:05:01
I'm married to F.Q. Biggerd,
the millionairess.
:05:04
She's not a millionairess, you ass.
:05:05
Didn't her mother leave her something?
:05:07
Wait. It'll come to me.
:05:09
No, it won't. Will you get off of this?
:05:11
I told you, she hasn't got any money,
God damn it!
:05:14
Wait a minute.
:05:15
Listen, kiddo. Let me just straighten
the picture on the wall right now, okay?
:05:19
If I'd have gotten my divorce,
you wouldn't be married to anybody.
:05:22
You'd be behind bars, where you belong,
you cheap crook.
:05:25
Now do yourself a favor
and stay away from her.
:05:35
Nick.
:05:41
- Nick, how is she?
- She's still out cold.
:05:46
- Nick.
- What?
:05:47
Listen, doesn't she have some money
in her own right?
:05:50
Get off of this.
I told you it's all in Daddy's hands. Period.
:05:53
This is purely a love proposition
between her and I, God damn it.
:05:56
But wait a minute, Nick.
:05:58
Listen.
:05:59
You may be saving me
from the Mann Act, kiddo...
:06:02
but I am saving you from the gallows.
:06:03
Now, when we get to Chicago,
if you'd prefer me to call the bank...
:06:07
and point out the embezzlement
of some $1,500...
:06:09
- by their dummo ex-bank teller...
- Come on, Nicky.
:06:12
...which I have covered
at great personal cost.
:06:14
Come on, Nick. You don't have to make
these unpleasant threats.
:06:18
Do you wanna go to jail,
or do you want to go to California?
:06:22
- California.
- All right.
:06:48
Good morning. Did you have a nice night?
:06:51
I'm sick as a mutt.
:06:54
God, what a night to remember.
:06:57
All a complete blank.
:06:59
She can't drink among other things.