[Groans]
- Green light. - Let's go.
How many times was John Wayne nominated for an Academy Award?
Probably not enough.
Marcellino's still asleep.
- I'm gonna go relieve Ed. - How the hell can one son of a bitch sleep so much?
- Fear. - As long as he wakes up to testify.
[Groaning]
Oh, no. [Speaking Italian]
We've been looking for you.
- So you want to be a witness? - No, no, no, no!
Witness this.
[Chattering]
His birthday was in two weeks.
Harry, they wanna take him out.
Harry?
Twenty-seven years of this shit, and I never got a scratch. Jesus Christ.
I want a list of everybody in Witness Protection...
who knew we were holding Marcellino...
and anybody else who could've known...
from the district attorney to the commissioner.
They're dead, Mike.
Whoever set this up...
whatever it takes...
they're dead.
- Okay, Cullen. You're outta here. - [Siren Wailing]
Now you're off and runnir Runnirlike you're scared
Runnirunder radar Runnirlike a deer
Somethirin the bushes starirout at you
Starirat your feelirs Feelirlike you do
One-way rider wanderirdown the road
Baby, I'm right beside you everywhere you go
Once upon a daydream Circumstances do
Everything to hold on Everything for you
First we found a loser Next we found a fool
Now we follow footsteps taken up on you
One-way driver One way down the road
- Baby, I'm right beside you - [Worker] Hey, you goddamn son of a...
Everywhere you go
- Whoa! - Damn!
Aah!
[Man Chuckles] Yes, sir. Well, a number of the residents have complained...
though, about the trash around the Dumpster, so I think you should do something about it.
Yes, sir. Heh! All right. Have a good day then.
[Grunts]
- You caught the bastard. - In the act.
Bullshit. I was on my way to a costume party.
He stopped somebody over at Route 74 for driving too fast.
- He was going to let them off for 50 bucks. - They stopped me for directions.
Book him.
Impersonating an officer, resisting arrest...
fraud, reckless driving and lying to the sheriff.
- I'll be at home if you need me. - Okay, Sheriff.
Come on, Deputy Dawg.
- [Classical, Loud] - [Sheriff] Amy.! Amy.!
[Clicks Off]
Amy?
- Are we having a party? - Of course...
and I'm glad you're home early to join in the celebration.
Is it just gonna be us, or are we gonna have company?
[Laughs] Be serious. Of course it's just us.
So, what are we celebrating?
Commemorating...
our fifth year.
Five years in exile. Five years in a town without...
having found anybody who could talk about anything except...
crops and the weather.
- It's not gonna be forever. - The hell it's not.
Christ, Amy, this is old news. Let it go.
- I did the best I could. - The hell you did.
You could still be with the bureau. You could've fought it.
We could still be living in New York. You did not have to quit!
They gave me a chance to resign. If it would've gone to trial...
I would've lost and they would've kicked me out.
I wouldn't have even had the chance to get this job!
What are we having for dinner?
Just this.
This is gonna make us fat.
You think because we're in shape we're not already fat?
We're like all the cows they raise around here.
Stuck. Victims of circumstance.
And you know what a cow's biggest contribution to this world is?
[Angry Gasp]
You should not drink and bake.
[Phone Ringing]
Hello, Mark.
- Yeah? - It's Shannon, Mark. Harry Shannon.
It's been a long time, Harry. What's going on?
I want to talk to you, Mark. I got trouble.
- Talk. - No. Not on the telephone.
It's all I've got time for.
Things aren't so good, huh, kid?
Seen better days.
If you wanna see 'em again, meet me.
The bureau always arranges such intriguing meeting places.
- This has nothing to do with the bureau. - [Clicking]
[Man] Mr. Patrovita, you deny any sources of illicit income...
any connection at all with organized crime...
yet your reported income for this past year was $73,000...
with which you somehow managed to maintain...
a seven-bedroom mansion here in Chicago...
a hunting lodge in Wisconsin...
a winter resort in California...
four Cadillacs that we know of...
and a lifestyle that makes Ted Turner look like a derelict.
Now, can you explain how you manage this?
I think it'd be of particular interest to those of us...
- on fixed incomes. - [Mark] Hold it. That's Baxter.
- I know, I know. - What the hell has he got to do with it?
- He's special federal prosecutor. - That son of a bitch cost me a career.
You brought in a suspect with half the bones in his body broken.
- Any prosecutor would've gone after you. - Oh, you remember the case.
The guy kidnapped an 11 -year-old girl.
He molested, murdered and mutilated her.
Well, the public wasrt too keen on heavy-handed cops at that time.
Baxter was out to nail me to the wall.
- I went to see him, tried to tell him what happened... - What did he say?
Resign or be prosecuted. Any way you want it.
Yeah, well, the good news is that...
he's giving Patrovita a lot more shit than he ever gave you.
- [Clicking] - I got a lotta debts.
