All language subtitles for The Truck Organization (1958)

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This time we're gonna drop you,
and I'm not fooling.

Lieutenant, we found these
on the floor, near the window.

You heard the gate blow up
after you were hit. Sure?

Yes, sir. Whoever hit me
was already inside.

Put a trace on those in the morning.

Virgil, we can take this fella away.

Not just yet.

Any vehicles missing?
Maybe he blew the gate to get out.

- My car's here.
- We're not interested in your car.

- What about the others?
- All the wheeled vehicles are here.

- What about Mr Bishop's car?
- When I came on duty his car wasn't here

and when I checked this floor,
twice tonight, I didn't see him.

Jesus!

William Martin, the assistant manager?

Uh, technically
the vice president, yes, sir.

- Where'd you find him?
- At home. It looked like we woke him up.

We don't consider you a suspect. You
don't have to talk to us if you don't want.

Well, naturally,
I want to help, if I can.

OK.

Bishop was shot in the back
of the head and through the neck.

One bullet is still in the chest cavity.
The other is stuck in the wall.

Apparently he was bent over
studying those papers on the desk.

You might wanna take a look at 'em.

We manufacture most of our furniture,
but some of it we buy from Hong Kong.

it's a cost study.

Well, was that important enough
for him to work on tonight?

- Apparently.
- You knew he was gonna work tonight?

No. Mm? No, no, I didn't.

do you mind if we talk somewhere else?

Sure.

OK, Doc, you can take it away now.

Mr Martin.

This is Inspector Pecora.
I'm Lieutenant Tibbs. You were saying?

What? Oh, I...

Well, I-I-I...

I left a few minutes early.
John was still here.

He hadn't said anything
about working. Not to me.

We understand his car
wasn't here tonight.

That could be.
It's one of those sport cars.

He's always having it tuned.
He might have come by taxi.

We'll check that.

I suppose he had no enemies.
They never do.

I can't say John won friends
in the trade, but he was respected.

There's always robbery. But his wallet
didn't seem to have been disturbed.

Is there anything in that office
that anybody might want?

Business secrets, Mr Martin.
Anything like that?

There was nothing
important enough to kill for.

Well, let's take a look.

Take him in the other room.

Naturally we checked out the desk.
Would you mind opening it?

Well, I don't know. I mean,
shouldn't there be formalities?

- A search warrant or something?
- You said you wanted to help.

OK, I guess.

But I really...

He never would have shown us
the vault if we hadn't pushed him.

So, how do we know nothing was stolen?

Yes. You're sure?

Yes, they're just coming in now.

The bullets don't match.
Both .38s, but two different guns.

- Apparently two people didn't like Bishop.
- What've you got on him?

By the way, the layout
of the factory just came in.

He had no prison record. He had a good
army record. He was married 16 years.

He was with the company for ten years.
He was manager for six.

He owns 12 per cent of the stock,
and most of that is bonuses.

- That's all we have right now.
- What does Mrs Bishop say?

She's under sedation. We can't get
a statement until tomorrow.

The watchman still sticks to his story.

Officer Perelli heard
the explosion at 2.12,

but wasn't sure of the location. It took
him four minutes to spot the blown gate.

So, if they blew it to get in,
all they had was four minutes.

Not much time to get around
those alarms on the lower floors.

The lab says that the window glass
was cut from the outside...

five storeys up.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Your conference call, sir.
Paris and Istanbul.

One moment, please. Mr Alford.

OK, thank you.
Mr Alford and Mr Mills are here.

Andr�...

Bob Alford. I'll start with you.

I'm getting leery
of these offshore funds.

I suggest we sell 10,000 shares of OUS.

- What's your opinion?
- Uh, give me a moment, Bob.

There is something
I want to check on that.

The entire San Francisco stock
has been stolen.

John Bishop has been liquidated.

John Bishop.

Yes, my information seems
to indicate sell. I agree.

Do you have the joint-venture
agreement with Yugoslavia handy?

We must assume we have been penetrated.

We are sending all doubtful personnel out
of the country on trumped-up errands.

We want five thoroughly reliable men
sent here at once. Usual covers.

Our production must be
increased at the Turin plant.

We believe Giovanni should be replaced.
I'd like everybody's opinion on that.

I'd suggest Guido Malatesta
to replace him,

even if we have to buy
Guido's company to get him.

All existing heroin
from Marseilles refinery,

and increase purchases of raw opium
in Turkey regardless of price.

Zach and I agree on Malatesta.
What do you think?

We agree, Bob.

OK. Same time, day after tomorrow.

Jesus, if we've been penetrated...

If I know Bob, God help
the smart bastards who did it.

- What did you think of it?
- Of what?

- The sex lecture.
- It was all right, I guess.

The man said you may
have some questions.

I mean, any of it
you didn't already know?

Well, maybe not in those words.

Well, sex is a pretty big subject, man.

I mean, you'd think there was something
you didn't know about it.

It ain't normal, dammit.
A boy that age ain't supposed to know

as much as he wants me
to think he knows.

Maybe he doesn't think you
an authority on sex.

Oh? Well, how about you?

Well, of course, I'm from an older,
more innocent generation.

Of course.

But I'll do my best
to build your image with him.

Yeah?

Who's this?

How'd you get this number?

Who was that?

I don't know.

I wonder how he got an unlisted number.

Virge...

Honey, make me a sandwich.

Sergeant? Tibbs. Pick me up
in ten minutes. I'll tell you then.

- Virgil, please...
- It's just some guy.

He wants me to walk down Corning Street
alone... 2600 block at 7.45.

And you're gonna go?

Don't worry. Corning's a very busy street.
Now, fix me that sandwich.

They used a plastic explosive.

Flashlight batteries,
a cheap alarm clock. You know?

Not much chance of tracing that.

What have you got on Bishop's
assistant... William Martin?

A respectable record. The timing
makes it almost impossible...

We don't know the timing. If you forget the
explosion, the time of death was a guess.

Keep digging into that corporation.

Usually those businesses
have two or three principal owners.

Stop short of the intersection.
I'll walk around the corner.

It's 7.43. Give me half an hour.

Don't even poke your nose
on Corning until 8.15.

- And if you're still a no-show?
- Call in and give it to the department.

That damned bookie. I finally hit
the exacta and he pays me half.

You're lucky he paid you
anything. Half an hour.

It's time enough.

Hello, Juan. I thought
you were still in the marines.

Time flies, Lieutenant.
I think you know the reverend, too.

Dave Thomas, right? You had
that mission on Turk Street.

I still have.

Of course, I do a little moonlighting,
driving a truck.

Well?

Well...

Let me introduce you around.

Annie Sekido, San Francisco
State women's track team.

Charlie Blossom, pole vaulter, there.

Stacy Baker, sells sporting goods days,
studies law nights. And Joe Peralez.

If you're all so clean,
why the mumbo jumbo?

We were clean.

We...

we took the Century Furniture
factory last night.

- Whatever the deal is, no deal.
- But as God's our witness...

on my word as a minister,
we didn't kill Bishop.

It's heroin, Mr Tibbs. Scag, smack. About
four million dollars' worth wholesale,

- and this is just half of it.
- More than you cops got in 50 years.

And do you know why?
Because none of you bastards want to.

Hey, easy.

Take it easy. You're not exactly
among friends, you know.

What's the drug take in San Francisco
in a year? 50 million?

In the whole country? Billions.
You think we're stupid.

You be careful.

Mr Tibbs, no one is
accusing you personally.

But you and I both know organised crime
can't operate without police in the act.

I'll tell you why we give a damn.

My old man's been on scag ever since
I can remember. 50 bills a day.

So he stole. We all did.
Ma, the kids, everybody.

My baby sister...

OD'd.

15 years old, brother.

She's dead.

When I got out of the marines, nobody
welcomed home the boys from Vietnam.

So I said screw 'em,
and I started pushing grass.

I was good. They made me a carrier.

I pushed hard stuff all over,
so I was hardly home.

Then one night I found my kid brother.

And with Joe it was his girlfriend.
Charlie Blossom, his brother.

What do you want? A swap?
Heroin for immunity?

Mr Tibbs, we're out
to destroy the Organization.

Don't tell us we can't. We know more
about them bastards than you do.

And we got more guts.

What do you call yourselves? Vigilantes?

We don't call ourselves vigilantes.

We want to help you,
and we need your help.

- Why do you think we blew the gates?
- Tell me.

We wanted to attract your attention
to Century Furniture.

We knew they wouldn't report the theft.

We thought maybe you'd discover
it was a front and take it from there.

That's why we left the vault open. To tip
you off that there'd been something in it.

- How did John Bishop get there?
- We took him there to open the vault.

You kidnapped him.
Then why worry about murder?

He wouldn't have talked. We left him
alive, handcuffed to the chair.

Mr Tibbs,

we're not gonna tell you any more,
not until we're sure that you're with us.

