Car 2-1-1-8. Call Greenpoint Hospital
and tell them we're bringing in a wounded cop.
'All right. 10-4. Thanks a lot. '
8th Precinct. Yeah.
Jesus Christ.
Guess who got shot.
Serpico.
Do you think a cop did it?
I know six cops said they'd like to.
- Hello? - 'Sidney?'
New York Times. Serpico's been shot.
Oh, my God!
- 'They're taking him to Greenpoint. ' - I'll see you there.
'To be a police officer means to believe in the law'
and to enforce it impartially, respecting the equality of all men
and the dignity and worth of every individual.
Every day, your life will be on the line.
And also your character.
You'll need integrity, courage, honesty,
compassion, courtesy,
perseverance and patience.
You men are now prepared to join the war against crime
and put the theory you have learned into practice in the streets.
- Same time, same place, both reports. - I already made out a full report.
- Are you covering this, Lieutenant? - Yes, Chief Green.
- Who was with Serpico? - Heinemann and Julio.
I want them interrogated. I want this conducted as an official investigation.
Transcripts by 9:00 am.
- And I want a 24-hour guard on Serpico. - Yes, sir.
You two, over there.
'Ralph Sighton. '
Frank Serpico.
Frankie!
Come on, Marianne wants a good shot.
Get closer!
Sir?
Upstairs. See the roll call man.
Take a map and memorise your post and sectors.
This week you're 8:00 to 4:00.
Grab an empty locker. Any questions, the older guys will help. Good luck.
Yo! 8:00! Let's go! Come on. Gather round. Let's go.
All right. Settle down.
There's just a few announcements today, and two new men.
On the board on my left you see Squad One, Blue Sector.
Squad Two, Red Sector. Squad Three, Green Sector.
We want summonses, summonses, summonses,
- This is Frank Serpico, Charlie. - Hello, Frank.
- How about some cream chicken? - Sounds good to me.
No, I think I'll have... how about a roast beef on a roll?
Yeah, OK. You go through the line. I'll bring it over.
Peluce, it's all fat here.
- I saw real lean beef over there. - Take it easy. Sit down.
- What's the matter? - Don't be so fussy. It's free.
I'm not fussy but I don't know how I'm going to eat this.
Charlie's an OK guy. We give him a break on double-parking on deliveries.
Couldn't I pay for it, get what I want?
Frank, generally you just sort of take what Charlie gives you.
'Sector D, David, 10-34, possible rape in progress.
'Vicinity of PS 2-18, Grand Avenue and BQ Expressway. '
- Becker, aren't we going to take that? - Relax, Frank. It's not our sector.
It's on the borderline.
I'm gonna take it.
D Sector, 15-47, 10-4.
Oh, my God!
Hold it! Hold it! Police officer!
Oh, shit!
Don't shoot. Be cool.
All right. OK. Put your guns away. Put your guns away now.
Come on! I said put the motherfucking guns away!
I'll cut her, goddamn it.
Turn the motherfucking light out, man.
I'll cut her, man. I'll cut her. You just be cool, goddamn it.
Just be cool. All right.
All right. All right. That's it.
Other one... took his thing out.
He put it up to my mouth.
He held me down.
They said if I didn't do it... they'd kill me.
- She's gonna make a helluva witness. - Would you like a stretcher?
Muscles, he's all yours. I'll call you from the hospital.
OK. Who were your playmates?
- Hey, Frank, do you want a piece of this? - No. I'll fill out the arrest card.
Hey, Charlie. Let me have five minutes with him?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Thank you, Charlie.
That prick really worked you over. How do you feel?
- How come you didn't stay for the fun? - That's not my kind of fun.
I want to talk to you. I want to get you a cup of coffee.
Without cuffs.
Now, look. I didn't touch you upstairs, right?
You take off on me, I'll put one in your back. Understand?
Come on.
Goddamn shame you're gonna take this whole rap yourself.
Maybe you're guilty, maybe you're not.
Maybe you just went along for the ride. I got a feeling you did.
You're the one who got caught. You never even got your cock out.
- Put it in the report. - It's in the report.
Look at you.
- I can't eat. - No, you can't.
I don't understand you, you know that?
What are you, obligated to those guys? Fuck it!
They left you holding the bag. You don't owe them nothing.
They're gonna put you away, you know that?
What can I get?
Let's see. Kidnapping. Sodomy. Rape.
Are you kidding me?
