"The Street" Episode #2.3(2007)【完整台词】

This is to go no further, but me

and the Professor is somewhat broke.

No, you've done enough...

...but I've just started.

Horsethief.

When a man has that look in his eye,

he's liable to clop you good.

I wish I could've obliged.

It would've been kind of nice

to do another job.

Sometimes I get mighty Ionely

for the good old days.

But that's another thing we got

to thank the New Deal for.

What's the idea of following me?

I told you to get out, you termite.

Do you listen nice or do I tell your husband

you think he's a checkbook with the gout?

You haven't got anything on me.

A paper napkin with

"I love you, Lou" written in lipstick.

A platinum watch engraved

"To Ducky from Wucky."

But nobody would believe

I was Wucky.

How about the jeweler?

He's a very good friend of mine.

What do you want?

Two, five, comma, 0, 0, 0, point, 0, 0.

You know all the cash I get

is two bucks a week for gum.

You're heeled in the ice department.

- So it's my jewelry you want?

- Only temporary.

You're well insured. Hand them over.

Say they were stole.

My syndicate recovers them,

gives them back to the insurance company...

...we get a reward, you get your jewelry.

- Why, that's dishonest.

But very popular these days, my darling.

Such a deal was consummated

only last night.

You read, of course,

that Mrs. Laird got cleaned good?

Yeah.

One of our boys did that.

A French count. Very good man.

I don't believe you.

- We got fine references.

- For instance?

Case Ables good enough for you?

Don't tell me Case Ables

is in on this.

Sister, he invented it.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

Supposing I showed you a little proof.

Mrs. Laird's ruby clips.

- Recognize them?

- Why, yes.

The colonel was going

to buy them for me.

Speaking of the colonel...

...do we have a deal?

- Reach.

- What is this?

Any more talk and I'll plug you.

Hand over those clips.

Put them in your handkerchief.

Those fingerprints will come in handy.

Both of you stick here for 10 minutes.

Don't forget I got enough to hang you.

- What is this, a frame-up?

- Ha can't do that to me.

He don't belong to the guild.

And that's final. If you local detectives

can't do anything, I'll call the FBI.

Don't get excited. We're working on it.

We've got a clue.

- Why don't you do something?

- The number on the card is indistinct.

We're in touch with the social security

people in Washington.

Yeah.

Yeah? Well, get on it right away.

- Thank you. That was Washington.

- Well?

It's gonna take time to trace.

Oh, and because they got red tape,

my wife's got to go around naked.

Get me J. Edgar Hoover.

Oh, they're calling in J. Edgar Hoover?

Well, good. We need some

law enforcement in this community.

Okay, Bill. Thanks.

They're calling in the G-men.

That'll teach whoever it is

not to compete with Case Ables.

Will it?

What do you want?

I thought you might be interested in this.

Where'd you get that?

- That's the guy. I recognize his voice.

- Not so fast.

There's another clip

all covered with his thumbprints.

The cops get it with a letter

if I don't get back in an hour.

Well.

Little hyped up, ain't you, Pinks?

I certainly am.

I got you right in the henhouse.

- I ain't in on nothing.

- Yeah? That ain't the way I heard it.

- Look, Case, I ain't holding no bags.

- Shut up.

- Maybe there won't be no bags.

- Maybe not.

- You could use a little cash, couldn't you?

- Maybe.

There's something else

I could use more.

- Such as what?

- Such as this club tomorrow night.

Wait a minute. What do you mean?

I wanna take the joint over

for a private party.

- Who's giving it?

- Me.

- You? I really am mixed-up.

- I'm very clear.

Vintage champagne, caviar,

the best, see? And on you.

- And you invite the guests.

- What guests?

The best people in town, but especially

a guy named Decatur Reed.

- And if I do?

- You get the clip and everything back.

Well, it's wacky, but it's a deal.

- And you keep your part.

- Lf you keep yours.

I got the invitation

all figured out. Take it.

You are cordially invited to attend

a supper party in honor of Her Highness.

Saturday, the 11 th of January,

at the Florida Club.

Signed, Agustus Pinkerton II.

- Who's that?

- That's me.

"...at the Florida Club.

Signed, Agustus Pinkerton II."

Oh, I don't believe it.

It's a few other people.

Well, what are we so upset about?

It's no screwier than usual.

Anyway, nobody's gonna go

to said party.

A lady flung this cable

out of a car window into my lap.

It's clear that Pinks has been

engaging in extra-legal activities.

What's all the fuss?

Nothing, except Pinks is throwing

a soiree at the Florida Club.

- I know.

- Oh, she knows.

You'd think he'd flung one every day.

Violette, it smells uncomfortable.

Pinks knows what he's doing.

Pinks knows what he wants.

- We can't interfere.

- It's all very confusing.

It's all very clear.

Pinks is trying to save

Her Highness' life.

So what if he borrowed a dress

and a few trinkets to do it?

So what? Means 20 years.