All language subtitles for McCloud S05E03 Shivaree on Delancy Street

[engine revving]

[helicopter whirring]

- Now give me my money!
- I can't!

- Why not?
- A snag.

And if Koska don't pay off,

he loses the territory

and we have got it.

We're talking about war,
they hit one of ours,

we hit one of theirs,
and on it goes.

Koska: And the streets
become a battlefield.

And you should be ashamed
of yourself,

threatening an old friend,

a man who watched you grow up

from a baby to a bum.

You can take your channels

and you can dump 'em
in the East River.

A friend of mine's life's
at stake.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

- With a tax refund check?
- Why not?

So what number
are you gonna play?

7-5-6.

7-5-6. You had a dream?

- Look--
- Can I pay for this?

In just a minute.
I'll be right with you.

- Excuse me, huh?
- Oh, that's a dog.

You wouldn't like that at all.

It-- it-- it's got more
herrings in it than he's got.

Marcus: As a matter of fact,
by the third page you'll know

that the smiler is the killer.

You don't mind my telling you,
do you?

No. Thanks for the help.

Oh, you're welcome.

So if it wasn't a dream,

how did you come up
with the number 7-5-6?

Look, look, on the check.
The last three digits.

You see that? 7-5-6.

First time in my life
I ever got a refund check.

Playing a hunch.

7-5-6, $20 on 7-5-6.

[whistles] So much?

All your life
you've played 50 cents.

Today I plunge.

[sighs]

Koska doesn't take checks.
With him numbers is only cash.

Selditz,
that's a government check.

Make change from the register.

I tell you, Selditz,
I'm gonna win.

I can feel it in my bones.

[laughs] With the age
of your bones,

what would you do with $12,000?

I got plans.

Oh, that's a good one,
and keep your eye on the twins,

especially the tootsie
on the right.

[beeping]

Better luck next time.

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[sighs] Well, I wish I knew
what Joe was doin' about now.

Now, you sure got a way
of makin' a guy feel wanted.

Huh. Well, it has nothin'
to do with you, Rizzo.

It's just that Joe is doin'
the kind of police work

that you can sink
your teeth into.

Yeah. Well, it's not all glamour
and excitement, McCloud.

Take it from a guy who hasn't
seen a whole lot of either.

[chuckles]

Hi. You ready for me?

[chuckles] For you, Eddie...

I'm always ready.

Listen, Koska should pray
that tomorrow

the number 7-5-6 doesn't hit.

Why?

'Cause a friend of mine just bet

$20 on it.

Maybe he knows something?

Him? He thinks he's an expert.

He's only a tailor.
What can he know?

See you tomorrow.

Goniff, put back the fruit!

Selditz: Every day a fruit.

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Man on radio: Unit 2-6.
Unit 2-6. Over.

- Unit 2-6. Go ahead.
- 87th and Second Avenue.

A streaker chasing another
with a bucket of paint. Kay.

10-4.

- What's that for?
- Little glamour and excitement.

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

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Right there, my man.

Uh-uh. That way, there.

[gunshot]

Drop it! Police officer!

[gunshots]

[intense music]

[siren blaring]

[music continues]

Woman on PA: Dr. Sadlock,
please call emergency three.

Dr. Sadlock,
call emergency three.

Clifford: McCloud!

- How bad?
- Oh, very bad.

Is he gonna pull through?

Well, the doctors don't know,
or they won't say.

- Well, what happened?
- Somebody shot him.

How?

McCloud, there's somebody
I want you to talk to.

Answer a few questions.

Sergeant Ashby, Marshal McCloud.

- Marshal.
- Sergeant.

- Sergeant's with IAD.
- IAD?

Internal Security.

Woman on PA: Dr. Larson
to OP-1, please.

What's that got to do with Joe?

Well, I understand
you've worked with him.

- Yeah. That's right.
- Then may I assume...

That you can tell me
a good deal about him?

- Tell you what about him?
- McCloud.

Don't answer questions with
questions. Answer with answers.

Well, I don't understand
the question.

Well, have you noticed
anything unusual

in Sergeant Broadhurst's actions
lately?

- Unusual? Like what?
- McCloud, test the wind.

It's blowing straight
from the commissioner's office.

He wants some questions answered

and he's assigned the IAD
to investigate

any unusual activity
that might involve Joe.

Well, Joe's only
unusual activity that I know of

is that he's fightin'
for his life.

Marshal, when
Sergeant Broadhurst was found,

there was a bag of money on him,
over a $1000.

Well, he was
on special assignment.

Maybe he was collectin'
evidence.

Maybe.

You left that word hangin' there
about as high

as a horse thief
on a short rope.

Marshal, I've been assigned

to investigate the possibility

that Sergeant Broadhurst
was on the pad.

Well, you know, sergeant,

they just wheeled Joe
into an operating room.

Now, he might come out
of there alive,

he might come out dead.

I'm not gonna stand here and
listen to your shotgun questions

about anybody
in a position like that.

