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The Nhu Ky Sting (Scorpion Squad, No 2) by Eric Helm, 1984-11 Sting and the Police by Ray Nikart, 1984-12-12 The Official Chicago Sting Book by Basil G. Kane, 1983-01 Z-Sting (Croyd Spacetime Maneuvres, Book 6) The Sting The Jersey Sting: A True Story of Crooked Pols, Money-laundering Rabbis, Black Market Kidneys, and the Informant Who Brought It All Down by Ted Sherman, Josh Margolin, 2011-03-15 But Make It Sting by Alex Sumner, 2010-07-01 BeeCause You Loved Me: The true story of how a simple bee sting crippled a man, upended family, shattered dreams, and taught everyone how true love can prevail. (Volume 1) by Monique L. Muñoz, 2009-12-17 Sting of the Scorpion: A Novel by Robert Marcum, 1993-08 Great Hoaxes, Swindles, Scandals, Cons, Stings, and Scams (Signet) by Joyce Madison, 1992-08-04 The big sting: The true story of the Canadian who betrayed Colombia's drug barons by Peter Edwards, 1991 Merry Christmas, Baby: Holiday Music From Bing To Sting by Dave Marsh, Steve Propes, 1993-03 The Sting of Death and Other Stories (Michigan Papers in Japanese Studies) by Toshio Shimao, 1985-09 Sting and I by James Berryman, 2009-01-01

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121. ...Nothing Like Sting - Autoryzowany Polski Fan Club Stinga
     http://www.sting.silken.art.pl/

122. Sting Is King
     Includes gallery and memorabilia.  
     http://stingisking.tripod.com/
     
     Extractions: Home Pictures of Sting My Sting Collection Website Credits ... Sign My Guestbook Special Notice!! My Entire Sting Collection is now up for sale. Email me at dewayne@heatherswebdesign.com if you are interested in purchasing any items. You can find most of the items pictured in My Sting Collection. Thanks for visiting. Have a great day.

123. CelebrityWonder: Sting Profile And Gossips
     Name sting. Birth Name Gordon Matthew Sumner. Height 6 . Sex M. 7 posters/photos for you. sting NEWS TRIVIA. Do you have any information about sting to share?  
     http://www.celebritywonder.com/html/sting.html
     
     Extractions: AT GREAT PRICES PROFILE Polling Photos Fan sites Drawing ... Movies Name: Sting Birth Name: Gordon Matthew Sumner Height: Sex: M Nationality: British Birth Date: October 2, 1951 Birth Place: Wallsend, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, U.K. Profession: actor, musician Education: Saint Cuthbert's Boys Grammar School Warwick University in Coventry, England Husband/Wife: Trudie Styler (actress, producer; born on January 6, 1955; together since 1982; married on August 20, 1992), Frances Tomelty (actress; born in 1956; married on May 1, 1976; divorced in March 1984) Father: Eric Matthew Sumner (engineer, milkman; died of cancer in 1988)

124. Ashburn STING
     U10 Boys travel team representing the Ashburn Soccer Club in Loudoun County. View news, calendar, schedules, photos, sponsors, and related links.  
     http://eteamz.com/ashburnsting/
     
     Extractions: Home eslu(new Date("May 25, 2004 07:26 PM"), 'hot', 7); My Site News eslu(new Date("May 27, 2004 08:55 PM"), 'updated', 7); Calendar eslu(new Date("May 27, 2004 09:09 PM"), 'updated', 7); Schedules eslu(new Date("May 25, 2004 07:59 PM"), 'updated', 7); Standings eslu(new Date("May 25, 2004 07:38 PM"), 'updated', 7); Practices Locations eslu(new Date("May 27, 2004 09:10 PM"), 'updated', 7); Board Roster eslu(new Date("April 27, 2004 09:24 PM"), 'updated', 7); Stats eslu(new Date("May 25, 2004 07:38 PM"), 'updated', 7); Albums eslu(new Date("April 27, 2004 09:51 PM"), 'new', 7); Handouts eslu(new Date("May 27, 2004 09:44 PM"), 'updated', 7); Links eslu(new Date("May 25, 2004 07:50 PM"), 'updated', 7); Sponsors eslu(new Date("April 15, 2004 07:46 AM"), 'new', 0); Guestbook Message Boards Chat

125. Sting & Police - Too Much Information Lyrics
     LyricsDepot.com Too Much Information Song Lyrics by sting Police. Lyrics sting Police Lyrics Too Much Information Lyrics, Find Song Lyrics  
     http://www.lyricsdepot.com/sting-police/too-much-information.html

126. CNN - Smuggling Sting Nabs 55 From Airline, Contractor - August 25, 1999
     http://www.cnn.com/US/9908/25/airline.sting.drug.05/index.html
     
     Extractions: MIAMI (CNN) Dozens of American Airlines employees and contract food service workers face drug smuggling conspiracy charges following an undercover operation that used fake cocaine and lasted more than two years. Federal agents and Miami police fanned out before dawn Wednesday to make arrests at several locations, including Miami International Airport.

127. The Sting
     acclaim.com SHOWDOWN legends of wrestling spotlight large version. Acclaim announces sting will appear in SHOWDOWN Legends of Wrestling in an Official Press Release. Home Features  
     http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/thesting.html
     
