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One whole year, and
still, you don't learn.

What kind of glue
is this you use?

Said I'd take care of it.

You said that before.

You bought my shop,
Mr. Weiss, but not my name.

Every day I tell my friends,

"Don't blame
Zubatuk, blame Weiss."

45 years, I had
pride in my work.

But him?

What's wrong?

You don't like this business?

No. And I don't like a nobody
like you coming around here

all the time, telling
me how to run it.

Just a minute, now.
Just a minute there!

You don't call my
friend here a nobody

when-when he
was the best cobbler

in the whole city, the best!

Was.Now he's a nobody.

All right, you want to
leave the shoe, leave it.

You want to take it someplace
else, take it. I don't care.

Just don't expect me to
stand around here all day

talking to you about it!

I take it!

Good. Good-bye.

Maybe he's right.

You let him talk
to you that way,

maybe you are a nobody.

Oh, it's his shop now.

You should never have sold it.

With these hands...
How I could keep it?

Oh, well.

How I could work with them?

I had to sell it or lose it.

Oh.

Now you lose your
pride, too, Zubatuk.

Pride.

Pride... that's
for young people.

- Not for old men like us.
- Who are you calling old?

I could take that Weiss
and break him in half

with one hand, you hear me?

Yeah, you. I'm talking to you.

Hey, come here. Hey, come
on, come on, make peace.

I'll buy us an ice cream.

You want I should
buy us an ice cream?

- Hey, there's Marty.
- Oh.

Hey, hey, Marty?

Hey, hey, Marty!

Hello, Grandfather?
How are you, Grandfather?

Good to see you, Grandfather.

He has a lot on his mind.

Making money, that's all.

He needs money
with the baby coming.

He needs manners.

Maybe it's true what you said.

Maybe us old fogies...
We are nobodies.

Even to our own families.

Now, who lost his pride?

A few minutes ago, you
were throwing a party.

Yeah.

You get the ice cream, I
meet you back in the house.

All right.

I should have known.

They are the thing, that's all.

Big weekend.

Five books, so be careful.

- Don't worry.
- I don't.

Here, sign.

Now you can worry.

I called Dempsey. He's waiting.

It's heavy. How much is in here?

You are paid to deliver,
not to ask questions.

Okay.

All finished. Let's go check
your connection inside.

Hold it right there, kid.

Hey, Lew, you're
out of your mind.

Just put it down
and keep moving.

Do you know who this belongs to?

Yeah, so don't be a
hero. Just put it down.

Ah.

Marty.

See, I... I told you I
heard shooting. Look.

- Is he dead?
- Yes.

Uh, who... who is it?

It's Lew Singer.

Lew Singer, the gangster?

I say, good riddance
to bad rubbish.

He stole from all of us.
Twice from me already.

Did you shoot him?

No. I wish I had.

In my house, I'd be a hero.

Who shot him?

Alex...

you did it?

You see somebody else?

Attention all units.

Two-one-seven at
Croft and Jefferson.

- Three Charles, one and two.
- That's near us.

Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.

We'll respond to two-17
at Croft and Jefferson.

Victor? Victor, what is it?

We heard it from the house.

It sounded like gunshots.

It's nothing. Don't
worry about it, Nadia.

Go... Just go on back home.

Was someone hurt?

It... It's-It's...

What-what happened?
What happened?

Oh, no! No.

What... what happened, Victor?

Well, it's all
over. It's all over.

Just go take Nadia home.

Nadia, you don't
have to see this.

- Go on back to the house.
- It's Alex!

- Na...
- Uh...

How do you spell that?

Z-U-B-A-T-U-K.

Zubatuk.

Address?

He lives at my boarding house.

What are you doing to him?

He's a good citizen.

Now, take it easy, lady.

What is it? What happened?

It's all right, Nadia.

Now, sit down.

You know the doctor
said for you not to stand.

Alex... tell me.

It's all right.

