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i'll give you that one oh that's big
hearted of you i gave you the last one i

don't remember that

Robbie,

I asked you twice already. You don't
horse around on the golf course. Is that

clear?

Oh, what did I do in the last one?

I lost count, sweetheart.

You lost count?

Now how's this?

You're looking good. You're looking
good.

Yeah, what do you mean by that?

I don't believe that I'm on the wrong
fairway.

I'll meet you up ahead.

Don't get lost now, huh? I won't.

It's continuous hussing around.

What is wrong with you?

Why don't you ever listen to me, huh?
Don't you turn away from me when I talk

you. I want you to pay attention to me.

Somebody shoot. Let's get out of here.

Frank, did you hear something that
sounded like a shot? Oh, it's backfire.

Something like that.

Yeah. Bronxwood Golf Club. What side?

Jerome Avenue. Got it.

Some assassin tried to make a hit out of
the Bronxwood Golf Club. Wounded a

security guard. Skipped in a car.

Is there also?

Come with Jector and me.

Central's got the license on the
vehicle. It's on the air now. Let's go.

Looks like he's headed toward Manhattan.

Okay, we'll do our best.

Hey, Lieutenant, that was the 53rd
Precinct in the Bronx. They just lost

vehicle they were chasing. Probably
headed into Manhattan.

There's a rent at Brown Nova. Here's the
license number.

Sir? The suspect's one Paul Markham,
about 50. We'll have his pictures in a

minutes. According to the records on
him, Markham frequents the better

Better hotels and the better
restaurants.

Who called this in and why?

It came down from Lieutenant O'Mara at
the 53rd Precinct. Apparently, this

a sniper. Took a shot at somebody at the
Bronxwood Golf Course.

About 45 minutes ago, they ID'd him from
the rifle he left behind.

A modified .30 -06 Breakaway abandons it
after each hit.

What'd I do, say the magic word? Oh,
yes. Paul Markham, better known as the

Major, better known as the Hitman's
Hitman, likes Korean food, male

and Russian movies.

Give me as many stakeouts as you can,
but you're not going to catch him,

Crocker. He'll be a thousand miles away
in three hours.

Why don't we waste our time with the
stakeouts? Because he's killed over a

hundred men, one being a Brazilian I was
assigned to protect some eight years

ago. He's like a machine, Crocker. He
never makes mistakes.

Now, who did he kill? He didn't. He
missed.

He missed.

Can't go change your clothes, huh? Be a
good boy.

Would someone like to explain what all
the tension is about?

What tension? What are you talking
about? Oh, come on, Frank.

Something has happened between you and
Robbie again. I hit him. I'm sorry. But

he pays absolutely no attention to
anything that I say. There's more than

Now, why did you shut him up when I
mentioned hearing the shot?

Then why did we have to get out of there
in such a hurry?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Who is it these days?

Something dangerous?

Oh, Irene.

Irene, don't be silly, huh?

Frank!

I have a right to know.

Look, look, I have to talk to someone
right now.

Maybe after that I can say more, huh?

I hope so.

Irene, don't worry.

It's going to be all right.

Apparently, he also had a small caliber
handgun.

The guard said he didn't even hear it
fire.

It could have been silence.

Go to the hospital, talk to the guard,
and take an artist with you. Get the

possible idea on his character.

And get that rifle to the lab now.

Tell them we want a preliminary report
as soon as possible. Rifling

are the worst.

Where's the manager from the golf
course? He's on his way, Lou.

Romero.

Go, Jack.

What are you doing out here in the
sticks?

Well, I got my men in Manhattan looking
for your sniper, and I figured I haven't

been here since the playoffs, the Bronx,
something like that. I'm here. Can we

find a shot for him?

It's best we can reconstruct it.

How many days? Did you find out?

A bag down there, kind of like a
sandbag.

Yeah, we found something like that down
there. Didn't know what it was.

Okay, what's going on? Oh, sorry. I
thought you knew. Hey, your sniper's not

some two -bit patsy.

We're talking about the Major himself.

I got rapists and freaks who kill old
ladies.

And pushers and kids who burn down
houses out here. They all got no

Now, who the hell is the Major?

Well, the FBI, military intelligence.

Five other federal agencies have been
trying to nail this guy for 20 years.

They think his name is Markham, a Korean
vet. He gets $20 ,000 a killing, and at

that rate, let's see.

He's made himself close to $2 million
tax -free, darling.

And you got some sort of special thing
for him, right?

Right. You see the sandbag?