     Extractions: T H E S T I N G Second Draft Screenplay by DAVID S. WARD THE STING FADE IN: A white on black TITLE appears in the lower left hand corner of the screen: AUGUST, 1936 FADE OUT. FADE IN: EXT. A SLUM AREA OF JOLIET - DAY It's a bleak, windy morning, the kind that clears the streets of all but the winos (who carry their own heaters), and the point-men for juvenile gangs. We pick up a solitary figure, Joe Mottola, coming down the street and entering what appears to be an abandoned tenement. He pauses a second to dust his white-winged alligator shoes on the back of his pants leg. Sharply dressed and surrounded by the aura of one who is making money for the first time and broadcasting it on all bands, he seems an incongruity in this part of town. We follow him up a flight of rickety stairs to a second floor flat. He knocks on the door, is admitted by a cautious doorman. INT. NUMBERS SPOT - DAY Suddenly we are plunged into a room of chattering, clamoring people. This is a spot for the numbers racket, a place immune from legal interference, where any sucker can bet on a number between 1 and 1000 in the hope of getting the 600 to 1 payoff that goes to those few who guess right. The bettors are queued up in several lines before a long table, where they place their bets and are given receipts in return. Others wait at a cashier's window to pick up previous earnings or to ask for credit. Mottola moves through the crowd to a back room where betting slips are being sorted and money counted under the watchful and somewhat impatient gaze of a Supervisor, an older man named Mr. Granger. The Yankee-White Sox game is heard on the radio in the background. Mottola, noticing that his entrance has aroused little interest, saunters over to the Phone Girl and gives her a little pinch on the cheek. The girl slaps his hand away, obviously having been through this before. PHONE GIRL Beat it, Mottola. Granger glances up and exchanges a token nod with Mottola, who plops down in a folding chair next to the radio. The phone rings. PHONE GIRL 8720...Yes, hold on a second. (calling over to the Supervisor) Mr. Granger, Chicago on the line. Granger is a little apprehensive about talking to Chicago, but takes the phone anyway. GRANGER Yeh? CUT TO: INT. A WATERFRONT PROCESSING PLANT - CHICAGO - DAY A flabby, bald man named Combs is on the other end of the line. Visible beyond the door and interior window of his office is a large room, cluttered with tables, typewriters, clerks and adding machines. This room is the clearinghouse for all the transaction of the numbers game. All the betting slips and income from the spots are brought in here and processed. COMBS Granger, this is Combs. Why haven't we heard from ya? Everybody else is in. GRANGER We had a few problems with the Law this morning. The Mayor promised the Jaycees to get tough on the rackets again, so he shut everybody down for a couple hours to make it look good. Nothing serious, it just put us a little behind for the day. COMBS You been making your payoffs, haven't ya? GRANGER Hell yes. He does this every year. There's nothing to worry about. COMBS Okay, finish your count and get it up here as soon as you can. I don't wanta be here all night. GRANGER Believe me, the Man's gonna be real happy. Looks like we cleared over ten grand this week. COMBS (not impressed) We cleared 22 here. GRANGER Well, hell, you got the whole Chicago south side. How do ya expect the eight lousy spots I've got to compete with that? COMBS (reading off a sheet of paper on his desk) They did 14 grand in Evanston, 16.5 is Gary, and 20 in Cicero. Looks like you're bringing up the rear, Granger. INT. NUMBERS SPOT - DAY Granger burns inside. One of the girls who's been sorting and counting hands him a slip of paper. GRANGER I just got the count. We'll put the take on the 4:15. COMBS We'll be waitin'. Combs hangs up, smiling to himself, proud of the way he gave the needle to Granger. CUT TO: INT. NUMBERS SPOT - DAY Granger storming over to a safe and jerking open the door. GRANGER (snapping) Mottola. Mottola hustles out of his chair. GRANGER (handing him a bundle of bills) Take this up to the city on the 4:15. They'll be waitin' for it at the clearing house. And don't stop for no drinks. You can get a cab down the street. Mottola takes the money and slips it into his inside coat pocket with all the dramatic flair of the true flunky. No one would ever guess that he was just an overdressed messenger boy. EXT. OF THE TENEMENT AGAIN Mottola emerges from a side entrance into a narrow alley. He walks briskly down to the end and turns left into a large alleyway; this one connecting two streets. The alley is deserted save for one scruffy, slovenly dressed young stranger coming toward him from the opposite direction. The man carries a battered suitcase and seems to be in a hurry. Suddenly, Mottola hears shouting coming from somewhere behind him. He turns around to see a small, weathered looking thief come racing around the corner and down the alley toward him, frantically pursued by a gray-haired black man. Limping noticeably, the black man manages a few cries for help and then stumbles and falls. The stranger yells at Mottola to cover his side of the alley, and then readies himself for the arrival of the thief. Mottola just stands there, not the least interested in the exercise of justice. Just as the thief is about to run on by, the stranger throws his suitcase at the little man's legs, sending him sprawling and separating him from the wallet he's been carrying in his left hand. The stranger makes a dash for the wallet and kicks it back to where Mottola is standing. Almost by reflex, Mottola picks it up. The thief scrambles to his feet and starts back toward his new-found enemy, brandishing a knife. Both the stranger and Mottola brace themselves for an attack. The thief, realizing that there are two people to fight, begins to think better of it. He is not a young man, nor particularly strong. THIEF (shaking his fist at the stranger) You fuckin' nigger-lover. I'll get you for this someday, sucker egg. Mottola and the stranger exchange glances of relief as the thief flees out onto the street and disappears. The black man, meanwhile, has struggled to his feet and is staggering toward them. He collapses against the alley wall after a few steps. The stranger rushes over to him, followed somewhat absently by Mottola. BLACK MAN The wallet. You gotta go after him. He's got all the money. STRANGER Don't worry, we got the wallet. What happened? He get ya with the knife? The stranger opens the Black Man's coat to reveal a bloody wound at the top of his leg. BLACK MAN (trying to move) Give it to me! Please. I gotta know it's all there! STRANGER You just sit tight, old man. We're gonna have to get you to a doctor. (starting to leave) I'll call a cop. BLACK MAN No, no cops! Mottola has given him his wallet, which the black man now opens, disclosing a fat bundle of bills tied by a rubber band. Mottola and the stranger are amazed by the amount of money. STRANGER (a little uneasy) You wanted by the law or somethin'? BLACK MAN Naw, it's okay. STRANGER You're crazy carryin' that kinda money in this neighborhood. No wonder you got hit. BLACK MAN (trying to get to his feet) Thanks. I'm obliged to ya, but I gotta get goin'. (his leg gives way under him) STRANGER You ain't goin' nowhere on that leg. BLACK MAN I gotta! Look, I run some slots down in West Bend for a mob here. I got a little behind on my payoffs so they figure I been holdin' out on 'em. They gave me to 4:00 to come up with the cash. I don't get it there I'm dead. STRANGER It don't look good, gramps, it's ten of now. BLACK MAN I got a hundred bucks for you and your friend if you deliver the money for me. STRANGER (hesitates) I dunno. That little mug that got ya is mad enough at me already what if he's out there waitin' around a corner with some friends. BLACK MAN He won't know you're carryin' it. C'mon, you gotta help me out. STRANGER (makes up his mind) Sorry, pal. I'll fix you up, call you a doc, but I ain't gonna walk into a bunch of knives for ya. BLACK MAN (desperate to Mottola) How bout you? I'll give you the whole hundred! STRANGER What makes you think you can trust him? He didn't do shit. MOTTOLA Hey, butt out, chicken liver. I gave him back his wallet, didn't I? (to black man) How far is this place? BLACK MAN 1811 Mason. Put it in Box 3C. You won't have no trouble. There's five thousand dollars there and here's a hundred for you. MOTTOLA (taking the bundle of bills from the black man, plus the $100 bill) All right. I'll make your drop for you, old man. And don't worry, you can trust me. Mottola puts the bills in his inside coat pocket, right next to the numbers money. The stranger, who has now finished bandaging, watches him do it. STRANGER If that punk and his pals decide to search ya, you'll never fool 'em carryin' it there. BLACK MAN (suddenly afraid again) What do we do? STRANGER You got a bag or somethin? BLACK MAN No. STRANGER How 'bout a handkerchief? BLACK MAN Here. The stranger goes into the right coat pocket and pulls out a wrinkled handkerchief. STRANGER Let me have the money. Mottola takes out the Black Man's five grand and hands it to the Stranger. He puts it in the handkerchief. STRANGER You better stick that other in here too, if you wanta keep it. BLACK MAN (pleading) Just hurry, will ya. Mottola pulls out the numbers money and puts it in the handkerchief too. The stranger ties it all up. STRANGER (demonstrating by slipping the bundle down into crotch) All right. Carry it down in your pants here. (pulling it back out and tucking it in Mottola's pants) Ain't no hard guy in the world gonna frisk ya there. MOTTOLA Thanks. (to the black man) So long, partner. Don't worry, everything's gonna be all right. The Black Man nods gratefully, but there's still a trace of worry on his face. Mottola trots off down the alley and out onto the street, glancing around cautiously for signs of trouble. He walks hurriedly down the sidewalk toward the cab stand in the distance. Suddenly the little man with the knife appears out of a doorway about 15 yards behind him. Mottola notices him and quickens his pace, finally breaking into a dead run. We follow him as he dashes headlong down the street, opening a big lead on the guy with the knife. He reaches the taxi zone. He hops in a cab and slams the door. INT. TAXI - DAY He jumps in, closes the door, and breathes a sigh of relief. CABBIE Where to? MOTTOLA Which way is Mason? CABBIE About 20 blocks south. MOTTOLA Okay, go north. The Joliet Station Fast. Mottola settles back in his seat and starts to laugh. CABBIE What's so funny? MOTTOLA I just made the world's easiest five grand. He takes the bundle out from inside his pants in order to gaze upon his new-found fortune. He unties the handkerchief. It's full of toilet paper. Mottola looks like he's just been shot. CUT TO: EXT. ALLEY - DAY - THE STRANGER AND BLACK MAN hightailing it down the street, two newly solvent con artists on the lam. It's hard to run they're laughing so hard. The stranger chucks his suitcase in a trash can and pulls the real handkerchief out of his pants. BLACK MAN Jesus, what a bundle. Did you know he was that loaded? STRANGER Hell no, I just cut into him. I woulda settled for pawning one of them shoes. As they split off, music begins, and we go into a TITLES SEQUENCE Done to a driving Chicago blues, the sequence is designed to establish somewhat the milieu of the stranger, known to friends and enemies alike as Hooker. We see the following: EXT. PAWNSHOP - LOOKING INSIDE - DAY Hooker is getting a radio and well-worn suit out of hook. It's like seeing old friends again. All pantomime. INT. HOOKER'S ROOM - DAY A shabby little place he rents above a cigar store. We pick him up in a jerry-built outdoor shower, which he's rigged up on the fire escape. The rinse water drips down through the landing into the grimy alley below. HOOKER (singing) 'With plenty of money and you-oo- oo, Oh baby, what I wouldn't do-oo- oo...' ON THE STREET AGAIN jauntily carrying a magnum of champagne and some flowers, obviously on his way to see someone special. IN A BURLESQUE HOUSE Hooker stands in the wings holding the flowers and champagne, watching his date for the evening, a 6'3" stripper named Crystal, do her routine. Crystal finishes up and comes off the stage. CRYSTAL (tired) Hi, Hooker, you gettin' married or somethin'? HOOKER Come into a little dough. You wanna get outa here tonight? CRYSTAL Can't. I got a 10 o'clock show. I need the five bucks. HOOKER I'll spend fifty on ya. Crystal looks at him a second and starts to giggle. We're pretty sure she's gonna get outa here tonight. COMING INTO A POOR MAN'S GAMBLING JOINT Little more than a reconverted brick basement, the place contains three shoddy, homemade roulette tables. Hooker, accompanied now by Crystal, nods a greeting to the doorman and proceeds to a table where there are already several other people laying their bets for the next spin. Hooker knows the wheel man, an old-timer named Jimmy. JIMMY (glad to see him) Hooker! HOOKER How ya doin', Jimmy. JIMMY (collecting bets and paying off the winners) Ain't seen you in months, boy. Thought maybe you took a fall. HOOKER Naw, just a little hard times, that's all. It's all over now. JIMMY You gonna have a go here? (pointing to the betting board) How 'bout a ten spot on the line here. The 4-9 been lookin' good today. Lotsa action on 28th Street down there, too. Pay ya 10-1. As Jimmy finishes his spiel, he starts the wheel spinning and drops in the ball. Betting is allowed to continue until the ball drops from the outer ring into the center. HOOKER (taking out his wallet) Three grand on the black. Jimmy is stunned. The others at the table, used to dollar bets, look at Hooker like he's some kind of foreign dignitary. JIMMY (worried) You sure you wanna start off that big? Bet like that could put a real dent in us. HOOKER I feel lucky tonight. JIMMY Aw, come on, Hooker, why don't you just... HOOKER Three grand on the black, Jimmy. Jimmy wants to argue some more, but the ball is getting ready to drop into the center. We see Jimmy quickly press a hidden lever under the table with his foot. The ball falls and settles into red 27 with a motion that is not quite right. The others at the table fail to notice, but Hooker is not fooled. He stares venomously at Jimmy, who knows that Hooker is on to him. JIMMY Sorry, Hooker. (making an attempt at levity, in order to explain) Good thing that ball came up red. Guy could get in trouble around here, losin' a bet that big. Jimmy reaches for Hooker's money. Hooker stops him by putting his hand on it. HOOKER Spin it again. Jimmy doesn't know what the hell to do. He gives Hooker a little head motion to indicate a small window high up in one of the walls. Behind it, we see a pair of eyes. Suddenly, Hooker understands why Jimmy had to cheat him, but it doesn't change his demand. HOOKER Spin it anyway, Jimmy. Jimmy is beside himself. If he doesn't spin again, Hooker may expose him. If he does spin, and loses, his management will fire him. He pleads to Hooker with his eyes, but it's no use. Jimmy spins the wheel and reluctantly drops in the ball. This time there is no foot on the lever, and it settles into black 15. Hooker stares at the ball a second and then looks up at his terrified friend. HOOKER Don't worry, pal. I knew it was my night. Hooker pushes the money over to Jimmy and walks out of the room. He's lost $3,000, but he's still working on a lucky night. CUT TO: EXT. GAMBLING JOINT Hooker and Crystal out on the street. CRYSTAL (irritated) Thanks for the evening, Hooker. I can still make the 10 o'clock. If you wanna spend 50 bucks on me again, mail it. She walks off down the street. HOOKER (going into his pocket for more money) Hey wait a minute. (he comes up with 30›) Aw, the hell with ya. CUT TO: EXT. THE WATERFRONT PROCESSING PLANT - LATE AFTERNOON A late model Ford roars up and screeches to a stop in front of the plant. Out bursts a carefully-groomed, tight-lipped young man named Greer, who hustles into the plant. We follow him through a maze of machinery to the service elevator and up to the third floor where we find ourselves in the clearinghouse room we saw earlier. INT. PLANT - AFTERNOON - LATE The working day is over now, and everyone has gone, except for Combs, who sits somberly in his office. GREER They found Mottola. He was drunk in a dive in Joliet. Never got on the train. COMBS (aggravated) I don't wanta hear about his day, Greer. What happened to the money? GREER He lost it to a coupla con artists on his way outa the spot. COMBS How much? GREER Twelve thousand. Combs sits in quiet thought for a second. Finally: COMBS All right. Better get on the phone to New York. See what the big mick wants to do about it. (pause) I gotta pretty good idea, though. CUT TO: INT. AN EXCLUSIVE NEW YORK GAMBLING CLUB - LATE AFTERNOON An agitated young man, Floyd, weaves his way through the craps and roulette tables, and hustles up a staircase to a second floor room with a drawing of a snarling tiger on the door. Below the tiger, the word "FARO" appears. There is a large man, of thuggish demeanor, guarding the door, but Floyd gives him a small hand signal and walks right by him. CUT TO: INSIDE THE FARO ROOM In the center is a beautifully-carved wooden table, on which sit a faro board and a dealing box, tended by a stone-faced Dealer, who calls the progress of the game in a continuous abacus-like device that keeps track of the cards which have already been played. On the opposite side of the table, completely absorbed in the rhythmic appearance of the cards from the dealing box, sits Doyle Lonnegan. Although is clothes and accessories are those of a wealthy man, there is a coarseness to both his movement and speech which bespeak lower class origins, for which he now has nothing but contempt. Floyd enters the room and approaches him cautiously, trying hard to make as little noise as possible. FLOYD Doyle, can I see you a minute? LONNEGAN (not looking up from the table) I'm busy, Floyd. FLOYD It's important. We had a little trouble in Chicago today. One of our runners got hit for 12 grand. LONNEGAN (calmly) Which one? FLOYD Mottola. LONNEGAN You sure he didn't just pocket it? FLOYD No, we checked his story with a tipster. He was cleaned by two grifters on 47th. LONNEGAN They workin' for anybody? FLOYD I don't know. Could be. We're runnin' that down now. LONNEGAN All right, mark Mottola up a little and put him on a bus. Nothin' fancy, just enough to keep him from coming back. Get some local people to take care of the other two. (impassively) We gotta discourage this kinda thing. CUT TO: INT. AN OLD BROWNSTONE - NIGHT Hooker, still in his suit, but looking a little worse for wear, knocks on the door of one of the apartments. A young black woman, Louise, answers the door, holding a baby. HOOKER Howdy, Louise. LOUISE (admiring Hooker in his suit) Goddamn, Johnny Hooker, you're a sharp hunky in them linens. If you wasn't so pale, I'da sworn you had class. Hooker steps inside and walks right into a big hug from an older black woman, Alva. Alva has a hat on, obviously just about to go out. Beyond her we see the Eirie kid and the Black Man (known from here on as Luther Coleman) playing a game of mah jong on the dining table with a man whose back is to us. An 11-year-old boy is listening to the radio. COLEMAN Turn that down, Leroy. ALVA Oh, Johnny, Luther said you was somethin' to see today. HOOKER I'll never be as good as that mark, Alva. ALVA Well, we gonna hear all about it when we get back from church. Leroy, get your jacket on, boy. Leroy goes to get his jacket. Louise is finished putting the baby to bed. HOOKER You goin' to church now? ALVA They been havin' late bingo down there. I'm gonna call on the Lord for a little cash, while he's still payin' off. Luther, you look in on that child from time to time, will ya? Luther nods that he will. Alva, Leroy and Louise leave for church as Hooker strolls over and tosses two packets on the table. Luther doesn't pick his up, but the other man does. We now see that he is the thief in the opening sequence. He is called the Eirie kid and he is delighted at his share. EIRIE KID Hey, Luther told me he was carrying a wad, but I didn't figure this much. HOOKER Which way did he do, Eirie? EIRIE KID Straight north. He was gonna take it all and run. HOOKER (laughs) The bastard. He can blow his nose all the way. They laugh again, but Luther doesn't share their enthusiasm. He watches Hooker who becomes uncomfortable under his gaze. COLEMAN You're late. Where you been? HOOKER (flopping into a chair) I had some appointments. COLEMAN (not fooled) How much did ya lose? HOOKER (after a pause) All of it. COLEMAN (pissed) In one goddamn night? What are ya sprayin' money around like that for? You coulda been nailed. HOOKER I checked the place out. There weren't no dicks in there. COLEMAN You're a con man, and you blew it like a pimp. I didn't teach ya to be no pimp. HOOKER What's eatin' you? I've blown money before. COLEMAN No class grifter woulda' done it, that's all. HOOKER You think my play is bad? COLEMAN I think it's the best... Hooker sinks back, embarrassed that he misread Coleman's intentions. COLEMAN ...It's the only reason I ain't quit before now. HOOKER (bewildered) What? COLEMAN I'm gettin' too slow for this racket. I done the best I'm gonna do. You hang on too long, you start embarrassin' yourself. HOOKER What are you talkin' about? We just took off the biggest score we've ever had. We can do anything we want now. COLEMAN It's nothin' compared to what you could be makin' on the Big Con. You're wastin' your time workin' street marks. HOOKER Hey look. You think I'm gonna run out on ya or somethin'? Just cause we hit it big. Luther, I owe you everything. If you hadn't taught me con, I wouldn't know nothin'. COLEMAN (a little embarrassed) Aw hell, you sound like some goddamn sucker. You know everything I know. You got nothin' more to learn from me. HOOKER But you played the Big Con. You said it was nothin'. A game for flakes and mama's boys. COLEMAN And I'm tellin' ya now, you're a fool if you don't get into it. A bigger fool than I was. (pause, holding up the money) I been lookin' for this one all my life, Johnny. Now I got a chance to step out at the top. Hooker knows it's no use. HOOKER (after a long silence) What the hell you gonna do with yourself? COLEMAN Aw, I got a brother down in K.C., runs a freight outlet. I can go halfsies with 'em! It ain't too exciting, but it's mostly legal. Hooker just nods. COLEMAN Straighten up, kid. I wouldn't turn ya out if ya weren't ready. (flipping Hooker a piece of paper) I got a guy named Henry Gondorff I want you to look up. There ain't a better insideman alive. He'll teach ya everything ya gotta know. HOOKER You'll take a cut of what I make, won't ya? COLEMAN I'm out, Johnny. HOOKER If that's the way you want it. COLEMAN That's the way I want it. CUT TO: EXT. A DIMLY LIT STREET - NIGHT It's late at night now. Hooker and Eirie wander along the street together, not really ready to go home, but with no other ideas either. Hooker, obviously preoccupied, idly strikes a match on a street lamp as he passes and lets it burn out. He does this several times. HOOKER How do you like that Coleman, huh? After three years. EIRIE KID Aw come on, it was the only thing to do. He knew he was holdin' ya back. HOOKER We were partners. If it weren't for Luther I'd still be hustlin' pinball down at Gianelli's. I don't need anything more than I got. HOOKER You ain't gonna have nothin' if you don't lay off them games of chance. There's a depression on ya know. HOOKER There's always a depression on. EIRIE KID If you saved a little, you wouldn't have to grift so much. HOOKER I like griftin'. EIRIE KID You could buy yourself some things. Clothes, or a nice car... HOOKER I don't look any good in clothes and I don't know how to drive. What else ya got to sell, Eirie? EIRIE KID Forget it. They walk on a few more feet, when suddenly a police car pulls up alongside them and two men jump out. The first, a uniformed policeman, grabs Eirie around the neck. Hooker makes a break for it, but the second Figure, a burly detective named Snyder, tackles him in the middle of the street, drags him back into the alley and plasters him up against a brick wall. The two have met before. HOOKER Hi there, Snyder. Things a little slow down at the Bunco Department tonight, eh? Somebody lose the dominoes? SNYDER You scored blood money today, Hooker. You need a friend. HOOKER (knocking Snyder's hand away) Aw, find yourself a shoplifter to roll. Snyder gives Hooker a swift knee in the thigh and follows it with an elbow across the head. Hooker flies into a row of boxes and garbage cans. HOOKER (getting up slowly) You got the wrong guy, pal. I been home with the flu all day. (rising to a fuller height) You can stake out my toilet if you want. Bang. Snyder, infuriated by Hooker's irreverence, slams him to the ground again. The policeman is no longer holding Eirie but is almost daring him to make a move. Eirie wants to go to Hooker's aid, but he knows the policeman will beat him to a pulp. SNYDER (pulling Hooker out of the heap and smashing him against the wall again) I'll tell ya what you did, smart boy. You tied into a loaded mark on 47th across from Maxies. You and Coleman played the switch for him and blew him off to a cab on 49th. If he hadn't been a numbers runner for Doyle Lonnegan, it woulda been perfect. HOOKER (startled by the information) You're crazy. I'm not stupid enough to play for rackets money. SNYDER Not intentionally maybe, but that don't make no difference to Lonnegan. He'll swat you like any fly. HOOKER I'll square it with the fixer. SNYDER Nobody can buy you a prayer, if I put the finger on ya. Snyder lets go. Hooker sinks back against the wall. He says nothing; he's waiting for the price. SNYDER I figure your end of the score was at least 3 gees. I want 2 no matter what it was. HOOKER (lying) My end was only one. SNYDER (not taking the fake) Then you'll have to come up with another grand somewhere. Hooker is beat and he knows it. HOOKER All right. He reaches into his coat, pulls out a stack of bills and counts out $2000 to Snyder. Eirie looks on in amazement; he didn't think Hooker had it. SNYDER (pocketing the money and motioning his partner to put his gun away) You're a smart egg, Hooker. No use dyin' for 2 grand. Snyder and his policeman friend get in their car and start down the street. Hooker and Eirie walk nonchalantly in the other direction. EIRIE KID I thought you blew all your money. HOOKER I did. That stuff I gave him was counterfeit. They'll pinch him the first place he tries to spend it. Snyder and his partner disappear around a corner. Hooker suddenly takes off like a shot. INT. DRUGSTORE - NIGHT He runs into a drugstore and goes to the phone booth. There's already a woman in it. Hooker rips open the door and throws her out. Hurriedly, he begins to dial. EIRIE KID (standing outside the booth) What the hell you gonna do when Snyder rushes his finger right to Lonnegan? You're committin' suicide, kid. HOOKER (waiting for the ring) Aw Christ, it doesn't make no difference now. If Snyder knows about it so does everybody else. He never gets anything first...Damn, there's no answer at Luther's. EIRIE KID Listen to me, Hooker. What ever you do, don't go back to your place tonight, don't go anyplace you usually go, ya hear me? Get outa town or somethin', but... Hooker, still getting no answer, slams the phone down and blasts out of the booth. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Eirie chases him frantically, calling him to come back, but he's giving away too many years and there's no stopping Hooker at this point. CUT TO: EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SHOTS OF HOOKER Pumping down the street. EXT. LUTHER'S BROWNSTONE - NIGHT Hooker races into Luther's brownstone, charges up to the third floor. INT. LUTHER'S BROWNSTONE - NIGHT Hooker runs up through a small group of people on the stairs. He bursts into Luther's room, the door of which is already open. The room shows signs of a struggle, a turned-over chair, a broken lamp, but there is no Coleman. Hooker goes slowly to the window. He looks down into the courtyard and then suddenly sprints back out the door. As we hear him scrambling down the stairs, the camera dollies to the window and looks out. EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT There on the concrete below, face down, is the body of Luther Coleman. Hooker races out to it and kneels down. HOOKER (shaking the body) C'mon Luther, get up. You gotta get up, Luther. In the distance, sirens are heard. Heads are out of the windows and some people are starting to gather in the courtyard. HOOKER (CONT'D) Goddamn you, Luther, will you get up? (pounding on the body) I'm not waitin' for you, Luther. I'm not waitin' anymore. Get up, you son of a bitch. Goddamn you, Luther, goddamn. The sirens are close now, and Hooker tears himself away from Luther and runs. The others gather to look at the body. FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE SET-UP FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. THE TRAIN STATION - DAY We open on Hooker sleeping in some remote corner of the station, covered with newspapers for warmth, and barely distinguishable from the clutter of junk surrounding him. A station security officer, on his morning sweep, wanders by and delivers a terrific blow to the soles of Hooker's feet with a nightstick. Hooker jolts awake with a cry of pain, as the officer diffidently moves on toward another sleeping victim. Tired and sore from his night in the station, Hooker struggles to his feet and attempts to take stock of the situation. He tries to smooth the wrinkles out of his suit, but it's futile. A quick check of his wallet finds it as empty as he'd remembered it. CUT TO: THE STATION - GIFT SHOP - DAY Hooker walks in and goes to the toy section. He looks through several small novelties, till he finds what he's looking for a little tin replica of a policeman's badge. He looks around for station detectives, and seeing none, slips the badge into his pocket. CUT TO: THE STATION - WASHROOM - DAY Hooker rinses out his mouth, towels off his face and slicks his hair back with water. It's a drop in the bucket, but it seems to revitalize him a little. CUT TO: STATION - HALLWAY - DAY We see Hooker removing a sign from a door, but the angle prohibits us from reading it. INT. STATION - DAY He drops the sign in a waste can and walks out into the crowded passenger lobby. After scanning the area carefully for a minute, he goes up to a conservative young business man, who's busy reading the schedule board. HOOKER (flashing open his wallet to reveal the little tin badge and then closing it again quickly) Excuse me, sir. Treasury Dept... I'd like to ask you a few questions. MAN (flustered) What for? I haven't done anything. HOOKER We don't doubt that, but there's a counterfeiting operation passing bad money in the station. Have you made any purchases here today? MAN (reluctantly) Yes, a ticket to Chicago. HOOKER Then I'm afraid we'll have to impound your money until we're sure that it's all good. Can I see your wallet and your ticket, please? MAN (handing them over) But I got a train to make. HOOKER (taking out the money and returning the wallet) It'll only take 20 minutes or so. You can pick it up at the window down the hall. MAN But what about all these other people? HOOKER (blowing up) We'll get 'em! Give us a chance. I'm not the only agent in here, ya know. We go around advertising ourselves, how many counterfeiters do you think we'd catch, huh? (pointing to his suit) You think I'm wearin' this rag here 'cause I like it? Christ, everybody thinks life's a holiday or somethin' when you got a badge. (pouring it on) I been here since three this morning, Charlie, and I never knew there was so much ugliness in people. You try to help 'em and they spit on you. I shoulda let ya go and gotten yourself arrested for passin' false notes. The Businessman is totally shamed. MAN I'm sorry, really I am, but my train leaves in ten minutes. HOOKER All right, I'll give ya a break. (pointing to a hall) Down that hall there, there's an unmarked door on the left. Go on in there and wait at the window. I'll take this... (he holds up the money) ...in the back and run it through right away. We'll have you outta there in a couple minutes. MAN Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate this. HOOKER (with a little wave) Think nothin' of it. The man goes off down the hall, more than grateful to be given a break like this. Hooker heads for the "back". We follow the Man down the hall to the unmarked door. He strides on through to find himself face to face with a wall of busily flushing urinals. CUT TO: EXT. STATION - DAY - HOOKER Boarding the 8:10 for Chicago. CUT TO: INT. STATION - DAY The Man wandering up and down the hall, wondering how he could have missed that room. EXT. CHICAGO STREET - DAY The street runs along side an elevated train track. We pick up Hooker coming down the street, eating a hot dog he bought with the money he just earned in the train station. He appears to be looking for an address, referring every now and then to the piece of paper Luther gave him the night before. Finally he stops in front of an old three-story building which contains a carousel on the bottom 2 floors and what appear to be apartments on the third floor. He peers inside the big, sliding glass doors and seeing no sign of life, goes around to the side to look for a way in. A 35 year-old woman, Billie, appears in her bathrobe on the second floor landing and descends the stairs to get the morning paper. She's eating an apple. Although she has just gotten up and looks it, she has the presence of one who is probably quite striking at other hours. The sight of Hooker fazes her not at all. HOOKER Excuse me, I'm looking for a guy named Henry Gondorff. You know him? BILLIE (starting back up the stairs) No. HOOKER Luther Coleman sent me. Billie stops and comes back down the stairs. It's the first time she's stopped chewing. BILLIE (checking him out) You Hooker? HOOKER Yeh. BILLIE Why didn't you say so. I thought maybe you was a copper or somethin'. She goes to a side door and unlocks it. BILLIE It's the room in the back. He wasn't expecting you so soon though. Hooker's not quite sure what that means, but there's something about Billie that makes him know that you don't ask. INT. CAROUSEL - DAY Hooker walks past the now motionless carousel to the room in the back and knocks on the door. No answer. He gives the door a little push and it swings open. INT. GONDORFF'S ROOM - DAY The room inside if small and cluttered, consisting of a bed, a sink, and a bathroom, all covered by a layer of books, dirty clothes and beer bottles. Draped over a chair, fully dressed, but completely passed out is the one and only Henry Gondorff. HOOKER (to himself) The great Henry Gondorff. CUT TO: INT. A SHOWER - DAY Water blasting out of the fixture. We see Gondorff, still fully clothed, sitting in the bottom of the shower, the spray streaming off his face. An imposing figure, with deep set eyes and full beard, he just sits there stoically, looking like a soggy lumberjack. Hooker, sitting on the floor between the toilet and the sink, watches listlessly. Finally GONDORFF Turn the goddamn thing off, will ya. HOOKER You sober? GONDORFF I can talk, can't I? Hooker makes no move to get up. Gondorff struggles to his knees, turns off the water, and slumps back against the wall. The two men just look past each other a second. Down in the bottom. GONDORFF Glad to meet ya, kid. You're a real horse's ass. HOOKER Yeh, Luther said you could teach me something. I already know how to drink. Gondorff wipes his face with his hand. His mood softens a little. GONDORFF (quietly) I'm sorry about Luther. He was the best street worker I ever saw. HOOKER He had you down as a big-timer. What happened? GONDORFF Aw, I conned a Senator from Florida on a stocks deal. A real lop-ear. He thought he was gonna take over General Electric. Some Chantoozie woke him up, though, and he put the feds on me. HOOKER You mean you blew it. GONDORFF (pause) Luther didn't tell me you had a big mouth. HOOKER He didn't tell me you was a fuck- up, either. (Gondorff looks at him coldly) You played the Big Con since then. GONDORFF No, I lammed it around for a while while things cooled off. Philly, Denver, Baltimore, nuthin' towns. Hooker's disappointment is obvious. GONDORFF But don't kid yourself, friend, I still know how. Hooker nods, unconvinced. GONDORFF (getting up from the floor and emptying the water out of his pockets) You gonna stay for breakfast, or do you already know how to eat? HOOKER (tired) I picked something up on the way. GONDORFF (sensing something) Lonnegan after you, too? HOOKER I don't know. Haven't seen anybody. GONDORFF You never do, kid. We go to Hooker. He hadn't thought of that. EXT. A BEAUTIFUL OLD COLONIAL COUNTRY CLUB - LONG ISLAND - DAY Lonnegan, in plus fours and argyles sits on a bench as other members of his foursome tee off. Floyd comes up to him. FLOYD We got word from Chicago. They got one of the grifters last night. The nigger. LONNEGAN What about the other one? FLOYD They're still looking for him. LONNEGAN Who's got the contract? FLOYD Combs gave it to Reilly and Cole. LONNEGAN Hackers. FLOYD They staked out the other guy's place last night, but he never showed. They figure maybe he skipped town. You wanna follow 'em up? Lonnegan regards Floyd patiently and then pats the bench beside him. Floyd sits gingerly. LONNEGAN You see the guy in the red sweater over there? We cut to one of Lonnegan's foursome, a short, squat little Irishman in a red sweater. He was a good-time, friendly manner and a winning Irish smile. We like him immediately. LONNEGAN Name's Danny McCoy. No Neck McCoy we called him. Runs a few protection rackets for Carnello while he's waiting for something bigger to come along. Me and Danny been friends since we were six. Take a good look at that face, Floyd, cause if he ever finds out we let one lousy grifter beat us, you'll have to kill him and every other hood in Chicago who'd like to do the same thing. You understand what I'm sayin'? FLOYD Yes sir. LONNEGAN Good lad. Lonnegan is called to the tee by one of his foursome. He exchanges a friendly smile with McCoy and belts the ball down the fairway. CUT TO: INT. THE CAROUSEL AGAIN - DAY Gondorff, dried off now and in a new set of clothes, is pulling up the shades of the large facing windows of the carousel building. The morning light pours in, illuminating fully for the first time the ornate merry-go-round and its massive oaken horses. Hooker watches him go about his business. Billie calls down from the mezzanine which surrounds the carousel. BILLIE You feeling all right this morning, Henry? GONDORFF Fine, Billie. BILLIE You mind opening the round a little early today? We got some business coming in before hours. Gondorff waves okay. GONDORFF (to Hooker) Great little countess, that Billie. Runs a good house up there, too. One of the few left that Luciano doesn't own. Gondorff walks around on the carousel, checking straps, bearing and poles. Hooker follows him. HOOKER (getting impatient) Gondorff, you gonna teach me the Big Con or not? GONDORFF (on his back, checking underneath one of the horses) You didn't act much like you wanted to learn it. HOOKER I wanna play for Lonnegan. GONDORFF (getting up) You know anything about him? HOOKER (exploding) Yeh, he croaked Luther. What else do I gotta know. Gondorff just sits tight and waits for him to cool off. HOOKER (waving Gondorff off, embarrassed at his own outburst) Aw right, he runs the numbers outta the south side. GONDORFF (going over to start the machinery) And a packing company, a chain of Savings and Loans and half the politicians in Chicago and New York. There ain't a fix in the world gonna cool him out if he blows on ya. HOOKER I'll take him anyway. GONDORFF (whirling on him) Why? HOOKER (like steel) 'Cause I don't know enough about killin' to kill him. It's the right answer. Gondorff didn't know it himself until now. GONDORFF You can't do it alone, ya know. It takes a mob of guys like you and enough money to make 'em look good. HOOKER We'll get by without 'em. GONDORFF This isn't like playin' winos on the street. You gotta do more than outrun the guy. HOOKER (incensed) I never played for winos. GONDORFF (going right on, ignoring Hooker's remark) You gotta keep Lonnegan's con, even after you spent his money. And no matter how much you take from his, he'll get more. HOOKER You're sacred of 'em, aren't ya? GONDORFF Right down to my socks, turkey. If I'da been half as scared a that lop-ear, I wouldn't a fallen asleep on 'em. Lonnegan might kill me, but at least he won't bore me to death. HOOKER Then you'll do it? GONDORFF If I can find a mob that'll risk it. But no matter what happens, I don't want you comin' back to me halfway through and sayin' it's not enough... cause it's all you got. Hooker nods. Gondorff switches on the carousel and steps back to admire his handiwork. The carousel makes a grinding sound, does a few lurches and stops cold. CUT TO: Music begins and we are into a short: MONTAGE SEQUENCE Detailing the arrival of the others three members of Gondorff's "mob." Throughout, Gondorff wears the fedora hat which is his trademark. We begin with A tall, good-looking man, Kid Twist, making his way through the railway station. Impeccably dressed and carrying a small suitcase, he combs the terrain carefully with his eyes. Finally he catches a glimpse of the thing he's been looking for. It's Gondorff, standing by a newsstand. Gondorff makes a quick snubbing motion on his nose as if flicking off a gnat. This is known among con men as the "office." Twist returns the sign with a barely discernible smile as he walks on by. Con men rarely acknowledge each other openly in public, but it's obvious that these two are glad to see each other. CUT TO: INT. BARBER SHOP - DAY Hooker in, having his hair cut and his nails manicured. Gondorff gives instructions to the barber. CUT TO: INT. HABERDASHERY - DAY Hooker is modeling a new suit in front of a mirror. He doesn't look too pleased, but Gondorff peels out a bankroll anyway. CUT TO: EXT. HOTEL - DAY A pair of white spats stepping off a bus. We follow them into a: INT. HOTEL LOBBY Where we tilt up to reveal J.J. Singleton, the most flamboyant of the bunch. On his way to the check-in desk, he silently exchanges the "office" with Gondorff, who is sitting on a lounge reading the paper. CUT TO: INT. APARTMENT - DAY Hooker being shown into a small apartment room by an old woman. It consists of a bed, a table and a sink. Hooker nods his acceptance to the woman and gives her a bill. He takes another look around the room and decides to go out somewhere, but first he wedges a small piece of paper between the door and the jamb, about an inch off the floor. CUT TO: INT. A BIG METROPOLITAN BANK - DAY We hold on a slight, bespectacled teller, Eddie Niles, in the process of counting a large deposit. Niles is all business; if he's ever smiled, no one knows about it. He glances up for a second and sees Gondorff "officing" him from across the bank. Without a word he shoves the money he's been counting back into the hands of a startled customer, abruptly closes up his window, flips his identification tag on the manager's desk and walks out of the bank. CUT TO: INT. AN UPSTAIRS ROOM OF THE CAROUSEL BUILDING - NIGHT This room has obviously been relegated to the status of the storage room. It contains the water heater, mops and brooms, old bed springs, etc. In the middle of the room a space has been cleared for a table, around which are seated Hooker, Gondorff, Niles, Singleton and Twist. Gondorff is in his T-shirt, but still wears his hat. Kid Twist is in a suit as usual. The room is illuminated by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. TWIST (showing Hooker photographs of three men) These are Combs' favorite torpedoes. Riley and Cole. We recognize Riley and Cole as the two guys who got into Mottola's cab. TWIST They do most of the small jobs, but Lonnegan might not wanna use 'em on you 'cause they're kinda messy. No class. We go to Hooker. He's real grateful. Billie, wearing an evening dress, enters the room and begins gathering up the empty beer mugs on the table. TWIST We got reason to believe Riley was the guy who hit Luther. But if you see either one of these two, find yourself a crowd, or take 'em someplace you know you can handle 'em. GONDORFF But most of all let us know. If they got a hit on you, we gotta fold up the con. You're too exposed. You got that? Hooker nods, but we know he hasn't really got that. HOOKER You sure it'll be one of these two? TWIST No. They're just the only ones we know of. Billie has finished gathering the mugs, and leaves the room with them. We follow her down the hall and into the: RECEIVING ROOM OF HER BROTHEL Carousel music filters up from the arcade below. The room has a bar along one wall and the rest of the space is taken up by tables and couches. It's a comfortable place, but not opulent. Some of the girls sit patiently on the couches, others play canasta at the tables. Most of the men are at the bar, fortifying themselves for the task at hand. Billie comes over to the bar. BILLIE (to the bartender) Set me up five more beers, will ya Danny. As Danny goes to fill the mugs, Billie's eyes fix on a man at the end of the bar. We move to reveal Snyder, intently scanning the room, as if he'd lost a dancing partner in the crush. Not finding what he wants, he comes down the bar to Billie. SNYDER You the owner here? BILLIE That's right. SNYDER (flipping out his badge) Lieutenant Snyder. Bunco. BILLIE Joliet badge, Snyder. Don't cut much up here. SNYDER (trying to ignore her remark) I'm lookin' for a guy on the lam from a counterfeiting rap. Thought he mighta come in here. BILLIE Don't think so. I know everybody in the place and I always bounce the lamsters. SNYDER All right if I look around your lobby? BILLIE No, but you're welcome to a free beer before you go. Billie grabs a bottle of beer, pours some in a shot glass and pushes it over to Snyder. He ignores the gesture. SNYDER (with controlled force) I don't really need your permission. We go to Billie. She knew that when he came in. CUT TO: THE STORAGE ROOM AGAIN The discussion continues. Hooker, a bit out of his depth here, listens and stays silent. SINGLETON Lonnegan's a fast egg, Henry. He's not gonna sit still for a standard play. GONDORFF Everybody'll sit still for somethin'. What did ya find out about the train, Eddie? NILES He's been taking the 8:10 Century Limited outa New York on Friday and getting in here early Saturday morning. He usually stays a day to check on his policy operations, and then flies back. GONDORFF Wonder why he doesn't fly both ways. NILES The porters say he runs a braced card game in one of the cars. $100 minimum, straight poker. Last time he pulled in here ten grand heavier than he left New York. GONDORFF Fancies himself a gambler, huh? TWIST Lotta plungers ride that train just to play him. GONDORFF (breaking into a smile) See J.J., he's slowly down already. CUT TO: THE RECEIVING ROOM AGAIN Snyder has completed his inspection of the "lobby" and found nothing. Danny, meanwhile, has set up the five beers on a tray. SNYDER Which way are the rooms? BILLIE Who told ya this guy was in here? SNYDER Nobody. I just know what kinda women he likes. I'm gonna check all the joyhouses till I find him. BILLIE Maybe I could help ya if ya told me his name. SNYDER I think I'll keep that to myself. Which way are the rooms? BILLIE Right through there. But I wouldn't go in there if I were you. (picks up the tray) SNYDER (snidely) What are ya gonna do, call the cops? BILLIE I don't have to. You'll be bustin' in on the Chief of Police just up the hall. (she exits with the drinks) Snyder is stopped cold. He calls after her. SNYDER Keep your nose clean, lady. He can't spend all his time here. CUT TO: THE STORAGE ROOM AGAIN Billie comes over to Gondorff and whispers in his ear, while the others talk. His eyes flick momentarily to Hooker. SINGLETON I think we ought to play him on the Rag. It's the tightest game we got, and it's not all over the papers yet. NILES No good, J.J. You're not gonna con stocks to a banker. Lonnegan's too smart for that. TWIST What are you going to do, con the payoff to a gambler? SNYDER Twist is right. It won't work. Gondorff has nodded to Billie and now rejoins the conversation. She serves the others beer. GONDORFF We'll use the wire. Never known a gambler who wouldn't like to beat the ponies. NILES The wire is ten years outa date. GONDORFF That's why he won't know it. SINGLETON I'm not sure I know it. GONDORFF We'll give him the hook on the train, and play him here. You think I can get in that poker game, Eddie? NILES All you gotta do is show up with some money and look like a fool. GONDORFF I also gotta win. He looks at Hooker. There is a challenge in their book. Gondorff smiles broadly, then casually, to them all. GONDORFF By the way, any of you guys been passing off any green goods lately? We go around the table. No reply. GONDORFF Billie, if that Dick comes in again, stall him till I can get a look at him. And let me pay ya for these beers. BILLIE What are you talking about? It's on the house. GONDORFF (pulling out a $5 bill) Naw, I want ya to have this. He hitches up Billie's skirt, and puts the bill in her garter. GONDORFF Don't look at it till ya go to bed though or it'll turn to paper. Billie smiles and leaves the room. INT. HALLWAY She walks halfway down the hall and stops. She can't wait. Lifting up her skirt, she finds that the five has indeed turned to paper. As she breaks into laughter and continues on down the hall, we: FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE HOOK FADE OUT. FADE IN: EXT. A SUNKEN ALLEY - DAY Actually little more than a service area between two apartment buildings. Niles, Kid Twist, and a middle-aged black man, named Benny Garfield, enter the alley with an old man and follow him down a stairwell to a subterranean basement. A faded sign above the door says Stenner's Billiards. We follow them inside to a: INT. A LARGE BARREN ROOM - DAY An office comes off it at one end. Judging from the fluorescent lights overhead and the scattered cue racks which still hang tenuously on the walls, the place, indeed, used to be a pool hall. Niles and Garfield go all the way to the back, while Twist stays near the front with the old man. NILES Looks all right. It's big enough and off the street. GARFIELD I don't know. This is kinda short notice. I'm not sure we can get it all done by Saturday. NILES Got to. Gondorff's ridin' the mark in from New York on the Century. Garfield thinks it over a little. He's taking another look at the place. We go to Twist and the old man by the door. TWIST We'll take it. (pointing through the door) You manage the building at the end of the alley? OLD MAN (with pride) For fifteen years. TWIST I'll need a room over there that faces this way. How much a week? OLD MAN Only rents by the month. Two hundred and fifty for the two of them. TWIST (pulling out his wallet) This is the last time I expect to see you down here. OLD MAN (watching the bills being counted into his hand) Never heard of the place. We go back to Niles and Garfield. GARFIELD Been a while since I stocked a wire store. Not many mobs playing that anymore. NILES All we need is the bookie setup for now. We'll worry about the telegraph office later. GARFIELD All right, I'll rent ya everything I got in the warehouse for two grand. That'll give ya phones, cages, blackboards and ticker gear. You supply the guys to move 'em. If you want a counter and bar, that's another grand. I don't know where the hell I'm gonna get 'em though. NILES C'mon, you can do better than that. We ain't no heel grifters. GARFIELD You want the stuff tomorrow or don't ya? It's gonna take hours just to clean it up. (pause) Besides, Gondorff's still a hot item. Where am I gonna be if he gets hit? NILES Just give us what ya can, Benny. We'll send a truck down. Twist has rejoined them by now. TWIST (to Garfield) You wanna work flat rate or percentage? GARFIELD Who's the mark? TWIST Doyle Lonnegan. GARFIELD Flat rate. CUT TO: INT. A NEW YORK TRAIN STATION - DAY We pick up Doyle Lonnegan, accompanied by two bodyguards and Floyd, making his way through the station. He stops at a cigar counter to buy some cigarettes, and we reveal Gondorff and Hooker sitting on their suitcases on the other side of the room. GONDORFF (eyes fixed on Lonnegan) Guy in the blue pinstripe and grey fedora. Hooker looks and finally spots him in the crowd. We go back to Lonnegan, as he moves off from the cigar counter, toward his train. Hooker watches him with the intensity of one gazing on a religious object. HOOKER He's not as tough as he'd like to think. GONDORFF (picking up his suitcase) Neither are we. CUT TO: EXT. TRAIN Lonnegan and his retainers getting on the train. Two cars down the line, we see Hooker and Gondorff boarding also. On his way in, Gordorff takes the conductor aside. GONDORFF I hear there's a friendly poker game on this train tonight. You know anything about that? CONDUCTOR A little. GONDORFF You think you could get me in that game? CONDUCTOR I don't know. There's usually a waiting list. Gondorff flashes a $50 bill. CONDUCTOR (loosening up a bit) That'll get you first alternate, sir. Gondorff pulls out another fifty. CONDUCTOR (taking the money) I'll see what I can do. CUT TO: INT. A BASEMENT BAR - EARLY EVENING Kid Twist enters and threads his way through the maze of tables to a door at the back of the building. A large bull of a man is stationed there, obviously to discourage those who don't have credentials to enter. Twist is not such a man. TWIST (going right on through) How ya doin', Lacey. LACEY (innocently pleased for one so menacing) Good to see ya again, Twist. INT. ANOTHER ROOM - EARLY EVENING Inside is another room, this one much better lit than the outer one. There are only three tables in here, around which are seated the elite of the Con World. Twist is enthusiastically greeted by Duke Boudreau, a large, rotund man whose stylish dress and authoritative manner mark him as a powerful figure in this group. BOUDREAU Twist! When did you get back in town? TWIST Coupla days ago. I'm workin' a big one with Gondorff on the North Side. The two men sit down together, apart from the others. TWIST Listen Duke, we're setting up a wire store. I need a twenty man boost right away. BOUDREAU I got twenty or so in here tonight. Take your pick. TWIST These guys have gotta be the quill, Duky. We can't afford to rank the joint. BOUDREAU (to one of his assistants) Get me the sheet, Jake. Let's see who's in town. CUT TO: THE OUTER PART OF THE BAR AGAIN A silhouetted figure appears in the entrance doorway. The word "chill" races from table to table and the place falls still. The bartender pushes a button behind the bar and a buzzer goes off in the back room. Boudreau gets up from his table and opens a small viewing port in the door. The silhouetted figure is now walking slowly past the silent tables. It's Snyder and he's checking out every face in the place. BOUDREAU Twist, you