(car radio in background)
(man) There's a hot car from Charleston. Running a name check on him now.
It's stolen or missing.
Ford four-door. Can you make it to Melrose and Levin?
It's the north-side zone.
See if 32 has got him.
(police dispatcher talking on radio)
Are you clear?
You're clear here.
Yeah. Come on.
Yo, Bruce. Wanna finish cleanin' up that LTD? Move it up to the front line.
Get rid of this green Merc.
Hey, Bruce. Park the Mark lV under the lights.
Hey, John! Spot this Cougar on the corner for me, will ya?
Hey, sugar. Those transfer titles come in?
No. Ralph got tied up on the Chrysler with the cracked block.
Get Barry for me.
He had to drop some parts. You wanted him to make the Laundromat collection.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Barry? Hold on.
- You got him? - Yeah. 232.
Yay. I don't know how long I'm gonna be with the man,
so do me a favour and swing by the Vehicle Bureau
and pick up some transfer titles in my name. All right? Bye.
Bye.
Put your hand out.
Morning. Would you like some breakfast?
No. Just some coffee, thanks.
Thank you.
All right. What do you make it?
It's 59, D, flawless to VSl1.
You got one and a half to three-carat spread.
550,000 wholesale. I'll take 185,000.
(calculator beeps)
- I'll take it myself. - Fine.
Have someone swing around tomorrow morning. These people wanna meet ya.
- What? - They're stand-up guys.
To meet people I'll go to a country club.
OK, OK. By the way, you want me to put some of your end out on the street?
Barry will collect it. You down the bread to him at three.
You'll double your money in three months.
My money goes in the bank. You put your money on the street.
- Hey, give me the check. - Forget it.
Listen, we having dinner tonight?
Yeah.
- That's a new sweater. It's nice. - Oh. Yeah, thanks.
- Then I'll pick you up at eight. - Bye.
Tell him to see me the minute he gets back here, and, uh....
Sure.
So take a shit under a hot rock.
Hey, Frank. Frank, what's doin', boss man?
- Give me my wrench back, you hear? - There's your tool.
- Can't work without a tool. - I try my best. I see you can do it.
"Nothing new ever happens around here..."
"...making life happen..."
"...like you said... ...collecting your debt back from society..."
"...I gotta see ya. Your pal, Okla."
"Gotta see ya."
(radio news in background)
Gimme a tall one, will ya?
- Barry's been callin' you. - When?
I don't know. Couple of times the last half-hour.
- Huh? - Three times. 5329234.
- Gimme the phone, will ya? - Yeah.
(siren)
- Hello? - Where are you?
- Where you been? - You make the pick-up?
I'm in a phone booth. Trying to find one that works. I have not made the pick-up.
We got a problem. Can you talk?
- No. Did you see our man? - No. Cos there was no man.
Gags took a walk through a twelfth-storey window.
He's splattered all over the sidewalk. What do you wanna do?
Did he down our merch? Was he goin'? Did he carry the cash on him? What?
I'm talking to somebody's somebody. We'll know in 25 minutes.
You get the work car and you meet me at Armitage and Lincoln.
Jimmy. Here, here.
(Barry) On the side Gags was laying down juice loans on the street for this Attaglia.
He's turning in the vig money, but he's putting in his pocket the principle.
They found out he was screwing 'em over. They went crazy. Ba-boom.
- Gags down our merch? - At the RD Lounge. Paulie saw it go down.
It was your money that was in Gags' pocket when he went out the window.
You keep this runnin'.
- (woman) Can I help you? - Yes, please. I'd like to see a Mr...
- (woman) I want a cup. - (woman #2) Where's your cup?
Back by the machine. What were you saying?
Mr Attaglia? I'd like to see him.
You delivered some plating and I had problems with it.
Just a minute. Mr Attaglia, there's someone to see you about some plating.
OK.
- Back there. - Thank you.
I'm Mr Attaglia.
You didn't get a delivery, or somethin'? Sit down. Zinc? What?
