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Muy bien, muy bien. Está quedando muy bien.

Donated paint. I guess we can't be picky about colors, huh?

Tomorrow we'll meet at the community center and do some work on 7th Street.

How is purple and green sound, huh?

I don't know.

Four bodies dumped at the same address in less than two weeks.

Maybe we ought to dig up the sidewalks and fit in a year's supply of

Two pushes, a pimp and a policy runner.

Not exactly an irreplaceable loss to society, Lieutenant.

But how about him?

That strewn's up there in the penthouse.

They were his men?

They all worked the burial?

Maybe somebody's trying to send Al Gregorio a message and ensure his hell

Western Union.

I don't know what he's waiting for.

It doesn't take a scratch sheet to figure out that if he doesn't stop

some counter moves pretty quick, his turf will be up for grabs.

Maybe he doesn't know who's pushing the buttons.

It could be as much in the dark as we are. Well, we've tapped the barrier, not

even a rumble.

Even us duallys that drive.

Either they're spooked or they don't trust us, or maybe a little of both.

From First Avenue East, the big blue machine is about as popular as the

landlord. Nobody's home, boss.

The super claims Gregorio's been on his yacht since last Tuesday. Probably a

fishing trip, huh? Let's hope he gets blown off course and winds up at a

Triangle. Come on, fatso.

The barrier won't talk to us.

Maybe we'll find someone who we'll talk to.

Yeah.

Your boss tells me you're not happy with the new assignment.

I don't remember being asked my opinion.

Okay, I'm asking.

I'm happy where I am.

I like working Staten Island.

Your record shows that you were raised in the barrio. I moved out when I was 17

and haven't been back since.

Moved out or skipped?

I was looking for a better lifestyle, okay?

Is there any chance that anybody in the neighborhood would know you're a cop?

I don't see how.

I haven't...

I haven't spoken to anybody from El Barrio in over ten years now.

Our problem is the opposite. No one's speaking to us.

There's something hairy coming down. We can't get a handle on it.

So, obviously, we need somebody on the inside.

There are 35 ,000 officers on the NYPD. Why me?

I think you answered that when I asked you if anybody in the neighborhood knew

you were a cop.

If you had said maybe, you would have been out. But you still said no.

They're not my people anymore.

I'm an outsider now. I'm an alien.

I'm not asking you to go in there and raise a family.

I'm asking you to go in there because I've got four homicides already.

And it's all cluttered up.

I need someone to go in there and clean it up.

Okay?

Okay.

I see you beat the moral trap, monk.

Back from the high seas, Commodore?

What do you want, Kojak?

I want to help out, but... You got a warrant?

What kind of warrant? This is a friendly visit.

Come on, make it fast, huh?

You know something? You drink too much.

Ain't it good for you? I mean, I guess pressure does that to you.

Business gets rocky.

A few of the hired hands come to untimely ends.

But no one wants to see a captain of industry turn into an alcoholic.

Look, Kojak, I want a sermon. I'll phone Dalapre.

Okay, I'll get right down to the nitty -gritty, okay?

Now, the way I see it, there's an insurrection coming down. And you, you

the first skirmish.

So what you ought to do is make me your ally.

We find out who's doing what to who and why they're doing what to who.

That way the war's over, and you're me.

We can go back to playing basic cops and robbers, okay?

You like cheesecake, Kojak?

Yeah, I've been on two and five.

I know a place.

A couple of friends of mine own it.

One bite of this cheesecake, guaranteed your teeth are going to fall out.

I'm going to send you the two -pounder.

Oh, that's wonderful.

But you better hurry up the way I hear.

You may be mailing it from the city morgue.

Ciao, baby.

Who is it, Monk?

Who's muscling in?

Delgado?

Necastro? I don't know, boss.

You can't move stuff without pushes.

We just lost two of our best. Why?

What's going on, Monk?

Come on, open the door.

You have to come back there. We're closed, huh? Not to me, eh?

Where's Estrada? At the dentist. He'll be back soon.

Yeah, I'm running behind schedule. I got no time to work. Hey, where you going?

Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing? Enrique, it's okay.

Not a twitch, Chico, or you'll be walking funny for the rest of your life.

Mr. Kincaid and me, we got an arrangement.

He don't know no better.

I only hired him yesterday.

I'll sell you 11 bucks there, Estrada.

And I'll see you next week.