- [Laughter] - [Baxter] Uh-huh. To whom?
- Friends. - Like Paulo Rocca and Bill Rusman?
I plead the Fifth Amendment.
- [Clicks Off] - That's Lu Patrovita.
He runs the strongest of the Chicago families.
[Tape Rewinding]
- [Clicking] - [Baxter] Mr. Rocca, your stated source of income...
is a travel agency, yet you, like Mr. Patrovita...
seem to, uh, have a lifestyle that far exceeds your income.
Would you mind shedding some light for us on what seems to be...
some extraordinary money management here?
I'll take the Fifth on this, on whatever you're gonna ask me next...
and everything after that.
Honest men don't have to tolerate this kind of harassment in this country.
Thank you, Mr. Rocca, for reminding us of our inalienable rights.
[Harry] Rocca is the undertaker.
Anybody bothers Patrovita, this one buries 'em in the gravel pit.
So we did Who's Who In Chicago. You're the one in the bureau. What do you want from me?
Do, uh... Do you remember my son?
Blair. Yeah. We went to some ball games with him.
- Yeah, that's right. - He joined the bureau, didn't he?
Yep.
How is he?
Dead.
I want Patrovita.
- He killed Blair? - Blair was covering a government aide...
a witness who could've put the bastard away forever.
No.
No, he had somebody do it.
There's nothing that a small-town sheriff can do that you can't.
Oh, no, no. The bureau has nothing to do with this.
No, I'm financing this myself.
I have $45,000 in savings.
I want you to get inside the Patrovita organization and tear it up.
Who do you think I look like? Dirty Harry?
- I think you look like an unappy man. - You have a cure?
Possible reinstatement.
Get back into the bureau.
- Hmm? - How?
The bureau's been trying to get somebody inside of Patrovita's family for over a year...
but there's a big leak somewhere.
All our guys keep getting nailed.
That's why no one but me will know about you. Nobody.
Now, you do a good job, you pull this off, and you've got a great shot.
Now, what do you say?
Do you think I'd still pass the physical?
This is Kaminski, investigating a break-in at the Petrolcam storage yard.
[Woman] Roger, Sheriff. We copy.
[Police Radio Chatter]
[Harry On Tape] I'm sorry you had to kill yourself off, kid...
but it's safer for everybody that way.
The top slot is Luigi Patrovita.
He's been up there for over 20 years. He's smart.
Buried a marching band getting where he is.
His right arm is a guy named Rocca.
He'd kill for table scraps.
Him you watch close.
The false I.D. Corresponds to a guy...
in the N.C.I. Computer with a bad rap sheet.
The phone number is a safe house...
where an answering machine is set up to catch your bulletins.
There's $25,000 for initial expenses; more if you need it.
The squat-face guy is a new kid on the block. His name is "Hammer" Lamanski.
He's been biting off little pieces of Patrovita's pie.
Doing damage to him is probably your quickest way...
to catch the big mars eye.
Remember, there's a leak.
He's the one who got Blair killed.
He's the one I want.
Well, see ya in Chicago.
[Overlapping Chatter]
Big player, number eight!
Place your bets. Place your bets. Place your bets.
Place your bets.
All bets down. All bets down.
Throw the dice!
Seven! You lose. Come and get another number.
Come and get another number.
I don't think the table is straight. I want to see Mr. Lamanski.
He's not around, pal. And all losers don't think a table is straight.
I'm still right.
[Chattering Quiets]
[Overlapping] Oh, shit.! Yeah? So what? Looks like the table's fixed.
This table's fixed.! You scumbag.! Hey, look at that.! That's bullshit.! That's my money.!
[Chattering, Shouting]
- Magic or magnet? - Rudy! Rudy!
Hey, you! Get outta here!
Scram! Who the fuck are you?
[Overlapping Shouts]
[Woman] Hey! Wait up!
Guys, make sure to clean up the mess before you knock off, okay?
I'm gonna kill that bastard.
Excuse me. Could you move to the side a little bit?
- Your lights. - Thank you.
[Horn Honking]
Oh, shit!
[Indistinct Shouting]
[Alarm Ringing]
It's costing us a lot of money to get together like this...
because now my time is won'th as much as yours.
- Worth more. - Hmm?
- You got less of it. - I gave you the courtesy of this talk...
because you worked for me a long time.
Like I said, close down everything and get out...
or one morning you are gonna wake up dead.
Luigi, I got employees, obligations... There's plenty for both of us.
There's no "both of us." There's just me.
- You got two days. - And then what? Back to work for you?
You don't work around here anymore for me...
or anybody.
[Man] Auggie, let's move one out.
- [Clicking] - [Man] You got it.
Get down! Move it!
[Groans]
Fucking Lamanski! Who the hell does that son of a bitch think he is?
- He thinks he can take me outjust like that? - Come on.!
That bastard's crazy!
He's a fucking amateur! He learned nothing from me!