My name is Frank. And that was bullshit.
- What is this? - "This" is Joe Gags.
185,000 of my money. We have this problem.
What problem? What are you talking about?
He was moving my merchandise.
So the money in his pocket when he went out the window is my money.
Why are you telling me this shit?
Shit? I want my money.
I don't know what you're talkin' about. Mr Frank La-la... Whatever.
- Did some guy die? - Yes.
The estate goes to probate. Take it to probate court. Why do you bug me?
I come here to discuss a piece of business with you. You gonna tell me fairy tales?
Who the fuck are you, slick? Somebody knows you? Are you crazy or what?
I don't know you. I don't know some clown named Gags. Get outta here.
Carl! Go ahead, get the fuck outta here.
- (Frank) Hold it. - (Attaglia) All right. Jesus Christ!
All right, do what he says.
- Do what he says. - Lay down.
- Go ahead. - Hands on your head. Spread your legs.
Now!
Hey, you, you goof! Look at the wall.
I am the last guy in the world that you want to fuck with.
You found my money on Gags.
Let us pretend that you don't know whose money it is.
That's right, for Christ's sakes. I don't know who you are.
Three hours.
I will call to set a meet.
You will pay me my money, $185,000.
Sit down.
- Thanks for comin' on down so soon. - I was comin' anyway.
- How's it going? - Me?
I am doin' terrific.
Every day is a surprise.
It is real fuckin' weird out there. It is nothing like we figured out.
- So what's to it, my man? - Same old shit.
Morris finally busted Red's pruno operation. A lot of knifings going on.
- Dope? - Yeah. That and sex.
You wouldn't believe the quality of people in here.
Ten or 15 years ago they'd have dumped 'em in a funny farm somewhere.
Rapists, child molesters. They put that shit in with the mainstream population.
Used to be, somebody like that, if they lasted five days it'd be a record. Perverse.
- How's the wife? - The wife?
There's nothing with the wife.
What happened?
I, uh... She doesn't know I'm putting down scores.
And the rocket scientist that she is,
she figures out that I am having affairs with fancy ladies.
Anyway, it gets all screwy and twisted.
- What are you gonna do? - Well, I'm gonna put it back together.
Look, I met this new chick, this Jessie.
- You gonna marry her and have kids? - Yes.
But she does not know what I do.
So what? Do I bullshit her along, or what?
Lie to no one. If they're somebody close to you, you're gonna ruin it with a lie.
If they're a stranger, who the fuck are they you gotta lie to them?
Hey, what do you need, man?
Get me outta here.
Ten months and you're on the street.
- You know Doc Shelton? - Yeah.
That bastard's killed more guys than the electric chair.
Well, I got angina somethin' somethin' somethin'.
And I'm not gonna last ten months.
And I don't wanna die in here, Frank. Not in here.
(bell)
Well, you got it.
Gotta go, kid.
You got it.
He downed the merch to Gags, is what he said.
I'm telling you, this cocksucker's trouble. We whack him out.
Is this the prowler? The guy Gags had?
Has to be the one.
My name's Leo. How are ya?
How am l? I'm Frank.
Here's your money.
- (camera clicks) - Jesus Christ!
There's two inches of money out there.
- (Leo) Is it all there? - I'm sure that it is.
- Don't you say thanks or somethin'? - Whose money is this?
It's your money. But I stopped this guy from giving you a hard time.
(Frank) Thanks.
(Leo) You're welcome. It's no big deal.
I'll see ya.
- Where you goin'? - Where am I going?
- I'm late. - C'mon.
C'mon, I thought we'd talk a little business, get to know each other.
No offence, you wanna get to meet people, join a lonely hearts club.
I know you already.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- How you know me? - That merch you put down to Gags.
Max Sherman.
Puerto Rican fence, Cotazar. Where do you think they down it?
To me. I'm the bank. I handle the fence for half this city.
You been puttin' down two, three scores a month. Month in, month out.