Here.
You talk to me. Save yourself.
You're not going to send someone over? McCoy, I get one, I'll lose the other.
Look, Serpico, that's Muscle's case. He's off for a few days. I can't cut it.
- They're here now! - 'It'll keep. '
No, it won't.
Police officer! Hold it! Hold it! Turn around!
Come on, man. Come on. Please take that gun from my head.
Turn around slowly.
We'll take it from here. You don't have to hang around.
What are you talking about? That's my collar.
We take the collar.
A collar like this, it don't look good if a patrolman takes it.
I don't care how it looks. I did the work. I broke my ass on this. It's my collar.
You really want the collar? You can be brought up on charges.
You left your post, you left the street,
entered the schoolyard without permission, that's just for openers. Right, Penella?
No memo entry? Shit, you'd be lucky to end up with a reprimand.
We'll give you an assist on the arrest, kid.
Jim, get out of the way. What are you doing over there?
What do you want me to do? Cross the street?
- Hey, Frankie. - Hi!
- Hey, Pasquale. - Hey, Frankie. How you doin'?
- OK. How you doin'? Where's Pop? - Be back in a half hour. How's it going?
- OK. I've come to get my shoes. - Yeah.
Warm it up! Warm it up!
- Oh, here they are. - Frankie, how you doin'?
OK. Good job. You people do good work here.
So... how you doin', Frankie?
You keep asking me that. What's the matter with you? I'm doing OK.
I thought you were coming over Saturday night.
I'm sorry, Pasquale. I couldn't make it.
Margaret invited Marianne over. Marianne was very disappointed.
Nah, look. I don't like that.
Don't invite people over if you're not sure I'm gonna come. I mean it now.
- If I want to see Marianne, I'll call her. - What's going on with you two?
Hey, Pasquale. I'm going to tell you something.
All day long I work with cops. Right?
Now when I go out, I see Marianne,
her father's a cop, her brother's a cop, her uncle's a cop.
I got a feeling she's a cop.
Come here. How you doin' on the job?
- It's got its problems. - Mama tells me you need an apartment.
- Is that true? - Yeah.
Where are you going?
I don't know. I'm looking around by the school.
- NYU? Greenwich Village? - Yeah, Greenwich Village.
- This neighbourhood's not good enough? - Tell Pop I was here.
- Yeah. Frankie! Sunday? - Sunday what?
Dinner. Huh?
- Do me one favour. - I know, I know. No Marianne.
All right, a couple of announcements.
Announcing a course in fingerprint identification at John Jay College.
The course will be available to patrolmen who wish to make themselves eligible
for assignment to the Bureau of Criminal Identification, BCl,
which is a path to a detective's gold shield. Signed Captain McGuire.
On the board on my left, you'll see Squad One...
- Hot enough for you? - It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
I had a feeling you were going to say that.
You know how long you've taken on that one?
Check one print category. Two. That's plenty.
I'm not going to give a guy a "No Record" when he might have a record.
How long have you been with the BCl, Serpico?
All my life.
That's long enough to know how we do things.
Barto. It's not just that.
You don't like me.
BCl never had a weirdo cop before.
Barto. Stop bugging me.
# Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-ba #
Hey. Wanna buy a puppy?
I don't know.
Where'd you get these dogs?
Oh, they're mine.
Want one for free?
Ah... no, I'll pay for it. How much are they?
$5.00.
You got it.
OK. Which one of you guys wants to come with me?
What?
Come on.
- Will you do me a favour? - What?
Watch the car and my stuff as I'm moving in?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Don Quixote: actor or lunatic?
Senorita Lane?
- Mr Serpico. - I've got my horse here.
- Maybe I could drop you somewhere. - I'm going to work at the Cafe Reggio.
Cafe Reggio. That... erm...
- That's Fourth Street and... - McDougall and Third.
- That's it. Can I give you a lift? - Sure.
Jesus, what's that?
You've got your hands on my money belt. Don't do that.
That's not a money belt. That's a gun.
We've gotta eat, don't we?
- What do you need a gun for? - Ever hear of Barnum and Bailey?
- Yeah. - I'm their lion tamer.
- Come on. - It's the truth.
- I think you're full of shit. - You do, huh?
- What do you do? - Oh, me? I'm an actress.
A singer, a dancer and a Buddhist.
In that order?
- I'm a cop. Would you believe that? - No, I wouldn't believe it.