- I'm still okay, right? - Yeah.
Just a waste of fucking bullets.
Tony was a good kid.
Make sure you get a good replacement for him.
You son of a bitch!
[Siren Wailing]
- Hey, you got the wrong car, pal. - Shut up.
Hey, you know who it belongs to?
Yeah, a guy who is probably gonna be dead before it's out of warranty.
[Indistinct Radio Chatter]
- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you. Drive.
- What do you want? - Take off all your jewelry.
- Do you know who bought all this stuff? - Martin Lamanski.
He has good taste in jewelry, but you've a rotten taste in men.
Come on.
Gonna mess up your hair.
Attagirl. Keep going.
[Chauffeur] Fuckir shit! You took my lunch, you son of a bitch!
[Doorman] Good evening, sir.
- [Bell Dings] - Down.
- There is no down. - Hey, I'm not a cop.
I'm a player.
- A martini on me. - Get you a drink?
- Oh, bartender. - Yes, sir, a Manattan.
Yeah, another one.
What do you need?
Couple of minutes with Mr. Rocca.
- Not possible. - Tell him I'm the pain in Lamanski's ass.
Wait here.
- You're working for Morgan and Company, right? - Richard's supposed to meet us.
Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.
Cards?
- Losing improves your character. - Winning improves your wardrobe.
Again, place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.
- Cards? - [Whispers, Indistinct]
- Go on in. - [Buzzing]
What's your name?
Joseph P. Brenner... Joey.
And you're the pain in Lamanski's ass, huh?
Wasted one of his joints and took down a couple of his bag men.
And this stuff comes from his girlfriend.
What'd you bother with that for?
Intimidation. Let him know that nothing is safe.
What are you trying to prove?
Joey, this is Max Keller.
Max takes care of things... all kinds of things.
- Trying to prove that maybe you can use me. - For what?
To take care of things... all kinds of things.
That job's filled.
I'm sure a smart man like Mr. Rocca is always looking to upgrade.
- I'm the best there is. - Max...
if you're the best there is, the wheel would've never been invented.
- How'd you know I was looking for somebody? - I didn't.
I thought I might get lucky.
Where're you from?
The last few years? Miami.
- Your references? - I'm in the computer.
I'm sure you can find a couple of cops that can punch it up for you.
What makes you think I'd be happy to see Lamanski's ass kicked?
You see, in Miami, we can tell everything by the flow of the blow.
This Lamanski has been making bigger buys every week.
Now, I know he has been biting into someone's action.
Go see the cashier.
She'll give you a thousand dollars in chips. Enjoy yourself.
In case you forget, I'll be checking back with you.
I don't believe a fucking word he said.
Girl Scouts build character...
and it's a lot cheaper.
You pester me, I'll have you tossed out.
You have that kind of clout around here?
- They know me. - I envy them.
- Place your bets. - I'm sure nobody will mind if you go home before you're broke.
Don't trouble yourself over my money. I always get more.
Getting it somewhere else might change your luck.
[Indistinct Chatter]
Where the hell do you think he's goir?
[Driver] Takira leak?
He's in here? Perfect!
If any more guys duck down that alley, we're gonna start sellir tickets.
- Where'd he go? - This way.
Come on, come on! Come on!
[Siren Wailing]
Forget it!
- Hurry up! - Wait up!
- Any trouble? - Oh, nothing special.
- All these alleys probably have rats. - You got some I.D.?
Sure.
Saw those three guys leave the hotel after ya.
Anything particular or, uh, just a mugging?
They had trouble telling me what they wanted.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Joseph P. Brenner. What's the "P" stand for?
Pussy.
See ya around.
Harry, everything is moving along fine.
The apartment is okay.
I'm renting a car tomorrow.
Something happened last night that got me thinking.
I might get into a spot where a cop is shooting at me.
Any idea how I ought to handle it?
Three back-busters jumped me.
I have a feeling that Max Keller had something to do with it.
Rocca is probably checking on me as I talk. I'll stay in touch.
Hi.
When was the last time you had a good piss?
[Lookout] Hey, let me in. I gotta take a leak.
- [Woman] Freeze.! - Don't move!
- Hold it right there! - In the back room! Cover me!
- We got 'em now! - Let's get out of here!
- Freeze! - [Woman Gasps]
- Hey, what the... - Hold it!
- [Woman Shouts, Indistinct] - [Man] Throw it.!
- You got a paper? - I got a warrant. You got your rights.
Patrovita's got a big fuckir headache.
Call the president. I think we just fixed the deficit.
That's $100 million on the street.
We can make it up in a couple of weeks.
Just what Lamanski needed.
If he's got a lot of shit on hand, he's gonna step in at bargain prices...
and grab a great big chunk of the business!
Well, why don't we just take him out?
Because he's looking for it!
You won't get near him now, unless you want to start a war.
Nobody needs that.
Later.
- How many got busted? - Eight.