I just had to shoot
that gangster.

You...Alex?

Alex, this...
th-this is serious.

You must never say
you shot somebody.

You do when you did.

What have you got?

Lew Singer, a local hustler.

All right, who tagged him?

That old man over there.

He was holding this.45
when we got here.

Name's... Zubatuk.

Alex. Alex Zubatuk.

Mike. Mike.

You...

You came just in time.

It's Alex. He's over there.

He sa... he says
he shot somebody.

I told him you never
say you shot somebody

if you shoot somebody.

- All right, Victor.
- D-Don't... -Yes.

I'll talk to him, Victor.

- I told you I'd talk to him.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Alex? -Officer?

- Get rid of that crowd, will you?
- Yes, sir.

- Hello, Alex.
- Michael!

Well, how's the shoe shop?

Sold.

I retired a year ago.

Well, I guess it's been
longer than I thought.

Well, what's it all about?

It's all right. You
can tell Mike.

Just don't talk to the
rest of those cops.

Victor, please.

Now, let Alex speak for
himself, will you? Well?

Officer?

Officer,

I'm Nadia Baska.

This man lives in
my boarding house.

I know him.

Whatever he says is true.

Absolutely true.

Thank you. Alex?

Well, I came to this place.

I saw him. I saw Lew Singer.

He's a bad man, Michael.

You know how he steals money

from the poor
people all the time.

So, I told him to go away,

not to come here ever!

He said, "No."

No?!

So, I shot him.

Can't be true.

I hear it, but I
don't believe it.

I tell you the true, Mike.

I shot that man!

19, 22, 22.

Glen?

Yeah, just a minute.

Okay, so we need three
more cases. All right.

Hey, you, give me
three more cases

of the special you got
on champagne, okay?

Only the good stuff. I don't
want no cheap labels, all right?

Yeah?

The kid that makes the
pickups at the Potrero's...

He's on the phone,
says he's been hit.

All right, what happened? Cops?

No, it's not the police.

It was a guy named Lew Singer.

He pulled a gun on me.

I grabbed for it. Um...

It went off. I...

He's dead, Mr. Dempsey.

What happened to the box?

Marty, did you hear
about Alex Zubatuk?

He... Ooh.

What happened to your arm?

Did you hear what I said, kid?

Uh, y-yes, yes, Mr. Dempsey,
yes, sir, uh, I heard you.

Um... Singer had it the
last time that I saw it.

He must have dropped
it or something, I guess.

I don't know.

Now don't get cute with me, kid.

Guys a lot smarter than you
have tried to rip me off before,

and for a lot less
than 50 grand.

And they're not around.

$50,000?

Oh, no.

Now, you listen to me, kid.

Whatever it is you're
working on, forget it.

Now, wait, Mr. Dempsey.

Now, look, it's not, it's not...

That's not the
way it was, honest.

I wouldn't do that.

I mean, if I did, if I took it,
would I call you like this?

I mean, I'd be on an
airplane or something.

Well, you might be the first guy
to call me and tell me about it,

send me out beating the bushes
while you sit home grinning

like a fat cat because you
pulled a real number on me.

No, no, Mr. Dempsey,
now, that's not how it is.

Look, you got to believe me.

I'll believe you when I
see the box and not before.

Mr. Dempsey, Mr. Dempsey?

All right.

Lew Singer, Lew Singer.

Who knows him?

He works the
Potrero... Small time.

Ah, well, all of a
sudden he got big ideas,

and it looks like he
planted some ideas

in that kid's head, too,
so you'd better go get him.

The baby is due
next month, Marty.

Are you going to be
alive when it comes?

Don't, Chris.

You promised me!

You said no more!

We don't need the money.

Look, a few extra runs...
That's all I was counting on...

Couple of extra
bucks for the baby.

What happened?

Marty!

Chris... honey...

I'm in trouble... big trouble.

What is it?

I'll tell you later.

I got to find something first.