Joe Broadhurst
is not just anybody.

He's a friend of mine.

One of the best cops we got.

Well, satisfied?

I'm paid not to be satisfied,
chief.

May not be a very popular job,

but unfortunately,
it's necessary.

Not where
Joe Broadhurst is concerned.

Maybe.

Woman on PA system: OT-2,
status report.

OT-2, status report.

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[indistinct chatter]

Hey, baby,
you bring me a goodie?

Behave yourself, Candy.

You have a good day?

Let's talk about my day.

Sure.

Save my place, now, will you?

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Beautiful.

H-- h-- hey.

Our turn now, Harry.

Those honkies have had
a fine long ride.

But you know what, baby?
It is finito.

Come over here, Harry.

I want you to watch something.

I want you to watch Koska burn.

I want you to watch him
go up in smoke.

Ha! [laughs]

Hey, do you see
the beauty of it, Harry? Huh?

The record of who bet what today
is being incinerated.

Isn't that a fine thing, Harry?

So now tell me,

how will Koska know
who bet what, huh?

He can't.

Now everybody
who go to their bookies tomorrow

and he gonna say,
"Bookie, I hit the numbers.

Give me my money."

What's the bookie gonna say
to him, Harry?

"I can't do that."

[laughing]

That's right, he can't do that

because the man
who is banking the numbers

has got to prove
you bet the number,

and Koska has no proof
you bet the number. Right?

- That's right.
- Yeah.

And the word's gonna
get out on the street

that a pickup man
has been heisted.

We're gonna take care of that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Then what?

For example...

what would you do, Harry?

I'd go to my bookie and say,

"Hey, the number
I picked yesterday hit

and I want my money."

[both laughing]

Even though you didn't play
that number at all.

- That's right.
- Because you a thief.

That's really right.

There's a whole lot of thieves
out on those streets, baby.

And if Koska don't pay off,
he loses the territory,

and we have got it.

- Justin.
- Uh-huh?

- I had to burn the pickup man.
- Why?

He made a little protest.
He pulled a gun.

Well, it happens.

I also hit a cop.

- You did what?
- Look.

I thought he was tailing
the pickup. I didn't know.

Well, he come running down there
after me. Listen to me, man!

Well, talk to me then, man.
Talk to me!

I put a bag of money
in his pocket.

- Why?
- What will they find?

They'll find a dead pickup man

and a cop with a pocket
full of money.

It'll look like
the cop was on the take.

That's right.

And then there's a,

a cop on the take
lying there dead

and one of the pickup man
is Koska's.

There'll be an awful lot
of angry cops.

I'm not sure the cop's dead.

Then what we need
is a little insurance.

- Wouldn't you say so, Harry?
- Sure.

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[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

Lieutenant Brandt in?

Thank you.

Lieutenant Brandt.

I'm busy, McCloud.

Joe Broadhurst worked for you on
special assignment, didn't he?

I, uh, I'm not supposed
to talk about Broadhurst.

- Why not?
- Orders.

- Ashby? That IAD fellow?
- That's right.

Well, that's kinda one-sided,
isn't it?

Ashby's runnin' around
actin' like

Joe's some kind
of a public enemy

while Joe's flat on his back

tryin' to fight for his life.

You ever been involved in IAD,
McCloud?

- No.
- They don't make mistakes.

So what are you gonna do?
Just close the book on him?

From what I've heard,
I think he's guilty.

Well, Joe's entitled
to a fair shake, lieutenant,

whether you think
that he's guilty or not.

I mean, come on, let's be fair.

He's not just some bum
with a police record.

Alright, McCloud.
What do you want from me?

Well, just give me a place
to start, that's all.

Let me see Joe's log book
so I'll know

where he was before he got shot.

Ashby cleaned out his desk,

took everything
except the paper clips.

I think he counted those.

Well, then you tell me,
what has he working on, where?

He was tailing a numbers runner
who was making pickups

on the Lower East Side,
around Delancey Street.

You mean, Joe was shot because
of that nickel-and-dime game?

That nickel-and-dime game
pulls in

between three and five million
a week, McCloud,

52 weeks a year.

Yeah. [whistles]

Because people are dreamers,
they're suckers.

What happens to the money?

A runner picks it up
from each drop.

And runs it to where?

He turns everything
over to a controller.

- Who turns it over to who?
- A banker.

Somebody high up in the rackets.
Hey, McCloud, I'm busy.

Well, how does a fellow know
if he wins or not?

He gets up in the morning

and he runs out
to his newspaper,

he opens it up to, uh,
the sports section

and he looks for the place
where it says, uh...

Okay. Here it is.

Total parimutuel betting
for the New York track

where the ponies are running or
a Florida track if they're not,

and he sees the number,

and the last three digits
of that total,

that's the number for the day.

Appreciate your information.

McCloud... we never talked.

You were never in here.

And I don't wanna see you
in this office again

because I'm not
sticking my neck out

for a crooked cop.

