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A truly splendid achievement.

But you can relax now, gentlemen.

We'll take it from here.

That bone tends to appear dead.

Probable cause bullet wound.

Right through the old ticker.

Fancy that.

Friend of yours?

Friend of yours?

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?

Let's go across town here. We got Frank Scalise.

Affectionately known as Don Cheech.

Now, what Genoa is to salami that Scalise is to organized crime.

He's bedridden now.

With that old barracuda, there's more business from a brass four -poster than

house full of hookers. Get him out of here, or I change my mind and drop a

building on him.

What about the other termite?

LaRocca, still no word.

He didn't report for work today.

Then I guess we know who belched.

Put out a contract.

Find that Schiocco and make a crowd out of him.

Is he rough?

Are you kidding? He won't be drinking my meals for a month.

So what does he do?

He sends me a stiff.

In my own place of business, hanging with the self -teacher. You name it,

You want satisfaction?

We'll get you satisfaction.

You want a body count?

Pick a number.

Get your wallets on the table.

Everybody move!

Not you, Mr. Giancana.

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!

That lousy tramp! She wants me dead! That lousy striker's on the job, me!

You know, John, we picked up over at Frenchie's. When we got through sorting

through their IDs and returning their property, this was left over. And it's

name on a sweat pad.

O .G. Ancona.

Louis 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.

Pat Giancana.

Cause of death, strangulation.

Looks to be a string from a musical instrument.

Maybe a guitar.

Oh, and there's something else you may want to know.

The index finger of his left hand has been surgically amputated sometime

the past 24 hours.

I checked out the registered owner. He reported it stolen at 10 o 'clock this

morning. Dead?

How? When?

Oh, come on, Michelle. What's it matter?

Yeah, he's dead.

That's what you wanted, isn't it? What I wanted?

Yesterday afternoon, three yo -yos walked into your brother's casino and

snatched Louie. How do I know?

He left his hat. Now, Louie Fats, without his gray fedoras, like Sally

without a fan.

Lieutenant, I have no idea what you're talking about.

What I'm talking about, Mrs. Giancana, is that unfortunately for the

perpetrators, they made a lousy choice.

What they didn't know is that Mrs. Giancana wouldn't give yesterday's

for her husband's return.

Well, not knowing this, they mailed her a finger, hoping to shock her into

action. It didn't.

And all of a sudden, Fat Louie becomes a hopeless liability to them.

He asked me how he died.

It wasn't fun.

I find this whole story too absurd to even make comment on.

I see no reason... Hark!

I think I hear a burglar. Detective Weaver, you check the premises for

I start with the master bedroom. No, wait!

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you, baby? No, wait a minute.

You're all alone here. You want us to protect you. Oh, don't bite.

Oh.

Yeah.

Cute, huh? Well, you blew it, baby. Well, with the hair and a sexy nightgown

the perfume wasn't for hubby, was it?

If you were alone, you would be up to your neck in chin straps and cold cream

and curlers.

Okay, kid, do I start getting answers now?

tell you what you get. If I don't start getting some answers, I'm going to be

forced to make a telephone call to Don Cheech.

You know, this Frank Scalise is a very moral man in his own peculiar way.

If he finds out that his nephew's wife was fooling around, and while she was

fooling around, her husband was being brutally murdered, oh, I'll tell you

something, honey, he's not going to send you no singing telegrams.

Can he sit down?

He looks ridiculous standing there. Oh, yeah, sure.

Go ahead, sit down.

And smoke if you got them.

All right, yes. My husband was kidnapped.

I was informed of that yesterday before you arrived at the showroom. The ransom

was $250 ,000.

I was given six hours in which to raise the money.

When they phoned back last night, I told them I couldn't get the money up.

This morning I received a special delivery. It contained a finger. Oh.

Where'd you do it?

Threw it in the incinerator.

An hour after that, I received another phone call.

I told them at that point I had no intention of honoring their demands.

I told them also that whatever they chose to do with Lewis was none of my

concern.

I received no further communication.

What can I tell you?

I mean, you can't arrest a woman for not ransoming her husband.

As for you, lover boy, you better catch yourself a quick polar bear to Little

America. Don Cheech is not going to hear it from me, but when we catch the

perpetrators... And we're going to catch the perpetrators. The story's going to

come out.