I see your stuff. You got great taste. Regular highline pro.
So I said to Gags "I wanna meet this guy". He tell you that?
- Yes. - Fine.
- Let's cut the bullshit. - (man) Who is he?
How the hell do I know?
You wanna put down contract scores all over the country, working for me?
I am self-employed. I am doin' fine. I don't deal with egos.
I am the boss of my own body, so what do I have to work for you for?
Maybe you don't. I'll lay it out, you can be the judge.
You don't look. You don't case. You don't do nothin'. We point you to a score.
When we say it's there, it's there. They're all laid-out scores.
How they worked up?
Alarm system diagrams, blueprints, front-door key.
Sometimes the scores are in on it, ripping off the insurance company.
- Work cars? Drops? Tools? - Whatever you need, you'd see me.
I'd be your father. Money, guns, cars - I'd be your father from here on.
- What's my end? - You get a price. No negotiation.
We got expenses here you don't have. But you'll know the price upfront.
- How big? - Boxcar.
Nothin' under six figures. I'll make you a millionaire.
I go to work for you, I'm pullin' a lot of exposure.
- Our protection trades that off. - Take a bust?
There's gonna be a lawyer, a bondsman right there. You never spend a night in jail.
I steal ice. No furs, no coin collections,
no stock certificates, no Treasury bonds. Just diamonds or cash.
Fine.
No cowboy shit, no home invasions. I work with a partner.
We take care of you. Your partner is your responsibility.
If he beefs on you, that's your problem. If he beefs on us, that's your problem, too.
- Who are your inside people? - That's my end. You don't have to know.
- So what do you say, Frank? - I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know? - I don't know!
I don't believe in lifetime subscriptions. Maybe it don't fit in with my retirement...
- What will you do retired? - Pick corn with the chickens.
- Watch TV. What's the difference? - All right, all right.
Two, three moves. You wanna keep goin', that's fine.
But if you wanna split, that's fine, too.
Everybody's businesslike. Everybody's an adult.
So let me know. Cos we'd be terrific.
Yeah, that's fine. I'll call ya.
(# "Turning Point In My Life" by Mighty Joe Young)
# Sugar, sweet thing
# I've reached a turning point
# In my life
# I've reached a turning point, Lord, Lord, Lord
# In my life
# I met a girl
# She's going on 110
# And she don't get excited, no, no, no
# By you slick-talking men
# She cleans around the house
# Neat as a pin
# If I've got a hole in my socks, got a hole in my shirt
# These things she'll mend
# No more staying out late for me
# No more, now restraint
# I've reached a turning point
# In my life
# I've reached a turning point, Lord, Lord, Lord
# In my life
# I've reached a turning point, Lord, Lord, Lord
# In my life
(# song continues)
- Hurry. I'm parked on red. - What are you doing here?
- Finding you. - Get away from me, OK?
You are two hours late. I do not need this. I do not need to be humiliated.
- Wait. I wanna talk to you. - No.
(man) Hey, you!
I will take you for coffee. What's the big deal?
You take me anywhere? That's a big laugh.
Maybe there is a reason.
- Hey, I'm talkin' to you. - Take a walk, Flash. All right? Go on.
I don't know the reason. I don't wanna hear it. There is no reason. That's all.
Look, you were lookin' forward to this. All right? Come on.
(whistles)
Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures.
What the hell do you think that I do?
C'mon, c'mon.
C'mon! Every morning I walk in, for five months, say hi.
What the hell do you think that I do?
You sell little fucking cars, that's what you do.
I wear $150 slacks. I wear silk shirts.
I wear $800 suits. I wear a gold watch.
I wear a perfect, D, flawless, three-carat ring.
I change cars like other guys change their fucking shoes!
- I'm a thief. I've been in prison. - So what? I don't care.
"So what?" I never even told my wife that.
- I don't care! - Who is now gone.
- Did I ever come on to you? - No.
- Well, you see? - See? See what?
See? I am a straight arrow. I am a true-blue kind of a guy.