Nobody pulled a trigger. They'll all make bail.
Have you found a replacement for Tony?
I'm looking somebody over.
- I want it back. - What?
The money. The smack. It's mine. I want it back.
Oh, come on! What are we gonna do, knock over city hall?
We don't even know where they got it stashed.
But we know somebody who can tell us.
That shit is mine. I paid for it, and I want it back.
And I'm gonna get it back.
How the hell is it you never did any time?
I'm smart, unlike someone we know.
Max thinks you stink from trouble.
- He doesn't want you around. - I'm sure he makes a lot of mistakes.
Never the same one twice.
You're on.
But consider yourself temporary.
And if Max is right, very temporary.
We start tomorrow.
It's nice to be one of the family.
- Get my car, please. - Yes, sir.
Sam, could you get me a cab, please?
[Whistles] Taxi.!
How'd you do the other night?
- Your money didn't change a thing. - And tonight?
I got out with cab fare.
Maybe you should try a different kind of recreation.
Losing at tennis wouldn't make me feel any better.
The exercise might.
- We don't need you. - Thanks, pal.
Okay. Thank you.
You're a real take-charge guy.
Hold your glass very still. [Giggling]
Oh!
Huh!
Oh. I don't know why they advertise all those sleeping pills on television.
I mean, chemicals are no good for you.
A couple of bottles of champagne wipes you right out.
Exactly.
What are you sayir? Are you sayir you're ready for bed?
- I think so. - That sounds like a hell of an idea to me.
Gonna help you get up. Ooh!
Uuh! God!
- Here. - There you go.
There you go.
Come on. Hurry.
[Grunting, Laughing] Oh, God!
- You know what I like about bedrooms? - No. What?
You almost always find a bed in there.
[Laughing]
You know what?
I've noticed the same thing.
Oh, my God.
[Sighs]
Great.
Uuh!
- [Snoring] - [Woman] I've got what there is.
Joseph P. Brenner. Social Security number, 567-3...
567-34-5787
Dade County licence number...
48736892-R.
Passport number...
H-1032642.
Okay? He's asleep.
[Snoring Continues]
He's passed out.
This takes care of a thousand dollars of my I.O.U., right?
Okay.
If there's something to say, I'll call.
[Patrovita] We wanted to check your water heater today, Sarah...
but the, uh, keys werert where they were supposed to be, so we couldn't do anything.
If you tell us where the keys have been moved, we'll come back and take care of it.
Look, come back to me as quick as you can.
Yeah, you don't want to freeze to death in that water.
- Fucking little worm. - What's his problem?
We give him a million dollars to tell us where to hit Marcellino.
Now the son of a bitch is pulling back.
Well, maybe he doesn't know where the shit is stored.
How many places do you think the cops can store that much cash and smack, huh?
Lfhe doesn't know it, he'll find out.
Or maybe he just doesn't like what you're planning.
I'm supposed to give a shit what he thinks?
No, he'll come across. What the hell's his choice?
- He's in up to his ass. - There's no way I can talk you out of this?
[Chuckles] If you could, I shouldn't be where I am.
When we start thinking there's something we can't do...
something that's too big or too messy, then we oughta get out.
This is like wrestling. It's fixed.
And the cops are always gonna lose, and they know it.
[Dance, Indistinct]
I wanna hear you say you're sorry
- [Lip-synching] - Nobody takes advantage of me
Uuh [Continues, Indistinct]
- [Wolf Whistles] - Over here, honey.
- Jeanine! Over here! - [Overlapping Shouts]
Iflooks could kill
You'd be lyiron the floor
You'd be beggirme Please, please
Baby, don't you hurt me no more
- Where's Metzger? - I haven't seen him.
- How's business? - We're dying.
We're liviron the edge Hangirby a thread
I'm watchirevery move you make
You don't wanna see my anger
So don't you make another mistake
That's him!
- [Punching Keypad] - That's a harmless, empty threat
- Hey! Watch it! - [Indistinct Shouting]
- Stop it! - Asshole!
- Iflooks could kill - Do you mind? - Come on.!
- You'd be lyiron the floor - Cut it out.!
- Hey, you cretin! - You'd be beggirme, please, please
- Oh, God! - Baby, don't hurt me no more
Uh! No, no! No, please!
- [Groans] - Come here.!
- Help me! - Come here!
I hear you're paying off everybody but the fucking government.
- Lamanski says pay him. He'll come back with a torch. - So you decided to pay us both.
- Is that it? I didn't know you had so much loose cash. - Just stay out of it.
- No. I'm gonna close down. - Oh, yeah? You try it, all right?
- [Liquid Splashes] - You piece of shit!
- Uh! - Ah! Do something, huh?
[Screaming]
- [Man] Oh, my God.! - This is what you're gonna look like dead.
- Don't pay Lamanski anymore. - [Mumbles Weakly]
If I torch this shit-house, you'll be inside it.