know this guy? TWIST (taking a look through the viewing port) No. Never saw him before. He's a dick, though. Snyder walks all the way to the back, and then retraces his route. About halfway back, he stops at one of the tables, recognizing a grifter he knows. It's the Eirie Kid. EIRIE KID Hello, Snyder. What are you doin' up here? SNYDER I'm on vacation. You seen your friend lately? EIRIE KID Yeh, he packed it in and enrolled in detective school. Snyder, in no mood for jokes, grabs Eirie by the hair and slams his face into the table. Eirie just stays there; he knows it doesn't pay to assault a detective. Twist is watching all this intently from the viewing port. SNYDER You see him, you tell him to pay his debts before I get him. Eirie raises his head slowly, but says nothing. There is a slight trickle of blood from his nose. Snyder turns and walks slowly out of the bar. When he is a safe distance down the street, the chatter and drinking resume. CUT TO: THE INSIDE ROOM AGAIN Twist gives an all clear signal and returns to the table where he and Boudreau were talking. Boudreau reads from a list of names. Twist listens with a certain preoccupation. He's still thinking about the little confrontation he just witnessed. BOUDREAU Paltrow, Sterling, Furey, and the Big Alabama are in from New Orleans. Fiskin and the Boone Kid from Denver, and Phillips, Barnett and Limehouse Chappie from New York. Those and the guys outside should give ya 30 or so to choose from. TWIST Good, have 'em down at Stenner's old Pool Hall before 3:00. We're gonna run through the route tonight. BOUDREAU Okay, Twist, but you know if this blows up, I can't do ya no good downtown. Gondorff is Federal. TWIST Don't worry about it, pal. CUT TO: EXT. SPEEDING PASSENGER TRAIN - NIGHT Ripping through an open stretch between New York and Chicago. CUT TO: INT. TRAIN - NIGHT Singleton is walking down a passageway and stops at a door and goes in. INT. GONDORFF'S COMPARTMENT - NIGHT Gondorff is rapidly shuffling cards to four empty places. He is alone. He looks up as Singleton enters. SINGLETON You in? GONDORFF Yeh, I think so. I gave the kay- ducer a C-note. You find out the deck? SINGLETON He usually plays with a Royal or a Cadenza. (handing him two sealed decks) I got you one of each. He likes to cold deck low, 8's or 9's. GONDORFF Nice work, J.J. Singleton slips out as Gondorff unpeels the packs. INT. TRAIN - NIGHT We pick up Lonnegan coming out of his compartment, flanked by only one bodyguard and Floyd. He starts through the passenger section toward the compartment where the poker game will be held. Suddenly a drunken woman comes staggering around the corner and bumps into him. They grapple a moment and Lonnegan pushes her away in disgust. WOMAN (sloppy drunk) Keep your mitts off me, ya big lug. If I'da wanted you handlin' me I woulda asked ya. Lonnegan ignores her and proceeds down the passageway. As the woman proceeds in the other direction between passengers, we see it is Billie. She drops something on a seat beside a passenger. A hand reaches to pick it up. It is Lonnegan's wallet and it is Hooker who picks it up. Hooker waits a moment, then stands and goes in the direction Lonnegan has taken. He passes by the open door to the card room, hesitating only slightly to hear the greetings exchanged inside before the door is shut. Then he continues on into the next car. He turns into Gondorff's compartment. CUT TO: INT. GONDORFF'S COMPARTMENT - NIGHT Gondorff is still practicing. He looks up as Hooker enters and tosses him the wallet. HOOKER She got him clean. He hasn't missed it. Gondorff nods, takes the money out, counts it. GONDORFF Fifteen grand. Looks like he's expecting a big night. He takes out his own wallet and puts the money in it, and tosses the empty wallet back to Hooker, and resumes his shuffling and dealing. Hooker sits back silently and watches him. HOOKER He's waitin' for you in the card room. GONDORFF Let him wait. As he deals, on the second pass he attempts to cut from the bottom, muffs it completely and sprays half the deck on the table. Hooker regards him steadily as he gathers them back up. Gondorff finally meets his gaze. GONDORFF You just worry about your end, kid. HOOKER If we ever get to it. CUT TO: INT. THE POKER ROOM - NIGHT A specially outfitted compartment with a table and chairs in the middle and leather cushions around the outside for kibitzers. Lonnegan and 3 other players are already there and seated. They're getting slightly impatient. LONNEGAN (to the Conductor) Where the hell is this guy? CONDUCTOR I don't know. He said he'd be here. CUT TO: GONDORFF'S CABIN AGAIN Gondorff is standing in front of the mirror dressing. He grabs up a clean white shirt and rumples it up in his hands. He then picks up a half-full bottle of bourbon. Hooker gives him a disapproving look. Gondorff smiles and pats some on his face. CUT TO: THE POKER ROOM AGAIN Everybody's itchy now. LONNEGAN All right, let's start without him. Mr. Clemens, give me the cards. The Conductor hands him a sealed deck. As he begins to open it, Gordoff comes into the room, coatless, rumpled, unshaven and looking slightly tipsy. The others at the table, all men of high school or financial standing, are somewhat put off. GONDORFF Sorry I'm late boys. I was takin' a crap. This bit of grossness does little to improve his image. CONDUCTOR (making the introductions; referring first to Gondorff) Mr. Shaw is a bookmaker from Chicago. Mr. Shaw, meet Mr. Clayton from Pittsburgh, Mr. Jameson, Chicago, Mr. Lonnegan, New York and Mr. Lombard, Philadelphia. Gondorff nods and takes a seat, none too gracefully. CONDUCTOR Straight poker, gentlemen. 100 dollar minimum, table stakes. We assume you're good for your debts. LONNEGAN (shuffling the cards) Mr. Shaw, we usually require a tie at this table. If you don't have one, we can get ya one. GONDORFF Yeh, that'd be real nice of ya, Mr. Lonneman. LONNEGAN (irritated) Lonnegan. He begins to deal, obviously not pleased that his evening seems to be peopled with drunks. CUT TO: EXT. THE SUNKEN ALLEY - NIGHT A truck is now parked at the end of the alley, and several workmen are busy unloading it. One group carries a large blackboard; others have boxes of glasses, ash tray stands, furniture, etc. Take several cuts. CUT TO: INSIDE THE ONCE-VACANT POOL HALL Now a blaze of activity. We take several cuts of workmen papering the walls, tacking down carpet, putting in new light fixtures, painting signs, all under the supervision of Niles. From now on, we will refer to the pool hall as the store. Back in the office, Kid Twist is "interviewing" one by one, a group of con men lined up outside the office door. A gray-haired old buzzard, Curly Jackson, approaches the table which is serving Twist as a desk. Curly is practically in rags and has several days growth on his face. He wears a little beret which he takes off to address Twist. CURLY Name's Curly Jackson. I worked for Gad Bryan outa Baltimore. TWIST You ever played the Wire, Curly? CURLY Used to rope for it long ago. I can shill, mark board, anything you want. I don't run with riffraff and I only drink on weekends. (affecting an English accent) Me specialty is an Englishman. Twist is taken with the man, despite his appearance. TWIST All right, Curly, you're in. We got a rack of suits over there. Get yourself a nice tweed one. CURLY (exiting) That's all right. I got all my own stuff. CUT TO: THE CARD GAME AGAIN Gondorff and Lonnegan have most of the chips. Lonnegan is slightly ahead. Gondorff has made a token attempt to wear the provided tie, having tied it in a knot around his neck, but not having bothered to put it under his collar. He has a shot glass and a bottle next to him, from which he has been drinking heavily. He and Lonnegan are the only ones left in this hand. LONNEGAN (throwing chips in) Raise 500. GONDORFF (likewise) See ya and raise three. LONNEGAN (more chips) See and raise five. GONDORFF Five and call. Lonnegan lays down his hand, a solid two pair. Gondoroff turns out three tens. Lonnegan is beat. GONDORFF Tough luck, Lonnihan, but that's what you get for playin' with your head up your ass. Couple more like that and we can all go to bed early, huh boys. Lonnegan burns, and the "boys" have no comment. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - NIGHT The work is still progressing. We see two workmen installing a ticket tape machine in a secluded area of the store. GARFIELD We bought ya a tap into Moe Anenberg's wire. He's got eyes at every track in the country. You'll get race results, odds, scratches, pole positions, everything; and just as fast as Western Union gets 'em. NILES Does J.J. know how to use this thing? GARFIELD All he's gotta do is read. We go to Kid Twist, still conducting interviews in the office. A young, rather sullen man, Buck Duff, steps to the table. DUFF Buck Duff. I was in Maxwell's boost in Troy. TWIST You the Duff that didn't come up with his end when Little Jeff was sent up? DUFF Wasn't no problem a mine. TWIST He was a con man, wasn't he? DUFF He was a tear-off rat. He got what he deserved. No sense helpin' pay his bills. TWIST (like ice) Shove off, Duff. Duff stands there a second and then slouches away from the table. He stops however, by the door. The next man up is the Eirie Kid. Twist knows he's seen him somewhere before. EIRIE KID (nervous as hell) Names's Joe Eirie. Twist waits for more, but it's not coming. TWIST You played for any particular mobs? EIRIE KID No. TWIST You know the Wire at all? EIRIE KID No...I never played no Big Con before. But Luther Coleman was a friend a mine. I thought maybe there was something I could do. TWIST (pointing to Eirie slightly swollen nose) You get that nose in Duke Boudreau's tonight? Eirie nods a reluctant "yes." TWIST You got moxie, Eirie. Get yourself a suit. Eirie is so happy, he can barely blurt out a thank you. Buck Duff, enraged that Twist would hire a total amateur, turns in disgust and strides vengefully out of the store. CUT TO: THE CARD GAME AGAIN The room is dense with smoke now, and the players are feeling the heat. Gondorff has his white shirt open, revealing a stained T-shirt underneath. The bottle next to him is almost empty. He sneezes and wipes his nose with the tie Lonnegan gave him. The chips are now about equally divided between Gondorff and Lonnegan. The others are losing badly. GONDORFF Raise 300. LONNEGAN Pass. JAMESON (throwing in his last few chips) Raise 200. GONDORFF Two and call. Jameson lays down two pair. Gondorff has a flush. Gondorff rakes in the chips, which now put him ahead of Lonnegan. JAMESON Well, I'm out. GONDORFF Don't worry about it, pal. Lemongan here wouldn'ta let you in the game if you weren't a chump. LONNEGAN (getting to his feet) I've had enough of your lip, Shaw. Gondorff grabs the whiskey bottle next to him, breaks it against the table and waves the jagged end in Lonnegan's face. GONDORFF (barely able to stand up) Just take it easy there, Larrabee. Jameson and the conductor step in between. JAMESON Let's take a break for a couple minutes and cool off. Lonnegan storms out of the room, followed by Floyd and Bodyguard. INT. SMOKING ROOM We pick up Lonnegan coming down the passageway to enter the smoking room. LONNEGAN (to his assistant) I've had it with that bum, Floyd. Stack me a cooler. FLOYD (trying to settle him down) You've only been playin three hours, Doyle. LONNEGAN (not to be pacified) I don't care. Load me a deck. Set it up for threes and nines. I'll cut it in on his deal. FLOYD (taking a deck and beginning to sort it) What do ya want the others to get? LONNEGAN Nothin'. They gotta be outa there early. I'm gonna bust that bastard in one play. CUT TO: INT. THE POKER ROOM AGAIN - NIGHT A pair of hands shuffling. We pull back to reveal that they're Gondorff's. He passes the deck to Lonnegan to be cut and turns to pen a new whiskey bottle. Lonnegan takes the deck and in one lightning motion substitutes a new deck, while making it look like he's cutting the old one. Gondorff picks up the deck and begins to deal. As the hand is picked up, we see that Gondorff has four threes, Lonnegan four nines, and everybody else has nothing. CLAYTON (opening the bidding) Fold. LONNEGAN 250. GONDORFF Raise 1,000. LONNEGAN Raise 500. Gondorff looks at Lonnegan very carefully for a second. Lonnegan meets his stare. GONDORFF (slowly) Raise 2,000. The spectators shift a little. It's the biggest bet of the night. LONNEGAN See and raise 1,000. GONDORFF (taking it to him) Raise 5,000. Lonnegan fingers his remaining chips. He knows he's won, but he wants to bleed it for every bit of suspense. LONNEGAN (going for broke) See, and raise the rest. Lonnegan pushes in the rest of his chips. Gondorff, who is only required to match Lonnegan's total, throws in all his too. It's a showdown. GONDORFF Call. Lonnegan puts down his four nines. Gondorff just stares at them a second, lets out a deep sigh and lays down four jacks. Lonnegan is aghast. This just can't be. He glances at Floyd, who can do nothing but sit there with his mouth open. GONDORFF (raking in the chips) Well that's all for me tonight, boys. I'm gonna leave ya some cab fare. The other players look at each other in disgust, and reach for their wallets, all of which are well stocked. GONDORFF (to Lonnegan) You owe me 15 grand, pal. Lonnegan, with a stare that could kill, reaches for his wallet. Suddenly the stare goes soft. He tries a few more pockets. No soap. LONNEGAN (getting up to get it) I guess I left it in my room. GONDORFF (blowing up) What! Don't give me that crap you little weenie. How do I know you ain't gonna take a powder. (waving his wallter, which is full of Lonnegan's money) You come to a game like this, you bring your money. Lonnegan, having had all he can take, goes for Gondorff, but is restrained by the conductor. GONDORFF All right, buddy, I'm gonna send a boy by your room in five minutes, and you better have that jack, or it's gonna be all over Chicago that your name ain't worth a dime. Gondorff stalks out of the room. We pick him up coming down the passageway to his compartment. INT. GONDORFF'S COMPARTMENT The drunkenness has vanished. We follow him into his cabin, where Hooker is waiting anxiously. HOOKER How'd ya do? GONDORFF (modestly) Well we got some workin' money anyway. Gondorff tosses his winnings on the table. GONDORFF (big smile) Okay, kid, you're on. But I gotta tell ya, its a hard act to follow. CUT TO: INT. LONNEGAN'S CABIN - NIGHT Lonnegan sits in a chair smoking, obviously still upset. Floyd paces in front of him. FLOYD I know I give him four threes. We can't let him get away with that. LONNEGAN What am I supposed to do? Call him for cheating better than me? There's a knock at the door. Floyd goes and opens it. It's Hooker. HOOKER My name's Carver. Mr. Shaw sent me. Floyd motions him in without a word. LONNEGAN Your boss is quite a card player, Carver. How does he do it? HOOKER (very matter-of-factly) He cheats. Lonnegan says nothing. He doesn't like smart asses. He looks Hooker over a second, as if considering whether to have him wasted or not. LONNEGAN (reaching into his coat pocket) He'll have to take a check. (pulling out a check) I couldn't find my wallet. HOOKER Yeh, he knows that. LONNEGAN (startled) What do you mean? HOOKER (pulling out Lonnegan's wallet and tossing it to him) He hired a dame to take it from ya. Lonnegan just holds the wallet. He can't believe it. HOOKER You were set up, Lonnegan. Shaw's been planning to beat your game for months. He was just waiting for you to cheat him so he could clip ya. LONNEGAN (the heat rising) I could have you put under this train for this, errand boy. HOOKER (cool as hell) So could Shaw. LONNEGAN Then why the rat? HOOKER Cause I'm tired of bein' his nigger. (pause) I want you to help me break him. Lonnegan looks at Hooker long and hard, as if the intensity of his gaze could separate truth from fiction. Lonnegan hadn't expected this, but now that it's here, it better be on the level. The silence is suddenly broken by the noise of the train braking into the station. LONNEGAN (to Hooker) C'mon, I'll give ya a lift home. Hooker hesitates, not sure whether to accept or not. LONNEGAN What's the matter? You gotta get back to Shaw? HOOKER Naw, he picked up some jane in the bar. Can't see him till morning anyway. LONNEGAN All right, then. CUT TO: INT. LONNEGAN'S CAR - NIGHT Driving through the city, the driver and Floyd in front, Hooker and Lonnegan in back. Hooker glances out the window from time to time, just to make sure they're really going to his place. LONNEGAN Why me? Shaw probably has lotsa enemies to choose from. HOOKER I need somebody respectable...but not completely legit. What I'm gonna do isn't very legal. LONNEGAN (insulted) I'm a banker, friend. That's legit in this state. HOOKER All you gotta do is place a bet for me at Shaw's place. I'll supply all the money and the information. Lonnegan is listening, but you'd never know it. HOOKER If you help me out, I'll pay ya back the money you owe Shaw, myself. LONNEGAN That's worth fifteen grand to ya? HOOKER Maybe a couple million. We go to Lonnegan. He's still not talking, but that last phrase has registered. EXT. HOOKER'S PLACE The car pulls up in front of Hooker's place. LONNEGAN You're dreamin', kid. HOOKER (getting out) 660 Marshall Street. Tomorrow at 12:30, if you're interested. LONNEGAN (diffidently) If I'm not there by quarter of, I'm not coming. Hooker nods and walks up the steps to his apartment building. Lonnegan's car speeds away from the curb and on out of sight. Hooker breathes a sigh of relief. He's passed his first test; or has he? We follow him up the stairs to his room. INT. HOOKER'S APARTMENT He's just about to unlock the door, when he notices the little piece of paper he left in the door is on the floor. Without the slightest hesitation, Hooker leaps over the bannister and races back down the stairs. Two gunmen, Riley and Cole, burst out of his room and fire at him over the railing, but he's already too far down. Riley and Cole give chase. CUT TO: THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING Riley and Cole barrel out of the building and onto the sidewalk. There is an empty bus stopped at a light, but they find no sign of Hooker. As the light changes, we cut to the other side of the bus, where we see Hooker crouched on the rear wheel housing, hanging on to a vent. He's a little shaken, but most of all, he's still alive. We hold on him, as the bus moves off. GONDORFF (V.O.) Everything go all right? HOOKER (V.O.) (lying) Yeh, it was easy. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - NIGHT Hooker and Gondorff are sitting alone in the back office while the work goes on outside. Their conversation continues. GONDORFF No signs of trouble? HOOKER What do ya mean? GONDORFF You know, somebody tailin' ya. A torpedo or somethin'. HOOKER (wanting to get off the subject) No, not a thing. Gondorff has his doubts, but lets them ride. CUT TO: OTHER PARTS OF THE STORE We concentrate on some of the fine details, i.e. Garfield explaining how the ticker will read out to Singleton and Billie; Curly Jackson showing a younger con man how to mark the odds board properly. GONDORFF (V.O.) How 'bout Lonnegan? HOOKER (V.O.) I gave him the breakdown just like ya told me to. GONDORFF (V.O.) And? HOOKER (V.O.) He threatened to kill me. GONDORFF (V.O.) Hell, they don't do that and you know you're not gettin' through to 'em. We concentrate on Niles, who's making up the "boodles" or fake bankrollls. He puts a real $100 bill on the bottom, then two inches of cut green paper on top, and then another $100 bill on top of that, so that it looks like he has a whole stack of $100 bills. The bundle is then bound with a sealed label, like those used in banks, that says $10,000. We see that he has already made several of these bundles. HOOKER (V.O.) Then he drove me home. He tried to put himself away as legit, so I went right into the pitch. GONDORFF (V.O.) Did he hold you up on anything? HOOKER (V.O.) Naw, he just sat there and listened. I don't know if he bought it or not. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE Twist in the middle of the room giving a route to the Eirie Kid. He shows him where to get his drink at the bar, where to sit and finally how to leap up and throw his racing form down in disgust. GONDORFF (V.O.) That's all right. Once they start listening, they're in trouble. Just don't give him more than he asks for. If you rattle his imagination a little, he'll come up with all the right answers himself. But all he's gotta do is catch you in one lie and you're dead. CUT TO: HOOKER AND GONDORFF IN THE STORE OFFICE AGAIN They both look tired. HOOKER You think he'll show? GONDORFF Did he say he wouldn't? HOOKER No. GONDORFF (softly) He'll show. FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE TALE FADE OUT. FADE IN: WE OPEN ON A WIDE SHOT OF THE ALLEY OUTSIDE THE STORE At first it appears to be deserted, but we move to reveal a figure in an upper window of the apartment building which forms one side of the alley. It's Kid Twist. His eyes roam the street, for what, we do not yet know. CUT TO: INT. AN OLD DRUGSTORE ACROSS FROM THE ALLEY - DAY Probably prosperous at one time, it has since declined, its large fountain and eating area bow host to two bums and Hooker, who sits alone in a rear booth near the telephone. Dressed in a tuxedo, he nurses a cup of coffee, and anxiously alternates his glances between the clock and the empty street outside. It's 12:52. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - DAY The place is full of people, although we avoid long shot so as not to give away the room as a whole yet. Instead, we concentrate on the tense, waiting faces of some of the more familiar people: Gondorff and Niles in tuxedos behind a barred cashier's area. Gondorff mutilates a piece of gum in his mouth. Niles just stares out into space cracking his knuckles. GONDORFF Eddie, cut that out, will ya. The boardmarker walking nervously back and forth in front of his odds board, checking every letter and number. He stops to cross a T on one of the horses' names. It was already crossed, but he does it again anyway. Billie and Singleton, in an area hidden from the rest of the room, watching the print-out on the ticker machine. The clicking of the ticker is the only sound we hear in the store. Curly Jackson in front of a mirror, pasting a fake Van Dyke on his chin to go with his tweed suit and monocle. A couple of Billie's girls adjusting their waitress outfits and primping their hair. Each has a tray full of drinks beside her. The Eirie Kid silently retracing his "route" to make sure he has it down. Despite the crowd, there is no talking and little movement, save for the constant swirling of smoke from several cigars and cigarettes. The group is like a theatre company waiting to go on opening night. CUT TO: THE DRUGSTORE AGAIN It's 12:56 and Hooker is worried. He looks up to see two large men, obviously racket goons, come in the front door, and take a seat facing him in the next booth. They stare at him impassively, waving the waitress away when she comes to take their order. Hooker knows they're Lonnegan's men, but is somewhat unsettled by the fact that Lonnegan is not with them. Suddenly, a voice. VOICE Carver? Hooker turns around to find that Lonnegan is seated in the booth directly behind him. His bodyguard is in the one behind that. LONNEGAN You should always look to the back too, kid. HOOKER (sliding out of his booth and into Lonnegan's) I was afraid you weren't gonna come. We haven't got much time. LONNEGAN (curtly) Get on with it then. HOOKER (pointing to telephone) Sometime after 1:00 a guy's gonna call here and give you the name of a horse. (pulling out a wad of bills) All you do is take this two grand across the street to Shaw's place and bet it on that pony. There's nothin' to it, but don't take too much time. We only have 3 or 4 minutes after you get the call. LONNEGAN You're not gonna break him with a $2,000 bet. HOOKER This is just a test. The big one comes later. Be careful with that though, it's all I got. LONNEGAN And you were gonna pay me back? HOOKER I am after this race. Lonnegan says nothing. He's not sure he likes a man who's stupid enough to bet his last dollar on a horse race. HOOKER I gotta get back before Shaw misses me. Good luck. EXT. STREET Hooker hustles out across the street and into the alley. INT. DRUGSTORE Lonnegan watches him through the window and then settles back in his seat to wait for the phone. OUTSIDE STORE As Hooker descends the stairwell into the store, he gives Kid Twist the office. Twist turns away from the window and looks at his watch. 12:58. CUT TO: DRUGSTORE Lonnegan waiting by the phone, idly pinging a knife on the salt shaker. It's 1:40. A man enters the store and walks over to use the phone. LONNEGAN We're waitin' for a call. The man looks at Lonnegan a second, and then at his four goons. He decides maybe he'll make the call later. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE Kid Twist again. Billie enters the room with a piece of paper. Kid Twist looks at it a second and then picks up the pohne and begins to dial. INT. DRUGSTORE Lonnegan again. He's getting impatient now and lights a cigarette, and then the phone rings. He answers it quickly and we hear: TWIST Bluenote at 6 to 1 on the nose. The receiver clicks down at the other end. Lonnegan hangs up and goes out the door, followed by his entourage. EXT. STREET We follow him across the street and into the alley, where he signals one of the bodyguards to check the place out. Kid Twist pushes a button on his window sill, and a buzzer goes off inside the store. The previously inert figures there spring to life. Lonnegan's bodyguard descends the stairwell and knocks at the door, where he is greeted by Hooker in the capacity of host. He looks the place over and motions an okay to Lonnegan. INT. THE STORE As Lonnegan enters, we see the room for the first time in its entirety. Overnight it has been transformed into a swank private club, with bar, cigarette girls, upholstered furniture and chandeliers. SINGLETON Look at that. He's got four apes with him. GONDORFF That's what I like about these guys, J.J... They always got protection against things we'd never do to 'em. Everywhere there is activity. A bank of telephones buzzes incessantly. Sheet writers scurry from phone to phone, taking bets of tremendous size from prominent people. SHEET WRITER Yes, Mr. Ruth, 20,000 on Dancing Cloud. We reveal that the phones are controlled by a master switch, which one of the recruited con men operates from behind a partition. The boardmaker, wearing headphones suspended from a sliding wire, hurriedly chalks up races and odds on a huge blackboard. From the loudspeakers we hear the words "last flash." The odds on Bluenote settle down to 8 to 1. Lonnegan makes his way through the throng toward the betting line. His bodyguards fan out to various positions in the room. The betting crowd itself (known as the "boost") consists of close to twenty people, none of whom, of course are what they're pretending to be. There are brokers with pasty faces, sportsmen, tanned and casual, and financiers with goatees and highly tailored clothes. Large amounts of money are changing hands at the betting window. Boodles are in sight everywhere. Lonnegan slips into the betting line, feeling somewhat estranged from the general merriment around him. There are two men in line ahead of him. The first, Curly Jackson, slaps down several bundles of cash in front of Niles, who's the cashier, and places a $20,000 bet on War Eagle. Gondorff appears at the cashier's window and catches sight of Lonnegan. GONDORFF Never get enough, huh pal? I'd think you'd get tired of losin', Honnigan. LONNEGAN (piercingly) The name is Lonnegan. GONDORFF (to Niles) Make sure you see cash from this guy, Eddie. He's got the name for bettin' money he don't have. The man in front of Lonnegan puts $5,000 on Dancing Cloud. He makes the bet on credit. Lonnegan steps to the window. LONNEGAN Two-thousand on Bluenote. NILES (writing out a ticket) Is that all? LONNEGAN (pissed) That's all. Bluenote's race is now up on the board. The race caller comes on the loudspeaker. CALLER Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Arnold Rowe, your caller for the second race at Belmont in New York. A mile and 1/8. Four year olds and up. And they're off! We see that the caller is Singleton, and that he's calling the race from a concealed booth next to the cashier's cage. CALLER Around the first turn it's a War Eagle first by a length, Jail Bate second by one and a half, Dancing Cloud third by a half on the outside, followed by Lucky Lady, Mojo, Wits' End and Bluenote. Lonnegan goes to the bar, orders a drink, and settles down at one of the tables. It happens to be the one the Eirie Kid is at. Gondorff and Niles watch it from the cashier's cage. GONDORFF (worried) That's not where we want him to sit. Eirie tries to ignore Lonnegan at first, but realizes he better make some conversation. EIRIE KID C'mon War Eagle. (to Lonnegan) That Dancing Cloud's a hell of a finisher. War Eagle's gonna have to open up a little more on 'em. LONNEGAN You know anything about a horse named Bluenote? EIRIE KID Naw, he's never done much. Probably in here just to round out the field. War Eagle's where you wanna have your money. Eirie excuses himself and heads for the bar. CALLER Into the clubhouse turn, it's War Eagle by two lengths, Dancing Cloud has moved up to second by a half, Lucky Lady is third by three followed by Jail Bait, Mojo, Bluenote and Wits' End. The heretofore chaotic energy of the parlor is now focused on the race. Several of the patrons begin to yell for their horses. Lonnegan remains seated. He seems bored with it all. Hooker comes over to clear some empty glasses from his table. LONNEGAN (out of the corner of his mouth) You really picked a winner, kid. HOOKER Give 'em a little time. CALLER Into the backstretch it's War Eagle still by a length, Dancing Cloud closing on the inside, is second by two, Lucky Lady is third by one and a half, followed by Bluenote, Jail Bait, Wits' End and Mojo. Lonnegan perks up just a little. Bluenote, at least, has moved up. The rest of the people in the place are really rooting now. Few of them remain seated. Hooker arrives at the bar, with the glasses he cleared from Lonnegan's table. Eirie is already there, fortifying himself with a scotch. HOOKER You're doin' great, Eirie. He loves ya. Eirie nods, somewhat unconvinced, and heads bak to the table. CALLER Into the far turn, it's Dancing Cloud now by half a length, War Eagle is second by two, Bluenote is third by a half and moving fast on the outside. Lucky Lady is fourth by four lengths, followed by Jail Bait, Wits' End and Mojo. Lonnegan is getting more intent now. CALLER Coming down the stretch, it's Dancing Cloud by one length, War Eagle and Bluenote are neck and neck by two. Now it's Dancing Cloud, Bluenote and War Eagle. (shouting now) Dancing Cloud and Bluenote head to head... The place is going crazy. Even Singleton is standing up to get the necessary excitement in his voice. CALLER Dancing Cloud, Bluenote. Dancing Cloud, Bluenote. It's Bluenote by a nose. Dancing Cloud is second by two, War Eagle third by three and a half. Time for a mile and 1/8, 2:01 and 6/10 seconds. Most of the patrons collapse into their chairs like spent lovers. Eirie slams his racing form to the floor. Nobody had Bluenote. CURLY (tearing up his ticket) Bloody awful. Who in blazes is Bluenote? LONNEGAN (to Eirie, very self-satisfied) War Eagle's where you want to have your money, huh? Eirie doesn't reply. He can't believe Bluenote won. Lonnegan looks to Hooker. Hooker gives him a wink. For the first time, Lonnegan permits a smile. CUT TO: LONNEGAN AT THE CASHIER'S WINDOW Niles is counting out $16,000 to him (all of which Gondorff won the night before). Gondorff looks somewhat perturbed. Lonnegan picks up the money and tauntingly waves it at him. GONDORFF (getting his name right this time) Don't bother to come back with a piker's bet like that again, Lonnegan. We got a $5,000 minimum here. (to Hooker) Show this bum out. Hooker hesitates a second. GONDORFF Go on, ya goddamn ninny. Gondorff gives Hooker a hard shove in the back with his foot, sending him into a table and sprawling to the floor. GONDORFF (indicating Lonnegan's bodyguards) And tell him not to bring his garbage men in here no more. This is a class joint. Hooker, pretending to be humiliated, gets to his feet and escorts Lonnegan to the door. Lonnegan stops, gives Gondorff a derisive smile, and walks out. Once he's gone, the general clatter and hubbub in the room cease, like it had been turned off by a faucet. Most of the boost sit down and relax. Curly Jackson rips off his Van Dyke. It's been itching him. GONDORFF He's gaffed, kid. He should start coming to you now. CUT TO: INT. COMB'S OFFICE AT THE CLEARINGHOUSE - DAY Combs sits passively on the edge of his desk glancing across the room every now and then at Riley, who is slumped uneasily in a folding chair, looking like a defendant at the Inquisition. Both remain silent, like two men in a waiting room. Suddenly, what they've been waiting for arrives. Lonnegan comes into the office, flanked by his bodyguards. Skipping the usual pleasantries, he walks right over to Riley. LONNEGAN All right, Riley. What the hell happened? RILEY (not looking at him) We missed him. LONNEGAN You weren't hired to miss him. RILEY There wasn't any way he coulda known we was in there. We made a clean pick on the lock and didn't leave no footprints in the hall. Somebody musta wised him up. LONNEGAN Yeh, and what does Cole say about that? RILEY I don't know. He took it hard. LONNEGAN All right, get outa here. You're outta work. Riley gets up and drags himself out the door like a whipped dog. LONNEGAN We'll put Salino on it. I need somebody careful. COMBS Salino? Why waste our best people on a small-time job like this? It ain't no heavy gee we're after. The guy's a five and dime grifter. LONNEGAN Then why ain't he dead? COMBS They didn't think he'd be so cagey, that's all. They'll get him next time. LONNEGAN Use Salino. It'll take a little longer, but there won't be any holes in it. Combs gives up. The second time's the charm. LONNEGAN And tell Cole I wanta see him when he gets in. COMBS He's not comin' in. Not to get bounced off a job anyway. LONNEGAN He had his chance and all he did was shoot up a rooming house. Made a lotte noise and woke up a few cops, but didn't hit nothin'. Combs keeps his mouth shut. There's no way to talk to Lonnegan when he's like this. LONNEGAN (cooling a little) This is Salino's job now, Vince. If Cole wants to muscle in on it, that's his business. But he's breakin' the rules and when Salino finds out about it, I can't feel sorry for what's gonna happen to him. CUT TO: INT. LONNEGAN'S HOTEL - DAY The finest the period had to offer. We pick up Hooker coming down the hall to Lonnegan's suite. He is admitted by the Bodyguard. Lonnegan, wearing a smoking jacket, is seated at a table counting a pile of money. There are two other assistants standing behind him. They don't look friendly. HOOKER Well, what did I tell ya? LONNEGAN You're a lucky man, all right. HOOKER Lucky, hell. I could do it every day. LONNEGAN Why don't ya then. HOOKER 'Cause it's better to do it all at once. (leaning close) We're puttin' down 400 grand next week. At 5-1 we make 2 million. Twenty per cent of that is yours if ya stick with us. LONNEGAN You got a system, Carver? HOOKER You stayin' in or not? LONNEGAN I'm in. HOOKER (drawing up a chair, barely able to contain his enthusiasm) It's foolproof. We got a partner downtown runs the central office of the Western Union. Race results from all over the country come in there and go right across his desk on their way to the bookies. All he does in hold them up a couple minutes until he can call us and get a bet down on the winner. Then he releases the results to the bookies and we clean up on a race that's already been run. It can't miss, unless the Western Union Dicks get onto it. Lonnegan is amazed. He sits back a second, then comes forward again and pushes a pile of bills over to Hooker. Hooker smiles and begins to count the money. LONNEGAN You got the 400 grand yet? HOOKER Not yet, but... (stopping suddenly) Hey, there's only a grand here. LONNEGAN (more like a command) I think we oughta place another bet tomorrow. HOOKER (getting angry) What is this? That's my money. You tryin' to muscle me? LONNEGAN (controlled) If your system's as foolproof as you say, you'll get even more. Hooker's in a jam and he knows it. HOOKER (after a pause) I gotta talk to me partner first. We can't afford to expose our game too much. LONNEGAN Let me talk to him. HOOKER (flatly) No. LONNEGAN You want your money back? Try and get it in a court of law. (softening a bit) C'mon, don't be a sorehead. I'll make it worth your while. Migth even help ya finance the big play if this one works out. Hooker says nothing for a minute, and then reluctantly nods his head. HOOKER Four o'clock tomorrow. Pick me up at Dewey Lyle's. CUT TO: EXT. LONNEGAN'S HOTEL - DAY We pick up Hooker coming out of the hotel and going off down the street. As he does so, we pull back all the way across the street and through the interior of a parked car to reveal the silhouette of a man seated at the wheel. We move to his right hand, which rests on the steering column. It's covered by a black glove and the middle finger is missing. His trigger finger, however, taps lightly on the wheel. CUT TO: INT. AN INDOOR TELEPHONE BOOTH - DAY One of the old, wooden kind accordian doors with glass panes in the upper half. Hooker dials rapidly. HOOKER Twist? I told him the tale. He wants to see ya. TWIST All right, when? HOOKER Tomorrow, after 4:00. Stay inside, I'll come in and get ya. And be hard on him for a while; he's talking money. TWIST Okay, Tootsie. Hooker blows a mock kiss through the phone and hangs up. He turns to leave the booth, when suddenly he sees something that stops him cold. There looking through the glass is the smirking face of Detective Synder. Hooker is immobilized. Snyder puts his hand inside his coat and slowly draws out his gun. He points it right at Hooker's face and then violently smashes all the glass in the upper half of the door with the barrel. Fragments of glass spray into the booth, a couple of which imbed themselves in Hooker's cheek. Hooker quickly whips open the door, trapping Snyder's hand in the accordian and jarring loose his gun. Hooker sprints out of the booth as Snyder scrambles for his pistol and gives pursuit. EXT. ALLEYS AND SIDESTREETS - NIGHT - THE TWO MEN We follow the two men up alleys and sidestreets as they race through the dregs of the city, two panting shadows moving through places that only get light at night. The wind blows drops of blood off Hooker's cheek as he runs. Snyder still has his gun, but would rather inflict pain than death. CONDEMNED BUILDING Hooker makes for a condemned building and scrambles up the stairs, steps giving way under him as he goes. INT. BUILDING On the fourth floor, he ducks into a room and quickly locks the door. We pan the room to reveal that the whole back side of the building is gone. Hooker runs toward the ledge and leaps through the air, landing on the fire escape of an adjacent building, some 15 feet away. He kicks in a window and goes off down the hall. We cut back to Snyder furiously kicking in the locked door. He finally crashes through, only to find an empty room and a beautiful panorama of the city and its nearest Hooverville. CUT TO: LONG SHOT - HOOKER Winding his way through the slum area of town, dashing along backstreets, over fences and through vacant lots, making good his escape. From our angle, he looks like a rat in a maze. GONDORFF (V.O.) Why didn't you tell me about Snyder before? HOOKER (V.O.) I thought I'd lost him. CUT TO: INT. GONDORFF'S ROOM AT THE CAROUSEL BUILDING - DAY Hooker sits sullenly at the table. Billie stands over him putting some ointment on his face to close the cuts. Gondorff looks on. Their discussion continues. GONDORFF Well you found him again and we're gonna have to do somethin' about it. What else haven't ya been tellin' me? HOOKER Nothin'. I told ya everything there is. GONDORFF Then why'd ya move outa your room? HOOKER It was too noisy. GONDORFF You can't play your friends like marks, Hooker. Hooker doesn't reply. He knows Gondorff's on to him. GONDORFF You know how easy it'd be for one of Lonnegan's guys to nail you? HOOKER All we need is a couple days, Henry. A couple days and we'll get Lonnegan down and stomp on 'em. GONDORFF You just won't learn, will ya. Hell, you come in here, I teach you stuff maybe five guys in this world know, stuff most grifters couldn't do even if they knew it, and all you wanna do is run down a bullet. (pause) You're just like all them new jerks. Lotsa nerve and no brains. And ten years from now when me and the others are through and you dumb guys are all dead there won't be one gee left who knows the Big Con was anything more than a way to make a livin'. HOOKER A couple days; that's all I'm askin'. I can stay clear that long. GONDORFF (trying to be angry and failing) Christ, they'll probably miss you and hit me. FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE WIRE FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. A SLEEPY DINER - LATE AFTERNOON Located across the street from Hooker's apartment building. Hooker sits down alone in a booth, with a plate of ham and eggs he's hardly touched. The two cuts on his face have pretty much stopped bleeding. A big fan above the counter area drones away lethargically, it's air stream insufficient to either cool the place or drive out the smell of onions and grease. A waitress, Loretta, emerges from the kitchen and ambles slowly over to Hooker's table. Slim and raven-haired, she manifests an indifference bred from years spent delivering things to people who are rarely grateful for what she brings. Only a light scar on her left cheek hints at another side. LORETTA You done? HOOKER Yeh, I guess I shoulda had the meat loaf. LORETTA (deadpan) It isn't any better. HOOKER Where's June today? LORETTA (figuring up the bill) She don't work here no more. I'm fillin' in for a couple days... till I can get a train outa here. HOOKER Where you goin'? LORETTA (putting the check down and walking away) I don't know. Depends what train I get on. Hooker looks for some sign that she's putting him on. He doesn't get it. He takes out some money, drops it on the table and walks out. CUT TO: EXT. A WESTERN UNION OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON A truck with the words CLAYTON BROS., CUSTOM PAINTING AND DECORATING stenciled on the side, is parked out front. Two men, wearing overalls and painter's caps, walk into the office to the reception counter, we see that they are Twist and Singleton. TWIST (to the receptionist) Excuse me. We're here to paint Mr. Harmon's office. RECEPTIONIST (obviously not expecting them) Mr. Harmon's office? Hold on just a second. She goes to get Mr. Harmon. CUT TO: EXT. THE SLEEZY DINER - LATE AFTERNOON Hooker is standing on the curb outside the diner, obviously waiting for somebody. Lonnegan's car pulls up and Hooker hops in the back. LONNEGAN What happened to your face? HOOKER Had a little fight with a raggle down on 13th. She got me with her ring. Lonnegan laughs. CUT TO: INT. THE WESTERN UNION OFFICE AGAIN - LATE AFTERNOON Mr. Harmon is looking over the authorization papers that Twist and Singleton have given him. He can't find anything wrong with it. HARMON Brigham signed it all right. I can't understand why he didn't tell me. SINGLETON Ah, he's like all them supervisors. They think they're too good for regular people. He says he was in here a while ago and the place was a mess. Harmon looks around, hoping it's not true. TWIST We'll try and hurry so we don't keep you out of your office too long. HARMON Why can't I work with you in there? SINGLETON Look pal, we gotta cover the floor, the furniture, everything, so we don't spill on nothing. Now if you wanta sit in there with a tarp over your head, you're welcome to it. HARMON All right, how long will you be? TWIST Hour or two at the most. We do good work. Harmon is resigned. Twist and Singleton pick up their gear and march into the office. Once inside, we notice that the office has an exit door which opens to an outside alley. Twist immediately removes his overalls, revealing the suit and tie he's wearing underneath. He takes out a picture of himself, a woman and three small children, and puts it on Harmon's desk, replacing a similiar picture of Harmon's family. Singleton, meanwhile, has spread a few tarps and begins to paint the walls. CUT TO: EXT. THE WESTERN UNION OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON Lonnegan's car pulls up and stops across the street. HOOKER We'll go to the side door. We follow Hooker and Lonnegan across the street to the side entrance which opens into: INT. HARMON'S OFFICE Hooker knocks and Twist, of course, answers. HOOKER Les, I got Mr. Lonnegan with me. He wants to see you a second. TWIST (irritated) What the hell's the matter with you. We coulda met at a club or somethin'. HOOKER I thought it might be good for him to see the setup. TWIST (hushed) Well we can't talk in here. They're having the place painted. Twist walks over to the intercom on his desk. He leaves the door open so that Lonnegan can get a good look at the office, Twist's picture in it, the painter, etc... Lonnegan's not missing any of it. TWIST (talking into the intercom) Miss Barnes, I'm going home a little early today. Tell anyone that calls that they can reach me here in the morning. Thank you. CUT TO: INT. FRONT OFFICE Harmon's secretary at the other end of the intercom. Mr. Harmon is with her. They look at each other a second and Harmon decides he better see what's happening in his office. He opens the door to find it empty except for a pile of painting equipment and one haphazardly painted wall. CUT TO: INT. A DILAPIDATED CHINESE RESTAURANT - EVENING Dark and somewhat foreboding, its peeling dragons and shoddy lanterns compete for space with the many slot machines and arcade games that line the walls. Hooker, Lonnegan and Twist sit at one of the more secluded tables. They are not eating. TWIST Can't do it. There're telegraph inspectors all over the place. I got 750 grand coming in from the coast, and I'm not gonna blow it for a lousy 14 gees. We'll get somebody else to do our betting. LONNEGAN I could come up with 750 grand in a day if I had a reason to. TWIST But who says you will. I got a guy I can depend on. He's liquidating everything he has for this. You wouldn't even give Carver his money back. LONNEGAN I need more proof, that's all. Anybody can get lucky once. TWIST (stubbornly) On a 6-1 shot? The hell with ya. We'll keep the deal we got. LONNEGAN If it works again tomorrow, I'll have a half million in cash here by noon the next day. We split 60-40. TWIST (feebly, beginning to break) We were getting 50 from our guy. LONNEGAN With 20% coming off the top for me laying your bet. Either way you end up with 40. Twist hesitates. LONNEGAN A week's a long time, friend. Anything can happen. All of it bad. HOOKER He's right, Les. TWIST Yeh, and what if we play tomorrow and he doesn't come up with the money. We risk our whole operation for nothing. I'll say when we make our bets. LONNEGAN Not if you want me to keep makin' 'em for ya. HOOKER And what do we know about your guy. He says a week, but who knows if it's a month? Lonnegan here's a banker. He can get that dough with no questions asked. Twist says nothing for a minute, then: TWIST All right. Be at the booth at 1:00. I'll give you all three places this time, Lonnegan. That better be proof enough. Hooker and Lonnegan smile at each other like life-long friends. They get up to leave, and we frame the shot with a coffee cup large in the foreground. As they go out the door, a black-gloved hand with four fingers enters the frame and puts a nickel down next to the cup. FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE SHUT-OUT FADE OUT. FADE IN: INT. A DOWNTOWN DINETTE - MORNING Snyder finishes a donut and a cup of coffee, puts down a dime for the lot and exits. We follow him down the street: EXT. STREET To a corner newsstand, where he stops to buy a morning paper. As he peruses it, he's approached by two large, clean-cut men in white skimmers. MAN Are you Lieutenant William Snyder? SNYDER I don't know, what's up? MAN F.B.I... The Captain'd like a few words with ya. Ya got a couple minutes? SNYDER (completely floored) Yeh, sure. The two men show him to a waiting car. CUT TO: INT. AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY Snyder stands in the middle of a dusty old machine room, surrounded by four or five Federal Agents. Visible around the room are several folding cots and portable lockers. The agents have obviously been quartered here temporarily. They all wear white skimmers, save for one, a portly man, Captain Polk, who paces the room smoking. There is something long- suffering about him, as if he wondered how he ever got in a service that thought white skimmers were classy. SNYDER What is this? I got work to do. POLK Sit down and shut up, will ya. Try not to live up to all my expectations. (not in the mood to screw around) We were told you know a hustle artist named Johnny Hooker. Snyder doesn't answer. POLK Do ya know him or don't ya? SNYDER Yeh, but I don't know where he is. POLK Well we do. He's chummin' around with a Big C named Henry Gondorff. Ring any bells? SNYDER Sure. Every bunco man in the country knows Gondorff. POLK There's word he's gonna run a con on the North Side here. We got a year-old Florida warrant on him, but it's a thin beef, and he can beat it in court unless we catch him cold. All we want you to do is pick up Hooker for us. SNYDER Why don't you pick him up yourself? POLK Cause the stoolies are used to street dicks jumpin' him. If word gets around that Feds are in on it too, Gondorff'll fold up the whole thing. SNYDER Wouldn't that be too bad. You'd hafta move outa this nice office ya got. POLK (enraged) Don't crack wise to me, flatfoot. I spent a lotta time in dumps like this, eatin' Gondorff's dust while the bunco squad gets rich tippin' him off. But it's not gonna happen this time. We're not even gonna let the police know we're here. If you keep your mouth shut and do a job, there'll be a promotion in it for ya. And you better take it, cause I can make ya work for us without it. SNYDER What the hell good is Hooker to ya? POLK He's gonna set up Gondorff for us. SNYDER He'll never do it. POLK (self-satisfied) I think he will. CUT TO: INT. DRUGSTORE - DAY Lonnegan sits by the phone, watching the clock and sipping a cup of coffee. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - DAY Specifically, the small room from which Singleton does his race broadcasts. Singleton, himself, is hunched over the ticker machine, reading the print-out. Billie sits at the microphone table with a pencil and pad, ready to write. SINGLETON Visitation is still up by two at the three-quarters. Single Action second, Fasanella third. BILLIE What's the line on Visitation? SINGLETON (checking further up on the print-out sheet) 7 to 2. That ain't bad. BILLIE He'll probably fall down. Gondorff appears at the doorway. GONDORFF How ya doin'? SINGLETON (eyes still glued to the ticker) Nothin' yet. I got a good one on the lead at Hialeah, but he's fadin'. BILLIE Best we had was Cat's Eye in the second at Del Mar, and he was only 5-2. Not many longshots comin' in today. SINGLETON (excited) Billie. You ready? Billie prepares to write on her pad. BILLIE Yeh, go ahead. SINGLETON At the finish, it's Single Action by two, Fasanella second, Visitation third. (reading up the sheet again) Line on Single Action... 3 to 2. Hell with it, that's no good. Billie crumples up the piece of paper she's been writing on and chucks it in a wastecan. GONDORFF We don't need big odds on this one, J.J. Take anything you get at 3-1 or better. Gondorff leaves the room, as Singleton turns back to his vigil at the ticker. SINGLETON (a little weary) Okay, the Fairfield Stakes at Santa Anita. Mile and a quarter for 3 year olds and up. CUT TO: THE FLOOR AREA OF THE STORE Everyone is in his place as before. Today, however, Curly Jackson is playing the part of the aging sport. Well scrubbed and clean shaven, he cuts a dashing figure in his blue blazer and white pants. We go to Gondorff in the cashier's cage. He's talking to Niles, who's busy handing out fake bankrolls to members of the boost. GONDORFF He's gonna hit ya with 20 grand, Eddie. How much cash we got? NILES Not enough to cover a bet that big. GONDORFF Get a couple extra guys in the line, then. We'll give him the shut-out. Niles nods. CUT TO: INT. DRUGSTORE - DAY Lonnegan is still waiting. He takes the 20 grand out of his coat pocket and thumbs through it, just to make sure it's all there. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - DAY Singleton and Billie at the ticker again. Billie looks a little sleepy. Singleton is obviously involved with the progress of a race. SINGLETON Okay, Billie, here we go. Billie snaps to and prepares to write as Singleton reads. SINGLETON At the wire it's Wrecking Crew the winner by five, Grand Theft second, Wingless third. (reading up) Wrecking Crew was...4 to 1. (ripping the sheet out of the ticker) That's our boy. Billie and Singleton hustle out of the room. EXT. ALLEY We follow Billie through the store and across the alley to the building from which Twist keeps his lookout. CUT BACK TO: INT. THE STORE Gondorff, holding the ticker sheet Singleton has given him, emerges from the office and starts giving instructions to the boost. GONDORFF All right, Furey, your horse is Wingless. Paltrow, the Big Alabama and Phillips'll take Grand Theft. Rodgers and Eirie have Wrecking Crew. Jackson His Dandy, Cowan Change of Heart, Fiskin and Chappie Made to Order. (pointing to the Eirie Kid) Eirie, he gets a bang outa seein' you lose, so we oughta use that on 'em. If you play the birds of a feather routine we worked on, it should steam him up pretty good. You think you can handle that? EIRIE KID (a little nervous) Yeh, sure. GONDORFF O.K., you guys in line take your time, and I wanta see lotsa joy on Wrecking Crew. CUT TO: INT. TWIST'S ROOM - DAY Billie enters and gives Twist the piece of paper she wrote the race results on. He picks up the phone and starts to dial. CUT TO: INT. DRUGSTORE - DAY The phone rings and Lonnegan answers it. VOICE Wrecking Crew at 4-1, Grand Theft to place, Made to Order to show. Lonnegan smiles and hangs up the phone. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - DAY Lonnegan's in line at the betting window. There are four people in front of him this time, and they are moving rather slowly. The "Last Flash" call is heard on the speakers. LONNEGAN (getting impatient) C'mon, let's hurry up there. The man at the head of the line turns around and gives Lonnegan a chilling look, as if he were beneath contempt. He puts down $25,000 on Grand Theft. The next man in line plunges down $30,000 on Wrecking Crew. Just as Lonnegan is about to step to the window, Gondorff gives a quick signal to Singleton. The speakers come on. CALLER Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Arnold Rowe, your caller for the $100,000 Fairfield Stakes at Hollywood Park in Los Angeles. A mile and 3/8 for three year olds and up. And they're off! LONNEGAN (counting out his money) Twenty-thousand on Wrecking Crew. NILES I'm sorry, sir. We can't take bets after the race is started. He points to a sign above the window, which says exactly that. Lonnegan grabs up his money in disgust. GONDORFF Don't take it so hard, pal. You probably woulda lost it. Lonnegan wanders over to the bar in a funk. CALLER And around the first turn it's Wrecking Crew by a half length, Grand Theft second by one, His Dandy is third by one half, followed by Change of Heart, Back Flip, Made to Order and High Ground. The assembled patrons are once again thoroughly involved in the race. Eirie comes up to Lonnegan at the bar. EIRIE KID Who you got? LONNEGAN (half-heartedly) Wrecking Crew. EIRIE KID Me too. Maybe it's our day. Lonnegan nods and wanders away. Hooker comes over to him. HOOKER What happened? LONNEGAN I didn't get the bet down in time. HOOKER (pissed) Oh, Jesus. CUT TO: INT. STORE OFFICE Gondorff and Niles, back in the office. NILES (looking out at the floor) Looks like he's sulking. GONDORFF If we're lucky, this'll bring him back stronger than ever. CUT TO: THE FLOOR CALLER Coming for home, it's Wrecking Crew by six lengths, Made to Order is second by two and a half, High Ground is third by a length and Grand Theft is coming fast on the rail. It's Wrecking Crew, Made to Order and Grand Theft. Wrecking Crew wins it by five lengths, Grand Theft is second by a nose, Made to Order is third by two. Time for one and 3/8 mile, 2:11 and 4/10 seconds. Eirie explodes in a joyous frenzy. He grabs Lonnegan by the shoulders and shakes him. EIRIE KID We won! We won! You hear that! I won 30,000! You hear that! Yeh, Lonnegan heard that. Lonnegan shakes loose, grabs his coat and heads for the door. EXT. ALLEY - DAY He finds Hooker waiting for him outside. LONNEGAN Tell your friend I'll have the money here by post-time tomorrow. We'll take the first race where the odds are 4-1 or better. And make sure I can get to that window this time. HOOKER How am I gonna do that? LONNEGAN (coarsely) I don't know, figure something out. Lonnegan storms across the street to his waiting car and drives off. Hooker relaxes into a smile. He's already figured something out. CUT TO: INT. SLEEZY DINER ACROSS FROM HOOKER'S APT. BLDG. - EVENING Hooker sits at the counter finishing a plate of meat loaf. Loretta is down at the cash register, leaning on the counter, looking idly out into space. Hooker glances over at her every once in a while to see if she might be interested in striking up a little conversation. She's not. He finishes his meal and comes down to the register to pay his bill. HOOKER Meat loaf, apple pie and a cup of coffee. LORETTA (ringing it up) Sixty-five. Hooker gives her a dollar. She goes to the register for change. HOOKER What time you get off work here? LORETTA 2:00 A.M. HOOKER You doin' anything tonight? LORETTA (handing him his change) Yeh, sleepin'. Hooker figures that's enough of that. He pockets his change and starts out the door, when suddenly he stops short. EXT. STREET Across the street in a doorway is the silhouette of a man. It's Cole. He's pretending not to look at the diner, but Hooker isn't fooled. INT. DINER He goes back to Loretta at the register. HOOKER You got a back door to this place? LORETTA No. What's wrong with the front? HOOKER (urgently now) Look, I don't have time to fuck around. There's somebody out there I don't need to see. You got a fire escape or anything? LORETTA No. HOOKER All right, do me a favor. Go into the bathroom, open the window and wait for me there. LORETTA What the hell for? HOOKER Just do what I tell ya and everything'll be jake. Cracks of concern begin to appear in Loretta's marble. LORETTA What does this guy want? HOOKER (evenly) He'd like to kill me. Loretta just looks at him a second. Realizing that this is no joke, she turns and walks slowly but steadily to the bathroom. Hooker waits until she's out of sight. EXT. STREET Hooker goes to the front door and steps outside. Cole looks up at the sound of the door. Hooker makes a big show of spotting him, and runs back into the diner. Cole, his cover blown, draws his gun and races across the street in pursuit. Arriving just in time to see INT. DINER Hooker go into the bathroom, he charges in after him, only to find the place empty. He goes quickly from stall to stall, on the chance that Hooker might be hiding in one of them. He comes to one that's closed, and seeing a pair of woman's legs under the door, rejects that, and moves on to the next one. We cut inside the stall to reveal Loretta sitting on the toilet with her skirt hiked up. Right behind her, crouched on the back of the seat, is Hooker. Cole has finished his rapid inspection now, and having found nothing, looks around for Hooker's probable escape route. He sees the open window and climbs out to find himself in a small air shaft, from which he knows Hooker could not escape. Hooker, seizing the time, bursts out of the stall and runs back out through the diner. Cole sees him, but too late to get off a shot. He climbs back in the window and gives chase. EXT. STREET We pick up Hooker barreling down the street with Cole a hundred yards or so behind. Hooker makes a sharp cut into an alley, and we see immediately that it's a hopeless dead end. Inexplicably, he makes no attempt to run back out. Cole draws up and cuts into the alley, anticipating the kill which should be easy now. He prepares to sight down his victim, when suddenly he realizes there is no victim in sight. Hooker, miraculously, has vanished. Cole scans the alley frantically for some trace of him. There are no windows or doors at the street level. Not even a drain pipe. Just brick wall. It's impossible. Hooker has disappeared into thin air. Cole slams his gun into his shoulder holster with a curse, and starts back out of the alley, when all of a sudden he stops in utter terror. His mouth drops open and he chokes out the words: COLE Salino, hey look. I didn't mean to move in on... Before anything else can come out, two bullets rip into his chest. He falls to the concrete, coming to rest on a manhole cover, which we notice is slightly ajar. We: CUT TO: THE SEWER PIPES Beneath the manhole. We see Hooker making his way through the slop, having gained another reprieve, but unaware that with two down, there is still one to go. CUT TO: INT. HOOKER'S APARTMENT BUILDING - EVENING Hooker comes in the front entrance and goes to the elevator, one of the old-fashioned kind with the iron grid on the inside. He's still a little rattled and waiting for the elevator is making him restless. It finally arrives, and he steps inside, closing the grid behind him. As he starts to push the button for his floor, he realizes for the first time that he's not alone. He looks to the corner to find Snyder, holding a gun on him. This time there's not much doubt that he'll use it if necessary. CUT TO: INT. THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - EVENING Snyder brings Hooker into the crate room where Capt. Polk and the other Agents are waiting. Polk, as usual, has his coat off, revealing his shoulder holster. POLK Hello, Mr. Hooker. Captain Polk, F.B.I... (shoving a chair over to him) Have a seat. Hooker remains standing. POLK (ignoring it, drinking from a cup) You want a drink or something? HOOKER No. POLK We want to talk to ya about Henry Gondorff. HOOKER Don't think I know him. POLK Well give yourself a couple seconds, crumb. You wouldn't wanna lie to me. Lt. Snyder here says you done a lotta griftin' in this town. HOOKER Lt. Snyder doesn't know shit. Capt. Polk almost laughs, but he checks it. HOOKER You got nothin' on me. POLK We'll get it, and if we can't, we'll just make it up. Grand larceny, extortion. (with special emphasis) Counterfeiting, anything you want. Hooker says nothing, but it's not from defiance now. He's beginning to get the picture. POLK Look, I got nothin' against you, but you're in trouble here. All you gotta do is tell us when Gondorff's gonna play his chump. We come in at the sting, make the pinch, and you walk out free as a bird. No questions, no court appearance, nothing. HOOKER No. POLK You've already done time twice, and judges don't like three time losers. You wanna sit in the can for forty years, startin' tonight? HOOKER I'll make parole. POLK Like hell. You won't even get a review till you're seventy. And if the board starts to go soft, we'll let ya out in the yard some night with a hard-nose young bull who'll put fifty slugs in your face and ask what you were doin' there later. Hooker wants to come back with something, but can't find it. POLK Don't be a sap, kid. You could save us a little trouble. But Henry Gondorff is through whether you help us or not. There's nothin' left to do now but save yourself. Hooker's thoroughly whipped. He sits down for the first time. HOOKER (softly) Will you wait until the chump is played? POLK Hell yes. We don't care about the mark. He deserves what he gets. HOOKER (with heat) I mean completely played. Until he's beat and the score is taken. You come in before we beat him and I'll kill him. You'll have a tough time explaining that, won't ya. POLK All right, Hooker, but you take it on the lam, and we'll shoot you down on sight. HOOKER (barely audible) Just as long as I get to finish the play. CUT TO: INT. GONDORFF'S ROOM - NIGHT Gondorff and Hooker are playing gin rummy and drinking. Gondorff makes little comments as he plays, but Hooker is quiet and withdrawn. The carousel is not in operation and a heavy silence hangs over the place. GONDORFF What's the matter, kid? You're not sayin' much. HOOKER Just a little nervous, that's all. GONDORFF Luther always told me to bite my toenails when I get nervous. You see yourself doin' that and you realize it ain't worth it. Hooker smiles feebly. Billie appears at the door. BILLIE Things are a little slow tonight, Henry. I wanna open the round for the girls. Gondorff takes out a set of keys and tosses them to her. She leaves to go start the merry-go-round. Gondorff settles back into the game. GONDORFF Take it easy, you won't lose him now. We had him 10 years ago when he decided to be somebody. Believe me, I've seen enough to know. HOOKER (softly) How many guys you conned in your life, Henry? GONDORFF Two or three hundred I guess. Sometimes played two a day when I was in Shea's mob. We had it down to a business. (pause) 'Course Chicago was a right town then. The fix was in. The dicks took their end without a beef. All the Wall Street boys wanted to make investments for us. Even had marks looking us up, thinkin' they could beat the game. (pause) Yeh, kid, it really stunk. No sense in bein' a grifter if it's the same as bein' a citizen. Gondorff chucks his cards on the table. He's through for the night. GONDORFF I better do some packin'. I'm gonna be a hot number again after tomorrow. HOOKER Then why you doin' it? GONDORFF Seems worthwhile, doesn't it? Maybe it's just for the cave-in on Lonnegan's face when we put in the sting. That's good enough. Hooker gets up to leave. HOOKER Henry. HOOKER Yeh. HOOKER (apologetically) I appreciate your stickin' your neck out. I wouldn't have asked ya if it weren't for Luther. GONDORFF Ain't nothin' gonna make up for Luther, kid. (pause) Revenge is for suckers. I been griftin' 30 years and never got any. Hooker just nods and walks out the door. INT. CAROUSEL We follow him past the Carousel which is now full of giggling prostitutes in various stages of undress. Their childish frolicking is charming from a group usually so jaded, but it's lost on Hooker tonight. CUT TO: EXT. A CITY STREET - NIGHT It's late now and the street is deserted save for an occasional derelict or streetwalker on her way home from a night's work. We pick up Hooker coming down the street toward his apartment building. He walks slowly, almost reluctantly, as if he didn't care whether he ever got there or not. As he nears his building, he notices Loretta coming out of the diner across the street. He stops and watches as she looks up and disappears into an adjacent building that advertises rooms for rent. After a few seconds, we see a light come on in one of its second story windows. Hooker just stands there a second, debating with himself, trying to figure out a reason for doing what he's going to do anyway. We follow him across the street to Loretta's building and: INT. LORRETA'S He goes up the stairs to the room where the light came on. He passes a couple of derelicts on the way. He knocks twice and Loretta answers in her bathrobe. She is more than a little startled to see him. LORETTA Looks like he missed ya. HOOKER Yeh, this time anyway. Loretta notices an old busybody peeping out at them from her room across the hall. LORETTA Good night, Mrs. Hillard. Mrs. Hillard quickly closes her door. HOOKER (shuffling a little) I, ah...thought you might wanna come out for a while. Maybe have a drink or somethin'. LORETTA You move right along, don't ya. HOOKER (with more innocence than confidence) I don't mean nothin' by it. I just don't know many regular girls, that's all. LORETTA And you expect me to come over, just like that. HOOKER If I expected somethin', I wouldn't be still standin' out here in the hall. Loretta looks at him carefully. She knows it's not a line. LORETTA (with less resistance now) I don't even know you. HOOKER (slowly) You know me. I'm just like you... It's two in the morning and I don't know nobody. The two just stand there in silence a second. There's nothing more to say. She stands back and lets him in. CUT TO: INT. GONDORFF'S ROOM - NIGHT A record spinning lazily on an old phonograph. We hear Robert Johnson's "Come On In My Kitchen." Gondorff is sitting up in bed, with his hat on, lost in thought. Billie is curled up asleep next to him. There's a packed suitcase next to the bed. Billie wakes up and turns over a second. BILLIE C'mon, Henry, knock off. You've done everything you can. Gondorff nods his agreement like a zombie and goes right on thinking. CUT TO: LORRETA'S ROOM Hooker and Loretta are asleep against each other, their bodies illuminated every few seconds by the light from a neon sign across the street. We dolly to the window and move in on another window in the building next door. There's no light on in it, but we can discern the basic outline of a face behind the curtains, which are slightly parted to afford a view of Hooker's room by a black-gloved hand. "I said come on in my kitchen Cause it's gonna be rainin' outdoors." Music ends. FADE OUT. FADE IN: THE STING FADE OUT. FADE IN: We open on Hooker in bed, the morning sun streaming in on his face. He awakens slowly, looks at the ceiling for a second and, remembering last night, turns to the side to find that Loretta is no longer there. Still drowsy, he gets out of bed and looks around the room for a note or some evidence of her continued presence. He opens an empty closet, then opens empty drawers. Finding nothing, he suddenly hits on another possibility, and looks in his wallet. The money is still there. Almost disappointed, he slumps down in a chair, as the harsh reality of what will happen this day floods back in on him. Music begins and we: CUT TO: INT. AN UNKNOWN LOCATION - DAY We see the black-gloved hand opening a small wooden box. Wrapped inside is a shiny black revolver, at this point in two pieces. The hand reaches in and takes them out. CUT TO: INT. THE SLEEZY DINER - DAY Hooker is poking at a plate of waffles and sausage. The waitress on duty is not Loretta and Hooker has noticed. CUT TO: INT. GONDORFF'S ROOM - DAY Gondorff is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting on his tuxedo. He goes to his dresser, pulls out a very small gun and tucks it in his cummerbund. CUT TO: THE GUNNMAN'S ROOM AGAIN The hand swirls a pipe cleaner inside the barrel of the revolver and picks some lint out of the chamber. He then screws the barrel onto the body. This is all seen in closeup. CUT TO: HOOKER'S ROOM AGAIN Hooker now has his tuxedo on. He takes two small rubber bladders out of a drawer and puts them in his pocket. CUT TO: INT. LONNEGAN'S SUITE - DAY Lonnegan paces nervously around the room, looking at the clock. Obviously waiting for something, he's getting extremely impatient. CUT TO: THE GUNNMAN'S ROOM AGAIN We watch the hand carefully loading bullets into the chamber of the revolver. CUT TO: INT. THE CAROUSEL BUILDING - DAY Gondorff emerges from his room carrying his suitcase. He stops and looks up at the mezzanine where Billie is standing. They smile sadly at each other and give a simple wave, having done this too many times to get sentimental about it now. Gondorff walks out of the building. CUT TO: HOOKER'S ROOM AGAIN Hooker is busily stuffing all his possessions in a paper bag, lumping clothes with food, records and toilet articles. CUT TO: LONNEGAN'S SUITE AGAIN Lonnegan goes to the door to admit Floyd and two assistants, one of whom carries a large brief case. Lonnegan takes the brief case to a table and opens it. Inside is a half million dollars in cash. CUT TO: INT. THE GUNNMAN'S ROOM AGAIN We see the hand putting a silencer on the revolver. The gunman puts the revolver up to his eye to check the alignment and for the first time we see the face that goes with the hand. It is fully as menacing as we had imagined: Broad, flat nose, thick cracked lips, narrow eyes and cauliflower ears. CUT TO: HOOKER'S ROOM AGAIN Hooker is on the phone now. INT. WAREHOUSE We see that he's talking to Captain Polk. Snyder listens also. HOOKER'S ROOM Hooker finishes the conversation, hangs up and goes to take one last look at himself in the mirror. Finding everything in order, he grabs up his sack of possessions and leaves the room. EXT. HOOKER'S APARTMENT We pick him up emerging from the building, and follow him around the corner to a secluded alley which he generally takes on his way to the store. As he walks along, he notices Loretta coming toward him from the other end. She's wearing a coat, obviously on her way somewhere. As she comes closer, we move to reveal the gunman appearing suddenly in the alley behind and to the right of Hooker. EXT. ALLEYWAY The gunman quickly takes out his revolver, braces it in the crook of his hand, and takes careful aim. Loretta sees him. The gunman fires. Loretta falls dead on the asphalt. Hooker spins around in confusion. The gunman moves quickly toward him. Hooker starts to back up but the gunman stops when he gets to Loretta. He kicks her over to reveal a gun under her body. GUNMAN She was gonna kill ya, kid. Hooker is stunned. He can't believe it. GUNMAN (dragging the body over behind a trash can) Her name's Loretta Salino. Lonnegan's people set her up in the diner. C'mon, let's get outa here. Hooker wants to stay and try to figure it all out, but the gunman drags him away. CUT TO: INT. THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY Polk, Snyder and several federal agents are busy putting on their shoulder holsters, and checking their weapons. POLK (to Snyder) Whoever Gondorff's playin' for is bound to be a wheel. As soon as we're inside, I want you to get the guy outa there as fast as possible, before the reporters show up. We can't afford to embarrass any big shots. Snyder nods. CUT TO: EXT. LONNEGAN'S HOTEL - DAY Lonnegan, carrying the brief case personally, is seen getting into his limousine. Four assistants get in with him. CUT TO: INT. THE STORE - DAY Gondorff enters the store carrying his suitcase. Several of the boost are already there. Gondorff clasps his hands to generate a little enthusiasm. He's obviously up for this one. CUT TO: INT. TAXI CAB - DAY Hooker sits in the back seat with the gunman right next to him. He's still very uneasy with this man. HOOKER She coulda killed me last night. GUNMAN Too many people coulda seen ya go in her room. She was a professional. Used to work in the Dutch Schultz gang. HOOKER Who are you? GUNMAN Gondorff asked me to look after ya. HOOKER How do I know you're tellin' the truth. GUNMAN Don't have much choice, do ya? We go to Hooker. No, he doesn't. CUT TO: EXT. THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DAY We pick up Polk, Snyder and the other federal agents coming out of the warehouse in their white skimmers, and piling into cars. CUT TO: THE STORE AGAIN Niles is busily spreading "boodles" all over the cashier's area. Singleton checks his microphone. It works fine. He checks it again. CUT TO: LONNEGAN IN HIS LIMOUSINE He holds the brief case in his lap, his fingers tapping lightly on it. CUT TO: THE STORE AGAIN Hooker and the gunman enter and go over to Gondorff, who breaks into a wide smile. Hooker returns it halfheartedly, still ill at ease about what has happened. CUT TO: THE F.B.I. CARS ON THEIR WAY There are four or five driving in a column. Snyder and Polk ride together in the back of the lead car. CUT TO: EXT. THE DRUGSTORE - DAY Lonnegan's limousine pulls up outside, and the bodyguards pile out. CUT TO: THE STORE AGAIN Gondorff, Hooker and the others waiting, the tension expressed in their faces. INT. THE DRUGSTORE - DAY Lonnegan sits tensely in the usual booth. He keeps both hands firmly planted on the brief case. The phone rings and Lonnegan goes to it. Music ends. VOICE Place it on Syphon at 8-1. Lonnegan hangs up with the look of the financial killer. Eight to one odds is more than even he could have hoped for. EXT. STREET We follow Lonnegan across the street and into the store. The bodyguards remain outside. INT. THE STORE The store is buzzing with activity. Money and booze are everywhere. The sheet writer and the boardmarker can hardly keep up with the action. Lonnegan walks quickly to the betting line and finds to his relief that there's only one man ahead of him. The man puts $25,000 on King's Image. Lonnegan steps to the window, swings up the brief case, and opens it for Niles to see. LONNEGAN (straight-faced) Five hundred grand on Syphon. Niles is struck dumb. He's never seen that much money before. NILES (playing the flustered clerk) Hold on, I'll have to get the manager. Niles goes and returns with Gondorff. GONDORFF What's the problem? NILES (pointing to the brief case) He wants to put a half million on Syphon. Gondorff looks at the money a second and then looks up at Lonnegan like he's gotta be crazy. GONDORFF (uneasily) I can't lay that off in time. We lose a bet that big, it could break us. LONNEGAN (challenging) If ya win it could make ya, too. GONDORFF (to Niles) What are the odds on Syphon? NILES Eight to one. Gondorff looks at Lonnegan long and hard. GONDORFF A half mill on an eight to one shot. You're dumber than I thought, Lonnegan. LONNEGAN You're more gutless than I thought. The words "Last Flash" are heard on the speaker. Gondorff looks at Lonnegan with utter contempt. He turns to Niles. GONDORFF (chopped) Take it. Niles hurriedly writes out a slip for 500,000 dollars. Lonnegan, allowing himself a sly smile, picks it up and retires to a nearby table. He flashes a little okay sign to Hooker who acknowledges it with a nod. CALLER Ladies and gentlemen, this is Arnold Rowe, your caller for the San Antonio Handicap at Pimlico in Baltimore A mile and 1/16 for three-year-olds. And they're off. Lonnegan takes a deep breath and leans forward in his chair, the larceny boiling in his veins. Hooker looks to Gondorff. Gondorff gives him the "office." Hooker has to smile. CALLER And around the first turn it's King's Image by a neck, Syphon is second by one, Key to the Vault third by one half, followed by Mr. Moonlight, Red Ridge, Moneyman and No Charge. Unexpectedly, Kid Twist bursts in through the entrance. Barely able to control his enthusiasm, he hurries over to Lonnegan's table and sits down next to him. TWIST Sorry, but I just couldn't wait. Did everything go all right? LONNEGAN (motioning for him to keep his voice down) Take it easy. Everything's all right. I put it on Syphon, on the nose. TWIST (in utter horror) On the nose! I said place. Place it on Syphon. That horse is going to run second. Lonnegan looks like he's just been stabbed. He vaults over the table to the teller's window and grabs Niles. LONNEGAN You give me my goddamn money back! You hear me? There's been a mistake! NILES I'm sorry, sir. The betting's closed. Lonnegan begins to shake him violently. LONNEGAN You give me my money back. There's been a mistake, do you hear me? Gondorff leaps to Niles' aid when suddenly there is a crash at the entrance door, and Polk, Snyder and eight federal agents burst into the room, guns drawn. The place falls silent except for the loudspeaker, the members of the boost afraid to move. Gondorff and Niles look at each other wondering how this could have possibly happened. POLK (motioning to Hooker) All right, Hooker, you can go. Hooker's eyes go to Gondorff, who looks back at him in utter disbelief, the betrayal raging in his features. Hooker, unable to meet his gaze, lowers his head and starts to walk out. Almost unnoticed, there's a flash of movement at Gondorff's belt. A small gun. A shot. Hooker clutches his back and falls dead on the floor, the blood spurting from his mouth. Polk, reacting instantly, pours four shots into Gondorff, who goes down in a heap. Pandemonium breaks loose. The members of the boost race for the door. Lonnegan is totally stunned. First he lost his money and now he's involved in a murder. Snyder rushes over to him. SNYDER C'mon. We gotta get you outa here. EXT. STREET Snyder drags him through the crowd and out onto the street where an F.B.I. car is waiting. His bodyguards have long since fled at the sight of the F.B.I. men. LONNEGAN My money's back there. SNYDER We'll worry about that later. Snyder gets in beside Lonnegan, and the car speeds away. CUT TO: INSIDE THE STORE AGAIN The pandemonium has now ceased. Those who could escape have; the rest are lined up against the wall in frisking position. Gondorff and Hooker lie on the floor dead. The loudspeaker drones on. Singleton is still calling the race from his booth, apparently oblivious to what's happened. CALLER And the winner is King's Image by four lengths, Syphon is second, by two, Moneyman third by two and one half. Time for 1 and 1/16 miles, 1:21 and 2/10 seconds. Polk walks slowly over to Hooker's body and bends down. POLK He's gone. Hooker opens his eyes and slowly drags himself up off the floor, spitting out a little rubber bladder, filled with blood, that he's had in his mouth. Gondorff does likewise. Niles, Twist, Singleton and the rest of the boost begin to laugh and shake hands, as do the Federal Agents. GONDORFF (to Polk) Nice con, Hickey. I thought you were Feds myself, when you first came in. HICKEY No problem, Henry. Snyder went for it all the way. (laughing) You shoulda seen the rag he lit under Lonnegan. Gondorff turns to the others. GONDORFF Okay, let's take this place apart and get outa here. You can get your splits from Eddie at Boudreau's tonight. Gondorff walks over to Hooker, who's wiping the blood off his face and hands. GONDORFF You beat him, kid. HOOKER (softly) You were right, Henry. It's not enough... But it's close. GONDORFF You wanta wait for your share? HOOKER Naw, I'd just blow it. Gondorff nods, and walks slowly to behind the bar. He comes out with his suitcase in one hand and Hooker's paper bag in another. He throws the paper bag to Hooker, who stops by the door. Eirie Kid is standing there. Hooker gives the "office" to Eirie, who beams and gives it back. EXT. ALLEY AND STREET Then Hooker and Gondorff leave. We hold on them, two ragtail grifters again as they walk off down the street and disappear around the corner. FADE OUT. THE END

