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Thank you.

splendid achievement.

But you can relax now, gentlemen.

We'll take it from here.

Next.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

You're only kidding.

I never saw anyone die before.

You never saw this much money before.

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

Hey, Lou, what's with the siren?

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

scene. As if I didn't know.

Yeah, before he turned in his papers, Terry and I, we used to work out at 2

safe and loft. How's it going, Irish? Well, I can't complain to you.

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

All right, tell me about it.

Well, I'm pulling a midnight, right? So long about 4 .30, we get a signal from

the calibrator that they're going to pull the cork on the jug.

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 yapped tape and trussed up with the clothesline. The

over there and the empty safe.

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

Vince Carabian?

He's mommed 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? Knew how to pick the right barber shop.

Yeah.

Oh, who says needness counts?

Rip job. That's not us. Metal shop.

Whatever it is, it goes they came for.

You take Captain Boyle's statement, would you please? If he tries to pull

those $5 words with you, just remind him it took me one year to teach him how to

spell perpetrator.

I see.

I'm prepared to say that for all intents and purposes, he appears dead.

Probable cause, bullet wound.

Anterior entry, posterior exit, horizontal trajectory, right through the

ticker. Fancy that.

Friend of yours?

Friend of y 'all.

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

Manny Nuno's Gagliano, another model citizen.

The other one, that's a fresh face.

Yeah, Nino Marocco, he's a pilgrim from the Midwest. Works for a sausage

factory. You want to talk to him?

No. He can keep.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Looks like you've suffered some business in reverse.

It wasn't damaged yet.

4 ,800. $101 .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.

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

were determined to investigate.

With great caution, we entered the premises, hoping to surprise and

the burglars.

To our regret, the reverse occurred.

Poor Buddy.

A heart like a lion.

And now it beats no more.

I just suppose you could describe yourself.

Oh, it happened so fast, officer. There were three of them, big men, masked and

with handguns. Yeah, right, no way.

All right, run through R &I, okay?

Mm -hmm. 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 cupidals were moonlighting.

And then three other jokers came along and relieved him of proceeds. That's

I think. Yeah, that's what I think. Yeah? Yep.

Terrific!

Did you have to blow him away?

You were there. What do you think? Want some noodles?

The joint was all the more fuzz.

A knockover's one thing, but a homicide.

Now that can stir up a lot of heat. Page five, a couple of paragraph.

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.

Here.

It'll ease your Christian conscience. Buy him some lilies.

Cut, of course. I cut 50%. There was at least 80 Gs in that box.

98 ,643 to me, Zach.

And there's 10 here. 10!

I brought the job to you. I put my bones on the line.

Don't you ever find out I crossed them. They'll plant me in the Pine Barrens.

You think I'd risk that?

Oh, Popsie, 10 grand?

Come on, you know.

You betrayed your bison.

Why should you expect better at our hands? Does your sister know about the

hosing you've given me?

Ask her.

We will.

You could make it 15.

I'm on the arm of a shy parade.

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.

And throw in a set of dishes.

Only a scavenger preys upon his own.

Fifty 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 peace.

We left you alone, didn't we? Sure.

Because you believed us unworthy of exploitation.

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.

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 had made the Calabria ripoff look like a dime store smashing

grab.

Kick yourself, Sammy.

You had a good thing going.

And you blew it, baby.

You blew it!

No, Nino.

You just blew it.

Captain.

Captain, meet Sergeant Gino Paluzzi. Would you believe Intelligence Division?

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

Captain. It's connected with the Crowder killing?

Hmm. And maybe a damn sight more, but I'll let the sergeant put you into the

picture. Now, you talk to us as if you're talking to kindergarten kids, you

understand? You take notes.

And listen intently, because he talks funny, he's Italian.

Got you. All right, for openers, let's take a look at our old friend Vince

Corradian here.

He's the crown prince of the West Side Regime.

Ex -Nightclub bouncer with smarts enough to marry the boss's daughter.

He's a real comer, this Jelly Bean, so you keep your eyes on him. Today, it's

pizzas. Tomorrow, the world.

Of course, there's one small thing standing in the way of Caribbean's

That's his father -in -law, Joseph Crespi.

Now, you lock Crespi in a room for a couple of weeks, chances are he'd figure

out how to break an egg.

His brains is his concierge here, Nathan Davidoff. D -A -V -I -D -O -F -F. He

pronounces it Davidoff. All right, let's go across town here. We got Frank

Scalise. Affectionately known as Don Cheech.

