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Madigan (1968)

- This is where the police
officer rings the bell

and waits to get
invited in, right?

- All right, Barney.

- What the hell is this?

- Take it easy, Benesch.

- Hell of a time in the morning
for a social call, Dan.

- Now don't complain, Barney.

We could've been here
half an hour ago.

Put your pants on, we're taking
you to Brooklyn.

- Brooklyn?
- Brooklyn.

- I've been clean for two years,
what do I know about Brooklyn?

- Well, that's what
they want to know.

Come on, Benesch, move it.

- If I asked you for a warrant,
you could show me one?

- We left it downstairs
with the doorman.

- Watch out for my glasses.

- No gun?

- Gave them up.

- What for, Lent?

- Oh, you guys kill me.

I never thought you two would
try illegal entry.

- Hmm!

Look who's talking.

How old are you, honey?

- I am 22.

- 22?

- Benesch, will you move it?

I want to get home and see the
kids before they go to school.

- Oh, you always were
a family man, Rocky.

- That's right.

- Rosita...

my jacket.

Not bad, eh, Danny boy?

It's there for the asking.

- Knock it off.

- Drop the gun, Rocky.

- You're out
of your mind, Benesch.

This is a routine check.

- Cut the crap, Madigan.

Tell that wop cop
it's now or never.

I said,
tell him to drop the gun!

All right, up with your hands,
you bastards.

Get your hands up!

I'm never going in again.

Not with you, not with anybody.

All right, turn.

I said, turn!

Your hands on his shoulders,
Danny Boy.

Get your hands on his shoulders.

Yours behind your
head, Bonaro.

All right, walk slow.

No, you don't, Bonaro!

We're going upstairs to
the roof!

Come on, move it, Madigan.

- You, bum, you were looking at
the broad.

- What the hell were
you looking at?

- He's headed for 99th Street.

- Don't tell him I helped you,
he will kill me!

- Yeah?
- Muller?

- Speaking.
Oh, is this you?

- Who the hell do you think it
is-- Now get this.

I'll see you at the same place,
only an hour later.

You got that?
One hour later.

- Look, will you be able to--

- We'll both be there.

- I'll be there, you can count
on it.

- We'll both be there,
I'll meet your terms.

And you'd
better meet mine.

- Don't worry about it.

Pleasure to do business with--

Hello... hello?

- Yeah?
- Muller?

- Speaking.
Oh, is this you?

- Who in the hell do
you think it is-- Now get this.

I'll see you at the same place,
only an hour later.

You got that?
One hour later.

- Yes?

- Good morning, Commissioner.

- Good morning, Charlie.

- Bad news this morning, Tony.

- What do you mean, bad news?

- Well, a couple of the boys up
at the 23rd Precinct stepped

all over their nightsticks
a couple of minutes ago.

Some loser named Barney Benesch

lifted their guns and took off.

- That's a hell of a thing.

Who were the officers involved?

- First Grade Detectives Daniel
Madigan and Rocco Bonaro.

- Damn that Madigan.

He was bound to get caught in
a wringer sooner or later.

- No, Madigan's
a good cop, Tony.

Doesn't always go by the book.

- I like the book, Charlie.

How did it happen?

- I'll have the details for you
from the chief of detectives

by the time you get downtown.

- Right.

- Darling?

- What are you doing
up so early?

- I couldn't sleep.

- Why, trouble?

- All kinds.

- Hello?

- Tom, I'm sorry to cut into
your sleep like this.

Can you pick me up right away?

- Yes, sir, uh, I'll be right
there, Commissioner.

- Thank you.

- Well, what is it,
what's wrong, can you tell me?

- When I know.

- Well, would I be invading your
privacy too much

if I asked you what
you wanted for breakfast?

- Just coffee and juice.

- Morning, Jim.

Your heroes are upstairs.

- Morning.

- Oh, cheer up.

Maybe a couple of my uniform
boys'll pick 'em up for you.

Oh? That'll be the day.

- Bulletin on Benesch coming
through now, Lieutenant.

If Madigan and Bonaro
are sick now,

they're gonna be
sicker when they read this.

- I'll take the carbon.

- All right, Lieutenant.

- You have the right
to remain silent

and refuse to answer questions.

You understand?

Anything you do say may be used
against you in a court of law.

Do you understand?

You have the right to
consult an attorney

before speaking to the police
and to have an attorney present

during any questioning now
or in the future.

Do you understand?

- Is that a lawyer?

- That's right,
an attorney is a lawyer.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you
without cost.

- What do I want
a lawyer for? I did it.

- Congratulations!

- Sorry to wake you up with that
kind of news, Lieutenant.

- Now, don't-- don't worry
about it, fellas.

Look, I woke up
the district commander.

And he woke up
the borough commander.

Now the borough commander woke
up the chief of detectives.

And the chief inspector,
I can assure you,

has already presented
the glad tidings

to Police Commissioner
Anthony X. Russell, huh?

Now, maybe this
will wake you up.

- Homicide?

The first bulletin said Benesch
was just wanted for questioning.

- So you two decided, huh...

to pick him up, huh?

- We knew where we could lay our
hands on him.

We were doing Brooklyn a favor.

- So you just walked in, gave
him your guns, and you left.

- Oh, come on, Lieutenant, we've
got enough trouble.

- Oh, that's for sure,
that's for sure.

Well, what now?

- We'd like to get going,
we got a few leads.

- Such as?

- Benesch has peculiar sexual
habits to put it mildly.

- So does half the population,

but you can hardly
call that a clue.

- Yeah.

Well, anyway, our best chance is
Midget Castiglione.

- The bookie?

- Yeah, that's the one.

Benesch robbed him
a couple of times,

took him apart just for kicks.

Maybe 'cause he's
a midget, I don't know.

Anyway, Castiglione
likes to know

where Benesch is at all times.

For which
I can't blame him.

- And why would he tell you?

- Because he owes
Dan a favor, that's why.

And the sooner we get to him,
the better off--

- Now, look, you're not going
anyplace

until I hear from downtown.

Now, look,
you fellas may be up

for a little vacation, or worse,
who knows?

Now meanwhile, you better type
up your reports.

Oh, by the way, you're
both automatically fined

five days' pay, that's just for
losing your guns.

- Thanks.

- Thank you, Tom, get yourself
some breakfast.

- Yes, sir, thank you.

- Good morning, Commissioner.

- Sorry to
disturb you, Sergeant.

- The PC is in the building.

- Come in.

- Good morning, Commissioner.

- Morning, Doris, you the early
man today?

- Looks more like you are.

Uh, Assistant Chief Inspector
Griffin stuck his head in.

I think he wanted you to
know he was here.

- Have him come up.

- Yes, sir.

- Good morning, Commissioner.

- Anything there
can wait, Marvin?

- It can all wait at least,
until after lunch.

But I thought the commissioner
might want to

refresh himself on
his speech to

the police academy graduating
class this morning.

Unless he has
a new one this year.

1:00, luncheon with
Mrs. Harriet Dorm

and the Women's Committee
of the Police Athletic League,

at the Bethesda Fountain Cafe.

