I gave Jimmy the tip and he gave me some Christmas money. HENRY *V.O.*: Jimmy was cutting every link between himself and the robbery, but it had nothing to do with me. *to Henry as Jimmy starts his car* I keep 'em up all fuckin' night. HENRY: Come on, don't fuck around, will ya? JIMMY: I do it all the time. HENRY: What'll I tell Fran? JIMMY: Who gives a fuck? Tall her he ran away with a broad. Let me take you home and I'll go look for him myself. FRAN: In twenty years he's never been away all night without calling. Fran! FRAN *hysterical*: Marty didn't come home. HENRY'S HOUSE - NIGHT WOMAN *O.S.*: Open up. JIMMY *still laughing*: Except to stop busting my balls. MARTY *all smiles*: Ah, but Jimmy, nobody loves you. I swear I've never known a ball buster like you in all my life. JIMMY: You wanna talk? Okay, come on, let's get it over with. JIMMY *bursts out laughing*: Son of a bitch. You're gonna get your money, just stop busting balls. HENRY *angry*: Will you shut your fucking mouth. If it wasn't for me, none of you would have had anything. MARTY *smiling*: Jimmy, can I talk to you now? MARTY *annoyed and pleading with Henry as Jimmy and Tommy hurry past*: Hey! Come on, already. CUT TO: NARROW HALLWAY OUTSIDE MEN'S ROOM ON HAY BACK TO BAR CUT TO: MARTY standing in narrow hallway blocking HENRY, JIMMY and TOMMY. Can you believe someday we'll work for him. HENRY *incredulous*: Paulie's gonna make him? JIMMY *proudly grabbing Tommy's beaming face in his hands and kissing him*: Who else? Paulie got the okay. *to Jimmy* Didn't you tell him? JIMMY *wreathed in smiles*: Not yet. TOMMY *suddenly hugging Henry with happiness and affection*: Come on. JIMMY *to Tommy and barely able to suppress his glee*: He's worried.
JIMMY *smiling*: So what? Where are they gonna go? CUT TO: A SMILING TOMMY entering the men's room. HENRY: There are cops all over the place. CUT TO: MEN'S ROOM HENRY: What's going on? What happened to Stacks? Is everything okay? JIMMY *smiling*: Don't worry about it. JIMMY *laughing*: Oh yeah? Anything you say. JIMMY *as happy as he's ever been*: Have a drink first. HENRY *agitated, to Jimmy*: I gotta talk to you. JIMMY *to the bartender*: Give'm a drink. CUT TO: TOMMY firing three silent shots into the back of STACKS' head.
It was just a matter of tine before they got to Stacks. They even said they came up with prints off the wheel. Instead of getting rid of the truck like he was supposed to, he got stoned, went to his girlfriend's and by the time he woke up, the cops had found the truck.
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