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: I'm Roy's friend. Lilly Dillon
: Yes. I imagine you're lots of people's friend. Myra Langtry
: [taking a good look at LILLY
] Oh, of course, now that I see you in the light, you're plenty old enough to be Roy's mother. Lilly Dillon
: Aren't we all? Roy Dillon
: Play nice. Don't fight.
: Maybe I like it where I am. Myra Langtry
: Well, maybe I don't! I had ten good years with Cole, and I want them back! I gotta have a partner! I looked and I looked and believe me, brother, I kissed a lot of fucking frogs, and you're my prince!
: Well, sure, Roy. You want me to drive up - ? Okay, fine, come on down. It won't be a home-cooked meal, you know. Roy Dillon
: Well, that's good news.
: It's great to get away, isn't it? Take some time off. Next week, I'll be back to work. Myra Langtry
: You already went back to work. Roy Dillon
: What? Myra Langtry
: I watched you, working the tat on those sailor boys. Roy Dillon
: Working the what? Myra Langtry
: Oh, come on, Roy, the tat. What you do for a living. Roy Dillon
: I'm a salesman. Myra Langtry
: You're on the grift, same as me. Roy Dillon
: Myra, I'm not following you. Myra Langtry
: Roy, you're a short-con operator... and a good one, I think. Don't talk to me like I'm another square!
: You talk the lingo. What's your pitch? Myra Langtry
: The long end, big con. Roy Dillon
: Nobody does that single-o. Myra Langtry
: I was teamed ten years with the best in the business, Cole Langley. Roy Dillon
: I've heard the name. Myra Langtry
: It was beautiful! And getting better all the time. Roy Dillon
: Is that right? Myra Langtry
: It is, Roy. It's where you should be. What do you bring in, $300, $400 a week? We used money like that for tips!
: I guess I owe you my life, Lilly. Lilly Dillon
: You always did, Roy.
: Well, who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
: Good afternoon, Mr. Dillon. Roy Dillon
: Hi, Simms. What can I do for you? Simms
: You have a visitor, Mr. Dillon. A very attractive young lady. She says she's your mother.
: You're working some angle, and don't tell me you're not because I wrote the book! Roy Dillon
: What about you? You still handling playback money for the mob? Lilly Dillon
: THAT's me. That's who I am. You were never cut out for the rackets, Roy. Roy Dillon
: How come? Lilly Dillon
: You aren't tough enough. Roy Dillon
: Not as tough as you, huh? Lilly Dillon
: Get off the grift, Roy. Roy Dillon
: Why? Lilly Dillon
: You haven't got the stomach for it.
: I was hoping we could play it straight with one another. Roy Dillon
: I guess not. Lilly Dillon
: I guess you won't be getting a straight job, either. Roy Dillon
: Not this week. Lilly Dillon
: Not ever. Roy Dillon
: It's up to me. I'm strictly short con. It's nothing but small time stuff. I can walk away from it anytime I want. Lilly Dillon
: Where have I heard that before? Roy Dillon
: Yeah, but I'm in control. Lilly Dillon
: Sure. You're only 25 years old, already you can lay down four grand without even turning a hair. Grift's like anything else, Roy. You don't stand still. You either go up or down. Usually down, sooner or later. Roy Dillon
: Well, I'll let it be a surprise, then.
: Do I get any say in this? Myra Langtry
: No! Because... Roy Dillon
: That's what I say. What I say is no. We don't do partners. Myra Langtry
: [Myra is hurt and confused
] What is it? What's goin' on? Why don't you wanna team up? Roy Dillon
: The BEST reason I can think of is that you scare the hell out of me. I have seen women like you before, baby. You're double-tough and you are sharp as a razor, and you get what you want or else; but you don't make it work forever. Sooner or later the lightning hits, and I'm not gonna be around when it hits you.
: My God, it's your mother. It's Lilly. Roy Dillon
: What? Myra Langtry
: Sure it is. That's why you act so funny around each other. Roy Dillon
: What's that? Myra Langtry
: Oh, don't act so god-damned innocent!
[Myra is disgusted
] Myra Langtry
: You and your own mother? Ugh! You like to go back where you been, huh? Roy Dillon
: Watch your mouth. Myra Langtry
: Yeah, I'm wise to you! I should have seen it before, you rotten son of a bitch. How is it, huh? How do you like it-
[Roy slaps her so hard that she falls to the floor
] Lilly Dillon
: Roy, will you or won't you? What can I do to get it? Is there nothing I can do? Roy Dillon
: Lilly - Jesus, what are you doing? Lilly Dillon
: Nothing at all. Nothing at all.
[Lilly swings briefcase. Roy bleeds
] Lilly Dillon
] No, no, no, no, no, no!