I admire a man
with an open mind.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

I won.

7-5-6.

It's a miracle!

I won!

What can I say but thank you?

Gloria? Did I wake you, dear?
Oh, good.

Look, I know it's early,
but I got something to say.

Pack. That's right, pack,
two suitcases.

And don't worry
about the weight.

We're traveling first class.

Hm.

Can't believe it.
I just can't believe it.

It's a miracle.

Hello?
Weinstein's Global Travel Tours?

I would like to speak
with Mr. Weinstein.

Oh, tell him it's Marcus Rubin,
and I wanna make a trip for two.

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Anything?

Ah, the owner says
he only looks at shoes.

Said Joe Broadhurst
wasn't there yesterday

or any other day
that he can remember.

- Did you find anything?
- No.

And without Joe's log,
we don't know who's telling us

the truth and who's hyping us.

Let's keep lookin'.

Marcus: But, Selditz,
you're not paying attention.

756 came in.
Check the newspaper.

- No argument.
- Alright.

756 I played for $20, right?

And you owe me $12,000.

Marcus, please,
I'm asking you, be calm!

Oh. Oh, you told me to be calm.

Huh. Why didn't you say so?

Uh, I'm calm. Wouldn't you
call this calm? I'm calm.

- Now give me my money!
- I can't.

- For what reason?
- A snag.

You're talking to me, a tailor.

A snag is when a garment
gets caught on a nail.

In my whole life
I never saw a $12,000 snag.

You don't understand!

There was an accident
on the street yesterday.

All of the records of the bets
were stolen.

Every thief on Second Avenue
claims that he hit.

And the word this morning
from Koska is, "Wait and see."

Well, I'm not gonna wait
and I'm not gonna see.

And I want my money!

Marcus, get the hands off me.
I do workouts!

[clattering]

Violence you want? Wow!
Why didn't you say so?

Marcus, what are you,
a crazy man?

What, are you wrecking my store?

I'll give you a wrecking.
I'll give you..

[clamoring]

Oi! I just got that stock in
this morning.

[indistinct yelling]

[crowd gasping]

Move it. Police!
Hold it! Police!

[mumbles]

And that's only the end
of round one.

That's a policeman?

In that case, uh,
good morning, officers.

Uh, what can I do for you?

Alright,
what's the trouble here, guys?

- Trouble? What trouble?
- Trouble?

Looks like somebody tried
to bust a bronc in here.

Oh, well, uh, Mr. Marcus and I,
uh, had an argument.

We disagreed about something.

Marcus, uh, you have a point.

- I'm glad you see it my way.
- Hm.

And I won't press charges.

If you don't press,
I don't press.

- Papa.
Marcus: Judy.

- Excuse me.
- Papa, are you alright?

Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart.

I'm fine. Don't you worry.

I just, just got a little hurt

in the nose a little bit.

Get hit in the face with a lox,

something's going to hurt.

What happened? Who started this?

Uh...

Come on, papa,
I'm gonna take you home.

Now, just hold it.
I wanna know what happened here.

- What caused this fight?
- Who are you?

He's a police officer, miss.

Look, officer,
I think I can explain.

Mr. Selditz and I
had a disagreement

over a certain order
and, uh, well, uh,

and I just lost my temper,
that's all. Uh...

- Se-- Selditz, I apologize.
- Accepted.

- Hm.
- May I take my father home now?

Well, if nobody's gonna
press charges,

I can't see it'll do any harm.

Thank you. Come on, papa.

Alright, sweetheart.

- Remember what I said.
- Sure. Sure.

Well, officers, you see,
no harm intended, no harm done.

Well, Mr. Selditz,
there was a man murdered

not very far from here yesterday

and there was a police officer
that was shot.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We thought maybe the officer
might have stopped by here.

What officer?

Have you ever seen
this man before?

No.

Selditz: I don't think so.

- Uh, maybe.
- Yes or no?

On that basis
I have to answer no.

Well, if this man was here,
Mr. Selditz,

we would like for you
to try and remember

if there was somebody else
in the store at the time.

Somebody that could have
followed him out.

Oh, you mean, like a clue.

Yeah. That's right. You mind
looking at the picture again?

You're sure?

Listen, people come and go.

I don't think so.

Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Selditz,

for your cooperation.

Any time.

Oh, uh, officers,
uh, the policeman who was shot,

I wish him all the best
from the bottom of my heart.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Right.

Well, thank you, doctor.

Well, Joe's still listed
as critical.

He hasn't regained
consciousness.

- Joe gonna be alright.
- I hope so.

What about you, marshal?
Are you gonna be alright?

What's the interest, sergeant?

Well, it's not
a proud thing to say,

but police officers
do go on the take.

Yeah, so I've heard.
What's that got to do with Joe?

Have you noticed, uh,
Sergeant Broadhurst spending

an unusual amount of money
in the last month or so?

No.

What about the new car
he just bought?

[scoffs] Well, the old one
looked like it had been

pulled through a knothole.
Ran about as well.