What about Alex?

What?

Alex Zubatuk, Marty.

The police think he
killed that man in the alley.

Alex?

That's right.

That man named Singer.

That's the name
you just said, isn't it?

Where did you buy it?

I can't remember.

A store down on Broadway.

Why?

Why? To protect myself.

Alex, how much can
they get from you?

Are you saying a poor man
shouldn't protect himself?

No, I'm not saying that.

I'm surprised.

Oh, now, listen, Alex,
have you forgotten

how you used to fix
my shoes for nothing

when I was a kid, huh, have you?

And your wife
Teklia, God bless her,

how she used to say to me,

"What is money if
the soul needs help?"

Remember that?

Is this where you
bring bad people?

People who rob and cheat?

And people who tell lies.

That's right, this is the
place to tell the truth.

So where's the light?

What light?

The light you shine in their
eyes to make them confess.

Oh, Al... What are
you talking about?

We don't use a light.

Got the, uh, lab report here.

Uh, bloodstains we found
in the alley... B-positive.

Now, Singer is type-O

and Mr., um, uh, Mr. Zabatak?

Zubatuk.

Mr... right, right.

His is B-negative.

Do you understand that?

Do you know what he's saying?

Two bullets were fired.

There had to be
someone else in that alley.

Now, someone else
got hit, didn't they?

No, no one, just me.

Alex, I don't want
to get mad now.

Nobody else was there, Mike.

I shot that man.

Okay.

Okay.

Sekulavich, take him downstairs,
lock him up in a holding cell.

You're putting me in jail?

You shot a man, didn't you?

Yes.

How can you hold him?

How can I let him go?

He's the only one who
really knows what happened.

That old bulldog gets
his teeth into something,

he never lets loose.

You've known him a
long time, haven't you?

Oh, I've known him since I was
a kid... seven, eight years old.

I used to hang out
in his shop a lot.

He used to give
me odd jobs to do

even when they
didn't need doing.

You know, the first
silver dollar I ever saw,

I got from him... Alex.

And he won't talk to you now?

Oh, he'll talk,
he'll talk forever,

but he won't tell us
what we need to hear.

I figured a couple of hours
in the cell will loosen him up.

Get anything else on Singer?

I put out some calls.

I don't know,
he's quite a loner.

Well, he must have hustled
with someone from time to time.

I did get a name...
A guy named Mason.

- Mason?
- Yeah, Larry Mason.

You know him?

Not off the top, no.

Run a make on him?

I got I.D. working on it now.

You really think he's
protecting somebody, huh?

He has to be.

Yeah.

How's the old man doing?

I wish they were all that quiet.

- Has he asked for me?
- No.

Has he asked to
make any outside calls?

No.

Anybody call in?

No.

He had a visitor, though.

Who?

An old lady named Baska.

Nadia Baska.

She brought him a box of fruit.

Oh, yes, sir, may I help you?

Do you have an
Alex Zubatuk here?

Yes, we do.

I have to see him.

- Are you a member of the family?
- No.

A friend.

My name is Karlinsky...
Martin Karlinsky.

Karlinsky?

You must be Victor's
grandson, then.

Yeah.

Well, I'm Mike Stone.

I've known Victor for
a long time... Alex, too.

Yeah, sure, Lieutenant Stone.

They both talk
about knowing you.

Look, Lieutenant,
Alex didn't do this.

Well, I wish I could
make him say that.

Do you know anything about this?

I just heard about him being
arrested a few minutes ago.

Can I see him?

Sure, sure.

Tony, will you take him in?

Nice meeting you.

Oh, and listen,

if you happen to know what
Alex is up to after you talk to him,

I'd appreciate a call from you.

Okay, thank you.

Mr. Zubatuk,
somebody to see you.

No!

No, don't bring him in here!

Look, Alex, I
have to talk to you.

Well, talk from where you are.

You don't bring him in here.

Look, it-it's okay.

