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I know you think that you know me well You've got some stories that I

would not have you tell But when push comes to shove, baby, who can ring your

bell? Today is a brand new day And today

is the day that we say

So you like figures?

Dependable for all the cash, lady.

No lip out of you.

Now listen, little boy.

Take it and go.

I'll kill you, you little bastard.

That 10 -year -old who just robbed a movie theater and got pinched for his

trouble, that's Meyer Harris Cohen, but everyone calls him Mickey.

By 1947, he'll be the boss of all organized crime in L .A.

Some pint -sized lunatics have tried to rob the Columbia. You're kidding. With a

bat and a smash of their boots. Do you believe it?

They got for the cops, huh?

Those lugs?

They come in here all the time, copping free candy, free popcorn, copping a feel

while they're at it.

There's a reason they're called cops.

It's not right.

All right, come on, tough guy.

Tell you what, you're such a Boy Scout, you go set them straight.

You're the Boy Scout.

What do we do, Sarge? He's got hostages in there, for Christ's sake. You hear

me? Somebody's got to go in.

All you dummies better back off.

What about Parker?

I got four people in here. Isn't that the numbnuts who hauled in the captain's

drinking buddy for drunk driving?

And booked him.

If you try anything, these citizens are going to get hurt.

You, Parker.

Somebody winds up dead, it's on you.

You understand?

Am I selling it out okay?

This one's yours.

over to talk show me what you got under the coat

slow and easy boy unless you want to round the

butt shot in that blue belly of yours

You want to be on a slab, huh?

Is that what you want to talk about?

Sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you. Can you speak up?

They said be a deaf cop. Can you believe this?

Are you deaf and stupid?

Can you hear me now, blue bitch?

Look, I just want to talk.

I'm unarmed.

Can you open up the door just a crack so we don't have to shout?

This rookie will not be cited for courage in the line of duty.

That's because nobody likes him much.

Around the time Mickey Cohen takes over running the L .A. mob, Bill the Boy

Scout here will take over running the Los Angeles Police Department.

Nobody calls him numbnuts after that.

They call him Chief of Police William Parker.

Or Sir.

Evening, Mr. Siegel.

So nice to see you again.

Good evening, Mr. Siegel. Right this way.

Thank you, Troy.

Hi,

Benny.

The stars are above in the heavens, but only the wise understand that shining at

night in Tunisia, they guide you through the desert sand.

Hey, that's a winner. I can always tell.

You could order Prince. My guy in the back does them up while you have a

dessert. What? That's the real Mr. Cohen.

Call me Mickey.

He's a welcome here any time.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Some champagne for Mr. Siegel and a little nosh, yeah? Just start us with

whatnot. Thank you.

Eddie, check out the name special.

Now burn him.

So what happened with your friend?

Well, I hear it could have gone better.

I think he had a babysitter with him. A moonlighting cop.

So we waved goodbye.

Nothing this Jew hates more than being outsmarted by another Jew.

That's my feeling.

I'll get over him when I kill him.

Sorry, Benny. What can I say that I haven't already said?

I've known the guy since we were knee -high. And you should have known he was

chiseling rat.

Missed anything?

We got the negatives, but the comedian weaseled on us.

And here I was hoping I'd get to say, Uncle Tuff. We'll get to say. We'll find

him. Sure you will. Try the morgue.

He was healthy when we drove off.

Then he wasn't.

I'm waiting here, that punchline.

Luck like yours?

Don't ever play my casino, kid.

It'll clean me out.

It's a long shot's coming in.

The cop?

Nice play.

Boom.

You had a backup, you don't tell me? You kept me dumb? Don't take it like that,

Sid. The odds were very long.

That was odd.

I don't like being kept in the dark.

People doing my job for me.

I'm a fixer. A fix.

Besides, we're all on the same team, right?

Yes, we are.

Hey, Sid. You got done, now that's what matters.

Thanks.

Like 50 grand.

A man's not looking for steady work.

Tonight was a gesture of goodwill.

Goodwill. That's all.

Well, like a favor.

Who the hell is this cop?

She

wants

a cup of coffee. You mind? I don't want to miss anything.

We should go with Big.

We found Hackey Nash's girlfriend at his bungalow. And get this, she was waiting

for him with the bags packed.

Tell us about Hackey.

He was a comedian.

He worked the clubs, but I guess you know that. What about side business?

Not the make -me -laugh kind.

You'd know better than I would. He kept a lot to himself.

He gambled.

Owed people, that I do know.

What else?

Anything. Details.

He collected the damp.

Stamps.

Yeah, no, he wouldn't strike you at the time.

Stamps don't get a guy killed.

You don't know the damp collectors.

Jasmine Fontaine.