Get in my way again, and I'll kill ya.
I hope you're not your mother's only child.
Ohh! Oh, Mr. Metzger, are you all right?
Iflooks could
Kill
- I didn't think you were this twisted. - Twisted? This is kid stuff.
We got a call. Somebody thought there was some trouble here.
Oh, the boys were having some trouble with their makeup.
Joey P. Brenner. You turn up in the most damnedest places.
Trying to learn my way around.
Well, you got a good guide if you wanna know your way around a sewer.
Iflooks could kill
- Where do you know that cop from? - Oh, he broke up a fight I had in an alley...
the night you sent your three assholes to take me apart.
[Man] We don't know what his name is yet...
but he's definitely working for Patrovita.
- I don't want his name. I want his ass. - I'll see to it he disappears.
First you bust him up real good, public and messy.
Everybody should know what you get when you kick in my door.
[Club Whizzes, Clinks]
Shit, I hate this game.
This looks like it's going to be fun.
- That'd be different. - Why? He's not a good host?
Some of his friends can be a pain in the neck.
Hey, you're with the main man.
- If you have any trouble, you let me know. - [Chuckles]
- Wear that one. - Beautiful, beautiful. Give it some sparkle.
- Such a pretty dress. - Oh, like this? [Giggling]
Joey.
I was hoping you could make it.
Monique.
- Quite a party. - Party?
This is just a simple gathering of the immediate family.
Luigi's parties have to be held outdoors.
He wants to meet you.
Be right back.
- Hey, you guys having fun? I'm having a lot of fun. - [Snaps Fingers]
Let's capture the moment here, huh? Come on.
Max, maybe you're having too much fun.
Eat something.
- I'll get you a nice eight by ten. - Keep it. I'm not sentimental.
I didn't think so.
[Knocking]
Come in.
- Joey Brenner, Luigi Patrovita. - My pleasure.
You like getting close to our friend?
You want the job done right, don't you?
- What have you found out? - Nothing.
I want you.
We tried that, remember?
You come home with me, and you owe nobody nothing.
I'll owe you, won't I?
Mr. Rocca thinks you would make a won'thwhile addition...
- to our various endeavors. - I like to think so.
- Oh, you're a thinker. - Sometimes.
Not enough to get me into any trouble.
From what we know, you don't stay anyplace too long.
If you're not part of an organization that can protect you...
- moving around is the next best thing. - He's looking for a home.
You kill anybody, Joey?
Yeah.
More than one?
Three. You want names and addresses?
- [Case Closes] - Smart, I like.
Smart-ass, I don't.
All right. Forget it. Go back to the party. I want to talk to Mr. Rocca.
Nice meeting you.
I don't know.
You don't let him in too far too fast.
Give him a little time to impress us.
If he doesn't, we'll use him for something dirty and dump him in the pit.
Cute, huh?
[Sighs] What a doll.
Yes, I think it would accessorize the outfit beautifully.
What do you think? Does it make you drool?
I would have picked exactly the same one. That is my taste.
Yeah? Do you like this one better?
- What do you think? Which one do you like better? - Try it on.
- You don't mind sitting here? - No. I like it.
- Okay. All right. I'll see you later. - Bye.
All right.
- Well, this goes with the color. It's beautiful. - Something in red?
Well, I think it's something... [Continues, Indistinct]
It's just... red.
Why don't you just pick one? I'll never make up my mind.
- Why don't you take them both? - I can't afford them both.
I can.
Oh. You do that too easy.
You always buying things for the ladies?
- No. Not in a long time. - Kiss her good-bye, shithead.
It's a stickup.
- Call security. - Oh, really?
Just dial, dipshit!
We're being robbed and beaten!
[Monique] Oh!
Out of my way, bitch!
I'm very hard to fit.
- This way! - No, this way!
We're finished shopping!
[Patrovita] Yeah? Well, come up with something!
[Rocca] If it was possible, Luigi, and I'm not so sure it is...
it's gonna take a lot of work to pull this thing off.
- A lot of planning. - Look. We get a floor plan.
We buy ourselves an inside man and we go.
Our boy not only told me where it is...
he told me they're moving it to a federal depository for safekeeping next Tuesday.
- Oh, Jesus. This is crazy! - Look, last week in New York...
$10 million won'th of cocaine walked out of a police station.
- Nobody knows where the hell it is! It can be done. - That was inside work.
I'm talking a major fucking job here!
It'll make Brinks look like rolling a drunk.
There's 50 cops in that building any hour of the day. How you gonna get 'em outta there?
Give 'em tickets to the ball game?
A bomb.
Just blow the place up, huh?
The genius.
What are you talking about?
Bomb threat. Whenever they get one, they have to evacuate the whole building.
Yeah, sure. If they believe it.
They get that shit all the time. How you gonna guarantee they'd bite?
Make them nervous.
Make them believe someone is trying to blow up every police station in the city.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Phones Ringing]
- Hey! Where you going? - Filling the vending machine.
