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That's about all we can do for now.

You sure it's the voltage regulator?

Yeah. Checked all the wiring.

Lights are all out, pumps, horn.
The whole system's out.

Hey, Lou, do you remember
the last time we lost a regulator?

Yeah, '47, wasn't it?

No, no, no. The winter of '48.

Yeah, I'll never forget it.

Sea was running so heavy,
we had to fish uphill.

Yeah, we lost 300 feet of line
on both outriggers.

Yeah, and remember
that crummy company

took it out of our paychecks
at retail?

It was a lousy company boat,
anyway.

| Know, Lou. But listen,
look at the good side of it, right?

At least we own this one.

Joe, look, dead ahead.

No running lights! Idiots!

- What are you doing?
- It's Immigration.

It's a fisherman.
Put that thing down.

They got a good look, Reg.
They really got a good look.

The Friendship.

Rosselli and Patruro.

What are we gonna do about them?

We'll figure out something.

All right.

- Come on. Pronto.
- Come on.

- Lou.
- Yeah. What is it?

Take a look.

So we caulk them.

That was Reggie Norris out there
with those guys.

How do they come off taking
a shot at us?

Oh, come on, Joe.

They froze up, that's all.
They weren't trying to kill anybody.

Let it lay. Come on.
Let's hose down.

What right they got shooting at us,
running aliens? What right?

Joe, we talked about it
and we agreed, right?

Now, there's not much damage
to the boat and nobody was hurt.

Forget it.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you take a walk over
to Paco's

with that crummy voltage regulator,

and get one that won't get us
into any trouble?

- Come on.
- Okay.

- And, Joe.
- Yeah?

Don't let him sell you a new one.
Get a rebuild.

Okay.

| see you lost your lights.

You know, you guys ought to carry
a double system.

That way, you lose your
voltage regulator, your batteries,

you switch over to a backup set.

See, that way you don't get
in no trouble.

Me and Joe ain't in no trouble.

We don't wanna know anything
about yours.

Yeah, but you do, you know?

So where is Joe?
He making a phone call, maybe?

Buying a voltage regulator.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe he's calling Immigration.

Get off this boat.

We'll wait around for Joe
to come back.

If he don't come back with a regulator,
we know where we stand, right?

Get off this boat.

You two guys wanna run aliens,
that's your business.

Me and Joe don't wanna know
anything about it.

And we don't want you around here,
so get off this boat.

Put the gaff down, Lou.

Get off this boat!

Joe. Joe.

Joe, help! Help!

He's gone.

Yeah, the boots.

His boots took him down.

All right, let's get out of here.

It's too late, pal.

Now, there's no reason for both of you
to feed the fishes.

All right?

Well, the bullet didn't kill him.

| guess the impact broke his shoulder
and knocked him into the bay.

And his boots filled with water.

Once he was in, he may as well
have been wearing cement shoes.

He hadn't been in the water
more than a few hours.

| suppose
| can rush the report through.

- Do you have a name?
- Yeah, Louis Rosselli.

It's a positive ID from his partner,
Patruro. Joe Patruro.

Louis Rosselli.

Is he the one
who called in about the shots?

Says he didn't.

When was the last time you saw
your partner, Mr. Patruro?

Last night.

We got in about 11, 11:30.

We were late getting in, and Lou said
he'd wash down, and | went home.

Is that how it usually goes?
You take turns washing down?

No, | just didn't feel good,
and | went home.

Well, how long were you
and Mr. Rosselli partners?

Twenty-seven years
this coming April.

The fishing fleet goes out early
and comes in early.

What kept you out so late?

The electrical system went out.

We lost our voltage regulator,
and all our batteries went dead.

Do you carry a gun aboard?

What are you talking about?
What gun?

We don't need no gun aboard.

Wait a minute. Listen.

What are you saying,
that | shot Lou or something?

No.

You're way out of line, mister.

He's my father's best friend,

and if he had been there,
Dad wouldn't be dead.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm Lieutenant Stone
and this is Inspector Keller.

