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A truly splendid achievement.

You can relax now, gentlemen.

We'll take it from here.

Next.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Callum.

Yeah, are we kidding?

I never saw anyone die before.

You never saw this much money before.

Believe me, it'll buy a lot of forgetfulness.

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Hey, Lou, what's with the siree?

If I can get up at 6 A.M. in the morning, so can the rest of Manhattan.

Lieutenant, this is Captain Boyle, Turley Alarm System.

He was the first on the scene.

As if I didn't know.

Yeah, before he turned in his papers, Danny and I, we used to work out of

the 2-9 safe and loft.

How's it going, Irish?

Well, I can't complain, Theo.

Well, maybe a little bit, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

All right, tell me about it.

Well, I'm pulling the midnight, right?

So long about 4.30, we get a signal from the calibrator that they're going

to pull the cork on the jerk.

It's the proper code, so we switch off the audible alarm hookup and give the

okay signal.

But an hour later, the green light's still burning.

Now, that's a little flaky even for the calibrator.

So just to be on the safe side, I buck it on down here.

And what you see is what I found.

Those two with the yaps taped and trussed up with the clothesline.

The stiff over there and the empty safe.

Contacted your squad first, and then I called our client.

Prince Caribbean?

He's mobbed up with the Crespi organization.

Come on, Theo, he's a customer of mine.

To me, he's just a successful restaurateur.

Sure.

And how about Anastasia, who had to pick the right barber shop?

Oh, who says neatness counts?

Ripped you up, that's not her, it's metal shop.

Whatever, it's the guys they came for.

You take Captain Boyle's statement, would you please?

If he tries to pull any of those $5 words with you, just remind him it took

me one year to teach him how to spell "perpetrator."

I see him busy.

Unofficially, I'm prepared to say that to all intents and purposes, he

appears dead.

Probable cause, bullet wound.

Anterior entry, posterior exit, horizontal

trajectory, right through the old ticker.

Fancy that.

Friend of yours.

Friend of yours?

Bloody Crowder, all-purpose butt man, a far cry from his own turf.

Man he know knows Gargiano, another model citizen.

The other one, that's a fresh face.

Yeah, Nino Larocca, he's a pilgrim from

the Midwest, works for a sausage factory.

You want to talk to him?

No, he can keep.

Hey, Magenta.

Looks like you've suffered some business of reverses.

What's the damage, champ?

$4,801.73.

Would you like to try that again?

Well, there's the receipts, the register tabs.

You add them up.

Hey, I'm not talking about how many pepperoni pizzas you sold last night.

That's chicken feed.

Whoever busted into that box took your policy bank.

Would you like to crank that up in your machine or not?

What policy bank?

I don't know from policy, Lieutenant.

I'm in the restaurant business.

You are now.

We were strolling by, Nino, Buddy, and myself taking a shortcut through

the alley when we spotted a light in the office,

observing the fact that the rear door was unlocked.

Well, being public-spirited citizens and firm believers in law and order, my

friends and I determined to investigate.

Public-spirited citizens and firm believers in law and order, my friends

and I were determined to investigate.

With great caution, we entered the premises,

hoping to surprise and overwhelm the burglars.

To our regret, the reverse occurred.

Poor Buddy.

A heart like a lion, and now it beats no more.

I don't suppose you could describe your assailants.

Oh, Wavy, it happened so fast, Officer.

There were three of them, big men, masked and with handguns.

Yeah, well, no way.

All right, run them through R&I, okay?

And if they come out clean and nobody claims them, send them home.

What do you think?

Yeah, what do I think?

I think our three Cupid dolls were moonlighting, and then three other jokers

came along and relieved them of proceeds.

That's what I think.

Yeah, that's what I think.

Yeah?

Yep.

Terrific.

Now go prove it.

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Did you have to blow him away?

You were there.

What do you think?

Want some noodles?

The joint was all to a fuzz.

I knock over some one thing, a homicide.

Now that can stir up a lot of heat.

Page five, a couple of paragraphs.

You call that heat?

That's not the point.

What is the point, Nino?

Crowder was such a close friend of yours.

He got me into the organization.

And you repaid that magnanimous gesture by selling him out.

Yeah.

It leaves your Christian conscience behind some lilies.

What's this supposed to be?

A cut, of course.

My God, it's 50%.

There was at least 80 G's in that box.

98,643 to be exact.

And this 10 here, 10.

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I brought the job to you.

I put my bones on the line.

Don't you ever find out I crossed him.

They'll plant me in the pine barrens.

You think I'd risk that?

From Popsy Ten Grant?

Come on, Nino.

You betrayed your paisan.

Why should you expect better in our hands?

Does your sister know about the royal hosier you've given me?

Ask her.

You will?

You couldn't make it 15?

I'm on the arm of a shy farade.

It's not like you were pinched for bread.

You got a piece of Chinatown?

Did you hear that, group?

I'll give you my piece.

I'm throwing a set of dishes.

Only a scavenger preys upon his own.

50 years ago, your people realized the

folly of such counterproductive chauvinism.

They sensibly enlarged their territorial horizons to embrace the Afros, the.

Hispanics, the Anglos, and the Jews.

And as a result of this enlightened policy, they are today a multi-billion

dollar conglomerate.

You got no beef.

We left you alone, didn't we?

Sure.

Because you believed us unworthy of exploitation.

Ah, the natives are restless, Nino.

An inevitable byproduct of ethnic claustrophobia.

The mulberry street fat cats have had things all their way for long enough.

It's our turn now.

Call it a territorial imperative.

You're crazy.

All of you.

Take on the Combine?

You're out of your loving trees.

We're so crazy.

Why is it that you're walking out of here with only $10,000?

Okay.

You outfoxed me.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Maybe you outfoxed yourselves, too.

Well, if you'd have dealt me an honest hand,

I could have put you in the situations that would make the Calabria rip-off

look like a dime store smash and grab.

Kick yourself, Sammy.

You had a good thing going.

And you blew it, baby.

You blew it!

No, Nino.

You just blew it.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Captain.

When Captain meets Sergeant Gino Palluzzi,

would you believe Intelligence Division?

Organized Crime Bureau, Sergeant Gino Palluzzi, Captain Frank McNeil.

Sergeant. >> Captain.

Disconnected with the crowd of killing?