Uh, can we talk alone?

Sure.

Thank you.

Alex, what are you doing?

Why did you say
that you shot Singer?

To keep you from being here.

Marty, what happened?

Why you were
fighting with the gun?

He jumped me with it.

Why did you run?

Because I was scared.

Because I was doing something...

because I was doing something
I shouldn't have been doing.

Alex, I got to get
you out of here.

But there's something
I have to know first.

There was a shoe box.

Singer tried to take
it away from me.

Did you see it?

A shoe box?

Yeah, from Weiss's place.

Did the police pick it up?

No.

Was no shoe box.

Are you sure?

Positive.

You were fighting over shoe box?

What was inside?

Money.

You said from Weiss's place?

Yeah.

I picked it up there.

I was...

I was taking it someplace
else when Singer jumped me.

Weiss... I knew he was no good.

He works for them?

The gamblers?

Yeah.

All right.

Here's what we do.

You go and find the money,

and give it back to them.

Okay.

And don't touch it no more ever.

You promise me that, too?

But what about you?

Don't worry about me.

Michael Stone, he's my friend.

He knows I didn't shoot the gun.

But he don't know who did.

And I'm not going to tell him.

You think he'll tell me
when he won't tell you?

I don't know what
I can do, Mike.

Just rattle the cage a little...
Not too hard, just a little.

How can I rattle
it louder than you?

Well, he's an old man.

He's an old man who
believes in justice.

I can't reach him.

He thinks I'm a kid.

I'm still the little kid
down the block to him.

But you... well, you're the law.

Alex, this is Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. O'Brien is the
assistant district attorney.

It's a very big
pleasure, Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. Zubatuk, are you
represented by counsel?

Me.

No, sir.

I mean, do you have an attorney?

Me.

Mr. Zubatuk is acting
as his own attorney.

It's my right.

The Constitution says so.

Well, yes, as a
matter of fact, it does.

Then I speak for myself.

Very well.

Let me ask you this, sir.

Did you shoot Lew Singer?

Yes, sir, I did.

What about the gun?

You told us you bought
it, but we have a report

that it was stolen two weeks ago
from a pawn shop in San Diego.

Now, how do you
account for that?

Sure, I stole it.

That, maybe, was not so right.

Come on, Alex.

You haven't been
outside of San Francisco

since the day you
stepped off the boat

some 40-odd years ago.

I stole it from the
man who stole it.

Alex, don't you
try to con this man.

You understand?

Don't con him.

Because he's the man
who takes people to court.

Con, Mike?

What's that... to con?

How's Jerry doing?

It's fourth down
and long yardage.

Yeah. You're ready to kick
him right out of here, aren't you?

The situation calls for a kick.

- I think I got something.
- What's that?

Mason... the guy used
to bop around with Singer.

You find him?

Didn't have to look too far.

He's serving 60 days
in the county... D and D.

Well, you get with
him and find out

- what Singer's been into.
- Right.

Old Foxy, huh?

I think I'm going to let
old Foxy off the leash,

see where he leads me.

♪♪

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Inspector eight-one
to headquarters.

Go ahead, eight-one.

I want a quick check
on the person living

at 3231 20th Street.

10-4.

Would you look at this?

I mean, it ain't fair.

You take a bad fall and
you wind up in Quentin, right?

But at least there they
got TV sets that work.

You wind up in a dump
like this on a drunk rap,

and what do you
get? 60 days of snow.

You want transfer to
Quentin, I'm gonna fix it.

Hey, don't do me any favors.

No problem, Mason.

I check into a little armed
robbery down in San Diego

last month, you know,
before the bender?

Hey, come on, huh?

Well, that's the word I got.

You and Lew Singer.

Singer? He tell you that?

No, no. A guy he stole
a gun from told me that.

A gun?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mason, you know
what I'm talking about.

You and Singer
were partners, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah. Sometimes.

But not in San Diego,
and no armed robbery.

