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Oh, my god!

Well, looks like the mustache Boys been at it again.

That's the way it looks, boss.

So some loser gets his ticket Punched, what's the big deal?

- pete... - tracy...

Lieutenant, this is Patrolman peter orsini.

Tell him, son.

This d.O.A. Was a classmate Of mine at the academy.

It's grimaldi. Tony grimaldi.

- ralph gee's kid? - could be.

Raphaelo only had One son named antonio.

You check for I.D.?

Driver's license indicates

The victim Was giovanni falconetti,

174 houston street, Apartment 3c.

You can put it through escrow.

This is luciana grimaldi, Ralphie gee's widow.

I'd appreciate it if you'd Redball that autopsy report.

This one's family.

Get to a phone And turn out the troops.

I want a door-to-door Of the entire neighborhood.

Yes, lieutenant. Right.

Deceased apparently expired As a result of a bullet,

Fired at point blank range Into the heart.

The absence of bloodstains Tends to suggest

That the homicide Occurred elsewhere.

How's that for openers?

Terrific.

Lieutenant, Who's raphaelo grimaldi?

A living legend, crocker.

A squeaky clean straight arrow With more guts than smarts.

You know, I rode shotgun With him once.

We were both still in blues.

So, what happened?

Oh, maybe nine years ago,

Ralph's tooling home From the old two-six,

When he spots This lincoln continental

Doin' figure eights On the f.D.R.

Checks his hot sheet And gives chase.

Laid 'em off the parkway just Below the queensboro bridge.

When these two teen-aged Cockroaches

File out pitching lead,

Grimaldi evidently gave As good as he got.

The meat wagon Collected three corpses.

That would have been it, Only it turns out the boosters

Are carmine and roberto Donatello.

Franco's kids?

When they hit him with the News the old man freaked out.

He swore he'd never rest Until he buried grimaldi's son.

Who knows, Maybe it was grief talkin'.

But tony's mama Wasn't taking any chances.

She shipped the boy out To be raised

By some relatives out west.

We all figured He'd be safe there.

- well, then how... - yeah, crocker...How?

Here comes the brass.

Where's the kid?

Over here, captain.

Who's the barracuda With mcneil?

Captain bonaducce Of the organized crime bureau.

What I want to know Is what he's doin' here.

Well, how do we hack this?

Let's grab some coffee.

Yeah, saperstein,

The lieutenant wants us To toss the apartment.

You've got the address. I'll meet you there in an hour.

He asked in.

You think we run A nationwide recruiting program?

Ever since The valachi songfest

We've been scratching For a fail-safe method

Of stiffing an undercover cop Into the organization.

Four months ago we got lucky.

One of our most reliable stools Was nailed on an adw.

With his yellow sheet, If he didn't scratch our backs,

He knew he'd be spending His twilight years

Trimming the warden's hedges.

Being a sensible man, He caved.

We had our passport,

All we had to do was Select a candidate.

We combed the list of applicants

Currently in line For training at the academy

And finally narrowed it down

To the one kid who came closest To filling the bill...

Of sicilian descent, Raised out of state,

And an honor student In his class at ucla.

And the son of a dead cop.

His mother already gave, Bonaducce.

Wasn't once enough?

Enough for her, maybe, But not for tony.

That kid could have been Anything he wanted,

But what he wanted Was to be a police officer,

So we obliged him.

He was enrolled at the academy,

Given a special course Of training,

A brand-new identity And a bogus rap sheet.

We did not send him down The rapids

In a paper canoe, kojak.

We gave him the best we had.

Hey, wasn't enough.

Your stool managed To bring him into the mob?

As an apprentice butcher

At the palestrina Meat packing company,

Which is owned by Franco "Six bits" donatello.

- that was two months ago. - since then?

We've learned the hard way.

You want results, You gotta practice patience.

Officer antonio grimaldi Learned an even harder lesson.

Dammit, kojak, He knew the risks!

Something else is bugging you. Tell me, please.

Tony was in double jeopardy.

If his cover'd been blown,

Odds were they'd Simply cut him loose.

You know, the syndicate Tends to think long and hard

Before wasting a cop.

But the kid wasn't just Another police officer.

He was ralph gee's boy.

Now way they burned him. No way.

You want an audit, I'd say He was offed by a rival mob.

Oh? And where did you get that?

Because of where They dumped the body.

That warehouse is leased By umpire realty,

Which in turn is owned By franco donatello.