It's Fontaine.

They're nuts.

Excuse me?

Stamp collectors.

You don't believe me?

Showman inverted Jenny.

Issued in 1918. It's a little red stamp with a blue airplane in the middle.

Curtis JN1.

Jenny. Jenny.

That's right.

One sheet of stamps, a little blue plane gets printed upside down by mistake.

The journey's inverted.

A hundred stamps total, one of the rarest kind there is.

You want to think grown men kill each other, get a bunch of stamp collectors

a room and show them one of those.

Miss, no offense, but no one wants to hear about stamps.

Yeah, no kidding. Imagine what my life's been like.

What about his blackmail game?

Blackmail?

Is that what he was playing at?

Some jerk. Mickey Cohen.

Name ring a bell? Everybody knows Mickey Cohen. Not everybody works for him. I

host this at the Clover Club, I guess. That means I work for him. Doesn't mean

he knows my name.

That way he met Hackey. He was performing there.

He and Mickey get along.

Heard lots of stories about them growing up.

Hackey liked dropping his name.

Got boring.

Like the dance.

Stopped listening after a while.

No mention of blackmail against Mickey Cohen. That's crazy, fella.

Maybe Mickey, maybe not.

But Hackey had something on the mob and he tried to parlay it. Yeah, something.

What something?

We're hoping you could tell us. It hasn't surfaced.

Yet. You don't seem surprised you're man's dad.

Maybe you are and just tied it better than most.

Heck, you like playing in that sandbox.

Sometimes you get sand in your eyes.

So, no, I'm not surprised.

You're taking it real hard.

Your boyfriend is on a slab in the city morgue.

Why don't you roll his coffin in here and I'll throw myself on it? Would that

play better for you?

You're the expert on grief.

Am I under suspicion of something?

Am I being held?

No, miss, you're free to go any time.

Then what do you want?

In fact, you're with the man.

Do you want to see his killer brought in?

Look, if I could help, I'd say so.

I could get this to himself.

Is that why you were waiting at the door with your bags packed when we knocked?

The guy might think you two were about to blow town.

We were.

Pismo Beach.

Things hadn't been great.

I thought maybe a long weekend might help things.

One weekend?

You pack heavy?

Yeah.

Heck, he always complained about it.

But you never know about the weather, fellas, especially on the coast.

Ask any woman.

You know him.

See if you can talk to him, Stuart.

Huh.

That's funny.

What's that?

What he just said about you knowing Heckey.

See, all the time Maggie and I were together, he never mentioned you.

You're not exactly the sort of thing you'd forget to tell me.

You being what a cop and all.

Not like we paled around. No, then what?

He reached out to me a few nights ago. He wanted protection.

He did his blackmail.

I guess you didn't do a very good job.

Is that how they do it in robbery homicide?

Joe, you're supposed to question her, not the other way around.

I want eyes on her for the next 48 hours. She tried to leave town, take her

custody. For her own protection, at the very least.

You have first shift.

You broke it, you bought it.

Miss Fontaine, this thing that put Heckey Nash in the mortgage, have you

considered the trouble it might cause you?

Food for thought.

Joe, offer the lady a ride home. I'll take a cab, thanks.

Oh, we insist.

A young lady at night, it's the least we can do.

Good night, Miss Fontaine.

I do hope we'll be hearing from you.

Get some shut -eye, fellas.

Tomorrow's a new day.

Let's use it to climb out of this puddle of shit we landed in.

So this cop, he'll whack a guy, but he won't grab? That's where he draws the

line. It's a gift horse.

It's crap.

Nobody does a 50 grand favor, not a cop making three grand a year and change.

If he's not going on a payroll, then why? Gotta be a reason. Ben.

It's not like he told you to shove the money up your ass. He politely declined.

Fifty grand? That's awfully polite.

A little breezy.

Nonchalantly.

That's my word for the day.

Well, here's my word for the day.

Answers. This cop is flipping something past me, and I need to know what that

is. So you need to get the skinny, or I'm putting Sid on it. This time I'll do

your job.

Before you know it, I'll be greasing my hair with that lilac shit you use.

And tell this cop I am not some charity case that he should be doing me any

favors.

I pay my own way.

I pay, he takes.

That's the way the world works.

The girls like that lilac shit?

I bet they do.

The way the world worked, I can't be carrying this much around.

Cash drawer.

My office.

What took so long?

I've been cooling my heels for hours. What's on your mind?

Sorry, Mac.

Thought you were someone else. It happens.

My mistake. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I just... I'll pay it with a first date.

Do I look nervous?

Still taking pictures.

The clover, I mean.

Girl with the spangly dress.

Big flash camera taking pictures of all the famous people.

