Lucky Number Slevin: In an airport waiting room, a man in a wheelchair tells a stranger a story about a fixed horse race in nineteen seventy-nine that resulted in a family's
deaths. In Manhattan, two bookies and the son of a Mob boss die. A young man just out of the shower answers the door to a neighbor woman and explains that he's visiting,
has had a bad week, including being mugged, and doesn't know where his pal, who lives there, is. The neighbor is chatty; she's a coroner.
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