.

It's not gonna go
down that way, buddy.

- Chuck.

You don't understand.
I want the money.

- Well, you're not gonna get it.

[gun cocks]

- Chuck, I want the money.

- You son of a
bitch. You're crazy!

[gunshot pops]

- What have I done?

Oh my god, what have I done?

- It's all right, sweetie,
it's all right. Calm down.

I'll call the don, he'll help
us out. It's all over now.

- I'm sorry.
- Just calm down now.

Oh god, we really need help now.

Shh. Take it easy, take it easy.

- What are we gonna do?
- Shh. It's all right.

Don Vincenzo?

- Hey.

Chucky.

What's going on, huh?

Why the big decision
all of a sudden?

- I gotta talk to you.

- So talk.

- You told me that
no one ever gave you

the chance to get out.

Well, I want out.

I just want to be left
alone, understand?

- [chuckles] I
understand, believe me.

Felt that way myself many times.

All right. What's
the proposition?

- I'll give you everything.

All the records,
all the information,

all the facts, everything.

But the girl and I are
out. You leave us alone.

- All right.

You got a deal.

But why, huh?

What happened?

- Best friend I had in the
world is dead because of me.

Or maybe he just died
of his own greed.

His body is lying in
there with the records.

There are the keys.

I want you to take care of all
the arrangements and, uh...

Dispose of his body.

- I see.

Greed, yeah.

That's the weakness
of man, all right.

Tell you something, kid, though.

Never mistake
weakness for kindness.

Now you listen.

If you'd have hit that
old man who got Max,

would've been no
way out for you.

But you're lucky.
You get a pass.

All right, you keep the money
and leave everything else.

Now go on, beat it
before I change my mind.

- I don't know how to thank-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Buona fortuna, kid.

[birds singing]

- And in the words of
Alexander Graham Bell,

who said to his wife in
bed on his wedding night:

"What do you mean my
three minutes are up?"

[audience laughs]

I love this town tonight.

Folks, hang around. I
gotta get outta here now.

I gotta go and I have to
meet my grandson, who's 25.

Complains about
headaches. Headaches!

I've told him a hundred times

when you jump out of
bed, it's feet first!

[audience laughs]

He was so ugly when he was born,

the doctor slapped his mother.

[audience laughs]

I just came from
a pleasure trip.

Took my mother-in-law
to the airport.

[audience laughs]

My mother-in-law
was in the Olympics.

She was a javelin catcher.

[audience laughs]

Take my wife, please!

I take my wife everywhere,
but she finds her way home.

[audience laughs]

I said to my wife,

"Where do you want to go
for your anniversary?"

She said, "I want
to go somewhere I've
never been before."

I said, "Try the kitchen."

There's a new Polish
jigsaw puzzle. One piece.

[violin squeaks]

That's it.
- Applaud!

[audience applauds]

- You ever see a Polish guy
whistle for a cab? "Taxi."

[audience applauds]

Folks, I was sitting
around with Brod Crawford.

You know, we all sit around
sometimes and we jam,

and everybody wants
to do a picture.

And I sat with about five guys,

Red Buttons, Milton Berle,
Jan Murray, and Brod Crawford,

and we said to each other,

"What would you like to
do if you made a movie?"

and here's what I came up with.

Now, I want to do a bunch
of scenes, fast scenes,

like I did in
"Laugh-In" years ago.

Now, in the first
scene you see a priest.

They send him up to Alaska.
He's there for one year.

Nobody hears from the priest.

Now, the Bishop
goes up to see him.

He says, "How do you
like it here in Alaska?"

He says, "If it
wasn't for my rosary

and two martinis a day,
you can have this place.

Bishop, would you
like a martini?"

He says yes. "Rosary, get
the bishop a martini."

[audience laughs]

Now, in the next scene,

I'm sitting in a bar,
having a drink on a stool.

Over here's a man on a
stool, having a drink.

He falls down three times,
I pick him up each time.

"Bartender, where
does this man live?

I'll give him a lift home."

He tells me where he
lives, I grab the guy,

pull him out to the
car, open the back door,

put him in, he falls down.