- All right.

- 3:00, Dr. Taylor,
that's about his son.

- Yeah, I remember.

- 4:00

- We can finish that later, Marvin.

- Good morning, Commissioner.

- Sit down, Earl.

All right, let's begin
at the beginning.

- We had a tap on this fella,
Muller, Commissioner.

George Muller.

- That was in connection

with your investigation of
Sergeant Shafer.

- Yes, sir, that's correct.

- Muller has this bar and grill
over in the 18th Precinct.

We received a tip
that known prostitutes

were frequenting the place,

certain well-known
suspicious characters

who preferred not to be seen in
public often met there.

Well, the tapped phone
was in the pay booth

of a garage Muller had an
interest in.

There were different kinds of
conversations on the tapes.

While I was running through
them, I... I heard this voice.

- Yes, go on, Earl.

- Well, as I said, Commissioner,
I heard this voice and...

You know how the chief inspector
has a distinctive voice

and a way of talking.

I felt it was my duty

to bring this matter to your
attention, Commissioner.

- Is there any doubt
in your mind

that the voice on that tape
is Charlie Kane's?

- Well, as I said,
Commissioner,

the chief inspector,

assuming it is
the chief inspector--

- I know what you said, Earl,
I just wanna know one thing.

Is there any doubt in
your mind whose voice that is?

- No, sir.

No doubt at all.

- I typed this
transcript of the conversation

on the tape personally,
Commissioner.

I thought
you'd like to have it.

- You haven't made a duplicate
and filed it, have you, Earl?

- Oh, no, Commissioner.

- Thank you, Earl.

Is there anything else you
wanted to see me about?

- Nothing urgent, we're working
on two or three things--

- Fine.

- Is there anything you'd like
me to do, Commissioner?

- No, thank you.

I'll let you know.

- I'm sorry, Commissioner,
it had to be the chief.

Thank you, Commissioner.

- Nice and neat, huh?

- Yeah, and just enough for
Russell to hang us with.

- Okay, we'll send
someone right over.

Come on.

Take it easy in here
for a few minutes.

- Hello.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Hi, Rocky.

How are ya, honey?

- I'm fine, fine.

Listen, um, I'll be a little
late, we had some trouble.

- Oh, that's too bad.

You're sure you're all right?

- Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure.

Hey, how are the kids?

- Just fine.

- They get off
to school all right?

- Yeah, Mario took his lunch
again this morning.

- He did?

Well, that's twice this week.

I'm going to
have to cut his allowance.

Yeah, well, listen, hon,
I just called

because I didn't
want you to worry.

All right, look, I've
got a lot of work to do.

I'll see you later, huh?

Okay, goodbye.
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- Detective O'Mara.

What's your name,
where are you calling from?

- Hello?

- Did I wake you?

- No, I'm up.

Where are you?

- I'm at the station house.

There's a little screw-up
this morning.

- What happened?

- We were picking up a guy
and we lost him.

- What do you mean, lost him?

- Just lost, what the hell's
the difference?

Now we have to find him.

- When are you coming home,
or don't you know?

- No, I don't right now,
I'll see how it goes.

- Well, I don't know
what to do.

What am I supposed to plan?

- Well, I'm gonna try to get
home and freshen up.

But if there's something
you wanna do, you go ahead.

- Oh, what does
that mean, "you go ahead"?

Shall I wait for you,
go out, or what?

- Honey, I don't know.

We may get this guy in a hour or
then again, it may be days.

- Days?

Listen, if this ruins

the captain's party
tomorrow night,

I don't know what I'll do.

- Oh, come on, Julia.

- This is really too damn much!

- Now, listen to me,
will you?

- I bought a new dress
for that party.

I made an
appointment to get my hair done.

- We'll go to the captain's
party, just take it easy.

- All right.

For God's sakes, be careful.

- Yeah, I'll be careful.

I'll see you.

- That's the whole story,
Commissioner.

In my humble opinion,
Detectives Madigan and Bonaro

were acting like a couple of
hicks in a cathouse.

And they were taken.

- We know that.

- Plus, which--
- Would you, please?

- These two first class, what
the chief inspector

likes to call
"slashing detectives,"

went after that man without even
knowing what he was wanted for.

- Oh, come on, Hap, you can't
hold that against them.

Brooklyn was working on the
Kleyer killing, Commissioner,

and they found out through a tip

that Benesch and Kleyer
were friendly,

so they put it on the teletype

to locate him and bring
him in for questioning.

Madigan and Bonaro knew Benesch
pretty well,

so they picked him up
as a favor to Brooklyn.

- Prima donnas,
that's what they are.

- Those prima donnas hold more
departmental citations

for heroism and excellent
service than any other team

in the detective division.
- Be that as it may, Charlie!

They shouldn't have gone after
that guy alone.

- Anyway, while they were
going after that guy alone,

Brooklyn found out that Benesch
did do the Kleyer killing

and for $1,500 cold cash.

- And Benesch got both their
guns, is that right?

- Yeah, that's right,
Commissioner.

Look, I'd like
to hit both those birds

with a complaint right now.

- Oh, for God's sake, Hap, will
you stop this--

- Charlie, if Madigan
and Bonaro are looking

for some more headlines,
these'll make their heads spin.

And it's not exactly
the kind of image

the department needs these days.

- We're not running a public
relations office, Hap.

Give them 72 hours
to bring Benesch in.

- Just as you say, Commissioner.

- When the chief of detectives
finds the time,

he might assign
20 more men to this case.

- Begging your pardon, with all
due respect,

that was done an hour ago.

- Well, thank you, Chief.

- Thank you, Chief.

- Bring him in fast, Hap,
hope nobody gets hurt.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, now there is a really
fine leader of men.

Two of his best goof
and he dances for joy.

- I am not at all convinced that
Madigan's one of our best men.

I haven't seen him in years,
and yet I somehow always

have the feeling he's out
there on the streets somewhere,

doing something I'd
rather not know about.

- Such as, Tony?

- When he was
a third grade detective,

and I was his captain, he always
wore better clothes than I did.

When I was grabbing a bite in
some beanery,

he'd be having a chicken
sandwich at the Stork Club.

I never could figure out
how he did it at first.

Then I found out what he wasn't
getting wholesale,

he was getting for nothing.

Police discount,
he called it.

- Sure, Madigan's
always lived

a little on the arm, but...

On the other hand, he's never
really been on the take.

He's never given anything
in return.

- What you mean is,
he's never sold a job.

- Yeah.

Yeah, never sold out.

When are you going to be ready

to go to those
graduation exercises?

- Ten minutes, I'll see you
in the car.

- Well, where is he?

If he isn't there, he's got to
be someplace else.

Let's go.

That new secretary of
Castiglione's

got a bad case of lockjaw.

- Yeah, well, there just might
be a cure for that.

- I don't know her name, she hit
me with a shoe and she left.

- They got to be kidding
downtown with this 72 hours.

What, are we miracle workers?