128. Home Of The Milwaukee Sting Volleyball Club
     Providing an opportunity for highly motivated volleyball players to develop and enhance their skills through participation USA Volleyball's Junior Program.  
     http://www.milwaukeestingvb.org/
     
     Extractions: Whew, it's over. The Qualifier season has come and gone and Sting is sending 11 teams to the Junior Olympic National Championships in Houston, TX. Now begins the push for June. Congratulations to everyone: 18 Gold - Northern Lights (Open) 17 Gold - At-Large (Open) 17 Black - Northern Lights (National Club) 16 Gold - Mideast (Open) 16 Black - Badger Region Qualifier (Nationl Club) 15 Gold - Badger Region Qualifier (National Club) 15 Black - Mideast (National Club) 14 Gold - At-Large (Open) 14 Black - Badger Region Qualifier (National Club) 13 Gold - Badger Region Qualifier (Club) 12 Gold - Badger Region Qualifier (Club) Sting 13 Black is also headed for Texas in June as they earned the right to represent the Badger Region at the Junior Olympic National Invite Championships in Austin. Bids, no bids, teams still have some competitions coming up from the NJC, Youth Classic and Asics touranments in Chicago; to Indy Cup in Indianapolis. Good Luck through the rest of the season everyone and keep working hard and remaining strong! Becky's Garden Contributed by: Donna Slawson While much of the Sting family was at PCC this Mother's Day weekend for the Elite Series, much of my family was in Mukwonago, planting a memorial butterfly garden for my niece, Becky Werner. Becky died in February of this year, from Meningicoccal Septicemia. She was 20 years old.