- Forget it.
- Why?

We need your help.

The law says you're all criminals.
I can't.

The hell you can't.

- Cops do it every day in the week.
- That's with Department's knowledge.

You expect me to tell them
I want to protect six kidnappers

- with $4,000,000 worth of heroin?
- Simple. Don't tell 'em.

What do you think the Organization
is doing? They are looking for that stuff.

You keep underestimating us.

What I know, all of us know.

Time's up.

If you're smart you'll turn that stuff over
to me, or pour it down the drain.

If you were worth your goddamn oath,
you wouldn't chicken.

Cool it, Joe.

Anything?

No.

We missed dinner for nothing.
An informer I used to know. I...

It cost me five bucks
for some useless information.

Virge,

aren't you ever going to sleep?

What really did happen tonight?

I told you.

I was trying to learn a little something
about sex so I could rap with my son.

Well, you should be telling me.

Well, now that you mention it...

Kind of late, Captain Grayson.
They must be keeping you busy.

Good night.

Captain Grayson shot himself last night.

Did he leave a note or anything?

Just a goodbye to his wife.

Dammit, I know what
you're all thinking... all of you!

Just because he's in the narcotics
division he had to be on the take.

Well, you're gonna have
to prove it to me!

Well...

You knew him better than I did.
What do you think?

I don't know.

He said he'd be here.

Thank you. I almost lost it. Thank you.

Somebody's lying. Mrs Bishop said she
drove Bishop to the factory after dinner.

- She's afraid to admit we took him there?
- She's afraid to breathe.

- But you almost blew it.
- How? Peralez and I wore masks

and we didn't speak a word.
There is no way she could identify us.

His killer got to the factory so fast I think
Mrs Bishop must've had a number to call.

Suppose they arrived
while you were there?

And how could we know that she'd find
out we were taking him to the factory?

Simple. They were protecting
their most vital spot.

You know how good their security is,
or you should know.

They can throw more men into it
than the department.

Maybe tougher, smarter men.
God knows they pay 'em more.

What you need is an edge.
We can give you that edge.

You want me to play it cool
with the department

where teamwork is everything.
One slip and I've had it.

You've had it? Look at the stakes.
Aren't they worth it?

Not if you lose.

The Organization may or may not know
who you are, but they know who I am.

If I take them on, plus the department too,
I don't wanna depend on six amateurs.

- Then go to hell! We'll do it alone.
- Hold it, Juan. We've asked for his help.

We do need your help, Lieutenant.

- It's not gonna be easy.
- We never thought it would be.

And whoever's seen with me is gonna
become a target, if he isn't already.

But, assuming we can take care of that,

nobody...

nobody makes a move
without checking with me.

- OK?
- OK.

OK.

OK.

- How long were you knocked out?
- Not long. I saw the guy walking away.

Where were you?

One of our vans was parked over here.
He handcuffed me to a tie rod under there.

- And you saw the car drive in?
- What car?

The car that came in
after the gate was blown.

- I couldn't see anything from under there.
- You heard it.

- No. I heard the police cars.
- Before that.

No, sir.

I'm taking you in.

- You OK?
- Yeah. He's dead.

- Found that car abandoned.
- Stolen?

They're checking the reports now.

What sent you after that watchman
without telling me?

- Just a hunch.
- We were given this case as a team.

- You were busy.
- Not that busy.

Chassman says you questioned
the watchman about a car. What car?

Stands to reason
there was a car involved.

- I thought I hit a nerve so I bore down.
- You nearly got killed.

They're not ready to kill cops. Not yet.

What does your hunch tell you
about who they are?

Why did two people shoot Bishop?
Were they executing him?

What do you mean? Mafia?

They make him open the vault,
then kill him. Why a formal execution?

I don't know.
I keep toying with this idea.

Someone forced him to open the vault.
Then someone killed him because he did.

Someone who could get in and out in four
minutes. Someone with an alarm key.

If you're half-right you got
one hell of a crystal ball.

There was a safe-deposit key
on the watchman's body.

We just checked with the bank.
The watchman was a very rich man.

Harry told me stories.

He played the market, he said.
He played the horses, he said.

But George wasn't a gambler.

It wasn't in him. I knew him.

And when I would...
I hope that's cold enough.

Thank you.

When I would say
"If we're all that well off

how come you have
to be a night watchman?",

for six years he'd say "Out of loyalty
to Mr Bishop." George was loyal.

Are you suggesting that he was killed
by the same people he was loyal to?

You're damn right.

Ever since Mr Bishop was shot
George has been scared.

I just don't mean of you guys.

Well, you must have wondered
or asked him to tell you...

Yeah, did I ever.

I used to hope that he'd talk
in his sleep, you know, but nothing.

Mrs Morgan, did your husband ever
give you anything like a phone number?

Anything for emergencies?

Oh. Christ, how could I be so stupid?

Imagine trying to keep something
from her for six years.

Six years.

He must have started as watchman at the
same time Bishop took over as manager.

I just clean forgot. He gave me
this over a year ago.

- May I use your phone?
- Go right ahead.

Operator, this is Lieutenant Tibbs, Police
Department. Can you monitor this call?

The number is 3629296.

9296.

Disconnected.

If you remember anything,
anything at all, please call us.

- Hi, Joe.
- Who are you?

Tony. We hear you're supplying.

Go screw.

We got plenty bread. Price is no object.

Somebody been filling you full of crap.

Look, I got no time
for games. I'm on a call.

Good. Danny here wants a ride.

I'll go behind.

Look, I told you.

I did some pushing when I was in trade
school, but none since. That's no hype.

Yeah, but Danny here
still wants to ride. Get in.

- Where is it?
- I told you. I got nothing.

You got a face.

Give!

What in Christ are you talking about?

Hey!

How would you like half a million
bucks, Joe? Half a million?

You just show up in Washington Square
any time, night or day.

Washington Square. Be there.

- Are you sure nobody followed you?
- In the neighbourhood, maybe,

- but not here. I came over the roofs.
- Did they mention me?

No.

And these ain't any of the guys
you pointed out to us.

Maybe they checked a list of everybody
who did repair jobs at Century.

They weren't sure of me,
Juan. I could tell.

If I show up at Washington Square,
they'll know.

- You want us to take a vote?
- I don't know. I don't know.

These guys don't screw around,
you know? Christ, I'm still shaking.

Man, who wouldn't be?

But this is a much better deal than
anything we planned. Don't you see that?

I don't know. Maybe I'm being brave
cos I'm not the one on the spot.

No, no, no.

All right, I'll do it.

I guess I have to.

Of the shares of Century outstanding

a fifth are owned by employees,
including Bishop and Martin.

Who are the directors?

Except for the employees, all legitimate
businessmen in other fields.

Century was a front,
but they didn't know it.

- The directors and employees, I mean.
- Well, it's a drop for something

or the watchman wouldn't have been
in on it. You know I think it's drugs.

I just didn't want to be accused
of playing hunches.

It's time we called in
the narco division.

Don't you think
it might be a little risky?

Dammit, they're police. We've got
to assume they can be trusted.

They clammed up pretty good
about Grayson's suicide.

- Juan.
- Cool it. Just cool it.

- Looking for something?
- Just waiting for my girl.

Over an hour? I'll give you ten minutes,
then you wait someplace else.

Let's go.

- What did the pig want?
- He almost busted me.

Well, how bad would that have been, Joe?

Just so we all know we're talking
the same language... here.

Somebody said half a million.
You can forget that.

Is it all right?

- How much?
- Five million.

- Hey, out of sight!
- You can hand it back now.

Give it back.

Five million. We drive here
for a week. That's all I can say.

I can't say we'd even go a million, Joe.

Say we talk about it again
tonight, huh? Same place.

Not me. I'm splitting,
right out of town.

"Splitting out of town." Come on.
What kind of trip you on, Joe?

The whole world's our town,
and you can't get off.

Look, I'm just a parrot
who says five million.

Pay it or I'm no use to you,
in town or out.

Not much profit
in three parrots talking, Joe.

Ten o'clock tonight. Be there.

Hey, did you ever drive one of those?

Did I ever what? These things
were discontinued in 1916.

Well?

- Where's the glue?
- In the box.

- I thought you weren't interested in sex.
- I'm not interested in lectures.

Daddy! Telephone!

- It's a girl's voice.
- For me? A...

Oh, I don't know any girls.
Who could that be? A gi...

Hey, girl. Who is this?

OK.

OK, I'll meet you.

What the hell do you guys
think you're doing?

You're not supposed to move
without checking with me.

We should never be seen together.
It's putting your life on the line.

I'm sorry, but I felt
I had to talk to you.

It all happened so fast,
Joe getting beat up like that,

then all I get is a picture
of their car.

We followed. One guy
got out at the Fairmont.

The other just walks away
from the car at Van Ness.

