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>> A truly splendid achievement.

You can relax now, gentlemen.

We'll take it from here.

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Next.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

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>> Callum.

>> Yeah, are we kidding?

>> I never saw anyone die before.

>> You never saw this much money before.

Believe me, it'll buy a lot of forgetfulness.

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>> Hey, Lou, what's with the siree?

>> If I can get up at 6 A.M. in the morning, so can the rest of Manhattan.

>> Lieutenant, this is Captain Boyle, Turley Alarm System.

He was the first on the scene.

>> As if I didn't know.

Yeah, before he turned in his papers, Danny and I, we used to work out of

the 2-9 safe and loft.

How's it going, Irish?

>> Well, I can't complain, Theo.

Well, maybe a little bit, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

>> All right, tell me about it.

>> Well, I'm pulling the midnight, right?

So long about 4.30, we get a signal from the calibrator that they're going

to pull the cork on the jerk.

It's the proper code, so we switch off the audible alarm hookup and give the

okay signal.

But an hour later, the green light's still burning.

Now, that's a little flaky even for the calibrator.

So just to be on the safe side, I buck it on down here.

And what you see is what I found.

Those two with the yaps taped and trussed up with the clothesline.

The stiff over there and the empty safe.

Contacted your squad first, and then I called our client.

>> Prince Caribbean?

He's mobbed up with the Crespi organization.

>> Come on, Theo, he's a customer of mine.

To me, he's just a successful restaurateur.

>> Sure.

And how about Anastasia, who had to pick the right barber shop?

Oh, who says neatness counts?

>> Ripped you up, that's not her, it's metal shop.

>> Whatever, it's the guys they came for.

You take Captain Boyle's statement, would you please?

If he tries to pull any of those $5 words with you, just remind him it took

me one year to teach him how to spell "perpetrator."

I see him busy.

>> Unofficially, I'm prepared to say that to all intents and purposes, he

appears dead.

Probable cause, bullet wound.

Anterior entry, posterior exit, horizontal

trajectory, right through the old ticker.

>> Fancy that.

>> Friend of yours.

>> Friend of yours?

Bloody Crowder, all-purpose butt man, a far cry from his own turf.

Man he know knows Gargiano, another model citizen.

The other one, that's a fresh face.

>> Yeah, Nino Larocca, he's a pilgrim from

the Midwest, works for a sausage factory.

You want to talk to him?

>> No, he can keep.

>> Hey, Magenta.

Looks like you've suffered some business of reverses.

What's the damage, champ?

>> $4,801.73.

>> Would you like to try that again?

>> Well, there's the receipts, the register tabs.

You add them up.

>> Hey, I'm not talking about how many pepperoni pizzas you sold last night.

That's chicken feed.

Whoever busted into that box took your policy bank.

Would you like to crank that up in your machine or not?

>> What policy bank?

I don't know from policy, Lieutenant.

I'm in the restaurant business.

>> You are now.

>> We were strolling by, Nino, Buddy, and myself taking a shortcut through

the alley when we spotted a light in the office,

observing the fact that the rear door was unlocked.

Well, being public-spirited citizens and firm believers in law and order, my

friends and I determined to investigate.

>> Public-spirited citizens and firm believers in law and order, my friends

and I were determined to investigate.

With great caution, we entered the premises,

hoping to surprise and overwhelm the burglars.

To our regret, the reverse occurred.

Poor Buddy.

A heart like a lion, and now it beats no more.

>> I don't suppose you could describe your assailants.

>> Oh, Wavy, it happened so fast, Officer.

There were three of them, big men, masked and with handguns.

>> Yeah, well, no way.

All right, run them through R&I, okay?

And if they come out clean and nobody claims them, send them home.

>> What do you think?

>> Yeah, what do I think?

I think our three Cupid dolls were moonlighting, and then three other jokers

came along and relieved them of proceeds.

That's what I think.

>> Yeah, that's what I think.

>> Yeah?

>> Yep.

>> Terrific.

Now go prove it.

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>> Did you have to blow him away?

>> You were there.

What do you think?

Want some noodles?

>> The joint was all to a fuzz.

I knock over some one thing, a homicide.

Now that can stir up a lot of heat.

>> Page five, a couple of paragraphs.

You call that heat?

>> That's not the point.

>> What is the point, Nino?

Crowder was such a close friend of yours.

>> He got me into the organization.

>> And you repaid that magnanimous gesture by selling him out.

>> Yeah.

It leaves your Christian conscience behind some lilies.

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>> What's this supposed to be?

>> A cut, of course.

>> My God, it's 50%.

There was at least 80 G's in that box.

>> 98,643 to be exact.

>> And this 10 here, 10.

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>> I brought the job to you.

I put my bones on the line.

Don't you ever find out I crossed him.

They'll plant me in the pine barrens.

You think I'd risk that?

>> From Popsy Ten Grant?

Come on, Nino.

You betrayed your paisan.

Why should you expect better in our hands?

>> Does your sister know about the royal hosier you've given me?

>> Ask her.

>> You will?

>> You couldn't make it 15?

I'm on the arm of a shy farade.

It's not like you were pinched for bread.

You got a piece of Chinatown?

>> Did you hear that, group?

I'll give you my piece.

I'm throwing a set of dishes.

>> Only a scavenger preys upon his own.

50 years ago, your people realized the

folly of such counterproductive chauvinism.

They sensibly enlarged their territorial horizons to embrace the Afros, the

Hispanics, the Anglos, and the Jews.

And as a result of this enlightened policy, they are today a multi-billion

dollar conglomerate.

>> You got no beef.

We left you alone, didn't we?

>> Sure.

Because you believed us unworthy of exploitation.

>> Ah, the natives are restless, Nino.

An inevitable byproduct of ethnic claustrophobia.

The mulberry street fat cats have had things all their way for long enough.

It's our turn now.

Call it a territorial imperative.

>> You're crazy.

All of you.

Take on the Combine?

You're out of your loving trees.

>> We're so crazy.

Why is it that you're walking out of here with only $10,000?

>> Okay.

You outfoxed me.

There's nothing I can do about it.

>> Maybe you outfoxed yourselves, too.

>> Well, if you'd have dealt me an honest hand,

I could have put you in the situations that would make the Calabria rip-off

look like a dime store smash and grab.

Kick yourself, Sammy.

You had a good thing going.

And you blew it, baby.

[sniff]

You blew it!

>> No, Nino.

You just blew it.

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>> Hey, guys.

>> Hey, Captain.

>> When Captain meets Sergeant Gino Palluzzi,

would you believe Intelligence Division?

>> Organized Crime Bureau, Sergeant Gino Palluzzi, Captain Frank McNeil.

>> Sergeant. >> Captain.

>> Disconnected with the crowd of killing?

