Just dial, dipshit!
We're being robbed and beaten!
[Monique] Oh!
Out of my way, bitch!
I'm very hard to fit.
- This way! - No, this way!
We're finished shopping!
[Patrovita] Yeah? Well, come up with something!
[Rocca] If it was possible, Luigi, and I'm not so sure it is...
it's gonna take a lot of work to pull this thing off.
- A lot of planning. - Look. We get a floor plan.
We buy ourselves an inside man and we go.
Our boy not only told me where it is...
he told me they're moving it to a federal depository for safekeeping next Tuesday.
- Oh, Jesus. This is crazy! - Look, last week in New York...
$10 million won'th of cocaine walked out of a police station.
- Nobody knows where the hell it is! It can be done. - That was inside work.
I'm talking a major fucking job here!
It'll make Brinks look like rolling a drunk.
There's 50 cops in that building any hour of the day. How you gonna get 'em outta there?
Give 'em tickets to the ball game?
A bomb.
Just blow the place up, huh?
The genius.
What are you talking about?
Bomb threat. Whenever they get one, they have to evacuate the whole building.
Yeah, sure. If they believe it.
They get that shit all the time. How you gonna guarantee they'd bite?
Make them nervous.
Make them believe someone is trying to blow up every police station in the city.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Phones Ringing]
- Hey! Where you going? - Filling the vending machine.
- Where's Bobby? - Ha! That's what the boss would like to know.
Hey, you guys bigger on potato or corn chips?
- The guys in the 6th don't touch the corn. - [Ringing]
- 9th District, Sergeant Mora. - Myself, I don't care, you know.
- [Mora] Okay, lady. Where are you? - [Woman On Phone, Indistinct]
Anybody hurt?
All right. Someone will be out over there in a little while.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Woman Screaming]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, it doesn't look like they intended too much damage.
There's always the chance the guy was a bad bomb maker.
- What're you doir here, Harry? - Oh, just hopir that some...
half-assed, pro-life, whale-lovir terrorist didn't do it...
so the bureau doesn't have to get involved, and we can leave it in your good hands.
- Hmm. - It's crude. It's very crude.
How are ya, Harry?
Hello, Marvin. Yeah, I'm gettir better. How about yourself?
- Well, complaining doesn't make any difference, huh? - [Man] Come get a shot of this.
So, what do you figure this was?
Well, he thinks somebody was mad at the vending machine.
Uh, look, you two kibbutz somewhere else.
- You're impeding criminal science. - Yes, yes, right.
So, how goes your Patrovita case?
I find new angles every day.
Believe me, he'll run out of options before we run out of patience.
- I already have. - Nobody can blame you.
Somebody said they took you off this case.
Well, they don't control all the hours of my day.
Don't mess around, Harry. We might have something workir that you don't know about.
My guess is that whatever you've got workir... won't work.
We're doir all we can.
Great. So am I.
I know with you it's personal, but we're both after the same thing... justice.
Right, Harry? Justice.
Fuck justice!
[Indistinct Chatter]
- [Dance] - Allow me.
There you go.
I don't really want to lose you
But I don't want to go
What's new on the domestic front?
I don't have the report typed out yet.
I can tell the way they act and their attitude
Remember that horse we used to look at? I bought it.
What's on your mind, Max?
You.
What can he do for you I can't?
This was your idea, not mine.
Well, I didn't expect it to go this far.
How far has it gone?
Does he climb into your pants five times a day?
Is that what you wanna hear?
Not really. I'd like to know it was me.
The only way you'll ever end up lying next to me is if we're run down by the same car.
I like it when you hurt me, baby.
- [Gasping] - Myself...
I'd rather give than receive.
Wrong.
Ever think about ever settling down
[Chuckles] Max...
I don't think we're going to be the kind of pals I hoped we'd be.
If a tear rolls from my eyes
I feel the hurt inside
As I reach out to you
I'm impressed.
I'm hungry.
I can't get out You see, I'm tied
- [Dance, Faint] - The more we know each other, the less you wanna see me.