Your solution is simple.

Get thee to a convent.

Peck's old biscombe, baby.

What I don't get is, in fact, all of this old lady wasn't going to come

Why didn't tell the kidnappers to hit Don Cheeks for the ransom?

Probably did, but they didn't fall for it. Hey, look.

When you got a good thing going, you don't advertise it.

Sure. Just because it didn't work the first time, it doesn't mean that they

think it isn't sound.

Oh, no.

Next time they put a snatch on a coppo, they're gonna make sure that somebody

wants him back. Yeah, but won't the word get around? Put the wise guys on their

guard?

That's the pristine beauty of it.

You know, it's not only us and the IRS that keeps the door guy in these guys.

And there's not one of them that doesn't skim off the top before reporting their

profits to Scalise. They've all got bank accounts stashed away.

The kidnappers know it. That's where their ransom money's going to come from.

And until we nail them, hey, baby, they're in clover. How many members did

say there are in Scalise's family?

Yeah, 700 at last count. Yeah, I know what you're going to ask.

Who's going to be grabbed next?

And when is it going to happen, right?

Yeah, sure.

I'll check it out.

No use tickling his mouth. He's a deaf -mute.

What about you, old man? Going to give us any trouble?

No, I didn't think you would.

Get all his medicine.

Come on. Move.

Don Cheech swipe you with a bedpan?

What is it you wanted, Lieutenant?

I want the man for ten minutes and tell him it's important.

Wait here.

Yeah.

What do you think?

It wouldn't hurt to grab these license numbers.

I'm Ruben Kabelsky, Lieutenant.

Counselor to Don Scalese.

I'm told you wish to see my client. Regarding what, may I ask?

You're going to do the whole amount of stashing and invite me in? Without

knowing the precise reason for this visit.

Unless, of course, you have a warrant.

No, no, no warrant, Counselor.

But look, I'll let it all hang out for you.

We have reason to believe that a major kidnap effort is going to be made

Mr. Don Cheech and important members of his organization.

Organization? Now, what organization would that be, Lieutenant?

If you're referring to my client's various business interests, I should

that... He's no longer actively involved, having retired on his doctor's

nearly five years ago.

And when you're finished with that lullaby, would you like to give me a

of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?

At all events, I'm afraid I couldn't grant you an audience with John Scalese

just now. He's out of town, you see.

Out of town? Where out of town?

My client did not elect to acquaint me with his travel itinerary. And now, if

you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

If I should hear from Don Scalese, I'll be sure to tell him that you expressed

concern over his welfare.

Concern? Hey, if he sneezed and his head fell off, I couldn't be concerned.

My only concern is to take his violence out of the streets and put it back in

his bedroom where it belongs.

Ciao, baby.

How long has Terry the Enforcer been Don Cheech's bodyguard?

Maybe 20 years? Why?

Have you ever known him to keep the Don out of his sight?

And you know what I think? I think those cockamamie freelancers put the snatch

on Don Cheech.

We are in receipt of their ransom demands.

The kidnappers are demanding $2 million for Don Scalese's safe return.

Now, we have 48 hours.

in which to comply with their instructions.

And that means that we have to raise the money among ourselves.

Now, the talk that's going on in this room, it stays in this room.

Kabish. To expedite matters, I've drafted a plan to facilitate the

necessary funds.

Each of you will be expected to meet his assigned quota.

I see if you can finesse me a court order authorizing a TAPS on Don Cheech's

phones, along with the six others on the list.

How'd you come up with these names?

Three basic Ps.

Patience, perseverance, and pluck.

And a little writer's cramp.

No, those are the cars that were listed outside of Don Cheech's house this

morning.

You realize any evidence acquired as a result of those wiretaps will be

inadmissible in court. Oh, Captain, I'm already sitting on three homicides, an

arson, grand theft, auto, armed robbery, breaking and entering, a couple of

kidnappings. And look, I'm not looking to bust up the mob.

I just want to grab these three colludia before they empty the streets.

Be what I need you to pick away, sir.

Dr. McNeil.

Yes, sir, just a minute.

Dr. Lombardi.

Yes, doctor.