Yeah. This is what he uses to cradle the
rifle.

Landed in the Army. It makes for a
better shot.

And that weapon, that's a trademark,
too.

Now, who is the target?

That's what we're trying to find out for
ourselves.

And when we do, if there's any way I
think you can help, I'll be glad to let

know.

Sure. I mean, don't brush me, okay?

There was about eight or ten people who
were playing out there at the time the

shot was fired.

You mean nobody came forward to say they
were shot at? No, sir.

You stay with me.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Now, there was one group had about, had
a couple of bodyguards with them.

One of them is a wise guy, Shelley.

Gene Bocelli? He was playing this
morning?

Yes, sir. Find out where I can talk to
him. I want to know who he's feuding

with. What about this major character
the lieutenant's talking about?

Look out there, Jector.

There wasn't one target more than a
hundred yards from here.

What's that to the world's greatest
hitman?

Nothing.

You're off on this, dear. Way off.

This is just some punk we're going to
find in the gutter with his head busted

open. For missing a shot, even I could
make.

Okay.

But let's talk about it. Let's compare
notes.

We got something we can't handle? Sure.

But, uh, we like to do it our way up
here. No glamour.

Just steady digging.

Thanks anyway, Theo.

Sure.

O'Mara's a good enough lieutenant,
Frank, but he don't listen to me. You

the Manhattan cop and the Bronx cop and
that Interboro rivalry, whatever.

Well, Lieutenant O'Mara and I worked
together in Queens for a couple of years

after the Academy.

Right?

Theo, you two are dead opposites.

Dead opposites. And he's sensitive.

You know, it takes him days and days of
hard work to come up with the same

inspirations that you get in the middle
of a cup of coffee.

But he gets the job done, and his men
like him.

Hey, you're in upper management, Frank.
I mean, give me the inspiration, okay?

How can I get him to pay attention to my
lead, go over my files?

A possible kniving incident, the
wounding of a security guard.

It's not quite the only problems he's
got in this precinct.

He's got the gangs. He's got 50 bar
fights on a Saturday night. Frank, I

want his job, but I do want the Major.
And this is the best chance we've ever

had.

If the Major missed out there on that
golf course, he's not going to hang

like some kid waiting to take a girl out
on a second date.

He's going to do the smart thing and
spend the night in Paris, Indonesia,

Duluth, Minnesota, anywhere except New
York where he knows he's being scanned.

Well, I'm sorry, Frank.

I can't go along with it.

Suddenly, I feel like O'Mara.

What did I say that's wrong?

Frank, here's a list of players in range
from the garage, okay?

Vicelli and his friends and his two
bodyguards over here. In back of them,

and Mrs. DeMarco and their kid.

Over here, this girl and her boyfriend.

And then his foursome, professors from
Manhattanville College.

None of them likely targets except
Vicelli, but none of them, Frank, over

yards away, or any excuse for the Major
to have missed so easily.

Well, then it wasn't the Major. It was
somebody copying his technique.

But it was the Major.

And he missed.

Isn't there something wrong?

I mean, either he's getting old, or
something's bothering him.

There's got to be a weak link someplace.
So what I'm saying, Frank, is this.

He's still in the city, and he's looking
to get the job done as quickly as

possible. Hey, have you hired the Major
to kill Bocelli?

Would you leave the hit on knowing that
he's expecting it? Frank, he don't give

a damn whether it's on or off.

He missed for the first time in a close
range. Come on, I know this guy. This is

a challenge to him now. You know, like
the guy falling off the horse, get back

on. You know that story.

And the gun, that's a trademark.

He's got a reputation to protect.

And O'Mara, what does he say?

Oh, he isn't saying.

So what do I do?

You don't do anything.

What do you call him?

Chief of detectives. If he wants the
major that bad, he'll make sure O'Mara

works with you.

How come?

They'll send me a temporary replacement,
assign you to O'Mara's precinct on this

one case, whether he likes it or not.
Frank!

Or whether you like it or not.

Sorry.

There's no need to call.

There's been a complication.

We should meet at the usual place.

An hour from now. Is the job done or
not?

Mr. DeMarco is a dead man, I promise you
that.

What are you so afraid of? Yeah, it's my
night -night.

I'm lousy with it. It's embarrassing.

And this bank.

Well, it blew my concentration.

So why keep on playing, huh?

Come on, Pacelli.

What are those bodyguards, huh?

Who's after you?

I want to know.

Hey, two lieutenants in one day. I'm on
it.

