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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

A precaution, man.

I don’t even know
who you are.

You ever try
to find out

you’ll need more than
that pop gun, friend.

ROMANO:
Come on, Hooker.

Everyone in the precinct
has bought a square

in the Officer Lewis
baby pool.

Whoever comes closest
to picking the exact time
she has the baby

wins half the prize.

The other half
goes to Officer Lewis.

How much?

Five bucks only.

I bought four myself.
What are you in for?

I want to see
Madge Lewis first.

I mean, when they ask you
how many jelly beans
are in a jar,

they let you see the jar.

There’s only one bean
in Madge Lewis’ jar.

Heads, you lose.

I’ll set it up,
only if you promise
to buy in.

What are you
looking at?

That looks like Willie Stack.

There’s a warrant
out on him in three states.

[♪♪]

My man don’t get the dope,
you don’t get the money.
That’s our bargain, man.

Get out of here.

[GRUNTS]

[CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING]

You kids, move out of here!

Get down! Get down!

HOOKER:
Freeze!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[WILLIE GROANING]

You just bought yourself
a ticket to a longer ride
than this one, Willie.

INSTRUCTOR:
Hup, hup, hup,
hup, hup, hup...

Did you get anything
from the suspect, Hooker?

It’s hard to figure.

Family man. No record.
Clean.

Just an ordinary joe

carrying 2 pounds
of pure cocaine.

Our lab report says
it’s the same Peruvian coke

that’s been turning up
all over the division.

I can’t understand
what a decent man
like Connors

was doing with a creep
like Willie Stack.

Or with a big-time attorney
like Anthony Grant.

You’re putting me on?

No.

He hasn’t got the bucks
to hire a heavyweight
mouthpiece like Grant.

Well, Grant just
posted bail for him.

I can’t figure it, either,
Hooker.

The county jail ward people

say Willie Stack
still won’t talk,

but they did find
this phone number
in his effects.

Stacy, check this out,
and see if you can
connect the name and address.

Right. And this business card
was in Pete Connors’
personal property.

I thought you
might be interested.

HOOKER:
"Gambler’s Anonymous.

Sam Miller."

It looks like Connors
has other problems

in addition
to dealing dope.

At least this one
he was trying to shake.
Shall we check it out?

I guess so.
It’s a long shot,
but it’s all we got.

What better place
to check out a long shot?

Gambler’s Anonymous
is the last refuge
for the long-shot bettor.

Let’s roll, junior.

[♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

We had everything perfect.

I don’t get near the stuff.

We got a mule
that’s clean as a whistle.

And that stupid buyer,

he uses a clown
that’s wanted
all over the country.

I should have put that gun

where he’d always know
where to find it.

Well, that big Peruvian deal
you got coming up with Diez

should make up
for the loss.

[SIGHS]

After that,
Mr. Barnett,

you’re going to be
a major supplier.

Then you won’t
have to worry

about dealing with any
of these small-time idiots.

Yeah, but Connors
got busted.

So we got to set up
a new clean mule

for that Peruvian buy.

I got just the pigeon.

It’s the good-looking chick
at Talbot’s table.

Her name’s Shirley Warren,

and she’s 3 grand
in the hole already.

Well, let’s finish the job
on her.

Give her enough credit
to drown herself,

and let’s do it fast, huh?

[♪♪]

Look, I want you
to promise me

that the next time you even
think of placing a bet

or sitting at a table,
that you’ll phone me.

This is Sid A.

NANCY:
If you want help, we’re here.

ADAMS:
Now, just take it easy.

Remember,
when you call Nancy W.,

you’re calling a friend.

Okay. Bye.

Hooker.

This is, uh,
Vince Romano.

Nancy Winters.

Don’t take it personally,
junior. It’s me
she doesn’t like.

Your partner has a way
with words.

"Doesn’t like" is
his way of saying
"used to love."

Uh-huh. Uh, why don’t
I wait out in the car,
Hooker, okay?

No, no. I’m sorry.

Nancy Winters.

Hi.

Well, what brings you
to Gambler’s Anonymous?

I’m looking for Sam Miller.