- From anyone but Russell,
I'd call it rough.

From him it's sweet charity.

- What makes you think we're
important enough

for the commissioner to give us
all this personal attention?

- I know him well.

- He used to be a cop,
he knows how it is.

What's the matter with him?

- I'll tell you what's
the matter with him.

With him, everything's either
right or wrong.

There's no in-between.

- I remember once when he was my
precinct commander,

a wholesale butcher
in the neighborhood

gave out Christmas turkeys.

Every cop in the precinct
got one.

The butcher wasn't
asking for any favors,

he just had an attack of
Santa Claus.

But Russell sent
his turkey back.

His wife was alive at the time,

they didn't have much,
like the rest of us.

But he sent his back.

- What a break for the turkey.

- ...workshop, female
calls for help.

- You're smoking.

- Yeah, sure, I'm smoking.

- You all right, Tony,

you look a bit off-key for
graduation day.

- I didn't sleep worth
a damn last night.

- Ooh, your shoelace is untied.

- I haven't heard
that for years.

Your father used to say it
all the time.

I miss him once in a while.

Especially on
a day like today.

- Say, do you remember that
winter when you and I were

nothing more than
rookies ourselves

and the department had you
marching that beat out there--

winds of Staten Island?

You froze your brass off,
all because you wouldn't

cooperate with
the boys from Tammany Hall?

And it was Captain Kane
of the old 7th Precinct

who went downtown and did
something about it?

Two days later, you
were off Staten Island.

'Cause, you know, it was
just as cold out there

in the far reaches of the Bronx
where I was,

and he didn't raise
a finger to bring me in.

- I loved your father, he was
the only one I had.

- I didn't mind
sharing him with you.

Of course, he could see through
me like a pane of glass.

I remember one night, Tony.

The old man sat down
across from me at a table

with a bottle of Irish
between us.

He didn't say anything.

So I didn't
say anything.

And the bottle went down.

And finally, he said to me,
"Charlie, me boy,

if the chips fall right,

that old friend of yours,
Tony Russell,

will be commissioner one day."

Well, I guess he could tell by
the expression on my face

how I felt about it.

- Not all bad.

Not all good, either.

And then he said,
"Don't be a fool, Charlie.

The department is big enough for
two big men and if you're lucky,

one day you'll be his
chief inspector.

Of course, the old man swore one
time that he saw a leprechaun

in the balcony of Loews 83rd.

So I figured he was
prone to exaggeration.

- Charlie.

- Yeah.

- I'm going going to be seeing
Dr. Taylor

about his son this afternoon.

Fill me in on that.

- Oh, that's a sticky one, Tony.

About two weeks ago,

an hysterical
mother brought her

14-year-old daughter into
the Harlem station house.

The girl had been accosted
on a busy street by a boy

who produced a knife,
forced her into his car,

green two-door sedan.

Two of the squad detectives
picked up Dr. Taylor's son.

- Did they work the boy over
when they brought him in?

- No, sir, I checked on it.

Didn't touch him.

- You wouldn't leave me out
on a limb

with this thing,
would you, Charlie?

- Have I ever?

- Detectives Madigan and Bonaro.

- Mr. Castiglione
isn't in, gentlemen.

Just like I told you,
he isn't in.

I have no idea where he is.

I have no idea
where he went.

- Now, don't be defensive,
Miss Newman.

You mean to say you don't even
have a notion where he might be?

- Off for the weekend
with Buster,

and that's all
I know, period, Mr. Madigan.

- Mm-hmm.

- Give us the keys to
the rest of the place

or I'll tip this
over on top--

and that's just for openers.

- Now, there's no need,
there's no--

don't you dare.

Go away, I'll give you the keys!

I would've given you they keys
if you'd asked for them.

I know you're friends
of Mr. Castiglione.

He's not hiding in there, if
that's what you're thinking.

- Oh, no, we just wanted
to make sure

in case he might've
overslept or something.

- I understood you were two
decent police officers.

- When we can afford it.

If Castiglione calls, tell him
Dan Madigan wants to see him

right away,
at once, or even sooner.

You got that?

- I'll tell him.

- You do that.

Now we're down to frightening
old ladies.

- Huh, huh.

Uh, she doesn't know anything.

The midget
wouldn't tell her,

especially if he was
holed up someplace.

- Yeah.

Well, what's next?

- I hate to say this, Danny boy,
but you look terrible .

- So do you.

Do you know how
long we've been up?

- Uh-huh.

I could use a pair of socks,
a shave, and some sleep.

- Let's grab a few hours.
- Right.

- It was a splendid meeting,
Commissioner.

Thank you so much
for joining us.

- I should be thanking you
and your committee, Mrs. Dorin,

for myself and the Police
Athletic League.

- Well, we just know that
the young people of the city,

if given a chance, would rather
be playing baseball and football

than fighting on the street
and smoking pot.

- We like to
think so, Mrs. Hewitt.

- Goodbye, Commissioner.

- Goodbye.

- I heard you mention
Bergdorf's, Mrs. Bentley.

I'm passing that way,
can I give you a lift?

- That would be very kind of
you, Commissioner.

- This is unforgiveable,
isn't it, Tony?

- Horrible.

In what way?

- Fooling all those nice ladies
on the committee.

If we are fooling them.

- You're a worrier.

- I'm a coward.

With a very bad conscience.

My husband
and children get back

from their hunting trip
on Sunday.

- I know.

What time?

- In the morning,
about 9:00 or 10:00.

It'll be good
to see them again.

Does that make sense to you?

- Yes, it does.

- I don't know where I am, Tony.

I went home to change

and get some things
this morning.

It all sort of hit me... again.

When I'm there, I...

I just want to be with you.

And when I'm with you,
part of me is always there.

This adultery is a lonely
business, isn't it?

- So it is.

I find myself missing you all
the time,

even when you're with me.

Because I know that someday
you'll have to go.

- How was it you got around
my absolute determination

not to become
involved with you, hmm?

And how, in heaven's name,
did you pick on me?

- Because you were the only
member of the committee

without a surefire theory
on juvenile delinquency.

Or maybe I fell
in love with you.

- Sometimes known
as cold borscht.

And so today, my dear, if you
will follow my instructions...

just as faithfully...

- Hi.

- Hi, I really didn't think
you'd show up.

- Yep, I made it.

- You look beat.

Can I fix you a drink?

- Yeah, easy on the water.

- ...to try something new.

- I suppose you've
had your lunch.

- Well, I didn't know,
you didn't call.

- It's okay.

- There's still some
cold cuts and potato salad.

- That'll be fine.

Oh, thanks.

- Helen Barry phoned
a while ago.

- Yeah? How is she?

- She's okay.

She called to tell me she heard
about you over the radio.

"What a shame," she kept saying.
"Poor Dan."

- Hmm.

- Did you catch him yet?

- Nope.

- Helen has her faults,
but she's a good friend.

I'd go crazy
stuck out here without her.

- I don't mind Helen.

She's a bitch,
but what the hell.

- "But who isn't?"
Is that what you wanted to say?