Is this an approach you developed yourself, or something you read in a book?
These guys from the dress shop are going to be back...
and I don't want you around when they do.
I like you.
Maybe more than you like me. I don't know.
Unless you're gonna tell me you're married or something, I'm not staying away.
You're married?
For a long time.
Where is she?
Far away from here.
Well...
that's a relief.
I thought I lost it.
All this great equipment, and you're sitting on your hands.
I was telling myself, "He's a slow starter, but it gets hot when he gets going."
You're important to me. You are a friend.
- You're more than a friend. - "Friend."
- You're more than that. - We're friends.
When I wanna make friends, I'll go to summer camp.
You wanna hear something funny?
I was sort of flattered.
I thought you were going slow because you thought this was real important...
and you didn't wanna blow it.
[Chuckles]
It's gonna take me a long time to figure out which of us is the biggest asshole.
[People Murmuring]
[Woman] God.! They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Whoo.!
The whole thing could blow up.
- Patrovita's gonna get Lamanski. - Mmm.
As long as they keep cutting down the right people, I don't give a shit.
Patrovita wants the money and the dope the cops got when they raided him.
And he's gonna try and get it.
You're kidding.
You know what happens if we stop this?
Yeah. Since I'm the new boy, they must figure that I'm the leak.
Let 'em have it. This is not the reason we're in this.
- What about Lamanski? - Considering how we're involved in this...
I can't be of much help to you, Mark.
You're gonna have to watch out for yourself.
You want out?
I started to call Amy last night.
- I wanted her to know that I'm still alive. - Dangerous.
Yeah. But I've put her through a lot.
But if we stop now, the whole thing is for nothing.
And knowing Amy...
she probably will kill me herself.
Are you gonna stick?
This Joey has a pretty good life.
Expensive clothes, a nice car...
lots of money and free time.
I never had it so good.
Just don't let it go to your head, all right?
That's kind of sudden.
You don't work good on short notice?
Nothing works if it isn't thought out.
They hit the 3rd District in an hour.
We'll waste Lamanski as a diversion.
It's my idea.
What do you think?
I'll let you know when it's over.
[Footsteps Approaching]
We're ready.
[Ringing]
3rd District, Sergeant Washington.
You've got a bomb inside the building.
It goes off in 22 minutes.
All right. Everything's jammed.
We have a bomb.
Call Bomb Disposal.
Clear the building.
[People Singing In Hebrew]
[Ringing]
Bomb Disposal.
Evacuate and barricade a perimeter of 300 feet from the building.
We're on the way.
We're go.
So are we.
- [Sirens Wailing] - [Man] Clear those people.! Come on.!
- [Man] Come on. Let's keep moving. - [People Clamoring]
Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
[Clamoring Continues]
- Watch out! Watch where you're going! - [Indistinct Shouting]
- Come on! Come on! - Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
It's right down here.
- [Indistinct Chatter] - Torch!
Come on.!
You see him? Lamanski.
Take him when he's clear.
Shit.! No way.
Where the fuck did all those people come from?
Maybe they play bingo.
Do you own a calendar, Max? I bet it's a Jewish holiday.
Yeah, well, for his sake, it better be the Day of Atonement.
We'll follow him and take him when we can.
- [Indistinct Chatter] - [Helicopter Blades Whirring]
All right. That's it. He's ready. Outta here.
We're set.
- [People Screaming, Clamoring] - Oh, shit.
That's good.
- [Coughing] - Guys, we're on the clock.
[Coughing Continues]
- Come on. - Here, fill this one.
[Max] When we get to the expressway, I'm gonna run him off the road.
Their car is much heavier than ours.
Wort matter if you hit the driver.
- [Honking Horn] - [Shouting]
[Honking Horn]
- [Honking Horn] - [People Exclaiming]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshots Continue]
Run 'em into the wall.
[Chuckles]
Let's get outta here!
- Wave your hands.! - [Honking Horn]
- Let's go, let's go. - This is it. Let's make it look good.
Open the doors!