- Where's Bobby? - Ha! That's what the boss would like to know.
Hey, you guys bigger on potato or corn chips?
- The guys in the 6th don't touch the corn. - [Ringing]
- 9th District, Sergeant Mora. - Myself, I don't care, you know.
- [Mora] Okay, lady. Where are you? - [Woman On Phone, Indistinct]
Anybody hurt?
All right. Someone will be out over there in a little while.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Woman Screaming]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, it doesn't look like they intended too much damage.
There's always the chance the guy was a bad bomb maker.
- What're you doir here, Harry? - Oh, just hopir that some...
half-assed, pro-life, whale-lovir terrorist didn't do it...
so the bureau doesn't have to get involved, and we can leave it in your good hands.
- Hmm. - It's crude. It's very crude.
How are ya, Harry?
Hello, Marvin. Yeah, I'm gettir better. How about yourself?
- Well, complaining doesn't make any difference, huh? - [Man] Come get a shot of this.
So, what do you figure this was?
Well, he thinks somebody was mad at the vending machine.
Uh, look, you two kibbutz somewhere else.
- You're impeding criminal science. - Yes, yes, right.
So, how goes your Patrovita case?
I find new angles every day.
Believe me, he'll run out of options before we run out of patience.
- I already have. - Nobody can blame you.
Somebody said they took you off this case.
Well, they don't control all the hours of my day.
Don't mess around, Harry. We might have something workir that you don't know about.
My guess is that whatever you've got workir... won't work.
We're doir all we can.
Great. So am I.
I know with you it's personal, but we're both after the same thing... justice.
Right, Harry? Justice.
Fuck justice!
[Indistinct Chatter]
- [Dance] - Allow me.
There you go.
I don't really want to lose you
But I don't want to go
What's new on the domestic front?
I don't have the report typed out yet.
I can tell the way they act and their attitude
Remember that horse we used to look at? I bought it.
What's on your mind, Max?
You.
What can he do for you I can't?
This was your idea, not mine.
Well, I didn't expect it to go this far.
How far has it gone?
Does he climb into your pants five times a day?
Is that what you wanna hear?
Not really. I'd like to know it was me.
The only way you'll ever end up lying next to me is if we're run down by the same car.
I like it when you hurt me, baby.
- [Gasping] - Myself...
I'd rather give than receive.
Wrong.
Ever think about ever settling down
[Chuckles] Max...
I don't think we're going to be the kind of pals I hoped we'd be.
If a tear rolls from my eyes
I feel the hurt inside
As I reach out to you
I'm impressed.
I'm hungry.
I can't get out You see, I'm tied
- [Dance, Faint] - The more we know each other, the less you wanna see me.
Is this an approach you developed yourself, or something you read in a book?
These guys from the dress shop are going to be back...
and I don't want you around when they do.
I like you.
Maybe more than you like me. I don't know.
Unless you're gonna tell me you're married or something, I'm not staying away.
You're married?
For a long time.
Where is she?
Far away from here.
Well...
that's a relief.
I thought I lost it.
All this great equipment, and you're sitting on your hands.
I was telling myself, "He's a slow starter, but it gets hot when he gets going."
You're important to me. You are a friend.
- You're more than a friend. - "Friend."
- You're more than that. - We're friends.
When I wanna make friends, I'll go to summer camp.
You wanna hear something funny?
I was sort of flattered.
I thought you were going slow because you thought this was real important...
and you didn't wanna blow it.
[Chuckles]
It's gonna take me a long time to figure out which of us is the biggest asshole.
[People Murmuring]
[Woman] God.! They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Whoo.!
The whole thing could blow up.
- Patrovita's gonna get Lamanski. - Mmm.
As long as they keep cutting down the right people, I don't give a shit.
Patrovita wants the money and the dope the cops got when they raided him.
And he's gonna try and get it.
You're kidding.
You know what happens if we stop this?
Yeah. Since I'm the new boy, they must figure that I'm the leak.
Let 'em have it. This is not the reason we're in this.
- What about Lamanski? - Considering how we're involved in this...
I can't be of much help to you, Mark.
You're gonna have to watch out for yourself.
You want out?
I started to call Amy last night.
- I wanted her to know that I'm still alive. - Dangerous.
Yeah. But I've put her through a lot.
But if we stop now, the whole thing is for nothing.
And knowing Amy...
she probably will kill me herself.
Are you gonna stick?
This Joey has a pretty good life.
Expensive clothes, a nice car...
lots of money and free time.
I never had it so good.
Just don't let it go to your head, all right?
That's kind of sudden.
You don't work good on short notice?
Nothing works if it isn't thought out.
They hit the 3rd District in an hour.
We'll waste Lamanski as a diversion.
It's my idea.
What do you think?
I'll let you know when it's over.
[Footsteps Approaching]
We're ready.
[Ringing]
3rd District, Sergeant Washington.