Oh, Sam Miller’s out of town
for a couple of weeks.
What’s the problem?

A suspect carrying
a bag of cocaine

had a G.A. card on him.

Peter Connors?

Oh, boy.

Sam thought
his worst problem
was gambling.

Do you know Pete Connors?

Well, I talked to him
a couple of times,

but Sam was his sponsor.

You really ought
to talk to him.

There’s no time.

Nancy, can you help me?

Well, how about that.

You come to see Sam.
Sam’s out of town.

I’m here.

Timing’s everything,
isn’t it, Hooker?

Nancy, please.

This Pete Connors
is involved in something

I-- I can’t--
I can’t even figure.

Look, I’ll do what I can,

but you’re gonna
have to come back.

I’ve got a group session
in five minutes.

I’m off duty in a few hours.

And I’m on call.

I have to stay at home
and answer the phone.

I’ll see you tonight.

Strictly business, okay?

[GIGGLES]

God, I hate to say this.

But it sure is good
to see you again, Hooker.

Now get him out of here,
will you?

[PHONE RINGING]

NANCY:
Nancy W.

Hooker.

Nancy and I were involved,
soon after my divorce.

Too soon after.

Like she said,
timing’s everything.

[♪♪]

Look at this.

One guy thinks Madge Lewis’
baby’ll be born tomorrow

and another square
says next month.

Whoever says next month can
kiss his five bucks goodbye.

Yeah, well, I still
have three other squares.

[RADIO BEEPING]

DISPATCH:
4-adam-30, 4-adam-30,

academy precinct
desk officer reports

that the telephone number
found on Willie Stack

is a non-published number
registered to a Manuel Trios,

Coronado Apartments,
156 Sylvan Street.

4-adam-30, roger.

Manuel Trios.

Mean something?

It’s going to, junior.

[♪♪]

Th-this is a title lien
on my house.

Miss Warren,

you know
that you’re worth $10,000?

I know. But, I--

And that you’re gonna hit
a hot streak any day now.

Yeah.

But in the meantime,
I have to insist

on this title
as collateral.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪]

Looking good, Manny.

Staying in shape, huh?

Fresh air, sunshine,
exercise, Hooker.

I’m living
the clean life.

ROMANO:
About as clean
as Willie Stack.

Willie Stack.

I heard he was
in the hospital.

Did he mention
my name?

He seemed to have
a total loss of memory.

But that didn’t
bother us,

because we knew
you’d be a fountain
of information.

You got to be kidding.

You know
I don’t talk to cops.

It’s bad for my image.

So why don’t you two
take your little tin badges

and buzz out of here.

[GRUNTS]

HOOKER:
Getting heavy?

Hey, what are you doing?

Getting heavy, Manny?

I can’t hold
this much forever.

There’s a flood of cocaine
pouring into my beat,

destroying the people
I’ve to protect.

Hopheads, with their brains
fried by Peruvian snow,

are mugging and robbing
decent citizens

so maggots like you
could stay in business.

I mean it, man,
I’m losing it.

Willie Stack was making
the buy for you, wasn’t he?

[GASPING]
I don’t deal no more.

I think you do.
Willie Stack doesn’t have
the contacts in this town

to sell dope on the streets.
But you, scum,

you’ve got a load
of lost souls

waiting to sop up
the poison you peddle.

Maybe I know about Stack.

Well, he seems to be getting
his memory back, Hooker.

I thought it would.

The guy delivering the cocaine

is no dope dealer.

I think somebody
has a hammer over him.

I want to know
who that somebody is.

I want to know
who’s the seller.

I don’t know!

Now listen, Manny.
This isn’t for the court.

This is for me.

You help me before this thing
rolls onto your Adam’s apple

and turns it
into applesauce.

Honest. Don’t know name.

What’s he look like?

Big guy.

Real big. Black.

Wore a diamond
horseshoe ring.

[♪♪]

NANCY:
I’m sorry I haven’t been able
to reach Pete Connors.

He hasn’t been home
since he got out of jail.

But I did talk
to his wife.

Do you think
she’d be willing
to talk to me?