Now, what generates the salami to Scalise is to organize crime.

Statesman, politician, field marshal, space age Garibaldi.

He's bedridden now.

But that old barracuda does more business from a Bradford poster than a

full of hookers.

Hit goes to the air. Ruby Kabelsky does the talking. But it's Cheech's mouth

you're listening to.

On the right, Terry the Enforcer Fitzgerald.

Scalise's personal bodyguard.

The quiet type.

He spends words like they were ten bucks a syllable.

Of course, he don't have to say much.

Before he turned 21, he chalked up more hits than Hank Aaron.

At this, smiling Simeon, Louis Fats Giancana.

It's Don Cheech's favorite nephew, an heir apparent to the Scalise dynasty.

Down here, we got the troops, the foot soldiers.

Nino LaRocca, Manny No -Nose Gagliano, and the late Buddy Crowder. Three empty

suits trying to make their mark in life.

All right, security they got.

Well, the mob takes care of its own, right?

They get a couple of bills a week and extra C -notes run in once in a while

busting a couple of heads.

But it's chiclets, table scraps.

They see the cap was strutting around the $500 mohairs and the Florida

Lights a very short fuse.

So what do they do? They eat jelly beans?

Scam around looking for jobs that are only on the outside.

When they get something, they like it, they take it to the tenente. He likes

boots it all the way up the ladder until he gets to Cheech.

Cheech takes a look at it.

If he thinks it's time, he runs it out. If he liked it, he grabs the phone and

calls the office and without so much as lifting a pinky, he's on the grab ski

for 60 % of the take.

You're saying Don Cheech knew about the pizzeria score that he actually

authorized it? Of course he knew, Frank.

You think these yo -yos would have gone in on their own?

He'd have their head on a half shell.

Yeah, but to approve a hit on one of Crespi's spots... That's an open

to a gang war. Yes, now that it wasn't going in, they had the alarm key.

They had the code signal. What could go wrong? The only way that Caribbean could

have found out about it, if they left no autograph.

You're damn well done, Chief Schnew. And that's exactly how it would have gone

down if these three bimbo freelancers didn't turn up and turn over the

All right, if you can figure that much out, so can Crespi. Why do you think

we're all at Twitter?

We're sitting on a bomb, Frank.

Look, see, Crespi's moving now. He knows his son -in -law's watching.

He's not too eager to call up the troops, after all.

Scalise's army outnumbered says three to one.

But he's got to do something.

Otherwise, he's a lame duck.

What about Don Cheech? What's his move?

I guess.

Huh? He'll beat Crespi to the punch by requesting a sit -down.

They'll party, the two consuliers, over espresso and focaccia. If it goes well,

we can all take the day off. If it doesn't, hey, he's a proud man, these

Sicilianos. True to their Sicilian heritage.

Now, Crespi may be the injured party, right?

But unless he allows Don Chief some way of saving face, you can kiss St. Tom

goodbye.

From Don Crespi, felicitations.

He wishes you a long life. A long life I got already, consigliere.

You should wish me first prize in a dancing cante.

He's a deaf mute.

I figure if a man is keeping you alive, it don't hurt to thank him.

So what if we can't hear?

Maybe God is listening.

As I recall, will you take lemon peel?

And two sugars, please.

Try to forget you. It's for my own bakery.

So, Nathan Davidoff, bring me a grievance. With

all due respect, Inspector Scalese, it was you who initiated... Never mind who

initiated. You hear?

I'll let you two Kissingers work it out.

Too much talking tires me.

I see no reason for lengthy discussion.

The issue is simple.

We are met because of the regrettable occurrence of last night.

A most deplorable incident.

which only an hour ago was brought to Mr. Scalese's attention.

He is, of course, highly desirous of averting the possibility of any blood

imprudently spilled as a result of the treaty violation by troops under his

command, a violation which he neither authorized nor condones.

Don Crespo will be most gratified to hear this.

You tell Joe.

You tell him for me, kid.

The perpetrators will be punished.

My oath on that.

Although he admits to no responsibility, as a matter of family honor, Don

Scalese insists on making full restitution for the money taken from the

pizzeria. It was a Thursday.

I figure Vince was holding 80, maybe 90 grand in policy action.

Right?

One hundred and eighty -four thousand dollars and change.

And change?

You sure you didn't leave nothing out?

