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You know the foggy one.

♪ I was a young man

♪ a bachelor,
I lived all alone ♪

♪ I worked at
The weaver's trade ♪

♪ and the only, only thing
That I did that was wrong ♪

♪ was to wed a fair young maid

I got to check on something.
Keep on singing.

All right, police. Hold it.
Put your hands up.

Hey.

Wait.

Oh.

I been killed.

I got your message.
What do you say?

Are you telling me that the
Perpetrators totaled the victim

With sandy's own gun?

Well, yeah.

Hey, lieutenant,

These guys did a cha-cha
On sandy's head.

Why don't you
Wait until he's finished

Before you take his statement?

Or better still,

Would you two like
To ghostwrite it for him?

Just as I thought.
You smell like a distillery.

He's dead, theo.

Little tommy fallon's dead.

He's the best buddy
A guy ever had.

Went six rounds with willie pep
In the old gardens,

You know that?

When he was young,

He had the fastest hands
In brownsville.

Okay, we hoisted a few.
I was off duty, wasn't I?

What hell kind of an answer
Is that--on duty, off duty?

You're pie-eyed,
A civilian's been blown away,

The hondos are off and running,
And you lost your hardware.

I lost more than that, theo.

Hey, lieutenant,
Go easy on him, huh?

Easy?

Wasn't for you boy scouts
Protecting him all these years,

He wouldn't
Be in the jackpot he's in now.

Flopped.

18 years on the force
And no straight-arrow stuff

And right back in the bag.

What'd you expect?

Did you really think your
Testimony would turn the trick?

With what the shooflies dug up,

You're lucky you weren't named
A co-defendant.

Theo, I am not judging,
But the man is an alcoholic.

He was so juiced
Last tuesday night,

He couldn't even provide
A working description

Of the guys
That whacked his pal.

Frank, he was off duty.

Do you know how many
Citizens' complaints

We've had against sandy
Alleging excessive zeal?

How many disciplinary hearings
He's finessed?

Shouldn't the plus factor
Of a man's career

Be weighed against
The evidence?

Why don't you check
His arrest record?

There aren't ten men
In manhattan who could top it.

Okay, maybe he's had more than
His share of beefs,

But nobody's ever accused him
Of skimming

So much as an egg cream, frank.

Which is why they didn't just
Hand him a tin cup

And kick him loose.

Ripped out of a uniform.

That's a slap on the wrist,
I suppose.

No, but at least he didn't
Lose his pension, theo.

Look, if he keeps
His nose clean,

In two years,
He can pack it in.

I was in captain brennan's
Office up at the old 2-9

The night he pinned the gold
On sandy.

The grin on that man's face,

You could've lit up
Shea stadium with it.

You know,
To take away his potsy

And swap it
For a patrolman's baton,

You know something, frank?

It would've been kinder
To shoot him on the spot.

Don't take it so hard,
Skipper.

It had to happen
Sooner or later.

- we both knew that.
- oh, yeah?

Sure, we did.
Why kid ourselves?

When lucille died,
I climbed into a bottle.

I been receiving
My mail there ever since.

Back to rattling doorknobs.
Ain't that something?

Checking the glass just like
Some fuzzy-cheeked rookie

Fresh out of the academy.

Not that I intend to be
In harness long enough

To lose the crease in my blues.

Maybe I had to have a building
Fall on me to get the message.

But I got it.
I'm off the sauce.

I haven't touched a drop of
Anything stronger

Than tiger's milk
Since the shooting.

Not to myself, to the force.

I owe this much to that
Little fella tommy fallon.

It was my piece
That cut him down,

And it's out there somewhere
In the city at this very minute.

Tell them not to retire
My gold shield yet.

I'm coming back to pick it up.

Sandy, don't be a chump.
That's a sucker's game.

And you're too old
To tilt at windmills.

You take my advice. Coast.

Two years.
You could phone it in.

I can't do that, theo.
I'm not built that way.

I know the odds. What other
Flops have had a second chance?

I've still got my smarts,
My street contacts, my stools.

A uniform and a foot post
Doesn't put me in siberia.

One for the grandstands,
That's all I need,

And the p.C. Will have to
Reinstate me.

See you.

All right, sergeant hearn,
Move them out.

Gentlemen, take your posts.

Not you, officer beach.
You come along with me.

I know the way, captain.
I ought to.

I been covering that territory
For the last six years.