Are you his son?

This is Lou's boy, Angelo.

Angie, | don't know what to say.
| Know how you feel, but--

He was your best friend
for over 30 years.

We'll both miss him.

Mama knows.

Someone from the fuel dock
called the house.

Joe, she needs you.

Angie, | can't come by now.

The lieutenant
and the inspector there,

they got questions to ask,
and | gotta stick around.

| just gotta stick around.
I'll come by later, okay?

Go ahead. We'll talk later.

Joe, come on.

That's the part people don't
think about, buddy boy.

The survivors.

The widows. The children.

Well, come on. We've got work to do.
Let's check it out.

Mike.

Look at this.

Yeah, the voltage regulator's
been pulled.

That part of the story checks.

This is the one I'm worried about.
Look at this.

Two brushes, and even with the rain,
there's a heavy salt residue.

Two brushes. Two men, is that it?

| guess they didn't have time
to wash down.

Could be they came in

and Joe decided
he wasn't feeling too good.

So Lou went to get
the voltage regulator repaired instead,

comes back...

What?

And could be that

he broke this gaff hook
over somebody.

Somebody with a gun.

I'll get the lab for prints and pictures.

Come on.
| wanna show you something.

Right.

That didn't come from the dock,
that's for sure.

- No, from high. It didn't happen here.
- Yeah.

So where do you think?
Out at sea, maybe under the bridge?

And when, buddy boy?
Last month, last week

or last night?

Hey, when the lab gets here,

have them lift this section
around the slugs.

| wanna know the type of weapon,
the calibre...

...and how long that lead
has been in that planking.

Right.

Maybe that'll tell us something
Patruro didn't.

You make him a liar because of those
two deck brushes instead of one?

Not so much that,

but the look | saw in his eyes
when he confronted Angelo.

Oh, you didn't read any grief
in them, huh?

Oh, yeah, | read grief.
Also read a lot of guilt.

Is that right?

Oh, come on.
You thought the same thing.

Because | saw the look
in your eyes when you saw Patruro.

Bronze?

| really don't know.

Mr. Shaw, a moment, please?

They killed him, Joe.
They killed Lou.

- I'm here, Ruthie. I'll do all | can.
- We both will, Mama.

My God. My God.

They killed Lou.

Do we want a bronze, or what?

- What bronze?
- We have to make arrangements.

| don't know about these things.

Please, Joe.

Joe, could you please, for us?
Talk to the man and--

You went through it once
with Mary.

| don't know about that insurance stuff.
Listen, Ruthie, listen.

| want you to know, we're still partners,
you know, on the boat.

I'll run it, and we'll split everything
fifty-fifty, okay?

| don't care about that, Joe.
We gotta take care of Lou.

We gotta-- Please, tell him.

Tell him bronze with handles,
an organist.

Hello?

No, sir.
| don't know about the insurance.

I'm Lou's partner on the boat.

Oh, | see, this is Mr. Shaw, yes.

Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw. I'm Joe Patruro.

Yeah, well, I'll try. Sure.

But we want the best for Lou,
you know?

Okay, here's your change.

Listen, I'm sorry.
Gee, I'm sorry about them lures,

but I'll have them in for you next week.
That's my guarantee.

You come in,
you'll be sure to get them.

Sorry about the interruption,

but, you know,
customer's always right.

That's all right.

Tell me, you were saying?

Well, | was just saying that it seemed
like Joe and Lou were brothers.

Brothers?

You got a brother?
You know, | got a brother in Cleveland.

| see him
maybe once every five years.

No, they were better than brothers.

They were friends.
They were real good friends.

Wait a minute, are you thinking

that Joe pulled the plug on Lou?

Oh, I'm telling you, there's no way.

Let me ask you something,
Mr. Lamotta.

When the fishing boats come in
at night--

- Afternoon.
- Excuse me, afternoon.

They unload the fish right away,
don't they?

They pull in at the wholesaler's docks,
offload, yeah.

Now, do they get paid in cash then?