And, uh, last Sunday?

I bite. What about last Sunday?

Sergeant Broadhurst and his wife

took you and a young lady
out to dinner.

That's right. You know,
we got this funny little habit.

When we get hungry, we eat.

The bill came to, uh,

"123 dollars and 57 cents."

It was his wife's birthday.

Isn't a man allowed to take
his wife out on her birthday?

You take your wife out on
her birthday, don't you, chief?

I did
before she quit having 'em.

[telephone ringing]

Clifford. Yes, he is.

- It's for you, sergeant.
- Oh, thank you.

Ashby.

Yes.

Oh, yes, I remember you.

Then maybe we can do
some business again.

- Wouldn't you say?
- Well, what kind of business?

Concerning one of my brothers,
man, Joe Broadhurst.

You understand
where I'm coming from?

Keep talking.

Concerning why somebody

wasted the brother, man.

Now dig it,
for a small taste of change,

I can turn you on
to what's happening, you know?

- Where do you wanna meet?
- Now you're talkin'.

Meet me on the corner
of a 110th and Lexington.

You can buy a watch from me.

Can you dig it?

[laughing]

Yeah, see, this a natural ring.

I mean, you know,
it's really nice.

Okay. Well, if you're not gonna
buy anything, okay.

- Hm.
- Okay. Start talking.

That cop, Broadhurst,

man, I peeped
at that brother's hole card.

He was on the take, man.

I mean, uh, he was a bad dude,
baby, and greedy.

Numbers was the cat's thing.

He allowed them to operate
down to the East Side.

Collected ten percent each,
and every day, baby.

Can you dig it?

Why was Broadhurst hit?

Well, the way
it was related to me,

he was receiving his cut
from the pickup dude,

in this alley, you see?

Then there was this heist,
an armed robbery.

Then a cold-blooded thing
went down.

I mean, the pickup was iced,

and Broadhurst, wow.

Is the gentleman living?

Mm-hmm.

Who made the hit?

The armed robber, like I said.

I don't know the man.
Never heard who.

So, uh, so how about taking care
of a little business

for all them good things
I just laid on you, my man?

See you... my man.

[instrumental music]

[beeping]

A little stronger.

Mrs. Broadhurst.

You're gonna fall over
on your face, honey.

Why don't you go home
and get a little sleep?

I will, soon.

Well, at least go someplace
and get a decent meal.

How can you stand the food
they give you here?

Nurse, how's Joe Broadhurst?

Well, his pulse is stronger.

- Well, that's, good, isn't it?
- It could be.

Well, his pulse is stronger.

Yes.

He's gonna be fine.

If he can explain how that money
got in his pocket.

How do you think it got there?

Somebody put it there.

You know
what Joe was working on?

Yes. He was working on numbers.

Well, that's a little outside
your area of expertise,

whatever that area is.

Well, it doesn't take much savvy

to be able to flush out
a rattler.

It's not a nature class,
McCloud.

Numbers is
a multi-billion-dollar racket.

There are a lot of people buried
in a lot of unspecified places

that wanted a piece
of the action.

So you stay away and stay alive.

Is that an order?

I'll make it a royal command
if it'll do any good.

Mrs. Broadhurst?

Joe's a little better.

Yes, we heard.

Can I take you someplace?

I'm gonna go home
for a few hours

and, well,
they said they would call

if there was any change.

- Why don't I drive you?
- Thanks, Sam.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Remember our discussion,
McCloud.

Never argue with royalty.

Judy: For quite a while now you
have been keeping things inside.

- Away from me, papa.
- Now...

Why would I wanna keep things
away from my little baby girl?

I don't know. Tell me.

I'm talking to you, papa.

Judy, you're late for work
already.

What's the sense
in starting a conversation

that's gonna lead
to who knows where

and-- and for how long?

Are you in some kind
of trouble, papa?

Trouble? Just the opposite.

I don't know.

For a couple of months now
you've been acting

very differently.

I wanna know what's happening.

And I wanna know
what kind of business you're in

that permits such lateness.

Alright. But we've got
a lot to talk about.

Of course. Of course, my baby.

But like they say,
at a proper time,

a proper place.

- You promise?
- I promise.

Oh, have a good day, papa.

You too, my baby. You, too.

And, Judy, uh,
uh, today you sell a Picasso.

Ah, the gallery would like that
very much.

[instrumental music]

Gloria? L-- listen.

Uh, we won't be able to leave
for Miami Beach as planned.

Uh, no, no, no, uh,
well, s-- something came up. No.

Gloria?
Y-- you're not angry, are you?

Oh, no, no, dear.

No, Judy had
nothing to do with it.

Te-- tell her?
Well, what's to tell her?

That you're a schicksa?

Listen, it never enters my head
that you're not Jewish.

Why should I put it
in Judy's head?

Please, darling, just plan
to leave tomorrow, huh?

A-- and I'll let you know
what time

a-- as soon as I find out
what's available.