No doubt.

Nevertheless,
We'll do it my way,

If it's all the same with you.

I believe in
Speaking my mind, beach.

Saves time and avoids a lot of
Future misunderstanding.

I don't like detectives.
Never have.

It's the boys in blue
Who do the scut work

While you high-kickers hog
The limelight.

Puts a big lump
In my breakfast oatmeal.

But I'll tell you, hotdog,

One thing in the world I got
Less use for than a detective,

It's an ex-detective.
You receiving me?

- loud and clear.
- that's good.

'cause I wouldn't want to have
To taxi to work every morning

Just to make sure
I was getting my message across.

You get the notion that
Thanks to your hooks upstairs,

You're in on a pass

And you can just coop your way
To retirement, forget it.

No dogging it
In my precinct, mister,

And no showboating, either.

Guess you been wondering why

A veteran of your years
And experience

- wasn't assigned to an r.M.P.
- you're the c.O.

- you're a lush.
- what do you mean?

Put you in a blue and white
With an another officer,

Next thing I know, I'm buying
Part interest

In a funeral wreath.

It's your funeral wreath,
I don't care.

It's your partner's,
That's gonna smart.

Now, with a foot post,
You're on your own.

This beat's got the highest
Crime rate in the precinct.

Turn up bombed,
They'll eat you alive.

Malloy, this here's
Your relief: officer beach.

Get in. I'll haul you
To the house.

Hey, captain, I appreciate
Our little talk,

But don't sweat it
On my account.

As a shave-tail rookie,

I raised my first set of bunions
On this beat.

It didn't bury me then,
And it's not gonna whip me now.

Hi, bunky. How you doing?

♪ bad, baby

♪ mama, mama, mama

Ozzie, baby.

It's me, sandy b.

Hey, detective beach.

Hey, papa got the word.

Told the sucker, "Uh-uh.
Must be some kind of shuck."

But it ain't no bull, huh?

They really got you
Pounding these tiles again?

What they got and what they
Get are two different things.

That's where you come in,
Old buddy.

You're gonna fly me
Off this block.

Me? How I gonna do that,
A nowhere turkey like me?

Don't jerk my chain, ozzie.

If I had a nickel for every time
You played lookout

For some wildcat safe
Or loft knockover,

I'd be soaking up the sun
In miami.

I could've reeled you in
Years ago,

But I was trolling
For bigger fish.

That don't mean
I won't roll over on you now.

I'm so hungry,

I'd throw the net over
Father malachi's bingo game.

Hey, baby, I ain't said no,
Did I?

It's cool, baby.

What you want? Let me know.
I do what I can.

What do you know about
Three warehouse boosters?

They were wearing ski masks.
That ring any chimes?

Nothing jingles,
But I got a whole lot of nose.

Use it.

Five more bills
If it comes up cherries.

♪ well, well, well, well,
Well, well, well, well ♪

♪ well, well, well, well

Okay, rogaz, come on.
Go. Let's go.

Come on, move.

- come on, move it.
- come on, get in there.

- move it.
- let's go. Let's go.

Cannon too.
It's already wasted two men.

- yeah, why press our luck?
- yeah, right.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

It's a free country.

I stand
On my constitutional rights.

I can park my cart
In front of any store.

- we know. Any store, right.
- anytime I want.

- look, wait a minute.
- let me ask a question of you.

- what's wrong with competition?
- yeah, we have a little--

Hey, beach.
You okay, beach?

If it's
More than you can handle,

We could always call out
The tactical squad.

- I can manage it fine, captain.
- glad to hear it.

It's the commissioner's
Wedding anniversary.

I'd hate to spoil his day.
Take off.

Now listen, you two.

We're gonna settle this thing
Once and for all.

You're gonna move this
Around the corner...

I'm an american,
And I want to talk to clements.

Don't tell me be quiet.

What do you mean,
Don't tell you be quiet?

One slug
Right in the old aorta.

Ballistics is doing a trace.

Mm-mm-mm. Jack baker.

A familiar face,
Tall and sundry.

But how come
He's so rigor mortis, crocker?

A deuce at green haven
On a felonious assault.

Back among his peer group
Less than a month,

And here he lies, dumped in
The wilds of central park.

- gives one pause.
- it do?

Paperwork, junior.

A lot of bureaucratic nitpickers
Are gonna be asking why.

Got the answer, hmm?

