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(theme music playing)

(door bells tinkle)

One whole year, and still, you don't learn.

What kind of glue is this you use?

Said I'd take care of it.

You said that before.

You bought my shop, Mr. Weiss, but not my name.

Every day I tell my friends,

"Don't blame Zubatuk, blame Weiss."

45 years, I had pride in my work.

But him?

What's wrong?

You don't like this business?

No. And I don't like a nobody like you coming around here

all the time, telling me how to run it.

Just a minute, now. Just a minute there!

You don't call my friend here a nobody

when-when he was the best cobbler

in the whole city, the best!

Was. Now he's a nobody.

All right, you want to leave the shoe, leave it.

You want to take it someplace else, take it. I don't care.

Just don't expect me to stand around here all day

talking to you about it!

I take it!

Good. Good-bye.

(door opens, door bells tinkle)

Maybe he's right.

You let him talk to you that way,

maybe you are a nobody.

Oh, it's his shop now.

You should never have sold it.

With these hands-- how I could keep it?

Oh, well.

How I could work with them?

I had to sell it or lose it.

Oh. (laughs)

Now you lose your pride, too, Zubatuk.

Pride.

Pride-- that's for young people.

- Not for old men like us. - Who are you calling old?

I could take that Weiss and break him in half

with one hand, you hear me?

Yeah, you. I'm talking to you.

Hey, come here. Hey, come on, come on, make peace.

I'll buy us an ice cream.

You want I should buy us an ice cream?

- Hey, there's Marty. - Oh.

Hey, hey, Many?

Hey, hey, Many!

Hello, Grandfather? How are you, Grandfather?

Good to see you, Grandfather.

He has a lot on his mind.

Making money, that's all.

He needs money with the baby coming.

He needs manners.

Maybe it's true what you said.

Maybe us old fogies- we are nobodies.

Even to our own families.

Now, who lost his pride?

A few minutes ago, you were throwing a party.

Yeah.

You get the ice cream, I meet you back in the house.

All right.

I should have known.

They are the thing, that's all.

(door bells tinkle)

Big weekend.

Five books, so be careful.

- Don't worry. - I don't.

Here, sign.

Now you can worry.

I called Dempsey. He's waiting.

It's heavy. How much is in here?

You are paid to deliver, not to ask questions.

(laughing): Okay.

(sighs)

(door bells tinkle)

(engine starting)

All finished. Let's go check your connection inside.

(tires squeaking)

Hold it right there, kid.

Hey, Lew, you're out of your mind.

Just put it down and keep moving.

Do you know who this belongs to?

Yeah, so don't be a hero. Just put it down.

(gunshot, grunting)

(grunting)

(LEW grunts)

Ah.

(gunshot, Lew grunts)

ZUBATUK: Marty.

See, I... I told you I heard shooting. Look.

- Is he dead? - Yes.

Uh, who... who is it?

It's Lew Singer.

WEISS: Lew Singer, the gangster?

MAN: I say, good riddance to bad rubbish.

He stole from all of us. Twice from me already.

Did you shoot him?

No. I wish I had.

In my house, I'd be a hero.

Who shot him?

Alex...

you did it?

(panting)

You see somebody else?

MAN (over radio): Attention all units.

Two-one-seven at Croft and Jefferson.

- Three Charles, one and two. - That's near us.

Inspectors eight-one to headquarters.

We'll respond to two-17 at Croft and Jefferson.

Victor? Victor, what is it?

We heard it from the house.

It sounded like gunshots.

It's nothing. Don't worry about it, Nadia.

Go... Just go on back home.

Was someone hurt?

It... It's-It's...

What-what happened? What happened?

Oh, no! No.

What... what happened, Victor?

Well, it's all over. It's all over.

Just go take Nadia home.

Nadia, you don't have to see this.

- Go on back to the house. - It's Alex!

- Na... - Uh...

How do you spell that?

Z-U-B-A-T-U-K.

Zubatuk.

Address?

He lives at my boarding house.