Stolen, I guess.
Everything just fell apart.

There's an example. If you had checked
with me I wouldn't have lost them.

Perhaps.

But now everyone seems kind of...
well, so unsure of themselves.

I'm afraid. Really afraid for all of us.

Take it easy. Just take it easy.

All right. Tell me the rest of it.

Well... it's not quite worked out yet.
But Joe'll be there at ten.

Do you expect this little manoeuvre of
yours to get you any closer to the top?

There's too much money involved.
Someone important will make the deal.

Not a chance. They will
tear Peralez to pieces first.

Joe can't tell them anything.
He doesn't know where the stuff is.

Annie, convince the guys that each one of
you will wind up at the bottom of the bay

if we don't work together.

Drop me at the corner of Fremont, and
call me at the department within the hour.

When you call, here's what to say.

Yeah. Pecora.

Hold on. Tibbs, it's for you.

- Tibbs. Who is it?
- Never mind. Just listen.

If you pigs want to solve those murders

be at Washington Square
tonight before ten.

- What murders?
- Come on. You know.

Washington Square. Two men
in a car will be picking somebody up.

Give me a description.

Sorry to haul you out. We can't
guarantee this involves narcotics

- but we need your manpower.
- You said you had a tip. How good is it?

- My division's pretty busy too, you know.
- A girl calls, obviously very, very scared,

and said, I quote...
"You pigs wanna solve those murders,

be at Washington Square
tonight at ten o'clock."

"Two men in a car is gonna
pick up somebody."

That's pretty thin.
But I'll spare four men.

We're hoping that
there'll be others around

and you'll be able to spot 'em for us.

If it's narcotics.

No! Oh!

Help! Help!

Help! No!

No!

Oh, help!

Think we got stood up?

I don't know.

I spotted three or four people hanging
around doing nothing for an hour.

- Get any pictures?
- Stimpson did.

Did you get this one here? He's been
here right along. He looks nervous.

Uh, Stimpson wasn't around
when I spotted him.

But we'll get him.

- Where's Tibbs?
- Wandering around, I guess.

It's 11 o'clock.
We haven't got all night.

I know. But he's sure
something's gonna pop.

I think you've been had.

I'm gonna pull my men.

I don't blame you. We'll stick
around for another half-hour.

They must have spotted one of your pigs.
From now on we do it my way.

"Being followed. 457 BJY."

We'd better call Homicide.

Hey, they made me pay for the glasses.
Are you ready for that?

Yeah. It's stuck.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Get outta here. Get outta here!

Get out of the car with
your hands up. Move!

Central three. A possible 851
at 1043 Ragland. Parking lot...

I suppose the captain's
gone home by now, huh?

That means I don't get
hassled till tomorrow.

Request from Sausalito Department.

The body of a young Japanese female
has been found in Sausalito Harbor.

No identification. Has any such missing
person been reported in your area?

- That mean something to you?
- I hope not.

Attention all units.
Car licence number XLM 349,

reported in connection with
abandoned Ford at ferry terminal,

has been picked up in Sausalito and
a male suspect detained for questioning.

That girl might have been
a friend of mine.

Let's head
for the Sausalito morgue, fast.

I saw the body. She was tortured.

Tortured by an expert
who enjoyed his work.

We have to assume he made her talk.

I don't believe it. She had more guts
than all of us put together.

Then why didn't
they pick Joe up tonight?

He's right. They could come
boiling in here any minute.

The Organization probably
doesn't know you've heard yet,

which gives you a head start.

- If you mean leave town, no, not me.
- After what they did to Annie?

If you're identified
what good are you here?

They'll just rip you off, one by one.

- I still don't believe she talked.
- I can't force you to leave.

But don't you understand? You've
been exposed. You're in the open.

You know this man?

Hey! Hey, no! This is one
of the guys who worked me over.

He hasn't talked yet, but
this is a Sausalito case.

All we've got is about
24 hours at the outside.

I'll keep in touch the same way.

But it's the middle of the night.
What else can I tell you?

I... I took the watchman for granted.

Did you ever see any
strangers hanging around?

- No.
- Anybody who wasn't a stranger?

The watchman.

- You had keys to all the boxes.
- No. I used only three.

- But you knew where Bishop's were.
- No, I didn't.

Where were you when I took
the watchman away that day?

Are you trying to trip me up?
I explained to one of your assistants.

- Maybe we forgot about that.
- I was making my daily rounds.

I suppose I could have
seen something, but I didn't.

Nor did I make any
phone calls at that time.

Let me see your burglar-alarm keys.

Why are there locks on each floor?

Occasionally people work nights.

This way we can have alarms on
where and when we want.

But there's no master lock
or switch for all alarms at once?

No. It's inconvenient but it's safer.

OK. Let's have a look.

The elevator? Does it trip
the alarm at each floor?

Yes. There's no easy way,
if that's what you mean.

- Now, the stairs are at that end, right?
- Right.

All floors below are bugged. Where
do you turn on the alarm on this one?

- We keep the alarms hidden.
- Maybe you'll have to move 'em. Where?

Why so far from the elevator and stairs?

Well, added security is the theory,
I think, but it's a drag.

- The same on all floors?
- Pretty much. This is a fake.

Now, when you do this, which
do you use, elevator or stairs?

Depends how much exercise I need.
If you're in shape the stairs are faster.

Let's see what kind of shape you're in.

Run, don't walk.

Let's go.

Two minutes, 43 seconds, up and down.

Add another 20 seconds for entering the
premises and getting by the first lock,

- two minutes for what happened here.
- Couldn't have happened in four minutes.

So he wasn't executed for opening the
vault by someone else with an alarm key.

Yeah. I must admit, that does
complicate the theory, doesn't it?

- Thank you, Mr Martin.
- Don't mention it. I needed the exercise.

No, Matt, Tibbs isn't here now.
What do you have?

Blankenhorn Construction.

They've got a crane with seven miles
clocked on it they can't account for.

- Tell me more.
- I clocked three and one tenth miles

from their yard to the factory. The padlock
on the gate hadn't been tampered with,

but one of their drivers,
a preacher named Dave Thomas,

worked relief at Blankenhorn last
month, and now he's disappeared.

Dave? You've been traced to that crane.
Don't go near your car.

Don't worry. I put it
in a friend's garage last night.

Can you reach Joe Peralez?

- Sure. I know where he is.
- Good.

The guy who killed Annie said Joe's trying
to unload a million's worth of smack.

- Why would he say that?
- I don't know.

But there's a bulletin out for Joe.
How do I get to him?

Uh... 361 B, Goram Street.

Good.

Hello?

What?

Are you sure?

Well, where to? Right.

You?

It's Dave again. Joe just called.
His place has been spotted.

I don't mean the police.
The Organization.

- Is he sure?
- Yeah, he recognised two of 'em.

Hi, Joe. What's your hurry?

We're here to help you.

And you know something else?
We want you to join us.

To become part of the Organization.

All right, Joe. The boys are waiting.

Come on. Come on.

Len... Lennie!

Lennie!

- Is he still under?
- No, but he's in bad shape.

Heavily sedated.

Where were you... where
were you when the sky fell in?

Jesus. Jesus, Annie...

Annie running...

running the hundred-yard
dash... in 10.2...

10.2...

and me...

memorising the wiring circuiting

and getting it all mixed up.

- Screw you, Tibbs.
- You'd better not try to speak.

Don't let anybody talk to him.
Anybody, you hear?

Get the pig outta here.

Get the pig outta here!

Tibbs doesn't want him questioned.
He isn't rational.

Look, sonny,
I'm narcotics, not homicide.

Suppose you go find one of those pretty
little nurses and pat her on the fanny.

Lieutenant, Captain Stacy
wants to see you.

- What's he doing here so late?
- I don't know, sir.

- I know where it is.
- Oh, we'll just tag along.

God dammit, Tibbs,
what have you been up to?

- What do you mean?
- Jessop.

Peralez spilled his guts tonight,
so you might as well spill yours.

I saw Peralez tonight.

He was in no condition
to say anything coherent.

- He was in shock and high on opiates.
- You didn't want him to say anything.

- But I did.
- What else did he say?

He talked about hijacking
$4,000,000 worth of heroin.

- Said you were in on it.
- In what way?

- He said you were gonna protect them.
- He used that word, "protect"?

He may have said "help".
It's the same thing.

Protect them? Who are they?

The Japanese girl, for one,
and some guy called Juan.

He didn't use any more names
but it was evident there are more.

All right. What am I
supposed to have done?

First, do you admit you know Peralez?

Yes.

You already knew him last night
when I pointed him out to you?

Yes.

You said you were gonna have Stimpson
take a picture of him. Did you?

No.

We called it off right after that. What else
did Peralez say about all this heroin?

When I asked him where it was
he said he didn't know. Where is it?

- I don't know.
- I'll tell you what I know.