>> There may be a damn sight more, but I'll

let the sergeant put you into the picture.

Now, you talk to us as if you're talking

to kindergarten kids, you understand?

You take notes.

And listen intently, because he talks funny. He's Italian.

>> Gotcha.

>> All right, for openers, let's take a

look at our old friend Vince Caribbean here.

He's a crown prince of the West Side regime.

Ex-nightclub bouncer with smarts enough to marry the boss's daughter.

He's a real comet in his jelly beans, so you keep your eyes on him.

Today it's pizzas, tomorrow the world.

Of course, there's one small thing standing

in the way of Caribbean's ambition,

and that's his father-in-law, Joseph Crespi.

Now, you lock Crespi in a room for a couple of weeks, chances are he'd

figure out how to break an egg.

His brains is his conciliator here, Nathan Davidoff, D-A-V-I-D-O-F-F.

He pronounces it Davidoff.

All right, let's go across town here. We got Frank Scalise, affectionately

known as Don Cheech.

Now, what Genoa is to salami to Scalise is to organized crime.

Statesman, politician, field marshal, space-age Garibaldi.

He's bedridden now, but that old barracuda does more business from a brass

four-poster than a house full of hookers.

His conciliar, Ruby Kibelsky, does the talking,

but it's Cheech's mouth you're listening to.

On the right, Terry the Enforcer Fitzgerald, Scalise's personal bodyguard,

the quiet type.

He spends words like they were ten bucks a syllable.

Of course, he don't have to say much.

Before he turned 21, he chalked up more hits than Hank Aaron.

This smiling simian, Louis "Fats" Giancana, is Don Cheech's favorite nephew

and heir apparent to the Scalise dynasty.

Down here, we got the troops, the foot soldiers.

Nino LaRocca, Manny "No-Nose" Gagliano, and the late Buddy Crowder.

Three empty suits trying to make their Mark in life.

All right, security they got.

The mob takes care of its own, right?

They get a couple of bills a week, an extra C-note running once in a while

for busting a couple of heads.

That's chiclets, table scraps.

They see the capos strutting around their $500 mohairs in Florida suntans.

Lights a very short fuse.

So what do they do? These jelly beans?

They moonlight, scam around looking for jobs of their own on the outside.

When they get something, they like it, they take it to the tenente.

He likes it, boots it all the way up the ladder till he gets to Cheech.

Cheech takes a look at it.

If he thinks it's time, he runs it out.

If he likes it, he grabs a phone and calls the office and without so much as

lifting a pinky, he's on the grabski for 60% of the take.

You're saying Don Cheech knew about the pizzeria score, that he actually

authorized it?

Of course he knew, Frank.

You think these yo-yos would have gone in on their own?

He'd have their head on a half shell.

Yeah, but to approve a hit on one of Crespi's spots, that's an open

invitation to a gang war.

It is now, but it wasn't going in.

They had the alarm key.

They had the code signal.

What could go wrong?

The only way that Karimian could have found out about it, if they'd let us

an autograph.

You're damn well Don Cheech knew.

And that's exactly how it would have gone down.

If these three bimbo freelancers didn't turn up and turn over the pushcart.

All right, if you can figure that much out, so can Crespi.

Yeah, why do you think we're all a Twitter?

We're sitting on a bomb, Frank.

See, it's Crespi's move now and he knows his son-in-law's watching.

He's not too eager to call up the troops after all.

Scalise's army outnumbered says three to one, but he's got to do something.

Otherwise he's a lame duck.

What about Don Cheech? What's his move?

I guess.

He'll beat Crespi to the punch by requesting a sit-down.

They'll parley the two consuliers over Espresso and focaccia.

If it goes well, we can all take the day off.

If it doesn't, he's a proud man, these Sicilianos.

True to their Sicilian heritage.

Now, Crespi may be the injured party, right?

But unless he allows Don Cheech some way of saving face, you can kiss the

time goodbye.

Goodbye.

From Don Crespi, felicitations.

He wishes you a long life.

A long life I got already, consigliere.

You should wish me first prize in a dancing conte.

Regraziare.

Regraziare, Joey.

Grazie.

He's a... He's a deaf mute.

But I figure if a man is keeping you alive,

it don't hurt to thank him.

So what if he can't hear?

Maybe God is listening.

As I recall, you take lemon peel?

And two sugars, please.

Try the focaccia. It's from my own bakery.

So... Nathan Davidoff, you bring me a grievance.

With all due respect, Don Scalese, it was you who initiated...

Never mind who initiated.

You're here.

I'll let you two kissingers work it out.

Too much talking tires me.

I see no reason for lengthy discussion.

The issue is simple.

We are met because of the regrettable occurrence of last night.

A most deplorable incident,

which only an hour ago was brought to Mr. Scalese's attention.

He is, of course, highly desirous of averting the possibility

of any blood being imprudently spilled

as a result of the treaty violation by troops under his command.

A violation which he neither authorized nor condones.

Don Crespi will be most gratified to hear this.

You tell Joe.

You tell him for me, kid,

the perpetrators will be punished.

My oath on that.

Although he admits to no responsibility, as a matter of family honor,

Don Scalese insists on making full restitution

for the money taken from the Calabria pizzeria.

Was it Thursday?

I figure Vince was holding...

80, maybe 90 grand in policy action.

Right?

184,000 dollars and change.

And change?

You sure you didn't leave nothing out?

Well, there was the damage to the safe, of course, and the carpet.

Bam!

Something else, consigliere.

A gift from me to Don Crespi.

It arrived only this morning from Monteriggio.

A present from a distant cousin.

She don't know I'm not allowed, but Don

Crespi, he's got a constitution like a mule.

May he enjoy the marzipan...

in continued good health.

Many thanks, Don Scalese.

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Oh, I can find my way out, thanks.

Always a pleasure, Nate. Ciao.

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Are you ready for that muskel, Tony?

He knows we can't prove difference, so he Jacks up the price.

Stupido.

You know how much your bungling cost me?

You know how long I gotta wait to get

that much back from a fantocho like you?

Like our grandchildren wouldn't live to see the day.

The only reason you're not being measured for a cement overcoat right now

is because I was dumb enough to give the okay.

But in New York's choco, you're finito.

I'm sending you back to the miners.

Give him his bus ticket.

Oh, grazie, maestro.

I'm outta here, or I change my mind and drop a building on him.

What about the other termite?

La Roca, still no word. He didn't report for work today.

Then I guess we know who belched.

But out of contract.

Find Ned Schiapcola and make a crowd out of him.

(Train whistle)

Vincent La Roca, you don't look pretty.

Whoever did it, you gotta give him high marks for thoroughness.

You don't get results like this from kitchen matches.

Whatever, he was a long time dying.

