All language subtitles for Case Against Brooklyn, the - Eng

I know.

5800, Gus.

I've been on the hook before.

Out of my hands now.
You gotta pay up today.

Now, Mr Finelli, tell me how?

You got your headaches, I got mine.

You know about my heart condition.

Where can I dig up that kind of dough?

You own a garage, a couple of produce
trucks, you got a good business.

I owe four months rent.

I owe back wages. I'm in hock.

Your wife drives a nice car.

I can't, that's hers.

What's the matter? Are you afraid
she won't put out any more?

The bank owns the car.

You spend a lot on that chick, Gus.

Maybe you can't afford it now.

What do you want?
I should cash in my wife with you?

With my heart?

Now, look...

You clean up these IOUs today,
otherwise...

I got to send around to collect.

Mr Finelli, please, one more week.

What'll it be then?

Still hustling laundry, hey, Rudi.

Ah, this kind of wash
I don't mind hustling.

No ambition. That's what happens
when you grow up in the slums.

If only I had
the advantages other kids had.

Might have been something big.
School teacher even.

See you at night school.
-Yeah.

This waste... Think
it's getting heavier.

So is the pay off.

Hey, tell me...
does the ratio of the net profits

to the gross keeping pace with
the standing overhead percentage-wise?

I'll explain it to you some day.

Don't bother,
I don't even understand the question.

Grease for the wheels of justice.

Grease... And I thought it was shirts.

You like nice and clean now, sergeant.

You want to try one of these
steam baths sometime Rudi.

Takes out all the poison.

You've been on the take six years now.

You ought to be able to
afford your own bath tub.

I don't get it all, Rudi,
just a little slice off the bottom.

You'll make Captain some day, Sergeant.

And you can split the
payola your own way.

One more week!
I asked for just another week.

You shouldn't welsh.

You can't beat it outta me.
It won't do no good.

Gus?
-OK, that's enough, beat it.

Gus?

Not a word out of you...

Gus, come on, we'll
be late for the show.

Gus! What happened?

I saw someone run out.

Gus, are you all right? What happened
to you? Who did it? What did they want?

It's nothing...

I'm all right.
-You're all right.

Go on home.

I can take care of myself.
-Yes, you look like it.

I'm gonna call a doctor.
-Home I said!

I'm sorry, Lil...
I'm sorry.

Gus!

Please let me in.

Please let me in.

Gus, let me help.

He'll be OK. Why don't you go on home.

Remember sucker... 5800 bucks.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Come in.

Sit down, Rogers, I want you to see this.

This is the big,
big headline in Brooklyn today.

And here with us, is Ed Read.

One of the enterprising reporters
who fearlessly broke this story.

Ed, suppose you tell us
about it in your own words.

Well, George, I've been working
on this story for six weeks now.

And I know that between 20 and 30
horse rooms operate in Brooklyn.

I've been in half a
dozen of them myself.

Now, horse room is where you
place bets on the races.

Now do you consider such
betting evil or immoral?

Not the betting, George, but...

the fact that a huge syndicate is
operating with police protection.

How do you know there's police protection?

The whole operation is too big,
too open, too brazen.

If I could find out about
it so can the police.

And this is the crux of the matter.

Somewhere in this town is
a man more powerful than

the mayor, the district attorney,
the chief of police.

Is more powerful because
he has the police in his pay.

The police will give
protection to the gamblers.

They'll sell it to
the thieves and murderers too.

I have reason to believe
they already have.

That's a very serious charge.
Any facts to back it up?

Some citizens have been
beaten up by these bookies.

But they're afraid to
complain to the police.

Who are all too frequently
in the pay of the syndicate.

When the law is suspended for a price...

And truth and justice can be
peddled on the marketplace...

Then every citizen's in danger.

The law belongs to the highest bidder.

Well, Rogers, you're Deputy
Commissioner of Police Personnel...

Do you recommend we
sue them for slander?

Ah, look Morris, I've over
seven thousand men under me...

You've got to expect
a few rotten apples.

More than a few!

I'm talking about a pay off
that runs in to millions of dollars.

And that has to include
Lieutenants and Captains.

As far as I know a few Inspectors.

Our Police Commissioner agrees.

I've a plan here for
a wholesale shift in personnel

involving every precinct in the borough.

No one ever got rid of rotten apples by
just shifting the morale of the barrel.

The men on the tape we'll just start
operating in the new precinct.

We know they always do.

Sign of a weakness, the syndicate
will be right back in business again.

From past experience
we know that what we need is

some honest cops to
catch a few crooked ones.

A group we can be dead certain
has not been corrupted.

I think I know where to find them.