I get to the address,
I pull him out again,

he falls down three more
times on the way to the house.

I pick him up each time.
I knock on the door.

"Mrs. Phillips, I brought
your husband home."

She says, "Where's
the wheelchair?"

[audience applauds]

- Look, the next
time you work here,

bring a whole fiddle,
not a half a one.

- Look, boss, I tell
the jokes here. [laughs]

I like that suit, that style's
coming back. Very nice.

Where am I booked next week,
my agent, my brilliant agent?

- My dear friend Henny,
you've been great.

- Yeah, beginner's luck.
Anyway, where am I going?

Don't book me in that
joint in Patterson anymore.

He booked me in a place,

I don't want to say
business was bad,

the doorman got locked
up for loitering.

Some guy asked for change for
$20, they made him a partner.

Oh, was that place tough.

A guy walked up to me, he said,
"I bet you $10 you're dead."

Would you believe it, I
was afraid to bet him?

The checkroom girl's
name was Dominic.

All right, boss. We're
going out to dinner, huh?

- Who's gonna pick up the check?

- [Henny] As usual,
I pick up the tab.

- All right, you got a deal.

- Last time you
picked up a check,

it changed hands three times.

- Oh, you two fight about
it. Let me outta here now.

- Well, what do you say?

- I got you booked all the
way up and down the line.

Keep doing great.

- Get me a little
money this time.

- Take it easy.

[melancholic folk music]

- Here's my favorite
customer. Good morning, sir.

- Oh no, not sir.
Just call me Chuck.

- Flowers this morning, sir?

- Today I need something
very, very special.

Something's that got some
meaning behind it, you know?

- Ah, a communication
for lovers. Roses.

Red roses. They say everything.

- How much are they?

- $40, thank you.

- Okay, $40.

40.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- All right.

- Good morning, sweetie.
- Oh, good morning.

- What's going on today?

- Everything. You've got a
couple of messages, Chuck.

- Hello, ladies.

Everybody hang tight. I'll
be with you in just a minute.

- Is it possible I could see
Chuck, if he's not too busy?

- He's not too busy for you.

- [Chuck] Everything's
gonna be just the same

as before Max's death.

Nothing's gonna change.

- Thank you, Chuck.

- Could you take this
in the other office

and Milton with
take care of you?

- [Dancer] Okay, thank you.

- I have something for you.

- Do you?

They're beautiful.

- There are a lot of important
things I gotta tell you.

- I know, Chuck. I know.

- But how do you know
what I'm gonna tell you?

- Because you never
gave me roses.

[melancholic folk music]

- [Announcer] Trans World
Airlines, Flight 101,

super jet service for
Pittsburgh and Los Angeles

will depart from Gate 12.

Passengers may proceed to
the gate area for check-in.

Trans World Airlines, Flight 57,

super jet service for Chicago

- Hello, my name is Watts.

You have two reservations
for me to Mexico City.

- Yes sir, Mr.
Watts. Let me check.

- Thank you very much.

- Yes sir, two tickets to
Mexico City. Thank you.

Please, sir, check
in at Gate Number 6.

Do have a nice trip today.

- Thank you.
- Have a nice trip.

- [Announcer] Mr.
Holdman. Mr. Jack Holdman.

Contact the information
counter please.

- Oh, Chuck, I'm going
to buy some magazines.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Okay, sweetie.

- Oh, you think just the money?

Well, let him keep
the damn money.

We can't legally
stop him anyhow.

Yeah, you heard me.

And come on in.

You're off the case.

[melancholic folk music]

- Would you like to buy
some flowers, Chuck?

[gunshot cracks]

♪ Makin' the rounds
in New Orleans town ♪

♪ Livin' a big masquerade

♪ Movin' to the beat
of Bourbon Street ♪

♪ Changin' the
plans that we made ♪

♪ You never gave me roses

♪ But I never let you go

♪ A mixed bouquet
was the only way ♪

♪ You'd let your feelings show

♪ I took what you
gave, hoping to save ♪

♪ The moments that I needed so

♪ But you never gave me roses

♪ Till love began to grow