What do you have on him?

Grape shot, mostly.

Broke in with Big Ed DeVorce in Chicago's Tenderloin.

Did a deuce at Joliet.

Headed back east. Hit town about four months ago.

Putty Crowder got him into the Scalise organization.

Put him on a sausage stuffer. No previous experience.

Is he rough?

You kidding? I'm gonna be drinking my meals for a month.

Never enough.

(Door slams)

Don Cheech on his place.

Business license reads Emilio Lora.

The principal shareholder is Fort Hamilton Savings and Loan.

And Don Cheech is Fort Hamilton Savings and Loan.

Lieutenant, the butcher found the body this morning.

His name is Biagio.

He looks like he just lost his breakfast.

He says the body wasn't there last night when he left.

You wanna talk to him? No, maybe later.

You got an address on the DOA? Yeah.

He's on the fourth floor of the Coe Water Flat.

Yeah, on Thompson Street, 102.

A couple blocks from here.

Send some men down and toss the joint.

All right.

If Crespi doesn't have any glass going to his feet...

All right, Sergeant, you're the expert.

Light 'em up, fire.

Is it push and shove or does somebody start World War III?

I wish I knew. There's nothing on the streets.

Who knows? Maybe we need more eyes.

Look, Gino, you think you can con OCP into full-time surveillance...

on Don Cheech, Crespi and their counsels?

You know what that'll cost?

We're into next year's budget as it is.

Oh, come on, will you, Gino?

I mean, you've been on the force 16 years, right?

You gotta have a rabbi buried someplace.

You know somebody with grease downtown?

Yeah, but I got somebody's stash... but I

was saving 'em for a rainy day for myself.

What's this, the morning dew?

Yeah.

I'll pay for the phone call.

Beautiful.

16 employees interviewed at the Las Calas Aziz Works.

Unanimous consensus. Are you ready?

Nino La Rocca.

Quiet and dusty is clean living, pure of heart.

Running for pope, he'd win by a landslide.

Oh, yeah, sure.

And here's an engaging item.

Manny "No-Nose" Gagliardo.

All available information suggests present whereabouts unknown.

Yeah.

Maybe if we all chipped in and ran an ad in the personal column.

"Come home, Manny. O's forgiven, baby."

What do you think, gang?

Maybe you sang a few bars.

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Maybe Tosla-Rocca's pad, Zilch.

In the RAM file under Z. If there's any room left.

Except for one thing, maybe.

Our pilgrim had a girlfriend.

[ Chuckles ]

Janitor?

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May I help you?

Hello, Nancy Wong? Yes.

Lieutenant Kojak, the 9th South Detective Squad.

No, no, no. You don't have to press the buzzer.

It's not necessary, Grandma.

This isn't a gambling raid. Just a couple of questions on a homicide.

Gambling, Lieutenant? I'm afraid I don't understand.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, sure. What are you making in the back? Fortune cookies?

[ Chuckles ]

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[ Chuckles ].

Said a homicide investigation.

What has this to do with me?

Yes, well, I believe you know Nino LaRocca.

Yes, I know Nino.

Oh. I see he's dead, then.

You don't seem surprised.

I suppose I'm not, really.

Some men are marked for violence. Nino was one.

Anyone could see it.

Do you know who killed him?

Well, Nancy, I was hoping you could tell me.

Actually, I didn't see that much of him, Lieutenant.

A half-dozen times, at the most.

When was the last time?

Sunday. We went to the Radio City Music Hall.

Afterwards, Nino took me to Gallagher's for a steak.

Well, did he seem different somehow? You

know, worried, confused, anything like that?

No. But I think I know what you're looking for.

Nino was a gambler, Lieutenant. A horse player.

It was like a fever in him.

Though he never said so, I could tell he was fighting a heavy losing streak.

Well, that night at Gallagher's, I ordered a Delmonico.

He had a salad.

He said he wasn't hungry, but I knew better.

Coming home on the subway, I chide him.

"We should have gone someplace less expensive," I told him.

Well, we both could have eaten steak.

"Don't sweat it, kid," he answered.

"Barney's eating mine."

Barney?

The man he placed his bets with.

Barney the Book. I don't know his last name.

Bramley.

You did very good, Nancy. Thank you very much.

If you should think of anything else, we're in the book.

Not that book. The telephone book. Thank you.

Thanks, sis. Like the man said, you did good.

I didn't tell him too much?

Nothing he wouldn't manage to learn elsewhere.

Hey, gotta split. Time to get to work.

Be careful.

Hey, I'm the seventh son of her seventh son, remember?

Barney Bear?

They sent him a box of marzipan.

The message was clear.

There could be no misunderstanding, right?

It was clear.

It was clear, so what does he do?

He sends me a stiff!

In my own place of business, hanging with the South Cheecher!

A stiff!

We don't know, Frank. We don't know for sure if it was Crespi.

Not for an absolute fact.

We don't know. Then who was it? Answer me that.

Tacare Bigneri?

Am I supposed to just sit here and suffer this insult on my honor?

You name it, Frank.

You want satisfaction, we'll get you satisfaction.

You want a body count, pick a number.

30 years ago, I don't think twice.

We got the men, we got the muscle.

We go through the West Side like a reaper through a wheat field.

Now you gotta think about business.

Is it good for business?

The whole country's in a recession.

Our profits are up 20% over last year.

It don't make sense.

It don't make sense.

Look at this.

Look at this. I can't walk across the

room without leaning on somebody's arm.

But the blood, the blood, the blood of my father runs hot.

You take a message to Don Crespi.

You tell him it's of urgent necessity that we should have a head-to-head.

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Franco, I swear to you, by everything that's sacred,

I had nothing to do with the death of Nino La Rocca.

I swore on the crucifixion.

This you must believe me.

Must?

Why must I believe?

Why would I do such a thing? For what reason?

Territory? I'm satisfied with what I got.

Do I defy the commission? I got enough problems.

From 76th Street North, I gotta pay protection to the Puerto Ricans.

Three narcotics deliveries I lost this month alone.

The grand jury has subpoenaed the books on the great northern produce.

And only this morning, Dr. Grossman

tells me I gotta have a hernia operation.

With all these problems, what do I need with a war?

The order wouldn't have to come from you.

There's men in the ranks, impatient for power.

Your son-in-law for one.

Chente, if I believed that, my daughter,

sacred as she is to me, would be a widow.

Franco, I know he has eyes in my back,

but he wouldn't be so reckless as to burn down a house to capture it.

Franco, there's a spetro between us.

I don't want it that way.

Look, I'll make a proposition with you.

In a hat, I'll put the name of my most trusted tenentes.

You pick three names, any three.

And even if they're dearer to me than my

own children, I'll honor their execution.