Well, I don't.

Police! Police!

What's the matter with you,
Kid? Are you crazy? Huh?

He tried to rob me, officer.

He said he'd slit my gizzard
If I didn't come across.

Listen, you take off,
Cockroach.

If I ever catch your bottom
On my beat again,

You'll wish your brother
Were an only child. Beat it.

Aren't you even
Gonna book him?

I do that, I have to make out
An arrest report.

You got papers for that .38,
Mr. Persky?

Well, that's my point.

Suppose that was figured
In the commission of a felony?

Suppose they killed somebody?

Such a bargain,
How could I say no?

A gallon of muscatel
Is all it cost me.

Three times I was held up
Last year.

And you want to
Protect yourself.

I understand that,
Even if I do say so myself.

But the next time,
You get a permit, okay?

And you purchase a handgun
Through authorized channels.

You better give me that.

Under the circumstances, huh,

We'll just say
It never happened.

Thank you, officer. Thank you.

Now look, this wino,
We talking about bunky ott?

Yeah.

We know that in the past,

Baker found employment
From time to time

As an enforcer
For these various loan sharks,

But apparently without it
Forming any lasting family ties.

Which means there's
A better than even chance

He's drifted back into
That line of endeavor

Following his release
From green haven.

But in a city
Full of shylocks,

Where do we begin, frank?
Will you tell me?

Where do we begin?

- hey, lieutenant.
- yeah. What do you want?

Ballistics report on the slug
They dug out of jack baker.

It was fired from
Sandy beach's .38.

So they come barreling
Out that side door there,

And they head on down the alley.

They stop just long enough to
Get rid of their masks and such,

And then they all pile into
A cab, away they went.

And that's all you saw, bunky?
That's all you can remember?

Unless you'd like
The license number.

Huh?

Surprised you, huh?

You figured that
Old bunky's brains

Got to be so pickled by now,
He'd be doing well

If he put two words together
With taking a nap in between.

Well, that's all you know.
Used to be an accountant, sonny.

Couldn't tell you
What day it is, maybe,

But I never forget nothing
That's got to do with numbers.

3-4-2-0-ti.

Yeah, that's it--
3-4-2-0-ti.

A felony's been committed.

Obviously a hold-up, and
It's not reported to the police.

Why?

Had to be something
Pretty heavy, sandy.

It don't take three hoods
To knock over a dentist

And an answering service.

Yeah.

You wait for me
At delany's bar, all right?

You understand?

Yeah. Do anything for you?

Yeah. I'm checking on
A report of a disturbance

In one of the offices here.

You wouldn't know anything
About it, would you, sir?

News to me. You?

Well, thanks anyway.

It's probably some patient
Screaming bloody murder

When the doctor showed him
The bill.

Buy you a drink,
Officer beach?

When I got it, I'm the last
Of the big-time spenders.

I want you to think, bunky.
Think really hard.

Three of them.
Can you describe them to me?

Were they tall, short,
Fat, slim, young, old, what?

Young, yeah.
Yeah, young.

Medium-size. Ordinary.

I don't know.
So much is going on.

Everything is happening so fast.

Would you recognize them again
If you saw them?

One I might.

- what?
- the one I might.

He had a big scar on his hand.

Yeah, this is
Patrolman lyle beach,

"D" section,
Manhattan south division.

I need the registered owner
Of a new york city hack,

License number 3-4-2-0-ti.

- what's that for?
- silence.

What we talked about here

Never goes no further,
You understand?

Now, if word comes back to me

That you been running off
At the mouth,

You're gonna see a side
Of my disposition

That's not very nice.

Beach!

I just stepped inside
For a personal, captain.

Now, maybe you got
Cast-iron kidneys, but I don't.

And if you doubt my word,
Whistle up the relief,

And I'll trot over to bellevue
For a blood test.

Sure, and if I caught you
With your hand in the poor box,

You'd swear up and down
It was done with mirrors.

I got your number, mister.
One week. That's all I give you.

Do you mind if I preempt

Five minutes
Of that week, captain?

I want to ask patrolman beach
A few questions

In relation to
A homicide investigation.

Far be it for me to impede the
Wheels of justice, lieutenant.

Go ahead, take off.

Uhh. Could've been worse.

You could've been married
Into his family.

Every time I turn around,
He's taking another look.

Theo, I've got hookers
On my beat

That don't cruise this turf
As much as he does.