What are you doing to him?

He's a good citizen.

Now, take it easy, lady.

What is it? What happened?

It's all right, Nadia.

Now, sit down.

You know the doctor said for you not to stand.

Alex... tell me.

- It's all right. -(siren blaring)

I just had to shoot that gangster.

You... Alex?

Alex, this... th-this is serious.

You must never say you shot somebody.

You do when you did.

(siren blaring)

(garbled radio transmission)

What have you got?

MAN: Lew Singer, a local hustler.

All right, who tagged him?

That old man over there.

He was holding this .45 when we got here.

Name's... Zubatuk.

Alex. Alex Zubatuk.

(garbled radio transmission)

Mike. Mike.

(laughing): You...

You came just in time.

It's Alex. He's over there.

He sa-- he says he shot somebody.

I told him you never say you shot somebody

if you shoot somebody.

- All right, Victor. - D-Don't... -Yes.

I'll talk to him, Victor.

- I told you I'd talk to him. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Alex? -Officer? -(throat clearing)

- Get rid of that crowd, will you? -Yes, sir.

- Hello, Alex. - Michael!

Well, how's the shoe shop?

Sold.

I retired a year ago.

Well, I guess it's been longer than I thought.

Well, what's it all about?

VICTOR: It's all right. You can tell Mike.

Just don't talk to the rest of those cops.

STONE: Victor, please.

Now, let Alex speak for himself, will you? Well?

NADIA: Officer?

Officer,

I'm Nadia Baska.

This man lives in my boarding house.

I know him.

Whatever he says is true.

Absolutely true.

Thank you. Alex?

Well, I came to this place.

I saw him. I saw Lew Singer.

He's a bad man, Michael.

You know how he steals money

from the poor people all the time.

So, I told him to go away,

not to come here ever!

He said, "No."

No?!

So, I shot him.

Can't be true.

I hear it, but I don't believe it.

I tell you the true, Mike.

I shot that man!

19, 22, 22.

Glen?

Yeah, just a minute.

Okay, so we need three more cases. All right.

Hey, you, give me three more cases

of the special you got on champagne, okay?

Only the good stuff. I don't want no cheap labels, all right?

Yeah?

The kid that makes the pickups at the Potrero's--

he's on the phone, says he's been hit.

All right, what happened? Cops?

MARTY: No, it's not the police.

It was a guy named Lew Singer.

He pulled a gun on me.

I grabbed for it. Um...

(door squeaks open)

It went off. I...

(sighs)

He's dead, Mr. Dempsey.

What happened to the box?

Marty, did you hear about Alex Zubatuk?

He... Ooh.

What happened to your arm?

DEMPSEY: Did you hear what I said, kid?

Uh, y-yes, yes, Mr. Dempsey, yes, sir, uh, I heard you.

Um... Singer had it the last time that I saw it.

He must have dropped it or something, I guess.

I don't know.

Now don't get cute with me, kid.

Guys a lot smarter than you have tried to rip me off before,

and for a lot less than 50 grand.

And they're not around.

$50,000?

Oh, no.

Now, you listen to me, kid.

Whatever it is you're working on, forget it.

Now, wait, Mr. Dempsey.

Now, look, it's not, it's not--

that's not the way it was, honest.

I wouldn't do that.

I mean, if I did, if I took it, would I call you like this?

I mean, I'd be on an airplane or something.

Well, you might be the first guy to call me and tell me about it,

send me out beating the bushes while you sit home grinning

like a fat cat because you pulled a real number on me.

No, no, Mr. Dempsey, now, that's not how it is.

Look, you got to believe me.

I'll believe you when I see the box and not before.

Mr. Dempsey, Mr. Dempsey?

(clattering)

All right.

Lew Singer, Lew Singer.

Who knows him?

He works the Potrero-- small time.

Ah, well, all of a sudden he got big ideas,

and it looks like he planted some ideas

in that kid's head, too, so you'd better go get him.

The baby is due next month, Marty.

Are you going to be alive when it comes?

