Across 110th Street

That's them.

We had an okay week.

Why wouldn't we?

Get Monday's stuff together.

Well, what have we got here?

All right, gentlemen, let's go.

All right.

- 575. - All right. Very good.

$590.

575.

First one's 20 for St. Nicolas.

783.

- 590. - 700.

Thousand, better check.

- Okay. - 623.

I got $623.

On the table.

- There anybody in there driving a '68 Caddy?

It's two cops.

- All right, give the assholes a couple of dollars.

Give him $20.

Everybody back up against the windows.

What the hell's going on?

Hey, man, I know him. That's Jim Harris.

Where's your gun?

I don't have any.

What's up, man?

What the hell does it look like,

you dumb son of a bitch?

Up with those hands.

Thought you was still in the joint.

- Harris, you think you can jive your way in here

and just take some money?

Shut it!

Come on, baby.

No! No, for god's sake!

Come on!

Not so goddamn fast!

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, Joe, you all right?

- I'm all right. - Come on.

You can't crap out on me now.

What the hell is going on?

Drive, man! Drive.

- What happened up there? - Drive!

Oh, shit! The truck!

What's the matter, Henry?

Can't you drive this piece of junk?

The thing is stalled, man!

Well then move it. Get it cranking!

Get out of here, man.

- Come on! - Hey, Jim! A cop! Cop!

Drive.

Drive!

Tony, where are you? Come here.

Tony, give him a kiss. Give him a kiss.

There, that's it.

You remember grandpa?

He gave you the bicycle last Christmas.

Come on.

He's so cute.

You want to hold him, grandpa?

- Nicky? - What?

You remember my uncle charlie?

- Who? - Charlie.

- Uncle Charlie. Hey, it's good to see you!

Hey, what are you going outside for?

Nick!

Take the kid.

Take the kid!

Anything else?

No, no, no, that's all.

- You sure? - That's all.

Okay, come on.

Hey, Theresa, take the kids.

They're always running out in the hall.

Come on, come on.

Nicky, get mama some champagne.

- You get it for her, Teresa, I'm busy. You get it.

Hello, there. How are you? Good to see you.

Excuse us. Excuse us.

How you doing, huh?

What is it?

Nick.

Look.

What do you see?

Central Park.

Central Park, si.

But there's also no-man's land that separates us

from the Black in Harlem.

Yeah.

Nick, today they took our bank in Harlem

for over $300,000.

What?

They killed two of the family,

two cops, and two of their own.

Nick, it ain't for the money, it ain't for the men,

but we have to teach them a lesson or we lose Harlem.

Okay.

- If we lose Harlem, we lose a lot more than the money.

We lose our prestige. You know that.

They're trying to push us out of Harlem.

We worked too hard to get it.

This may be your last chance.

It may be mine to do something for you.

Take care of yourself, Nick.

They're rough, those niggers.

All right?

Now, Nick, say the truth.

Can you handle it?

Yeah, sure, I can handle it.

What?

Yeah, sure you can, Nick, sure.

Hiya, Dave.

Mattelli, it's been a real bitch.

It's World War 11.

- That's what I heard, it's a real beaut, huh?

Where's Reilly?

I don't know, the last time I saw him

he was running ambulance.

Reilly?

Frank?

Why the hell wasn't I called before?

Come on, Frank. You were off duty.

We got to you as soon as we could

Okay, okay. Brief me, brief me.

Seven dead.

Seven? I heard six.

Patrolman Hanratty

on the way to the hospital, doesn't stand a chance.

Anything else?

Right now, just bodies.

Three white, 4 Black, all dead.

Where were the boys hit?

Hanratty about 30 yards down,

about where that prowl car is.

Patrolman Adams was coming around that corner.

Where'd it happen, upstairs?

Yeah.

How's this car involved?

Checking the registration,

it must have brought some of them here.

- It did? - Yes.

- New york car? - Yeah, it's local.

Where's the brass?

Chief of detectives is upstairs.

The mayor's busy upstate, he's running for governor now.

Commissioner's explaining to a convention in San Francisco

how beautifully we do things here in New York.

They both send their regards.

That's fine, that's great.

Anything on the canvas? - Not a damn thing.

Nobody saw, nobody heard, huh?

No.

That figures.

And you didn't hear anything either?

No, I didn't, no.

No, it was just terrible.

- The dude they took out before was cut in two.

Machine gun.

- They've been digging 'em out of the walls

halfway down the block, Frank.

9mm. Lots of them.

Jimmy, take a few frontal shots.

Hello, Frank.

- Hi, Charlie. Got yourself a handful, huh?

Things don't add up.

Two whites, three Blacks. How do you figure it?

- What else brings whites to Harlem but business?

Who are you?

You must be captain Mattelli.

That's right.

I'm Lieutenant William Aylesworth Pope.

I'm in charge here.

Hmm.

Excuse me, um...

What did you say?

- I said, I'm Lt. Pope. I'm in charge here.

Meaning what?

- Meaning, Captain, I'm Lt. Pope, I'm in charge here.

Frank!

Hey, Jack.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Well, we got the big brass, eh.

Come on in here a minute, I wanna talk to you.

Yeah.

Shut the door.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack.

Frank, this one's gonna be a bitch.

Downtown's afraid it's gonna hit the fan.

- Did you bring me in here to make a speech? What is it?

No, I didn't. You're not gonna like it.

- Well come on, stop dancing around, tell me.

The politicians feel

that this other guy here should carry the ball.

Who?

Him, that dinged ya, the Black guy.

Why, because he-he's Black?