Homicide, you said.
Tommy fallon?

Could be related.
Here, jack baker.

Any chance that this
Heist artist might be the guy

Who blew away your buddy?

I don't honestly know. Why?

He got took off yesterday
Sometime with your gun.

Baker, huh?
What's his m.O.?

The usual goon artist
For hire.

But according to
His yellow sheet, you know,

Warehouse heists
Are not his cup of tea.

But in today's
Depressed labor market,

Who can tell?

Two stiffs courtesy of my .38.

Boy, that doesn't butter
My chances for reinstatement,

- does it?
- sorry, sandy.

But look, if anything breaks,
I'll keep you posted, okay?

See you.

Hey, ozzie, what can you tell me
About rogaz?

Rogaz? Superfly loan shark.

Dude's got hisself a walk-in
Somewheres on the block.

Deals in lots of trade.

Lower manhattan
Savings and loan. I been there.

You already know?
Then what'd you ask me for?

Because of what I don't know.

Is jack baker
On rogaz's payroll?

- yeah?
- rogaz?

Three kamikazes knocked over
Your place yesterday morning.

They creamed jack baker
And swung with a bundle.

You move your fanny,

You'll find one of them
Noshing at the select deli.

There's a cab parked outside.
License number 3-4-2-0-ti.

That's your boy.

Forget the ball game.
You got work to do.

Let's us go somewhere
Nice and quiet

And have ourselves
A little chat.

Now.

- who are you? What do you want?
- you made rogaz.

Where'd you stash that money?

Hey, slow down.
Slow down, will you?

- what are you trying to do?
- are you crazy?

You're going 50.
You're gonna kill us.

What are you doing?

Slow down.
The cops'll see us.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Slow down!
Slow down, will you?

What are you, crazy?

Watch out for the car.

Police. Hold it.

11th precinct
At 43rd and sixth avenue.

It's a 1013. Assist patrolman.
Units responding.

This is 7-2-3.
10-4.

Can you talk?

What happened?

Skipper, I wish I knew.

Damn well makes two of us.

Open. Mm-hmm.

Now I'm gonna
Have to change the dressing.

Hey, knock it off, will you?

Go give somebody a sponge bath
Or something.

- I got some personal business.
- but your shoulder is--

My shoulder can wait.
This won't.

Go on now. Take a stroll.
Take a stroll.

Beat it.

Dr. Ebhardt to g-y-n.

Oh.

I'm telling you,
I was just a passenger, man.

Cab stops at a red light,

This dude jumps in
Waving a cannon,

Orders the driver
To take him uptown.

- that's all I remember.
- oh.

Well, if that's so,
How come this .45 cannon

Turns up in the backseat
With your prints all over it?

And how come, corky, if you were
Just a paying passenger,

The meter flag was up
Instead of down?

What do I know?

You're leaning on a man
With a head injury.

Ain't you never
Heard of amnesia, cop?

Sure. I also heard of
Post-nasal drip.

You got that too?

Maybe I can unscramble
Your memory.

Corky cummings--
17 priors, 4 convictions.

Widely rumored to be
A syndicate button man

And erstwhile enforcer.

Fascinating.

Ain't it? Eh...

But you know what's even more
Fascinating, corky?

On two previous occasions,

You were collared in the company
Of one jackie baker,

Now deceased.

Now, would you care to comment
On that, dearly beloved corky?

On your gravestone,

That's where you'll find
My comments, cop.

You naughty boy.

An officer phoned earlier.

Said it was just
An unfortunate accident.

Such a nice tenant,
Poor mr. Patton.

You'd never know from
His manners he drove a cab.

Oh.

Oh, my...

But the door was locked.

Apparently the window wasn't.

Well, who would do
Such a terrible thing?

I mean, for what possible
Reason? I don't understand.

Roger patton lived here
For six months, mrs. Wetzel.

Surely you must know something
About his personal life.

Tell you the truth,

I don't pay that much attention
To my tenants, officer.

I just take a phone call
For them now and again.

I took one for him last night.
After dinner, it was.

- last night? From who?
- he didn't leave a number.

He said mr. Patton
Would know where to reach him.

Was schu-something.
Schulman. Schulberg.

Schuster. That was it.
Schuster.

His clothes are gone too.

I just don't understand it,
Lieutenant.

Whatever could've possessed him?
A man in his condition--

Hey, nothing to become
Unglued about.