Don't, Chris.

("Vinéfli You promised me!

You said no more!

We don't need the money.

Look, a few extra runs-- that's all I was counting on--

couple of extra bucks for the baby.

What happened?

Marty!

(panting)

Chris... honey...

I'm in trouble... big trouble.

What is it?

I'll tell you later.

I got to find something first.

What about Alex?

What?

Alex Zubatuk, Marty.

The police think he killed that man in the alley.

Alex?

That's right.

That man named Singer.

That's the name you just said, isn't it?

STONE: Where did you buy it?

ALEX: I can't remember.

A store down on Broadway.

Why?

Why? To protect myself.

Alex, how much can they get from you?

Are you saying a poor man shouldn't protect himself?

No, I'm not saying that.

I'm surprised.

Oh, now, listen, Alex, have you forgotten

how you used to fix my shoes for nothing

when I was a kid, huh, have you?

And your wife Teklia, God bless her,

how she used to say to me,

"What is money if the soul needs help?"

Remember that?

Is this where you bring bad people?

People who rob and cheat?

And people who tell lies.

That's right, this is the place to tell the truth.

So where's the light?

What light?

The light you shine in their eyes to make them confess.

Oh, Al-- what are you talking about?

We don't use a light.

Got the, uh, lab report here.

Uh, bloodstains we found in the alley-- B-positive.

Now, Singer is type-O

and Mr., um, uh, Mr. Zabatak?

Zubatuk.

Mr.-- right, right.

His is B-negative.

Do you understand that?

Do you know what he's saying?

Two bullets were fired.

There had to be someone else in that alley.

Now, someone else got hit, didn't they?

No, no one, just me.

Alex, I don't want to get mad now.

ALEX: Nobody else was there, Mike.

I shot that man.

Okay.

Okay.

Sekulavich, take him downstairs, lock him up in a holding cell.

You're putting me in jail?

You shot a man, didn't you?

Yes.

How can you hold him?

How can I let him go?

He's the only one who really knows what happened.

That old bulldog gets his teeth into something,

he never lets loose.

You've known him a long time, haven't you?

Oh, I've known him since I was a kid-- seven, eight years old.

I used to hang out in his shop a lot.

He used to give me odd jobs to do

even when they didn't need doing.

(chuckles)

You know, the first silver dollar I ever saw,

I got from him-- Alex.

And he won't talk to you now?

Oh, he'll talk, he'll talk forever,

but he won't tell us what we need to hear.

I figured a couple of hours in the cell will loosen him up.

Get anything else on Singer?

I put out some calls.

I don't know, he's quite a loner.

Well, he must have hustled with someone from time to time.

I did get a name-- a guy named Mason.

- Mason? - Yeah, Larry Mason.

You know him?

Not off the top, no.

Run a make on him?

I got l.D. working on it now.

You really think he's protecting somebody, huh?

He has to be.

Yeah.

(door closes)

How's the old man doing?

I wish they were all that quiet.

- Has he asked for me? - No.

Has he asked to make any outside calls?

No.

Anybody call in?

No.

He had a visitor, though.

Who?

An old lady named Baska.

Nadia Baska.

She brought him a box of fruit.

Oh, yes, sir, may I help you?

Do you have an Alex Zubatuk here?

Yes, we do.

I have to see him.

- Are you a member of the family? - No.

A friend.

My name is Karlinsky-- Martin Karlinsky.

Karlinsky?

You must be Victor's grandson, then.

Yeah.

Well, I'm Mike Stone.

I've known Victor for a long time-- Alex, too.

(chuckles)

Yeah, sure, Lieutenant Stone.

They both talk about knowing you.

Look, Lieutenant, Alex didn't do this.

Well, I wish I could make him say that.

Do you know anything about this?

I just heard about him being arrested a few minutes ago.

Can I see him?

Sure, sure.

Tony, will you take him in?

Nice meeting you.

Oh, and listen,

if you happen to know what Alex is up to after you talk to him,

I'd appreciate a call from you.