Alright? Me, too, dear. Me, too.

Okay. Bye.

[instrumental music]

Hello? Weinstein's Global Tours?

Mr. Weinstein, please.

[instrumental music]

Thank you, Sam,
for sticking so close.

You need anything,
you just holler, you hear?

Okay.

- Did you leave the door open?
- No.

Stand back there.

Freeze!

Get your hands up.

Get off that stool and put
your hands against the wall.

Okay.

Get your feet back, spread 'em.

Whatever you say.

Keep reaching.
Right-hand jacket pocket.

- Cop?
- McCloud.

Say hello to my partner,
Detective Howell.

Ashby, what are you doing here?

Please, Mrs. Broadhurst,
come in.

Sam, who are these men?

Cops.

Why are they here?
What are you looking for?

Evidence, Mrs. Broadhurst.

What evidence?

The kind that will help clarify

Sergeant Broadhurst's situation.

What situation?
What are you talking about?

Mrs. Broadhurst,
has your husband come into

any financial windfall recently
that would help explain things?

Explain what?
T-- there are no windfalls.

Now, what are you talking about?

I think I can show you.

T-- that's our bedroom.

Full-cut, shawl collar.

I'd say this mink would run,
oh, nine, ten thousand dollars.

And look at the label.

Custom designed for...

you, Mrs. Broadhurst.

[sighs] Sam, I swear,
I don't understand any of this.

Look, I've never even seen
that coat before.

- You sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Let me see it.

Carol, you mind
taking your coat off?

I wanna try this one on you.

I don't wanna have anything
to do with it.

Well, now, look, if somebody
went to all the trouble

to make you a coat and put
your name in it and all that,

I think the least that we can do
is to see how it looks on you.

Don't you? You mind?

Oh...

[chuckles]

It's not exactly cut and made
to order, is it?

Of course, when somebody's
plantin' something on you

as phony evidence,
you wouldn't expect them

to, to call you in
for a fitting.

Bet a week's salary
that coat's been stolen.

McCloud,
you do put on a good show.

But if this coat is stolen,
that doesn't prove anything,

except maybe that Broadhurst

was accepting favors
from the Mob, too.

There would have been plenty
of time for him to have had it

altered
before he gave it to his wife.

You know,
if this is the way you conduct

an impartial investigation,

I would sure hate
to see you operate

when you're carryin' a grudge.

You just keep workin' at it,
marshal,

you're gonna find out
what that's like.

Hm. Appreciate your warning.

Proves you're no worse
than a rattlesnake.

You both give plenty of notice
before you do your worst.

[door opens]

Hey, Pete... Oh.

Commissioner, how are you?

What's the good word?

That's a good question.

- Well, what brings you here?
- Well, why not?

Commissioner visits the command
post now and then, you know?

You haven't visited this
command post in three years.

What's on your mind?

A little procedural detail
I'd like to discuss.

Little procedural details
are for little memos

or quick phone calls.

- Now, that's true.
- Now, we go back a long way.

Been friends since the beat
in the boondocks.

So don't do a number on me.

What brings you here
from City Hall?

Flat out?

Flat out.

The Joe Broadhurst investigation

belongs to the IAD, Pete.

It's not yours
and it's not Marshal McCloud's.

It belongs to Ashby.
Ashby is the man.

Now, hold it.

- Sure, Pete. What is it?
- What do you mean, not mine?

I mean, no more interference
from this office.

Are you saying
that I am interfering?

Oh, come on now, you asked me
not to do the dance. Right?

Don't get your hackles up.

I get that way when somebody
impugns the integrity

of this office
or of any of my men.

I'm not too sure of
your Sergeant Ashby's motives.

Well, that's too bad, Pete,

'cause Ashby
is a first-rate detective

and he is an expert
at what he is doing now

and he has sniffed out
more crooked cops

in this department
than anybody--

Joe Broadhurst
is an expert detective,

he's expert at what he's doing,
and he is not corrupt.

That is for an investigation
to determine.

Tell me about McCloud.

Well, he's uh, unorthodox,

he's honest,
he's a pain in the--

And he's a good friend
of Joe Broadhurst. Right?

A loyal friend. Right.

And Joe Broadhurst
is under investigation.

And Ashby keeps running to me,

telling me
McCloud is getting in the way.

Now, would you read that back
to me?

You're implying
that McCloud is on the take.

- Consider the possibility.
- Alright.

Now read it to me.

Your man Ashby
has got a sick mind.

What's his background?
Where's he from?

Well, what's that got to do
with it?

I'm still considering
the possibilities.

Broadhurst is black.

The order is in effect, chief.

You stay away from the
Joe Broadhurst investigation.

Stripping me of my authority.
Is that right?

You never had any.

When the IAD comes in,
everybody else goes out.

That includes me
and that includes you!

Nice to see you, Pete.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

Hey, it's my old friend
Marcus Rubin.

- It's good to see you.
- Nice to see you, Koska.

Oh, they are
a couple of friends of mine,

uh, with hard names, uh...