You're thinking that Lou
got knocked off for the catch money?

Anyhow, Lou and Joe
didn't get any fish last night.

They come in empty, | heard.

It happens.

Yeah.

Hey, you know anything
about the fleet?

About the fishermen?

Not really. No.

Let me get you a cup of coffee.
I'll tell you all about them.

Forget about the coffee, okay?

Oh, it's on the house,
what the heck?

Yeah. Yeah. As soon as the parts
come in, I'll let you know, okay?

You wanna hear something bad
about Joe Patruro,

you're gonna have to hear it
someplace else.

I'm not trying to rap anybody.

I'm just trying to find out if one of them
brought in a voltage regulator.

Joe said they did.

Paco, you're the only ship chandlery
on the wharf.

So?

So you sell supplies,
you pump diesel fuel and gas all day.

At night, you work over your bench
rebuilding equipment.

Now, you tell me, Paco.

Where would somebody bring
a bum voltage regulator?

It's on the bench. Joe brought it in.

Traded it for a rebuild.

- How you doing? Hi.
- Pretty good.

Paco here was just about to show me
the regulator that Joe brought in.

Sure. Regulator's a regulator.

Could it have been jimmied

or shorted?

Burned out. Died a natural death.

What time did he come in
last night?

Oh, say, 11:30.

Do you remember if he was wearing
his boots?

- His boots?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he had them on. Why?

Just curious.

Well, now, we appreciate it, Paco.

Knowing how you feel about cops.

- Look, | never said anything about--
- Paco, look.

Steve and lI,
we're not rousting you or Joe.

We think you're pretty nice guys.

So was Lou Rosselli.
He was a nice guy.

But now he's dead,

and we're trying to find out why.

We're not working against Joe.
We're working for Lou Rosselli.

Do you understand that?

Sure. Okay.

Let me give you my card.

In case you can

fit anything else together,
you know where to get me.

You bet.

Well, what's with the boots?

| had a cram course about
the fishing fleet with a cafe owner.

He was telling me most of the guys
wear their boots while working.

Then they take them off
just before they go home.

So | checked the gear locker
of the Friendship.

Joe's boots were there.

Well, if he was wearing them,
like Paco said,

then he must've gone
back to the boat.

Could be.
Might mean he saw something.

- Wanna ask him? He's right there.
- | sure do.

But | think I'd like to get a look
at my whole card first.

Let's find what ammunition we can get
from the lab and the coroner.

Right.

How's your mother?

She's still at the funeral parlour.

| couldn't take any more
for a while,

so | figured I'd come down here
and help you.

Don't you think you should be
with her?

Yeah, but maybe later.
| need something to do, Joe.

You can watch if you want to.
| gotta plug a couple holes there

up on the pilothouse,
and do some electrical work.

Joe, you told Mom
that you were still partners with Dad.

Right. We split the catch money
right down the middle.

Same as before. Why?

Well, we talked it over.
We can't do it.

- Can't do what?
- It's charity.

I'll drop out of school for a year
and come down and work on the boat.

Drop out of school?

Just for a year, Joe.

But that's not what your father
wanted for you, Angie.

Not a stinking fishing boat

with 20 hours a day,
sleeping in wet clothes.

It was good enough for Dad.

No, it wasn't good enough
for your father, Angie.

Your father was better than this.
He's better than me.

| have no right
to even mention his name.

If it was me facing them
with that gaff hook,

Lou'd still be alive.

Joe, what do you mean?
What gaff hook?

Angie, I'm gonna make
a promise to you, before God.

It won't make up for what happened,
but I'm gonna try.

Joe, what are you talking about?

Never mind.
| know what | gotta do now,

and | got a way to do it.

.223-calibre fired
from an automatic weapon.

I'd say an AR-15.

- AR-15?
- Army automatic rifle.

You also wanted to run the slug
for salt deposits?

- Yeah.
- None.

No salt residue in the crater
or on the lead.

Then it couldn't have been
on the boat very long.