I'm given to understand the DA's office engaged your examiner, Franco Scalise,

last summer.

Yes, and when he was too ill to appear before the grand jury.

That's what I'm interested in, the exact nature of his afflictions, what

prescriptions he might require, special medical equipment.

I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, as soon as possible.

Thank you, Doctor. Goodbye.

What was that all about?

Well, since Khaleesi's the goose that's going to lay the golden eggs, I'm

assuming they want to keep him alive. He's dead. It's bad for business, right?

So maybe they snatched him in such a hurry, they forgot to take his medicine

cabinet. Well, it didn't occur to them. Either way, they've got to replace it,

or the old buzzard just fades away.

Doc Lombardi gives us a list of what they'll need. We alert the hospitals,

medical supplies, and his druggers. We get lucky.

Oh, they've got to slip up sometime, don't they?

You want the rest of your potato salad?

Everybody should know I'm okay.

It hit the fountain blue, but I'm being looked after.

I guess you know, when they grabbed me, they left the dialysis machine behind.

Without that, I'm a disconnected number.

But they dug me one up somewhere, so I guess we're still in

business.

Joe is with me and they got him running.

So if the char don't kill me, I guess I could tough it out.

Only nobody drag your feet.

You hear me?

Just do like they say. Let's get it over.

That's what you wanted.

There'll be a second helping of rice pudding with your dinner. Put his

on.

I was phoning all over for you. I was, uh, getting a haircut.

Haircut? Would you settle for a trim? All right, what do you want? Dig this.

Four o 'clock this morning, somebody breaks into a warehouse. The Olmstead

Medical and Surgical Supply. And what do you think they swing with?

A kidney dialysis machine.

How do you know that? I read upside down. Oh,

you comfortable?

What's that?

Got it, huh? That's the first dividend from the wiretap we put on Scalise's

phone.

and at the stipulated price.

They are, provided we receive viable proof that the merchandise is undamaged

in perfect working order.

Such proof is on the way to you. You may expect it within the hour. Assuming it

meets with your satisfaction, how soon would you be prepared to render payment?

Hopefully before the day is out.

Very well. I'll call back later.

Well, at least we know they got him.

And they're dealing.

He's turning blue.

You think I'm colorblind? I can see he's turning blue.

We lose him. You know what happens if he signs off. Do you? He's not going to

sign off.

If he dies, you die. You understand me? If he dies, you die.

He's trying to tell you something.

Give him a pencil. Maybe he can write.

Blood circulating through shunt.

Maybe clotting shunt. What's a shunt?

There must be something that we can do.

Heparin.

Anticoagin. As prescribed.

It's empty.

What's keeping them?

Money's ready.

Why don't they call?

I don't know what to do now.

Hey, your hand's like ice.

Leonard, what if I botch it?

Easy come, easy go.

Come on.

Oh, yes, miss?

I'd like to have this refilled.

Of course.

Might I see the prescription, miss?

I don't have one. There wasn't time.

Can you just fill it up or something?

It's the law.

I'm afraid without a prescription... Please.

My grandmother's very ill. She could be dying.

Can you just this once make an exception?

Well, I'll tell you what I can do, miss.

What's the doctor's name?

Oh, Sellers.

Suppose I telephone him if he gives me the authorization.

I'm giving you the authorization.

Shall we step in the back?

I need you to help me out. I want to buy some perfume.

You know, nothing expensive.

You know, something nice.

Yes, well...

It's

over there.

Not as an idea.

It's a lovely scent.

Okay, fine.

I believe it's locked, miss.

Yes, I'll have to get the key, won't I?

Where's Mr. Majors?

Mr. Majors?

Your boss, the man that owns this drugstore.

He stepped out for a moment.

Okay, just stay quiet and maybe nobody get hurt.

Leonard!

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

You're hurt. I'll be all right.

But, Nancy, you're hurt.

I'll be all right. Get my bag.

But you're hurt.

Get my bag. We gotta get out of here.

Crocker just got a squeal in the West Village. Patrolman gunned down a

sticker. He just phoned in from the crime scene. Says we better get over

By the looks of things, the shooting's linked to the Scalizzi snatch.

Hello? For reasons I shall not go into, there will be no action tonight.