You're making every man
on the force look lousy.

Have the guts to tell the truth.
There's something going on here.

Cool it, Jessop.

I want to hear more from Pecora.

As I said, almost from the start,

Tibbs suggested theories so far out
I wondered how he arrived at them.

I think he knew something
he wasn't telling.

Are you suggesting he was involved
in the murder or murders?

- No, sir. I cannot believe that.
- Well, Tibbs?

Sir, am I being accused of a crime

or of just withholding information
from the department?

- I don't see much difference.
- If I'm being accused of a crime,

I'm entitled to a lawyer and a trial.

Because nothing that was said
here would stand up in court.

Now, you all know that.

When the time comes
we'll be prepared to back it up.

In the meantime, you're suspended.

You are not to leave this city.
Understand?

One more thing, Tibbs.

I know you've suspected
the narcotics division

and all those rumours
about Captain Grayson.

We checked and rechecked. The only
thing we found he was concealing

was that he was dying of leukaemia.

Think that over.

Virge.

Oh, I slept for a little while.

For once I don't have to worry
about getting up in the morning.

It's out of your hands now. Why don't you
forget about it and try to get some sleep?

Hell, you know I trust you. It's...

it's just that...

I got a chance to make lieutenant
if I keep my nose clean.

But it's a line you've been following.

As a matter of fact, it should
have been done a long time ago.

Oh, I'll do it, if Pecora will go along.

- And if we find a judge who's not fussy.
- Good, Leo.

Thanks. Look, I'll call you at 3.30.

All right.

Mrs Morgan, I've got
to have a word with you.

Come on inside.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Oh, can I fix you a drink?
- No, thanks.

Coffee? Oh, I hope
you don't mind instant.

George always used to say
I was a human labour-saving device.

Holy Christ, they're really tossing
the book at you, aren't they?

Do they have a case?

Anyone who takes a narcotics ring for
four millions bucks... I'm in his corner.

You heard from anyone
since I saw you last?

Holy God, are you still playing cop?

What else can I do?

- Did you ever visit George at work?
- Oh...

once or twice I brought him
something hot to eat at night.

Did you ever see anyone
who might have been a carrier?

A delivery van came back late
now and then.

We checked time sheets. No one driver
showed up late more than the others.

What about William Martin,
the assistant manager?

Scoutmaster. I saw him once or twice.

Did he drive in?

No. He parked on the street
and walked in through personnel.

Always with a briefcase.

Then there was this other guy.
He used to play gin with George.

Pete... Pete Orsini.

Did he ever carry anything?

Don't you remember
anything about Orsini?

He worked at a gas station.
He used to come over after it closed.

All right.

Would you let me have all the sympathy
cards you've received, please?

Sure.

But I don't have anything
from Pete Orsini.

"50 shares, June 1, '69."

"50 shares, June 15, '70." Wow! "100."

- "March 15, '71."
- What does that make? 310, all told?

Right. All in different names. This
accounts for seven dummy stockholders

and about seven per cent of the shares.

- There were also a lot of other securities.
- Good, Leo.

But don't go any further than surveillance
right now or it'll blow the whole thing.

Yeah?

Hello. Yeah, I want to speak
to Benjy. Tell him it's Juan.

- Hey, Benjy.
- What?

- Somebody.
- Somebody? Somebody who?

He says his name's Juan.

Come on, Sally, get to work.

Yeah? Yeah, it's Benjy.

OK, now listen, Benjy. I was in on the
deal with Joe Peralez. I have the stuff.

You dumb son of a bitch, you! You know
you screwed things up for all of us?

I know, I know. But I wasn't
aiming at you, Benjy.

And besides, you'll look good
if you make the deal.

And Joe? He was playing footsie too. How
do I know what crap you're giving me?

Oh, come on. Would I come out
into the open, even with you,

if I wasn't ready to make a deal?
I know we had a lot of crazy ideas

but now I have the cops to worry about.

- Yeah? OK, what's the deal?
- 500,000, and you keep me out of it.

What are you? Crazy? You know
I can't talk money like that.

- I'll call you back. What's your number?
- Uh-uh. I'll call you back in half an hour.

Now listen.

The exchange has to be
only between you and me.

And for only half the first time.
That's playing it safe for both of us.

Yeah, OK. Where?
How about Turk and Mason?

No, no, no, no, no. No back alleys
for me. Post and Market.

Post and Market?
How the hell high are you?

I mean, I gotta taste the stuff, right?

Yeah. OK. OK. We can... we can
work that out when I get the OK.

If I get the OK, huh? Yeah.

Son of a bitch!

Monarch Storage Company.
Mr Vincenti? One moment, please.

Thank you.

Hey, Benjy.

That's very interesting.
We'll bid on the Douglas fir.

But I'm not so sure we'd be competitive
on the redwood. Excuse me a moment.

Bundy.

Oh... hold on a second.

Mr Johnson, would you... excuse me
a moment? A friend with a little problem.

It had to go through channels, Zach. We
don't have too much time for a decision.

Only half? He's playing it
pretty close to the vest.

Post and Market is a very public place.

- I like it, though.
- But this means real money

if we're gonna get the other half.
Have we got that much in cash?

Larry says we do, and
I'm not too worried about it, Zach,

since there's another shipment
due in. Now, what do you say?

Well...

as long as we know the bastard,
we're bound to get it back.

OK.

- I knew we'd sweat 'em out, Larry.
- On my way.

A quarter of a million dollars
in that bag.

Around the block.

Hare Krishna! Hare Krishna!
Krishna, Krishna! Hare, Hare!

Where the hell you been? The airport
bus leaves in ten minutes. Jeez.

Oh, man!

- You got any of them aspirin here?
- Aspirin.

You need more than aspirin.
You need a diet.

I don't kid you about your accent,
punk, don't kid me about my weight.

I hope I didn't forget
the plane tickets.

- We're gonna miss that damn bus.
- Don't worry.

Let me do the worrying. We'll make it.

- What's going on here?
- This lardass took my bag.

Hey!

- God, what happened?
- I need your help.

OK, but first that leg needs some
attention. I've got some spray stuff.

I got to connect some guys to Century.
You might've seen 'em there.

Hope so. Come on, sit down.
God, that's a lulu.

Hold still. I can't get the pants off.

- You're gonna need a doctor.
- Gloria,

did you ever make the rounds
of the building with George?

Yeah, now and then.

You could use a drink.

The murderers got to the top floor
and down again in four minutes.

It can't be done after
switching those alarms.

Is there some gimmick
that I don't know about?

Not that I know of.

Unless somebody else
took care of the alarms, huh?

Then walked out of the personnel gate
after the patrol cars got there.

Maybe the carrier who regularly
brought the junk to the factory.

That would account
for him having the alarm key.

Well, then, what would stop this guy
from... being the murderer?

Nothing. Except I'd like
to hook somebody bigger.

And I'd hate to accuse you
if you didn't do it.

- What the Christ did you just say?
- Who'd make a better carrier than you?

- You really had me going.
- Did I?

Gloria, why do you own
seven per cent of Century Furniture...

under dummy names?

Did you bastards... I told...
I-I told you that George gave me stock.

I also told you that we were very rich.

But you're even richer than George.

What the hell is this?

Hello, Mrs Morgan.
I'm looking for Tibbs.

We checked the licence Mendoza gave us.

The car belongs to a corporation
controlled by these two guys.

Mendoza has good instincts.

He finally got to the top.

- You know them, don't you, Gloria?
- Personally, no.

- These guys are always in the paper.
- Of course you know them.

You were making a delivery
to the vault that night.

- Where did you duck? The ladies' room?
- Get this guy off of me.

You were there when the killers arrived.
You put the alarm back on when they left.

ID them. It's your only chance
to beat a murder rap.

Screw you, buster. I want a lawyer.

A lawyer! The Organization will wipe
you out like they did your husband

- to keep these guys in the clear.
- Any public defender could beat this.

I don't think so.

You've been under surveillance
since your Century stock was found.

We knew a big shipment
would be coming in.

- Identify 'em, Gloria.
- You son of a bitch!

I hope you don't come out
of this smelling like a rose.

Identify 'em, Gloria.

All right.

Bob Alford. Zach Mills.

They were there that night.

Right after the explosion
I heard their car come in.

I came out of the john in time
to see them coming up the hall.

Honest to God, I didn't know
what they meant to do.

But...

well, before I knew what was happening,

Bob and Zach, they shot Bishop.

All right. There's plenty of time
for this later. Later.

Don't move those bodies.
We want an angle of trajectory.

I want all of Central down here. Close
these two blocks. Cars and pedestrians.

And cover the alleys.
Oh, cover the roofs.

