That's why I tried to keep you sober
tonight. I talked to her this afternoon.

Maybe she's here now.
She was supposed to be on a plane.

I don't know where she is,
but I'll go and try to find her.

Keeley, I couldn't have
killed that guy, could I?

- Leroy found Floyd.
- Where?

He's in a room on Maryland Avenue
where he's hiding out.

He phoned Leroy, trying to raise some
dough. Leroy says he sounds scared.

- You got the address?
- I don't want nothing to do with this.

- I don't wanna get in trouble.
- Just tell us where Floyd is.

Then go back to the hotel
and stay there and forget it.

Don't move, even to another seat.
You want a sandwich or something?

Okay, watch the picture, then,
and don't move.

Open up, Floyd. It's Monty.
Let me get out of here.
What do I have to stay for?

We have to be careful now.
The cops are screwing down.

And that Finlay is sharp.
I tried a couple things,
but I don't know about him.

- We'll be okay. Keep our stories straight.
- Give me a cigarette.

Let me have a cigarette, huh?
Get ahold of yourself.
I gotta leave so I can go out
and keep in touch with things.

- Keep out of sight till they find Mitch.
- Let me go away someplace.

That won't do no good.
You gotta talk to the cops sometime.

No, Monty. I can't talk to them.