I've been cool. I am now unmarried.
So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit and get on with this big romance.
What? I don't believe it.
Do you think that I have been waiting for you to come along? What is this shit?
You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up.
Jesus Christ!
- You are scared to death. - You're an asshole.
That's lovely. What are you doing in your life that is so terrific?
- My life is fine. - Yeah, sure. Here.
- You don't know about me. - Yeah? I know all about...
You know bullshit.
(man) Hey, hey.
Why you gotta shout?
Excuse me. Can we have two coffees here?
- Sorry. So? - So. So what?
- So tell me. - Menu?
No. Thanks.
So what was it like?
You know, a lot of money. Tucson.
Mexico City. Bogota. Drifting. You know... OK?
OK.
It got twisted and ugly.
And it was over already, but we kept moving through the moves.
It ended very badly.
Now, I get up in the morning. I take a shower.
I go to work. I have a job. I have a Social Security card.
My life is very ordinary, very boring.
Which is good, because it's solid.
Marking time is what you are. You are backing off. You are hiding out.
You're waiting for a bus you hope never comes cos you don't wanna go anywhere.
Do you have a licence for this?
All right, how much was he moving?
Nothing till the end.
And then kilo amounts. I don't know.
And then what?
- He's dead. - Hm?
He is dead.
That is good, because he's an asshole.
- There was love in the beginning. - The guy was...
- There was love in the beginning. - Big asshole.
He put you in a box. You know the things they do to you if you do a bit in Colombia?
- Jesus Christ! - Don't shout in here.
I was alone. I had no money, no clothes, no visa,
standing on the corner in Bogota in Colombia...
Things did happen.
Where were you in prison? Would you pass the cream, please?
Joliet.
Whoa. Ugh!
Hey, can we have some new cream here?
- What's wrong with it? - What's wrong? It's cottage cheese.
The warden there was Joe Reagan.
Meatball Joe.
If that slob was a penologist I'm a jet airplane pilot.
I did 11 years.
Got out, what, four years ago.
What'd you go up for?
I stole $40.
$40?
Yeah. It started with a two-year bit. Parole in six months.
Right away, I got into this problem with these two guys. They tried to turn me out.
So I picked up nine more on a manslaughter beef.
Some other things.
I was 20 when I went in. 31 when I come out.
You don't count months and years. You don't do time that way.
What do you mean? Why?
Why? You gotta forget time.
You gotta not give a fuck if you live or die.
You gotta get to where nothin' means nothin'.
I'll tell you a story all about it.
Once there was this Captain Morphis.
This 300lb slob. He couldn't write his name.
And he had this crew of 16 or 17 guards and cons.
Prison groups, you know? Crews.
They would go into these cells and grab these young guys
and bring 'em up to Hydrotherapy in the mental ward.
Gangbang.
If a guy puts up a struggle, they beat him up. He winds up in the funny farm, and...
Anyway, the word comes down that I am next.
And I do not know what I am supposed to do.
I, uh... I am scared.
Eleven-thirty, twelve, the lights come on.
I got this pipe from plumbing.
And, uh, I whacked the first guard in the shins.
I go through a convict and another convict and...
Anyway, I get to Morphis, and I whack him across the head twice.
Boom. And then they jump all over me, do a bunch of things.
I spent six months in the hospital ward, but... Morphis, he is also fucked up good.
Cerebral haematoma...
They pension him out - he can't walk straight - and he dies two years later.
Which is a real loss to the planet Earth.
Meanwhile, I gotta go back into the mainstream population.
And I know the minute I hit the yard I am a dead man.
So I hit the yard.
So you know what happens?
Nothin'. I mean, nothin' happens.
Cos I don't mean nothin' to myself. I don't care about me.
I don't care about... nothin'. You know?
Then I know from that day that I survive,
because I achieved that mental attitude.
Then, uh... see, later,
I... worked this out.
In the stone cell...
What is this?
That is my life.