Who's gonna deliver 'em? The stork?

You maybe closer to
the truth than you think.

The Police Academy's graduating
forty rookies day after tomorrow.

Forty bright, ambitious young men
who don't think honesty is a dirty word.

I want them assigned to me,
personally, and secretly.

In order to maintain secrecy

I established temporary quarters
in a downtown office building.

And proceeded to assign the rookies
to various areas and different jobs.

Sit down, Harris.

Thank you, sir.

Sterheller tells me you did some
intelligence work with the Marines.

Yes, sir, in Japan.

I think you're the man
for this assignment.

This is the 65th precinct.
It's running wide open.

Close down a horse room one day and the
next day it's operating a block away.

Sometimes I think the bookies
run faster than the horses.

We want you to go in there and find
out everything you can about the operation.

Just go in cold, sir.

Everything we know is in this file...
study it.

This is a picture of Lil Polombo.

We've a hunch she's a good lead.

Her husband was in deep with the bookies.

He turned up dead a few days ago.

An accident, maybe.

We questioned her but all
we got back were echoes.

She's too scared to talk.

Establish yourself in the neighbourhood.

This is a complete file on the widow.

We want you to get acquainted with her.
Get her to talk.

We don't expect one man to
come up with all the answers.

But in the end we want to know
who's collecting the money.

Who's delivering it...
and who's getting paid off.

And finally, who's running
the whole syndicate for Brooklyn.

Oh yes, I understand sir.

You need someone to work with you.

Anyone you'd prefer?

Yes, Johnson?

Johnson?

All right, he's yours.
-Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Sure, you're a fine looking policeman.

Yeah...

What's the matter, Pete?

Oh honey, I guess it's just...
it's getting back in to uniform again.

Sergeant Peter Harris, US Marine Corps.

Now, Private Pete Harris,
New York Police Department.

Onwards and upwards.

We're starting all over again, isn't it?

Yeah, except I'm ten years older.

Ten years handsomer.

I like older men.

Things gonna work out, Pete...

I know it.

It must be Jess...
You got enough for dinner?

Ever since you do homework together,
I shop for three.

All right.

Hi.
-Hi, mother.

Posies! I picked them in Prestbury Park.

That's against the law!

You're speaking to an officer,
ma'am, I am the law.

Oh, they're lovely.
-Thank you.

Put them in water.
-Ah, honey?

While you're at it would you put
a little scotch in one please.

Hey, officer! You're not in uniform.

Hey, pappy.

Well, aren't we snazzy, huh?

What a bomb - a real bomb.
-All right, all right, all right.

Don't overdo it, huh!
-Very cute!

Now you can put it back in mothballs.

Why?
-Why?

Uniform's the pounding of beat, honey.
We're plain clothes.

Hey, Jess...
-Like 'Badge 540' here.

Hey, Pete. I want you to watch this guy.
Watch him closely.

See how he does it.
You may learn something.

What's he talking about?

Oh, it's nothing, honey. It's
our first assignment, it's plain clothes.

Didn't you tell her how we're gonna
lower the boom on the bookie circuit?

Jess, will you shut up, this is
supposed to be a secret investigation.

We can tell her.

Pete rented an apartment on 29th Avenue,
near the Polombo garage.

A few of the younger men
who could pass for students

were ordered to enrol
at different colleges.

Known hotbeds for gambling.

Others got jobs as truck drivers,
telephone line men and waiters.

Some of the rookies were given
a course in wire tapping procedure.

Hi, pappy.
-Hi.

Hey, this ain't a bad looking joint.

We could throw a little
party in this place.

All in a night's work,
you understand what I mean?

Yep, well I just may do that, but, er...

You're not invited.
-Somebody...

Widow, huh?

She's not a bad looking dame.
-I don't care what she looks like.

She's gonna appeal to me.

You're really going on the make, huh?

You know a better way
to get a dame to talk?

No.

Seriously, Pete...
You wouldn't go that far, would you?

Seriously?

Yeah, I'd go that far.

'Badge 540'... New York's finest.

You heard what the man
said about opportunity.

Well, I wanna be at
the head of that line.

Look, you look that file over and in about
ten minutes you go down the corner bar.

I'll see you there.

If I get a lead on anything

follow me out of there and look
the place over from the outside.

Yeah, I'm off to the garage
and a start of a beautiful friendship.

Remember, when you see me...
you don't know me.

Harris' story was that he had just returned
to Brooklyn after living in California.

He knew Lil Polombo was now
running her late husband's garage.

May I arrange a park here by the month?

25 dollars.

One wash job a week,
no pick ups, no deliveries.

Fine.