I dropped the candle, Enrique.

He could have put you in the hospital.

He walks in here, takes his fist in the catheter, it's like he owns the place.

Not him.

The bloodsuckers he works for.

They sink their teeth into your throat and they never let go.

You need money? The bank doesn't know.

What are you going to turn to?

No matter the size of the loan, big or small, the first dollar you borrow, they

own your life.

Yeah, a big gorilla.

You need a wrecking drill to take him down.

Um, Kincaid. That's what Starlock called him.

Kincaid. An enforcer for Belding -Sherlock operation. Do I know him?

know him.

Cute little kid.

You know something? He'd strangle his own mother for the price of an egg

Oh, Belding, huh?

It's one more link to Gregorio. The hell with Gregorio.

Hey, I want to know who's stepping on his toes. There's where it's at.

Well, whoever they are, they must be doing it with mirrors.

It's so quiet out there, you can hear the sunrise.

Yeah, I bet.

Where do you keep the light?

Underneath the sink.

Right.

Ricky?

Melissa?

Hey, Teresa.

It's been a long time.

High school.

Look more beautiful than ever.

Ricky, the one with words.

You're working here?

Beach welter.

The boy most likely to succeed?

In a graduating class of 16?

12 of them girls?

Listen, I don't care what kind of propaganda they feed you. It's not that

out there.

I gave my best shot.

What's a guy gonna do?

Hunches with college diplomas or parking cars?

Oh, I never should have left.

I could have slept all those years away for all the good it did me.

Sorry, Enrique.

Hey, for what?

Yeah, my brain's back.

Listen, people can go to their graves and never say that.

I'm back where I belong.

Now, that doesn't mean I'm going to be curling up and quitting.

I got a plan.

I'm going to hang in here, put a little aside each week. In a couple of years,

you wait and see.

Partners in this place. Sure.

Sure you will.

I got to go now. My boss only gives me half an hour for lunch.

Seen any of the old gang yet? No, I just got started yesterday.

You didn't say.

You married?

Not now.

You?

Break a thousand hearts?

No, I have enough of my conscience.

I live right there, about three seconds to fourth floor in the back.

Paco, 50 % off.

How you gonna make profit prices like that?

Gotta move the merchandise.

Out on the street, that's where it'll move you.

Man, you're so eager to lose your shirt. Why don't you go bankrupt and get it

over with?

It wouldn't help.

Hey, Paco.

I was only kidding.

¿Qué pasa, compadre? I have money problems, Carlos.

You know somebody that don't? So take a loan.

I already did.

You went to that Usurero building?

To pay for an operation.

I have two sisters in Mayagüez.

The older one with cataracts.

The operation was a failure. A failure I'm still paying for.

Consuelo is blind.

Mercedes spends 12 hours a day in a canning factory.

I used to send them money.

I don't even write now.

What should I say to them, Carlos?

But the building, he waits, and he waits, but the phone don't ring.

What are you, fresh out of dimes or something?

I don't have the money yet.

Please, just a little more time.

I'll give you a little more time, but first I'm going to give you a little

something for incentive.

Cerebral hemorrhage with extensive trauma to the temporal lobe. Evidence

of contra coup with massive contusions.

Acidic fluid and blood.

Mandible fracture.

Numerous teeth missing.

Had your breakfast yet, Kotak?

No, it's always a pleasure doing business with a guy who enjoys his work.

Captain Midnight strikes again.

You know, if I was Gregorio, I'd sure be seriously thinking about joining a

monastery. Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

So? Uniform team just found Kincaid's car.

Anyway, like, me and Louie did this James Bond trip on the doodle. We think

got the back nailed down, man. It's over on Nora Avenue. Be cool, be cool, be

cool. Oh, yeah, okay.

Anyway, so, like, I told the host... Your pasa, hermano, was having it with

pasa. You know.

Hey, what's happening?

Hey, man, moving about place to place. I don't know how many times I came that

close to throwing out my jacket.

Somehow at the last minute, couldn't let go of my colors. Oh, seems to me you

let go the day you took off.

You remember getting any dues?

Not even a postcard.

High school graduate.

You figure he'd at least write.

Nah, brother, man, don't you see like he's doing his Latino number on them

-town chicks, you know, perfecting his giant talk.

Yo, let me ask you something, bro. Hey, check this out.

What's the scoop on U .S. Steel?