Just make out
like they're not here.

Huh? [chuckles]

How long has it been, Marcus?

Well, uh, you mean,
since I made you a satin pillow

when you were a little baby,
or the last time we talked?

Either way,
it's been a long time.

So, what can I do for you?

- I, I came for my money.
- Money?

Yeah, $12,000.

- What'd you say?
- Koska, $12,000.

I hit the number 7-5-6.
I hit it. I hit it.

- I want my $12,000.
- Marcus, get out of here.

What, get out of here?
What are you talkin' about?

I wouldn't leave
without my money.

No way in the whole wide world.

And that's
a simple statement of fact.

Do you know
what I could do to you?

Oh...

Hey, I just heard myself
threaten an old friend.

Yeah. I heard it, too.

I mean, at my age
my body's not too nimble,

but thank God
my hearing is A-one.

And you should be ashamed
of yourself,

threatening an old friend,

a man who watched you grow up
from a baby to a bum!

You oughtn't to talk like that,
Marcus.

Oh, it worries you
I call you a bum?

Okay, give me my money,
I'll make you what you wanna be.

You wanna be an angel,
you're an angel.

Give me my 12,000,
you'll be a saint.

There's been some trouble,
Marcus.

Trouble. Trouble,
that's the name of the game.

You're old enough to know that.

All I'm asking you is to wait

until I can straighten
some things out.

- Alright. How long?
- I don't know.

- Uh, maybe next week.
- Oh, yeah.

Or next month, or next year.
Maybe not at all.

Yeah, until I get some answers.

I want only one answer, Koska.

When do I get my 12,000?

You stupid old man.

You don't understand a thing
I'm trying to tell you, do you?

I understand perfectly.
You're saying wait.

I'm saying no wait.
And my way I like better.

And I'll tell you
something else.

I've been in this East Side
nearly 60 years

and I know everybody
in the racket,

everybody from you up
and you down.

You're saying
you'll go to the cops?

I said what I said, and I
wouldn't take back one syllable.

I want what is mine, or else...

And that's an or else,
my friend,

if you've got a brain
in your thick head

you wouldn't take too lightly.

Are you waiting for me?

- McCloud.
- Yeah?

- What's happening?
- What have you heard?

Well, I just got back
from the hospital.

Joe's gonna be alright.
Of course...

Don't seem to be too many people
happy about it around here.

Well, that's because
they've heard the news.

- What news?
- He's gonna be charged.

- With what?
- Collusion, accepting a bribe.

Being an accessory
before and after a homicide.

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it.

The DA thinks
he's got enough evidence

to take to the Grand Jury.

You know the DA, McCloud?

Well, not so as that I can

pick him out of a crowd, no.

Well, he's a very cautious man.

He wears galoshes in July.

Never does anything
unless he's absolutely sure

of the outcome.

You know, chief,
I'm gonna say something to you.

Now you may not like it,
but I'm gonna say it anyway.

Joe is innocent, but there
doesn't seem to be anybody

around here workin' up a sweat
to prove it.

Sergeant Ashby is in charge
of the investigation.

Well, that's like
askin' the hangman

to loosen your knot for you.

McCloud,
the rules are very specific.

Only IAD is empowered
to investigate internal affairs.

If any of my regular men
jumped in to help Joe,

then the whole department
would be suspect.

Well, I got news for you, chief.
I ain't one of your regular men.

I'm painfully aware of that.
Don't stab me with it.

And the IAD don't mean beans
to me.

McCloud, have you heard anything
I've said?

Yeah, I've heard what you said,
but you haven't said anything

about provin' Joe innocent.

Don't you care
what happens to him?

Of course I care,
but my hands are tied!

Well, mine ain't!

McCloud, there is absolutely
nothing you can do about it.

And whether you like it or not,

this will be done
through channels!

Chief,
you can take your channels

and you can dump 'em
in the East River.

A friend of mine's life's
at stake,

and I'm gonna do what I have to
to help him.

Now you just do
what you have to do.

McCloud!

Get out of here.

[instrumental music]

The only thing I brought back
from Japan, I don't know why,

but I can't get into
this culture kick very much.

All the places I went to,
Kyoto, Nara, all the treasures,

carved-up ivory,
and what do I come back with,

a pinball machine. [laughs]

Would you like to try?

What's the matter, Koska?

What's it do,
make everything alright?

Standing there,
flipping metal balls like a--

Like a what?

Sorry, Mr. Amado.

How would you like
the rug pulled, old friend?

How would you like I walked away
and left you standing

on the streets like a goat
for all the wolves

to tear you apart? Tell me.

- How would you like it?
- I wouldn't.

If I find playing with a toy
is good for me, it helps me,

it gives me relaxation so I can
think, is that okay with you?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

There is this problem, Koska.

The work's been lifted
from the numbers take.

So there is no record,
who bet, how much they bet.

Is that a fair picture
of what happened?

So for you to stay in business

you will have to borrow
a large sum.