- No.

No, honey, no.

What are you
going to be doing tonight?

- The usual, watch TV.

It's getting so it's coming out
of my eyeballs.

And those commercials,
I know every one by heart.

- Why don't you go to a movie?

- By myself?

- Why not?

- You know I hate that.

I'd rather watch TV.

That's why I've been looking
forward so

to the captain's party.

- We'll go.

- Do you want to eat now
or after your shower?

- After.

- I think the real reason
Helen called was to tell me

they're buying a cottage at
Breezy Point--

- Have I got any clean socks?

Oh, thanks.

- I didn't say anything,
but why would anybody

wanna buy a house in a place
like that?

I mean, it's so common.

Cops and firemen, that's all you
ever see at Breezy Point.

As if you didn't see
enough lousy cops as it is.

Except you're one lousy cop
I never see enough of.

- Now, honey,
don't start that again.

- Well, why can't we be like
other people?

Look at my brother George.

He and Marge have
a great time together.

He doesn't carry a gun whenever
he steps out of the house.

- Lucky old George.

- Well, a lot you get out of it,

a couple of hundred
dollars a week.

George must be
good for $30-$40,000 a year

in that bar
and grill of his.

And he spends every afternoon
with his wife.

- Good for him.

- Well, you could be
a captain, too,

not just a crummy detective
running around the streets.

Well, you are smarter
than most of them.

But that's not for you.

Well, what do you care
about money or the respect?

As long as you're out on those
damn streets having fun.

Well, what about me?

Why don't you think of me once
in a while?

Maybe there's
some kind of life I want.

- Damn it, Julia.

Why do you always have to go
into that same song and dance?

- Hello?

- Hey, Dan.
- Yeah?

- Hey.

This guy, Buster,
Castiglione's friend,

didn't he have a brother?

Worked in the subway
for the city.

- Oh, yeah, a dispatcher.

Midtown someplace.

Uh, check with
the transit authority, will you?

- You got it,
um, I'll pick you up

in 20 minutes, okay?

- All right,
I'll see you then.

- I'll get your food.

- Honey?

I'm sorry.

You don't have anything on
under that, do you?

- It's a little late for that
now, isn't it?

- Uh, I know Buster's no prize,

and maybe he isn't all there in
the head, but he's my brother.

- He's not in any trouble,
don't worry about it.

We just want to
talk to the midget,

and we figure he's
with Buster, that's all.

- I just hope you're giving it
to me straight.

Mr. Castiglione's been awful
good to Buster.

- We're giving it
to you straight.

Now just stop dancing around

and tell us
where we can find Buster.

- Well, frankly, there isn't
a week goes by that

Buster doesn't
go to see our mother.

They're very close,
him and the old lady.

- Where does she live?

- Coney Island.

- What's the address?

- 1064 Neptune Avenue,
apartment three.

- Okay, so far you've been a big
help, Nick.

But don't call her, huh?

- I never do, she's deaf.

- Your son does have a green
two-door sedan,

doesn't he, Dr. Taylor?

- David's two-door sedan is
a greenish blue, Commissioner.

Not green.

I bought it for him myself.

Yet your men picked up my son
and dragged him

to the station house,

although there was
no reason whatsoever

to suspect him of this crime.

- It is my understanding
he went voluntarily.

And there was a reason.

Your son's been arrested
twice before

for molesting young girls.

- That was two years ago,
Commissioner.

Does that make him guilty now?

- Dr. Taylor,
human behavior patterns

are very important
in police work.

A known sex offender, whose name
was on the same list

that your son's was on,

finally confessed
to this crime.

- Commissioner,
you don't know my son.

Oh, I admit he's made some
terrible mistakes,

but that's in the past.

He's a changed boy.

Do you have children?

- No, I don't.

- Well, nevertheless,
try to understand

how I, as a father, felt

after David told me
what happened.

How he had been subjected
to the most outrageous pressures

to confess to a crime
he didn't commit.

When my son came home to me,

he was in a state of complete
mental collapse and anguish.

- He was given an opportunity
to call you or an attorney.

- He was ashamed--
he was ashamed to call me.

- He was told he didn't have to
answer any questions.

- Well, he was innocent.

Why should
he keep silent?

Commissioner, you're
known to be a man

who does not shrink from his
responsibility.

I expect you
to punish these officers.

- Yes, Commissioner?

- Chief, will you
come up, please?

I'm with Dr. Taylor.

- Yes, Commissioner.

Dr. Taylor,
the two officers involved

have been investigated
thoroughly and cleared

of any suspicion of brutality or
unreasonable conduct.

- Sir...

I came here for justice,
and I'm going to get it.

But I don't want a policeman's
idea of justice.

I want a little of
the victim's idea of justice.

From the bottom looking up,
not from the top looking down.

- I think you're talking about
revenge, not justice.

- Commissioner, during
the Harlem riots, I--

well, I was called an Uncle Tom
for using whatever influence

I had to bring about
peace and understanding.

Was I wrong?

- You were right, Doctor.

- Prove it, Commissioner.

You prove it to me.

- Come in.

You know Chief Inspector Kane,
Dr. Taylor.

- Doctor, nice to see you again.

- Chief, are these the facts
in the Taylor situation?

- Yes, the chief of detectives
investigated this matter

and reported his findings to me.

- I want you personally to see
Second Grade Detectives

Bowler and Silvers and make your
report to me.

Can I get back to you on Monday?

- I'll be expecting
your call, Commissioner.

- You'll hear from me.

Dr. Taylor, when a police
officer does his job properly,

I'm prepared to back him.

When he doesn't,
I'm ready to break him.

There must be one rule,

one standard for every man
who carries a gun

and is charged with the
protection of the community.

Chief Inspector Kane
will tell you our men

are expected not only
to enforce the law,

but to live under it themselves.

That's a comforting thought,
gentlemen.

- No, it's okay, Buster.

- Hiya, Midge.

- Dan!

- How are you?

- Fine.

Rocky?

What are you guys doing all the
way out here in Coney Island?

- Came down for a hot dog,
what do you think?

We've been looking for you.

Don't you call
your office?

- Oh, hell, why should I?

I can always read about it in
the papers.

- You can read your own
obituary, too,

if Benesch
catches up with you.

Bodyguard or no bodyguard.

One rap more or less won't make
any difference to him now.

- Yeah, I know. I figured that,
that's why I panicked.

You know, I'm not the biggest
coward in the world, Dan,

but that guy scares me.

I heard that bad news
on the air this morning,

so I figured I can come out here
and spend a few days

with Buster and his mother
until you guys collect

that crazy piece of nut cake.

- Well, uh, we're gonna need
a little help, Midge.

Like, uh, you got a couple of
dozen customers, who, uh,

don't mind talking
to their favorite bookie.

- Oh, sure, I can make
a couple of calls...

- You're not listening, Midge.

We want Benesch now,
not next Christmas.

The longer he's loose,

the shorter
your life span, right?

- Yeah, well, I know.