Well, it was the damage to the safe, of course, and the carpet.

Bam!

Something else, consigliere.

from me to Don Crespi. It arrived only this morning from Monterreggio.

A present from a distant cousin.

She don't know I'm not allowed, but Don Crespi, he's got a constitution like a

mule. May he enjoy the marzipan and continued

good health.

Many thanks, Don Scully.

Oh, I can find my way out, thanks.

Always a pleasure, Nate.

Ciao.

for that musk of Tony.

He knows we can't prove difference, so he jacks up the price.

Stupid you.

You know how much your bungling cost me?

You know how long I gotta wait to get that much back from a fun, don't you,

you? I got grandchildren wouldn't live to see today.

The only reason you're not being measured for a cement overcoat right now

because I was dumb enough to give the okay.

But in New York's choco, you're finito. I'm sending you back to the miners.

Give him his bus ticket.

Get him out of here, or I change my mind and drop a building

on him.

What about the other time I... LaRocca, still no word. He didn't report for work

today.

Then I guess we know who belched.

Put out a contract.

Find that scapula and make a crowd out of him.

I did it. You got to give him high marks for thoroughness. You don't get results

like this from kitchen matches.

What do you have on him?

A grape shot, mostly.

Broke in with Big Ed Dvorak in Chicago. Send along to the Deuce of Joliet.

Headed back east.

Headed down about four months ago. No previous experience.

You're rough.

I've been feeling I'm going to be drinking my meals for a month.

I've had enough.

How are you doing, everybody?

This is Licence Reed D 'Amelio Lora. This little shareholder is Fort

savings loan.

And Don Cheech is Fort Hamilton's savings loan.

Lieutenant, the butcher found the body this morning. His name is Biagio.

He looks like he just lost his breakfast.

Three times.

He said the body wasn't there last night when he left.

You want to talk to him? No, maybe later.

You got an address on the DOA? Yeah.

He's on the fourth floor of the cold water flat.

Yeah, on Thompson Street, 102.

A couple blocks from here. All right, set the men down and toss the joint.

Crespi hasn't let any glass run to his feet.

All right, Sergeant, you're the expert. Light my fire.

Is it push and shove, or does somebody thought World War III?

I wish I knew. There's nothing on the streets.

Who knows? Maybe we need more riot. Look, Gino, you thinking Conn will keep

being until full -time surveillance on Don, Cheech, Crespi, and their consuls?

Not that, of course.

We're into next year's budget as it is. Oh, come on, will you, Gino?

I mean, you've been on the force 16 years, right? You've got to have a rabbi

buried someplace.

You know somebody with grease downtown?

Never. I've got somebody's stash, but I was saving them for a rainy day for

myself. What's this, the morning dew?

Employees interviewed at the Las Calas as each works.

Unanimous consensus. Are you ready?

Nina LaRocca.

Quiet, industrious, clean living, pure of heart.

Running for Pope, he'd win by a landslide.

Ah, yeah, sure.

And here's an engaging item.

Manny Nono's Gagliardo.

All available information suggests present whereabouts unknown.

Yeah.

You know, maybe if we all chipped in and ran an ad in a personal column.

Come home, Manny. Oh, it's forgiven, baby.

What do you think, gang?

Maybe you sang a few bars.

Maybe you sang a few bars. Maybe you sang a few bars. Maybe you sang a few

Maybe you sang a few bars. Maybe you sang a few bars.

Maybe you sang a few bars.

May I help you?

Hello, Nancy Wong.

Yes. I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

And that's our detective squad.

No, no, no. Oh, you don't have to press the buzzer. It's not necessary, Grandma.

This isn't a gambling raid. It's just a couple of questions on a homicide.

Gambling, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Yeah, sure. What are you making of the black fortune cookies?

Nigga, you ain't wanting fortune cookies. Hi, Harvey.

Oh, no, no.

You... Said a homicide investigation.

What has this to do with me?

Yes, well, I believe you know Nino LaRocca.

Yes, I know Nino.

Oh, I see he's dead then.

You don't seem surprised.

I suppose I'm not, really.

Some men are marked for violence. Nino was one.

Anyone could see it.

Do you know who killed him?

Come on, Matthew.

I was hoping you could tell me.

Actually, I didn't see that much of him, Lieutenant.

A half dozen times at the most.

When was the last time?

Sunday. We went to the Radio City Music Hall.

Afterwards, Nino took me to Gallagher's for a steak.