I just moved in to the neighbourhood.
Is there a shoe repair around here?

Right down the block there's
a shoe repair, a delicatessen,

bar, candy store and a fortune teller.

Thanks, if I need anything else,
I'll ask the fortune teller.

That'll be 25 dollars in advance.

Fine.

Tel... there's horse named Uncle Barney
looks good in the fourth at Hollywood Park.

You know where I can lay a bet.

Why gamble? Save your money
for the better things in life.

Like whisky.

Ah, er...
those odds at 20-1 looks good to me.

Do you know where I can lay a bet?

Tell you what...
-Yeah?

That Hecht's stand down the street...
-Yeah?

Get a cabby,
it'll take you out to La Guardia.

Hop on a plane and you'll be in
California in time for the race.

Oh, Mervin, if I were single,
I'd marry you.

You doll!

Hi ya, folks!

What do you have?
-Beer.

Two beers, draught.
-Two beers, draught. Coming up.

I heard about your husband.
It's too bad.

It must have happened right
after he took that shellacking.

Make a donation in his name.

I'm just trying to put you wise.

Too what?

Well, when you've been around as long
as I have you know a couple of things.

Er...Gus had insurance, didn't he?
-So?

So play it smart.

In suicide they don't
pay double indemnity.

Who said anything about
double indemnity or suicide.

Everybody carries double indemnity.

Now look...

If those insurance dicks find out
about that strong-arm treatment.

They're gonna snoop around for five years
to prove that Gus was in trouble and...

then he drove himself off the road.

Hey, all of a sudden you're
so interested in my welfare.

I know it's none of my business but...

I know you're alone now
and I'm kind of alone, I...

So we orphans have to kind
of take care of each other, huh?

Ah, the gentleman from California.
-Hi, can I buy you a drink?

I already had one,
but you can give me your car keys.

You took them with you and your car's
blocking traffic in my garage.

Oh, I'm sorry.
-Thanks.

Why don't you sit down?
-All right.

I thought everybody was
moving the other way.

How come you come from the coast here.

Business.
-Oh, yes, a special kind?

Rudi's a business expert.
He drives a laundry truck.

Your business, my business, his business.

I don't mind... I had a piece of luck,

an aunt left me a couple of houses
the other side of Mannick Avenue.

I grew up around there.

Around here?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I've been looking at
you over my shoulder up here.

Aren't you Lil Alexander?
-I was.

PS47, sixth grade,
Miss Lederman's class, right?

No... What!

I don't believe it.

Oh, I don't remember you.
-Well, I sure remember you.

We were both twelve years old.
I was looking at you, but... er...

you were looking at those
big guys of fourteen.

Oh, that's me all right,
always looking at 'em.

Trouble with me,
I never got past the fifth grade.

Oh well, um... I've got some business.
I'll see you around.

And, er... remember... just say the word.

Sure Rudi, thanks.

Well, I guess I'd better get back too.
So the grease monkeys can get a break.

Hey, er...
wait a minute, you might need keys.

Oh, I must have forgot them.

I don't even know your name,
is it still the same?

Mrs Polombo.

Well I... it was... I guess it still is.

My husband's dead.
-Oh.

Just Lil.

Get another beer, huh?

So you went to PS47, huh?
-That's right.

It isn't too late to make that bet.
-Yeah?

Back of the barber shop,
round the corner here.

Tell them, 'Mervin.
the cheerful loser sent you'.

And while you're there,
give my love to my response.

Here, with you I feel lucky.

One on the house.
-Ah... thanks.

And the winner, Uncle Barney.

In the spread sheets...

... Coffee Clutch, Big Emma,
Coral D and King Jonas.

They're coming down to
the line of finishes.

Coffee Clutch by a length and a half,
Big Emma, Coral D and King Jonas.

I ain't seen you around.

I just moved in to the neighbourhood.

First National? I got a cheque
for ten dollars on Pete Harris.

Is it good?

For ten bucks you got to
check with Dun & Bradstreet?

You'll be surprised at things
horse players will try.

Now the changes for the third race.

Scratch, Molly Q. Jockey substitution.
Mr McCoy will be ridden by...

Come on, I want to get in on this race,
quarantine my watch.

Take his bet.

If you don't mind,
I'll hold on to the bank.

They shouldn't be
disappointed I didn't wait.

Mr McCoy moving up, Uncle Barney
in fourth, Pam on the outside.

They're coming out of
the line of finish and it's...

Uncle Barney by a nose, Marley Q by
a length and a half, Mr McCoy by a length

followed by...
-Uncle Barney on the nose.

Cheque's good, pay the man.

I think we ought to cover ourselves
and spread some of it around a bit.