I got bored.

I snuck down to the rec hall
To play a little pool.

Dr. Zystrom
To the pathology lab.

I tell you to toss
Patton's pad,

And what do you come up with?

An address book.

I send you to the fish market,
You bring me back a leg of lamb.

I want my money.

I want to see
Them gonifs laid out

With pennies on their eyes.

Lousy address book.

Not a name in it.

You couldn't run for councilman.

Except that one, maybe.

Initials "L.S."

Phone listed
To a park avenue shrink.

Paul unger.

What's that mean?
What's the connection?

- I don't know.
- don't tell me you don't know.

Find out.

Patton's dead,

Cop's been burned,

Corky's in the hospital
Under police guard,

And I'm out 100 gs.

Well, I want it back.
You hear?

Nobody's gonna hit
A bank of mine

And live to pile up interest.

Nobody.

Well, I hope you're satisfied.
The wound is bleeding again.

Open.

That's nice. They should've
Sent it to knucklehead.

What happened to your brains?

That slug had been
A couple inches to the right,

You know they'd be
Measuring you for a halo?

Take it easy.

Your little
Off-duty vaudeville tour's

Gonna win you a commendation.

I can think of more
Fun-filled ways to earn one.

What's happening on the baker
Icing? Making any headway?

Good question.
We've added a fresh wrinkle.

But what it signifies,
I'm not sure.

Turns out that goofball
We pried out of that cab--

Well, he was a kissing cousin
Of baker's.

Wow, that's heavy.

If that's so, the most
Mind-bending coincidence

Is my showing up
At the accident.

I thought about that.
I thought about it a lot.

You know, you and me, we clocked
A lot of time between us, right?

And if you had something going,
I figured you'd clue me in.

- huh?
- something going?

Come on, theo.

I've been beaten,
Demoted, chewed-out and shot.

I couldn't get something going

If you handed me 15 acres
Of the las vegas strip.

There's an incoming call
For you, lieutenant.

I told the switchboard
To transfer it to this room.

Kojak.

What is it, fatso?
When was this?

What was that address again?

Uh-huh.
Any I.D. On the victim?

Leroy schuster. I got it.
I'm on my way.

Okay.
Just caught another homicide.

At least
We're moving up in class.

This one's on park avenue.

Dr. Glover to ward three.

Operator,
This is officer lyle beach.

I want to place a call
To sergeant harry doyle,

Bureau of
Criminal identification,

New york city
Police department, yeah.

Sandy, I got it.
"Schuster, leroy.

"Male caucasian,
26 years of age,

"5'9 1/2", 160 pounds.

"Black hair, brown eyes,
Complexion sallow.

"Two g.L.A.S suspended.

"He did six months of a
One to five for armed robbery

"Drew dismissed
For lack of evidence last summer

In a suspected warehouse heist."

Does that do anything for you?

Yeah, does it say anything
There about an injured hand?

Nope.

Harry, I'll tell you what else
You can do for me.

Check on schuster's
All known associates.

Hang on.

And then I...

This must be the barracuda
You're looking for.

Nathan markowitz,
Known associate of schuster.

"He sustained an injury
To the hand

"In an accident
In the machine shop

While serving time at dannemora.
He's currently out on parole."

You got an address
On markowitz?

Sure.

Lieutenant.

The body was discovered
By dr. Paul unger.

That's him over there,
The dude with the boss necktie.

The victim, leroy schuster,

Worked for him
As a live-in houseboy.

Now, according to the doc,
Nothing seems to be missing,

So what the perpetrator
Was looking for

Is wide open
To creative speculation.

Now, the doc can't tell us
Nothing about schuster

Because the boy was only
Working for him about a week.

- lieutenant.
- yeah.

After I tossed the subject's
Room, look what I found.

Complete set
Of professional burglar tools,

This 15-shot 9-millimeter.

Kind of makes you wonder what
This guy did on his days off,

- doesn't it?
- fatso.

- yes.
- get on the horn.

I want you to run
Schuster's name past b.C.I.

And see if they hang a flag
On it.

- yes, sir.
- excuse me.

Captain.

I figured you'd rather
Hear it from me first.

- hear what?
- it's about sandy, theo.

Internal affairs received
A complaint against him

Alleging police brutality
From the mother

Of some kid he took down
With his nightstick.