- Leslie. Leslie. - Yep?
Those leaps that guy made. What do you call them again?
- Jetes. - Jetes?
You try it.
All right. How do you start it? What's your position?
Comme ca.
Next life. Come on.
What are you reading now, Serpico?
My Life, by Isadora Duncan.
She was a ballet dancer.
A belly dancer?
No. A ballet dancer. Ballet.
You know ballet?
- A little. - A little bit, huh? You ever see one?
Not close.
I've been to the ballet. It's terrific.
- I've been taking classes, you know. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah. That's where I go after I leave here.
Fantastic for your body. It really builds you up.
- I can tell. - You noticed, huh?
- I noticed. - There's five positions, you know that?
- Five? You're being short-changed. - No, that's enough, believe me.
- For what? - Watch.
See? This is the first position.
From this position, I can do anything.
- Want to see? - Sure.
Here we go.
Bye!
- Lieutenant Steiger, I... - No. Later.
- Hey, turn off the lights. - Oh, Potts, I wanted to read.
Positions, positions. Positions like that you don't see in a Pretzel factory.
How am I going to do my pee-pee in the dark?
She's got to be a nympho with positions like that.
Serpico, how can you piss at a time like this?
Barto wants a specimen.
I'll look into this matter.
- What have you got there? - Here.
Straight ahead.
- Straight ahead where? - Third window down.
- I don't see anything. - Let me see.
Oh, she just pulled down the shade.
- You've got to be some kind of jinx. - That's right. Blame me.
Hold it, Serpico. What were you two doing?
In the shithouse in the dark. Were you going down on him?
- What are you talking about? - You weren't doing a little peeping Tom.
- You were sucking his cock, weren't you? - What are you, crazy?
I'll show you fuckin' crazy. Last week I found a pair of shorts with semen on 'em.
There.
You're actually accusing me of this?
Good morning, Captain McClain. I'm Officer Serpico.
I was told I could talk to you, sir.
Oh. Certainly, son. Come in.
Lieutenant Steiger won't make a report.
He's too concerned with the image of his department.
But it... it could affect your future at the BCl.
Sir, I tell you... er... frankly, I don't see any future there.
It's all bullshit about it being a career path toward being detective
- because I've been there two years now... - And you want a transfer.
Yes, sir. But I don't want to go back to Uniform.
I'll see what I can do, Frank.
Francis, do you know about my weekend retreats for Catholic officers?
No.
You read that. It might be of interest to you.
You are a Catholic, aren't you?
- Yeah. I was baptised. - Good. Good.
Alfie, come on.
Paco! Ooh, missed you, baby!
- She's so crazy, that girl. - Why "Paco"?
All my friends call me Paco. Could you do me a favour?
- Get my keys out of this pocket for me. - Sure.
Well erm... what'll I call you?
Frank or... Paco?
Paco.
- Leslie! - Sally!
Oh, Larry! This is Paco.
Larry's a poet but he works for an advertising agency.
And Sally's an actress but she works for a photographer.
- Paco's a policeman. - Oh... that's terrific.
- I work for the Police Department. - That's really nice.
Pat's a novelist but you're working for an insurance company now, aren't you?
- Yes, I am. - Yeah.
- Paco's a policeman. - Really? How exciting!
Not too. Right now I'm filing fingerprints.
I file insurance policies.
- We should get together and file... - Hey, that was an improvement.
I want to ask you something.
How come all your friends are on their way to being somebody else?
Think about that.
I want to ask you something else, too. Will you do me a big favour?
Don't tell anybody I'm a cop.
- Let me just sorta do it myself. - OK.
Hey, man, are you really a cop?
- That's right. I am. - Wow.
- Leslie is a mind-fucker. - You got to be kidding.
I didn't know that. What's a mind-fucker?
Well, it's a chick who digs intellectual types and super bright guys.
She's very perceptive.
Japanese culture and theatre and painting is too rigidly stylised.
You know. Yeah, but...
I think after a while when you get through that
you start to appreciate the clarity, the authority.
I got a sheepdog.
There have been sheepdogs in my family dating back...
for sixteen generations.
Dating back to the Borgias.
The family crest is a sheepdog pissing into a gondola.
Paco, everybody loves you! I love you!
Officer Serpico reporting, sir.
That fuckin' thing on your lip? It goes. And get a haircut.
- Er... sir? - That's an order.
You look like an asshole with dentures.