Visiontext Subtitles: Abigail Smith

(drilling)

# There's some dudes in a bar
with busted heads and brokenjaws

- # Who did it?
- # Truck Turner

# There's some pimps in their graves
Who blew those pimps away?

# Truck Turner

# There's a girl that's so fine
with stars in her eyes

- # Who'd she love and who loved her?
- # Truck Turner

(phone rings)

Yeah?

- Aren't you awake yet?
- Yeah.

- Truck.
- What time is it?

Time to take care of business.
We gotta go get Garrity.

Oh, man, what's your hurry?
He's still in the stockade. You got the...

Authorisation papers? I got them.
Don't go back to sleep.

Pick me up at the corner of Bouchett,
get it?

- Got it.
- Good.

Francis, I forgot to feed you last night.
I'm sorry about that.

You pissed on my shirt!
My last goddamned shirt.

You fuckass son of a bitch.
Get your ass off here.

Be glad when Annie gets back
so she can take care of your fuckin' ass.

(Jerry) Slow down!

Stop bitchin'.

- You fixin' to kill us?
- You won't feel a thing.

- You're in the death seat.
- Oh, my God!

I didn't hear you offer to use your car.

My car?! You ain't tearin' up
my new car, nigger! No, no.

- Damn, you an unclean motherfucker.
- What?

- You smell like piss.
- Hey, I ain't no slob.

Ain't nobody calling you a slob.

You just a foul-smelling nigger.

How come your old lady don't like me?

You gotta understand
that she's a middle-class broad...

and you a gross son of a bitch.

- Naturally, she don't like you.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on!

(honks horn)

- Hey. What's your problem, mister?
- Round up the staff, Judge Advocate.

We don't round up nobody around here.

Sure you do.
Court-certified copy of bail bond

and authorisation to surrender on
a pervert named Garrity. You Garrity?

- I could check with the major...
- Relax.

Mister, I don't know
what the hell you are talking about.

General, this is a warrant for his arrest.

- You two are cops?
- Skip tracers.

He jumped bail, we gotta bring him in.

We got us a couple
of Negro bounty hunters here!

- I'll just call the major, check on...
- Just relax.

You gonna bring him out
or do we have to go in and get him?

Enlist. I tell you what,
you try us again on Mother's Day.

Then you won't have any trouble gettin' in.

Go play with yourself, redneck!

- What you doin'?
- Shit, I need a new tyre.

- Halt!
- Goddamn it, hit the left rear.

Dave, if only you'd listened.

What was I supposed to do? Let 'em
drive through like they own the place?

You don't let 'em drive through,
but if you'd just let me call the major...

We did what we were supposed to do.
We stopped them, didn't we?

This man skipped bail. I can do whatever
is necessary to surrender him to court.

Garrity's a good man.
A man wounded twice in the line of duty.

Of course, he has his problems.
Spends most of his time in the brig.

- You civilians have no understanding...
- I didn't bring no violin.

Have you ever been in combat?
Do you know what kind of hell that is?

No, man. I'm a faggot.

- You're on a military base, Mr Turner.
- Garrity raped a 1 3-year-old girl.

Snatched off her drawers, ripped her
wide open and beat her half to death.

- Mr Turner, these things take time.
- Get the grease out your ass!

- Lighten up, he's a major.
- I don't care if he's a general.

What are you gonna say when the papers
print you're harbouring a child molester?

Well, l... I... I...

Let Garrity leave the base...

in civilian clothing.

Thanks, Major...

for the new tyre.

Later.

I knew you had to be stupid
to be a skip tracer.

But you tar babies take the cake!

I heard about you, Turner.

From what they told me about you,
I expected a two-ton gorilla.

- But you're just another nigger.
- Why don't you shut up?

Why, you shuffle-footed overgrown coon!

Open your mouth one more time and I'm
gonna kick your teeth down your throat.

You're a big man while
I've got these cuffs on, ain't you?

Come on, that's enough!
Ain't you beat him enough?

Damn, Truck.
Did you have to beat him so bad?

He had it comin'.

Run it down. What's goin' on here, King?

- How much you get for a rogue like that?
- $50 each and expenses.

- Get one every day for a year and...
- We wouldn't be lollygaggin' with you.

Fix me up with a pass to see Annie.

- Who?
- You know, my big doll!

Sarge, Jesse James is here.

No, Turner. Truck.

Yeah. Just a minute.

He says you got two minutes,
and leave that cannon here.

Hey, man, you tell him
this ain't no cannon. Dig it?

Hey, look at him!
He can't wait to get some.

Say, man. Where's that
old grouchy broad of yours?

Man, that's my wife.

(woman) Oh, my God!

(excited chatter)

Hey, fine black thing.

(wolf whistles)

Shut up! Hagglin' bitches.

Truck, what's wrong?

Nothing.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

I'm doin' this time. I ain't lettin' it do me.

That's my girl.
Don't let this bullshit get you down.

- I can't stand it.
- I know.

When I get out, Truck,
can you and me go away someplace?

Where do you wanna go?

I don't care. We've been together a long
time and we ain't never been nowhere.

Time's up.

I'll see you tomorrow, OK?

Bye, Truck.

- Know what JD called my old lady?
- What?

A jive-ass broad.

Can you blame him?

One of these days, you gonna break your
neck! Why don't you buy yourself some?

Last time I listened to you,
they put penicillin in my ass.

- Everybody gets it once!
- Some twice.

My old lady gets out tomorrow
and I can't wait.

You gonna be deep into that for days!

You got that right! All the way to the bone.

- Why'd she want another television?
- I don't know.

- Was it worth 30 days?
- The judge gave her 30 days, not me.

Everybody says "Go see Nate Dinwiddie.
He'll get your husband out."

Woman, don't jive me.

The bail is $1 ,000.
That makes the bond $100.

If your cheque bounces or your old man
splits, I get burned for $1 ,000.

What you mean, "bounce"?
Oh, no. Not Anna May's cheque.

- You guys back already?
- No.

- What about Garrity?
- Across the street.

Good.

This ain't Safeway. I'm a bail bondsman.
We don't take no cheques.

- How much cash you got?
- 75.

- Got any credit cards?
- You take food stamps?

Ah! Get your ass up.

- Ain't that you up there?
- Yeah. Mm-hm.

Hey, I seen you play.

Truck Mack Turner.

Mack Truck Turner.

You got hurt, didn't you?

It takes talent. It takes guts to play hurt.

Guts, that's what this game's all about.

- Thank you so much.
- You're all right.

You go on over to the jail.
I'll take care of the rest.

Get up.

- Hey, man, who's the heavy?
- Her husband's in for drunk-driving.

If I had a wife that size, I'd drink too.

Didn't I take care of you already?

Get the hell out of here.

Thanks.

Jerry, he still thinks the women in Tahiti
walk around with their tits hangin' out.

That's right. That's where I'm gonna retire.

Man, Tahiti's just like Miami Beach.

Shit. I'm still gonna buy me
a boat and cruise there.

I wish you two would argue
after I get paid.

- Let me write you a cheque.
- A what?

- Fogarty called. He's got something.
- Whatever he got, I don't want it.

- I'm on vacation.
- Vacation?

His booster gets out today.

That thievin' bitch
is gonna be on the streets?

She'll steal your drawers one day
and sell 'em.

- Get off my back, Papa Doc.
- Man, he's right!

You oughta send that bitch
back to the Dalton gang.

- Why don't she get a job?
- She went that route before.

- She'd rather be a booster.
- I'll straighten her out.

(Jerry) What can you do for her?
Jail didn't do her no good.

- (Nate) He's right.
- What the hell's goin' on here?

We callin' a spade a spade.

No, we callin' her a thief.

The woman digs me and I dig her.
I ain't cuttin' her loose.

Ain't nobody asking you to cut her loose.
Just cut the bitch's hands off.

Freeze your shit and get off my case.

You should see Fogarty.
He's talking five bills.

You creepin'. Get some speed up.

This ain't no tank.
This is my wife's new car.

Let me see what this new rod'll do.
Open up.

I don't wanna get no ticket!

- Streets are clear. Come on, hit it.
- You ain't ready.

I don't believe it'd do nothing anyway.
This can't outperform a truck.

- Are you ready?
- Are you ready?

Hold on, Truck, cos we movin'! We go!

Yeah, yeah!

uh-oh.

- What d'you mean?
- (police siren)

- Look what you got me into now, nigger.
- It's your car, not mine.

Good day, Officer.

- This your car?
- The finance company lets me drive it.

- You see that stop sign?
- It was covered by the trees.

- Let me see your licence.
- But, blood...

Damn, this a ugly picture.

- What you laughing at?
- Nothing, Officer.

Laugh this ticket off.

You got a nice rod
but you should drive more carefully.

(clerk) I'm sorry, Fogarty.
His bond went forfeit over 24 hours ago.

(Fogarty) Let me have one more day.

- I'm sorry.
- You don't realise what this'll do to me.

- Choose your clients more carefully.
- Where the hell am l...

