The Midnight Man

Hello, my honey

hello, my ragtime girl

send me a kiss by wire

baby, my heart's on fire

if you refuse me, honey, you'll lose me

then you'll be left alone

baby, telephone, tell my I'm your own.

La-la, la-la la la-lah, la-la, la-la la la-lah

this is usually where the frog goes back in the box.

La-la, la-la la la-lah, la-la, la-la la la-lah

uh, use your words.

Let me guess, public school?

You're a funny guy.

- Really? I haven't heard you laugh yet,

but hey, I get, I mean, if Pearl doesn't get his case,

Pearl doesn't make his deal, and, well,

Pearl cuts off your thumbs.

- I keep telling you, bring your boss

down here and I'll talk.

- For the last time, Pearl's not talking to you.

You're dealing with me.

Where's the case?

Rrrribit.

Pauly, let's try the jc.

What's the jc?

Ah, I get it, an attempt at humor.

Get you.

I'm going to count to three.

Don't strain yourself.

One.

Is that Indian food?

Two.

Three.

- I'd just let that go to voicemail.

Dude! Brand new phone, two-year contract!

Nailed it.

We've got all night, Grady.

- No, you've had all night, big guy.

Your boss is probably outside that door

right now listening to you guys fail

all over the upholstery.

Now I hear that he doesn't deal

with disappointment very well.

Makes him a little knife happy.

Last chance, Grady!

Where's the money?!

- La-la, la-la la, I'll only tell Pearl.

I'll only tell Pearl.

So do what you've got to do.

Come on, your thumbs.

La-la, la-la la, la-la, la-la la, la-la

yeah, it's me.

We need Pearl down here.

Yeah, I know.

Just do it.

This is Grady.

Losing our touch?

Shut up!

So you're the joker who thinks

he can take all my stuff

and just make it disappear.

Ta-da!

- Let me tell you something about me

a lot of people down know.

I can be quite a nice man.

I do have a few layers.

Like, I'm a very keen cobbler.

You know what that is?

A baked, fruity thing.

It's a shoemaker.

I like making shoes.

I'm also a keen scrapbooker.

- Be sure to add that to your online dating profile.

- But I am anal about one thing and that is balance.

You must make a good cobber.

- The way I see it, me and you have

got a balance problem, Mr. Grady.

You took my stuff, which gives you two options,

number one, you give it back with a bit extra,

a finger, an ear, or you don't,

and I'll extract the rest of your digits.

Now, you've been through a lot today, a lot of pain.

Why don't you do yourself a favor, give it back.

What you smiling at?

Two things.

First it's just Grady.

The second?

- You'd be amazed at how much pain a man can take

when he can't feel it.

What are you?

Don't be a drama queen.

We tortured you.

- And I'm sure that you and Paulie are

usually very, very good at your jobs but listen,

trust me, it's not you, it's me.

You?

- Yeah, you with bow tie, I'm talking to you.

I mean, really mad skills.

Hey! Who the hell are you?

What the hell was that?

Stop! Talking!

You're him.

You're the midnight-

shh, don't say it.

Trust me, it's better this way.

What else do you know about me?

You work for Ezekiel!

What?

Do you know , Ezekiel always says that there's bad

and then there's me.

You see, your boss over, there Pearl, he was very, very bad.

I'm worse.

You gonna kill us?

Not this time.

You and the rest of your people

have one week to close up shop and

go far, far away.

If you don't...

I'm sorry, I'm not very good at mime.

You've made your point.

- Wait! How were you able to do that?

Good genes.

Too long.

It's taking too long.

It didn't work.

Pearl knows you wouldn't move on him

unless you had all of us behind you.

If he figured your boy out,

we're talking war on the streets.

Well, I say bring it.

The man's out of control.

He's gotta go.

He's crazy, frigging nuts.

Heard he whacked his own wife.

I heard he fed her to dogs.

It was wolves.

I heard he ate her himself.

Did no one else hear that?

- Let's not start battening down the hatches just yet.

Grady?

It's over.

Pearl's dead.

You sure it's Pearl?

We can't afford any mistakes.

- He fit our description to the t.

It was him.

How did he die?

Badly.

- Gentlemen, there will be no war tonight.

Good work, Grady.

Now go have some fun.

Addie.

I guess you know already.

Hot water heater's busted.

We're all taking cold showers this morning.

Right, yes, freezing.

- Don't worry, I'll have it fixed by this afternoon.

You know it's rude to stare.

- Sorry, I never see you with no shirt on.

Car accident when I was a kid.

They had to use the jaws of life to get me out.

It's a bit difficult to talk about, actually, Eddie.

My mother, she was an artist.

We had just bought her an easel

when we were hit by a car.

Both legs when straight through

her chest, punctured her heart.

She bled out in front of me.

The last thing she ever said to me was,

"son, tell them I died for my art."

Seriously?

You had me going there.

- Oh, please, I never even knew my mom.

No, the bitch left me in an alleyway to die as a baby.

Yeah, just around the corner from the police station.

She couldn't even be bothered to take the last few steps. Anything else?

No, sir,

you

have a good day.

Grady, welcome.

Thank you, dom.

Breakfast?

No.

- So I've been told you're ready to go back to work.

All healed.

Nothing clicks when I move it.

You should be pleased to know,

Pearl's associates have vanished.

His businesses have shuttered all their windows.

You made quite an impression on them, it seems.

They made a few on me.

I call us even.

You know what this means?

It means my hair looks good

on a telephoto lens.

And the FBI's intel on me is alarmingly accurate.

- Right down to that nickname of yours.

How'd they get all this?

You've been betrayed.

Four of my own have turned informant.