I knew you'd be glad to see me.

But I never dreamed you'd roll out a red carpet like this.

Hey, bro, you split.

That's the way you want it, okay?

It's a free country.

Only don't expect a block party now that you've come back.

We could have split, too.

Yeah, you look around, you'll see the reasons why.

Mainliners, pushers, hookers, peddlers.

Come on, you got representation.

Hey, man, we got a councilman. When he ain't padding the payroll with his

relatives, he's up to his armpit in the city's pocket. And that's our

representation. What about the law? Whose law?

There ain't no law here, man.

There's only the street.

Dig?

Okay, come on, man. Let's see what the heat's up.

Hey, Carlos, where's Ernesto, the brother of yours? Used to be when you

the John were together.

Ernesto's dead, Enrique.

I guess this is where Kincaid bought it.

Blood type, that should, uh, look good.

Hello?

Marco Rodriguez.

Enrique. Teresa, I thought you lived across the street.

I was visiting Mrs. Contreras. Her son Jaime fell the other day and broke his

back.

The doctor said he will never walk again.

He's only 12 years old.

Kids, when was the last day of the roofs? It wasn't from the roof.

He was climbing out of an apartment window with a television set when he

his balance.

His mother's welfare check wasn't enough to support his habit, it seems.

My.

Such deep thought.

Coming back.

Such a jolt.

Like re -entry from outer space.

Is it always like this, Teresa?

Was I too busy growing up to see it?

You must have seen some of it.

Why else would you have left?

Not to be poor.

To better myself.

You gave up nothing.

How lucky for you.

Yeah, lucky.

I come, I go, I fail.

I begin again.

All that luck for one man to deal with.

Yep. Oh, much luck.

His name is Miguel.

What should I do with Paco? Want to put on a show? Want to become a real

criminal? You kidding?

You get arrested around here, you got to be blind, crippled, or over 60.

You want to take that hombre away, you better convince me first.

Why don't you buy a zipper for your mouth, Junior?

Hey, Paco, what they bust you for?

They say murder.

Hey, man, what are you, loco?

Taking on the heat?

That's nothing but an ego macho trip, man.

There's better ways of doing it.

Carlos, I don't understand.

Why Paco?

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

They got nothing on him.

Don't worry about it.

He'll be back.

That's more than I can say for your husband.

Why doesn't somebody do something about it?

You know what it's like? What it's really like?

You see the statistics, where it winds up in the police blotter, where that

doesn't even begin to tell the story.

Ain't that enough? They're living in a garbage dump, fighting cockroaches for

bathroom privileges.

They have to be under receiving the end of every lousy grift and racket in the

book.

Not like Staten Island, huh?

No,

you've been in the mess hall too long. I gotta send you out into the trenches.

The barrio's not the only game in town.

Well, how about me sending you up to Fort Apache in the Bronx?

Or would you like to pull duty at Bedford -Stuyvesant in Brooklyn?

I wept because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet.

Beautiful.

Hey, Lieutenant.

You should run for office.

A man with a grasp of the facts belongs in Gracie Mansion.

Hey, look, Sonny, we're in homicide.

You want cosmetology, talk to the feet drag as an urban renewal.

You were duped in there to gather intelligence, not to do missionary work.

You want off?

You won't be missed.

What you've given us so far, we could get reading subway graffiti.

All right, what do you want?

Paco Rodriguez singing the national anthem.

If that's your heart's desire, why'd you kick him loose?

Can't shake his story.

Claims that he was taking his evening constitutional when a gang of gorillas

started doing a mumbo on Kincaid's head.

Hey, he's lying, of course, but how can you prove it?

Kincaid was building's collector, right?

Go with the proposition that Rodriguez was on the Omni building, but behind in

the big. You begin to get the drift?

Get tight enough with the Rodriguez.

We'll just end up maybe trimming Belding's tree.

And Gregorio, when do we come to him?

You're treating a head cold and the barrio is dying of cancer.

Take it one step at a time, baby.

And we start with Paco Rodriguez.

Would it help, you suppose, if I married into his family?

I'll let you have it for $25.

Hey, it's a deal.

I'll pick it up in the morning.

Hey, Paco, I'm sorry to hear about your trouble.

I can imagine how you must feel.

You mean the police?

No trouble.

What could I tell them?

I don't know who killed that man.

Nobody said you did.

I was talking about Belding.

