you scored blood money today, hooker. you need a friend.
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.
not intentionally maybe, but that don't make no difference to lonnegan. he'll swat you like any fly.
nobody can buy you a prayer, if i put the finger on ya.
i figure your end of the score was at least 3 gees. i want 2 no matter what it was.
then you'll have to come up with another grand somewhere.
you're a smart egg, hooker. no use dyin' for 2 grand.
you the owner here?
lieutenant snyder. bunco.
i'm lookin' for a guy on the lam from a counterfeiting rap. thought he mighta come in here.
all right if i look around your lobby?
i don't really need your permission.
which way are the rooms?
nobody. i just know what kinda women he likes. i'm gonna check all the joyhouses till i find him.
i think i'll keep that to myself. which way are the rooms?
what are ya gonna do, call the cops?
keep your nose clean, lady. he can't spend all his time here.
twist is right. it won't work.
i'm on vacation. you seen your friend lately?
you see him, you tell him to pay his debts before i get him.
i don't know, what's up?
yeh, sure.
what is this? i got work to do.
yeh, but i don't know where he is.
sure. every bunco man in the country knows gondorff.
why don't you pick him up yourself?
wouldn't that be too bad. you'd hafta move outa this nice office ya got.
what the hell good is hooker to ya?
he'll never do it.
c'mon. we gotta get you outa here.
we'll worry about that later.