Well, I didn’t think
you’d changed that much.

I’ve already asked.

And?

Well, she was very reluctant,

but I have developed
a certain skill

for dealing with families
of compulsive gamblers.

You know I thought
I knew everything about you.

Now I find that you were once
a shady lady gambler.

[CHUCKLES]

Not me, Hooker.

My father.

He blew most of his life
running from bet to bet.

He started everyday
at the racetrack,

then he hit
the poker parlors,

and then he wound up driving to
Las Vegas to try and break even.

Now I’m making his payback.

You’re special, Nancy.

You always were.

I still think about us.

What a surprise.

It was all over.

Well, that was me,
not you.

Everything was changing.
My marriage, my job.

I didn’t think
it’d be fair to either of us.

It’s been
a long time, Hooker.

Are you still
trying to be fair?

I’ve made a commitment.

I went back to the streets.

I’ve made a commitment too.

Who knows? Maybe now
that we’re each doing
our own thing...

we can try it again.

It’d be great.

I’m willing to take a chance

if you are.

You and me?

Mmm-hmm.

It’s a gamble.

But it sounds like
the best game in town.

[LAUGHS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Hello?

Nancy.

I-- I really blew it
this time.

Shirley? What’s wrong?

Well, I-- I tried to get even,

and now, now
I can’t go home.

I can’t face my little girl.

Help me, please.

Where are you?

The poker garden.

I’m on my way.

One of my people,
she needs my help.

But it’s almost 10:00.

I had her turned around
and I don’t know
what happened.

Nancy, come on.

Remember the old days

when you were always
running out on me
to go help someone?

Well, I guess
I can find
something to do.

Talk to Pete Connors wife.

Shirley,
what are you doing?

Oh, look, I’m sorry
I bothered you.

Just one more hand.
Uh, I’m all right.

Shirley, no, you’re not.

Not as long
as you’re still here.

SHIRLEY:
All I need is one more run.

I-- I-- I can feel it.

NANCY: No, you don’t.

That’s enough. Let’ s go.

I don’t know
why you let

that Gamblers Anonymous chick

take players away
from our tables.

Well, if we kick her out,
she’ll get her friends
to picket the place.

Besides, all those G.A.
do-gooders are ex-sickos.

Someday she’s going
to sit in on one hand,

and I’m going to own her,
body and soul.

I thought I told you
to stay away from here.

I need a game,
Mr. Barnett.

I’ve been barred
from the other poker clubs.

You’re not listening,
turkey.

Now I find you
around here again,

you’re going to be
in a world of hurt.

You tell him
to watch his mouth.

Or I start talking
to the cops.

You do
and I’ll cut off your lawyer.

Try taking care of your family
from the joint.

If I can’t get action,
I might as well be in a cell!

Anyway, I can pay my way.

I start a new job
at the Sunset Power Plant

first thing in the morning.

Go on, Connors,
get out of here.

You’re giving me a headache.

Go on, you can play.

I’m ripe for a run.
I can feel it.

He could be bad trouble,
Mr. Barnett.

Not after tomorrow.

His first day on the job
will be his last day on the job.

[♪♪]

INSTRUCTOR:
Hup, hup, hup, hup...

Sergeant,
Ellen Connors called,

she said you talked to her
last night.

Yeah.
She said she still
hasn’t seen her husband,

but she heard
he’s taken a construction job
in Sunset Canyon.

Thanks. Anything new
on Willie Stack?

The doctors say
he’s ready for a cell,

but he’s still
not saying a word
to the detectives.

Okay.

Well, here she is.

Take a good look
and make your guess.

Sorry, Hooker. Looks like
they’re really pushing you
to get involved in this.

Don’t be silly, I’ve always
thought a pregnant woman

was the most beautiful thing,
and you’ve proved me right.

Thanks. I needed that.

May I?

Sure.

Uh. Put me down
for Thursday morning

between 8:00 a.m.
and 10:00 a.m.

You’re sure
you couldn’t be more specific?

Between 8:00 a.m.
and 9:00 a.m.

And you can probably
paint the nursery blue.

Let’s roll, junior.