What do you know about Belding?

I know he ain't going to close the book on you because Kincaid's dead.

There'll be another goon around to collect.

Maybe ask questions.

Because you can bet buildings are as interested as the cops are in finding

who whacked this boy.

Maybe after they paint the store, things will get better.

Soon the whole street will have a new look. Come on, Paco.

You don't fight Bergoglio with a paintbrush.

How would you know?

The man I used to work for, he went to a loan shark.

When he fell behind...

They broke his kneecaps. You know what he did?

What he should have done in the first place.

He went to the cops.

Easy for him.

No, not easy.

Just something that had to be done.

Hey, man.

Hey,

bro.

Just bought myself a couch.

Cockroaches were complaining they had no place to sleep.

Next thing you know, they're going to want their own TV set.

You see him?

Number three.

Are you sure, Mr. Rodriguez?

The last man on the left.

They call him Belding.

He loaned me $500 two years ago.

I have paid back $50 a week interest.

Every cent.

Michael was done running to the heat.

Somebody must have bent his head.

He was too shook up to go on his own.

Why done?

Belding's in the joint, isn't he? For how long?

Jail's no answer.

They're like crabgrass.

You drug one and they're too ready to fill the vacancy.

Cops don't care.

They gave up a long time ago.

Sure, once in a while they make a talking collar, going through the

That's all it ever amounts to.

I guess you'd be the expert. That's right, bro.

My brother Nesto, Teresa's husband, he died just before the baby came. You know

why? The pushes got to him.

It wasn't hard.

He'd have shot DDT if he thought he'd take his mind off his problems.

I didn't know.

Neither did Teresa.

Not till the day he OD'd in the alley.

Sorry, Carlos, I didn't know.

Think the cops did anything?

One less chunky, that's all it meant to them.

Ernesto's dead.

And the pusher, the basurero who fed that poison into his arm, walked around

free as air.

He ain't walking around now.

Oye, mira.

Tonight. Vaya, vaya, vaya.

What, what, what? Come on, what's tonight?

Hung garbage in the city and got around to collect it.

We figured it was time we did something about the stink.

Carlos, could you use some help?

That was Ernesto, my friend, too.

This thing stinks, Puerto Enrique.

I know.

Yelp after what?

Did I go, Jack?

Hi.

Don Miguel Escobar, I presume?

Allow me to present myself.

I am Enrique Salvador Alvarez y Velazquez.

And with your kind permission, may I be so bold as to present your lovely

mother, the modest token of my esteem?

Idiota. Thank you, Don Miguel.

Spoken like a true nobleman.

Si.

Si, I remembered.

I hope you also remembered to pay for it this time.

It could have been ours.

Don't, Enrique.

Why? What did I say?

I passed it a simple thing for you.

A macho jacket.

A rose.

I gave myself to something.

I married Ernesto.

It was a mistake.

But Ernesto paid for it, not I.

So, I cannot let go of the past that easily.

I still live with the pain.

You're telling me to stay away?

No.

Only to go gently.

Not to hurry things.

Whatever is meant to be, there's time for us.

Are you going with Carlos?

Don't, Enrique. It's no good.

They're young, foolish.

Carlos and Rudy are exactly my age.

Don Miguel, adios.

All right.

Tonight we're knocking over a policy bank.

Every day they rip our people off with the numbers games.

Tonight... We return the favor.

That's right, bro.

The ambassadors used to be a street fighting clique, and we're the white

now. And this is our turf, and we have to protect it. Listen here, bro.

If it's too heavy, and you can't handle it, you can, uh, book.

Did I say anything?

All right, man.

Dynamite.

Ay, ay, Luisito, qué ingrato eres.

Ya tú lo quieres.

It doesn't make sense. You don't want to skip breakfast.

That's right. You watch, you listen, and you learn.

All right.

All right.

All right.

You told that punk boss he was the stare of the

barrio. Dig?

Tumps down his own turf.

Listen to this. He don't come in here.

If I ever see your face again, you'll be getting your mail at the bottom of the

East River.

Hey, brother, there's got to be 10 ,000 G's here. There's got to be over 10 ,000

G's, man. They're going to be hurting.

They're going to be hurting.

It's bad.

Protecting the people can be profitable business, Captain.

He reported to the cop.

Now, whether you claim it or come back to the community where you belong.

Yes.

Can I help you, senor?

Yeah. Mr.