Society comms, they eat that stuff up, I bet.

Mickey loves having his picture in the papers, especially with celebrities.

We had George Raft and Ava Gardner in the other night.

Nice. Not just famous people.

Nobody, too.

Next time you're in, I'll take your picture.

Aside from that, I don't take photographs anymore.

Gave that up a long time ago, along with a lot of other things.

Keep it running.

Are you hounding our passengers?

I wouldn't dream of it. Why not? That one's worth hounding.

I see you, Sullivan.

Don't arrest any blind beggars.

Later, T.

Let me know how it works out.

I'm a married man. I could use a thrill.

That was supposed to be an easy win.

What went wrong?

Something about a red light.

You can run them, you know.

Cops are allowed. I read that in the handbook. Yeah, this wasn't a pursuit.

Lay it out again, for my benefit.

I told Nash we'd get separated driving to the oil fields. He should wait for me

at the bottom of the hill.

Why didn't he?

My guess, he saw another pair of headlights in his rear view. Thought it

By the time he realized it wasn't, it was too late.

Because bad luck.

I'm not making excuses. It's all me. You got that right.

Okay, where do we go from here? How do we pick up the pieces? What pieces? We

don't even know what the evidence is. I'll tell you what it was.

Big enough to blackmail the mob.

Enough to get Hecky Nash killed.

Can't tell me that doesn't leave footprints.

Go find him.

Jasmine Fontaine.

She knows more than she's letting on.

I'd say she's the key.

That's one version.

I think she's telling the truth.

It's not one. Her attitude.

About Nash when I drove her home.

I think she was a heartbeat away from dumping the guy. Look, the thing I know

is... Is that why I read it? Your hunch against mine. Yeah. I won't argue that.

Last night we expected a soft pitch and somehow it turned into a fastball that

got by us.

We suffer a huge loss.

Just an inning, not the ball game. It's never the game.

If I thought that, I'd hang up my badge.

We needed this one, fellas.

More than you know.

A righteous win.

Good news on the front page for a change. Our department needs it. The

needs it.

Hal, the people of the city deserve him.

Yeah, that's right.

There's a reason you call me Bill the Boy Scout behind my back.

Okay, break huddle. Nash is evidence.

Get out there and find the footprints.

See? Word.

I figured I'd bounce you back to robbery homicide this morning and forget your

name. But Hal says he believes in you, and since I believe in Hal...

I'm going to make it hit the call.

You have a chance to make it up to us.

I see that you do.

Yes, sir.

Jasmine Fontaine.

One of you is right.

Let's find out who.

Hey, you, legs.

We got to talk.

First of all, I can know him.

Know what?

You do know, right? I'm not the one breaking the news.

Oh, you mean Hickey? Yeah, I heard about that.

Thank God. You had me going there for a second.

I should offer you condolences. You were friends a long time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm taking it hard.

Come on.

My office.

You seem okay. I thought you'd be all weepy.

Well, Not the happiest day.

And Mickey, you know Mickey and I broke up, right? A month ago.

No. No, I didn't say.

No. Not something he'd brag about, I guess.

I dumped him.

I'm glad to hear that.

Mickey told me about you, but he didn't say you were so charming.

Jasmine Fontaine, Ben Siegel.

I've seen you in here before.

Lots of times.

So we're even. I've seen you too.

I like that shimmery dress you wear.

I like your ties.

Listen, like, uh, here's the thing about Heckey.

It's uglier to hear.

Uglier than getting shot.

Okay, then I won't mince new words.

Turns out he was up to no good.

We hear he was trying to blackmail somebody.

Looks like it backfired.

Heckey liked Risky Gamble.

I'm not surprised, are you?

I guess not.

Still, he was a friend, so we're trying to get some, uh... Insight? Yeah, yeah,

that. Well, like I said, we barely spoke the last few months and never about

blackmail. I'd have talked him out of it.

She's got spunk.

He didn't tell me that either.

Shame on me.

Anyhow, thought it couldn't hurt to ask, huh?

Look, I would love to stay and talk when I'm flying to Nevada for a quick

meeting. But when I get back, dinner.

Mickey's got my number.

Then I'll use it.

Thanks.

He's got an eye for the ladies.

Like I couldn't tell.

Tell me again who?

Freddie Steckler. I'm drawing a blank.

He's one of our bag men, bottom rung. Nobody.

So this nobody, Freddie Steckler, calls you and says what again? That we should

come see a man and do it fast.

But he won't say who or why? No, not on the phone, just that we should.

Putting a lot of faith in what Freddie Steckler says.

You the guys?

Who are you?

Carl. Oh, that explains it.

Carl Steckler, Freddy's uncle.

Freddy Steckler, you know him.

