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See that?

That is a Picasso...

...or a Pissarro.

Do you think I'd have all that | and everything else I f***ing own...

...if I let f***ing morons like you | work for f***ing me?

You're out of the casino business.

Moose.

- Thanks, Moose. | - Don't mention it.

I hate having to do stuff like that.

Anyway, I need you to get up there.

- Up there? | - To the casino.

I need someone I can trust to run it | till I find a replacement.

- Unless you want it permanent. | - I don't want it at all.

- I don't know how to run a casino. | - You've spent enough time in them.

I know Love Me Do, | that doesn't make me John Lennon.

Three weeks at the most. | How about tomorrow?

No, not tomorrow.

Day after tomorrow then, | whatever suits you best.

- Not going at all suits me best. | - You're all I got.

Why can't you give me a few weeks? | We're talking about my casino.

I've got commitments, you know. | Irons in the fire, so to speak.

We are family, you and me.

We do each other favours. | That's what family does.

Who sees you right when you're doing stir?

I've been inside three times, Bruno. | Each time was because of you.

You got something big on | I don't know about?

Good.

Then take one of the jets if you like. | That'll be nice.

Next week. Earliest I can go.

Weekend, so you're ensconced | for the new week.

Yeah. Lovely.

What's up?

Bruno wants me to run his casino | in Manchester.

It's kind of like asking | Hannibal Lecter to fix lunch, no?

We leave at the weekend.

That gives us five days.

- Hello? | - Duke of York Clnema. Ten mlnutes.

You don't understand, Judge. | He Is dead, yet Grlsby's In the...

- No lollies? | - No, sorry.

My husband wrote that thlng | and got you to slgn It for hlm.

It's one of those famous Bannlster trlcks.

No, It's Grlsby's Idea. | It seems Mr. Grlsby wants to dlsappear.

- Don't turn around. | - Right.

- Why are you speaking like that? | - I'm disguising my voice.

- Cary Grant. | - It's James Mason, actually.

- What do we do now? | - Give me the envelope.

I made sure she's there | on Tuesday evening.

I told her to expect | a business colleague of mine.

Her name is Gloria. The one with the face.

Is it really this easy | to have someone killed?

Why don't you say that a little bit louder? | I don't think Rita heard you.

Rita Hayworth, she's on the screen.

But I don't understand, Mlchael.

Right.

I expect half the money by close of day...

...the other half when the job's done. | Understood?

Understood.

We don't need to speak again.

And may I be the first | to offer my condolences...

...on the sad passing of your wife.

How'd you let yourself get dragged Into It?

Because I'm a fool. | A dellberate, Intentlonal fool.

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