- Clear! - What happened in there?
- Stay clear! - [Indistinct Shouting]
[Sirens Wailing]
I don't know who in the hell this guy is.
- I've never seen him before. - No mistake?
Come on. Three years ago, I busted Joey Brenner twice in two weeks.
And that ain't him.
You know where he is?
Caribbean, I heard.
When do you go back to Miami?
[Sighs] In an hour.
I've got a charity softball game with Dade County Sheriffs in the morning.
Cops against cops.
You leave me no one to root for.
So what the fuck are you doing for the money?
- Sticking my ass out. - Not far enough!
Somebody got somebody inside.
He's walking all over the place.
He's even been to my house.
He could be banging my wife, for Christ's sake!
He didn't get by me. I don't know how the hell he got there.
What the hell's the difference? We got him, right?
Don't give me that "we" shit! Max turned him up on his own.
What do you want? I can't tell you things I don't know about.
Well, what do you know about?
You're telling me about this bureau creep...
who's trying to take me apart in his spare time...
because his kid got smacked when we took Marcellino.
So what's the good news?
I had a friend at the bureau check Harry Shannors case files.
Whatever he's doing is unofficial. There aren't any records.
If he were killed, there could be no direct connection to you.
Oh. That's the good news, huh?
So who's gonna do it? You?
Brenner.
[Chuckles] Yeah.
I think I'd better get going.
Yeah? Where? Canada? Mexico?
You're not getting out of my sight until this is over and done.
If you did some serious damage to my organization...
I wanna know where I can lay my hands on you.
I'll be right back.
- Hey! We can't be late! - Just a minute!
What are you doing here?
Sorry for the other night.
- Where would I learn how to deal with a friend? - It's okay.
Let's go.!
I was thinking maybe we could talk.
I have something to do.
- Maybe later? - Sure.
- [Honking Horn] - Take my car and go home.
I'll call you as soon as I get back. Okay?
[Honking Horn]
[Honking Continues]
Watch yourself.
Don't worry.
- You gonna tell me who it is? - A cop.
Just a fucking cop.
Go straight at him.
I'll take the far side.
[Priest Speaking, Indistinct]
[Priest Continues]
Wherefore my heart is glad and my spirit rejoices...
my flesh also shall rest in hope.
Thou shalt show me the path oflife.
In thy presence is the fullness ofjoy, ;
and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection and eternal life...
through our Lord Jesus Christ...
we commend to Almighty God our brother, William Dunne...
and we commit his body to the ground, ;
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The Lord bless him, keep him.
The Lord make his face to shine upon him...
and be gracious upon him.
[Continues, Indistinct]
- Harry! - Waste him!
- [Groaning] - [Screaming]
[Screaming, Clamoring]
[Groaning]
[Whispering] Harry, I didn't know it was you.
That's all right.
- Go on and get out of here. - I'm gonna get the ambulance for you.
It'll come. Now you go on, beat it.
If the cops take you and I don't make it...
you'll be years explaining this.
Harry, don't die.
- It's not over. - Then go on.
Go on, get out of here. Beat it.
- I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you. - Go on!
[Honking Horn]
- What the hell are you doing here? - Saving your ass.
Okay. Pack whatever you can't live without.
Go to the Rock Falls Airport and charter a plane.
Wait a minute. Where are you going?
To do what an old friend asked me to do...
knock 'em dead.
[Harry On Tape] Did I mention the pit?
Yeah, that's the gravel pit. It's owned by Patrovita.
You get an invitation, don't go.
Bustirrocks is only some of what goes on out there.
[Rock]
We got company.
Which way? I don't see nothir.
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
- I can't get no - [Groaning]
When I'm drivirin my car
And a man comes on the radio
He's telling me more and more
- About some useless information - Billy, outside! Let's go!
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey
That's what I say
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
- When I'm watchir my TV - [Groans]
And a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man
'Cause he doesn't smoke the same...
[Shouts]
[Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
[Groans]
[Brakes Hissing]
What exactly happened here is unclear.