- That punk shacked up
in some pad, TV-ing it

with a couple of broads to take
his mind off the commercials.

Somebody's gotta know something.

Some pimp, maybe,

who won't talk to us,
but, uh, will to you.

Time for you
to come home, Midge.

You're too far away
from the action.

- Oh, I had it
with the fresh air anyway.

You're my friend,
Dan, and I owe you.

You just make sure you give me
a nice funeral

in case he makes me
before you make him, huh?

- Okay.

Let's go up and try a couple

of those luxurious army cots,
I'm beat.

- You go.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- I don't know,
maybe I'll go dancing--

- Dancing, are you kidding.
Come on, you're out
on your feet!

Hey, let's get some sleep.

- I'll let you know where I am.

Keep in touch.

- And how lips

That taste of tears

Lose their taste

For kissing

You don't know

How hearts
yearn for love

That cannot live

Yet never dies

Until you've
faced each dawn

With sleepless eyes

You don't know

What love is

- Mwah.

- Hi.

- Well, at least you're alive.

- Hard to tell.

Drink?

- Damn newspapers,
I felt so lousy.

You'd think you were
the criminal.

- Jonesy, you're a good girl.

Tell me more.

I'm here for
comfort and sympathy.

- Do you love me just a little?

- After my wife,
I love you best.

- At least I haven't
lost any ground.

- Hmm.

- Hey, take it easy with that
stuff, there's water in it.

- How's the world's
sexiest singer?

- Great.

Come home with me tonight?

- Oh, come on.

- You know how
I feel about you.

- Yeah, I remind
you of your father.

- The hell you do.

You've had it, I think.

- Ah.

Okay.

Check.

- Compliments of the house,
Mr. Madigan.

It's always
a pleasure to have you here.

- Well, thank you very much.

- Tell the boys
I'm cutting out, okay?

- Yes, Miss Jones.

- Come on, we got
a cab right outside.

- Where am I going?

- Beddy-bye, and it won't
hurt a bit.

- Yeah, you're right.

They shouldn't see me
like this at the station house

when I'm supposed to be looking

for the bastard
that grabbed my gun.

- I'll buy you a new one.

- You can't sleep in your suit,
you'll ruin it.

- No!

Ahh!

Clean sheets.

- What time do you want me to
set the alarm for, 6:30, 7:00?

- Oh, I forgot, uh,
call Rocky

at the station house
and leave this number.

He'll call me if
anything breaks.

- Okay.

- I promised to leave a number,
he'll call me.

- You know I'm not kidding, Dan.

Why can't it be like it was
before you got married?

- I'm in love with Julia.

- Who's asking for love?

- Where the hell
have you been, Dan?

- Don't give me any trouble,
get in here.

I had to go back to Flame Club,
pick up the damn car.

Some jerk gave me a ticket.

- It's a great day already.

- Yeah.

- Okay, who's this guy
who called?

- Says he's a friend of yours,
name of Mickey Dunn.

- Oh, yeah, used to be a boxer.

Haven't seen him for six,
seven years.

- Well, he says he just saw
Benesch in McGinty's Bar.

You believe it?
- I'd like to.

- Well, that buddy of yours must
be some kind of a lush,

sitting in a bar
at this hour of the morning.

- How the hell can we take
a chance not to check?

Can't you move
this thing any faster?

- You can open the other eye
now, I made the coffee.

- Mm.

Did you get some sleep?

- Enough.

- You thrashed around all night.

- I did?
I don't remember.

- Oh, you'd make
a terrible witness.

Have you always been
this hard to reach?

- I've been accused of it.

My friend Charlie Kane
has done me in.

- Oh, Tony.

But that's hard to believe.

- How could he do it?

- Ask him.

Well, I don't know what
the trouble is, but I--

I think you should
give him a chance.

He's your friend.

- One of two.

- Perhaps you're being too hard
on him and on yourself.

- No, there's only one way.

- Now you sound
like a cop.

- I am a cop.

- No, you're
the police commissioner

and Charlie Kane's your friend.

And friends aren't meant to be
judged, just loved.

- You mean I'm supposed to have
separate rules for Charlie Kane

when I don't even
have them for myself.

- Well, what about you and me
here in your bedroom?

Is there a separate rule for us?

- I suppose not, you're right.
I just didn't think

we were talking about
the same kind of thing.

- Tony.

Work it out with him.

It's so important
to both of you.

- I'll do what I have to.

- I know, I know, but...

Remember, people are
more complicated

than you'd like them to be.

And that includes
you and me.

- Will you be still here tonight

when I get back from
the captain's party?

- I'm going to miss you.

- Hi, Dan.

- Hi, Mick.

- Gee, I hope I didn't bring you
here for nothing.

- Good to see you again,
what's doing?

- Benesch, he's still sitting in
the bar over there

because I never
seen him come out.

I've been standing here ever
since I made that phone call,

and he never come out.

- Is there a back door
to that joint?

- Yeah, on the alley.

- You want to be
a real help, Mick?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well, you go in the front.

If he's still there,
open the back door

for us in case it's locked.

Then we'll
see what happens.

Anything pops, take a dive,

crawl the hell out of the way,
all right?

- Sure, Dan, I--
I only hope it's the right guy,

'cause I'm only going from his
picture in the paper--

- Yeah, sure,
just don't stand around

in case there's fireworks, okay?

- What do you want?

- Sorry, bud, I thought you were
from Cincinnati.

- What are you, a wise guy?

- I said I was sorry.

- Nobody tells me
I look like I'm from Cincinnati.

- Now be a good boy
and drink your milk.

- Boy, Dan, I'm awful sorry

I got you out on this,
a bum steer.

- It's okay, Mick, it's okay.

Let me buy you a drink.

- Oh, no, Dan, you don't
have to do that.

I'm-- I'm sorry, fellas.

I could've sworn that
was Benesch.

- This is on the house, boys.

- Oh, thanks.

Take it easy, Mick,
I'll see you around.

- You bet.

You're a sight
for sore eyes, Dan.

You look great!

Oh, no, no-no, Dan.

I'm not that far
down on my luck.

Take it.

- Take care of yourself.

- I've known those
guys for 15 years.

Nice guys, the best.

Once more, huh, Chuck?

- Boy, you
and your friends.

Where do you find them?

- Heh, they find me.

You know what that was all
about, don't you?

- No, what?

- He was lonely.

- You know what, Dan?

- What?

- I got a lousy feeling that
time is running out.

- Yeah.

- It's funny.

I was just thinking about
Russell and that turkey.

- Car 112, car 112.

- That's us.

- Maybe it's something.

- 112 to Central.

112 to Central, K.

- Respond to
the southeast corner

of 104th Street and Broadway.

104th Street
and Broadway.

See the complainant
at luncheonette.

- 112 to Central, 10-four.

- Is there anything else,
Commissioner?

Yes?

- Oh, good morning.

- Morning, Tony.
- Charlie.

- This morning's case sheet.

Two bad knifings and a homicide
in Brooklyn.

- Not good.
- Nope.

- Is the homicide a gang thing,
you think?