Okay, thank you.

Mr. Zubatuk, somebody to see you.

No!

No, don't bring him in here!

Look, Alex, I have to talk to you.

Well, talk from where you are.

You don't bring him in here.

Look, it-it's okay.

Uh, can we talk alone?

Sure.

Thank you.

Alex, what are you doing?

Why did you say that you shot Singer?

To keep you from being here.

Marty, what happened?

Why you were fighting with the gun?

He jumped me with it.

Why did you run?

Because I was scared.

Because I was doing something...

because I was doing something I shouldn't have been doing.

Alex, I got to get you out of here.

But there's something I have to know first.

There was a shoe box.

Singer tried to take it away from me.

Did you see it?

A shoe box?

Yeah, from Weiss's place.

Did the police pick it up?

No.

Was no shoe box.

Are you sure?

Positive.

You were fighting over shoe box?

What was inside?

Money.

You said from Weiss's place?

Yeah.

I picked it up there.

I was...

I was taking it someplace else when Singerjumped me.

Weiss-- I knew he was no good.

He works for them?

The gamblers?

Yeah.

All right.

Here's what we do.

You go and find the money,

and give it back to them.

Okay.

And don't touch it no more ever.

You promise me that, too?

But what about you?

Don't worry about me.

(chuckling)

Michael Stone, he's my friend.

He knows I didn't shoot the gun.

But he don't know who did.

And I'm not going to tell him.

You think he'll tell me when he won't tell you?

I don't know what I can do, Mike.

Just rattle the cage a little-- not too hard, just a little.

How can I rattle it louder than you?

Well, he's an old man.

He's an old man who believes in justice.

I can't reach him.

He thinks I'm a kid.

I'm still the little kid down the block to him.

But you... well, you're the law.

Alex, this is Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. O'Brien is the assistant district attorney.

It's a very big pleasure, Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. Zubatuk, are you represented by counsel?

Me.

No, sir.

I mean, do you have an attorney?

Me.

Mr. Zubatuk is acting as his own attorney.

It's my right.

The Constitution says so.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, it does.

Then I speak for myself.

Very well.

Let me ask you this, sir.

Did you shoot Lew Singer?

Yes, sir, I did.

O'BRIEN: What about the gun?

You told us you bought it, but we have a report

that it was stolen two weeks ago from a pawn shop in San Diego.

Now, how do you account for that?

Sure, I stole it.

That, maybe, was not so right.

Come on, Alex.

You haven't been outside of San Francisco

since the day you stepped off the boat

some 40-odd years ago.

I stole it from the man who stole it.

(knock at door)

Alex, don't you try to con this man.

You understand?

Don't con him.

Because he's the man who takes people to court.

Con, Mike?

What's that-- to con?

(Keller laughing)

How's Jerry doing?

It's fourth down and long yardage.

Yeah. You're ready to kick him right out of here, aren't you?

The situation calls for a kick.

- I think I got something. - What's that?

Mason-- the guy used to bop around with Singer.

You find him?

Didn't have to look too far.

He's serving 60 days in the county-- D and D.

Well, you get with him and find out

-what Singer's been into. - Right.

Old Foxy, huh?

I think I'm going to let old Foxy off the leash,

see where he leads me.

(clattering)

(tires squeal)

II

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Inspector eight-one to headquarters.

Go ahead, eight-one.

I want a quick check on the person living

at 323120th Street.

10-4.

(engine starts)

(grunts, coughs)

Would you look at this?

I mean, it ain't fair.

You take a bad fall and you wind up in Quentin, right?

But at least there they got TV sets that work.

You wind up in a dump like this on a drunk rap,

and what do you get? 60 days of snow.

You want transfer to Quentin, I'm gonna fix it.

Hey, don't do me any favors.

No problem, Mason.

I check into a little armed robbery down in San Diego

last month, you know, before the bender?

Hey, come on, huh?

Well, that's the word I got.

You and Lew Singer.

Singer? He tell you that?