Police speculate, based on the amount of heroin and money found on the scene...
this may be the result of a brewing mob war.
Mob war my ass!
Brenner!
We don't know where the son of a bitch is.
Let's hope he's not alive.
From the looks of that mess, I'd say he was dead.
I think he's right.
Don't think, pray!
If he's still alive, you're not!
Oh, shit!
- Let's get him before he gets us! The elevators! - Give me an extra clip.
- You! Stick around. - [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!
[Bell Dings]
Eh?
- [Bell Dings] - [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
- [Bell Dings] - [Clattering]
What?
- [Man Shouts] - Move!
[Indistinct Shouting]
Get down!
[Groans]
[Shouts, Groans]
- Shit! - [Shouts]
He got me!
[Shouting]
[Whimpers]
Oh, shit!
[Indistinct Chatter]
- Come on.! - [Grunts]
Come on.! [Muttering]
Fuck!
- [Gun Clicks] - Damn it!
[Yelling]
Oh, damn it!
- Come on! - Get the son of a bitch!
Come on, man.! Just you and me.!
Come on.! Show yourself!
- Now what? - Call the cops.
- What? - Call the fucking cops!
[Groaning]
For God's sakes, let it... [Groans]
[Cocks Weapon]
[Baxter Sobbing]
- [Shouting] - [Gun Clicking]
[Sobs]
Kaminski?
This must be what they mean by "poetic justice."
This is... isn't what you think. I'm with the government.
I set every one of these guys up, and...
So, back with the bureau, huh? I didn't know that.
It's, uh...
You know, that whole thing was such a mistake. You and l...
Because of you, a lot of people are dead.
And now it's your turn.
[Whimpering] No. No.
Resign or be prosecuted.
Any way you want it.
Excuse me. We're coming through.
- Pardon me. - [Police Radio Chatter]
- [Camera Shutter Clicks] - Shit!
All right. Careful. Careful. Watch it.
- Okay, Lenny. - They said you got room for one more, right?
- Watch your back. - What do you think Baxter was doing here?
Until I know different, I gotta assume our leak's just been plugged.
- Pardon the pun. - What the hell you think happened here?
[Blows]
I think somebody got very pissed off.
- Who? - I got a good idea.
[Woman On Radio] Baker, just got a location on the car.
- Give it to me. - A 1979 Oldsmobile registered to Luigi Patrovita...
moving south on Route 84.
- Should they intercept? - No. Negative.
- Tell them to track him. Keep me up on where he is. - Ten-four.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna see how smart I am.
[Engine Revving]
Get on the plane.
You okay?
- You're not going, are you? - No.
Then I'm not either.
You're out of excuses, sweetheart.
There's a quarter million dollars in that bag.
Win or lose, it's your choice.
Now get out of here.
You'll be okay, won't you?
Get going.
[Door Closes]
I'm glad you didn't make me chase you.
Too damn tired.
That doesn't surprise me. A hundred years of police work in a single afternoon.
Always figured you were one of us.
How many days in a row...
do I have to haul your butt down here?
Hmm?
Just to watch you do nothing.
I have no interest...
in becoming an accomplished cripple.
Now you push me back to my room or out into traffic. I don't give a shit.
Things not so good, Harry?
- I've seen better days. - Wanna see 'em again?
Wort happen from down here.
So, you used to being back with the bureau?
Sure.
And back with my wife.
Thank you very much.
Come on, Mark! Stop fooling around!
Give me... Give me my chair.
I need your help, Harry.
For what? Where's my chair?
My reunion with Amy was a big success.
We just found out that she's pregnant.
That's great. That's great.
Give me my chair.
I don't know anything about being a father, Harry.
I want your help. I want you to be the godfather.
All right. I'll help. Now give me the goddamn chair!
- Then walk. - I can't walk!
Then meet me halfway. Come on.
I don't have to walk to be a godfather!
You don't have to walk, but you have to try like hell.
- I can't! - Did you ever quit in front of Blair?
[Chuckles]
[Laughing]