Not more than a few hours.

| also found some wool fibres
on the splintered part of the gaff hook.

| haven't identified them yet, though.

So now, the coroner gave us the bullet
in Lou Rosselli as a .32-calibre.

That would make it a handgun.

An AR-15 and a handgun.

Two different weapons
shot at two separate times,

around the same boat.

Within a few hours.

Yeah.

I'd like to know
where that boat had been.

The Farallon Islands.

It's part of my crash course
at the cafe.

Oh, | see.

Salmon run either off the Farallon
Islands or near Point Reyes.

Now, Lamotta said Lou mentioned
a three-hour trip.

That'd be the Farallon Islands,
28 miles offshore.

So the boat got hit
somewhere around the islands?

- Yeah.
- Too far.

We found heavy salt residue around
the bullet hole,

zero residue in the crater.

The boat couldn't have taken on
much sea or spray after the bullet hit.

So then the shooting took place

somewhere
between the island and the wharf.

There's nothing there
between the islands and the city.

You got a lot of water
and some boats.

Boats.

Boats.

Nighttime, they lost their lights.

| wonder what could happen out at sea
that would get you shot at.

Could be a fishing boat
with a foreign flag in territorial waters.

- Drug runners.
- Yeah.

Smuggling.

Let me check with the narcs
and Coast Guard about that one.

- I'd try Customs too.
- Right.

Immigration, FBI,
see if they've had any traffic.

Smuggling. | like that one.
That might be it.

| Knew you would.

Hey, Joe, how are you?

Hey, this is supposed to be a talk, Joe,
or do you want it otherwise?

| told you | wouldn't go to the cops.

Yeah.

And | know keeping Lou's family alive
is very important to you.

Well, you see, Joe,
we're worried about conscience.

| mean, that could get in our way.

So just in case, like insurance,
we're gonna include you in.

We're gonna need your boat, Joe.

We need you to make a run for us.

No, I'm not gonna help you.
What do you think | am?

Well, | think we both know
the answer to that, don't we, Joe?

Come on. Wise up.

You don't wanna die.

| mean, otherwise,
Lou'd still be alive, right?

- My man.
- What's happening?

- Nothing.
- Steve.

You call a Supervisor Delgado
from Immigration?

- Yeah, he call back?
- He's right there.

Peter.

- Hi, Steve.
- How are you?

- Okay, how are you?
- Good.

- You got something?
- It's kind of iffy, but it may fit.

We picked up a girl
on a routine sweep.

She was working as a domestic
on Russian Hill.

Her name is Eugenia Rodriquez,
Eugenia to you.

And she speaks English,
when she wants to.

She said something to our matron
about coming in by boat

from Ensenada,
and then she clammed up.

Now, it could be your
fishing-boat theory.

Transferring from a boat
that has to have Customs clearance

to one that doesn't.

Anyway,

somebody's dragging down
a small fortune exploiting these girls.

Yeah, I've seen the reports.

- Could | talk to her?
- Sure.

Hey, let me get a refill,

and I'll give you a thumbnail on her
before you start.

Now...

Look.

The back-story may not be
Eugenia Rodriquez's,

but | can guarantee you
that it's typical.

She gathered together all the money
she and her family had,

maybe 4 or 500 bucks.

And somebody took it
and got her across the border,

or in by boat,
if your hunch is correct.

Then she was handed over
to a fly-by-night domestic service

and hired out
for some peanut salary,

and scared into kicking back
part of that.

That's Eugenia Rodriquez.

You got a pack of cigarettes?

- Pack of cigarettes?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Move. Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on. Come on. Move it.

Come on. Come on.

Faster. Come on. Come on.

All right, come on. Move it.

Come on.

Get them loaded on the truck.
I'll tell Snider we're ready to shove off.

Move it. Come on.

Move.

Come on. Move.

Get them in the truck. Move.

Come in.

Ready to shove off, Mr. Snider.

There's eight in the truck,
leaves eight in the loft.

And 16 offshore on the Seraph.

Reg, you're tying up my boat.

They'll be off tomorrow night, okay?

