Shaft's Big Score!

Mr. Asby.

It's me, Jesse.

Just, uh, go about what you're doing.

Asby: Hello?

Hello?

John?

John?

Can you hear me?

John!

What's the matter? John!

Answer me... John!

Can you hear me?

John, are you there?

Yeah.

I gotta see you.

Is this Cal?

It's me.

It's your brother.

Does he know you're here?

Mnh-mnh.

At 2:00 in the morning, man?

I'm at the office.

That's your problem, baby.

Where you been all day?

Around.

I've been trying to reach you.

I put $5,000 in your bank account this afternoon...

Payment in advance.

For what?

Pick me up... now.

I'm in deep trouble.

What's up?

Get here... fast,

and I'll tell you when I see you.

Yeah, okay.

I've been trying to reach my sister arna...

Got to warn her.

Have you heard from her?

I think I can put a hand on her.

If you can reach her, tell her to get home,

keep the doors locked till we get there.

Yeah, okay.

Now, look here.

That man's trouble! He's been to my house!

He'll put a hole in your soul, honey!

Check to see if there are any other bodies inside.

Looks like Cal asby to me. What's he look like to you?

What's left of him.

Maybe you two had a little conversation

before this happened.

What did he tell you, shaft?

"Stay away from black honkies

with big, flat feet."

Look like there's only one dead, captain.

I was hoping maybe you could shed some light on that.

He never hurt anyone in his life.

He loved this community,

and everybody here loved him.

He was planning to break ground

for that childcare clinic over in Harlem

sometime next month.

But now...

And how did you feel about that?

With him... all the way.

Don't shit me, Kelly.

You fought him tooth and nail

about laying bread on that ghetto clinic.

Hey, um, fellas...

Help me move this next door.

After all, I can't leave it here.

Okay?

Yeah, right there is fine.

Thanks a lot.

Would you, uh, close the door

on your way out, please?

Ahhh.

Well, listen, before I forget...

Have Jack check those two front doors on the chopper.

What the hell you got the idiot there for, anyway?

Because he's the best.

What do you think I've got him there for?

Sorry, Gus. I'll go use the phone...

In the bedroom.

Kelly says the safe's empty.

Gus!

Do you hear me?

Kelly said the safe's empty.

Pour.

I don't understand

how Kelly says the safe is empty.

Did you ask Mr. Kelly to pop... by?

Yes.

I told him if he didn't have the $250,000,

I'd personally have his ass.

Possibly Mr. Kelly needs a little more time, hmm?

You shouldn't crowd people, Andy.

It's not cool.

You, uh, got to give a man a little elbow room.

Yeah, I'll give him elbow room...

Black son of a bitch!

Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh.

You have a tendency to overreact, Andrew.

You see, Mr. Kelly means

not only the quarter of a million dollars he owes me.

But remember... he's got the key to queens.

Relax.

Relax.

I don't want too many boys hanging around.

They won't be there.

All right. Make sure they're not there.

What are you wusses doing here?

Well, well.

You go to a lot of funerals, shaft.

Willy and me,

one day we'll drop in on yours.

Real soon.

You're not invited.

In that case,

we'll send you a wreath... with love.

Heh heh heh.

What about asby and those numbers?

What are we gonna do about that business?

Ain't our war, Willy.

Kelly's in charge now.

We got enough troubles of our own.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god, what happened?!

Keep an eye on her.

Yeah.

Aaah!

Right on time, Mr. Kelly.

Just trying to help, man.

Yeah, right.

Look, do me a favor...

If you get a moment,

let me take a look at those partnership papers, okay?

Okay.

I wanna thank you for being so helpful, Mr. Kelly.

At a time like this, John, it's the least I can do.

Arna tells me you're gonna be handling

her end of the business.

You don't have any objections to that, do you?

No, no.

Fact is, I figured since you're in such a bereaved state,

I might hang around and kinda help you out.

Who knows? Between the two of us,

maybe we can figure out who knocked off Cal.

Shaft.

Yep.

Lately we seem to be traveling

in the same circles...

Bombings, funerals, and houses of the deceased.

Sad circles.

Let's go down to the precinct and talk about it.

Okay, baby.

Get in the vehicle.

I got my own short.

I'll follow you.

Okay.

Come on, come on!

Captain: What the hell's going on here?

Chief... hey, chief,

get this bastard off my back.

You little son of a bitch!

Tell him I got rights!

What did he do?

The deli on northern boulevard for 300 bucks,

a gas station for 27,

then he ran a stolen Chevy into the side of a squad car!

I got rights!

Fuck your rights.

Go sue the city.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, kid.

Relax, huh?

Don't you know they're trying to rehabilitate you here?

Shit.

Now, you look...

You try any of that shit on me,

and none of us will walk out of this room!

Come on, shaft.

Sit down, shaft.

I'll sit when I'm sure.

That ape will stay in his cage.

Now, what the hell do you want with me?

What are you into with Cal asby and Johnny Kelly?

I was into a funeral for an old friend.

How's that any business of yours?

It's been the business of every man in this building

ever since asby and Kelly set up

a numbers racket in queens.

What's your connection with it?

What's wrong with numbers?

A man needs a little action.

Look, you got off-track betting here in New York,

got a lottery system all over the world.

Everybody needs a long shot.

Now, ain't that right, captain?

You're gonna make me throw up

if you keep lecturing me on the psycho-dynamics