- Yes, yes, it looks like that.

A jurisdictional dispute,
evidently. There'll be more.

Be nice if they killed each
other off.

- Anything new on Benesch?

- No, when that breaks,
it'll break fast.

Oh, Bowler and Silvers, the two
detectives on the Taylor case.

I just had them in this morning.

Went over it thoroughly
with them, they're clean.

They did their duty
and nothing more.

I'll stake my reputation on it.

- Well, that's that.

- No.

We've still got to tell
Dr. Taylor something.

That poor boy of his
is precious to him.

Something's eating you, Tony.
What's on your mind?

- I can also play it for you.

- Well...

I was afraid this
might be it.

And I figured that if it was,

the only thing to do
was to say, "Well...

you got caught with your hand in
the till, Charlie."

And then the next thing to do
was to walk out, possibly...

Just possibly, your old friend

might let you do it with
a bit of grace.

That's the way I figured it.

- Tell me about it, Charlie.

- What difference does it make?

I got tapped by Griffin, there
it is in black and white.

The rest is conversation.

- Never mind that,
I want an explanation.

I want you to tell me what's
behind this?

- Why, there's nothing behind it
at all, at all, me boy.

I'll just put in me papers,

with your permission,
and leave quietly.

- Never mind the phony brogue.

You tell me what this is
all about, understand?

- Is that an order,
Commissioner?

- You're damn right it is.

- What more do you want?
You got the facts.

I did a contract
for Muller.

- It's your boy, isn't it?

- How in the hell
did you know that?

- I guessed.

Now I want to hear it from you.

- You always had reservations
about young Charlie, didn't you?

Had a couple myself
down through the years.

- But Patrolman Charlie Kane
Junior is a nice kid.

And he's gonna be
a hell of a cop one day.

Oldest story in the world, Tony.

He and his
nitwit wife were

in hock to a loan association
for $3,000.

The girl's got two fur coats,
can you imagine that?

A 21-year-old girl
with two fur coats.

Anyway, Muller knew he needed
the dough,

so he passed it to the boy...

in return for keeping
the vice and gambling squad

from raiding Muller's premises.

When the kid admitted he
couldn't keep

his end of the bargain, Muller
threatened to turn him in

for accepting a bribe.

Muller's no fool,
he knew that sooner or later,

the kid would have to come to
me, which he did.

- That's pretty smart for
a punk like Muller.

- Yeah.

- Go on.

- Nothing.

Fourth generation of Kanes.

And I'm the first one

to get himself kicked out
of the department.

That's one thing
the old man didn't see

in that bottle of Irish.

- What kind of money are we
talking about?

- $3,500.

- Why didn't you just give it
back to Muller?

- He wouldn't take it.

- What you're telling me
is your boy couldn't

do his dirty contract,
so you did it for him?

- Yeah, you might
put it that way.

- How would you put it?

- Well, that's easy, Tony.

I wanted to
save the kid's neck.

- You stand there and tell me
you've sold yourself

and the department
and me down the river

in the name of fatherhood?

- What in the living hell
do you know about fatherhood?

- Nothing.

But I do know Earl Griffin.
You think for one minute

he'll cover for you or me
in front of a grand jury?

When were you born, Charlie?

- My ears are still pretty good,
you don't have to shout.

- What am
I supposed to do with that?

- Commissioner, I thought
you'd never ask.

- I've been waiting for you.

Can I get you something,
an egg cream maybe?

- Never mind the egg cream,
what have you got?

- See the movie house
down the street?

- Yeah, we see it.

- Okay, just off the left side
of the aisle,

ten rows from the back,

you'll find a nice
young boy named Hughie.

Now he's wearing a black jacket,
green corduroy pants,

and a gold turtleneck
sweater and a head full of hair.

Kind of pretty,
ain't he, Buster?

- Hughie-- Hughie what,
do we know him?

- No, he's nothing, Rock.

But once he drove a car in
a heist for Benesch.

And now being kind of
a cute fella with the ladies,

he helps Benesch out from time
to time with a few girls.

- Sounds all right, Midge.

- Well, what is he doing in
there this time of day?

- Waiting for night.

- Ha, ha.
- Thanks, Midge.

- Hey, I done good,
didn't I, Dan?

- If it works, it's good,
if it doesn't, it's lousy.

- Yeah, you're right, Dan.

- Hughie?

- Who are you?

- Police, Hughie.

Detective Madigan.

That's Detective Bonaro.

- What do you want with me?

- We want to talk to you.

- I'm watching the show.

- We know you're watching
the show, come on.

- What is this?
I ain't done nothing!

Let me talk.

- Come on, move it.

- Sit down.

So your name is Hughie, huh?

Haven't we seen
you before, Hughie?

- No, I ain't done nothing
and I never been busted.

- Now don't get excited,
Hughie, nobody's gonna bust you.

All we want is to talk to you
about Barney Benesch,
that's all.

- Look, man, you guys
got no right to do this.

I got nothing to say, I got my
rights, I want a lawyer!

Hey, what'd you
do that for?!

- What did I do what for?

- You don't know--
- What did I do what--

- Come on, come on, Rocky,
give the kid a break.

Come on.

He wants to cooperate.

Don't you, Hughie?

- Oh, you see, Dan, I was just
trying to explain

a little law to him, that's all.

- Cigarette, Hughie?

Now, listen, Hughie.

You forget that partner of mine.

It's just you and me.

You tell us where we
can find Benesch,

you can be on your way back to
see the rest of the show

in no time at all.

- Yeah, I know nothing
about Benesch

and I ain't
no stool pigeon, man.

- I know you're no stool pigeon.

You're a pretty straight guy,
I can see that right away.

Even though you did help Barney
on a little job a while ago.

Right?

- Yeah-- I mean, no!

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

- Look, Hughie.

Either you talk to me or you
talk to Rocky Bonaro.

Which do you take?

- Wait, mister!

Uh...

- Madigan.

Just call me Dan.

- Uh, uh...

well, Dan.

Honest, I don't know much.

- You don't, huh?

- No.

- All right, Hughie, let's do it
this way.

Let me ask you one
or two things.

You give it to me straight,
all right?

- Yeah.

- Now, we know you sent Barney
a few girls down there.

Huh?

- Well, I didn't want to.

- No?

- But, you know,
this guy Benesch,

he calls me at my house.

He's always saying
why don't I fix him up

like this or like that.

He's a freak!

Always looking at me and calling
me and saying

why don't we get together
with some girls or something.

- So you did, right?

- Yeah, I sent him a few,
once in a while.

- Uh-huh.

- It's the only way to keep him
off my back.

Look, when I say I don't know
where this guy Benesch is,

this just ain't talk.

Because he moves all the time.

I never knew
a guy moves like he does.

He wants a girl or something,

he says send her here,
send her there.

And there's
an address in the room.

And the next time,
it's someplace else.

- What about some girl he might
be with now, Hughie?

- Honest, I don't know.

There's this girl
named Rosita he likes.

- We know her, who else?

- There's this other one,
a junkie.