At 9 .30 tomorrow morning, however, you are to bring the money in an Atlantic

Airlines flight back to 87 Mott Street, where you will take up a position

outside of public...

you will find located there. To ensure that there will be no mix -up, we have

worked out a signal.

The phone will ring twice, then stop.

When it rings again, you are to answer it.

Is everything clearly understood?

How bad?

I don't know. He got it in the lower abdomen.

Must have ripped out half his plumbing.

Can't tell until they take the x -ray.

What the hell?

He's out of the academy in six weeks.

He hasn't worn out his first pair of shoes yet.

Orientals, male, female, early 20s, want to get a prescription refilled. Mr.

Majors, that's the owner, says he can't do it unless he has a doctor's okay.

Out comes the cannon, into the back room they go and fill the prescription.

The girl stays out front as a lookout.

Next thing Mr. Majors knows, she starts screaming her head off. He gets hit on

the head.

Blood starts flying, that's all she wrote.

Was he able to provide a description?

Nothing I'd want to go into court with.

He claims they all look alike to him. So I'm putting them together with the

sketch artist.

It's worth a shot.

What makes you think it relates to the Scalise, Ned?

This.

Heparin. It was on the list of Don Cheech's required medical supplies.

W .R.

Sellers, M .D. Well, that's Scalise's bone doctor, right?

How come they left behind an empty bottle?

Well, they have the refill. Who keeps empties?

Hmm.

Well, you said they'd fall down one of these days, and you're right.

Okay, working out of the 17th. A second grade detective named Oliver Lum.

Tell him I want to get a hold of him. I'm going to be outside the Jade Palace,

289 Mott Street in 20 minutes. Right.

Lieutenant Kojak?

Detective Oliver Lam, robbery.

Tell her we'd like to speak to her granddaughter, Nancy.

She's

out

visiting friends. She has no idea when to expect her back.

I see.

Well, could she give us the name of Nancy's friends?

Lieutenant, nothing but bones and crystal.

She's lying.

She'll give up tobacco before she'll change her story.

You want my opinion?

I think she's scared.

Sifa, Fentan, Majong.

These are the things she understands.

But what the kids are into, that's a whole other ballgame to the old lady.

Okay, I think we'll put a plant out of place.

How? I'm not trying to tell you your business, Lieutenant.

But do you have any Oriental officers in your command?

Using plainclothes Occidentals on a plant.

I don't care how low the profile.

They'll be burned in five minutes.

The world will be out and all over Chinatown.

Okay, Ali.

Look, sorry, can't be of my help.

Yeah, I'll try to call on you again if things get hot, okay?

Good night.

Yeah. See ya.

While I was

browsing around inside, this fell into my pocket.

It's the girl, all right.

What do you want to bet that's the guy?

Anyway, next work.

We'll show that to the druggist. Maybe we can save our sketch artist a lot of

trouble.

Can't you see she needs a doctor?

Why?

The bleeding stopped.

The wound's been cleansed.

But the bullet's still in there.

She could get blood poisoning.

What if it was your brother instead of my sister? What then, huh?

My answer would be no different.

I'll be over in a few hours.

Why risk blowing everything now?

I can hang in there a few hours.

It was my gun.

It was my bullet.

It was I who shot you.

Hey, don't blame yourself.

No, I should have ducked.

Is everything clearly understood?

Are you sure they installed the tap on that phone booth?

Two hours ago.

Theo, relax.

Yeah, well, how do you relax in the middle of a minefield?

I had to haul the druggist out of bed, but he made a positive ID of the couple

in the photograph.

It's the same pair who held them up. Now, do we get a search warrant and raid

the Jade Palace?

I don't know what for. That's the last place they'd haul up.

Any bulletins on that policeman?

He's still on the critical list. They're giving him massive transfusions of

whole blood. They can't go in for the bullet until he's stabilized.

At 9 .30 this morning, Ruby Kabulski, carrying Atlantic Airlines flight deck

containing two million balloons, will station himself outside an allegedly out

-of -border phone booth to await further instructions while he won't be alone.

Because I intend to flood Chinatown with a string of officers.

Without attracting attention?