You've got a bomb inside the building.
It goes off in 22 minutes.
All right. Everything's jammed.
We have a bomb.
Call Bomb Disposal.
Clear the building.
[People Singing In Hebrew]
[Ringing]
Bomb Disposal.
Evacuate and barricade a perimeter of 300 feet from the building.
We're on the way.
We're go.
So are we.
- [Sirens Wailing] - [Man] Clear those people.! Come on.!
- [Man] Come on. Let's keep moving. - [People Clamoring]
Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
[Clamoring Continues]
- Watch out! Watch where you're going! - [Indistinct Shouting]
- Come on! Come on! - Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
It's right down here.
- [Indistinct Chatter] - Torch!
Come on.!
You see him? Lamanski.
Take him when he's clear.
Shit.! No way.
Where the fuck did all those people come from?
Maybe they play bingo.
Do you own a calendar, Max? I bet it's a Jewish holiday.
Yeah, well, for his sake, it better be the Day of Atonement.
We'll follow him and take him when we can.
- [Indistinct Chatter] - [Helicopter Blades Whirring]
All right. That's it. He's ready. Outta here.
We're set.
- [People Screaming, Clamoring] - Oh, shit.
That's good.
- [Coughing] - Guys, we're on the clock.
[Coughing Continues]
- Come on. - Here, fill this one.
[Max] When we get to the expressway, I'm gonna run him off the road.
Their car is much heavier than ours.
Wort matter if you hit the driver.
- [Honking Horn] - [Shouting]
[Honking Horn]
- [Honking Horn] - [People Exclaiming]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshots Continue]
Run 'em into the wall.
[Chuckles]
Let's get outta here!
- Wave your hands.! - [Honking Horn]
- Let's go, let's go. - This is it. Let's make it look good.
Open the doors!
- Clear! - What happened in there?
- Stay clear! - [Indistinct Shouting]
[Sirens Wailing]
I don't know who in the hell this guy is.
- I've never seen him before. - No mistake?
Come on. Three years ago, I busted Joey Brenner twice in two weeks.
And that ain't him.
You know where he is?
Caribbean, I heard.
When do you go back to Miami?
[Sighs] In an hour.
I've got a charity softball game with Dade County Sheriffs in the morning.
Cops against cops.
You leave me no one to root for.
So what the fuck are you doing for the money?
- Sticking my ass out. - Not far enough!
Somebody got somebody inside.
He's walking all over the place.
He's even been to my house.
He could be banging my wife, for Christ's sake!
He didn't get by me. I don't know how the hell he got there.
What the hell's the difference? We got him, right?
Don't give me that "we" shit! Max turned him up on his own.
What do you want? I can't tell you things I don't know about.
Well, what do you know about?
You're telling me about this bureau creep...
who's trying to take me apart in his spare time...
because his kid got smacked when we took Marcellino.
So what's the good news?
I had a friend at the bureau check Harry Shannors case files.
Whatever he's doing is unofficial. There aren't any records.
If he were killed, there could be no direct connection to you.
Oh. That's the good news, huh?
So who's gonna do it? You?
Brenner.
[Chuckles] Yeah.
I think I'd better get going.
Yeah? Where? Canada? Mexico?
You're not getting out of my sight until this is over and done.
If you did some serious damage to my organization...
I wanna know where I can lay my hands on you.
I'll be right back.
- Hey! We can't be late! - Just a minute!
What are you doing here?
Sorry for the other night.
- Where would I learn how to deal with a friend? - It's okay.
Let's go.!
I was thinking maybe we could talk.
I have something to do.
- Maybe later? - Sure.
- [Honking Horn] - Take my car and go home.
I'll call you as soon as I get back. Okay?
[Honking Horn]
[Honking Continues]
Watch yourself.
Don't worry.
- You gonna tell me who it is? - A cop.
Just a fucking cop.
Go straight at him.
I'll take the far side.
[Priest Speaking, Indistinct]
[Priest Continues]
Wherefore my heart is glad and my spirit rejoices...
my flesh also shall rest in hope.
Thou shalt show me the path oflife.
In thy presence is the fullness ofjoy, ;
and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection and eternal life...
through our Lord Jesus Christ...
we commend to Almighty God our brother, William Dunne...
and we commit his body to the ground, ;
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The Lord bless him, keep him.
The Lord make his face to shine upon him...
and be gracious upon him.
[Continues, Indistinct]
- Harry! - Waste him!
- [Groaning] - [Screaming]
[Screaming, Clamoring]
[Groaning]
[Whispering] Harry, I didn't know it was you.
That's all right.
- Go on and get out of here. - I'm gonna get the ambulance for you.
It'll come. Now you go on, beat it.
If the cops take you and I don't make it...
you'll be years explaining this.
Harry, don't die.
- It's not over. - Then go on.
Go on, get out of here. Beat it.
- I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you. - Go on!