No, no. A guy he stole a gun from told me that.

A Slur]?

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

Mason, you know what I'm talking about.

You and Singer were partners, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes.

But not in San Diego, and no armed robbery.

He started Waltzing into that league, I bowed out.

What exactly was he Waltzing into?

Last thing I heard, he's a bookie's runner.

He had this bagman all staked out.

A runner in Potrero?

Yeah. What do you know?

Singer got a bullet this morning.

- No kidding? - Uh-huh.

Is he hurt bad?

He's dead.

I knew it!

I told him! I told him he'd get himself killed

messing around with those big-time bookies.

What makes you think it was a big-time bookie?

Gotta be.

Lew figured that the scored come to somewheres over 50 G's.

You know the name of this bagman?

Some kid.

Singer said he'd be an easy mark. Whew!

I just didn't want to hear anymore.

You just don't fool around with the big boys like that.

II

DISPATCHER: Inspectors eight-one.

We have the occupant check you requested

at 323120th Street.

Inspector eight-one, I'm copying.

The occupant at that address is a Martin Karlinsky.

- That spelling is... - I know. (chuckles) I know.

Thanks a lot.

Vice said it had to be a multiple book, huh?

Yeah. At least five or six.

Ain't nobody in that neighborhood with 50,000 bucks.

Any names?

Yeah. They gave me three.

Uh, got a Johnny Marks on the East side,

Glen Dempsey on the West, Joe Grady.

You know, your friend's grandson's running

with some awful rough company

if he's running book for these guys.

Well, if he's anything like his grandfather,

he'll be loaded with pride.

Put that together with the Potrero, a pregnant wife

and the cost of living today,

I think it's just possible he was looking for some easy money.

So was Singer.

Yeah, he didn't get it, did he?

And I don't think the kid has it, either.

How do you know?

Well, he went to see Alex in jail.

He didn't mention it to me when he was there.

Then Alex went to his house before going home,

then he went out in the alley looking for something.

So maybe Singer lost it on the move.

You mean the money?

- Yeah. - Oh.

We don't have it, do we?

Martin's wife was all upset about something.

So was Alex.

Well, I'll bet if they didn't get the money,

they got good reason to be upset.

- Yeah. Turn off on the next turnoff. -Yeah.

(ringing)

Marty?

- Yeah, sweetheart. - Oh, where are you?

I'm downtown.

- Marty... - Chris, listen to me.

These guys are on my back.

I don't know how long I can keep ahead of them.

You didn't find the money?

No. I don't know where else to look.

Alex was here.

They let him out? That's good.

Marty, go to the police. Tell them the truth.

Look, I can't show my face until I get straight with Dempsey.

Marty?

Marty?

Marty...

(knocking)

Marty?!

STONE: Mrs. Karlinsky? This is the police.

Open the door, please.

(knocking continues)

This is the San Francisco Police Department, Mrs. Karlinsky.

I'm Lieutenant Stone.

CHRISTINA: Stone.

Uh, you're the friend of Victor and Alex?

Yes, I am. And we'd like to talk to you for a moment.

- This is Inspector Keller. - You're looking for Marty.

Is he here, ma'am?

No, he isn't. I don't know where he is.

I was just talking to him, but he didn't say where he was.

He just said "downtown"!

Take it easy. Take it easy. Here, sit down.

And he just stopped talking.

Can I get you something? A glass of water, maybe?

No, I don't want a glass of water! I want my husband!

They're after him!

They're gonna hurt him.

Who's gonna hurt him?

People he was working for.

Do you remember if it was a name like Marks or Dempsey?

Dempsey!

He didn't mean to hurt anybody.

That man tried to take the money away from him,

and Marty just tried to keep it.

He didn't mean that gun to go off.

And you just had your husband on the line?

Yes. Oh, my God, they must have found him.

Well, the other one's off the hook.

We'll put a tracer on it.

Get an address on Dempsey, too.

Let's pay him a visit.

Hold it. That's enough.

How about it, kid?

I don't want your blood, kid. I want the box.