Yeah, same.

How you doing, Amara? Kojak?

How you doing, Gene?

Hey, the good weather.

Nice festival. Brings people together.

And we made over $30 ,000 for the church
and the lottery. Yeah, you got tickets?

They're drawn tomorrow.

I bought a couple of them. Maybe I got
lucky. You mind? No, help yourself.

Yeah.

Hey, look, uh, you need some protection,
Gene. Just a couple of days, nothing

obvious, okay? Oh, I'm okay, Theo.

Thanks.

If anybody takes a shot at Harry Freed,
I'm gonna drag in your whole goon squad,

Gene. Harry Freed?

Are you serious?

Theo, ease up, will you? Free me, we got
peace. There's no way I'm responsible

for anything that happens to him. I hear
different.

But if anything does happen to him, I'm
holding you responsible.

So you send out your goon squad, and any
information you pick up, you leave it

directly to me, you understand, Gene?
Before you do anything about it.

Directly to me.

Bon appétit, Genie Weenie.

Hey, Queer.

Who the hell does he think he is?

What kind of a stunt is that, busting
into my interrogation? What kind of an

interrogation was that, George?

I grew up with Bocelli. I know
everything there is to know about him.

you come to me? Because you don't know
one damn thing more than I do.

You just got your ego in the line
because the Major knocked off some

you couldn't protect a half dozen years
ago.

Besides, I hear Freed's got no beef with
Bocelli anymore.

I hear the same thing, but I'm not going
to let Bocelli know that.

I want him to run scared.

You don't make sense.

Hey, George.

He's got a lot more foot soldiers than
we have.

Kojak, this is my investigation, huh?
Now stay out of my way.

Yeah, do it.

See the detective.

And I didn't want any part of it.

Effective immediately due to specific
expertise on that assassin known as the

Major. Lieutenant Kojak of Manhattan
South would be assigned to the 53rd

Precinct of Bronx.

To assist in the investigation of the
Bronxwood Golf Club shooting.

I spent years trying to get inside this
major. I know an awful lot about him,

George. Hey, look, if he missed an easy
shot, I want to find out why.

Maybe he was paid to miss. A warning,
not a kill. You don't have all the

answers. Cut it out.

I'm going to need two desks.

And tell your men, this isn't a
competition.

Well, that's just what it is.

Don't kid me.

Just a moment.

Who's there?

Frank DeMarco.

Look, I need to set things straight with
you.

I thought you'd made your position quite
clear.

I made a terrible mistake.

That shot on the golf course was a
warning.

I want to thank you for giving me a
second chance.

A second chance?

What happened?

Exactly. A shot missed me by a foot.

Almost hit my son, and that's the worst
part of it.

Here. 5 ,000.

I'll give you the other five in 30 days,
I swear.

The 10 ,000 I paid you, Mr. DeMarco, it
was an agreement.

No. It was blackmail.

And it was stupid of me.

Here. This is the recording I made of
our phone call. Go on.

Play it. Be sure.

You could have a copy of that.

All my life, no copies.

And if anybody ever tries to take your
license away or get you deported, Mr.

Lowe, I swear to God I'll tell
immigration you're a saint.

Any threats I ever made were really
stupid.

I know that now.

The other 5 ,000 in 30 days.

Sooner if I can get it.

Please.

Goodbye, Mr. DeMarco.

Lieutenant, Lieutenant, it goes up
there.

You know, you'd think they worked their
tail off faster than that.

Well, it didn't take long.

Gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Kojak,
Detective Crocker from Manhattan South.

Lieutenant's here to take the Bronx with
shooting off our backs.

Give us some breathing room for the rest
of our workload.

Jekta, Zoroza, you'll stay on the case.
Work it.

Good.

I didn't mean for you to take yourself
off the case. Look, it's up to me to

decide where I need the help. Now, I got
a lot of other things to handle, so

this is all yours.

That way, we got no competition, no bad
feelings.

You can't say I did wrong, I can't say
you did wrong.

O'Mara, I need your help.

Tell me one thing you think I've done
right on this case so far.

Well, didn't you put out a description
of the man to all the stores selling

rifles? I mean, just in case he wants to
buy a rifle to finish the job?

Why? If the guy's a pro, he's long gone.
If he's an amateur, he's hiding,

shaking like a leaf.

He's not going to stick his neck out
again like some turtle with no brains.

No, I didn't put out a description for
all stores selling rifles.

Crocker, put out a description of the...
Yeah, to all the stores selling rifles.