Name of Sarah.

I don't think he
likes her so hot.

Damn junkies, they're too dead.

Anyway, that was
three months ago.

- Who else?
- Who else?

- Who else?

- There were these sisters,

these two named
Stella and Doreen.

They always hang out
at the Bongo Club.

Something new for Benesch,
you know, sisters!

And then there's this other
place called the Pale Moon.

These girls work both places.

- Where do they live?

- Honest, I don't know!

- All I know is they, uh, hang
out at these two clubs

starting like 9:00,
10:00 every evening.

- They call you once
in a while, right?

- Yeah, once in a while

to find out where
the action is, you know?

- Where do they call you?

- Home, where else?

- All right, Hughie.

Write your address
and phone number down, will you?

- Don't worry about him, Hughie.

- You been
a good boy, Hughie?

- Sure, he has, Rock.

He's gonna give us
a little hand tonight.

We're gonna pick him up in front
of his house at 10:00.

Go for a little
ride around town.

You live at this address
all the time, Hughie?

- Yeah, most of the time.

I move around
a little bit, too, you know.

- Mm-hmm.

This your place
or you live with somebody?

- It's my old lady's place.

My ma's.

- You know, Hughie,
if you had any brains,

you'd spend a little more time
with her after this.

- Yeah, I know.

- After tonight, he means.
See you later, come on.

Hope you didn't miss too much of
the movie.

- Yeah.

I've seen it before.

- That kid needs a haircut.

- Come in.

- You forgot your shield.

- Well, now, how could
I have done a thing like that?

- When I get ready to pick it
up, I'll let you know.

See you tonight
at the captain's party.

- Good evening, Mr. Madigan.

- Hiya.

- Soon as I find a sitter for
Julia, I'll buzz you.

- Hey, Dan, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

- What?

- I still think
you're nuts for going.

Now, suppose somebody sees you?

Like some of the top brass
for instance?

- They wouldn't believe it.

- Good evening, Mr. Madigan.
- Good evening.

- Nice to have you
with us tonight.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Madigan
is in suite 1004.

- Oh.
- I think you'll like it.

- Good, uh...

have you got a extra key?

- Oh, certainly, Mr. Madigan.

If there's anything we can do,
let us know.

- Thank you,
thank you very much.

- Okay.

- Dan!

- Hi, darling.

Well...

Mmm... that feels good.

I've been on a starvation diet.

- Where have you been
keeping yourself?

- Oh, you're comical.

Did you find him?

- Who?

- The man you lost.

- Unh-unh.

But I have to leave
early tonight.

There may be
a break in the case.

- Early?
Well, what about me?

- Don't worry.

The party will be
full of friendly bachelors.

One of 'em should be good for
a few extra dances

and a ride back to the hotel.

- Fine, we can shop
for him together.

- Not bad for free.
- Not bad.

- Well, I guess they want to
keep our business.

- I guess so.

What'll you have, apples, pears,
bananas, Scotch, bourbon?

Or just plain ice?

- I'll have you, with a wee bit
of Scotch, not on the rocks.

- Better be careful.

Hotel rooms do something to me.

-I know.

- Let's make it a good party,
starting now.

- Okay, I'm for that.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- What did you do today?

- Oh, nothing much.

- Wow.

- That's nice.

- Did I ever tell you
I was hooked on knees?

- Only mine, I hope.

- Only yours.

- How much time do we have?

- Not too much.

I have to clean up.

Settle you down at the party.

Get back on the job before
Russell sees me.

- Oh, damn!

Damn Russell!

I'm sick and tired of
you and Russell.

I'm fed up with
the name Russell.

Who in the name of God
is Russell?

A shanty Irish nobody from
the slums, I could scream!

- Now calm down, take it easy.

- I want to go to a party.

Who gets into the act?
Russell!

I feel like going to bed.

Who gets in with us?
Russell!

I'm sick to death of Russell!

- Now, hold it!

You've got a pretty dress to
wear, you look great,

you're gonna be
a knockout.

Honey, you know damn well

I shouldn't be
going to this thing,

but I am because I don't want to
disappoint you.

- Disappoint me for the ten
minutes you're there?

- Oh, come on,
Julia, be a sport.

I'm up to here in it!

And if Rocky and I don't get
a break tonight,

it'll be up over our heads.

- As far as I'm concerned,
it's over your head right now.

- Good evening.

Thank you.

Honey.

- A gun under every tuxedo.

- That's right.

- Well, are we just
gonna stand here

like a couple of floor lamps
or are we going in?

- Wait a second,
just a second.

- Hey, Ben.

- Dan!
- How are you?

- Good, how are you?

- Good to see you again.
- Good to see you.

You know my wife,
don't you, Ben?

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Are you having a good time?

- Oh, just great.

- Who are you with, Ben?

- Nobody, I'm batching
it tonight.

- Is that a fact?

Well, you're
in luck.

Where's your stub?

- My stub, what stub?

- You just won the door prize.
- Oh, Dan...

- I got a bad leg, Ben,
it's very bad,

and, uh, Julia's dying to dance.

- Say no more.

My pleasure, Julia.

- Good.

Have fun, honey.

- Oh...

- Good evening, Commissioner.

- Hello, Dan.

- I'm fine, thanks,
Commissioner, I'm just fine.

I just left the wife...
I just left her.

As a matter of fact,
I'm on my way uptown right now.

I didn't want her
to miss the party.

She's been
looking forward to it.

I was just gonna call
my partner.

- I see.

- I thought for a minute
I didn't have a dime.

And I was wondering

where I could get
change for a quarter.

But it turned out I had one,
I had a dime after all.

- Interesting.

Good to see you, Dan.

- Sorry, sir.

- Anything new on Benesch,
by the way?

- No, sir, not yet.

But something's bound to break
pretty soon, I'm sure of that.

I was just on my way, I was just
gonna call my partner.

- So you said.

Good night.

- Good night, sir.

- 179th and Amsterdam,
10-21 in a collision.

179 and Amsterdam.

- Something wrong?

- Man tampering with an auto,
267 West 126...

- Stop the car, Sam.

Now watch yourself, this might
be Benesch and it might not.

Hold it a minute, fella.

- Hey, Julia.

What do you say we
get out of here?

I know a noisy little place

where we can have
a quiet little drink.

- Sounds fun.

Just one more dance
and then we'll go, okay?

- Okay.

- How long has he been in there?

- A year, I think.

- What are you doing, Hughie?

- What am I doing?
Nothing.

Doreen and Stella been around?

- Maybe they're at the Bongo.

- Nah, been there.

- Hey, Hughie?

We're going on
to a couple of places.

What do you say?

- Nah, I'm going home.

- You find him, Hughie?

- No.

But I think I got something.

Ross, he's the bartender
at the Pale Moon.

He ain't seen Stella and Doreen
since Friday night.

But he heard they're gonna meet

Barney Benesch
for a little party.

- He say where?

- No, that's all he heard.

He asked around,
nobody's seen him.

- You leave word?

- Sure, just like you told me.

