 Now, listen, Sinatra. Listen, Sinatra, what do you know about the murder of Kenny Cadoux? Kenny Cahoo? Cadoux. Well, I don't know anything about it. I'm just waiting around till another wind comes up. Well, look, Sinatra, everyone here at the club is under suspicion. So I'll have to hold you till we can find... Poor Frankie. He thinks he's going back to the El Rosado. That was a five o'clock breeze for banning.