Yes, sir.

Go, Jack.

You got a way of coming on for people.
Makes everybody else look bad.

I'm not going to get sucked in.

Sorry.

I'll call Stavros to get on it right
away. As soon as they get me a phone

here.

Oh, what I meant.

Hey, that's a good cop.

You know, I hear he gets more out of his
men than any lieutenant around. And

he's all spooked about this case. He
thinks that I was put on it in order to

make him look bad.

So. What do I do?

Well, you have a choice, Lieutenant.

Sorry, but you show them up.

Yeah, sure.

Okay, give me a list of all the names of
people on the golf course, all right?

Because maybe we're wrong about
Vercelli.

Maybe the target was that model from
Playgirl. She's really a CIA agent.

Or maybe the professors from
Manhattanville. They stole a patent from

States government.

Hmm. Move.

Move where?

Start with Mr.

and Mrs. Frank DiMarco and their seven
-year -old son.

Give me a sheet.

I doubt it, but we'll look.

Hey, Jack, can we give me a hand with
this?

Guess who I just talked to?

A dead man.

DeMarco.

You missed?

I can't believe that.

Neither can I.

But he's as good as dead.

Now listen.

I've picked two possible locations for
his termination. The golf course or the

festival tomorrow night.

And the second one will do just fine.

I'm not so sure about this anymore.

The element of surprise is gone.

And DeMarco suspects that I'm involved.

The police may even have him under
surveillance.

It's not smart.

And you know that. Look, if someone
comes to me with an assignment, the

doesn't die when I pull the trigger. The
target dies when I take the job. It's

my decision that kills them.

DeMarco is dead already.

Up here.

Now, to bring him back, especially him,
he would throw everything off.

Especially DeMarco.

Why?

He did something.

Reminded me of someone I eliminated a
long time ago.

This may be personal to you, but it's
business to me.

Now, I've settled with DeMarco.

He stopped blackmailing me. He lives.

No.

I give the orders.

Now, if you go against my instructions,
Major, that's going to destroy your

reputation a lot worse than any missed
shot.

DeMarco lives.

Or else.

Now, get out of here.

Listen, I'm going to check across the
street and look for witnesses.

All right, I'll check over here.

He's career, Lieutenant.

Shot right in the heart, 20th Street,
sitting in his car.

Well, why don't you give it to
Lieutenant Farber? I mean, he's doing my

pretty well, Stavros.

Yeah, well, forensics recovered a slug
from the dashboard.

It's got no rifles.

It's the same caliber as the one that
hit that guard up in the Bronx. I

you'd like to know that. Was that
silence, too?

It could be. Nobody heard nothing.

Where's the target's name, Stavros?

Well, his name is Chuck Lowe.

The car he's driving is leased by the
Kim Chi Importing Company. I guess

a Korean officer.

Any address?

It's 900 West 161st Street.

Stavros, good work.

What's that? What's up? Well, either the
major killed another target or he put

somebody away for personal reasons.
Either way, get in touch with Stavros.

Pick up everything you can on a victim
by the name of Chuck Lowe.

Yeah, personnel, this is Lieutenant
Kojak.

Look, I need an officer with special
qualifications to help in an

Tomorrow morning, as soon as you can.

Lieutenant Kojak, I'm Gardner.

Sorry they couldn't get me here before
noon.

I'm a little rusty, sir. I hope I don't
disappoint you. Well, that makes two of

us, Gardner.

Come on.

Lieutenant Kojak, this is Officer
Gardner, Police Department.

Are you in charge here?

Yes, I'm the owner, Jimmy Lee.

What can I do for you? The name Chuck
Lowe, does that mean anything to you? I

had to take the pastrami on rye, they
are a lot of onion rolls.

What's up?

Uh, this is Lieutenant Kojak.

My brother Ben, he wants to know about
Chuck Lowe.

Yeah, he works for us.

Yes, well, he was shot to death in his
car yesterday.

Murdered on East 20th Street. You know
anything about it?

Have you any idea what he was doing down
there? Why anybody wanted to kill him?

Mr.

Lowe was an independent consultant.

Work on commission.

Give advice.

Which American companies we should work
with.

Like for shipping from Korea.

Import, export.

He had good business. Why enemies?

Yes. What kind of business could he
throw to a shipping company, for

Oh, maybe as high as $1 million, $2
million a year.

Oh, maybe he was peddling influence.

I don't understand.

Well, bribery, payoffs. You know, a lot
of people pay an awful lot of money for

a $2 million contract.