Gregorio sends his regards.

Lieutenant.

What does that mean? Three monkeys. Nobody saw anything.

Lieutenant Kojak would like to speak to you.

Paco Rodriguez, he's dead.

And who's going to be next?

Now, look, we've got reason to believe that there's a gang war heating up.

And Paco Rodriguez, he's the first casualty, and there's going to be more.

Unless you people just stand up and be counted.

Paco Rodriguez is dead because he stood up.

Well, there's a lot of truth in that.

But look, if you people only cooperate, give us your trust. Give him our blood,

that's what he means.

Here, he asked us to cooperate.

Let the widows and the orphans multiply.

What's that to him?

He don't have to mourn our dead.

Not like you, not like me.

Listen, you can do nothing and you know it.

Not with all your fancy talk and your fancy arrests.

If we are to die, let us decide the reason.

And it won't be your reason.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I will talk to them.

Sure.

You will forgive me, Father, if I don't hold my breath.

Come on.

I want Alvarez at my office and I want him now.

Don't you think that's a little risky? What if I should burn him?

When I get through with him, you can roast him on a barbecue spit for all I

care.

You got to have a case of the mental terrorist that's pulling a grandstand

like that. I was only trying to score some points for the natives.

I don't even want to secure information for you.

I got to keep my position in the body, don't I? Oh, no, you're not going to

charge your way out of this one that easy, baby.

Because if I had a little more ammo, I would have brought you up on a charge of

impeding a homicide investigation.

A homicide that never would have happened had you done your job.

Man, Paco was a sitting duck.

Hey, provisions were made to protect him.

Who figured they'd have no huts but to hit him in broad daylight?

Paco held back. Oh, yeah, sure, he gave us a building.

When it came time to ID Kincaid's killers, he froze.

What difference does it make, any of it?

Belding was bailed and out on the bricks in time for the six o 'clock news.

Now, if Paco had lived to testify, if you'd managed to put Belding away,

the max he would have pulled? I tell you, 90 days in summer camp.

A journey like that destroys hundreds of lives and gets you slapped on the

wrist. That kid, that's a toaster.

Let's throw the key away.

Captain, I'm yanking him before he does any more damage. Hey, look, I don't know

what's getting into you, but whatever it is, you can work it off in Staten

Island because you're no good to me here.

Is that all, Lieutenant?

You damn well better hope so. Now get out!

Satisfied? I'd feel a lot better if I had a dog to kick, eh, Frank?

I want to put a plant on Gregoria.

Why? When you read Parker's death as a warning, right? An object lesson to keep

the other fish in line.

Who authorized it?

Well, you got scratch belting. I mean, he'd be the first one to be suspected.

Gregoria, though.

He's in a box. Everybody's making moves but him. He's got to retaliate. If he

doesn't up his RBI's, who knows that he's back in the minor leagues.

I'm convinced. Plan away.

Yeah, man. Why that Belding? He's not on bail. Because for a job like that, he

would hire somebody. Don't you understand, bro?

Hey, come on. Come on. What's the difference?

The orders came from him.

That's right.

Belding's just a glorified clunky.

He don't give orders. He takes them.

I'm a juice.

Now you want to kill Belding.

I could kill Kincaid.

I could kill the others.

And sooner or later, you deliver yourselves into the hands of the police.

for what?

Hey, bro, we're the main men around here, you understand?

And we have to strike blows, you dig? Right.

Then strike it where it counts.

If you would kill a snake, you must cut off its head.

Yeah, like, uh, break it down for me. You're supposed to be so smart, bro.

how are we gonna do it? Tell us, come on. With my help, it's possible.

Yeah, like the kind of help you gave Paco, right?

I was wrong.

But I believe there was another way.

It was my duty to believe.

A cop?

A pig.

A dead pig.

Kojak figured a rival mob was behind the killings.

And I was supposed to nose around.

But I came home.

I came back to my old neighborhood.

And things happened.

Paco's dead because of me.

And that's something I have to live with.

But that doesn't mean I have to let Mr. Gregorio go and live with him too.

You're beautiful. Thanks. Bye.

That was Mason, Skipper.

He's talking to one of his stool pigeons.

The guy says the word's on the street that a policy bank of Gregarios was

cleaned out the other night. And get this, Lieutenant.

The perpetrators?

Four masked Hispanics.

Hispanics? Lieutenant Kojak?