Good idea, Finelli, will do.

Hey!

What are you doing?
-Oh. I'm sorry, officer,

I got jerked, I locked myself out.

Do you live around here?
-Yeah, that's right.

A couple of blocks over,
251 Anthony Place.

Let's see your registration.
-Sure.

What was the date today?

Well we've cleared thirty G's.

Good... good, Finelli.

OK?
-You'd better get yourself a new place.

Those out of towners are
only good for thirty days.

Thanks.

Good night, officer.

Hey, you!

The horse rooms were located.

Motion pictures, photographs,
tape recordings were made.

A mountain of evidence was collected.

But none of this led beyond the small fry.

The petty hirelings of the syndicate.

The problem remained:

How to find the higher ups and the police
who were selling protection?

Good, good, Finelli.

If that reporter thought he was
hurting us with that TV broadcast,

he ought to come to us to the bank.

Rogers, I think now is the time to order
the complete shift of police personnel.

A real shake up.

The word'll be passed around, new
contacts made and protection arranged for.

This business is too lucrative
to stop even for one day.

Oh, I agree. A lot of the reorganisation
will be done on the phone, fast.

Now we're in a position to pick it up.

I see the heat's on, even in here.

At least this heat can't
send a man to Flatbush.

Oh, Rudi, it's er... Sergeant Bonney,
he's your new contact.

You're gonna like our laundry service,
Sergeant.

You better take a good gander,
so you don't make any mistakes.

I'll recognise you.

You got that cop look.

What's that?

Like you never missed a meal in your life.

Finelli said there was this
guy hanging around the alley.

When he spotted Finelli, he took off fast.

Was he wearing sneakers?

Sneakers or floor shines, who cares?

If he was wearing sneakers,

probably he's a second storey man
casing the joint for a heist.

Sure, what else?

Any cheap crook thinks one
of you knocks off a bookie

will be scared to go to the cops.

I'll keep an eye open.

Any guy gets ideas will be
telling it to the coroner.

That's right, Sergeant, do your duty.

I'm worried.

I've been worried ever since Fat
Boy spotted me in that alley.

You think Finelli caught on?

I don't know... Could be.

Look, Pete, let's stay clear for a while.

Nope.

We do that, we'll never get anything done.
We've gotta make that pass tonight.

Pete, why take a chance?
Why blow the whole thing?

If you feel that way about it,

I'll pick up the tape myself.
You can sit this one out.

Come on, you know I wouldn't
feel right about that.

I can't force you, Jess.

OK... OK, you win...
What time? Where do we meet?

Make it 2 am, huh.

I've got a date with Lil tonight.

She told me,
Gus was in hock to the bookies.

Now I want to get the blow by blow
and the why and the how he died.

What happens if they strike out?
-Well...

Weekend in Atlantic City, huh?

There you can really find
out everything she knows.

Two chicken salads,
two coffees and, er...

And two aspirin.

It's just nerves.

Doctor said I shouldda had kids, but I
kept putting it off, I don't know why.

Now, I'll tell you about my operation.

It's your turn, you talk.

What do you want to know?

I don't think you're really
the kind of guy you pretend to be.

You know, the easy come, easy go,
around the world in a balloon type, I...

I don't think that's your type at all.
-No. Please what is my type?

I think you're a serious Joe.

See something. See something
you want and you go after it.

Is that bad?
-I like the serious type.

The...'do it for kicks' guys...
They disown me.

Hey, can I join the party?

Well, Mr. Harris invited me out, Rudi.
Did you invite Rudi too.

No.

He says you're not invited.
-Want to be alone, huh?

OK.

Pretty sensitive type, huh?

One day,
he's ready to move in and play house.

Did you know him from before?
-I met him the night Gus was beat up.

Oh, yeah. Why was your husband beat up?

Bookies, I guess. He owed them a mint.

Did Gus kill himself?

You don't by any chance have
a connection to an insurance company?

Oh, forget it. And tell me about yourself.

Oh, come on, we better eat
before we catch that show, huh?

Thanks, Pete,
I enjoyed the show very much.

How about making me a cup of coffee?

I don't think I'd better...

Besides, I don't have any coffee.

How about tea?

Hot wire,

That's what I'm afraid of getting in to.

There's an actor
that parks his car in the garage

who gave me two tickets for
a play next Wednesday night.

All right.
I'll pick you up about seven o'clock?

No, we'll pick it up from here.

Promise?

And I'll circle the block once,
so that'll be plenty of time.

Look Pete...
-Do you want to drive? I'll do it myself.

Take care of yourself.

Police.

Look, wait a minute.

It's a cop.

Jess... Jess!