Chuck Lowe?

No.

My government and your government are
very sensitive to this payoff business.

Very bad scandal.

He takes bribes. He gets thrown out of
country.

He's too smart.

I don't like calling dead man crooked.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult him.

Now, I'd like to see a list of the names
of the firms you might have

recommended. Sure.

Where's his body?

He's got no family.

We'll take care for him.

The mall downtown.

And I'm sorry.

Frank DeMarco, Trans -American Shipping
Company.

And on the golf course yesterday
morning, Frank DeMarco.

Something interesting, Lieutenant?

Yeah. I mean, the major he trained in
Korea.

Chuck Lowe is Korean? Must have made
contact over there.

Anyway, what'd they say inside, Gardner?

They lied through their teeth to you,
Lieutenant.

Kozidmal means, well, let me put it to
you this way.

He's as crooked as the Yalu River.

Chuck Lowe, he had his hand out for
bribes all the time. One more report to

Immigration, they were ready to ship him
back to the 48th Parallel.

Well, maybe DeMarco wouldn't pay his
bribes on time.

Or threaten to blow the whistle on Chuck
Lowe, eh?

If DeMarco...

We're putting a squeeze on Chuck Lowe.
That's like a worm trying to choke a

python. All right.

Thanks, Gardner. Shun my ale,
Lieutenant.

Hey, Gardner.

Yes, sir?

Where'd you learn all that stuff?

I mean, when the Korean War was on, you
weren't even born.

I was born exactly then.

My mother's Korean.

My father was the biggest hell raiser in
the Marines.

Oh.

Your mother's still in Korea?

No, she's here.

Still married.

Still happy.

Oh. Well, that figures.

Manhattan South called, Lieutenant.

Wanted us to know that a man fitting the
Major's description bought a .30 -06

rifle yesterday morning.

On 38th Street off Lexington, about two
hours after the shooting.

He's hanging around, still cooking up
something, just like Kojak said.

Okay, okay.

Hey, Lieutenant.

We would have come up with our own leads
our own way. We always have.

Where is he today?

All I know is he put in a call to
personnel yesterday, requested an

spoke Korean.

Korean, huh?

Yeah. Come on, I offer you.

Close the door.

He's got a list of clippings here dating
back to 1953.

Yeah.

Military intelligence today identified
the hitman alleged to have killed Union

boss Leonard Cox as Korean veteran Paul
Markham.

Markham, reputedly known as the Major,
and here's his military record.

Family history from the FBI.

List of killings attributed to him.

110? Yeah, New York, Philadelphia,
Boston, Panama City, Liverpool, Haiti,

Vietnam. A license to kill.

Where the hell does he think that comes
from?

Twenty -three years on the fourth
chapter.

I've never had to kill a man yet.

Thank God.

But him.

Put 20 grand in a slot, the weasel goes
pop, there's another pool of blood

instead of a person.

What's life to him? A shooting gallery,
that's all.

Who was it this time, if not Vacelli?

And why not come out in the open, huh?
At least ask for protection.

Somebody shoots at me.

I wouldn't want my mother to know. She
worries enough as it is.

What about your son?

Who's got a son?

This guy does.

Mr. and Mrs.

Frank DeMarco.

They had a 70 -year -old kid with them
on that golf course.

Maybe they're in trouble.

Afraid he'll find out.

Afraid we'll want to talk to the kid.

You know, he could have seen something
that we'd like to know.

Did Kojak talk to DeMarco or his wife?

No, I don't think he's had the time.

You have to do it. You don't have time.

I'll call you.

I can't make it out by six.

Romero.

Two great minds with one thought, right?
Frank DiMarco.

I thought I was going to have them all
to myself.

Yeah, well, what do you got?

What do you got?

Stay ten minutes for a cup of coffee,
okay? We'll compare notes.

Well, you tell me your dream, I'll tell
you mine. We'll razzle -dazzle and

double -team the heck out of them.

Gentlemen, if you had any information
that might have helped you, we would

come forward at the gulf.

Yes, but you were on the tee of the
third hole when the shot was fired. I

even think I heard the shot. I was
concentrating, trying to get off a

drive. I got disgusted. I blew it. I
decided my wife deserved a nice big

breakfast instead of being stuck with a
lousy golfer in a crabby mood.

But we certainly didn't leave because we
thought we were in any danger.

And you didn't hear the shot either, Mr.
DeMarco?

No, I don't think so. I was pretty much
concentrating on my own game, too.