- Do I have the right of appeal, sir? - Sure.
Go see Captain Tolkin. You got one foot in shit already. Put the other one in.
Where might that be I wonder, sir?
Thank you, sir.
That is one hell of a moustache. I wish I had the guts.
I have what I consider to be good reasons for wearing it, sir.
- You don't have to tell me. - I'd like to, sir.
I thought so.
I think it's time that we started to communicate more on the streets.
The way it is, we're totally isolated, sir.
We're completely out of touch with what's happening.
An undercover cop in disguise wears blacks shoes and white socks.
Everybody knows who he is.
You've made your point. I want you to keep your moustache.
And I'd like you to patrol in your own car, wear whatever you want.
- How does that strike you? - I'd like that, sir.
- All right. - To be honest, I'm bucking for detective.
- No shit. - No.
Hold it!
What the hell are you doing?
Oh, Christ.
Get against the wall.
Hey! I'm a police officer!
Get over there. Hey! It's me, Serpico!
Hey, I'm a police officer! Police officer!
- I'm a police officer! - Jesus, Frank!
How was I supposed to recognise you?
- You stupid fuck. - Frank, I didn't know you!
You didn't know me? You fire without looking?
You fire without a warning, without a fucking brain?
Oh, shit.
If I buy one, you motherfucker, I'm not gonna buy it from you.
Holy shit, look at that mess.
- Filling out forms till next month. - Good.
Jesus, Frank, I know this is a helluva time to ask you...
but I'll have to go through all that ballistics bullshit.
- Good. You should. - It'll look bad with nothing to show for it.
Frank, do me a favour.
Give us the collar?
You motherfucker.
You want the collar? You don't want to fill out forms?
Here.
- You're a buddy. - Oh, I'm a buddy.
Only you tell Tolkin I gave it to you.
I am passing out these marijuana cigarettes for you to sample,
so that when you become plain clothes men,
you'll be able to identify the pungent aroma
and recognise the disorienting effect of the drug
when you observe them in narcotics suspects.
Among users of the drug,
a marijuana cigarette is referred to as reefer,
stick, roach, joint.
The drug itself is referred to as pot,
tea, boo, stuff, grass.
Hey, this is real good shit.
- I gotta have something to eat. - Oh, look what it is.
Look what it is. It's a potato factory is what it is and I have to have some.
I love it, I love it.
We have nothing to... I have to have a dime?
- It goes in the little slot. - That doesn't work. It's from the civil war.
- Pull on it. - It doesn't, doesn't, doesn't, doesn't.
- Go ahead. - It should shoot out. Please! I beg of you!
Come out, potatoes! Come out!
- You're pretty fuckin' weird, for a cop. - Me?!
- What about you? - You're the weird guy.
- You! You're a fuckin' hippy. - It's beautiful, though.
The two of us.
Gimme.
Where are you supposed to go from here?
9-3 Precinct. Plain Clothes. Put your gun away.
You?
I am scheduled to go...
on special assignment with the Mayor's Department of Investigations
Detective Squad.
- That's gold shield. - Yeah.
No four years in Plain Clothes?
- Who do you know? - I make it my business to know people.
- People who can help. - Unfair.
- Life is unfair, man.
You've got a feel for the streets and I've got a feel for the politics, I guess.
You and me in one Bat Mobile could clean up the city in no time.
I wonder if we can get candy out of this machine.
No, thanks.
Well, this is a good place to tell you, Paco.
You know that guy in Texas I was telling you about?
Yeah.
- What about him? - I'm going to marry him in two months.
Unless you marry me.
What about the theatre and the dancing?
A girl has to get married some time.
Well, you're a long way from some time, Leslie.
I thought you were committed.
I am but...
You are but...?
I can go on working and studying there.
Where? Fort Worth?
Amarillo.
Amarillo?
Am I invited to the wedding?
I'll ask Roy.
It's pretty good in this precinct. There you go.
Usually a nine-to-five day is the best time for policy and bookmaking.
But if you have to work nights, like liquor violations, just call in.
Don't worry about quotas right now. A couple of hooker collar's will keep it cool.
Serpico. Been holding this for you.
It's from Jewish Max.
First day on the Precinct I get that.
This is great, Frank.
I can open a whole can of peas with this.
It's scary. I want to protect myself.
OK. You know what we do with this?
We take it to Inspector Kellogg.
- Kellogg? - Yeah.