And you just happened to be in the alley?

I got... I got a tip somebody was...
trying to break in to the Barbers shop.

Who tipped you?
-An informer.

It must have been Finelli.
-I've never heard of Finelli.

And I tell ya I didn't know
Jess Johnson was a cop.

Mr Norris, you better take me to a doctor.

Come on and fight!
-Oi! Cut it, will you!

Come on yer...!

Did you like his wife better?

He won't be an officer for very long and
neither will you if you try that again.

Right.

I want you hear what's
on this tape recorder.

Play it so he can hear.

Listen, Bonney.

If that D.A. thinks shuffling around a bunch
of flatfeet would drive us out of business,

he better get himself a new crystal ball.

Just because the D.A.'s driving a three
year old car is no reason why we should.

What's the orders?

Business as usual... deliver
the bundle on the first same as always.

New man's name is Bonney, got it?

Bonney... OK, I'll see he's taken care of.

Do you want to hear it again, Bonney?

So you didn't know he was a cop?

Did you know what was on that tape?

How could I know?

Who else was in on the tick?
And who's the boss?

You want to know how it's gonna sound
in court when I try you for murder?

You want to know what
the jury's gonna hear?

You think you'll convince them
you were just doing a job?

Shooting a prowler!

We book him for conspiracy
and first degree murder.

Stay here while I call
the Police Commissioner.

Sit down.

I want some... some water.

I'll get it for you.

I was just getting him
a drink of water and he...

You better get down there.
You stay here.

What are you doing?

I gotta spend more time
nearer the apartment.

Now.
-Now.

Polombo woman gave me an important lead.

She told me her husband was beat up by
the bookies just before he was killed.

I got a plan.

I want to find out who's behind all that.

You might wind up killed too, like Jess.

Jess's death was an accident.

Couldn't be helped.

Pete, do you have to go through with this?
-Get out, I gotta go through with it, OK?

No, honey, no,
I could tell them that I'm quitting...

because my little wife is afraid.

I am afraid.

Not just because of the danger.

Well then, what is it?

It's what's happening to you.

Nothing else matters any more.

Is the job so important?
-Yeah, it's important to me.

Look, Janey...

I gotta make it.
Don't you understand that?

I'll pass Finelli a big cheque
and then close up my account at the bank.

He'll send his collector's around
and I'll squat with the cops.

See, that way, we'll get
a line on the muscle men

and maybe on the police
at the same time, right?

If you live to tell us about it.
-I can take care of myself.

I'll be waiting for him.
-Norris won't go for it, Harris.

Yeah...?

OK, it was just an idea.

What's my next move?
-We raided the room behind the barber shop.

It was empty.
They were tipped off.

You find the new horse room,
keep on betting.

I'm assigning another man to work
with you and tap the new lines.

Harris found out from
the corner shoe shine boy...

That Finelli had moved his
horse room behind Tony's bar.

There he deliberately
passed a bad cheque...

... worth $300.

Yeah...

Oh, Lil, hello.

I was calling about tonight.

I hadn't seen you around so long,
I thought maybe you'd forgotten.

The show? No, no, no I didn't forget,
it's just that... well, I've been busy.

You know, er... problems, problems.

Oh, well, maybe I can help you with them.

Now, listen, you take
that understanding note out of your voice

or I'll be crying on your shoulder.

Well, maybe I'd like that.

Never tried the Girl Scout bit.

I'll pick you up about seven o' clock?

Seven will be fine.

Now, where are my merit badges?

Bye.

And you're making a big mistake, buddy.

Get over there.

Up against the counter.
Come on, move!

You're trying to kill...
-Come on, pull your feet out.

Closing up that bank account.
Didn't you think we'd notice?

Who sent you here? Finelli
or the guy that gives him his orders?

What's the difference?

Police Department, 65th Precinct.

Get smart, buddy. Take a black eye
now instead of a black box later.

Hello, my name's Harris. Now, get this.

Apartment 3C, 251 Anthony Place.

I got a couple of goons here sent
up by the bookies to work me over.

Look, they're gonna be two dead muscle
men if you don't get over here fast.

Officer, what's your name?

Who am I speaking too?

Rudi, help me get out of here!

Rudi, let me in!
Let me in!

You boys looking for guy called Harris?

Says bookies are giving him some trouble.

He was plain drunk.

Operator.
-Operator...

Would you please try Evergreen 40598?

Yes, I've been trying him for about
a half hour and the line seems to be busy.

Would you check it for me?

I'm sorry, that line is out of order.
I'll report it for you.

Thank you.

Pete?

Pete, I've been trying
to reach you for an hour.