If I'm gonna pay everybody
that claims he hit.

Half a million?

That's right.

Well, you're a preferred risk,
Koska, you know that.

I wouldn't mind
lending you the money.

But at 12 percent per week,

how could you ever get even?

No, I'll answer for you. Never.

- I wouldn't say that.
- But I just did.

Because I don't think
you'll stay alive long enough

to pay ten percent of the loan.

Use the brain in your head,
Koska.

Don't you know what's happening?

We're not talking about money,
we're talking about war!

They hit one of ours,
we hit one of theirs,

and on it goes, on and on.
It's war, Koska. War.

But it doesn't have to be
like that.

I'll pay off everybody,
make 'em happy.

Nobody's gonna stiff me
if they're happy.

You think not?

Then pick up that 50
and get on a bus.

You'll be a dead man
riding to Cleveland.

You're stupid, Koska.

One of our people has been
killed, shot down, Koska, dead.

For money? No. A little
naughtiness, a rip-off? No.

Then what for? To wreck us.

We've been around long enough,
they say.

Now it's our turn, they say.

They want out of the ghetto
into the suburbs, Koska.

But as far as I'm concerned,
the hell with them.

You know who I'm talking about?

- The Swartzas.
- Justin.

Maybe his good day will come,

but not when it's still my time.

And the streets
become a battlefield.

For a while, yes.

But we ain't even sure that it

was Justin that had my pickup

man burned.

Then make sure. Can you do that?

There's this guy that hangs
around with Justin. A punk.

He sells hot watches
down at 110th Street.

He can be leaned on.

Do it.

[door opens]

You got nothing
to worry about, honey.

Sam is taking care
of everything.

- Sam is?
- Mm-hmm.

Now I'm worried.

[laughing]

Who sent the flowers?

Chief Clifford brought 'em.
Personally.

Chief Clifford?

When did he find out
about flowers?

Guess you have to get shot

before you can get
his attention.

McCloud, something's bothering
you. Well, what is it?

Broadhurst: You can tell me.

The IAD's investigating
the shooting, Joe.

Man named Ashby.

What does that have to do
with me?

Well, they found some money
in your pocket.

- I was set up.
- Well...

I suppose Ashby wants to know

who set you up and why.

He certainly isn't gonna come up
with anything implicating me.

Huh. Maybe.

McCloud, what is it?
What's coming down?

Joe, do you mind telling me
everything that happened?

I can't tell you more than you
know. I just stumbled into it.

Did you get a good look
at the fellow that shot you?

Only a flash.

He was black.

He wore a black hat

with a big chain around it.

Dark suit,
gold earring in his left ear.

Where did you spot
the pickup man?

That grocery store
over on Delancey.

- Selditz's?
- Yeah. How did you know?

Well, I've been doin' a little
investigatin' on my own.

You know, Selditz said
he never saw you.

Yeah, well, he sells
more than lox in there.

McCloud: Numbers?
- Yeah.

- Who else saw you?
- An old man placing a bet.

Well, what'd he look like?

In his late fifties, moustache,

five-foot-nine or ten, average.

I think the guy who shot me
was playin' the pinball machine,

but I hardly noticed him.

Uh, Mc-- McCloud,
wh-- what does Ashby have?

Why are you so worried?

[sighs] Well,
I guess that's just my nature,

just like it's Ashby's nature
to be naturally suspicious.

Now look, Joe,
everything's gonna be alright.

You just get yourself some rest.
I'll see you later. You hear?

- Carol.
- Thanks for stopping by, Sam.

Sergeant.

Marshal.

You can do somethin' for me.

- Yes?
- Leave Joe alone.

For the next couple of days
anyway,

until he gets his strength back.

By that time it'll be proved
that he's innocent.

Marshal, you know better than
to ask me something like that.

An investigation must proceed
as close

to the commission of a crime
as possible.

Don't lecture me.

Well, maybe somebody should have
done that a long time ago.

- What's the supposed to mean?
- It means keep your nose clean.

Now hear me, marshal,
and hear me good.

Joe Broadhurst is on the hook

and you're standing just about
as close to him as a man can get

without being in his shoes,
and as far as I'm concerned,

maybe that's just where you are.

So if you begin to feel
something

jabbing you in the back,
that'll be me.

Woman on PA: Dr. Sadlock,
line two.

Dr. Sadlock, line two.

[instrumental music]

Hey, baby, you wanna buy one?

Dig, my man.

- How about you, baby?
- You sell watches, I hear.

Oh, yes, my man. I sell...

Get in.

Hey, baby.

You swim?

Take the next left
and head for the river.

Hey, man, lighten up.
I mean, I don't know you.

I'm just little old Perry. Why
you wanna be jumpin' on my back?

Because you know something
I need to know.

Then I'll tell you.
I'll tell you, baby.

Just call out
what you wanna know.

The knockover,
my pickup man and my take.

- What happened?
- Oh, man.

That's so heavy.

t was Justin, wasn't it?