And, uh... nothin', nobody can stop me from makin' that happen.
Right there, that would be you.
Who's the old man here?
That is David Okla Bertinneau.
He's a master thief, a master,
and a great man.
He was like a father. He taught me everything that I know about what I do.
And I told him about you.
Did you cut these out from magazines?
Yeah. Newspapers, whatever.
Why all of these dead people?
Inside, you are on ice from time.
You can't even die right, you know? And here?
Here, people grow. They get old. They die. Children come after.
Just a cycle, you know?
I don't know. I...
Yes, you do. You do.
You don't know from one day to the next
whether you're going to be killed, go home, or get busted.
Look, I have run out of time.
I have lost it all.
So I can't work fast enough to catch up, and I can't run fast enough to catch up.
And the only thing that catches me up is doin' my magic act.
But it ends, you know? It will end.
When I got this, right there, it ends, it's over.
So I'm just asking you... to be with me.
I can't...
I can't, uh...
I can't have children.
I don't fit into this.
What? So we adopt.
I'm not ready. See?
And I have my life.
So I can't.
What? I mean, what is going on in your life that is so terrific?
Mine's been a mess.
I was just thinkin', you know, that just maybe between the two of us,
that we could make somethin' happen, somethin' special, somethin' really nice.
You know?
So I'm just...
I'm askin' you, uh... to, uh...
Look, and I got a way now that I can make it happen faster. I mean, much faster.
And, uh...
I'm just askin' you. You know?
You're on.
They gotta be big scores. They gotta be fast. One, two, tops.
Right.
- (Leo) That's it. - (Frank) Where?
Third from the top, this side.
- Alarm systems? - Five independent systems.
Four silent ringers into an alarm company over the phone lines. Infrared pots.
Magnetics on the front door. Sonic alarm. Vault door's bugged.
- What's this? - Top floor. Top of the elevator shafts.
Floors eight through 14's alarm lines conduit with the phones through the shaft.
What about taking the elevator to the top floor, open the hatch, goin' in that way?
No. Elevators are locked and bugged at night. I gotta take out two systems.
Chop through the roof, get the lines. If we get the alarm, what is the box?
- Richmond Lackett. - (Frank) Richmond Lackett?
Yeah.
- Terrific. It's a burn job. - No way to drill?
- Drill? - Yeah.
Drill what?
They're custom-made. You bang on this box all day, nothin' happens.
And I am pulling a lot of exposure.
16, 18 hours in there.
Your end covers the risk. 830,000. Four million at wholesale in unmounted stones.
- What's the fifth alarm? - We can not run it down.
- Why? - It does not go out over the phone lines.
We swept the lines in the whole building. But we know it is there.
- How long? - Four, eight weeks.
Assuming we get the alarm and what to cut the box with.
I need a couple of Cal licences, and bring the work cars here.
OK. I'll set it up. What time's our plane?
- We're on the 2.30. - (Frank) Stay here. Make that fifth alarm.
Do you like it? I mean, do you think it'll do? It's OK?
Frank, I love it. I love it. I think it's terrific.
What are you looking at?
You, that's all.
Sam.
- How you doin'? - I'm golden, scoring like a champ.
I need a favour.
How's Okla?
Angina. I'm makin' some moves to get him out of there.
I got a hearing fixed up. Who's the yo-yo in the white coat?
Metallurgist. Son-in-law's idea.
A load of tubing comes in, I taste it. I smell it.
I chew it. I spit on it.
Hey, scientist cocksucker!
18 per cent zinc. 14 per cent copper.
38 per cent tin. The one per cent, I don't know.
A white coat. Around here, he wears a white coat.
What's he gonna discover? Penicillin?
You gotta be a real putz to wear a white coat around here.
Huey, excuse us.
- What kinda steel? - Swedish cold-rolled, 247.
Here, here, here and here - one-inch plates.
Copper to bind drills. Titanium alloy here.
This is a well-made, very expensive, very special vault.
English? Richmond and Lackett?