He started waltzing into
that league, I bowed out.

What exactly was
he waltzing into?

Last thing I heard,
he's a bookie's runner.

He had this bagman
all staked out.

A runner in Potrero?

Yeah. What do you know?

Singer got a
bullet this morning.

- No kidding?
- Uh-huh.

Is he hurt bad?

He's dead.

I knew it!

I told him! I told him
he'd get himself killed

messing around with
those big-time bookies.

What makes you think
it was a big-time bookie?

Gotta be.

Lew figured that the score'd
come to somewheres over 50 G's.

You know the name
of this bagman?

Some kid.

Singer said he'd be
an easy mark. Whew!

I just didn't want
to hear anymore.

You just don't fool around
with the big boys like that.

♪♪

Inspectors eight-one.

We have the occupant
check you requested

at 3231 20th Street.

Inspector eight-one,
I'm copying.

The occupant at that
address is a Martin Karlinsky.

- That spelling is...
- I know. I know.

Thanks a lot.

Vice said it had to be
a multiple book, huh?

Yeah. At least five or six.

Ain't nobody in that
neighborhood with 50,000 bucks.

Any names?

Yeah. They gave me three.

Uh, got a Johnny
Marks on the East side,

Glen Dempsey on
the West, Joe Grady.

You know, your friend's
grandson's running

with some awful rough company

if he's running
book for these guys.

Well, if he's anything
like his grandfather,

he'll be loaded with pride.

Put that together with the
Potrero, a pregnant wife

and the cost of living today,

I think it's just possible he was
looking for some easy money.

So was Singer.

Yeah, he didn't get it, did he?

And I don't think
the kid has it, either.

How do you know?

Well, he went
to see Alex in jail.

He didn't mention it to
me when he was there.

Then Alex went to his
house before going home,

then he went out in the
alley looking for something.

So maybe Singer
lost it on the move.

You mean the money?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

We don't have it, do we?

Martin's wife was all
upset about something.

So was Alex.

Well, I'll bet if they
didn't get the money,

they got good
reason to be upset.

- Yeah. Turn off on the next turnoff.
- Yeah.

Marty?

- Yeah, sweetheart.
- Oh, where are you?

I'm downtown.

- Marty...
- Chris, listen to me.

These guys are on my back.

I don't know how long I
can keep ahead of them.

You didn't find the money?

No. I don't know
where else to look.

Alex was here.

They let him out? That's good.

Marty, go to the police.
Tell them the truth.

Look, I can't show my face
until I get straight with Dempsey.

Marty?

Marty?

Marty...

Marty?!

Mrs. Karlinsky?
This is the police.

Open the door, please.

This is the San Francisco
Police Department, Mrs. Karlinsky.

I'm Lieutenant Stone.

Stone.

Uh, you're the friend
of Victor and Alex?

Yes, I am. And we'd like
to talk to you for a moment.

- This is Inspector Keller.
- You're looking for Marty.

Is he here, ma'am?

No, he isn't. I don't
know where he is.

I was just talking to him, but
he didn't say where he was.

He just said "downtown"!

Take it easy. Take it
easy. Here, sit down.

And he just stopped talking.

Can I get you something?
A glass of water, maybe?

No, I don't want a glass of
water! I want my husband!

They're after him!

They're gonna hurt him.

Who's gonna hurt him?

People he was working for.

Do you remember if it was a
name like Marks or Dempsey?

Dempsey!

He didn't mean to hurt anybody.

That man tried to take
the money away from him,

and Marty just tried to keep it.

He didn't mean
that gun to go off.

And you just had your
husband on the line?

Yes. Oh, my God, they
must have found him.

Well, the other
one's off the hook.

We'll put a tracer on it.

Get an address on Dempsey, too.

Let's pay him a visit.

Hold it. That's enough.

How about it, kid?

I don't want your blood,
kid. I want the box.

Look, I swear...

I don't know where the money is.