Two trips in one day?

One trip, two boats.

Where'd we get another boat?

The Friendship.

Rosselli and Patruro's barge.

What?

Everything is gonna work out all right.
Patruro's scared to death.

We've been looking around
for another boat, and now we got it.

- Reg, one word to the police--
- Believe me, he's in our pocket.

We leaned on him and he folded.

You talk about scared, Mr. Snider.

Joe Patruro is the original yellowtail.

You're not gonna do much fishing
in that outfit.

I've been to church.

| see you've got your
voltage regulator back.

You left it unlocked.

| guess you've got
a lot on your mind.

Lou getting killed.
The boat offshore. The automatic rifle.

What automatic rifle?

| noticed you already caulked up
the bullet holes.

How did they get there, Joe?

What did you see out there?

Your lights were gone.

You ran into something you weren't
supposed to see, isn't that right?

So they took a couple of shots
at you.

Later, the same men got here
on the wharf,

and they killed Lou Rosselli.

Isn't that just about what happened?

| can't help you, lieutenant.

Why?

Joe.

Lou Rosselli broke a gaff hook
over somebody

wearing a black wool sweater.

Right here. Right on this deck.

The lab chief found some fibres
on a broken shaft.

He radioed me ten minutes ago.

Black wool, domestic.

There was some seawater on it.

What did you guys run into out there,
Joe?

Smugglers? Dope runners?

- What are you scared of?
- I'm not scared of nothing.

I'm a cop, Joe,

and | say you're scared.

| see it. | sense it. | smell it.

| don't know what it is
that's got you scared,

but why don't you let me help you?
I'd like to help you if | can.

We were out there
running without lights.

We come upon this private boat,
smack dead in the water.

She didn't have any lights on either.
They started shooting at us.

For no reason,
they started shooting at you?

No, no, no.
They were unloading, offloading.

- Offloading what?
- Illegals, aliens.

Did you recognise the people?
Could you get the name off the boat?

Nothing more | can tell you.

Okay.

Okay, Joe.

How about later?

Where were you then?

| was up on the wharf.

What did you see?

| saw them kill Lou.
They shot him and he drowned.

And | hid because | was afraid
they'd kill me too.

A man lives
to be almost 50 years old,

but he never knows
what he'll do when he sees death.

Nobody wants to walk into a gun,
Joe,

so don't blame yourself.

Who else is there?

The men that were here,
can you describe them?

- Give me something to go on, Joe.
- | didn't see them.

Joe, don't hold back on me.

Look, lieutenant, | just told you

the worst thing
one man can tell another.

That I'm a coward
and | let my best friend die.

- Joe, don't hold--
- There's nothing more | can tell you.

Here.

Here and here.

All on railroad spurs or sidings.

Now, that includes maybe
200 separate structures, Steve.

All right, we got a warehouse.
It was vacant.

And you said that you heard trains?

Very close.

Well, was there any sort
of schedule?

No. | don't think so.

Somebody call for a cop?

Well, | called for one about
a half an hour ago,

but they're never around
when you need them.

Well, here | am.

- Hello, Pete.
- Hi, Mike.

Oh, Lieutenant Stone,
Eugenia Rodriquez. Eugenia.

- Hello.
- Hello, sefor.

Oh, Mike, warehouses.

Steve has been talking
to Miss Rodriquez.

He's got the leak
we've been looking for.

Good. How does it read?

| think we've got everything
but the holding point.

Now, Eugenia came up
from Ensenada

on privately owned yacht

with 20 other women
from all over South America.

She was transferred during the night
to a fishing boat,

then brought into the city.

She was hired sight unseen
by some family in Russian Hill.

Has to kick back half of her
first six months' salary to, what is it?

The Bayside Domestic Service?

Yeah. We ran it down.

It's run by some guy
by the name of Victor Snider.

We never heard of him.

- Check him through R&I?
- We're working on that.

But what Pete and | are really
concentrating on is this warehouse.

It seems to be the holding
and dispersal point for the whole outfit.