Look, I swear...

I don't know where the money is.

I already told you, I don't want the money.

And if the money was the most important thing,

you'd be at the bottom of the Bay,

and I'd write you off for income tax.

I want the notebook, kid.

Now where is it?

I don't know!

What are you trying to tell me, kid,

that it disappeared into thin air?

Now let me tell you something.

The names in that book are all the bookies in my district.

And I get my cut out of their operation.

That means an awful lot to me, kid.

Is it worth your life to you?

Now who you dealing with?

No one.

They picked up an old man, right?

The cops booked an old man.

Then they let him go.

You and the old guy, you work this rip-off together?

No.

We'll see. Shelby, you know where the old guy lives?

I can find him.

He doesn't know anything.

I already asked him.

Not the way they will.

Alex!

Hey, everybody, Alex, he's home!

Alex!

NADIA: Alex!

It's good to see you!

Alex, are you all right?

No, no, sit, sit.

Yes, yes, Nadia, I'm fine.

Oh, and thanks for the fruit. Was delicious.

Excuse, please, everyone.

I have to speak to, to Victor.

Victor.

How come they let you go, killer?

Victor...

VICTOR: What were you doing,

trying to be a hero all of a sudden?

I tell you, it's a lucky thing for you

Mike Stone pulled you in, and not some cop who could see

right away you are a natural-born killer.

Listen, have you seen Martin?

Marty? No.

I went to his apartment.

I went everywhere I could think.

Why are you suddenly looking for my grandson?

What about his friends?

You know who they are?

Where I could find them?

What are all these questions?

I should give you all these answers

and you don't even give me one all day?

Victor, this is serious!

Shooting a man isn't serious, eh?

What's going on here, Alex?

Alex? Are you my friend?

Better we should be enemies than I tell you, believe me.

- Alex... - First...

you must promise not to get angry.

- I won't get angry. - Shh.

Let's come upstairs.

Two cops just walked in. They want to talk to you.

All right, all right, all right. I'll take care of it.

In the meantime, you keep him quiet.

KELLY: Right.

(grunts)

You little fink!

You rat! Dirty...

Drop it!

KELLER: Hold it!

MARTY: He sent two men after Alex.

They think he's got their money.

He's an old man. They're gonna kill him.

Get on that phone, Steve.

Backup units at the boarding house,

and get someone here to take these bums downtown.

Yes?

We're looking for Mr. Zabatak.

Is he here?

Are you saying my grandson is a gunman, a killer?

It was an accident.

Marty tried to get the gun away from Singer, and bang!

It went off.

He's a good boy, Victor.

But I think he works for some bad men.

Mr. Zabatak?

Zubatuk.

Look, back inside.

Uh... uh, look...

No, but...

STONE: I want those units stationed at...

Jefferson and Croft, White and Croft.

DISPATCHER (on radio): 10-4, eight-one.

Turn right.

It's not here.

You see...? No shoe box.

We never took it.

And you never took the $50,000

or the notebook, either... did you?

$50,000 is missing?

You that tired of living, Pop?

No, no, no, no. Now wait.

Don't-don't kill. But, um, stop.

L- -I'll tell you.

We buried it.

Out back, in the flower garden.

We did that.

Victor!

You gone crazy?

Do you want to dig, or you want to die?

Dig-

Well, now that's a little better.

Well, come on.

Let's get started.

Come on.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

SHELBY: Come on, hurry it up.

Come on.

Come on, Pop, move.

This way.

SHELBY: Where?

My grandson, is-is all right?

He's all right. Now, where is the box?

Uh... there.

Where?

Here.

Dig!

Victor!

Victor, what are you doing there?

- Digging. -(police siren wails faintly)

Not in my garden!

Stop it, Victor!

You just keep quiet, lady, that's all.

Keep digging-

(siren grows louder)

(tires screech)

Hey, they stopped out front!

Out here! In the back!

Mike, back there!

Two men!

STONE: Come on, get outta there!

Get around here. Come on.