Angelo, ah, Angelo.

But, if not you, who?

Who?

Six, seven, eight.

Freeze!

- I'm protected. - Not from us.

- Get your wallets on the table. - Everybody move!

All right, everybody into the bedroom.

Come on, come on. Move, move!

- Inside. - Keep moving.

- Move! - Come on, get in there.

Not you, Mr. Giancana. You stay here.

Okay, Mr. Giancana, get in the trunk.

- Get in there! - Not on your life.

[Gun cocks].

[Gun cocks].

[Gun cocks].

[Gun cocks]

[Gun cocks].

[Gun cocks]

[Gun cocks].

[Train whistle blows]

- Ninth race? - No, he wasn't scratched.

Five and five. All right, one place, right?

Hi. You know the trouble with phone booths, Barney?

They got no back door.

You're standing on my foot, Kojak.

Oh, oh.

Is that your foot? I thought it was an alligator.

Imitation. Alligator is an endangered species.

Well, not as endangered as you're gonna be if you keep calling me Kojak.

Lieutenant. Every time I hear it, it sends chills up and down my spine.

Let me hear you say it. Lieutenant.

- Lou. - Lou.

- Tan. - Tan.

- Nent. - Nent.

- Altogether. - Lieutenant!

By George.

- I think he's got it. - Amazing.

I'm gonna call in. Maybe they turned up something on Gagliano.

Look, did I catch you at an awkward moment, Barney?

I mean, would you prefer I came back or not?

Oh, man, sakes.

What is this? Venting slips?

Barney. Caught with your work done.

Now, that's a bit tacky.

I thought you were working homicide.

Oh, yeah. Well, you know, I'm a man for all seas.

There's a little bit of this, a little bit of that. While away the hours.

Mm-hmm.

I see you got a lot of action on Turkish Delight.

They had the big A6 trace. They're afterdork.

Did you manage to lay off any of it?

None of it yet. That was the phone. You just interrupted it.

Oh. Well, tell me about Nino LaRocca.

Never heard of him.

What are you doing?

You know what would happen if I had the match court fired to these slips?

Every customer in town would claim a winning ticket.

You being a midtown bookie, let's see what's your take per day.

Oh! That Nino LaRocca.

- Yeah! - Sure, sure.

Now, remember, Chalkbetter.

He ran up eight yards on me before I found out he was no pay.

What could I do?

I, uh, sold this paper to a Shylock.

I had a discounted for 50 cents on a dollar.

- Hmm. It was better than nothing. - Yeah. What's the Shylock's name?

Louis Fance.

Giancana?

You know something, Barney? You're beautiful.

I mean, why don't you shove Nino LaRocca in front of the Bronx Express?

- Lieutenant. - Oh, yeah.

- Can you stand coincidence? - Yeah. Maybe once a year.

If you like Arabians, pizzeria, you're gonna love this one.

Oh, yeah. All right.

Thanks, Kojak.

Lieutenant.

Hmm. Who loves you?

[ Whirring ]

- How you doing, Baldy? - Barbecued bupkis.

Nobody, but nobody's talking.

You ask a question, any question, you get one answer, one award.

Any fatalities? Anybody hurt?

Fire marshal says no question. It was arson.

Finger hearts. Jack of clubs.

Finger hearts. Joker.

Ain't that wonderful? And they all stuck around to watch, right?

They had no choice, Lou. They were locked up in the bedroom.

Engine company had to crash through the door.

That's already half of it. It gets better.

It's a gambling casino. There's no money anywhere.

Twenty people here. Nobody spits up on I.D.

How come? There's not a wallet among 'em.

- What do you make of that, Lieutenant? - Another knock, old bar.

- Now, whose name is this joint list today? - You're gonna love this one.

Gerard Dubois.

Who's Gerard Dubois?

Little Jerry Diamond. He's a side hustler.

- Where is he? - Right over there.

Sure.

Still going for the same tailor, huh?

How many times do I gotta tell you?

This guy makes his patterns out of a cookie cutter.

- Oh, hello there. - Hello, Lieutenant.

Yeah, hello indeed. Now, tell me this, Frenchie, and this is off the record.

- Who's your banker this week? - Banker?

Oh, come here.

It's me. Remember El Greco? We used to pitch pennies together?

Huh? Who's financing the action?

- Action? What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this, Las Vegas East.

- Hey, Theo, you got it all wrong. - I'm sure I do.

No, really. I'm out of gambling.

Whoever tossed this place must have flaked me.

Of course.

No, really. I just had a few people over for some drinks, some laughs.

Some laughs? You were all in the bedroom, the airplane spinning a bottle

when the fire started, right?

- Hey, the words right out of my mouth. - Hey, Frenchie, who loves you?

You know, 20 years I've been busting your chimes,

and you're still trying to come up like a virgin. Are you ready?

Four-four the hard way, baby.

Oh, ain't I wonderful? Coochie-coo, kid.

There's a couple of paddy wagons outside. Send them away.

I want all these people taken downtown one by one.

Set up a shuttle system if you have to.

What have you got in mind, Skipper?

I don't want them congregating, rehearsing the same story.

Right now we know only two known gamblers.

The rest are all straights, wives and

husbands they're responsible to, I'm sure.

Okay, they're afraid to talk because they're afraid of scandal.

- So let's milk that fact. - Milk it how?

Well, they can't provide proof of identification, therefore, to us.

They're all John Does. Before they can be arraigned, we tell them.

We put you in a lineup, we fingerprint you,

we need three people to identify you before we let them go.

You tell them that, and you see how quickly they fall apart.

Lieutenant, sometimes you're so beautiful I could almost cry.

That's...

[Glass Shatters]

I said, Mrs. Giancana, we have your husband.

We are asking $250,000 for a safe return.

You have exactly six hours in which to raise the money.

You will be contacted later this evening

with instructions regarding its delivery.

[Glass Shatters].

In here. Is this the place?

Lieutenant Kojak, Mrs. Giancana. This is Detective Crocker.

We'd like to talk to your husband.

I'm sorry. He isn't here just now.

But then I'm sure our Mr. Bishop has already informed you of that fact.

Yes, he did. But I figured that you could help us find Lewis.

Oh, I've really no idea.

Perhaps if you could tell me what this is in regards to, I could help you.

Well, it's in regards to Nino LaRocca, recently deceased.

LaRocca?

No, that name is unfamiliar to me.

Oh, well, that's unfortunate.

Considering that his untimely death left your husband in debt to the tune of

eight big ones.

His death did what to my husband?

Eight zero zero zero, period.

Yeah, assuming that he had a break in the

vigorous because he was mobbed connected.

That still leaves interest over $1,000 a week.

And there's no way that Nino LaRocca can

make a dent in that on his take-home pay.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. I hope I'm mistaken.