Well, did he seem different somehow? You know, worried, confused, anything like

that? No.

But I think I know what you're looking for.

Nino was a gambler, Lieutenant.

A horse player.

It was like a fever in him.

Though he never said so, I could tell he was fighting a heavy losing streak.

Well, that night at Gallagher's, I ordered a Delmonico.

He had a salad.

He said he wasn't hungry, but I knew better.

Coming home in the subway, I chide him.

We should have gone someplace less expensive, I told him.

Well, we both could have eaten steak.

Don't sweat it, kid, he answered.

Barney's eating mine.

Barney?

The man he placed his bets with.

Barney the book. I don't know the last name.

Bramley.

You did very good, Nancy. Thank you very much. If you should think about

anything else, we're in the book.

Not that book. The telephone book.

Thank you.

Thanks, man.

Like the man said, you did good.

I didn't tell him too much.

Nothing he would have managed to learn elsewhere.

Got to split. Time to get to work.

Be careful.

Hey, I'm the seventh son of her seventh son, remember?

I sent him a box of monitor pants.

The message was clear.

There could be no misunderstanding, right?

It was clear.

It was clear. So what does he do?

He sends me a stiff.

In my own place of business, hanging with the self -teacher. A stiff.

We don't know, Frank. We don't know for sure if it was Crespi. Not for an

absolute fact.

We don't know. Then who was it to answer me that?

Takara Binieri?

Am I supposed to just sit here and suffer this insult on my honor?

You name it, Frank.

You want satisfaction?

We'll get you satisfaction.

You want a body count?

Pick a number.

30 years ago, I don't think twice.

We got the men, we got the muscle. We could go through the West Side like a

reaper through a wheat field.

Now you got to think about business.

Is it good for business?

Our country's in a recession.

Our profits are up 20 % over last year.

It don't make sense.

It don't make sense.

Look at this.

Look at this. I can't walk across the room without leaning on somebody's arm.

The blood, the blood of my father runs hot.

You take a message to Don Crispy.

You tell him it's of urgent necessity that we should have a head -to -head.

I swear to you, by everything that's sacred, I had nothing to do with the

of Nino La Roca. That's why in the crucifixion, this you must believe me.

Why must, I believe?

Why would I do such a thing? For what reason?

Territory? I'm satisfied with what I got.

Do I defy the commission?

I got enough problems.

From 76th Street North, I gotta pay protection to the Puerto Ricans.

Three narcotics deliveries I lost this month alone.

The grand jury has subpoenaed the books on the great northern produce.

And only this morning, Dr.

Grossman tells me I gotta have a hernia operation. With all these problems, what

do I need with a war?

Frank, well, there's a spectro between us.

I don't want it that way.

Look, I'll make a proposition with you, huh?

In a hat, I'll put the name of my most trusted tenente.

You pick three names, any three, and Franco, even if they're dearer to me

my own children, I'll order their execution.

wallets on the table.

Everybody move.

All right, everybody into the bedroom.

Come on, come on.

Move, move.

Inside. Keep moving.

Move. Come on, get in there.

Not you, Mr. Giancana.

You stay here.

Okay, Mr. Giancana, get in the trunk.

Not on your life.

trouble with phone booths, Barney?

They got no back door.

You're standing on my foot, Kojak. Oh.

Oh.

Is that your foot? I thought it was an alligator.

Imitation.

Alligator is an endangered species.

Oh, well, not as endangered as you're gonna be if you keep calling me Kojak.

Lieutenant. Every time I hear it, it sends chills up and down my spine.

Let me hear you say it. Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Altogether. Lieutenant.

Thanks, buddy.

George.

I think he's got it. Amazing. I'm going to call in. Maybe they turned up

something on Gagliano.

Yeah.

Look, did I catch you at an awkward moment, Barney? I mean, would you prefer

came back unarmed?

Oh, man's sake.

What is this, bedding slip?

Barney.

Caught with your work done.

Now that's a bit tacky.

I thought you were working homicide.

Oh, yeah. Well, you know, I'm a man for all... I'll see if there's a little bit

of this, a little bit of that, right away the hours.

I see you got a lot of action on Turkish Delight at the Big A 6th Race. Did you

manage to lay off any of it?

None of it yet.

That was the phone you just interrupted.

Oh.

Tell me about Nino LaRocca. Never heard of him.

What are you doing?

You know what would happen if the match caught fire three slips?