You honestly believe he would Deliberately deposit a corpse

On his own doorstep?

I want to talk To your stool.

That's privileged information And you know it.

If you're noodling With the notion

That he rolled over On grimaldi...

Not my drift.

I'm thinking if franco Didn't order the hit

He's gonna be waiting, Wanting some answers too.

And if I know "Six bits," He'll be asking the questions

At the business end Of a blow torch.

All right, yeah.

I'll pull my man in As soon as I can find him.

You splitting?

I've gotta see a dog... About a man.

I'm captain marvel of The new york police department.

Okay, let him in.

Tracking his dirt All over my living room.

What am I, Some kind of a lousy street punk

Who can't blow his nose Without a diagram?

Iliana, upstairs.

Papa...

Come on, Already it's past your bedtime.

I ain't gonna pay no fancy Tuition to st. Theodora's

So you can nap During your french lessons.

Good night.

And you too.

No wife of mine is gonna Play hostess to no cop.

Yes, it would be Rather declasse.

Good night, darling.

And you, the fox...

With all The high-priced answers.

So tell me, consigliore,

How come kojak Is shaking my tree?

I don't know. I'll let him in.

Lieutenant, I want it understood That my client

Will receive you Against the advice of counsel.

- oh, shut up already. - and quite frankly, this...

Get a hernia.

Well, spanky and alfalfa Guarding the gate outside,

William jennings bryan Here greeting you at the door,

And you're surprised To see me, right?

If it's any Of your business, cop,

Mr. Carver is here On a social visit.

He did me a favor and hauled My wife to the ballet tonight.

Frank, your under No obligation

To explain anything to him.

He's here, ain't he?

He sure as hell didn't drive All the way out here

To read the gas meter.

And as for those dum-dums At the gate,

I don't need no hired cannons To run pushy cops off, kojak.

I can rent a chihuahua for that. It's my family.

Living out here in the tules, I wanna protect my loved ones.

Protect, okay. What about avenge?

Oh, don't give me no smoke.

Now, if you got a package For me, let's have it.

Antonio grimaldi, Aka giovanni falconetti,

Employee of the palestrina Meat packing company

And undercover cop,

Found dead outside a warehouse On the lower east side,

A bullet in his heart, period!

Raphaelo grimaldi's kid?

On my mother's grave, kojak, It's the first I hear of it.

Uh, frank, as your attorney, I've got to advise you...

You won't believe this,

But this news gives me No satisfaction.

Nine years ago, yes. Two boys dead.

A wife dying of cancer, Can make me no more sons.

Yes, I wanted to see Antonio in his grave,

But time has changed. I changed.

I got a young wife. She can make me more sons.

And you thought...

Yeah, you did, didn't you?

If you suspected me

You would have come With more than your nose.

He was on your payroll.

The body turned up On your piece of turf.

Nobody had a stronger motive.

If raphaelo's son Was executed,

It was not by my orders.

I couldn't buy that,

We'd be having our conversation In the squad room.

The iceman, That's all I want.

Now you got ways of prying loose Information I can't get at.

I recommend you do so,

'cause until I have The answers, sonny boy,

This town won't Be fit to live in.

Oh, please don't bother.

Either I'm being set up or Somebody's sending me a message.

But who? Now I want action.

I want real intelligence.

But first I want the guts of That double-dealing lucertola

Who finessed grimaldi Into that packing plant.

Frank, I think that would Just prove counter-productive,

Because you know The organized crime bureau

Is just going to be Laying in wait.

Now they're going to be Anticipating

Your making that exact move. See?

Yeah, okay, but I'm not Gonna take your advice,

But still I gotta make a move.

Now you heard kojak. I know that hairpin.

Until he closes this case,

I'm gonna be wearing him Like an appendix scar.

Frank, listen, I've got An early filing in the morning.

If you don't need me I'll...

No, go on, drift.

Uh, darling, Well, look, look.

- he was a cop. - relax.

Darling, just relax. Well, look, look.

Three miles from here There's an old mill pond,

And all you have to do is take The camera and the blanket

And the gun and just Get rid of them there.

We'll be home free.

Dropping in on donatello Just like that.

Somebody die and leave you Your own police department?

No wonder I can't flush my snitch.

Thanks to your skin-headed Squad commander,

I'll be lucky To recover his bones!

Come on, captain.

You think I give "Six bits" anything

He wouldn't have routinely Collected from the grapevine?

And that surprise visit Put him on formal notice.

He wouldn't go near him now if You dipped the slob in platinum.