Surely you're not suggesting that my husband is a usurer?

Mrs. Giancana, I'd rather take a basket weaving.

Lewis Giancana is a respected and respectable furniture manufacturer.

He's also a fundraiser for over a dozen charities.

A devout churchgoer and a devoted father.

He's also a veteran of the Korean War with a good conduct medal and a 10%

disability pension.

And you would malign a man like that with your shabby innuendos.

Me? A soldier with a good conduct medal? Never.

Would you?

But I tell you what I will do.

If I haven't heard from your husband by 7 o'clock tonight, I'll issue a

warrant for his arrest.

It's been a pleasure.

Johnny, Johnny, I think we just got lucky.

And underneath those shades, she's wearing a mouse the size of Shea Stadium.

And I'll tell you something, Sonny boy.

She didn't win that trophy in the Pillsbury Bake-Off.

The refets?

He had the quick temper and the quicker hands.

Yeah, he'd duck your grandmother before he could say, "Knit one, purl two."

And I'll tell you something else, young lock and var.

Did you notice Pretty Boy Baker, that Superfly salesman?

Straight in his tie before he escorted us into the young lady.

What does that mean to you?

It means that I should have listened to

my father and gone into aluminum siding.

Yeah, instead of him like that, yeah.

[♪♪♪]

Perhaps we have a bad connection. Would you mind repeating that?

I told you I haven't been able to raise the money.

A quarter of a million dollars.

Did you imagine I could simply borrow that out of my household account?

Mrs. Giancana, I don't care where you get it, just get it!

Hey.

Don't be a stranger, huh?

Why don't we let him go?

We made out all right in a gambling raid.

You call that making out? Calvin, we're shooting for the moon!

You want to settle for a trip to Disneyland?

But if you can't get the money, you're a lot more where he came from.

If we set him free, there won't be.

[♪♪♪].

The lady of the house is playing games with us.

Now, why would she do a thing like that?

That tramp, that lousy tramp, she wants me dead!

That lousy strike is off the job, me!

For your sake, let us all hope that you're mistaken.

Hey, come on, what kind of talk is that?

So Michelle knocks the legs off my chair, she ain't the only bank in town.

Let me call my uncle, huh? Don Cheeser get the ransom up.

I'm sorry. It's not part of our scenario.

Better tape his mouth again.

Monday, 3.45 P.M.

Operating from a tip, our surveillance helicopter got this shot.

A meeting on neutral turf between Skaliski and Crespi.

All right, Sergeant, you're our bird watcher.

Give us your instant analysis.

Crespi's smiling with relief by the looks of it.

Either he's put something over on Skaliski,

or whatever they eyeballed about, Crespi's off the hook.

If he's been given a clean bill of health, what are we left with?

Factor X, something outside the combine. A wildcat operation.

Against the wise guys? They'd have to be out there in natural mines.

No, no, no, I'm not talking about a first-class military operation.

I'm talking about guerrilla warfare.

Hit and run, fire in full, back and all that stuff.

What can they hope to gain?

I try to disemphasize. Tuesday, 2 P.M., three mass gunmen.

They walk into Frenchy Dubois' goulash joint.

Now, according to the description of four victims,

it coincides with the guerrillas who knocked off Caribbean's pizzeria.

So what do we got? All right, let's go with this hunch.

Nino La Rocca.

On the arm to Louis Fats, and in partners

with two other guys, Crowder and Gagliano,

they're in a knockover.

Let's assume we got 100 big ones in a box.

60 right away goes to the old man, leaving 40.

By the time they split it up among

themselves, Nino La Rocca's left with zats.

Nothing, not enough to play the party. So what does he do?

He gets some new partners, outsiders, renegades.

Uh-huh. Nino La Rocca's left with the lion's share.

Go on. I find this fascinating.

Well, the rest we can only speculate.

But let's say it this way. They left a couple of broad hints.

The condition of Nino La Rocca's body, right?

And then his playmates.

"Oh, we had a lot of fun knocking off the pizzeria.

Whoopee-woo, let's try it again."

"Uh-uh, don't pressure luck. My share's not too big."

Whatever, he turns them down.

And that's when they gave him the butane hot foot.

Look, they had to get Frenchy's address from somebody.

Damn sure didn't get it from the Yellow Pages.

I want to know what else he told them before

he stopped pabbing across the river Styx.

What is it, fatso?

Remember those Johns we picked up over at Frenchy's?

When we got through sorting through their I.D.s

and returning their property, this was left over.

And there's a name on his sweatband.

L.G. Ancana.

Louis Fats.

Now, how come this felt hat wasn't on his fat face?

I believe I can answer that for you,

lieutenant, if you'd like to take a ride.

Yeah, I'd like to take a ride.

Louis Fats Giancana.

Cause of death, strangulation.

Looks to be a string from a musical instrument.

Maybe a guitar.

Oh, and there's something else you may want to know.

The index finger of his left hand has been surgically amputated.

Sometime within the past 24 hours.

I checked out the registered owner.

He reported it stolen at 10 o'clock this morning

at, uh, Baxter Street off of Columbus Park.

Want to take a ride?

Sure, where to?

Where do you want to go?

Hmm, let's see.

Dead.

How? When?

Oh, come on, Michelle.

What's it matter?

Yeah, he's dead.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

What I wanted?

Uh-uh. Yesterday afternoon, three yo-yos walked into your brother's casino

and snatched Louis.

How do I know? He left his hat.

Now, Louis Fats, without his great fedora, is like Sally Rand without a fan.

Lieutenant, I have no idea of what you're talking about.

Uh-uh.

What I'm talking about, Mrs. Giancana, is

that, unfortunately for the perpetrators,

they made a lousy choice.

What they didn't know is that Mrs.

Giancana wouldn't give yesterday's garbage

for her husband's return.

Well, not knowing this, they mailed her

a finger, hoping to shock her into action.

It didn't.

And all of a sudden, Fat Louis becomes a hopeless liability to them.

He asked me how he died.

It wasn't fun.

I find this whole story too absurd to even make comment on.

I see no reason-- Shh! Hark!

I think I hear a burglar.

Detective Weaver, you check the premises for thieves.

I start with the master bedroom.

No, wait!

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you, baby?

Oh, no, wait a minute. You're all alone here.

You want us to protect you. Oh, don't bite!

Oh.

Yeah.

You're cute, huh?

You blew it, baby.

What, with the hair and the sexy nightgown

and the perfume wasn't for hubby, was it?

Now, if you were alone, you would be up to your neck

in chin straps and cold cream and curlers.

Okay, kid, do I start getting the answers now?

I'll tell you what you get.

If I don't start getting some answers, I'm

gonna be forced to make a telephone call

to Don Cheech.