I already told you, I
don't want the money.

And if the money was
the most important thing,

you'd be at the
bottom of the Bay,

and I'd write you
off for income tax.

I want the notebook, kid.

Now where is it?

I don't know!

What are you
trying to tell me, kid,

that it disappeared
into thin air?

Now let me tell you something.

The names in that book are
all the bookies in my district.

And I get my cut
out of their operation.

That means an
awful lot to me, kid.

Is it worth your life to you?

Now who you dealing with?

No one.

They picked up
an old man, right?

The cops booked an old man.

Then they let him go.

You and the old guy, you
work this rip-off together?

No.

We'll see. Shelby, you
know where the old guy lives?

I can find him.

He doesn't know anything.

I already asked him.

Not the way they will.

Alex!

Hey, everybody, Alex, he's home!

Alex!

Alex!

It's good to see you!

Alex, are you all right?

No, no, sit, sit.

Yes, yes, Nadia, I'm fine.

Oh, and thanks for
the fruit. Was delicious.

Excuse, please, everyone.

I have to speak to, to Victor.

Victor.

How come they
let you go, killer?

Victor...

What were you doing,

trying to be a hero
all of a sudden?

I tell you, it's a
lucky thing for you

Mike Stone pulled you in, and
not some cop who could see

right away you are
a natural-born killer.

Listen, have you seen Martin?

Marty? No.

I went to his apartment.

I went everywhere I could think.

Why are you suddenly
looking for my grandson?

What about his friends?

You know who they are?

Where I could find them?

What are all these questions?

I should give you
all these answers

and you don't even
give me one all day?

Victor, this is serious!

Shooting a man
isn't serious, eh?

What's going on here, Alex?

Alex? Are you my friend?

Better we should be enemies
than I tell you, believe me.

- Alex...
- First...

you must promise
not to get angry.

- I won't get angry.
- Shh.

Let's come upstairs.

Two cops just walked in.
They want to talk to you.

All right, all right, all
right. I'll take care of it.

In the meantime,
you keep him quiet.

Right.

You little fink!

You rat! Dirty...

Drop it!

Hold it!

He sent two men after Alex.

They think he's got their money.

He's an old man.
They're gonna kill him.

Get on that phone, Steve.

Backup units at
the boarding house,

and get someone here to
take these bums downtown.

Yes?

We're looking for Mr. Zabatak.

Is he here?

Are you saying my grandson
is a gunman, a killer?

It was an accident.

Marty tried to get the gun
away from Singer, and bang!

It went off.

He's a good boy, Victor.

But I think he works
for some bad men.

Mr. Zabatak?

Zubatuk.

Look, back inside.

Uh... uh, look...

No, but...

I want those
units stationed at...

Jefferson and Croft,
White and Croft.

DISPATCHER: 10-4, eight-one.

Turn right.

It's not here.

You see...? No shoe box.

We never took it.

And you never took the $50,000

or the notebook,
either... did you?

$50,000 is missing?

You that tired of living, Pop?

No, no, no, no. Now wait.

Don't-don't kill. But, um, stop.

I-I-I'll tell you.

We buried it.

Out back, in the flower garden.

We did that.

Victor!

You gone crazy?

Do you want to dig,
or you want to die?

Dig.

Well, now that's
a little better.

Well, come on.

Let's get started.

Come on.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Come on, hurry it up.

Come on.

Come on, Pop, move.

This way.

Where?

My grandson, is-is all right?

He's all right. Now,
where is the box?

Uh... there.

Where?

Here.

Dig!

Victor!

Victor, what are
you doing there?

Digging.

Not in my garden!

Stop it, Victor!

You just keep
quiet, lady, that's all.

Keep digging.

Hey, they stopped out front!

Out here! In the back!

Mike, back there!

Two men!

Come on, get outta there!

Get around here. Come on.

Now you read 'em their
rights, and take 'em downtown.