I need a very special piece of equipment.
- Drill a hole in the lock box... - Each one is different.
There's no way of telling where the lock box is. I wanna cut a new door, walk in.
Seven, eight thousand degrees?
Portable equipment? There's no other way to do it?
No.
Sonny, if I can build something, it's gonna be a son of a bitch to use.
OK. So is it worth it?
It is worth it.
- You sweep the phone? - Weekly. It's clean.
Hello? I'm Frank.
Yeah. Leo said to call about California licences and registrations.
Yeah.
I'll be in Division 126 in an hour. I'm wearing a grey leather coat.
Good.
So what's to it, Sam?
I gotta build a section of vault to tell.
I don't know if it's even possible to build a tool that'll cut it like that.
See me in a week.
This petition is that David Okla Bertinneau
pleads for Your Honour to modify his 1958 conviction,
and to issue a writ of habeas corpus.
But he violated Chapter 38, Section 19-1, burglary.
Chapter 38, Section 16-1, theft.
Here's two California licences I fixed in Sacramento.
..and dignity of the state.
That distresses me. This man is of reformed character, advanced age,
and suffers from a heart condition and may not be able to serve out his sentence.
He's spent over 21 years in incarceration and has become a different person.
I don't know.
I remain unconvinced.
- Are they pickin' their noses up there? - Wait a minute. I wanna hear this.
However, upon consideration, I will issue a writ of habeas corpus.
Thank you, Your Honour. I'll write up the order. I know how busy you are.
My wife's in the market for a fur coat.
- I am a car salesman. - Sure. Whatever you say.
That's right.
Okla will be on the street in a week. I need 6,000 for Earl Warren.
A week, yeah? Here, 10,000.
You're a prince. Buy yourself a new suit.
- A week? - A week.
All right!
Who lives here? C'mon, who lives here?
- Hi. - It's gotta be some millionaire guy, huh?
Hey, look at this. Tree. Bush.
- Pink tree. - Hello!
Pink?
- Hey. It's real nice. - Sure. Come back.
- Hi, Frank. - How you doin', Marie?
This is beautiful, man.
When'd you get back?
Last night, late.
You make that fifth alarm?
I made the fifth alarm.
Good.
- So what's to it? - OK.
Alarm system number five is a one-channel radio transmitter.
- How's it triggered? - There's a sonic detector off the ceiling.
Now, they set off the alarm every morning when they walk in. It's tripped.
They have ten seconds to transmit a code word to the alarm company.
Now, the code word goes over the radio.
That's why there's no phone lines.
All right, I tell you what.
- You bug it. - All right.
Call Joseph, have him fix you one. You go back there and you bug 'em for the word.
C'mon. It's gettin' cold. Oh.
This LA move, you know? It's home free for me, after it's done.
You happy?
C'mon.
Hey, want something to eat?
Well...
(laughter)
I see on your application here...
By the way, you misspelled "male". It's M-A-L-E.
The other is what we put in postboxes.
I see you put under "employer": "1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary".
Yes.
You worked for the state, I take it?
- After a fashion. - What did you do at the prison?
- Desks. - (clears throat)
I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes.
You were in charge of the shop?
Lady, I was a convict. I was doing time.
- You were what? - Frank, let's go.
Uh, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children.
Then why do you still have kids here?
As a kid, I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places.
We will relieve you of some of the burden.
The point is, we establish criteria for parenting.
An ex-convict compared to other desirables...
So we'll take a kid that's not so desirable.
You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a Chink kid?
- You don't... - No one likes older kids.
You got an eight-year-old black Chink kid? We'll take him.
- Frank? - Wait. If it's a matter of... You know? Here.
- What is that? - What is that?
That is D, flawless, 3.2 carats, emerald cut.
- This is not a marketplace. - Right.
You're not smart enough to take this any more than to identify good parents.
Get out of my office.
You did not ask about us or what kind of people we are.
There is a child waiting. You are denying us him and him us. Who the hell are you?
