Merry Christmas!
What's your name, little boy?
Eric.
What do you want for Christmas, Eric?
- Jetty Lane 500. - Mm-hmm.
You been a good little boy?
Yes.
Good. You like Santa Claus?
Uh-huh.
You like Santa Claus, right?
Let's sing a little song... Jingle Bells.
Right on! Right on!
Get over there. Get up.
Get up and hold 'em up!
Don't move!
Hold it! Freeze!
Jimmy, watch it! He's got a knife.
Cloudy, watch him.
Aah!
Hold it!
Son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch!
No! No! No!
Ohh! Ohh!
- Damn you! - Ohh! Ohh!
That's enough. Don't kill him! That's enough!
- Come on! - Get up!
Come on, give me a break!
Please. I ain't done nothin', man!
I'll break your ass!
- Hey. Hey. - Aw.
- Come on. - Get up!
Will you stop it!
I'll bust you!
Come on.
Will you let me at him!
I want to bust him!
I want to bust him.
Let me talk to him!
You got a friend here.
You got a friend.
You gonna tell us who your man is?
- Who's your connection? - What?
Answer us!
No! No, man, no!
Is it Joe the barber?
That's who it is, isn't it?
Don't give us any shit.
What's Joe's last name?
I don't know, man.
Give him a chance.
He lives on 125th Street above the barber shop.
What side of the street, north or south?
I don't know what you're talking about.
What side of the street does he live on?
Hey, shithead. When's the last time you picked your feet?
A man in Poughkeepsie wants to talk to you.
Have you ever been in Poughkeepsie?
Give me a break.
Come on, say it.
You've been in Poughkeepsie, haven't you?
I want to hear it!
Yes, I've been...
You've been there, right?
You sat on the bed, took off your shoes,
and picked your feet. Say it!
Yes!
You put a shiv in my partner.
All winter I got to listen to him
gripe about his bowling scores.
I'm busting your ass for those three bags
and nailing you for picking your feet in Poughkeepsie.
Merci.
Bonjour.
Yes, ma'am.
How many fellas?
Two?
You have a description?
Yes, ma'am.
Ah. You need a little help there, huh?
You dumb guinea.
How the hell did I know he had a knife?
- Never trust a nigger. - He could have been white.
Never trust anyone. Goin' sick?
No.
Let's pop down the Chez and have a couple drinks.
I'm beat. I'm going home.
- All right. One drink. - Drink this.
Whip it out. Ha ha!
Now, isn't it a miracle
that we're the generation
that's gonna touch that shiny bubble with our own two hands?
Right on, sugar!
Whoo!
I make at least two junk connections
at that far table in the corner.
Right?
See that guy in the striped shirt and tie combo?
I know him too.
I thought we came here to buy me a drink.
Who is that clown?
That's a policy guy from Queens.
Right.
Dig the creep coming to the table now.
It's Jewish Lucky.
He don't look the same without numbers across his chest.
That table is definitely wrong.
More!
What about the last of the big-time spenders?
You make him?
No. You?
He's spreading it around like the Russians are in Jersey.
Nice.
What do you say we stick around and give him a tail?
Come on. Just for fun.
Give who a tail?
The greaser with the blonde.
What for? You want to play hide the salami
with his old lady?
Yeah.
Miss, uh... could I ask you about those boots there?
Monica.
Who in the hell's that?
Who keeps score?
Hey.
Kissy devil, isn't he? Look at him.
They're all cousins, you know that. All right.
Yeah, say good-bye.
What's he got now?
Hudson Terraplane, that's what he got.
- No, no. Uh-uh. Easy. - Okay.
Go to work.
Cloudy, lay odds he takes us to Dago Town.
I'll take him, Popeye. He's nothin'.
7:00 in the morning. I don't believe this.
Relax. You're having fun, ain't ya?
If that's not a drop,
I'll open a charge for you at Bloomingdale's.
Make it Alexander's toy department.
He's coming back.
Pass him. Make a left.
Alain.
Our friend's name is Boca,
Salvatore Boca. B-O-C-A.
They call him Sal. He's a sweetheart.
He was picked up on suspicion of armed robbery.
Now, get this. Three years ago,
he tries to hold up Tiffany's in broad daylight.
Could have got 21/2 to 5, but Tiffany's wouldn't prosecute.
Downtown they're pretty sure he pulled off a contract
on a guy named DeMarco.
What about his old lady?
Her name's Angie. She's a fast filly.
She drew a suspended for shoplifting a year ago.
She's only 19 according to the marriage license.
19 going on 50.
What else?
He's had the store a year and a half.
Takes in a fast 7 grand a year.
What's he doing with two cars and $100 tabs?
The LTD's in his wife's name.
The Comet belongs to his brother... Lou.
He's a trainee at the garbage man school on Ward's Island.
He did time a couple of years ago.
Assault and robbery.
The black Cadillac.
Uh, New Jersey plates.
RWN264. I know that one cat.
We saw him outside the Pike Slip Inn.
I want to get a blouse like that for my girlfriend,
but I want you to model it.
Better not let my husband hear that.
I don't care if he hears it. Will you do it?
Okay. How much you going to pay?
- $50 an hour. - 50 an hour?
- I'll do it... 200. - Nah. Can't afford it.
I'll call you later. Bye-bye.
It's 1:30. I didn't expect you till 2:00.
- You work around here? - Yeah. Across the street.
- That's the third time he come here this week. - Mm-hmm.
You got anything on this building?