Kellogg? Didn't he used to be in Plain Clothes?
He's the second highest-ranking cop in the Department of Investigations.
I happened to be instrumental in getting the man his job.
He owes me, you understand?
He's the most honest cop I know, Frank.
Frank... trust me.
Things like this were common practice in the bad old days.
Hard to believe it's still going on.
Serpico, don't you think it's kinda stupid taking an envelope
from somebody you didn't know?
Erm...
What was I supposed to do? How would I know what was in it unless I took it?
You er... you have two alternatives.
You can force me to take you to the Commissioner of Investigations.
- He'll drag you in front of a grand jury. - I don't want that.
I can understand that. Word will get out.
Before it's all over, they'll find you face-down in the East River.
- What's the other alternative? - Forget it.
Well, what do I do with this?
- Hey, sarge? - Yeah?
- Got a minute? - Yeah.
A coloured cop gave me this. I don't know what to do with it.
Yeah. I'll send it on to the Benevolent Association.
Alfie.
Is that Björling?
No. It's Di Stefano.
I was sure it was Björling.
No.
You can hear it better over here.
- That's an invitation, right? - Right.
Coffee?
I'll have to take a rain check. I'm due at the hospital.
Why don't you call in sick? Perfect place.
Not me.
Are you dedicated or something?
That's right. I'm dedicated. Most men can't stand it.
- What do they know? - I like your garden.
Hey. Love my garden.
OK. I love your garden.
- You know what they say, don't you? - No. What do they say?
If you love a man's garden, you've gotta love the man.
You like her, Alfie?
All I can tell you is I gave it back.
I've got to get out of the 9-3.
What happened on your Narcotics application?
It was all set until I told them I was in Plain Clothes, and that was it.
It was like the kiss of death. They think everybody in Clothes in on the take.
Sir, do you know anything about the Bronx 7th Division?
I can go there if I want, but if it's the same shit, screw it.
I'd rather answer phones for the Spanish Communications Unit and go nuts.
Come on, Alfie.
Frank, did anyone ever tell you
that you have a tendency towards self-pity?
- No, you're the first. - All right.
I have a friend up there. Roy Palmer. He's an administrative officer.
- I'll speak with him. - Good. Thank you, sir.
- Bye, Francis. God bless you. - Thank you.
- Yeah? - 'Frank? Captain McClain here. '
- Captain McClain. Hold on a minute? - 'Sure'.
- Yeah. Sorry. - Frank. I saw Inspector Palmer tonight.
He says the 7th Division is as clean as a hound's tooth.
His words. "Clean as a hound's tooth. "
'I told him that he was getting a hard-working officer. '
Wears a beard, speaks Spanish. He'd make a superb undercover man.
- He was delighted. - That's good news, sir.
- Thank you. Thank you very much. - 'Good night, Frank. God bless. '
When did you start doing that?
McClain says that Palmer says that the 7th is as clean as a hound's tooth.
Well, if that's true, your problems are over.
Plain Clothes Division?
Upstairs.
Frank! How are you? Good to see you! We heard you were coming up here.
Say hello to Nate Smith. Frank Serpico.
- Jaime Morales, Frank Serpico. - Serpico.
You'll love it up here. It's beautiful.
I'll see you later. Take a ride with me. I've got to make a collar.
- Maybe I should check in. - Fuck that. Come on.
# Deck the hall with boughs of holly
# Fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la #
...dollars if Minnesota. Right.
Green Bay twelve and a half at...
You dumb fuck. We told you this location's hot. We told you to stay out of here.
Keogh. Nobody told me. Honest.
Bullshit. Let's take a walk.
- All right, a C-note a piece. - No way. We got a complaint. Right?
- Come on. - All right, make it two hundred, Keogh.
Are you getting cheap in your old age, bambino?
- Three. - Three?
- You heard me. - All right. Three.
I'll make it a light one.
- Hey, Frankie. - Yeah?
- Want to write this up? - No, I'm gonna check in.
- Take the collar. Get on the sheet. - I better check in.
Hey, Frank.
We'll have a talk later, right?
That dumb schmuck only came up with two bills because I booked him.
- Here you go, Frank. - No, it was your collar. Keep it.
I had a hunch you weren't going to take it.
Frankie, we got a call about you from downtown. I ain't saying who.
They just said you couldn't be trusted, you know?
- Cos I don't take money, right? - Frank...
Who can trust a cop who don't take money?