Thanks, Madge.

What have you got,
X-ray vision?

No, three kids.

What did Connors’ wife
say to you last night?

That he’s back
into gambling.

She doesn’t know where
or with whom.

That doesn’t surprise her.
The shocker was

when he told her
that somebody had a lien
on their house.

And you think the lien
on his house

could’ve been used
to squeeze him
into muling the dope?

That makes sense,
doesn’t it?

If something goes wrong,

we grab a suspect
who’s clean, no record,

nothing to do
with the drug trade.

That’s why the narcs
haven’t even come close

to the source
of the Peruvian cocaine.

Connors’ case is a breeze
for a slick lawyer like Grant

to get it kicked down
to nothing first-time offense.

Now you’re cooking, junior.

Connors told his wife

that they couldn’t
use him anymore
because we busted him.

But how many other gamblers
are being used?

More important,
who’s using them?

There’s one man
who can tell us.

Pete Connors.

Do you know what
you’re looking at, Diez?

My compliments,
Mr. Barnett.

It’s a perfect
money laundry.

Which makes me
the perfect customer
for your cocaine.

Oh, you need only one thing
for my Peruvian cocaine.

American dollars.

Don’t’ worry
about my dollars.

Just make damn sure
your delivery is snow white
and safe. Understand?

You will see
when we make our transaction.

I’ll be looking forward
to it, amigo.

Look, the only way
I’m ever going to get back

the title of my house
is a big run of luck.

So how about telling
Mr. Hands here

to quit dragging me away
from the tables?

Now get your
head straight.

As long as Mr. Barnett
has to sit on your note,

you’re on call.

I have a package you’re
gonna pick up for me

in a couple of days.

We’ll just call it
interest on your note.

What’s in the package?

What are you
getting me into?

[♪♪]

Connors?

What are you doing here?
You want to make me
lose my job?

I told the foreman
we were here because
you witnessed an accident.

But we really want
to talk to you.

I took the fifth, that’s it.
I’m not talking.

But I talked to your wife.

I know all about the debt
and gambling mess you’re in.

I’m not here to dig you
in any deeper.

I want to help you
and your family.

But you have to help me too.

Okay.

[♪♪]

I admit it.

But I was
delivering the cocaine
to keep my house.

The money for the drugs,
how does it change hands?

The man does it himself...

from a distance.

Where he can see
the transfer go down
without being part of it.

Who’s the man?

He’s on the storage tank.

Put in a help call.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[♪♪]

Put the knife down.

Connors is dead!

[♪♪]

NANCY:
Hi, guys.

Hi.

Well, how’d it go?

Pete Connors is dead.

While we were there,
a man named Frye killed him.

Too many of our clients
are in trouble.

That girl that I met
the other night
at the poker garden,

Shirley Warren,

she told me
that she needs $10,000
to bail herself

out of a house lien.
Gambling.

And I thought I had her
out of the woods.

The poker garden?

It can’t just be
a coincidence.

The man that killed Connors

was registered
at the poker gardens
as a dealer.

What do you know
about the place?

Enough. A lot
of our G.A. members

spent half their lives there.

The poker garden’s
owned by a guy named Barnett.

Would he be a big man?

Black? Wears
a diamond horseshoe ring?

Sounds like him.

He’s probably setting
your friend Shirley

up for the same game
he laid on Connors.

You mean
to transport narcotics?

Well, how can you stop him?

One idea that occurs to me.

It starts with my
putting together a stake.

ROMANO:
A stake!

Hooker, what are you
going into, a poker game?

We’re going, junior.
You, me, and Nancy.

All we got to do
is control three seats
at the table.

One watches the dealer,
one watches the signals,

and one watches
the walls and ceilings

for peepholes
and electronic devices.

You want
to catch them cheating?

Right on.

What’s that get you?

Ah, a poker ordinance

that lets Barnett
stay in business

says he’s closed
if he’s found cheating.

Proof of cheating
would invalidate
the victim’s liens.

Our side is
the right of inspection

and record seizure
of the whole place

if he’s found cheating.

Which just may
turn up house liens

on other compulsive gamblers
exploited for Barnett’s
dope operation.