(taps pencil)

Mr Davidson, will you please stop
interrupting this court?

I'm sorry, Your Honour.

Hi, Turner, Jerry. Glad to see you.

I got a real easy one here for you.

Guy's name is Richard Leroy Johnson.
Also known as Gator.

His last known address is a vacant lot.
Bail is $30,000. He jumped it yesterday.

I don't think anybody else could get him.

Bring him home,
you got yourself 250 bucks apiece.

He's got two priors. So, $800.

$800 for a lousy nigger?

- The guy's just a pimp!
- He's got two priors.

- You said that already.
- One was for pimpin'.

What's the other for, Fogarty?

All right. 400 bucks, Jerry.

What he can't say is assault with intent.

A student Gator tried to pull
told him to fuck off.

Gator poured gasoline in her hair
and set a match to it.

Girl's father went looking for Gator.
Gator busted his head,

and carved his initials in his face.

1 ,000.

- No.
- Bye.

Turner, I ain't givin' you a thousand!

- You can't drive my car. Don't even ask.
- Let me drive it.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

- Turner! Wait a second.
- The man has problems.

- 500 apiece. Be reasonable.
- Who you tryin' to jive?

Gator'll shoot anything that comes
after him. We gotta kick his ass.

OK. 1 ,000.

No. The more I think about it, no.

Turner, you know this business. If I lose
him, insurance companies kiss me off.

- I need Gator to stay alive.
- No one else will go after him, will they?

No.

- $1 ,000.
- Each.

What? Turner!

Do you know what it'll cost you
if you don't get him?

You ain't got nobody to turn to but us.

So you shit or get off the pot.

Relax, man.
Why don't you go play some golf?

You got two lousy niggers
takin' care of the case.

- (Jerry) You better leave that ho alone.
- To get a rooster, you check out the hens.

Oh, check out that big piece
of chocolate cake!

(whistling and whooping)

Control yourselves!

- You Dorinda?
- Who wants to know?

Since I'm asking, it must be me.

- (laughter)
- Shut up!

You don't look like cops
but you smell like trouble.

Trouble? Me? lf I was, I wouldn't
stand a chance with you, momma.

Tell me somethin'.

Is all that as good as it looks?

What you see ain't all you get, baby.

- This ain't Sears, Roebuck, nigger.
- (laughter)

Where's Gator? I said where's Gator?

- Gator who?
- I owe him some bread.

You give it to me,
and if I see him I'll give it to him.

That's enough. Total up my bill
and let Frenchie pay for it.

Frenchie!

- Sign the bill.
- Yes, momma.

- I told you, Gator ain't here.
- Where is he?

He's in Alaska, huntin' polar bear.

I told you I gotta talk to this nigger.

I'll tell him I saw you,
so just take that money

and shove it up your ass,
you bounty-huntin' son of a bitch.

- Wait a minute.
- You wait a minute.

I hope you do run into Gator
so he can cut your goddamn throat.

- You didn't get shit.
- Just follow the bouncing ball, nigger.

(honks horn)

(gunshot)

Stop! Stop!

Follow that car. Follow that car!

Move this truck
or I'll blow your brains out.

- Follow that car.
- That one right there. Move it.

You gonna get your picture in the paper.

On the front page? Oh, man!

- Watch out for the car, Truck.
- I'll only hit the tyre.

- Watch out.
- Don't worry, I got it.

Yeah, but my wife, Truck!

(gunshots)

Any of you guys
wanna make some money?

I'll give every man here a $50 bill to stop
two punks from coming through that door.

I want blood!
Send them niggers to boot hill!

- Motherfucker, where you been?
- Right here!

Don't no son of a bitch move.

Excedrin headache no. 39, sucker.

- Man, he said you was punks.
- We are.

- So every man drop his pants. Everybody.
- Come on, you heard him!

If anybody asks,
tell 'em you been hit by a truck.

Mack Truck Turner.

What's goin' on here?

Shit. If I'd known that was Truck Turner,
he'd have had to pay me more than $50.

I think we gonna have to waste that pimp.

Yeah. If he don't kill us first.

What am I gonna do about my car?

It's just a radiator job.
It'll be ready tomorrow.

You're about to meet royalty, Jerry.

I want you to go and mingle with the girls.
I got a little business to talk over.

- Mack Truck Turner, how've you been?
- Fine. What's goin' on, Duke?

- Meet my partner, Jerry Barnes.
- Pleasure.

- You remember Lucille and Betty?
- Hey! Still foxes, huh?

- My, you've grown!
- You haven't. Just increased everywhere.

Just good fertiliser, momma.

- How's Nate?
- Nate's still tryin' to buy a boat.

Bring the gentlemen a drink, Lucille.

- Make mine a beer.
- Bring me another cr�me de menthe.

- You're lookin' good, Duke.
- I've lived hard, and it shows.

I'm laid up now.
All I do is drink, think of the memories.

Them beautiful memories!

Who is it?

What do you know
about a pimp called Gator?

Gator? Mean mack.

He's a dog among pimps.

I want him real bad.
His days are numbered.

Watch out you don't get caught
in the crossfire.

- What do you mean?
- Word is somebody else wants him bad.

- Who?
- Hustler named Harvard Blue.

Been around here about two years or so.

Runnin' himself thin
tryin' to start a stable.

Tryin' to run dope. Gambling. You name it.

- What's he want Gator for?
- Gator stole Blue's woman from him.

Some big blonde called...

Hey, Betty, what's that Blue's ho's name?

- Stalingrad Crewd.
- Yeah.

Son, there is a pimp civil war brewin'.

- They don't make pimps like they used to.
- Not like you anyway, honey.

- Shut up and get your ass back to work.
- Yes, Daddy.

My faithful lambs.

Where can I find this Gator?

- Maybe the Duke made a mistake.
- The old man don't miss. Let's just wait.

Let's give it about 1 5 minutes.

- Is that him?
- I told you the old man don't miss.

Hey, man! Wait a minute!

- Relax, gentlemen.
- We want some answers.

You work this alley regular?
You know everybody living here?

We're doin' a study.
Character comparison by garbage.

- What about apartment 1 309?
- The black pimp.

- What's his trash?
- That's for lawyers' or priests' ears only.

I'm a priest.

- Thousands of empty candy wrappers.
- Dope.

- Where does the druggist live?
- That's privileged information.

This is the last of the money.
Where does that druggist live?

- It's your turn to be the bad guy.
- You do it better than I do.

(man) Who is it?

Gator.

- We don't wanna hurt you.
- I'll kill this rat.

- You work for Gator, don't you?
- No, you got the wrong man.

(hollering)

- (Truck) Where's Gator?
- Look, man, I'm your friend.

- I don't know.
- You just got one chance left now.

Grow wings, superfly.

Wait. Across 105th.

- What do you think?
- Make sure he's in.

Let's see some finesse.
Kick the door down, go in blastin'.

No, old weasel here
can call him for some coke.

- He comes out, we scoop him up.
- Try to take him alive.

- How hard?
- You watch the house, I'll call the cops.

Got it.

You know the game.
You get cute, you're dead.

- What do I tell him?
- Tell him you got some good stuff.

(phone rings)

- Gator, aren't you gonna answer it?
- It's your job. Answer it, you dumb bitch.

Hello.

- I think it's for you.
- How the hell could it be for me?

Jive-ass broad.

Speak!

What the hell you doin', callin' me here?
You know better than that.

Sorry, man, but...
I got some dynamite stuff here.

- Yeah, but why are you callin' me here?
- I gotta! understand?

- Is anybody with you?
- Tell him to let you in.

- Let me in!
- I'm gonna slit your throat,

you jive-ass sucker!

- How much time have I got?
- Worse than that.

- But what about me?
- What about you?

- Do me a favour. Call the cops.
- Why do you want the cops?

Aaagh!

- Freeze, pimp! Freeze!
- Hey, man. Ain't no need for all this.

I got more money on me
than you make in a year. Take it.

Freeze.

- You hurt?
- Nah, I'm indestructible.

- Hey, man, looks like we get a bonus.
- Yeah.

Bitch.

(Fogarty) He's dead.

- Just give us our money.
- You'll have to take a cheque.

I've been stabbed. I ain't in no mood
for your bullshit! And add $100 each.

- What for?
- Medical expenses.

I could swear that son of a bitch was
gonna blow me back to the Last Supper.

You ain't gettin' any younger, you know.

Am I gonna hear it from her tonight.

- Your old lady, huh?
- Mm.

Tell her a frog peed on your arm.

Sometimes I think we ought to give it up.

(belches)

And do what?

Maybe rob some banks?

- Goddamn. Annie. Shit!
- She robs televisions.

Fuckin' around with you will blow my
mind. Pay for the drinks, will you?

But, Truck...

Hey.

- You know my name?
- I'm sorry I'm late. I had to cash a cheque.

Shit!

You could have brought me some flowers.