You said you'd be home for dinner.
We have a date tonight with Neils.

Hello?

Who do you want?

Pete Harris... Is this Evergreen 40598?

Is this Evergreen 40598?

You have the wrong number.

You don't tell me you're his sister.

I... I happen to have a date with him.

Well, he's in the pokey, deary.

What happened?

He was exchanging compound
fractures with a couple of gorillas.

I've had fights in my apartment
before but never one like this.

Not even among the married people.

You see him in jail
tell him to stay there.

I ain't running no Madison Square Garden.

He wants to see you.
Says his name's Harris.

Yeah, I remember.

Right send him in, I'll handle it.

Take him in.
-Yeah, all right. Don't get pushy.

Look, Captain...

I don't like to be pushed around, see.

All right, all right.
What's this all about?

I owe the bookies a wad.

They sent a couple of
strong-arms over to collect.

I call the cops. Who gets pinched? Me!

Look, I wanna get one thing straight,
Captain.

Who gets protection around here?
Me or the bookies?

Did you actually see anything
to back up this story.

No, sir, just plain drunk.

Yeah, I can smell it from here.

Look, I'm not drunk.

Let him sleep it off.
See how he feels about it in the morning.

Look, Captain, there's a horse room on
B Street, the boss's name's Finelli!

Look, I'm not drunk!
I'm not drunk!

I'm not drunk!

Er... yes?

Does... Pete Harris live here?

My husband isn't home now.

Well... My name is Polombo.

Pete parks his car in my...
in my husband's garage.

There's... there's been a fight and...
-What happened?

Well, the cops took Pete in
and we think you'd better call a lawyer.

I... Oh, sure. I'll call right away.

Well...
Bye.

Goodbye,
and thank your husband for me too.

Sure... sure.

District Attorney Norris please,
this is Mrs Pete Harris.

No, it's personal.

Ask him to call me.

It's urgent.

Cos it's all a bunch lies,
that's the difference.

Bunch of lies.

Well, there's one thing
that's no lie, Lil...

I got plenty of loot.

What about your wife and kids?

They got to come along too.

I got no wife and kids.

How's a girl to know.

What's with this wife and kids routine?

You know that Pete Harris, huh?

Yeah.

You think he's single, huh?
-I don't know.

Yeah, you think he lives around here, huh?

Well, he doesn't live around here.

He lives at 733 Standford in
a hold barred apartment.

I was over there the other night and he's
married and he's got a pretty wife.

And the whole time he's
around here giving me a run.

Well, I'm gutted, what's his racket?

I don't know, beats me.

Maybe he's queer for
widows who run garages.

Oh, I've had it.

I'm goin' home give me my shoe.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute,
you can't walk, I'll drive you.

Oh, no you don't.

Thanks just the same but,
I know that old bit. You drive me home

the next thing I know you want to
come upstairs for a cup of coffee,

and the next thing I know I'll be
frying your eggs in the morning

and washing your shirt.
No thanks, Rudi, good night.

It's our old foe, Pete Harris.
We goofed, Captain, he's a copper.

OK, now try the phone.

Hello.
-Henry's Delicatessen?

You have the wrong number.
-Sorry.

Everything OK?
-Yeah.

Finelli? Tell the cops we're all set.
I can spring Harris now.

Hey! Taxi!

Oh, Pete, oh...
Your face!

What did they do...?

Oh, forget it,
you should see the other guy.

Get him.

What happened?
-The D.A. wanted proof. Well, I've got it.

I'll get a compress.

District Attorney's office.

Hello, this is Pete Harris,
can I reach Mr Norris?

Hello Harris, this is Heller.

Where are you?
-I'm home.

I just sent a lawyer down to get you out.

Get me out? How did you know I was there?

I told them. Lil Polombo was here.
-Lil Polombo?

You're gonna have a lot of
explaining to do, Harris.

Listen, listen, it worked out fine.
I got plenty on the boys on 65th.

I'll try to reach Norris
and call you back.

Yeah, OK.

Now, you don't suppose he wants
tell the D.A. on us, do you?

How did Lil Polombo get here, huh?

I don't know... She was worried about you.

Really worried.

I had a date with Lil for the night.

Just how far were you
prepared to go with her.

Oh, honey, now wait a...

Well, that's probably Norris. I'll get it.

Yeah, hello.

This line is temporarily out of order.
Please excuse the ring.

This is a recording.

Of all times for
the phone to go out of order.

Operator.

Operator,
there's something wrong with my line.

Call the Service Department please... 811.

Service Department.

Operator,
there's something wrong with this line.

Sorry, the day crew handles that.

Well, if there's an emergency,
I'm a police officer.