129. Official Web Site Of The Arizona Sting
     playoffs combined. Read more ARIZONA sting SLIDESHOWS FROM THE 200304 SEASON. Read More sting SEASON IN REVIEW. The Arizona  
     http://www.arizonalax.com/

130. Insect Allergy
     Menu. Insect sting Anaphylaxis and Hymenoptera Venom Immunotherapy Physician Information. Allergic Reactions to stings from Hornets  
     http://allergy.mcg.edu/ALK/insect.html

131. Washingtonpost.com
     Roster, schedule/results, statistics.  
     http://washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/sports/leaguesandsports/wnba/charlottesting/
     
     Extractions: United States Afghanistan Albania Algeria American Samoa Andorra Angola Anguilla Antarctica Antigua Argentina Armenia Aruba Australia Austria Azerbaijan Bahamas Bahrain Bangladesh Barbados Belarus Belgium Belize Benin Bermuda Bhutan Bolivia Bosnia and Herzegovina Botswana Brazil British Virgin Islands Brunei Bulgaria Burkina Faso Burma Burundi Cambodia Cameroon Canada Cayman Islands Cape Verde Central African Republic Chad Chile China Colombia Comoros Congo (Zaire) Congo Cook Islands Costa Rica Cote d'Ivoire Croatia Cuba Cyprus Czech Republic Denmark Djibouti Dominica Dominican Republic Ecuador Egypt El Salvador Equatorial Guinea Eritrea Estonia Ethiopia Falkland Islands Fiji Finland France French Guiana French Polynesia Gabon The Gambia Gaza Strip and West Bank Georgia Germany Ghana Gibraltar Greece Greenland Grenada Guadeloupe Guam Guatemala Guinea Guinea-Bissau Guyana Haiti The Holy See Honduras Hong Kong Hungary Iceland India Indonesia Iran Iraq Ireland Israel Italy Ivory Coast Jamaica Japan Jordan Kazakhstan

132. Sting Tickets - Free FedEx!
     sting tickets. Huge selection of tickets to every sting concert nationwide. FREE FedEx shipping* on your online sting concert ticket order! sting Tickets.  
     http://www.everyticket.com/concerts/sting_concert_tickets.html
     
     Extractions: Purchase Sting tickets for all shows here at EveryTicket.com. You can purchase your Sting tickets online or by calling our toll-free number at 1-800-928-7328. We guarantee secure online ordering on all orders. Join thousands worldwide who have experienced the trusted, reliable service we are proud to offer. Click on the link above to view Sting concert schedule. We offer a wide range of seats and prices for all Sting concerts nationwide. Artist(s): Sting

133. CNN - Airline Workers Indicted On Drug Charges - August 25, 1999
     http://www.cnn.com/US/9908/25/airline.drug.sting.01/index.html
     
     Extractions: From Correspondent Susan Candiotti MIAMI (CNN) Fifty-five American Airlines ramp agents and food service contract employees face federal drug smuggling conspiracy charges as a result of an undercover sting operation that used fake cocaine, sources tell CNN. The suspects include 42 American Airlines employees and 13 Sky Chefs food service workers charged by the U.S. Customs Service with smuggling what they thought to be drugs. Three federal inspectors two from the Immigration and Naturalization Service and one from the Department of Agriculture also face charges, the sources said.

134. The Adrenaline Vault | Velocity Servers | Demos | The Sting!
     The sting! Developer neoSoftware Publisher JoWood Productions Rating 32 (42 votes) Rate this Demo Downloads 2829. 42 MB Playable  
     http://www.avault.com/pcrl/demo_temp.asp?game=thesting

135. Index
     Focuses on selfinjury but also offers information on child abuse, domestic violence, and depression. Includes on poetry, art and personal stories.  
     http://www.geocities.com/unsung_pain/
     
     Extractions: welcome to the old familiar sting... this site is a personal site about self injury and about the abuse i've suffered at the hands of various people......ect...... all the things featured on this site is all that i have had to deal with..... if you are a self injurer or an abusive survivor please be careful will browsing the pages as some of the material might be triggering if you have any questions or comments my email address can be found inside this page... please do not hesitate to ask ...... ** this page is just written by a plain and simple grrl i am not a professional and can not give professional advice** FYI this page is in frames....... click the WORDS to enter the old familiar sting

136. SYNCHRONIsite - Déjà Vu Quotes
     Fairly long list of common themes and/or wordings repeated in sting songs (e.g. It's a big enough umbrella )  
     http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/5646/quotes.html

137. CNN - Airline Workers Indicted On Drug Charges - August 25, 1999
     http://www.cnn.com/US/9908/25/airline.drug.sting.02/index.html
     
     Extractions: From Correspondent Susan Candiotti MIAMI (CNN) Fifty-five American Airlines ramp agents and food service contract employees face federal drug smuggling conspiracy charges as a result of an undercover sting operation that used fake cocaine, sources tell CNN. The suspects include 42 American Airlines employees and 13 Sky Chefs food service workers charged by the U.S. Customs Service with smuggling what they thought to be drugs. Three federal inspectors two from the Immigration and Naturalization Service and one from the Department of Agriculture also face charges, the sources said.

138. Wired News: The Student Jukebox Sting
     Advertisement. The Student Jukebox sting. by Kristen Philipkoski Also by this reporter Page 1 of 1. 0420 PM Nov. 09, 1999 PT. The  
     http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,1284,32444,00.html
     
     Extractions: 04:20 PM Nov. 09, 1999 PT The Internet may no longer be the Wild West. Seventy-one college students at Carnegie Mellon University (CMU) in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, have been disciplined for the illegal use of MP3 files on the University's intranet. Wireless Hot Spot Directory Search for Wi-Fi hot spots near you: Tech Jobs Partner Today's the Day The University of Pittsburgh's campus paper, PittNews

139. The Sting Online
     Biweekly student newspaper of Southern Polytechnic State University in Marietta.  
     http://www.thesting.org/
     
     Extractions: An anonymous tip to The Sting recently led to the discovery that Industrial Engineering Professor James E. McKee’s J.D. degree is from a diploma mill. McKee has an A.A.T. from Gwinnett Technical Institute, a B.B.A. and M.B.A from Georgia State University, and a J.D. from University of Devonshire, which is a diploma mill. According to the American Heritage Dictionary, a diploma mill is “an unaccredited institution of higher education that grants degrees without ensuring that students are properly qualified.” This diploma mill is one of the biggest in the world. It has about 35 fake university names, University of Devonshire being one of them.

140. Wired News: Switching Doesn't Have To Sting
     Advertisement. Switching Doesn t Have to sting. By Gordon Bass Also by this reporter Page 1 of 1. 0200 AM Dec. 30, 2002 PT. Choosing  
     http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,56675,00.html
     
     Extractions: 02:00 AM Dec. 30, 2002 PT Choosing an ISP or wireless service is like tattooing your sweetheart's name on your shoulder: seems like the right thing to do at the time, but you're probably in for serious regrets down the road. Consumers are finally demanding the freedom to switch between providers when a better offer comes along. Wireless Hot Spot Directory Search for Wi-Fi hot spots near you: Tech Jobs Partner Today's the Day The churn rate, or frequency with which they change providers, is already high. The wireless churn rate averages about 30 percent a year according to In-Stat/MDR, and ISP churn rates are even higher. A 2001 Forrester Research report claims that MSN experiences 57 percent turnover.

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