Hey, I didn't jeopardize Your stoolie, baby.

I bought him A life insurance policy.

Then where is he?

That's not the only question That's shopping for an answer.

Like why was Grimaldi's apartment tossed?

Forensic dusted the pad. You know what they come up with?

One alien palm print On a windowsill.

They also found a case For a mini-camera

With the guarantee That came with its purchase,

But no camera, no film.

Yeah?

Uh, excuse me, gentlemen,

The squad is all present And accounted for.

Grimaldi's co-workers At the packing plant

Should be grilled forthwith.

Determine who the victim Hung out with,

How he spent his leisure hours, Did he have any lady friends.

Crocker, you spoke With the m.E.

Anything we can use?

The autopsy indicates that

The deceased dined Before expiration.

Now, his stomach contents Are being analyzed.

If they can find out What he ate,

Maybe we can find out where.

Are ballistics able to give us A make on the murder weapon?

The slug was fired from a .32

With european bore Characteristics.

So far we don't have Anything on a matchup.

Stavros, What's with forensic?

Well, wool fiber Was found clinging

To the decedent's apparel,

Suggesting he'd been bundled For transport in a blanket.

Additionally, there were traces Of face powder and perfume.

Okay, grimaldi Was your boy, captain.

Don't you think it's time You contributed

A little something to the pot,

Like maybe the name Of your informant?

Scruffy sutherland.

All right, you got that, Saperstein?

Got it.

Pull his mug shot From the 52 file,

Run off a few hundred copies And put it out on the streets.

One final note.

Word's going out To every command,

Backed by the full weight Of the p.C.'s office.

Until otherwise notified, All available pressures,

However petty, Are to be brought to bear

On known or suspected Mob operations.

Translation...

That we should start to build Fires under their tushies?

Right, zap the wise guys Where it hurts,

Right in the cash register.

And the same goes For your stools.

Squeeze 'em till they sing, uh, madame butterfly.

You know, everybody Takes it for granted

That the kid was snuffed Because of who he was.

Why?

He was there To gather intelligence, right?

Now has it occurred to anyone That he might of hit pay dirt?

Excelsior! We got us a witness!

Would you come in here, please. Just step right in this way.

Thank you very much. Just right this way.

I don't think there's anything To worry about, darling,

But if you're worried I'll cancel the hairdresser.

Now, what for?

Serafina can take care Of iliana.

Just because she's staying home With an upset stomach,

Don't mean that You have to spoil your day.

Ha-ha, serafina, it was that Third helping of zabaglione.

You know, she can't handle That rich stuff.

She's delicate, Like her mama.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, darling.

Oh, serafina, I'll take that upstairs.

Well, how is our invalid?

- nothing? - I'm not going.

Going? Going where?

Away to finishing school. You think you'll wear papa down.

- well, papa is a rock. - it's for your own good.

No, cleo, I think It's for your own good.

You just want me Out of this house.

You don't love papa. Not the way my mama did.

Not the way I do. You're just...

You better take two aspirin And drink lots of liquid.

That's some temperature You have.

You are such a... Ugh!

That's okay, serafina, Please continue.

I've gotta see you.

What, are you insane? After last night?

Lew, if I wanted A sedentary life

I would take up dog-breeding

And have franco Buy me a station wagon.

Yes, alfredo, 3:00, A wash and a set, thank you.

A dark continental car. It's new, from the looks of it.

From the window I couldn't See the other driver.

The other guy, though, The one that dumped the stiff,

You know, he was About six feet tall,

Neat head of hair, Good fit on the clothes,

Which he didn't buy Off no rack.

We'll show you some pictures, Okay?

Maybe you can pick out a face.

It was pretty dark In the alley, man.

Look, well, I was looking down, You know?

We'll try. Let's give it a try.

Would you come with me, please? Right this way, thank you.

Captain, your stoolie's On line two.

Scruffy, Where the hell are you?

What could he know, How to put pants on a lamb chop?

I'm tellin' you, cap,

That kid was onto some Inside skinny, it's news to me.

Somebody must of made him. Don't ask me how.

You must have some idea.

I got just one idea...

Put a whole lotta geography Between me and this town.

When they stopped Grimaldi's clock,

My life expectancy Dipped to zip.

I got a cousin runs This car wash in grand rapids.

He'll spread some shade on me.

Just give me the bus fare And I'm off and running.

Come on, bonaducce, Don't jerk me around.

Ain't my fault the kid Buys a harp.