You are pretty weird, you know, kid?
With that call and all, the guys were getting a little worried.
I told 'em you were OK. I knew you. You'd never hurt another cop. Right?
You'd never hurt another cop, would you?
- It'd depend on what he did. - That's the wrong answer, Frank.
Frankie...
We're not doing anything bad here.
We're skimming a little gambling money. It's clean. It's not dope. Hurts nobody.
Frank, a gambler's a gentleman. They'll operate anyhow, right?
Keogh, you don't have to explain yourself to me. Do what you gotta do.
- Want some tea? - I don't like that shit. I'll have a coffee.
What's the matter? What are you worried about?
Listen, we don't go overboard here. We're not sloppy. We're careful.
The spics, the niggers, we bust them cos they operate so dumb
they get your ass in hot water every time.
But the Italians are a different story. They're men of their word. They're reliable.
- You've got it analysed. - You're fucking right I have. It's worth it.
You know how much the nut's running now, Frankie?
- No, I wouldn't know that. - $800 a month.
That's 800 clams every time your girlfriend gets the curse. Tax free.
Here's the beauty. You don't get it for the first eight weeks anyhow.
Till the guys get to know you and you're OK. But you don't lose, either.
You get it on the other end when you leave the Division.
Frankie, it's like... it's like severance pay.
Think it over, all right? In or out.
Look at me. I'm shaking.
All my life I've wanted to be a cop.
I can remember nothing else.
I remember this one time...
There was something happening. A domestic argument or something.
Somebody stabbed somebody.
And there was this crowd around this tenement.
I must have been nine, ten years old. I was this big.
I went over to see what was going on. The red light was going round and round.
There were all these people and I couldn't see.
I kept saying, "Do you know what's going on?"
Nobody knew. It was like a big mystery behind that... that crowd there.
All of a sudden...
the crowd just parted.
Like the Red Sea, you see.
And there were these guys in blue and I said, "They know. "
But what do they know? What do they know?
It's amazing. It's incredible.
But I feel like a criminal cos I don't take money.
- You get so tense when you talk about it. - I wonder why.
Come here.
- Right there. - Here?
- I'm going to ask you a question, OK? - OK.
- Do you like cops? - You're my first.
No, I mean all this shit I've been telling you.
- Do you believe it? - Why not?
- Does it shock you? - Not much.
Aww. What's the matter with me?
Everybody knows about cops.
Did you ever hear the story of the wise king?
No. But I get the feeling I'm going to.
Well, there was this king and he ruled over his kingdom.
Right in the middle of the kingdom, there was a well.
That's where everybody drank.
One night, this witch came along and she poisoned the well.
And the next day everybody drank from it except the king.
They all went crazy. They got together in the street
and said, "We've got to get rid of the king, cos the king is mad. "
And then that night he went down and he drank from the well.
And the next day all the people rejoiced
because their king had regained his reason.
- I think you're trying to tell me something. - Me?
Hey, Frank, I want you to say hello to somebody.
- Drop you cocks and grab your socks. - What the fuck is this?
Frank Serpico, say hello to Don Rubello.
He's your new partner.
Hey look, if you don't want to work with this fucking nut for some reason,
I'll buddy up with him, all right?
And go through all that crap changing assignments? Nah, we'll be OK.
We're Paisanos, right?
- What's with the fuckin' mouse? - He's my partner.
He's specially trained. He goes to track down heroin.
Let him loose, he goes into the hole, picks it up, brings it back.
Sniffs it out, brings it to you.
Yeah, I've heard of that.
You heard of that? Yeah.
This guy I'm looking for. Vernon.
He's a numbers collector who ain't been meeting his obligations.
He won't be hard to spot. He's a mover. This is prime time.
Since we're partners, you've gotta know the situation.
Straight off. I collect for the Division.
Me and two other bagmen.
That's what Keogh was sort of hinting at.
Yeah, three of us pick up the payoff twice a month.
Hey, look. There he is.
Son of a bitch!
- Look out! - You stupid bastard!
Where's the money?
You've been jerking me around, you fuck.
I'm behind now, man!
Three times you never showed, right?
I'll have it for you tonight. I swear. I'll have it for you tonight. Don't bust me!
Last time, Vernon. The last time!
You fuck me and you're gone. You hear? You hear?
See you at the Domino. Midnight. You'd better have $300, you fuck. You hear?
Right? Right?
All right, Frank.