If they show, they got the word
to give me a ring.

- All right, kid.

Don't get too much sleep.

You got a lot of nosing
around to do,

till we turn up those sisters.

You understand me,
don't you, Hughie?

- Yeah.

Gee, but I ain't no cop!

- Now don't get smart.

Right now, you're a cop
whether you like it or not.

- Now stay down.

We'll drive you to your house.

- Why haven't you taken him in?

- Bullet grazed his windpipe.

I had to make sure he could
breathe before we moved him.

I'm Commissioner Russell, son.

You and your partner
performed bravely.

- Commissioner...

How's Phil?

- You don't have to
worry about him.

- Lift him in.

- Commissioner, Chief?

Detective's special.

Looks like Benesch dropped it.

- Recognize this, Dan?

- Yes, sir, it's mine.

- Easy now.

How about a kiss?

- Mm.
- Mmm... one more time.

Easy now, that's a kid.

Now.

- Ooh.

Ooh.

- Mm.

- Ooh!

- Ah.

Mm.

- Oh, yes, oh, yes.

- Oh, baby, baby.

- Hold me, hold me, hold me.

- Come on, let's go, huh?

Let's go, baby.

Come on, my place is just
a few blocks from here.

We'll be there
in a jiffy, come on.

Come on now, let me go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Let go.

- Ohh... no, no!

- What do you mean, no?

You want to as much as I do.

- No, I can't!

- Sure, you can.
- I can't!

I thought I could.

I was mad at him,
but I can't, I can't!

- Sure you can, honey,
sure you can.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Please take me back to
the hotel.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Please.

- Okay, Julia.

Okay.

Come on, let's get in the car.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

Let's get in the car, come on.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, Dan, you want
cheese or jelly?

- I don't care,
anything you got.

- Oh, Dan, there's a phone call,
a guy named Hughie.

- Hughie? Dan Madison.
- Stella's with me now.

They were with Benesch, all
right.

He sent her down for a bottle
of vodka,

but she didn't know
where to get liquor

on Sunday,
so she called me.

She's scared,
Benesch has still got Doreen,
and Stella's afraid.

- Now take it easy, Hughie.

Take your time.

Where are you?

- 100 Street and 2nd Avenue,
near the corner.

Two blocks from where
Benesch is holed up.

- Where's that?

- East River Hotel,
102nd Street.

His apartment's
on the top floor,

in the back facing the alley.

Stella says he's got five, six
guns and lots of ammunition.

- All right, Hughie.

Now don't
stay there.

You go over to the Washington
houses right across from you.

I'll meet you at the south end.

And hang on to the girl,
right, Hughie?

- Yeah, man, yeah.

- Hey, Dan, your wife called.

I told her you were
on the phone.

- Thanks.

- She just wanted you to know
that she got home okay

and that she loves you.

- Jim, we got Benesch located.

- Where is he?

- East River Hotel,
top floor, rear.

I think we ought to pass
the word downtown.

Looks like he
wants to go all the way.

This is exactly the way
the apartment is?

- Yeah, that's it.

But what about my sister?

Benesch said he'd kill her if
I don't come back!

- We'll take care of it.

She won't get hurt.

Here, take Stella to the movies
till this is all over.

Get going.

And thanks.

- Lieutenant Price,
Commissioner, 23rd Squad.

- Where is he?

- Here, I'll show you.

The top floor,
last window on the right.

- Did you cover the front?

- Yes, sir.

- Did you evacuate
the top floor?

- No, sir.

- Well, do it now.

- All right, men, go ahead.

- I understand there's
a girl up there with him?

- That's what they tell me.

It's gonna make things
a little tougher.

- No tear gas or smoke if we can
avoid it.

- Here's the layout.

- Good.

Now which one of you men
is going in first?

- I am.
- He covers, I go in first.

- Now wait a minute.
- I'm the senior badge.

- By only two days.

- Dan, you go in first,
Rocky, you cover him.

You go with him, but don't use
that shotgun unless you have to.

- I know you have a personal
score to settle,

but don't let it
make you reckless.

Good detectives are
hard to find.

Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

- God be with you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oh, the hell with these vests,
let's go!

- Never mind the dog,
get out of here.

- This is the last of them.

We've evacuated the whole floor.

Come on, Pop.

- Barney, you haven't
got a chance.

Get some sense in your head
and come out of there.

- I still got one of your guns,
Danny boy!

How about it, you want it with
a detective's special?

- It's all over, Benesch.

Come out or we're coming in to
get you!

- Well, what are you waiting
for, Bonaro?

You and Madigan
lost your nerve?!

- Just the lock.

There's a girl in there.

- Dan, you should be covering
me, let me go in first.

- Knock it off.

Keep him talking.

- Right.

Barney?

Barney, send the girl out,
she can't help you.

- How do you know?

I might get bored!

- Oh, come on, Barney.

She has nothing
to do with this.

Let's talk.

- I'm all through talking with
you bums!

Send me somebody important!

The mayor here yet?!

- No, I'm sorry, Barney,
he couldn't make it.

He's busy with the budget.

- You're a funny man, Bonaro!

You want her alive?

Come and get her before I put
a bullet in her dumb head!

- I killed him,
didn't I, Rocky?

- Dan? Dan!

Dan.

- I'm hurt bad, Rock.

- Sergeant, get these people out
of here.

Clear the way, clear the way.

Get back, you, out!

- You're gonna be
all right, Dan.

- Thanks...
thanks, Commissioner.
- Save your strength.

You'll be at the hospital
in two minutes.

- I'd like to go with him,
Commissioner.

- Go ahead.

- Price, get Mrs. Madigan
and a priest.

- Rocky...

- Yeah, Dan?

- Did we get him?

- Yeah, we got him, Dan.

You're gonna be
all right.

- Where's Julia?

Julia?

- Hey, she's on her way, Dan.

She'll probably be at
the hospital when we get there.

- Too... late.

- All right boys, come on,
clear them away, huh?

Let's go, fellas, let's go!

- I'm so very sorry,
Mrs. Madigan.

- I don't see why, Commissioner.

Just another lousy cop.

Are you sorry you killed him?

- Mrs. Madigan, please.

- Come on, Julia,
I'll take you home.

- What the hell do you care
about Dan Madigan?

What do you know
about him anyway?

Except he was
one of your lousy cops!

- Well, I am very sorry,
Mrs. Mad--

- I don't want your sympathy,
Commissioner!

- Julia, Julia...

- You're a self-centered
murderer,

and I don't want
anything from you.

Except I want Danny.

I want my Danny back.

- Your car is, uh,
this way, Commissioner.

- There's never any right thing
to say, is there, Charlie?

- No, never.

- Oh, Charlie, about that
other thing.

We'll face
Earl Griffin together.

I think it'll work out.

- Anyway, I threw a raid into
Muller's place last night, Tony.

We'll see what happens.

- Good.

See you downtown in the morning.

- Yeah.

Oh, Tony.

What are we gonna do
about Dr. Taylor?

- I don't know, Charlie.
That's Monday.

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