You know, this Frank Scalise, he's a very moral man in his own peculiar way.

If he finds out that his nephew's wife was fooling around,

and while she was fooling around, her husband was being brutally murdered,

oh, I'll tell you something, honey, he's

not gonna send you no singing telegrams.

Can he sit down?

He looks ridiculous standing there.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Go ahead, sit down.

And smoke if you got him.

All right, yes, my husband was kidnapped.

I was informed of that yesterday before you arrived at the showroom.

The ransom was $250,000.

I was given six hours in which to raise the money.

When they phoned back last night, I told them I couldn't get the money up.

This morning I received a special delivery.

It contained a finger.

Oh. Where'd you do it?

Threw it in the incinerator.

An hour after that, I received another phone call.

I told them at that point.

I had no intention of honoring their demands.

I told them also that whatever they chose

to do with Lewis was none of my concern.

I received no further communication.

What can I tell you?

I mean, you can't arrest a woman for not ransoming her husband.

As for you, lover boy, you better catch yourself a quick polar bear

to Little America.

Don Cheech, he's not gonna hear it from

me, but when we catch the perpetrators,

the story's gonna come out.

Your solution is simple.

Get thee to a convent.

Pax Fulbiscum, baby.

What I don't get is, if the rat saw that

his old lady wasn't gonna come through,

why didn't tell the kidnappers to hit Don Cheech for the ransom?

Probably did, but they didn't fall for it.

Hey, look, when you got a good thing going, you don't advertise it.

Sure, just 'cause it didn't work the first time

doesn't mean that they think it isn't sound.

Oh, no. Next time they put a snatch on a capo, they're gonna make sure

that somebody wants 'em back.

Yeah, but won't the word get around?

Put the wise guys on their guard?

That's the pristine beauty of it.

You know, it's not only us and the IRS

that keeps the door guy in these guys.

And there's not one of them that doesn't skim off the top

before reporting their profits to Scalise.

They've all got bank accounts stashed away.

The kidnappers know it.

That's where their ransom money's gonna come from.

And until we nail 'em,

hey, baby, they're in clover.

How many members did Lucci say there are in Scalise's family?

Yeah, 700 at last count.

Yeah, I know what you're gonna ask.

Who's gonna be grabbed next?

And when is it gonna happen, right?

Yeah, sure. Tell me about it.

Over the door, Mr. Merkel, the blind man!

How about my kumquats?

What'd you say?

Kumquats! Wait!

Get out of here, Mr. Merkel!

Get out!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING).

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(BELL TOLLING).

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

I'll check it out.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BELL TOLLING).

No, you stay behind this mouth. He's a deaf-mute.

What about you, old man? You gonna give us any trouble?

No, I didn't think you would.

Get all his medicine.

(SIREN WAILING)

You get everything we need?

OK, come on, let's go.

Come on. Move.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(BELL TOLLING).

(SIREN WAILING)

What happened? Don Cheech swipe you with a bedpan?

What is it you wanted, lieutenant?

I want the man for ten minutes and tell him it's important.

Wait here. Yeah.

So what do you think?

It wouldn't hurt to grab these license numbers.

(BIRDS CHIRPING).

I'm Reuben Kobelsky, lieutenant, counsellor to Don Scalese.

I'm told you wish to see my client.

Regarding what, may I ask?

We'll do the whole number on the stairs, or you can invite me in.

Without knowing the precise reason for this visit?

Unless, of course, you've a warrant.

No, no, no warrant, counsellor.

But look, I'll let it all hang out for you.

We have reason to believe that a major kidnap effort's gonna be made

against Mr. Don Cheech and important members of his organization.

Organization? Now, what organization would that be, lieutenant?

If you're referring to my client's various business interests,

I should tell you that he's no longer actively involved,

having retired on his doctor's orders nearly five years ago.

And when you're finished with that lullaby,

would you like to give me a chorus of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?

At all events, I'm afraid I couldn't Grant

you an audience with Don Scalese just now.

He's out of town, you see.

Out of town? Where out of town?

My client did not elect to acquaint me with his travel itinerary.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

If I should hear from Don Scalese,

I'll be sure to tell him that you expressed concern over his welfare.

Concern? Hey, it'd be sneezed in his head fellow if I couldn't be concerned.

My only concern is to take his violence out of the streets

and put it back in his bedroom where it belongs.

Ciao, baby.

How long has Terry the Enforcer been Don Cheech's bodyguard?

Maybe 20 years. Why?

Have you ever known him to keep the Don out of his sight?

And you know what I think?

I think those cockamamie freelancers put the snatch on Don Cheech.

We are in receipt of their ransom demands.

The kidnappers are demanding $2 million for Don Scalese's safe return.

Now, we have 48 hours in which to comply with their instructions.

That means that we have to raise the money among ourselves.

Now, the talk that's going on in this room, it stays in this room.

- Gabish. - To expedite matters,

I've drafted a plan to facilitate the collection of necessary funds.

Each of you will be expected to meet his assigned quota.

I see if you can finesse me a court order

authorizing a taps on Don Cheech's phones,

along with the six others on the list.

How'd you come up with these names?

Three basic Ps-- Patience, perseverance, and pluck.

And a little writer's cramp.

Those are the cars that were listed

outside of Don Cheech's house this morning.

If you realize any evidence acquired as a result of those wire taps

- will be inadmissible in court. - Oh, Captain.

I'm already sitting on three homicides,

an arson, grand theft, auto, armed robbery,

breaking and entering, a couple of kidnappings.

And look, I'm not looking to bust up the mob.

I just want to grab these three colludia before they empty the streets.

You are going to need your pickaways, huh?

- Captain McNeil. - Yes, yeah, just a minute.

- Dr. Lombardi. - Yes, Doctor.

I'm given to understand the DA's office engaged

your ex-admiral Franco Scalise last summer.

Yes. And when he was too ill to appear before the grand jury?

That's what I'm interested in. The exact nature of his afflictions,

what prescriptives he might require, special medical equipment.

I'd appreciate it. As soon as possible.

Thank you, Doctor. Goodbye.

What was that all about?

Well, since Scalise is the goose that's gonna

lay the golden eggs,

I'm assuming they want to keep him alive.

He's dead. It's bad for business, right?

So maybe they snatched him in such a hurry,

they forgot to take his medicine cabinet.

Or it didn't occur to them. Either way, they gotta replace it or the old

buzzard just fades away.

Dr. Lombardi gives us a list of what they'll need.

We alert the hospitals, the medical supply centers, druggists. We get lucky.

Hell, they got to slip up sometime, don't they?

You want the rest of your potato salad?

Everybody should know I'm okay.

It ain't the fountain, Lou, but I'm being looked after.

I guess you know, when they grabbed

me, they left the dialysis machine behind.