You put me in the toilet, Don't pull the chain.

It's all I got with me.

Well, it's better than A walking ride to hart's island.

Anybody got a spare smoke?

Keep your nose clean, scruffy.

In grand rapids, yeah.

They bust you for chewing gum On sundays.

Any luck with our witness?

Stradaya...Nothing.

I ran him through Every picture in the house.

Not even a marginal I.D.

If that honcho is mobbed up,

Either we're not carrying him On our books

Or he's a pilgrim father.

Yeah?

Lieutenant, Got an update for you.

The perfume is an astronomically Expensive french import.

Haleine d'ange.

It's handled exclusively By le petit boutique,

237 east 56th street.

The face powder is An equally precious commodity,

Blended especially for The woman what wore it.

Now, based on The law of probabilities,

I figure maybe there's A couple of hundred dollies

In the new york area With similar skin tones

Who might be using The same skin blend

And who could afford the tariff.

Wonderful, prince.

Was there anything On the blanket?

Yeah, cashmere, shedding like A 12-year-old airedale.

Find me someone Who's handled it,

And providing they haven't Schlepped their clothes

To the cleaners yet,

I'll nail them with My trusty spectroscope.

Oh.

Stavros!

Uh-huh. All right, thanks, moscowitz.

Stavros.

What is it, a grocery list?

No, pathology's analysis

Of the contents Of grimaldi's stomach.

Cloud ear fungus, Preserved turnip, agar-agar,

Szechuan pepper, Fermented bean paste,

Five star anise, Coriander, sesame...

Chinese food, right, skipper?

Yeah, but definitely Not cantonese.

All right, dig up some manpower,

Start canvassing every szechuan, Mandarin, hunanese restaurant

This side of The boston post road, okay?

You gotta be kidding. Do you know what you're asking?

On mott street alone There are more dumpling joints

Than all of shanghai Put together.

Uh, stavros, You know wednesday afternoon

The mayor's giving Antonio grimaldi

An inspector's funeral.

I'll be there, And so will his mother,

And when she asks me, stavros,

Are we making any headway In this case,

What do I tell her?

May I help you?

Uh, say, uh, Is there another way outta here?

Right this way.

We traced grimaldi's camera Back to the dealer.

Turned out he'd left some film There for developing.

It was picked up First thing this morning.

You get a description Of the claimant?

Little guy, gristle mostly.

Faded jeans, black turtleneck, Sheepskin jacket.

- dirty beard with pimples? - yeah, but how did you...

Ohhh, we've been Eight-balled, baby.

Now your grab of photo Of scruffy sutherland.

Hustle your butts Back to that camera shop.

Pull that creeps prints from cib

And match them to the partial We lifted at grimaldi's pad.

Well, go on, move!

Motor-mouthed little termite.

He sells us Ten acres of swampland,

And then cons me out of A c-note for getaway money.

What's he up to?

It's all over us, Like a case of prickly heat.

I scratch in one place and Already it itches in another.

It cuts into the receipts.

Pretty soon, the only people Making any profit

- will be the bail bondsmen. - it'll go away.

A cop is dead.

If it was one of ours, Would we let it go away?

I give you the action,

You're supposed to keep Everything nice and tidy.

You can't do it. We have to hand them somebody.

As far as that goes,

Maybe that somebody...

Is you.

Don't hang up on me, pal.

Another dime, And mother's little helpers

Will be spraying your love nest With easy-off

Before mrs. Donatello's Wriggled back into her girdle.

I see I got your attention.

Tell you what else I got.

A handsome photograph Suitable for framing.

50 gs is what It's gonna cost you

To buy yourself Outta this jackpot,

Because otherwise The next dime I drop

Puts me right through To the lady's husband.

Well, now, I'll need Some--some time here now,

You see, to come up with That large an amount.

You got it. Two hours.

I'll call you later At the office

And tell you where To deliver the bread.

You couldn't wait. That kid's body isn't even cold.

We're back to doing business In the exact same stall.

Because of you, we're gonna Be paying blackmail

For the rest of our lives.

I killed that kid. For nothin'.

Whatever possessed me To think you were a man?

Franco's 20 years your senior

And you couldn't even wear His hand-me-downs.

Tell me you're not scared.

Of course, I'm scared.

But I'm also a survivor.

And you can just sit there And wallow in your hysteria.

I propose to do something.

Last night, around 8, 8:30. He was alone.

What about him?

Maybe an hour ago. But he was only here a minute.