I don't suppose your son's a golfer,
too, is he?

At seven?

Robbie, no. He was just horsing around,
tagging after me. Well, since he wasn't

concentrating on his golf game, maybe he
heard something.

Could I ask him a few questions? I got a
grandson about seven myself.

I promised not to make it uncomfortable
for him. Well, actually, he's napping

right now.

We're taking him to the festival later.
Keeping him up pretty late.

I have to draw the lottery tickets.
Probably won't get finished until after

If it's really important.

I could ask him any questions for you
tomorrow, give you a call.

Oh, Mr. DeMarco.

We're trying to make sure there is a
tomorrow for you.

Lieutenant, I do not appreciate you
frightening my wife like this. Oh, I'm

sorry. Look, Mr.

DeMarco, your husband was dealing with a
Korean businessman who is known to have

hired this assassin before.

Now, I don't know what your husband did
to offend him so badly that he'd want to

kill him, but it's... Lieutenant, I have
an excellent reputation in this

community. Now, my business and my life
are in absolutely no danger of anything,

except you are insinuations.

I would appreciate it if you would both
leave.

Mommy? Robbie?

Robbie, get back in your room.

I finished my homework, Daddy.

You're supposed to be taking a nap.

Uh -uh, that was after lunch. Robbie,
I... Frank!

Excuse us.

Sorry. I almost weighed home.

Be it ever so humble.

Daddy was about to hit that kid. Let me
tell you something. It wasn't the first

time either.

Please leave us alone, will you? Oh,
Mrs. DeMarco, we're talking about your

husband's life.

Yes, but what you were saying makes no
sense.

I mean, the man you insinuate wants him
killed is dead himself.

And now you were saying that somebody
else is after him. And for what

conceivable reason?

Mrs. DeMarco, I don't know the answer.
Then you're really just alarming us.

Suppose we just put some police
surveillance on you, Mr. DeMarco.

Tonight? In that crowd at the festival?

Are you serious?

How do I explain that? That I'm being
pursued by gangsters? What kind of

does that make me out to be?

Now, I'm sorry you can't catch a gunman.

But I want no more interference with my
life. Good day, gentlemen.

Hank, are you sure you're safe?

I was a fool.

I admit that, but I squared things with
Chuck Love.

And besides, he's dead. There's no
reason for anyone to be after me.

No reason at all.

I'll make it up to Robbie tonight.

Chuck Lowe put out a hit on him. We
don't know why.

DeMarco's right.

Without one good reason why the Major's
still after him, I don't know how to

justify surveillance.

All right.

If you give me one good reason that
makes sense to me, two bags.

Thank you. And I'll get the
authorization to my precinct.

I'll let the chief of detectives come
down on my head.

Did you read the family history on the
Major?

I mean, the FBI reported my file? Yeah,
Kim did what?

You know, when he was a kid, his old man
was an alcoholic. Used to hit on him

all the time in bed.

You know, the kid didn't talk for years.
Wound up in a foster home.

And he didn't just flinch when the old
man was gonna hit him.

He ran away.

He'd be gone three days at a time before
they'd find him.

Let's suppose, George, that this...
Ronnie.

You know, he's goofing off on a golf
course.

Then DeMarco hit him like he almost hit
upstairs.

I suppose the mate just saw that.

What a plunge.

Maybe jerked the trigger a second too
late?

Not a bad theory, is it?

Explains why he's still after DeMarco.

Revenge.

Gets the father.

Probably doesn't even know what's inside
him. All right.

Here we go.

One, two, three, rally, whoop.

Hey, look.

You call down to Manhattan South, okay?
Get a couple of men over here.

stay on top of DeMarco until they get
here. Where are you going?

I'm going up on the rooftop and scan it.

Hey, yo.

Hey, Cam.

Yeah. You too, pal.

minute now demarco's gonna get up on
that platform and he's gonna pick that

number for the church lottery perfect
target for a rifle up here

i don't like it you stop if you stay up
here

keep your eyes open cracker okay you go
across the street guy on the roof over

there come on

to these ceremonies.

further delay.

The first winning number for third
prize, a 17 -inch colored television

is... Dale, did you ever see

a priest who didn't know when to bless
himself?

That one over there. Second one from the
left.

I saw him come down here. I tried to
shout at him. You damn fool.

Anything bigger than a .25 caliber, he
would have punched holes right for you

and your lousy garbage can.

You see, I can't do anything right.

Lieutenant.

He's got himself.

I guess I never did anything.