The building's clean. I checked the tenant list.
Remember Don Ameche, the actor? He lives here.
Oh, yeah. And somebody else.
Does the name Joel Weinstock ring a bell?
- Oh, you're kidding. - No, sir. He lives right here.
He was the bank on a shipment out of Mexico three years ago.
Yeah, so I hear.
He's going to Ward's Island. We'll be spotted there.
Maybe he's going to see his brother.
- Shit. - Maybe it's another drop.
He gets a free ride.
Put your hands on your heads. Turn around.
All right, Popeye's here!
Get your hands on your heads,
get off the bar and on the wall.
Move! Come on, sweetheart, move.
Come on, move it!
Face the window!
- Move! - Turn around!
Hands out of your pockets.
- Come on. - Turn around. Get on the wall.
Turn around. Hey, you drop that? Pick it up.
- Get those hands up! - Pick it up!
- Come on, move! - What are you lookin' at?
Bring it here. Get your hands out of your pockets.
- What's my name? - Doyle.
- What? - Mr. Doyle.
Come here. You pick your feet?
Get over there. Hands on your head.
We told you people we were coming back.
We'll keep coming back until you clean this bar up.
If your neighbor drops something of yours...
What is this, a fucking hospital here?
Turn around there, fella.
What's this? This belong to you?
Huh?
Stand up there, Noddy.
Get your hands on your fuckin' head.
You want to take a ride, fat man?
Oh, bullshit.
Huh?
Pay attention.
We're going to ask questions later.
Turn around.
All right, shut up there.
Shut up!
Anybody want a milk shake?
All right, come over here.
You. And you.
Hey, whiskers! Come over.
Move ass when I call you!
You.
Come on, you, baldy. Come on, move.
Put it on the bar. Get it on the bar!
Get the hell in there. Hands on your head.
All of it.
Smart-ass, you dropped something. Pick it up.
You want that hand broken? Get it up there.
What else you got in here, huh?
Turn around.
You're under arrest. You too.
Get in that phone booth.
Move. Move!
Get in there.
Put your hands against the wall and lock yourself in.
Hey, you! Haircut!
Where are you going?
You talkin' to me, baby?
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Come here!
- What's happenin', baby? - Where you been, huh?
- I've been in there. - You stand a toss?
- I'm clean. - You use shit?
No, man. Who are you, Dick Tracy? I said I was clean.
- Will I get stuck? - No, I'm clean.
If I do, you know what happens.
I'll kick your motherfuckin' ass.
Hey, I'm clean. In where?
Gimme a nickel, man. Come on. Gimme a nickel. Come on!
I'm clean. Why the fuck you want to come down on me?
Oh, come on.
Goddamn cops ain't worth goddamn shit.
How's everything?
Everything's everything, baby.
How come there's nothing out there? That stuff's all milk.
There ain't nothing around. Nobody's holdin'.
Got a name for you. Sal Boca. Brooklyn.
B-O-C-A.
Never heard of him.
What about his wife Angie?
Doesn't register. There's been some talk.
- About what? - A shipment.
Coming in this week or the week after.
Everybody's going to get well.
- Who's bringing it? - Who knows?
Oh, shit.
Whew.
- Where do you want it? - Huh?
Where do you want it?
Oh, shit. This side.
Son of a bitch! Damn!
I'm going to check on this address in the Bronx.
If they don't know you, it's your ass.
Get your hair done before Saturday.
We're going now. Good-bye.
Move ass.
Tell everybody we'll be back in an hour.
That's great, but you belong in Bedford-Stuyvesant,
not out there in Ridgewood.
Detach us then, give us a shot.
At least till we learn if there's anything here.
This might be the lead we need to get Weinstock.
We deserve this.
You couldn't burn a three-time loser with this garbage.
The man has done absolutely nothing.
The first thing you know,
you'll get an entrapment rap, both of you.
Brooklyn is loaded with guys
that own candy stores, two cars,
and like to go to nightclubs.
Put this candy store hustler together with Weinstock,
maybe we got a big score.
Big score! At best he's selling nickel and dime bags.
I wouldn't be infringing on your coffee-break
if I thought he was a nickel-and-dimer.
Your hunches have backfired before, Doyle. Or have you forgotten?
Jesus Christ, Jimmy,
what's happened to you guys lately?
Every year you lead the narcotic bureau in arrests.
Was it over a hundred again last year?
Terrific. But who?
A high school kid in shorts with a twitch?
You grab a bellhop
because he's got three joints in his sock.
We got the information there's no shit on the street, right?
It's like a desert full of junkies out there,
everybody waiting to get well.
This could be it! This candy store guy
puts on a big show in a fancy nightclub
with known narcotics connections. They were all over him.
Then on our own, we tail him to Brooklyn
and sat on him practically a week.
Who do we come up with? Joel Weinstock.
Now, you got to let us have it.
Do you believe all this crap?
I go with my partner.
What'll it take?
A wire. No, two wires.
One on the store, one on the house.
You know I have to get a court order
for a wiretap, don't you?
But you'll try.
We know you can do it, Walt.
Popeye.
You still picking your feet in Poughkeepsie?
Mr. Devereaux, is this your first trip to New York?
Uh, yes.
Why did you choose to come by ship?
The next several weeks will be very difficult for me,
and the middle of the ocean is the only place
where the telephone isn't ringing all the time.
Do you agree with a recent survey finding
that shows Mayor Lindsay was the sexiest man in the world?
Yeah!