Every customer in town would claim a winning ticket. You being a midtown

let's see, what's your take per day?

Oh, that Nino LaRocque.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Now, remember, Chalk better.

He ran up eight yards on me before I finally was no pay.

What could I do?

I sold this paper to a Shylock.

I had a discount of $0 .60.

He's better than nothing. Yeah, what's the shot I see?

Who is that?

Giancana?

You know something, Bonnie, you're beautiful.

I mean, why don't you shove Nina LaRock in front of the Bronx Express?

Hey, Chad.

Can you stand coincidence?

Yeah, maybe once a year.

Well, if you like Arabian pizzeria, you're gonna love this one. Oh, yeah.

Oh,

thanks, Kojak.

But nobody's talking.

You ask a question, any question, you get one answer. I want a lawyer.

Any fatalities? Anybody hurt? Fire marshal says no question. It was arson.

they all stuck around to watch, right? Had no choice, Lou. They were locked up

in the bedroom. Engine company had to crash through the door.

That's already half of it. It gets better. It's a gambling casino. There's

money anywhere.

20 people here. Nobody spits up an ID.

How come? There's not a wallet among them.

What do you make of that, Lieutenant?

Another knockover.

Whose name is this journalist?

He's going to love this one.

Gerard. Ah, Du Bois.

Oh, Jerry Diamond, East Side Hustler. Where is he? Right over there.

You're going with the same tailor, huh?

How many times do I got to tell you?

This guy makes his patterns out of a cookie cutter.

Oh, hello there. Hello, Lieutenant.

Yeah, hello indeed.

Now tell me this, Frenchie.

And this is off the record. Who's your banker this week?

Banker? Oh, come here.

Me. Remember El Greco? We used to pitch pennies together?

Huh? Who's financing the action?

Actually, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? I'm talking

about this, Las Vegas East.

Hey, Theo, you got it all wrong. Sure I do.

Yeah, no, really.

I'm out of gambling.

Hey, whoever tossed this place must have flaked me. Of course. Really.

I just had a few people over for some drinks, some laughs. Some laughs? You're

all in the bedroom there playing spin the bottle when the fire started, right?

Hey, the word's right out of my mouth. Hey, Frenchie, who loves you?

You know, 20 years I've been busting your chimes, and you're still trying to

come up like a virgin. Are you ready?

4 -4 the hard way, baby.

Oh, ain't I wonderful?

Coochie -coo, kid.

There's a couple of paddy wagons outside.

Send them away.

I want all these people taken downtown one by one. Set up a shuttle system if

you have to. What have you got in mind, Skipper? I don't want them congregating

and rehearsing the same story. Right now we know only two known gamblers. The

rest are all straights, wives and husbands they're responsible to, I'm

Okay. They're afraid to talk because they're afraid of scandal.

So let's milk that fact.

Milk it how?

Well... They can't provide proof of identification, therefore, to us.

all John Does.

Before they can be arraigned, we tell them. We put you in a lineup. We

fingerprint you. We need three people to identify you before we let them go.

You tell them that and you see how quickly they fall apart.

Lieutenant, sometimes you're so beautiful I can almost cry.

I said, Mrs. Giancana, we have your husband.

We are asking $250 ,000 for a safe return.

You have exactly six hours in which to raise the money.

You will be contacted later this evening with instructions regarding its

delivery.

In here. Is this the place?

Lieutenant Kojak, Mrs. Giancana. This is Detective Crocker.

We'd like to talk to your husband.

I'm sorry he isn't here just now. But then I'm sure our Mr. Bishop has already

informed you of that fact.

Yes, he did. But I figured that you could help us find Lewis.

Oh, I've really no idea.

Perhaps if you could tell me what this is in regards to, I could help you.

Well, it's in regards to Nino La Roca, recently deceased.

La Roca.

No, that name is unfamiliar to me.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

Considering that his untimely death left your husband in debt to the tune of

eight big ones.

His death did what to my husband?

Eight zero zero zero period.

Yeah, assuming that he had a break in the vigorous because he was mob

That still leaves interest over a thousand dollars a week.

And there's no way that Nino La Roca can make a dent in that on his take -home

pay. Excuse me, Lieutenant. I hope I'm...

mistaken. Surely you're not suggesting that my husband is the user?

Mrs. Giancana, I'd rather take a basket weaving.

Louis Giancana is a respected and respectable furniture manufacturer.