Their investigation
Has uncovered a nest of snakes.

And I'm not talking about
Suspension, theo.

We're talking about
The likelihood

Of criminal prosecution.

Against sandy? For what?

Something to do with

Failing to report
The confiscation of a handgun,

Suppression of evidence
Relating to an armed robbery,

Bribing a material witness
To buy his silence.

This is crepe-hanging time,
Theo,

And the d.A. Has his hook in it.

Where you going?

Where the hell do you think
I'm going, frank?

Stay away from him, theo.
He's out of our hands.

He's not
Your responsibility anymore.

The hell he's not.

That package I left with you
A couple of days ago--

I'm here to get it.

You okay, sandy?

You look like something's been
Chewed up and spit out again.

Ah, well, a little bug juice'll
Knock the edge off that.

- oh, no, I don't want anything.
- oh, come on now.

Take it. The mick's buying.

Dr. Freeman to the pharmacy.

Real knucklehead.

Ozzie, I need your help.

Hey, man,
Are you sick or something?

You don't look too good to me.

The first thing you do

Is you call
The lower manhattan bank.

You talk to rogaz.

You tell him
If he moves his keester,

He could nail
The last-surviving member

Of that knockout team

While visiting nate markowitz
Here at the apartment.

- you got it?
- got it.

You place yourself
Strategically in a lookout post.

Fire up that banjo.

Keep on plunking it
Till rogaz shows.

The music stops,
I'll know he's arrived.

Suppose I can't reach rogaz?

Then you come back
To the apartment.

- we'll go to plan b.
- he won't come alone, you know.

No, I know that. Go on.

- want to sign this report card?
- rizzo just took--lieutenant.

Later, crocker.
Any word on sandy yet?

Well, I.A.D.'s
Ordered a pick-up.

So far, no sign of him.

Fool. "One for
The grandstands," he said.

I'd give a year's pay to know
What in the hell he's up to.

Here's the yellow sheet
On leroy schuster you wanted.

B.C.I. Just sent it over.
But it's crazy.

Sandy beach called him
A little while ago

- for the same information.
- he did what?

Schuster.
Sandy wanted to know.

Get me b.C.I.

The cop and his gat

And the leader of the gang
That pulled the heist on you.

They're waiting for you.

You can get them
If you move fast.

They're waiting for you now.

All right, troops, saddle up.

We just got lucky.

I'm telling you, man.
This is dumb, dumb, dumb.

You're gonna take on
Bingo rogaz,

The shape you're in?

He'll make kreplach
Out of you.

Listen, heat.
Use your head.

Now, I'm sitting on
100 k.

You let me walk out of here,
I cut you in for half.

If I was on a money trip,

I'd have been on the pad
18 years ago.

I want the potsy back, turkey,

And you're gonna pay
The freight charges.

Yeah, lieutenant.
Markowitz.

"526 east 81st street,
Apartment 2c."

Yeah.

Crocker, round up
Two more volunteers, won't you?

It's show time.

Saperstein. Stavros.

You recognize it?
You ought to.

It's the piece you lifted off me
On the loading dock that night,

The piece that took little
Tommy fallon out of the picture

And blew away a punk
Named jack baker.

Nobody knows you dumped it
In the alley.

As far as the rest of the world
Is concerned,

You're still packing it.

So you found your cannon. So?

So this cannon is gonna notch
Another piece.

Another stiff, maybe more.

Rogaz or whoever he dispatches
To make a hit on you,

And an off-duty patrolman,
Sandy beach,

Just happens upon the scene
And is forced to gun down

The trigger-happy
Nate markowitz.

Hey, you're crazy,
You know that?

- you're out of your loving tree.
- yeah.

I can see how
It might look that way

From where you sit.

Makes perfect sense
To me, though.

What could be more perfect

Than the man
Who is most responsible

For me losing my shield
Should help me to regain it?

You, patton, leroy schuster.

Three little nebbishes
Reaching for the big time.

There ain't one of you
Could carry rogaz's spit.

Apartment 2c, markowitz.

Officer beach is armed
And waiting.

Of course, if you was to use
The fire escape...

Mercy, mercy, mercy.

You heard the man.

Hold it! Police!
Hey, up on the fire escape!

Keep 'em high. Back off.

All right, hang on to junior.
Saperstein.

Get up. Get up!

From the looks of it,
He simply bled to death.

Sandy.

What was the hurry?