Police officer?

Well, we'll see what we can do about that.

What's the address?

733 Standford.

What did they say?

They said they'd get a man up here.

Easy with this.

You drop that and you're going up
to the apartment without the owner.

What if it rings while I'm up there?

Don't worry, it won't.

We'll cut off the calls from here.

OK... here goes.

Get out fast.

You're sore about that Polombo dame,
aren't you.

Not the way you mean.

Suppose you think I gave her a raw deal,
is that it?

You should've seen Mrs Polombo when
she found out you were married.

She tried to cover for you.

And then to make with
the hearts and the flowers.

Takes two to make with hearts and flowers.

Honey...
-You don't want to understand

that you used her, you hurt her.
-Will you forget about the Polombo dame?

She doesn't mean anything to me,
and she doesn't mean anything to you.

That's not what she thinks.

That's right, sister, never trust a cop.

Janey, look, will you...

Yeah, come on in.

There it is, right there.

It's money.

It's too bad,
the show was just getting interesting.

23 talking, try... 3904.

I thought the trouble was on the line?

No, it's a short in the selector circuit.
-Oh, yeah.

Well, go on, say it.

What's the use?

It's taking him a long time.

It always seems long.

Mr Harris.

Yeah.

Everything OK?
-Yes, sir.

Thanks a lot.
-OK.

OK.
-Play it for money.

Janey...
-Pete, I'm tired.

OK... So I hurt her feelings, I'm sorry.

She'll get over it.

The work I'm doing is much more important.

The work you're doing is making
a big man of Pete Harris.

You don't care about
the bookies or anything else.

That's not true.

Jess died because you were
bucking for promotion.

And you pushed him.

Jess...

I didn't push him any
harder than I push myself.

It must be a great comfort to him now.

What are... What are you trying to say?

There's a big empty place
inside of you, Peter

It separates you from other people.

Jess cared for you.

I love you,
maybe that other woman loves you too.

But we can't reach Pete Harris.

We feel alone all the time.

When a person feels alone
they can be indifferent.

Cruel.

Well, if that's what you really think maybe
I ought to be married to someone else.

I thought if I loved you enough maybe
you'd learn that other people count.

Janey... You know how I feel about you,
don't you?

All right, maybe other people
don't count but you do. You do!

Pete, that's no answer.

It's all set.

The phone.

Hello.
-Hello.

Call me back at Gantley 51099

Tell him, I got to see him right away.

That ain't gonna be so easy.

Look, Norris is breathing down my neck.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Look, Finelli, tell him
they already suspended three of my men.

OK... I'll be in touch.

Tell Heller that Thompson and Higgins
just followed Wills in to the subway.

What about Wills?

I've got a team tailing him.

And no Polombo.

How did she find out where I lived?

No, Polombo's clean, her story checks.

Sure she is.

Who'd she talk to after she left my place.

She couldn't remember.

I'll make her remember.

Harris! We're gonna do things my way.

What you learned yesterday could prove
that Wills is working for the syndicate.

It's an important lead.

We still don't have the kind of
evidence we need to close in on them.

As long as you're on the force, Harris,
you will take your orders from me.

All right.

Maybe I'd better to
quit before I'm canned.

Yes... Pete!

What do you want?

Listen you, what happened, happened!
And I'm sick to death about it.

Mr Norris said that everything...
-Last night...

After you left my apartment
who did you talk to?

I told Mr Norris, I don't remember.

Try a little harder!
-I can't!

Now, where did you go?
-I...

I went to the bar down the street.
-Who with?

Nobody.
-Who else was there at the time?

Try to remember!
-I can't.

Where did you go afterwards?

I came home, I guess.
-Alone?

Yes.

How did you get here?
Did you drive?

Try to remember!
-I walked!

Walked!

Yes... Now I remember.

I walked.

I walked home in my stockinged feet.

In-in my stockinged feet. I broke the heel
of my shoe and Rudi tried to help.

Rudi!
-I'll get my shoe. My shoe.

Rudi, who was there the night
I was arrested on that phoney charge.

Rudi, Rudi! Of course!
I must have been blind.

Do you know where to
get in touch with him?

Elite bar... The number's in that book.

He's not there. You need your name.

Can't you leave me out of it?
-Leave you out of it!

If you hadn't opened your mouth,
my wife would still be alive.

Now get over here and talk.

Hello.

Is Rudi there?

He's across the street.

I can't hear.

Just a minute.

Well, go on.

Would you say that again?
-He's across the street.

Would you tell him Lil Polombo called

and wants him to come over
as soon as he comes in.

Thanks.

You're gonna do it.

I'm gonna talk to him.