And enough evidence
to bury him for good.

Hooker...

we are going to play
this by the captain

and the vice squad, aren’t we?

[♪♪]

Hey, Mackey, come here.

What is it?

That do-gooder
from Gamblers Anonymous.

I knew she’d come back
to the tables one day.

MACKEY:
Most of them do.

[BARNETT LAUGHS]

I got plans for her.

I want you to go out there
and take her down
to her underwear.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪]

Cards?

Two.

Two.

One.

Let the dealer
figure out for himself
what you need.

What are you talking about?

Look, mister,
you got a problem?

I just don’t like a lot
of talking at the table,

especially when
it’s sign language.

Deal the card.

What seems
to be the problem?

I’m just tired
of this joker

sending semaphore signals
to the dealer.

If it’s any business
of yours.

BARNETT:
It is.

This whole place
is my business.

I run an honest
gaming establishment.

But if it’ll make
you feel better,

I’ll deal
from this table myself.

Barnett, I don’t care
who deals just as long
as I get some cards.

I’m overdue
for a hot streak.

I can’t get even
unless we play.
How about it, pal?

Come on, deal.

Cards.

Welcome to my club,
Miss Winters.

[♪♪]

Three queens.

I got you beat.

Three kings, not bad.

NANCY:
Two.

I’ll take one.

This game is
supposed to be dealt
with 52 cards.

It’s time for you
to leave, mister.

HOOKER:
Here. Police.

That hand better
come out empty.

Move aside, you people.
Move out of the way!

Hands on the table.

Shake him.

Move aside,
you people, move aside.

On your knees,
hands on your head.

Put your hands
on the table.

Spread ’em.

All right, buddy...

you’re out of business.

I own you.

You want to bet, cop?

You don’t have nothing
on me!

This gadget
is only the beginning.

This gives me the legal
right to turn your play
palace inside out,

find other gadgets
like it,

dig into the records,

all those house liens,
all those witnesses.

Yeah, pal, I do own you.

[♪♪]

You had your neck
a mile out
on this one, Hooker,

but who can argue
with success?

Did we get enough yet?

Enough to obtain a warrant
for Barnett’s arrest,

for fraud
and to close up his club.

He should be in jail
in a couple of days.

His attorney’ll get him out
sooner than that.

We should try
and correlate
possible mules.

A dope connection will
put him behind prison bars
and keep him there.

Romano, Madge Lewis
just went to the hospital.

The pains
are five minutes apart.

Hey, that’s me.
I picked today!

Don’t feel bad, Hooker.
You were close.
Only one day off.

This is Madge’s
first baby, isn’t it?

First, second,
what’s the difference?

One thousand dollars,
junior.

[♪♪]

What do you mean
it has to be moved up?

The deal has
to take place no later
than tomorrow morning.

Oh, it’s-- It’s late.
I’ve got calls to make
and people to contact.

Look, I’m paying you
top dollar.

You can lose
a night’s sleep.

Are your people ready?

My people are ready.

I will contact you.

If everything
falls into place,

we will meet tomorrow at 9:00
at the tower east building.

No ifs.
You get it done,

or you’re done
permanently.

[INSTRUCTOR YELLS]

Put him off guard,
there you go.

You see it?
Now, do it.

Hooker, Nancy’s on the phone.
She says it’s an emergency.

I transferred it
to line 5.

Take over.

Hello.

Hooker,
I’m at Shirley’s house.

I came by here
to give her the news

about getting the lien
back on her house,
but she isn’t here.

Her little girl
Julie says

a man came by here
about 20 minutes ago

and that Shirley left
with him.

From her description
he sounds like Barnett.

Did she tell Julie
where she was going?

No. But she remembers
the man saying

that they had to be
at the tower mall
in half an hour.

What does Shirley look like?

She’s about 5’2",
short blond hair,

and Julie said she’s wearing
a pink raincoat with a hood.

Okay, don’t worry.
I’m on my way.

Hooker, it’s what you
thought all along, wasn’t it?

Barnett’s going to use
Shirley in one
of his transactions.