He didn't order anything.

I see, thank you very much. Thank you.

Gee, I'm sorry, pal, I guess I must have boxed you in.

C'est la vie, right?

Give me half a second, I'll give her some room, okay?

Okay.

You know, Sutherland breaks into

Grimaldi's walkup last night.

The birds are hardly awake This morning,

He's at the camera shop Collecting pictures.

Now is it only me,

Or does anyone else begin To smell a shakedown?

Going with that premise, We gotta figure grimaldi

Somehow stumbled across A stash of dynamite.

Yeah, but whose dynamite?

Scruffy might be shy A couple of aces,

But he's not so dumb He'd blackmail the mob.

Maybe it was Something the killers

Wanted kept from the mob.

Frank, have a celery tonic.

I wanted cream soda.

Rizzo, yeah, Get me forensic.

I want to talk To sergeant prince.

Yeah, but your report failed To state precisely

Where the traces of face powder And perfume were detected.

I know what you're getting at.

You assumed it was in the region

Of the face, neck, collar, And coat lapels,

And normally That would be the case.

Not so.

The residue was on Grimaldi's pants' cuffs.

Bye.

The trousers.

And how's it come to be On the trousers?

From helping to dump The corpse into the continental?

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.

What are you saying? That the wheel man was a broad?

You got a better fit?

Look, let's say grimaldi Had them under surveillance,

Was snapping pictures.

They caught on, Took him by surprise,

Zabba-dabba-do, like that, And the rest is history.

Well, why move the body?

Why try to make it look Like a gangland rubout?

Well, that part's easy.

The original crime site Was too close to home.

We'll go with what we know.

We know the kid was killed Shortly after eating,

We know he took his last meal At that szechuan pagoda,

And what do you want From a new york kid?

We know one thing else.

Scruffy sutherland Was seen hanging around

The pagoda Earlier this afternoon.

Fatso!

Hey, uh, we're in business?

Crazy!

Okay, battery park, Near the ferry,

Third bench from the entrance.

I'm wearing a sheepskin jacket, Black turtleneck,

And some whiskers On an honest face.

All right.

Now, what I want to know is What assurance do I have

That you're not gonna Come back later for more?

Man, my bags are packed.

Hot as this town Could be for you,

That's how hot It already is for me.

I'll see ya later.

I don't think we're going To have to kill him after all

Because he said...

I don't care What he said, lew.

We can't have him walking around Knowing what he knows.

Now, don't forget, you're Expected at dinner tonight.

Uhh, not tonight.

But you must.

There are all sorts Of guests coming.

Dignitaries, civic leaders, Heads of state.

Franco's gonna be very Uncomfortable in their presence

Without you to rely on.

And we don't want To upset franco, do we?

Column a, a list of All credit card accounts

- at le petite boutique. - oh.

Column b, on the proposition That only a peasant spends cash

At such a chic establishment,

The records of credit card Accounts

And checks received Over the past year.

Know something, crocker? In the perspicacity sweepstakes

You'd be a bookie's delight.

And furthermore, um... Forget it.

Per...Per...

Aye, aye, aye, Aye, aye, aye.

I brought the money, Did you bring the merchandise?

Yeah, I got it.

It's good, don't worry.

Park patrolman Was first on the scene.

He recognized sutherland, Then notified our squad.

Gunshot, point-blank range.

Two witnesses claim they saw him Talking to some woman.

Middle-aged, Kinda dumpy, you know?

Carrying a shopping bag And that's it.

The m.E. And forensic Are on their way.

To bad, scruffy. Toss him.

No sign of the photographs.

Surprise, surprise.

Pocket comb, handkerchief, $94 in currency,

Address book, And two matchbook covers.

I hope nobody gets trampled to Death fighting over the estate.

Eh, bag him and tag him. No, wait a minute.

Why would he save An empty matchbook folder?

Jenny, I'll be Leaving for the day.

Ready for this?

The license number scribble On that matchbook

Checks out to a '75 mercedes 450 sl sports coupe...

Registered owner? Uh-huh, mrs. Franklin donatello.

Hanky-panky?

Hey, can you think Of a better reason

For icing grimaldi And then sutherland?

But who's the fox?

As much as it pains me

To throw salt in Your egg cream, theo,

We checked the list of clients At le petite boutique

And cleo donatello Is not one of them

Crocker, yeah, Check with the importer

Who distributes that perfume.

See if there's a retail outlet On long island,

And if there is,

Find out whether donatello's Wife is a customer.