I don't have it,
Marty don't have it,

the police don't have
it, the men don't have it.

It must be here someplace.

It has to be.

I just couldn't find it before.

Well, somebody
must've picked it up.

No. No.

Nobody was here but me.

Look, Marty and Singer was here.

- Like so.
- Yeah.

Singer is shot.

He stumbles back.

And on... and on...

and falls on the car.

So?

So, when I came, he
didn't have no shoebox.

Nor Marty, neither.

Marty I guess was right.

He must have hide it someplace.

Or dropped it.
Give me your cane.

What?

- The manhole.
- What about it?

- It's covered.
- I can see that.

You can see but
you can't remember.

What?

You're an old man,
so you don't remember.

You don't remember
they was working here.

It was open...
Give me your cane.

Don't break it.

Pick up!

Pick up...

Come on, hold it. Pick up.

You'll just get dirty, Victor.

Alex!

What?

You found it, Victor!

You found it!

We found it.

Look, Alex...

I'm looking!

- Look...
- Yeah...

Come on.

We have business.

- What do we do now?
- We call a lawyer.

The best lawyer
this money can buy.

Good. Who?

I don't know.

Operator, I want
to find a lawyer.

A good lawyer.

City Bar Association?
That's fine.

Give me the number, please.

Victor...

You can't hire an
attorney with that money.

It doesn't belong to you.

And besides, Martin won't
need a big-time lawyer.

Mike, what does that mean?

Uh, well, what that means
is if Alex will corroborate

that the shooting
was an accident,

then he'll only be charged
with running money

for an illegal bookie.

Would he still go to jail?

Well, that depends upon a judge.

But, he doesn't have a
record, he's helped us...

Mike, what if somebody
had something

more important than money?

Would your D.A. make a deal?

Alex, Martin said that there
was a notebook in this box.

Do you have it?

- A notebook?
- Yes.

- Is important?
- It's very important.

It has the names
of all the people

who make book for Dempsey.

Is important to the D.A.?

The one who might still
want to send Martin to jail?

Alex, listen closely.

I'm telling you it is
very, very important.

Who's he calling?

I'm calling the
district attorney.

You want to talk to
Mr. O'Brien, don't you?

Mike...

I didn't say I had the book.

I said what if...?

I can be back here in an
hour with a search warrant.

It's ringing.

Give me that.

Hello? Mr. O'Brien's office?

Let me talk to Mr. O'Brien.

I'll do it.

I'm the one who found the book.

What do you mean, you found it?

I found the book!

You found the box.

I opened it.

I found the book.

Hello?

Mr. O'Brien?

Mr. Gerald O'Brien?

Who's calling?

Alex Zubatuk.

That's Z-U-B-A-T-U-K.

You get the money?

- Here it is.
- How about the book?

The book?

Yeah, the book with
the names of the people

who were running
Dempsey's action.

- Did you see a book?
- A book? I don't know.

What does this book
look like, this book?

Ah ha. Ha ha ha.

I suppose you don't
know about the deal

the old man wants
to make, either, right?

Are you talking
about Alex Zubatuk?

He wants to make a deal?

That's right, he says
he'll give me the book

if I'll consider
dropping all charges

against his friend's grandson.

You're kidding. Well,
if you get the book,

that means you get to clean
up the whole West side, right?

Right again.

You two fellas always
just hang around

after you crack a
case, don't you?

Isn't that funny? We
were just talking about that.

We were saying, "Why's a
big money man like Dempsey

worried about a small
bundle like this? Huh?"

And I think you
solved it for us.

You really did.
Don't you think so?

I think that's the reason.

- I do, yeah.
- Yeah. So do I.

So what are you gonna do?

Well, to tell you
the truth, Lieutenant,

I was about to ask Mr. Zubatuk
who gave him the idea.

But knowing how
tall he can spin them,

I think I'm going
to forget about that,

and just try to make
the best deal I can

before he ups the ante.