[Honking Horn]
- What the hell are you doing here? - Saving your ass.
Okay. Pack whatever you can't live without.
Go to the Rock Falls Airport and charter a plane.
Wait a minute. Where are you going?
To do what an old friend asked me to do...
knock 'em dead.
[Harry On Tape] Did I mention the pit?
Yeah, that's the gravel pit. It's owned by Patrovita.
You get an invitation, don't go.
Bustirrocks is only some of what goes on out there.
[Rock]
We got company.
Which way? I don't see nothir.
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
- I can't get no - [Groaning]
When I'm drivirin my car
And a man comes on the radio
He's telling me more and more
- About some useless information - Billy, outside! Let's go!
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey
That's what I say
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
- When I'm watchir my TV - [Groans]
And a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man
'Cause he doesn't smoke the same...
[Shouts]
[Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
[Groans]
[Brakes Hissing]
What exactly happened here is unclear.
Police speculate, based on the amount of heroin and money found on the scene...
this may be the result of a brewing mob war.
Mob war my ass!
Brenner!
We don't know where the son of a bitch is.
Let's hope he's not alive.
From the looks of that mess, I'd say he was dead.
I think he's right.
Don't think, pray!
If he's still alive, you're not!
Oh, shit!
- Let's get him before he gets us! The elevators! - Give me an extra clip.
- You! Stick around. - [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!
[Bell Dings]
Eh?
- [Bell Dings] - [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
- [Bell Dings] - [Clattering]
What?
- [Man Shouts] - Move!
[Indistinct Shouting]
Get down!
[Groans]
[Shouts, Groans]
- Shit! - [Shouts]
He got me!
[Shouting]
[Whimpers]
Oh, shit!
[Indistinct Chatter]
- Come on.! - [Grunts]
Come on.! [Muttering]
Fuck!
- [Gun Clicks] - Damn it!
[Yelling]
Oh, damn it!
- Come on! - Get the son of a bitch!
Come on, man.! Just you and me.!
Come on.! Show yourself!
- Now what? - Call the cops.
- What? - Call the fucking cops!
[Groaning]
For God's sakes, let it... [Groans]
[Cocks Weapon]
[Baxter Sobbing]
- [Shouting] - [Gun Clicking]
[Sobs]
Kaminski?
This must be what they mean by "poetic justice."
This is... isn't what you think. I'm with the government.
I set every one of these guys up, and...
So, back with the bureau, huh? I didn't know that.
It's, uh...
You know, that whole thing was such a mistake. You and l...
Because of you, a lot of people are dead.
And now it's your turn.
[Whimpering] No. No.
Resign or be prosecuted.
Any way you want it.
Excuse me. We're coming through.
- Pardon me. - [Police Radio Chatter]
- [Camera Shutter Clicks] - Shit!
All right. Careful. Careful. Watch it.
- Okay, Lenny. - They said you got room for one more, right?
- Watch your back. - What do you think Baxter was doing here?
Until I know different, I gotta assume our leak's just been plugged.
- Pardon the pun. - What the hell you think happened here?
[Blows]
I think somebody got very pissed off.
- Who? - I got a good idea.
[Woman On Radio] Baker, just got a location on the car.
- Give it to me. - A 1979 Oldsmobile registered to Luigi Patrovita...
moving south on Route 84.
- Should they intercept? - No. Negative.
- Tell them to track him. Keep me up on where he is. - Ten-four.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna see how smart I am.
[Engine Revving]
Get on the plane.
You okay?
- You're not going, are you? - No.
Then I'm not either.
You're out of excuses, sweetheart.
There's a quarter million dollars in that bag.
Win or lose, it's your choice.
Now get out of here.
You'll be okay, won't you?
Get going.
[Door Closes]
I'm glad you didn't make me chase you.
Too damn tired.
That doesn't surprise me. A hundred years of police work in a single afternoon.
Always figured you were one of us.
How many days in a row...
do I have to haul your butt down here?
Hmm?
Just to watch you do nothing.
I have no interest...
in becoming an accomplished cripple.
Now you push me back to my room or out into traffic. I don't give a shit.
Things not so good, Harry?
- I've seen better days. - Wanna see 'em again?
Wort happen from down here.
So, you used to being back with the bureau?
Sure.
And back with my wife.
Thank you very much.
Come on, Mark! Stop fooling around!
Give me... Give me my chair.
I need your help, Harry.
For what? Where's my chair?
My reunion with Amy was a big success.
We just found out that she's pregnant.
That's great. That's great.
Give me my chair.
I don't know anything about being a father, Harry.
I want your help. I want you to be the godfather.
All right. I'll help. Now give me the goddamn chair!
- Then walk. - I can't walk!
Then meet me halfway. Come on.
I don't have to walk to be a godfather!
You don't have to walk, but you have to try like hell.
- I can't! - Did you ever quit in front of Blair?
[Chuckles]
[Laughing]