- Don't make a scene. - Our criteria...
Your criteria?
Your criteria are so far up your ass they can't see daylight. Bullshit!
It's not happening. Let's go.
I got some ABC-type information for you, lady.
I was state raised, and this is a dead place.
A child in eight-by-four green walls.
After a while you tell the walls "My life is yours".
- You grow up in the suburbs? - Yes.
Right. Right.
What are you lookin' at? Huh?
- (man #1) Jimmy's got better. - (man #2) Yeah. Cos he charcoals 'em.
- I'm gonna pull him over here. - Yeah.
(horn)
Hey, how you doin'?
- Wonderful, thank you. - That's good.
You know, a very important thing for you to remember is gonna be my name.
- Sergeant Urizzi. - Urizzi. Why's that?
Because I'm gonna do good things for ya.
What for? Good conduct medal?
Nah. I'm here to make life easy for you.
Yeah? Smooth out the bumps and the humps.
You know? Your relationship with us.
I didn't know I had one.
Look, we're your new partners. We're in for ten points.
What'd this set you back?
Ten points of what?
You know. The guy?
Leo. Your action.
I don't get this. What's with you? Listen.
Our end goes with the territory.
Don't you know you gotta come up?
I am a car salesman.
You guys want a deal on a Buick, come on.
- Hey, motherfucker... - Don't you come on to me. And you?
You wanna pinch me, you pinch me. I'll be out in ten minutes.
If not, get the fuck off my car.
- You all right? - What does this mean?
It means... heat, police.
It means it's hard for me to make moves from now on.
Beepers on the cars, the works.
Are they in the walls? Can they hear everything we're saying all the time?
Probably it's just the phones, but I'll check.
You're uneasy.
- Fuck this house. We move. - I'm OK.
I'm OK.
Bastards.
(march-style music on jukebox)
- (Jimmy) Hey, Jose Greco. Sit down. - (music stops)
(Leo) I got this business deal.
From your end of the LA score, want me to put some of it to work for you?
- Street juice? - You couldn't get me out of bed for that.
I'm not cutting up nickels here.
Shopping centres. Fort Worth, Davenport, Jacksonville. Strictly legit.
- My money goes in my pocket. - Yours if you want in.
Gonna give you everything you need. You don't have to tell me now. Tell me later.
I wanna know why the minute I get locked with you everybody knows my business.
My house is bugged. My wife is upset. The guy at the Vehicle Bureau wants a fur.
There's a cop tail right now a half a block down the street. My car is bugged. Here.
This one behind the bumper, I'm supposed to find.
The other one in the wheel well's supposed to fool me. What is this?
- Leave it to me. - Leave what to you? Do it!
I said I'll take care of it. What about burning the vault?
- What about it? - Can you do it?
- I don't know. - OK.
- Fifth alarm system? - Nothing yet.
OK.
- What else you got on your mind? - What are you talking about?
You got family troubles? Somethin' with the old lady?
- What is this? Dear fuckin' Abby? - You tryin' to adopt a kid?
- How do you know that? - Barry mentioned to Mitch, Mitch to me.
You got friends. Lighten up, for Christ's sake.
Why don't you come to me with your problems? What am l? A stranger?
I take care of my people. Anything you want.
You and me, we do business. I do not mix apples and oranges.
- Bullshit. - Bullshit?
Yeah.
With my wife, with my kids, that's my whole life.
We are very tight. Kids are special, a miracle.
A little hoochie-coo, drop of energy -
wham-bam-magic-Sam, there's something sacred there.
That's my attitude.
What happens?
You state your model. Black, brown, yellow or white.
Boy or girl.
Where from?
Couple of ladies. They got babies - to sell.
- Their own. They sell 'em. - Jesus!
It's not the kid's fault that his mother's an asshole.
And you're not buying the mother. You're not gonna get a kid on the straight.
I want a boy.
- Done. - Hm?
Done. You got a boy.
Yeah? I got a boy?