How? Tourists. Nobody ever notices tourists. And in Chinatown, they're an

everyday commonplace thing, practically invisible.

Yeah, good work.

Dress them like hasties.

And cameras around that next show, why not?

Steal some plainclothes women from downtown, pay them without...

On the schnoz.

Any unscheduled action on your part in the transaction will be instantly

scratched with unfortunate consequences to your employer. Now, if you'll glance

across the street, you will observe parked there a Gotham City Tour

bus. When it's ready to depart, you will abandon your presence to the end of the

passenger line.

On no account are you to occupy any other position. Moreover, if any other

newcomer joins the passenger ranks, the negotiations are scrubbed.

Assuming this does not occur, you will purchase a ticket from the driver for

remainder of the tour. Once aboard the bus, you are to deposit the flight bag

beneath the seat, preferably a seat chosen toward the rear. Mission

accomplished. You will then disembark at the tour's next stop, swiftly absenting

yourself from the scene. Have you any questions?

No. No questions.

Get on the horn of the Gotham City tours. I want to know their exact

Every schedule stop.

As soon as you've got the information, call in with me. Got you.

Our subject is just boarding a sightseeing bus.

What do you want to do, pull up stakes?

No, until otherwise directed.

You're to continue operations.

Keeping on the lookout for Nancy Wong and her brother Leonard.

Right, got it.

We're going to hang a tail on this bus.

Well, we're off and running.

Are we?

Are we really?

Well, look at her.

You think she'll live to celebrate our triumphs? Ain't none of you gonna live

celebrate it. Don't you know that yet?

You've been dead for two days. They just ain't got around to shoveling a date in

your face yet.

Now, you too, old man.

Now, you can be dead sooner than you think.

If my brother's not back here by 11 .30 with the ransom money, my orders are to

wipe you out.

He'll be back. He'll be back. With the loot, too.

Then you get rid of Joey, right?

Sure, you gotta take him off his business.

He can't hear, he can't talk, but he's got eyes, he can identify you.

I'd do the same thing in your place.

Too bad, too.

Good help is hard to find these days.

Next stop, Lincoln Center. Then the Museum of Natural History. Then on the

side to the U .N. building.

Times Square, Rockefeller Center.

Here's what we're going to do. You're going to hold a snobber with an arm.

Tell him to get a non -description car over to Lincoln Center.

And then you're going to hold a crocker.

And you proceed directly to the museum. Roger. Will do.

Stavros, can you read me?

Yes, Skipper. Looks like Kabelsky's added a picture.

I want you to proceed directly to the next stop, you hear?

Keep the subjects under close surveillance, understand?

Gotcha.

I think we've been snookered.

That's got to be a decoy.

Grab him!

I knew he was carrying light to be holding two million dollars.

Here, hold this for me.

She got the money.

But there's one thing you haven't got. You're lazy.

Exactly one half hour, he'll be dead.

Five minutes later, you'll be up to your eyebrows in a shooting war.

Cuff him and put him in my car.

I don't care what Sammy says. I'm going for a doctor. Even now, it may be too

late. Just another ten minutes. Another ten minutes.

If Sam's not back by then, we could...

Get rid of those two and fetch a doctor for Nancy.

Oh, I don't care.

A full -scale

canvas, every shop, every market, every private residence, every tea house on

the August moon.

Tell them to be respectful and courteous, you understand?

Just get the job done.

What about the movie houses?

Well, that too.

I mean, the way these cookies operate, you never know.

They probably got Don Cheech in a barrel of ginseng.

Well, let's go.

All right, come on, let's go.

Leo, Gino, you stick with laughing boy.

What have you got in mind?

She's a tough old lychee nut, but... There's got to be some way to crack the

shell.

Let's go.

She is asking, if she don't tell you, are you going to find them anyway?

Yes, Grandmother, but by then it'd be too late.

She said... I know.

Me too.

The ambulance is on the way.

Not the mine.

Sausage.

Ciao, baby.

Well, he's off the critical list.

The patrolman, Fiorentino, he's gonna be all right.

Get it?

Keira Knightley and Matthew McFadden battle it out as matchmaking antics go

-shaped. Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice is later at 1 .15.

But before that, a little cutie is looking to save her school and cause

en route.

Madeline is next.