No, forget the townhouse.

It'd be easier breaking into Radio City.

Hey. We could ambush him in his garage.

Security's too tight there.

Besides, once he gets into that bulletproof wagon of his, you need a

missile to blow him away.

Oye, espérate, Enrique.

How about a bomb, man?

Sure. See if the wrench you want in the armory.

Now listen, guys.

We'll only get one crack at Gregorio.

And if we don't make it, there'll be a fence around him so high, even King Kong

wouldn't climb it.

I vote for Coney.

Coney Island, man. Right.

Now listen, I found out Gregorio's a creature of habit.

Today is Friday, and every Friday, regular clockwork, he swings by his key

to check the week's receipt and winds up at Coney Island.

Now come two o 'clock, he'll be sitting at Napoli Seven Seas restaurant,

stuffing his face with steamed clams, scugigli, and cheesecake.

That is perfect.

¿Estás segura, marido?

Sí.

This is your man, Lieutenant.

Muchas gracias, señora.

All right, we'll pick up our suspect.

Then I'll send a car for her.

She'll have to pick him out of the lineup.

Padre, por favor, dígale que yo lo siento en el alma que no hablé más

pero fue que me dijeron que no hablara.

She says she's sorry she failed to speak up earlier, but she was warned not to.

Warned by whom?

¿Quién te lo dijo?

Enrique Alvarez.

Give me Lieutenant Gruber, Staten Island.

Oh, Lieutenant, just a second, please.

What about Monk? Do we pick him up?

Later.

First, I want to speak to our Puerto Rican superfly.

Excuse me, that's Lieutenant Gruber on line three. Yeah.

Gruber.

Yeah, what are you doing with the prodigal son?

What do you mean he hasn't shown up?

How should I know? He's your hot dog.

Yeah, all right, we'll keep in touch.

We got sewers?

Oh, we got sewers, all right. I just don't know what flavor.

Stavros? Yo.

We got a current location on Gregorio?

Yeah, well, the last time Saperstein checked in, they were on the move. They

could be anywhere, Lieutenant.

What are you thinking?

Just remembering a question that Everest asked.

When are we going after Gregorio?

Want to know something?

I got a sneaking suspicion that he ran out of patience.

Come on, it'll only be a minute.

Okay, but hurry up, man. You know how much time we got.

I only got a minute, but I want to say something to you. If I could only put

words together.

I've been thinking over what you said.

About the past having so little claim on me?

Well, you're right.

Listen, all I ever had my eye on, what was really important, was the future.

No, come on, listen.

I didn't drop out of school, not like Carlos, not like Luis and so many of the

others. I hung in there until I got that diploma. My passport out of here.

What I did was... Well, I didn't drop out of school. I dropped out of life.

on, it's a fact and you know it is.

Life is no free ride, is it? It's something you gotta pay for.

It's like membership in the ambassadors.

If you don't keep up your dues, you ain't a member.

Well, I guess that says it.

And if you don't, I better get myself a speech writer.

Oh, listen, I forgot the most important thing.

I love you.

Enrique, wait. Hey, I got a call, mi cielo. Get yourself a babysitter, and

I'll take you to dinner tonight, all right?

Enrique.

Lieutenant, Sabastien on line two.

Sabastien, where the hell are you?

Hey, Rizzo and I are down in Coney Island, a place called Napoli's Seven

16th and Surf.

Now Gregorio's inside with Monk.

Anybody else there? No, as far as I can tell, we got the place to ourselves.

Why? Well, you sit on him until I get there. Anybody try to leave, you put the

cuffs on him. Okay.

That's it.

Get a wiggle on, okay? We're going bye -bye. Okay, okay.

Puzzle talk.

You know, I think I'm catching a cold.

I think you're right.

All right, man. Let's waste... No, no, no.

Not now.

Let's wait till they come out.

Now, wait a minute. Oh, Mark, I forgot.

He's going back in.

Rudy, keep the motor running.

All

right,

so what's happening?

Yeah, they came out a couple of minutes ago, Lieutenant, but Gregoria went back

in. You know, I think I'm catching a cold.

All right.

Hot chicken soup.

Blow your nose and, uh... Well, let's move.

Gregorio! Greetings from the people!

Oh, you pull your shift and then you go home to your martinis on your color

TV.

You don't have to live there.

You can leave it at the office.

Let's go.