I got some beer.

Is Francis all right?

Yeah, Francis is all right.
OK, Annie, get it out.

- You should have been there to meet me.
- I was there...

I spent 30 days in that joint
and you visited me five times.

Six.

Now you wanna give me beer
and screw me.

All right.
We'll stop and get something to eat first.

- You could tell me you love me.
- I do love you, baby. Can't you tell?

Yeah, I can smell it on your breath.

# Alone again

# At last again

# Please let love have its way

# Don't let the waiting

# Anticipating

# Be all in vain

# Be good to me

# Cos I'm gonna be

# As good as I can be to you

OK, so I made a mistake.

# Baby, oh, baby

# I need you, I swear I do

# No other woman can love me

# Like you do

# You're the best thing that

# Ever happened to this man

# And I'm gonna keep on lovin' you

# Just as long as I can

# I love you

# I love you

Damn, I missed you.

# You're in my arms again

# Where you should have been

# You're in my arms again

# Where you should have been

(bells toll)

Momma, you ain't gonna keep
this shit together with Gator gone.

Come here, you little black bitch.

Your ass belongs to me. I tell you
what you can and can't do with it.

- Do you understand?
- I didn't say I was leaving.

Shut up!

Now, you whores sit down.
I wanna talk to you.

Anybody thinking about leaving here's
gonna find my left foot up their ass.

- What?
- Shut up, you junkie whore.

Those two bitches that left
better learn to sell pussy in lceland,

because if I ever see them again
I'll cut their fuckin' throats.

See, we are family.

And that's what we're gonna stay.

I got important business out there today.

When I call you, I want you to come
out there and shake your asses proper.

You hear? Huh?

Get out there and make it look good.

And, Raquel, take that fuckin' jacket off.

Move it!

- Dorinda. You're lookin' beautiful.
- Hi, Reno.

I know it isn't the time or the place but
we must get together and talk about this.

I'll name the time and place.

- I'm sorry about the Gator man.
- Thank you, Snow.

- I know it's hard on you.
- Yeah. I'm glad you guys could come.

Before you say anything,
I got something to clear your head.

- I could sure use it, Snow.
- What do you have here?

- You got something to put in this spoon?
- I'm not called the Snowman for nothing.

You move fast, Snow.

- Hey, Desmond.
- Hey, beauty.

You know I'm gonna offer you
a quarter of a million for your stable.

Naturally you get to keep a percentage.

What is this shit?

We didn't come to this dead
son of a bitch's house to be comedians.

- What's up?
- You lookin' good, Blue.

The Lord himself couldn't look better.
I'm rich. I'm cute. I'm handsome.

- What the hell is on your mind?
- Let's sit down and talk about it.

- I'm already here, bitch.
- It's OK with me.

- (Desmond) That's cool.
- (Reno) What do you want?

A bucket of blood.

I want the nigger that wasted Gator.

Wait a minute. We in the business
of running hos. Not killin'.

The Gator was a friend of ours.
It would show respect.

(laughter)

Come off it, man.

What kind of money you payin' for a hit
like this? Truck Turner ain't a poopbutt.

It's been nice, but I wasn't even here.

You goddamn rabbits.

What the hell do you think
I'm runnin' here? A chicken coop?

Gentlemen, this is my family.

These are all prime-cut bitches.
$238,000-worth of dynamite.

It's Fort Knox in panties.

Candy did 17,000 last year.

Velvet Miss Sophisticate did 20.
used to be a Paris model.

Jess and Annette each did 22,500.

Show 'em your wares, bitch.

See what you can get if you're good?

That's Turnpike. She did 26,500.

She's called Turnpike cos
you gotta pay to get on and pay to get off.

China, come here, baby.

China did 29.

Sweet piece of oriental meat.

This is Frenchie.
Gator used to call her Boeing 747.

Show 'em why, bitch. (laughs)

She did 27,500.

And that's sweet Annette.
Show 'em that smile, you sweet thing.

She did 30,000 last year.

- Where's my baby?
- Right here.

That's Taffy. (laughs)

This bitch grossed $37,500
working part time.

Shit. Her clients think
she's too good to fuck.

They call her Colonel Sanders
cos she's finger-lickin' good.

Oh, momma.
You've got yourself a family!

You've got to believe it, nigger.

All right, ladies, would you mingle?

Now, who's gonna kill that nigger for me?

You just saw $238,000
shake its ass in front of your face.

If you can't respect Gator,
then respect that.

I want that bastard Truck Turner
and I want him dead.

The man who kills him gets my broads,
and I'll run the stable.

- Now talk to me.
- How much, lady?

Half. 50 per cent.

It's done.

I've had my say.

Dorinda, you're trying to piss standing up.

- You are gonna get a lot of people wet.
- I know it.

Cos there ain't a mack here
is man enough to ice Truck Turner.

What do you expect?

He's a candy-ass pimp,
not a sheriff.

I'm gonna say goodbye to you,

because there's many of you here
that I will not see again.

Dorinda, you're comin' on so strong,
you're gonna need an act of congress

or the united States army
to get Truck Turner off your ass.

Val...

I'm gonna be a father to some orphans.

- (Annie) What brought this on?
- All I said was "Why don't you get a job?"

- Did I do somethin' wrong?
- Did you do something wrong?

You sound like you tryin'
to get rid of me, baby.

- Babe, I'm not tryin' to get rid of you.
- Then what is all this shit about a job?

I'm tired of lookin' you up in jail.

Then why don't you get a job?

- You think you wired up for somebody.
- At least just admit it.

The last job I had I had to drop a fuckin'
typewriter on the supervisor's foot.

- He kept puttin' his hands all over me...
- Yeah. I heard that already. Excuses.

You can't do shit in jail but look at
the four walls and fight off them butches.

How come you dig me so much?

What makes you think I dig you?

Ouch!

- Come here.
- Get away from me, you freak.

Come here!

Hey! That's him.

- That's Truck Turner, man.
- Look, man, that's him.

You said kill a nigger.
That's Truck Turner.

What's the matter with you?
We got a job to do.

- Look here, man!
- Come on!

Fuck you, man.

- Truck, do you know 'em?
- I told you I don't know who they were.

- Then why were they shooting at us?
- I don't know but I'll find out.

Aagh!

Come on in. Close the door.

What do you want, man?

Checkin' you out... man.

What was all this shootin' shit outside?

The sky's about to open up on your head.

Better retire. Take a vacation.

Lay on a beach for about 90 years.

You got ten seconds.

One.

Two. Three.

Four. Five.

Six. Seven.

- Be cool, pussy.
- Eight.

Dorinda's clever.

You gotta hand it to her.

She knows the dude that kills Turner
can keep us from pickin' her stable clean.

I'll take care of the bitches and Dorinda.
You just run the stable.

I don't wanna end up like Reno.

Desmond, what are you worried about?
We have an insurance company.

For Turner you're gonna need it.

- What's the tab?
- 20,000.

- Ten for you and ten for me.
- You got it.

What do you want for breakfast?

Hm?

What do you think?

Goddamn, Francis.
Where the hell you goin'?

- She's mine, Francis!
- Hello, Francis.

Wait a minute. Your ass has got to go.

(gasps)

(Snow) You got players' blood runnin'.

- Turner's ass ain't even scratched.
- You ought to be layin' eggs, Snow.

Give it up, momma.
There's a much better way.

- Hey, momma. Blue, he's here.
- Send him out. You get back in the house.

- Can't I even say hello?
- Git, bitch.

You gettin' into shit.
You gonna trip and fall.

- When you do I'm not gonna be there.
- That's your choice.

- You comin' or goin'?
- Blue, all you son of a bitches are crazy.

Get the fuck away from me,
you son of a bitch.

- I presume you came to talk business.
- Do I have my cock in my hand?

- Who's he? Your test tube?
- He's searchin' your house.

- Shit, nigger, this ain't the White House.
- You better get it together.

Reno's dead, Toro's gone, so is Fontana.
Snowman just got egg on his shoes.

- Can't you cut the job?
- I came here to get him off your ass.

- My ass is in good shape.
- You ass is into hot water without a boat.

What you gonna do when Turner
finds out you turned those guns on him?

You're liable to lose your ass
and that string of bitches you got.

What are you gonna do? Become a man?

You're past 30 and time is runnin' out.

I haven't had to sell my pussy
since I was 1 5

and found out
I could sell other bitches instead...

Because you had
that crocodile nigger working for you!

Now he's getting his mail from the
groundhog! You wanna hear my deal?

What fuckin' deal?

I'll kill Truck Turner
for half of Gator's share.

- You outta your goddamn mind.
- At least you can retire with a pension.

Shove your pension, nigger.
All I want is Truck Turner's head.

25 per cent of the take.

If you understand that,
then me and you can talk a deal.

- You wait a minute, Blue.
- You heard what I said!

