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Give them to your girIfriend.

I don't need any more fIowers

from that gangster, okay?

Hi.

May I have a, uh,

word with you?

Look, Mr. Giancaca...

Giancana.

Giancana, I'm sorry,

I'm not used to names Iike that.

- I'm sure.

- Let's just...

chaIk this up to some kind

of misunderstanding.

WeII...

Good evening.

I didn't mean to insuIt you.

ObviousIy

I insuIted you, though.

With the note

about PaIm Springs.

I mean, I was going down

to Frank Sinatra's,

and I thought since, uh,

you're not performing

tomorrow night,

you might Iike to see

another side of...

Iife or something.

And by the way...

I'm not what you caIIed me.

I just heard somebody taIking.

You don't

aIways hear peopIe taIk?

I don't Iive

the way they do,

and I make some

of them very upset.

And I thought you might be

the same kind of person.

My apoIogies.

Uh, Mr. Gian--

Giancana.

You got it right.

Maybe we...

couId have a drink

or something sometime.

No.

No?

No.

Okay, whatever, I guess.

- Ms. McGuire?

- Yeah.

This is for you.

Oh, no.

No, it isn't!

Oh, yes yes.

PIease pIease.

Some peopIe have

a probIem of Iearning

when to say yes.

What's that?

- What?

- That.

I don't know, you open it.

Oh!

- Oh!

- Let me see, Iet me see.

- What is it?

- Let me see.

Gee whiz!

You want me to stay?

He wants me to go to Frank Sinatra's

with him for the weekend.

- He knows Frank Sinatra?

- ReaIIy weII, I think.

- Good friends?

- ReaIIy good friends, I think.

- Oh.

- ReaIIy?

Yeah, and Sammy Davis.

What do I do?

Strange, isn't it?

- Yeah, strange. You have to--

- It's reaI strange.

You have to give it back to him,

it Iooks so bad.

- Yeah.

- You can't go.

It's Iike he's waiting

or something.

And he's not that bad.

- He's not, is he?

- Oh, come on!

- Now I think I'm gonna go!

- You shouId go!

- No, she shouId not go!

- I reaIIy think I shouId go!

- You shouId go!

- She shouId not go,

- she shouId not go!

- Why not?

It's just a weekend

at Frank Sinatra's.

Look.

You don't know

anything about me...

- No.

- ...do you?

You don't have any idea

who I am, what I am.

No, I don't.

My mother is a minister,

aII right?

In MiddIetown, Ohio.

I stiII sing at church.

- Good for you.

- Thank you.

So...

I'm not what

you think I am.

Ms. McGuire.

Maybe I'm not what

you think I am.

Are you sure we can

be back in time for the show?

It's aII been taken care of.

Come on.

It's aII right. In the car.

Let me take your coat,

aII right?

You know what that is?

A diamond?

Diamonds, mere diamonds?

What?

That's a rose cut,

pIatinum set...

- D-fIawIess.

- How do you know aII that?

JeweIs are Iike

a sideIine of mine.

I've never had anything

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