He's also a fundraiser for over a dozen charities, a devout churchgoer, and a

devoted father.

He's also a veteran of the Korean War with a good contact medal and a 10 %

disability pension.

And you would malign a man like that with your shabby innuendos.

Me, a soldier with a good conduct medal, never.

Would you?

No. But I tell you what I will do. If I haven't heard from Yasmin by 7 o 'clock

tonight, I'll issue a warrant for his arrest.

It's been a pleasure.

Johnny.

Johnny. I think we've just got... Lucky.

And underneath those shades, she's wearing a mouse the size of Shea

And I'll tell you something, sonny boy.

She didn't win that trophy in a Pillsbury bake -off.

The refats? He had the quick temper and the quicker hands.

Yeah, he took your grandmother before he could say, knit one, purl two.

And I'll tell you something else, young Lachenvar.

Did you notice pretty boy Baker, that superfly salesman, straight in his tie

before he escorted us into the young lady? What does that mean to you?

It means that I should have listened to my father and gone into aluminum siding.

Yeah, it should have been like that, yeah.

Perhaps we have a bad connection.

Would you mind repeating that? I told you I haven't been able to raise the

money. A quarter of a million dollars. Did you imagine I could simply borrow

that out of my household account?

Mrs. Giancana, I don't care where you get it. Just get it!

Don't be a stranger, huh?

Why don't we let him go?

We made out all right in a gambling raid. Oh, you call that making out?

we're shooting for the moon. You ought to settle for a trip to Disneyland.

But if she can't get the money, there are a lot more where he came from.

If we set him free, there won't be.

The lady of the house is playing games with us. Now, why would she do a thing

like that?

That tramp, that lousy tramp. She wants me dead. That lousy striker's on the

job, me.

For your sake, let us all hope that you're mistaken.

So Michelle knocks the legs off my chair.

She ain't the only bank in town.

Let me call my uncle, huh? Don Cheese will get the ransom up.

I'm sorry.

It's not part of our scenario.

Better tape his mouth again.

Monday, 3 .45 p .m.

Operating from a tip -off surveillance helicopter got this shot.

A meeting on neutral turf between Scalise and Crespi. All right, Sergeant,

you're operating watcher. Give us your instant analysis.

Crespi's smiling with relief by the looks of it. Either he's put something

on Scalise or whatever he eyeballed about, Crespi's off the hook.

Well, if he's been given a clean bill of health, what are we left with?

Factor X.

Something outside the Combine. A wildcat operation.

Just the wise guys?

They'd have to be out there in natural mines. No, no, no. I'm not talking about

a first -class military operation. I'm talking about guerrilla warfare.

Hit and run, fire and fall back, and all that stuff.

What could they hope to gain?

What? All right, try this out. Besides, Tuesday, 2 p .m., three mass gunmen,

they walk into Frenchie DuBois' goulash joint.

Now, according to the description of four victims, it coincides with the

guerrillas who knocked off Caribbean pizzeria. So what do we got?

All right, let's go with this hunch.

Nino La Rocca.

On the arm to Louis Fats.

And in part it was with two other guys, Crowder and Gagliano. They're in a

knockover. Let's assume we got a hundred big ones in the box.

Sixty right away goes to the old man leaving forty.

By the time they split up among themselves, Nino La Rocca's left with

And the rest we can only speculate.

But let's say it this way. They left a couple of broad hints.

The condition of Nino La Rocca's body, right? And then his playmates. Oh, we

a lot of fun knocking off the pizzeria. Whoopie -woo, let's try it again.

And the rocker says, uh -uh, don't pressure luck. My share's not too big.

Whatever. He turns them down. And that's when they gave him the butane hot foot.

Look, they had to get Frenchy's address from somebody. Damn sure they didn't get

it from the Yellow Pants. I want to know what else he told me before he stopped

paddling across the River Styx. What is this, that though? Remember those jobs

we picked up over at Frenchy's?

When we got through sorting through their IDs and returning their property,

was left over.

And it's the name on a sweatband.

L .G. and Colin.

Louie Fats.

Now how come this felt hat wasn't on his fat face?

I believe I can answer that for you, Lieutenant, if you'd like to take a

Yeah, I'd like to take a ride.

Tonight at nine, Minnie Driver and Cate Blanchett bring Oscar Wilde's An Ideal

Husband to life, all part of our Legends of Literature season.

Up next, double action means double Sheila in surgical spirit.