Makes sense.

Joe just told me
that what he and Lou Rosselli saw

were offloading of aliens.

Miss Rodriquez,

can you describe the men that were
on the boats or in the warehouse?

Describe?

No.

Well, was one of them wearing
a sweater?

A black sweater?

Oh, yes. The big one.

Do you know his name?

No. No.
We didn't see them very much.

We were in the bottom
of the big boat.

How long were you
in the warehouse?

- Seven days.
- Seven days.

Well, where did you sleep?

We slept on the floor,

and we sat on boxes.

What kind of boxes were they?

Just little boxes.

There were many boxes
pile against the wall.

All the same.

All the same.
Have to be, like, crates.

- Crates?
- Vegetable, fruit, something.

Oranges.

There was a label on the box.

- On the end of the box, a label?
- Aname?

Del Oro. Golden oranges.

- Golden oranges.
- Many, many crates.

- Lee.
- Yep.

See if you can get the last address
of the warehouse

for the distributor who handles
Del Oro oranges.

- Okay.
- Should be down on Kingman.

We appreciate it very much.

Thank you very much.

Well, she goes back
to Mexico now, huh?

Yeah, and without the 4 or 500
she paid to get here.

Not a very happy ending, is it?

No.

The minute we get a warrant,
we're gonna hit that warehouse.

What are you doing?

A letter for Miss Rodriquez.

Pete, what is it worth to you

to have a million-dollar
immigration ring handed to you?

Hey, you're a hard act to follow.

That break came just in time
for Joe.

In another day or two,

he would've been talking himself
into murder or suicide.

Paco!

- What do you say, Joe?
- Paco.

What would she take?

About 50 gallons of diesel
in each tank. That should do it.

And some gas, huh?

For the skid? Sure.

What would it be,
one gallon, two gallons?

How about 50?

Fifty gallons of gasoline
for a diesel-engine boat?

Oh, come on, Joe, what's the gag?

It's no gag, Paco.

| promised one of those pleasure-boat
skippers on the islands

I'd haul a load out to him.

Save him a trip in, you know?

Okay.

Now, the warehouse
is at 5303 Kingman Street.

Pete here promised us a van
from Immigration.

- We'll supply the rest.
- I've alerted the department.

- Mike.
- Yes.

Mike, that warehouse is leased

by the same guy that owns
the domestic service, Victor Snider.

Anything from R&I?

Well, he's clean, except for a speeding
ticket about two months ago.

What's the punch line?

The arrest was logged
by the harbour police.

He was driving a 60-foot yacht
at the time.

Good.

- You going out alone, Joe?
- Yeah.

There are many guys around.

You ought to take
one of them with you.

It's okay. I'll be working close
to Norris.

Norris? Oh, Joe,
he's nobody to be throwing in with.

It's okay.

Here you go, Pac.

Joe, you don't have to.
| can put it on your tab.

Thanks. | appreciate it, Pac.

What's with the handshake
after all these years?

Are you going to the moon
or something?

It's nothing, Pac.

You're a good friend,

and | just think you should tell people
every now and then,

okay?

Okay, Joe.

- So long.
- So long.

Eight-one, stakeout. Move in.

Chief, two men, front door.

Snider, cops!

Hold it!

Hold it.

Put it down.

Your name Snider?
Victor W. Snider?

It is, and | would like
to seek counsel.

Oh, sure, sure.
You're gonna need it.

Inspector Keller.

We just picked up
an urgent over the box.

The lieutenant is to call
a Paco Esquivel at the wharf.

- It's about Joe Patruro.
- Right, thanks.

Esquivel.

Paco, Mike Stone.

Lieutenant, | didn't know
whether to call you or just let it ride.

Joe Patruro just shook hands with me.
Sort of like saying goodbye.

He bought 50 gallons of gasoline.

Yeah. Go on.

The Friendship, his boat,
it's a diesel, not gasoline powered.

And he said he was going out
all by himself.

He'd be working near a guy
named Reg Norris.

Who's Reg Norris?