I bought an insurance company
and it's at the airport. Yes or no?

Let's go, Val.

Blue.

OK.

Call the insurance company.

- How's the insurance company?
- People doin' their own killin' nowadays.

A lot of amateurs
calling themselves hit men.

Wendell, I want you to meet
some friends I went to school with.

This is Panama.

Joe Dante. AI Reed.

- The Candy Man.
- Some call me that.

How long's this gonna take?
We were late leavin' Detroit.

You gettin' superstitious, Al?

The only thing I believe in
is this shotgun in this case.

Look, Harvard.
We got tickets for the doubleheader.

- How much?
- $20,000.

$500. That's right.

Be here tomorrow morning at eight with
$500, and your boy'll be home by nine.

That's right. All right. Goodbye.

- What's goin' on here?
- (Blue) We're not gonna waste any time.

We're not gonna repeat ourselves.

- What do you want?
- You're gonna listen and listen well.

- I ain't got no money here.
- These men sell insurance.

And you have a friend
whose name is Truck Turner.

His death has just been insured.

Call him so he can collect his premium.

(phone rings)

Don't answer it.

- Hello.
- Truck, it's Nate.

You're drunk. Go to sleep.

- Please come down.
- Say it's a big job and you're in trouble.

- What?
- A big job. I'm in trouble.

Man! I'm loaded, I'm tired, and...

Oh, God, Truck. They're gonna kill ya!

(whimpers)

Hello?

Nate?

(phone rings)

- Hello?
- (Truck) Jerry, hi.

- What do you want?
- You sleeping?

No, man. I was playin' poker.
What do you want?

- Nate's got something. Says he needs me.
- Now? You drunk son of a bitch.

Nate didn't sound right.
Go see what he wants. I'll meet you.

- Shit.
- Ijust gotta sober up, man.

(sighs)

All right.

- Life insurance for the dead, my friend.
- This ain't Turner.

- Who the hell is it?
- Another piece of bait.

(groans)

For Christ's sakes,
you killed the wrong man.

He called, a man came, we shot him.

Should we have asked for his licence?

No. Just earn the 20,000
we're giving you. That's all.

Hey, Al. What do you say
we pay Turner a visit at his house?

It's not gonna be that easy no more.

You been out of the insurance business
too long, my friend.

Truck Turner's like
a bulldog with eyes up his ass.

- We just cut him loose.
- You should leave town for a while, Blue.

You should get your lily-white hands
dirty. I'll get you the gun.

You get the stable and I'll run it.

That's the deal,
not Turner breathing down my neck.

You play the game, you pay the price.

He's following a trail of blood,
which is gonna lead right to you.

You bring him here. Do you hear me?

- What?
- You heard what I said! Just do it!

- May I help you?
- We've come to see Nate Dinwiddie.

- Sorry, no one sees him without...
- Would you leave us alone, please?

He isn't in this ward. I'm getting tired of
people barging in like you own the place.

Papa Doc?

- That you, Truck?
- Yeah.

Hey, baby, how you doin'?

Annie? I'm OK, baby.

They got me so doped up, l...

They killed Jerry.

Who was it?

- They after you.
- Who?

I asked 'em what it was all about.

Just kept hittin' me.

Talkin' about insurance.

I didn't wanna call.

Somebody named Blue. He was there.

- Harvard Blue?
- I didn't wanna call.

It's all right.

Oh, God. I'm tired.

Hey, some people will do anything
for a vacation, won't they?

Yeah.

If you wanna see those tits in Tahiti,
you gotta get plenty of rest and get well.

Sleep tight, Papa Doc.

Be careful, boy.

Annie, look after him for me, please?

I will.

There he is, Lieutenant!

Goddamn it! What the hell is going on?
Come on, I haven't got shit to go on.

- I'll kick your ass!
- (Truck) Hey!

Aw, shit.

I saw your partner.
I've been up all night.

Wait for me in the car... I said the car.

- I don't wanna wait in the car.
- Go on.

Nate says he doesn't know nothin'.
You tell me. Who did it?

I don't know. But when I find out,
I'll blow 'em to hell.

If they jump bail, you got 'em.
If not, it's my headache.

- I'm gonna get 'em.
- You got a permit to carry that gun.

Don't do nothin' to lose it, cos the way
I figure it, somebody wants your ass.

I know that.

You'd better aim straight.

I'm gonna leave that man on Nate's door.

- Thanks.
- It's routine.

Who did that to Francis?

- Truck, they got Francis.
- There's nothing you can do.

- (Truck) Let's get out of here.
- (Annie) Oh, God.

Truck, they're gonna try to get you next.

- Annie, go to your mother's for a while.
- I ain't goin'.

- Yes, you are.
- I ain't goin' nowhere without you.

Now, look. They tried to get me
through you, and they'll try again.

- Why can't we just leave town, Truck?
- Not until I get 'em all.

- Truck, they gonna kill you.
- They gonna have to do just that.

Cos they owe me... and I'm gonna collect.

Hey.

Let's stop this nonsense.
Let's go shopping.

- I'll buy you a dress. What size are you?
- Size five.

- Miss, where are your fives?
- Right around there.

- Over here. Come on.
- You said we were going to town.

- We're goin' away.
- What are you doing?

Come on. Let's try these on.

- Which way is your dressing room?
- Right over there, sir.

Right over there. Come on, hurry now.

Mm-mm.

- This is the only one that fits.
- The only one that fits.

- Wear it.
- Truck! I can't. It's a night-time dress.

- Why don't I wear what I came in with?
- Baby, wear this one for me.

Take your bag and meet me in the car.

- Who's gonna pay for the dress?
- Don't worry about it. I'll take care of that.

- Where's the security guard?
- What?

Where's your fuckin' security guard?

Over there.

(inaudible)

Oh, Christ.

Is Desmond in?
I'm a friend of his mother's.

- What's her name?
- Miss Ann.

- You can do better than that.
- Don't be no goddamn problem.

No problem.

Oohh!

If you don't open this gate, you're gonna
get the biggest enema of your life. Open it!

How did you get in here?

- You Desmond?
- That depends.

uh-huh.

None of these bitches are,
so I guess that leaves you.

- What do you want?
- Where's Blue, your partner?

I don't have a partner named Blue.

Easy. That thing cost me a lot.

This ain't my year.
Here's a pimp, a patio full of whores.

I'm the one gettin' fucked.

Nah.

- Where did you say Blue was?
- I have no idea.

(screams)

- Where is he?
- It's only money, man.

If you don't tell me where he is,
this bitch is gonna deep-throat this barrel.

- Wait.
- (Truck) Where?

Last house in the hills. 2170 Sierra.

(gunshots)

- Doctor, how is he?
- He keeps asking for you.

- Is he gonna make it?
- I think so.

There's no more internal bleeding but
that eye isn't gonna be any use to him.

Medication keeps him pretty drowsy, so
don't be surprised if he drifts off on you.

- Doc, does he know?
- About his eye?

Yes.

Papa Doc. You OK?

Yeah. Are you all right?

I cancelled that insurance for you.

- What brought the roof down?
- Blue. He's got a contract on me.

You get him yet?

I got the hit man.
Haven't got him yet, but I will.

Be careful. He's slick.

He'll do what you least expect.

I hope he does try.

Here. This was Jerry's.

Put it under your mattress.

- What am I gonna do with this?
- You might need it.

- You son of a bitch, your ass is mine.
- Go for it, cos I'm goin' for mine.

- Go see if the motherfucker's dead.
- I ain't goin' out there.

Son of a bitch, Truck Turner.
You better not show your goddamn face.

You better not do it, you son of a bitch!
Stay where you are.

I dare you to come out
and show your fuckin' face!

I've got this kid out here, Turner!

(horn honks)

(girls chatter)

(girl) I'm gettin' the fuck out of here!

You ain't goin' nowhere,
you simple-minded black bitch.

I know what all you whores are sayin'.

You can't do nothin' but fuck
so you better work out a way to stay in...

All you bitches out of business.

- Pack your shit.
- Get your hands off of me. Shit!

Your ass is leavin'.
Get the fuck out of here.

I don't understand... Get outta my closet.

Your shit backfired. I killed Blue's ass
and you'll get the fuck outta here.

Truck Turner,
anything you want, you can have it.

Forget them jive motherfuckers.
You and me could do business.

Cut that act, bitch.

Before you get that piece out,
your ass is air-conditioned.

You ain't gonna kill no woman.

Oh, shit.

- Hey, you mad?
- What the hell do you think?

What I did, I did it for you.

I didn't want you
scattered all over the street.

They were gonna try
to get me through you.

Look, woman, cut the goddamn shit
and get your ass in the car.

Would you leave me alone?

Babe, I love you.

Look. I even got all our shit packed.

I promised you I was gonna
take you away. I need you.

And look.

Another pisser.

- Give her to me.
- uh-uh. Come on.

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