Without that, I'm a disconnected number.

But they dug me one up someways, so I guess we're still in business.

Joey's with me, and they got him running it.

So if the char don't kill me, I guess I could tough it out.

Only nobody drag your feet. You hear me?

Just do like they say, let's get it over.

That's what you wanted.

There'll be a second helping of rice pudding

with your dinner. Put his blindfold on.

Lieutenant, where you been? I've been phoning all over for you.

I was getting a haircut.

Haircut?

We just settled for a trim. All right, what do you want?

Dig this. Four o'clock this morning, somebody breaks into a warehouse.

The Olmstead Medical and Surgical Supply.

And what do you think they swing with?

- A kidney dialysis machine? - How do you know that?

I ate a beet upside down pretty good.

- Oh, you comfortable? - Yeah.

- What's that? - Got it, huh?

That's the first dividend from the wire tap we put on Scalise's phone.

Hello?

I'm calling in reference to our conversation of this morning.

Are your people interested in redeeming the merchandise?

And at the stipulated price?

They are, provided we receive viable

proof that the merchandise is undamaged.

And in perfect working order.

Such proof is on the way to you. You may expect it within the hour.

Assuming it meets with your satisfaction, how soon would you be prepared to

render payment?

Hopefully before the day is out.

Very well. I'll call back later.

Well, at least we know they got him. And they're dealing.

He's turning blue!

You think I'm colorblind? I can see he's turning blue.

We lose him. You know what happens if he signs off. Do you?

He's not gonna sign off.

If he dies, you die. You understand me? If he dies, you die!

He's trying to tell you something. Give him a pencil. Maybe he can write.

Here.

Blood circulating through shunt. Maybe clotting shunt. What's a shunt?

There must be something that we can do.

Heparin. Anticoagulant. Astral spray. It's empty!

[phone ringing]

It's keeping them. Money's ready. Why don't they call?

I know what to do now.

Hey, your hands are like ice.

Leonard, what if I botch it?

Easy come, easy go. Come on.

[phone ringing].

Oh, yes, miss?

I'd like to have this refilled.

Of course.

Might I see the prescription, miss?

I don't have one. There wasn't time.

Couldn't you just fill it up or something?

It's the law. I'm afraid without a prescription...

Please. My grandmother's very ill. She could be dying.

Couldn't you just this once make an exception?

Well, I'll tell you what I can do, miss.

What's the doctor's name? Oh, Sellers.

Suppose I telephone him. If he gives me the authorization...

I'm giving you the authorization.

Shall we step in the back?

[phone ringing].

Oh, miss?

Maybe you could help me out. I want to buy some perfume.

Nothing expensive. Something nice.

Yes, well...

It's over there.

[laughs].

The Countess Nadir. It's a lovely scent.

Okay, fine.

I believe it's locked, miss.

Yes. I'll have to get the key, won't I?

Where's Mr. Majors? Mr. Majors?

Your boss. The man that owns this drugstore.

He stepped out for a moment.

Okay, just stay quiet. Maybe nobody get hurt.

Leonard!

Leonard!

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

You're hurt. I'll be all right.

But Nancy, you're hurt. I'll be all right. Get my bag.

But you're hurt. Get my bag. We gotta get out of here.

[gun cocks]

Lieutenant, Crocker just caught a squeal in the West Village.

A patrolman gunned down a drugstore sticker.

He just phoned me from the crime scene. Says we better get over there.

By the looks of things, the shooting's linked to the Scalizi snatch.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

For reasons I shall not go into, there will be no action tonight.

At 9.30 tomorrow morning, however,

you are to bring the money in an Atlantic

Airlines flight back to 87 Mott Street,

where you will take up a position outside a public telephone booth you will

find located there.

To ensure that there will be no mix-up, we have worked out a signal.

The phone will ring twice, then stop.

When it rings again, you are to answer it.

Is everything clearly understood?

It is.

[siren wailing]

[siren wailing]

[siren wailing].

How bad?

I don't know. He got hit in the lower abdomen.

Must have ripped out half his plumbing.

They can't tell till they take the x-rays.

What the hell? The kid's out of the Academy six weeks.

He hasn't worn out his first pair of shoes yet.

Two Orientals, male, female, early 20s, want to get a prescription refilled.

Mr. Majors, that's the owner, says he

can't do it unless he has a doctor's okay.

Out comes the Cannon, into the back room they go and fill the prescription.

The girl stays out front as a lookout.

Next thing Mr. Majors knows, she starts screaming her head off,

he gets hit on the head, lead starts flying, that's all she wrote.

Was he able to provide a description?

Nothing I'd want to go into court with.

Claims they all look alike to him.

So I'm putting him together with the sketch artist. It's worth a shot.

What makes you think it relates to the Scalise you had?

This.

Heparin. It was on the list of Don Cheech's required medical supplies.

W.R. Sellers, M.D.

Well, that's Scalise's bone doctor, right?

How come they left behind an empty bottle?

They have the refill. Who keeps empties?

Hmm.

You said they'd fall down one of these days, and you're right.

Okay, working out of the 17th. A second-grade detective named Oliver Lum.

Tell him I want to get a hold of him.

He'll be outside the Jade Palace, 289 Mott Street, in 20 minutes.

Right.

Lieutenant Kojak.

Detective Oliver Lum, robbery.

Tell her we'd like to speak to her granddaughter, Nancy.

She's out visiting friends. She has no idea when to expect her back.

I see.

Well, could she give us the name of Nancy's friends?

Hello, Lieutenant.

Nothing but bones and bristles.

Think she's lying.

She'll give up tobacco before she'll change her story.

You want my opinion?

I think she's scared.

Zipha, Fantan, Mahjong.

These are the things she understands.

But what the kids are into, that's a whole other ballgame to the old lady.

Okay, I think we'll put a plant on the place.

How? I'm not trying to tell you your business, Lieutenant.

But do you have any Oriental officers in your command?

Using plainclothes Occidentals on a plant.

I don't care how low the profile.

They'll be burnt in five minutes.

The word will be out and all over Chinatown.

Okay, Ali. Look... Sorry, can't be of more help.

I'll try to call on you again if things get hot, okay?

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

While I was browsing around inside, this fell into my pocket.

It's the girl, all right.

What do you want to bet that's the guy?

Anyway, next work.

If we can get the druggist, maybe we can

save our sketch artist a lot of trouble.

Can't you see she needs a doctor?

Why?

The bleeding stopped. The wound's been cleansed.

But the bullet's still in there.

She could get blood poisoning.

What if it was your brother instead of my sister? What then, huh?

I'd have a chance. It would be no different.

I'll be over in a few hours.

Why risk blowing everything now?

I can hang in there a few hours.