It sounds like it.

After last night
he’s probably desperate.

He may feel
he has to pull one more job

to get some
traveling money.

I want to help.

I know you do.

It’s police business, okay?

Okay.

Romano? Let’s go.

Everybody,
laps around the field.

[♪♪]

The money’s in here.

But, uh, tell me exactly
what your method is?

The merchandise was picked up
by my helicopter

20 miles offshore,

completely avoiding
the coast guard.

It will land
on that rooftop helipad.

And if, by chance,
it is picked up by radar,

it will take
the F.A.A. helicopter
a full six minutes

before it can arrive
here to investigate.

So you have six minutes.

And you have someone
telling my mule where to go?

If you gave her
the colorful shopping bag

and told her where to go,
she will
receive her instructions.

Well, there shouldn’t
be any problem.

No problem at all.

[♪♪]

Is that Nancy?

HOOKER:
What’s she doing here?

Don’t you understand?
I can’t, Nancy.

I told you
not to come here.

I’m sorry, Hooker,
but Shirley’s in such bad shape,

I felt I could
do something.

When I tell something
is dangerous, I mean it.

There’s no time
for that now.

Shirley says
someone’ll contact her

and tell her
where to get a package.

Get a package?
That means a buy.

And whoever’s carrying
that shopping bag

is going to be told
where it’s supposed
to take place.

Hooker, you can’t let her
do that.

It might just work.

I’ll back you up.

Okay.

Romano, get Shirley
out of here,
then call it in.

I want narcotics officers
and a full backup.

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

4-adam-30.

Requesting narcotics officers
and backup at the twin towers.

What’s wrong?

Chopper, low-flying.

The only helicopters
allowed in this area

at that altitude
are police helicopters.

So, what about it?

Barnett’s M.O.

He watches the drugs
change hands,

and then
he passes the money.

This building
has a helipad on it.

And the east building makes
a damn good vantage point.

Stay put, Shirley.

Hey.

Come with me.

Where?
Where are we going?

You’ll know
when we get there.

[♪♪]

The pilot will wait
no longer than six minutes.

Five minutes and 28 seconds.

The pilot will
give you the package.

You give this package
to your Mr. Barnett.

Okay.

[SNICKERS]

I got it.

Hold it.

Don’t let him
get to Barnett.

Hooker, the helicopter.

I’m supposed to get a package
from the pilot.

And if you don’t show,

and Barnett needs this deal
as much as I think he does,

he’ll come
for the package himself.

Come on.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

Where is your carrier?

She’ll be there.

I cannot wait,
Mr. Barnett.

Are you sure your man
contacted my mule?

I assure you I kept
my part of the deal.

But I need that dope.

It is your decision,
Mr. Barnett.

[♪♪]

[THUMPING]

You stay here this time.

Freeze, Barnett!

[♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Check it out!

Call the coast guard
and have him picked up,

and take me back
to the building!

[♪♪]

Here, half,
half for Madge, half for--

I just talked
to the D.E.A.

They raided
the air charter service

that owned the helicopter.

They arrested a Peruvian
by the name of Diez.

For me?
Hmm.

Your share
of the pot, partner.

You called it.

Madge Lewis had a baby boy
at 8:32 a.m. this morning.

I suppose you know
how much he weighed.

I figure 7 pounds,
8 ounces.

Twelve ounces.

We can’t
all be perfect.

Give this to Ellen Connors.
She can use it.

You’re a good man, Hooker.

And I’ll call you tomorrow.

Hey, wait a minute.

It’s the end of watch.
I thought we had a date.

Well, one of the people
from our office

had to go out
on an emergency call.

And I have to be there
to man the phones
for the next three hours.

Tomorrow, okay?

Nancy.

Nancy, hang on a second.

You got to take it easy.

You’re working too hard.
You can’t devote
24 hours a day

to Gamblers Anonymous.
You got to relax,
have some fun.

Well, I seem to recall
all those broken dates

when someone needed you.

All those times
I sat in the theater alone

and had dinner alone.

I understand.
I really do.

I’ll see you at 8:00?

[GIGGLES]

[♪♪]