Some operator.

Works off the wharf, near Joe.

Just a minute, Paco.

Do you know a Reg Norris?

| don't have to answer that question.

You just did.

Paco, | think we just
made the connection.

Yeah. Where did Joe go?

He went out. First Norris, then Joe.

About, oh, almost an hour ago.

Well, where is he now?

| have no idea, lieutenant.

All right, thanks.
We'll talk to you later.

Now, there's enough gasoline on Joe's
boat to turn it into a Roman candle.

And | think he's looking
for your yacht.

Now, how do we radio it?

Mr. Snider,
he's going to ram your boat.

So where's Snider's boat, huh?

Look, we're not talking about
an immigration rap.

This is a homicide, all right?
So where is it?

| don't know. Honest.

Look, | was only out there once,
at night.

- How far?
- Oh, hour and a half maybe.

On the way to the Farallons, | think.

There's 16 women on her.
| Know that.

Mike, Coast Guard's got
one of those ACV rescue units.

Let's get on that box.

Tell them to hold on.
Take them over.

- Stone. Let's go.
- Right this way, sir.

Keller, right this way.

Take your seat. Get buckled in.

As soon as you're ready,
we'll get underway.

Radar, are we all cleared
for takeoff?

| understand we're on a south
by southwest to the Farallons.

We think so.
We'd like to talk to Joe Patruro.

- Is there any way?
- We can give it a try.

- What's the name of the vessel?
- The Friendship.

Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.
This is Coast Guard 422.

Coast Guard 422.
Come in, Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.

Fishing vessel Friendship.
This is Coast Guard 422.

- He's not monitoring.
- Can | try?

Coast Guard 422 to Friendship.

Joe, this is Mike Stone.

Listen to me, Joe.

Friendship, come in.

Joe?

- How fast does this thing go?
- Fast.

Radar, give me a reading
on the craft's position.

Two of the blips
are about side-by-side now.

They'd be Norris' boat
and the yacht.

How close is the Friendship
to those two?

About two miles.

How far are we
from the Friendship?

About double that.

Hurry up.

Where's Patruro?

I'll bring her alongside.

Do you wanna talk to him
on the bullhorn, lieutenant?

Joe, will you listen to me, Joe?

Joe, listen to me.

Get up as close to them as you can.

Bring it in closer. Closer.

Joe, turn it around.

Get off the boat! Jump!
Nobody else is supposed to get hurt.

Turn it around, Joe. Damn it.

There are 16 women on that boat.

Norris, Coast Guard.

- Get moving!
- Let's get out of here.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Get down off the bridge.

Dollar seventy.

- Dollar sixty, five, $1.70.
- Right.

Have a good day.
And don't bring back no anchovies.

- No anchovies.
- Hey, Joe, you got company.

- Hey, lieutenant, how are you?
- Good. How are you?

- Hello, inspector, how are you?
- Good.

What brings you guys out
at this hour?

That 89-cent breakfast.

Also, we wanted to find out
how Enrico's putting up with you.

He has to, you know?

He's big and strong and dumb,
like Lou and me.

Eats like a crew of six,
but he's a good kid.

He's gonna be fine.

Enrico, can you stop eating
long enough

to get the boat ready to cast off?

- So how's Angelo?
- He's great. Just great.

He's back in school,
gonna be a lawyer.

Lou really would've been
proud of him.

He's gonna work his summer
vacations on the boat

with Enrico and me.

What could | tell him, right?
He's still half owner.

With a lawyer in the family,
what's to argue?

Joe, have a good catch.

You too, fellas.

- Hey, and thanks, all right?
- All right.

All right, so where's this
big 89-cent breakfast

| hear so much about, huh?
You order it. I'll buy.

- You'll buy?
- Yeah.

Well, then, I'm not gonna have
no 89-cent breakfast.

- About a block and a half--
- Wait one second.

Why you--?
Just because I'm ordering--

- This is ridiculous.
- Double orange juice.

You're paying for it,
we have 89 cents.

Now | pay for it...