Freddy, sure, yeah, we love Freddy. He's our best guy, top rung.

That's because I taught him.

I was Mr. Cohen's top bag man back in the day.

My drops never came up short, not by a nickel.

I'm sure it was a thing of beauty.

So was the girl I was about to bone when Terry knocked on my door.

Why are we here, Carl?

Freddy didn't say. On the phone?

That's because he's smart. He listens.

I taught him that, too.

That's what I do. I listen. I hear things.

For instance?

I hear that maybe I could do you a favor.

Maybe it'd be worth something to you. Could be you want to do me a favor in

return. Depends on what it is and what you want for it. I'm Don Gutman.

All right, this is my end.

I'd just done a seven -year jolt in Quentin.

Did I ever turn stoolie so I'd have it easy? No, sir, not me.

I did my time like a man.

Now, I'm not complaining, but I've been out three months. The best I could do

for myself was this, bussing tables and hauling trash for wops I wouldn't piss

on if they was on fire.

Sad. Very.

I was best at running bags for Mr. Cohen.

I could do that again if somebody asked me.

Let's see. What's the rest of it?

This thing I heard.

There's a couple of fellas that you've been looking for.

You want a word with them, but they've been hard to find. What fellas?

Moe Felser and Jerry Edelstein.

What about them?

Inside.

Table 12.

They're on coffee and dessert.

A little Moe and Jerry, too, Tony. You sure?

When I saw them come in, I called Freddy right away. Well, I heard you've been

looking. I'm like lost and found.

Good friend.

Oh, yeah.

I done all right?

Cool.

We won't forget it. We'll be in touch. We'll get you out of the food service

industry. Until then, you just be the model citizen.

Tell the cops a tale.

Yeah. I got lots of stories.

We got to make this convincing.

Now you get quick, huh, to meet me out front?

Give me your throwdown.

Thanks, Mr. Rothman. It's a pleasure.

Pleasure's mine.

Later. Later.

Please bring the Parmesan cheese.

I've only asked three times.

Yes, ma 'am.

Right away, ma 'am.

We've gone over and over. I don't know if we've got much choice. See what I'm

saying?

Hey, Einstein, wrong table. We already ate. Oh, shit.

that he is letting...

This is the neighborhood.

I check on you.

Thanks.

Hey, hold him up.

Let me take over.

That's a kind offer, Joe.

Well, it's my fault we're here.

No, I don't see it that way.

It's the job.

Some things go right, some don't.

Tug's relieving me in an hour. I'm good.

Anything?

Well, she went to work today. It's normal, right?

Except the man she works for killed her boyfriend last night, and she had to

walk in there and act like they didn't.

Can you imagine the nerve that takes?

I bet she didn't flinch.

What do you think, Joe?

I think I need a drink.

Have one for me? Yeah.

Thanks for stopping by.

You don't know what love is

Till you've learned the meaning

of the blues

Till you loved a love

you had to lose

You don't know what love is.

I don't. My usual.

Another for him.

How could you know how it's hurt?

People I work for, they would love to know why Jasmine Fontaine was waiting

Hackey Nash with her skivvies pack.

That's awkward.

People I work for would love to know why a cop does a mob hit and doesn't take

the money.

It's a first.

I guess we both have a problem.

I got it.

Settle up later.

I'll run you a tab.

There's no mob hit, Ned.

You know it and I know it. Better stay between us.

People are gonna get hurt.

Somebody in particular.

You should have just kept the money. At least make my life easier.

No, it's my fault.

You dragged me into this in the first place. You prefer I didn't?

You know where that would have led.

Why'd you give it back? Why not just keep the money?

Steal from Ben Siegel?

Because if he ever found out, I'd be taking a big dirt nap in Nevada

Good that I kept it. What happens when they try and hand you the next job and

all they get is shove it up your ass?

Yeah.

Giving the money back was the only option.

Damn same too.

It's a perfect plan.

Except for you.

Who knew you were that honest a cop?

That's not what I think it is.

Oh, for Christ's sakes. Joe, are you kidding me?

Just leave it alone, okay?

You only had that thing in your wallet, huh? Five years?

Are you sick of looking at it? I know I am. What is it to you?

You know how many times you showed me that thing during the war?

It's bad enough I had 30 ,000 screaming Japs trying to kill me. You had to show

me that thing at least twice a day.

Burn it.

You heard me, you moany -eyed bastard. Burn it. Right now.

Honey, let me see you with that thing. Game over.

You're going this far out on a limb. You gonna blow it being careless?

I know it hurts, but it's time to move on. The way past due.

Nobody carries a torch this long.

Joe, there's a reason why they call them ex -wives.

Jasmine Fontaine, no exception.

With sleeveless eyes.