The Falcon - The Case Of The Substitute Target

[dramatic music] Oh.

Hey, you.

It's Sunday night in the expensive New York apartment of Ed Rizzo.

Rizzo is a fat, bald foster who is, at the moment-

Oh

... taking a bad pushing around-

[grunts]

... from a tall young man who seems definitely to mean business.

All right, Rizzo, who is it?

Well, when you talk, I know you-

Oh, my finger.

You're in the reach of that drawer.

What are you looking for, a gun? Here's one, only I'll hold it.

There's no use looking around for protection, Rizzo.

I'm your protection, you know that.

Only right now, I'm not protected.

Travis, if you'd only listen to reason.

I want the boss, the top boss.

Now, who is he? Where can I find him?

I told you, I'm the boss.

You work for me, you with me.

Oh!

You don't seem to understand, Rizzo.

I don't work for you, not anymore.

I want the boss, not a cheap stooge.