MACHINE GUN McCAIN (1969) - PETER FALK POSTERS (Part 7/10)
The gritty Italian Mafia crime movie set in Las Vegas is PETER FALK 's first collaboration with his really good friends John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands.
He plays a mean mafia mobster along a Top cast and one of one Ennio Morricone's best non Western soundtrack
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Director: Giuliano Montaldo
Actors: Peter Falk, Florinda Bolkan, John Cassavetes, Britt Ekland, Gabriele Ferzetti, Gena Rowlands
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silver + charlie adamo/hank mccain
“I should get you a ring.”
Hank almost crashed the car on the side of the road.
“What?” He squeaked. “The hell you’re talking about? “ He scoffed, giving Charlie the side-eye while trying to hide his confusion. The other man merely shrugged. “Well, he started, any proper gang leader has one. Makes them look rich and important and intimidating, especially if it’s one of those big chunky rings. Makes you wonder what kinda mark it’s gonna leave when he punches you, y’know?” There was a small grin over his lips and Hank mirrored it.
“Don’t think I wanna look like that fat Italian Don you used to work for.”
“Of course not. But to be fair I don’t think you’d pull it off even if you tried, shorty.” Hank tried to smack him with his hand, eyes on the road. He was still smiling though.
“Ok smartass, why the fuck would I wear a ring anyway?”
“It would help us I think. Make it seem like there’s more than just the three of us on those heists. Like you could have a whole crew behind your back ready to pounce.” Hank wanted to argue that they didn’t need to. That it was good enough like it was. Just him, Charlie and Rosemary against the rest of the world. But somehow Hank couldn’t bring himself to say it. Something in the way Charlie was staring at him on the passager seat. In the way he felt his palm sweat over the leather of the wheel at the thought of Charlie wanting to buy him a fucking ring.
“How do you even plan to get that ring?” He asked instead.
“Hummm, I have a few ideas.” He sounded like he was talking about something else than jewel robbery, somehow. Hank couldn’t figure what though, but who the fuck talks about stealing precious goods in that kind of voice? Hank tried to not to go down that train of thought.
“I don’t know, man.” He chuckled nervously. “Besides, what would Rosemary think?“ He shot Charlie a smirk, trying to joke, but the man just hummed pensively. “Guess I’ll have to ask her too.”
Hank didn’t know how he felt about that.
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A few weeks goes by, they continue their business as usual and Hank had forgotten everything about that stupid ring. Until Charlie drops a little red box on the bed beside him one late afternoon.
“What is that?” He asks, looking away from the machine gun he’d been polishing.
“It’s for you, Charlie says, almost sheepishly, got it after our last job.” Hank shots him a questioning look. How the hell did you manage without me noticing?, he wants to ask, but then remembers Rosemary and how good she is to hide things from him. God dammit.
He puts down his gun and takes the little box in his hands.
“Go on.” Charlie whispers, encouraging.
Hank opens it.
It’s silver. That’s the first thing he notices. It’s silver and round and shines so fucking bright. When the light hits it just right Hank thinks it could blind someone. It’s not big though, it looks small and elegant, with no fancy design or anything. But it’s been polished in a way that makes it reflective all around.
“Here, Charlie says again after a few seconds of silence. Let me-“ He sits down besides Hank on the bed, taking the little red box from his hands and Hank cannot fucking talk, doesn’t know how to, because Charlie is pulling the ring out and taking Hank’s hand in his own and ever so gently he-
The ring slides perfectly on his finger.
“How’s it?” Charlie asks, almost whispering.
Hank moves his fingers, feeling the weight of it, how it hugs just right. How it just seems to be made for him.
“How did you-?” He can’t finish the question but Charlie winks. “Well I can’t tell you all my tricks, boss.”
They both snort at that, letting go a bit of the tension between them.
“Guess I’m gonna have to act a Don now.” Hank chuckles, still not looking at him. “Nahh, Charlie says, still too short for that.”
They fall in comfortable silence. Hank can’t stop staring at the ring, transfixed by its polished shine. The smooth surface twinkles when Hank moves his hand. Even here, on his calloused finger, the silver band looks pretty and…pure.
“Do you like it?” There’s something in Charlie’s voice, hidden behind his usual assurance. Shyness. Anxiety. Hank’s words are stuck in his throat again. He can’t talk about this, doesn’t know how to, doesn’t have the skills or even the fucking knowledge. He’s better with actions, gestures. Kissing Rosemary is always easier than telling her.
So Hanks nods. That seems to satisfy Charlie who grin, says he’s glad and starts to get up. Hank stops him by the wrist.
“Charlie-“ he starts, but the other man raises a hand to stop him.
“You don’t have to say it.” His smile has turned soft around the edges. “I know.”
He lets go, turning to the door and leaves Hank there with his silence.
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The next day, when Rosemary sees the touch of silver on his hand she doesn’t say anything, but happiness is written all over her face. And when Hank sees the same warmth in Charlie’s eyes, he welcomes it and smiles back.
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