And if he's the one you're gonna kill him?

You gonna get him here and kill him?
-Are you worried about Rudi?

No, I'm worried about
a guy named Pete Harris.

If you kill him you're
just as bad as he is.

Come on, turn it off!
-I can't just turn it on and turn it off.

All right, I was straying you. You were
had, you'd better get used to the idea.

I've... been taken.

I fell for it.

What do you want me to do about it?

I'm sorry, Lil,
I'm sorry it worked out like this.

How things worked out wrong.

I'm gonna set one thing right.

Pete. -Get in there.
-No! -Get in there!

Pete.
-Get in here! -No!

Pete.

Please. Let me talk to him, please.
You listen to what he has to say.

Find out what you wanna know but,
please...

Please don't kill him.

All right, let him in.

Just a minute.

Hickey, at the bar said you
wanted to see me. -Yes...

About last night.

What about it?

The bomb.

Mrs Harris.

The District Attorney saw me today.

He wanted to know who I talked to.

Rudi... Did you have
anything to do with it?

Now, what do want to listen to cops for?

Forget about 'em.

Think about yourself.

Do your self some good. Here, look...

I'm gonna take a vacation.

I'm sorry, Rudi.

That cop, huh? Still carrying a torch.

Guess I am.

Don't you know he did a job on you.

Why you just hear him
laughing it up with her.

Telling her how you made
with the hearts and flowers.

How come you know so much
about what he said to his wife?

I get around.
-A laundry driver?

Forget it.
-No.

It sounds like you know what he said.
You did listen, didn't you?

I said forget it. Tell him...
-Why?

Because you've said too much
and because I know too much

and if I know too much you'll have
to kill me the way you killed her.

Look, I don't kill anybody.
I only take orders.

So they'll give you orders to
kill me and you'll kill me.

They don't even need me to do it.

Don't you know what this is?
This is a million bucks.

One million bucks every week.
They've got hundreds of runners.

The whole city's sewed up.

Cops right up to the top.
They can squash you like a bug, and me.

My face squashed Gus.
-Shut up.

You killed him! You were
there and you beat him up!

Now, you listen to me and you listen hard.

You shoot off your mouth
and what happened to Gus

is nothing to what'll happen to you.

You remember that.

Pete.

From us, Captain Wills,
you always get kerb service.

Bags.

It's the Inter Urban Laundry,
Protona Area 112th.

Got it.

Be needing this paper, Mr Edmondson?

Just the race results.

There's a story on page one:
Woman was killed.

It was an accident.

Bonney, Johnson, Mrs Harris.

All accidents! Look, I've had it.

Take a walk, Rudi, this is private.

According to my figures you've taken over
thirty grand from us in the past six years.

We were looking the other way
when the bookies came around.

Not for murder.
-I can see your point.

Look I can't take any more.

There's a letter in my pocket.

My resignation from
the force for reasons of health.

I'm turning it over to
the Commissioner tomorrow.

Tear it up, Wills.

We need you right where you are.
At the police station.

If you resign now, others will panic.

We've got an organisation
we have to keep running.

The D.A.'s on my back,
there's an investigation,

three of my men are on the list...

Now, pull yourself together,
nobody's testified against us yet.

I'm through, Edmondson,
one way or another I am through.

All right, Wills.

Let's play table stakes.

You're afraid of what the D.A.
will do to you.

Well, we have a lot more to lose.

That's my hand, Wills.

You want to call it?

You be that hunter.

Hold it right there.

Drop it.

Get in there.

Harris!

You know him?

He's a cop.
-That Harris?

Yeah, he was just standing
there listening. He was alone.

I'm afraid, Harris,
you know too much.

Another accident?
-Should I send him back to the D.A.?

Where does it end?
-You ask too many questions.

Rudi.

Come on... I'll split her ass for
police protection... Can it, Captain.

Hold it!

Drop it, Rudi.
Drop it!

The smashing of the bookie ring is
the big, big story in Brooklyn today.

And here is some candid camera
shots to tell you that story.

This is the laundry where
it all happened last night.

The raid produced the names
of dozens of police officers

who have been selling
protection to the bookies.

With the arrest of millionaire
boss bookie, Ralph Edmondson,

District Attorney Norris struck
a death blow at the syndicate

that has been terrorising Brooklyn.

I was wondering how
you was feeling, Pete?

Oh, I feel fine... fine, thanks.

I came to say goodbye.

I won't be around any more,
I'm selling the garage.

There's nothing to keep me around here.

Is there?

No, I guess not.

Good luck.
Yeah, well, I'll see you around.

Yeah, sure.

It's a nice day.

For Brooklyn.

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