Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks for coming. Leo's anxious to see you.
That's the mailman. O'Doole here?
Yeah, then we're all friends again. You, me, Leo, the Dane.
So you didn't see Bernie Bernbaum before he was shown across?
The Royale, room 302.
Hello, Sal. You can dangle.
It's hankie time!
One last question, Drop.
An interesting ethical question.
Tell Lazarre he can send someone over to break me legs. I won't squawk.
I get it. So you set me up?
- I guess you'll be looking for a job? - I might be.
I'll think about it.
Sean? Tell O'Doole to get a car to Leo's tonight.
You towel down first with a hot towel, as hot as you can stand.
I'm praying to you.
Okay, Verna. But until then, let's get stinko.
You're missing out on a complete life. I know, kids, big deal.
- What? - The boss wants you to do it.
Sister, when I've raised hell, you'll know it.
If I am dead
Okay. Here you go. Take the shiny new penny.
What did I want?
- You got up the wrong side, huh? - Same side as always.
Caspar's gonna be looking for you tomorrow.
- Verna around? - In the ladies' room.
I'll do what I must to protect Leo. I'm asking you to leave him alone.
I think you'd sooner join a ladies' league than gun a guy down.
I guess that's true.
Always put one in the brain
Leo's gonna shoot himself in the foot for you.
- I'll think about it. - He'll think about it.
They stop thinking it, you stop running it.
No small talk, huh?
You know I'm a sporting man. I like to lay the occasional bet.
So he says, Give him a dollar. This swell lunch was my idea.
die!
- Hello, Bernie. - Hello, Tom. What's the rumpus?
you're friends with me.
It was Mink, you son of a bitch.
My own sister.
- You hear about Rug? - Yeah, R.I.P.
- I sometimes bet with Mink Larouie. - It ain't Mink.
Will warm and sweeter be
Where's the mayor? Why aren't the police here?
How do you know I won't still kill you?
If we were casting feelings into words, I'd have memorized the Song of Solomon.
Giovanni Gasparo (aka Johnny Casper)
- What the hell are you talking about? - Eddie Dane's dead. It's gotta be you.
Son of a bitch won't go belly-up.
High hat
Can I come in?
- Who's the war paint for? - Go home and dry out.
Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his brain.
I'd do anything if you'd work for me again!
- You sure? - Check it. It's gold!
You know O'Doole and the mayor.
I can pay your debt if that would make us friends. A guy can't have too many.
Funny thing is, she asked me to tie the knot.
If I told him about us, your pull would dry up.
Giving up Bernie was the only way I could fix things for Leo.
For a good return, you gotta bet on chance.
Start by getting out of here. It's my office!
Not necessarily.
There are plenty of other coppers who wouldn't mind being chief.
Frankie, no! No! Get up, you skell!
What did you tell him?
we can't pin this on the Dane.
It's just a... It's just a damn mess is all.
But I ain't that sporting.
- After he shot Rug? - Yeah. How did you know?
orb
Caspar hasn't broken the rules. Bernie and you have.
*Walter Hubbell
No, it didn't happen like that, she'd have told me.
Ethics
Wake up, Tommy.
You're not like those animals back there.
I didn't give it much thought until now,
I don't care what reasons you had.
- You vouch for this psychic business? - Right.
A wart. On his fanny. Giving him the fidgets.
- What are you doing? - Walking.
- What would be good enough? - Lazarre won't like it.