It was my gun.

It was my bullet.

It was I who shot you.

Hey.

Don't blame yourself.

I should have ducked.

The phone will ring twice, then stop.

When it rings again, you are to answer it.

Is everything clearly understood?

You sure they installed the tap on that phone booth?

Two hours ago. See how relaxed.

Yeah, well, how do you relax in the middle of a minefield?

I had to haul the druggist out of bed, but he made a positive ID of the

couple in the photograph.

It's the same pair who held them up. Now, do we get a search warrant and

raid the Jade Palace?

What for? That's the last place they'd hold up.

Any bulletins on that policeman?

He's still on the critical list. They're giving him massive transfusions of

whole blood.

They can't go in for the bullet until he's stabilized.

At 9.30 this morning...

...Ruby Kobelsky, carrying Atlantic Airlines flight bag containing two

million balloons...

...will station himself outside an allegedly out-of-order phone booth to

await further instructions.

Well, he won't be alone, because I intend to

flood Chinatown with a string of officers.

Without attracting attention? How?

Tourists. Nobody ever notices tourists.

And in Chinatown, they have an everyday

commonplace thing, practically invisible.

Yeah, good wig. Dress them like Hayses.

Cameras around their neck, sure. Why not?

Steal some plainclothes women from downtown, pair them with our troops.

See? I think he got something.

He better have. Or we're all in trouble.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[CHATTER].

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[GUNSHOT]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Lieutenant, Kobelsky just checked in.

On the schnoz.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hold it.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

I must advise you that you are the object of close surveillance.

Any unscheduled action on your part in the transaction will be instantly

scratched with unfortunate consequences to your employer.

Now, if you'll glance across the street, you will observe parked there a

Gotham City Tour sightseeing bus.

When it's ready to depart, you will append your presence to the end of the

passenger line.

On no account are you to occupy any other position.

Moreover, if any other newcomer joins the passenger ranks, the negotiations

are scrubbed.

Assuming this does not occur, you will purchase a ticket from the driver for

the remainder of the tour.

Once aboard the bus, you are to deposit the flight bag beneath the seat,

preferably a seat chosen toward the rear.

Mission accomplished. You will then disembark at the tour's next stop,

swiftly absenting yourself from the scene.

Have you any questions?

No. No questions.

Now, get on the horn of the Gotham City

Tour. I want to know their exact itinerary.

Every schedule stop. As soon as you've

got the information, call it in and meet.

Got you.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC].

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC].

Lieutenant, our subject is just boarding a sightseeing bus.

What do you want to do, pull up stakes?

No, until otherwise directed. You're to continue operations,

keeping on the lookout for Nancy Wong and her brother Leonard.

Right, got it.

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[ENGINE REVVING].

Come on.

Come on. We're gonna hang a tail on this bus.

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[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING].

Well, we're off and running.

Are we? Are we really?

Well, look at her. You think she'll live to celebrate our triumph?

Ain't none of you gonna live to celebrate it. Don't you know that yet?

You've been dead for two days.

They just ain't got around to shuffling the dike in your face yet.

Now, you too, old man.

Now, you can be dead sooner than you think.

If my brother's not back here by 11.30 with the ransom money,

my orders are to wipe you out.

He'll be back. He'll be back with the loot, too.

Then you get rid of Joey, right?

I mean, sure.

You gotta take him off his business.

He can't hear, he can't talk, but he's got eyes.

He can identify you.

I'd do the same thing in your place.

Too bad, too.

Good help is hard to find these days.

Next stop, Lincoln Center.

Then the Museum of Natural History.

Then on the east side to the U.N.

building, Times Square, Rockefeller Center.

You get all that.

Here's what we're gonna do. You gotta hold Estavros Anamis.

Tell him to get a non-description car over to Lincoln Center.

And then you gotta hold a Crocker.

And you proceed directly to the museum.

Roger. Will do.

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Estavros, can you read me?

Yo, Skipper.

Looks like Kempelsky's added a picture.

I want you to proceed directly to the next stop, you hear?

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- Dale, are you with me?

- Yeah, we got him.

- Good, okay, leave your vehicle and proceed on foot.

Keep the subjects under close surveillance, understand?

- Gotcha.

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- I think we've been snookered.

That's gotta be a decoy.

- Grab him.

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I knew this carrying light would be holding $2 million.

Here, hold this for me.

Step on it.

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Step on it.

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Move, move!

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- Okay, okay, get down there.

All right, all right, all right, slow down.

You got the money?

If there's one thing you haven't got, it's Khaleesi.

Huh?

In exactly one half hour, he'll be dead.

Five minutes later, you'll be up to your eyebrows in a shooting war.

- Cuff him and put him in my car.

- I don't care what Sammy says, I'm going for a doctor.

Even now may be too late.

- Just another 10 minutes, another 10 minutes.

If Sam's not back by then, we could get rid

of those two and fetch a doctor for Nancy.

- Oh, I don't care, no!

A full-scale canvas, every shop, every market,

every private residence, every tea house on the August moon.

And tell them to be respectful and courteous, you understand?

Just get the job done.

- What about the movie houses?

- Well, that too.

I mean, the way these cookies operate, you never know.

They probably got dined cheese in a barrel of ginseng.

- Let's go.

- All right, come on, let's go.

Leo, Gino, you stick with laughing boy.

- What have you got in mind?

- She's the tough old leachy nut,

but gotta be some way to crack the shell.

Let's go.

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- Tell her I come as a supplicant.

Tell her I realize that a wall stands between us,

that we are separated by more than language

and culture and tradition, ignorance.

And for that, I am both guilty and ashamed.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language).

- What did she say?

- She says she is guilty too.

She is guilty because of fear, and fear is the firstborn of ignorance.

- Will you tell her that I too am afraid, deeply afraid?

- Ask her if she remembers the Tang Wars on Doya Street,

when the goddess of Chinatown were red with blood.

(speaking in foreign language)

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- She remembers well.

She lost a father, three uncles, and a brother.

- Tell her in order to prevent another such calamity,

I must ask two more of her, her grandchildren.

Tell her there's a ruthless, vicious, cruel

warlord, not worthy of her protection.

But unless I save him,

killings will run the streets of our city like the plague.

(speaking in foreign language)

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- Her silence will not protect them, but condemn them.

And it's only a matter of minutes now.

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- She is asking, if she don't tell you, are you gonna find them anyway?

- Yes, grandmother, but by then it'd be too late.

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- She said-- - I know.

Me too.

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- Kill him, Darwin, kill him!

- All right, police.

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- The ambulance is on the way.

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- I believe this is yours.

- No, not mine.

- Sausage, child baby.

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- Well, he's off the critical list.

The patrolman, Fiorentino, he's gonna be all right.

- Get it?

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