Now you read 'em their rights, and take 'em downtown.

I don't have it, Marty don't have it,

the police don't have it, the men don't have it.

It must be here someplace.

It has to be.

I just couldn't find it before.

Well, somebody must've picked it up.

No. No.

Nobody was here but me.

Look, Marty and Singer was here.

- Like so. - Yeah.

Singer is shot.

He stumbles back.

And on... and on...

and falls on the car.

So?

So, when I came, he didn't have no shoebox.

Nor Marty, neither.

Marty I guess was right.

He must have hide it someplace.

Or dropped it. Give me your cane.

What?

- The manhole. - What about it?

- It's covered. - I can see that.

You can see but you can't remember.

ALEX: What?

You're an old man, so you don't remember.

You don't remember they was working here.

It was open... Give me your cane.

Don't break it.

Grunting}? Pick up'.!

Pick up...

(grunting)

Come on, hold it. Pick up.

ALEX: You'll just get dirty, Victor.

VICTOR: Alex!

ALEX: What?

You found it, Victor!

You found it!

We found it.

Look, Alex...

I'm looking!

- VICTOR: Look... - Yeah...

Come on.

We have business.

(Victor chuckles)

- What do we do now? - We call a lawyer.

The best lawyer this money can buy.

Good. Who?

I don't know.

Operator, I want to find a lawyer.

A good lawyer.

City Bar Association? That's fine.

Give me the number, please.

STONE: Victor...

You can't hire an attorney with that money.

It doesn't belong to you.

And besides, Martin won't need a big-time lawyer.

Mike, what does that mean?

Uh, well, what that means is if Alex will corroborate

that the shooting was an accident,

then he'll only be charged with running money

for an illegal bookie.

Would he still go to jail?

Well, that depends upon a judge.

But, he doesn't have a record, he's helped us...

Mike, what if somebody had something

more important than money?

Would your D.A. make a deal?

Alex, Martin said that there was a notebook in this box.

Do you have it?

- A notebook? - Yes.

- Is important? - It's very important.

It has the names of all the people

who make book for Dempsey.

Is important to the D.A.?

The one who might still want to send Martin to jail?

Alex, listen closely.

I'm telling you it is very, very important.

Who's he calling?

I'm calling the district attorney.

You want to talk to Mr. O'Brien, don't you?

Mike...

I didn't say I had the book.

I said what if...?

I can be back here in an hour with a search warrant.

It's ringing.

Give me that.

Hello? Mr. 0'Brien's office?

Let me talk to Mr. O'Brien.

I'll do it.

I'm the one who found the book.

What do you mean, you found it?

I found the book!

You found the box.

I opened it.

I found the book.

Hello?

Mr. O'Brien?

Mr. Gerald O'Brien?

Who's calling?

Alex Zubatuk.

That's Z-U-B-A-T-U-K.

You get the money?

- Here it is. - How about the book?

The book?

Yeah, the book with the names of the people

who were running Dempsey's action.

- Did you see a book? - A book? I don't know.

What does this book look like, this book?

Ah ha. Ha ha ha.

I suppose you don't know about the deal

the old man wants to make, either, right?

Are you talking about Alex Zubatuk?

He wants to make a deal?

That's right, he says he'll give me the book

if I'll consider dropping all charges

against his friend's grandson.

You're kidding. Well, if you get the book,

that means you get to clean up the whole West side, right?

Right again.

You two fellas always just hang around

after you crack a case, don't you?

Isn't that funny? We were just talking about that.

We were saying, "Why's a big money man like Dempsey

worried about a small bundle like this? Huh?"

And I think you solved it for us.

You really did. Don't you think so?

I think that's the reason.

- I do, yeah. - Yeah. So do I.

STONE: So what are you gonna do?

Well, to tell you the truth, Lieutenant,

I was about to ask Mr. Zubatuk who gave him the idea.

But knowing how tall he can spin them,

I think I'm going to forget about that,

and just try to make the best deal I can

before he ups the ante.