Oh, and tell rizzo I want to see him.

Traces of human blood Turned up in the alley

Behind the szechuan pagoda.

Type "O", same as grimaldi's.

Why there? I ask myself.

- yeah, boss. - get over to the times.

Dig out a photo Of cleo donatello,

Trot it down to The szechuan pagoda,

Show it around The neighborhood,

Hotels, apartments, houses, Like that, huh?

Well, the lady's Been shacking up somewhere.

And it damn sure wasn't The ywca.

Yeah.

Just got the report On the slug

We dug out of Scruffy sutherland.

Hold on just a minute.

Go ahead.

It's a .38, lieutenant, So it didn't come

From the weapon That killed grimaldi.

But listen, that doesn't Mean it's a dead end.

This bullet's no stranger To ballistics.

They've had its twin on file For 27 years.

Now, talk about Your sleeper jumps, you ready?

The cannon that wasted Sutherland is the same job

That blew away Two-ton johnny amada

In the men's room At the old garden.

- good luck. - thanks.

No way that mrs. Donatello's Implicated in that hit.

She wasn't even out of diapers When it happened.

So maybe her boyfriend Supplied the kill gun.

Maybe mr. "X" is the dude Who bushwhacked johnny.

A quarter of a century we've Carried that case on our books.

Two-ton johnny, the last Of the "Moustache petes."

You know something, troops?

We collar the owner of that .38,

We're gonna close out A lot of accounts.

Well, thank you.

Judge macklin Signed the warrant.

You can swing by And pick it up

On your way out To long island.

- where's crocker? - he's down taking statements

At the traveler's rest Motor lodge.

All right, fatso, saddle up. We're off.

Well, ain't that the pits.

It's about time somebody Nailed him for something.

What, you know that dude, Lieutenant?

Oh, yeah, he's donatello's Band-aid, why?

Well, he was at That szechuan pagoda today.

- flasher. - yeah.

Blue continental. That part checks out.

The description we got From our eyewitness.

Now hum the rest to me.

Tall, rangy, Nice head of hair,

Sharp dresser, lawyer type.

What witness? What are you talking about?

Can I have the keys, please?

I'd like to take a look At your trunk.

For what?

If you want to move a body, Find another way.

That blanket was shedding like A ten-cent christmas tree.

Get it on the airwaves.

There's no sign of the piece, Lieutenant.

He must have stashed it.

Mr. Carver regrets he'll be Unable to dine tonight.

Not that this is gonna do a lot For your appetite, either.

As a matter of fact,

We've brought two warrants, Mrs. Donatello.

One for your arrest On suspicion of murder,

The other an authorization To conduct

A search of the premises For incriminating evidence.

Specifically, Haleine d'ange perfume,

Blend 472759, like that,

And any articles Of wearing apparel

To which cashmere wool fiber Might be found to cling.

You have the right To remain silent...

What the hell's Going on here?

Oh. That's a reasonable question.

Uh, you want the answer here Or in the library?

Well, your boyfriend, Mr. Carver,

He left his brains On the highway.

- lew's dead? - unh.

Maybe he's the lucky one.

Okay, okay, it's true.

It's true, We were having an affair,

But it was a ghastly mistake,

And one which I couldn't Extricate myself from.

I pleaded with lew, I pleaded with him,

But he was like a madman.

He swore that if... If I left him

That he would go to franco And confess everything.

adultera! Meretrice!

Franco, what could I do? I was in fear for my life!

And then last night, The unthinkable happened.

As god is my witness,

I did not know that that man Was a policeman.

All we knew was that Someone had found us out.

But then lew panicked,

And the next thing I knew, The man was dead.

Beautiful.

You know, you put that on At 2:00 in the afternoon,

You'd sell more soap Than the guiding light.

How about you, "Six bits?" You swallow that, huh?

Get that rifiuti outta here! She's soiling my furniture.

You know something, Sweetheart?

You just might swing it.

I mean, with carver dead

And no one to contradict Your testimony,

You might peddle That snake oil to a jury.

But you left out one item... Scruffy sutherland.

And, baby, if we can't send you Up on the grimaldi killing

We can crucify you For that battery park job.

How do you propose To do that?

With this.

Iliana, you know What you've done?

She betrayed you With your own gun.

I thought you'd be glad.

I don't understand. What did I do?

Bonaducce was right.

Gonna close out a lot Of accounts with this one.

Out of the mouth of bambinos.