He wants everything, right?

My turf, the numbers.
Talk to me.

Right on, but Mr. Justin
wouldn't pull a trigger, man.

You know that.
Not in a street job.

- Mr. Justin wouldn't do that.
- Then who?

[panting] His main man.
The dude who does it for him.

Harry Peoples.

- Well, what's he look like?
- A, a tall dude.

Wears flashy suits and a little
gold earring in the ear.

Uh, you know
how you can tell Harry, man?

No. How?

The brother wears a, a black hat

with a heavy gold chain
hat band.

[instrumental music]

[cash register rings]

Here you are, Mrs. Bruisy.

Don't forget to say hello
to Mr. Bruisy for me, huh?

Say hi to the kids.

Yes, sir, what can I do for you?

You remember me, Mr. Selditz?

Hm. Let me see.

The fight that you had
with Mr. Rubin.

Fight. Fight. Fight.
Let me see, a fight.

Hm. Yesterday morning you almost
tore this place apart.

[laughs] You call that a fight?
I call that a quibble.

Mr. Rubin and I,
we know each other for years.

We're always quibbling.
So, what can I do for you?

Mr. Rubin placed a bet with you.

A bet? What kind of a bet?

Oh, come on now, Mr. Selditz,

you take bets on numbers.

[laughs] Actually, you know,
I couldn't even begin to discuss

such a subject with you
without the presence

of my son the lawyer.
You'll excuse me.

Now you just hold on
a minute there, please. Uh...

There was another fella in here
at the time,

playing the pinball machine.

- You remember him?
- No.

Could've been a black man,
wearin' a big black hat,

a gold chain around it...

No. He doesn't ring a bell.
Why? Uh, should he?

- He shot my partner...
- Oh.

A couple of minutes
after he committed a homicide.

Homicide?

What has homicide got to do
with Rubin or me?

That's what I'm tryin'
to find out, Mr. Selditz.

Look, I-- I give you my word,
I know nothing about the man.

And, as for Rubin,

how could he know
about such a thing?

Well, maybe Mr. Rubin
has a better memory.

I might be a little while here,
Howell.

So, uh, as long as you're
tailing me, this one's on me.

[door chimes chiming]

Anybody home?

Can I help you?

Marshal McCloud.
We met at Selditz's store.

- Oh, yes.
- Your father in?

I'd like to speak to him,
if you don't mind.

He's not here.

Do you know when he'll be back?

No, I don't know.

Why, what do you wanna
see him about?

Father's playin' the numbers
over at Selditz's store.

- Isn't that right?
- My father?

My father has never done
anything dishonest

in his entire life.

And what right do you have
to even suggest

that he might involve himself
in anything like the numbers?

Now, just hold on.
Just hold it a minute.

I didn't come over here
to arrest your father

for playing the numbers.

It's something
a lot more important than that.

Papa!

- Mr. Rubin?
- Ah...

Papa, what happened?
What happened to you?

Here, let me look at you,
Mr. Rubin.

You sayin' what happened? Yeah?

Wha-- wh--
Yeah, nothing happened.

You hurt badly anywhere?

It just hurts when I push here.

So, so, so I don't push.

Well, who beat you up?

Papa, is that what happened?

What? Who, who would wanna
beat up on an old man?

- I, I fell down some steps.
- What steps?

What steps? Uh, the subway.

I, I was walking,
I missed the step.

Uh, you know, it's about time,
I've been holding out,

but I should wear glasses.

Judy, uh, ca-- call Dr. Sinskey
and make an appointment

for checking my eyes.

Fell down some steps.

Now I would like to fall
into a hot tub.

Judy, dear...

Mr. Rubin, when you were
in Selditz's store yesterday,

do you remember a black man
playin' the pinball machine?

Could've been wearing
a big black hat

with a gold chain around it.

Uh, I-- I don't remember.

Mr. Rubin, this is important.
Please.

Please, marshal,
leave my father alone.

- Can't you see he's been hurt?
- Now, look.

You can play games
with your own life.

That's, that's your business,
Mr. Rubin.

But I got a partner
that almost died

because of this little game,

and there's liable to be
a lot more people hurt

before this is over. Now I want
some answers and I want 'em now.

McCloud: Who beat you up?

I-- I-- I fell down some steps.

[instrumental music]

Ah... Going good.

Stashing that coat
in that cop's house. Hey.

[laughing]

Gonna funnel all that heat
right down to Koska.

Imagine corrupting a cop
like that.

My, my, my, my.

[chuckles]

One way or another,
Koska's gonna fold.

One way or another.

You know something, Harry?
I only got one worry.

That cop. Well, what's his name?

- Broadhurst.
- Right.

He's not dead yet.
And that's a worry, you know?

He might get all well and mended

and then go through that book
of pictures they got down there

and come up with you, baby.

I'd do something about that
if I was you, Harry.

I mean, for my own protection,
for my life.

[women laughing]

On the other hand...

let me suggest a fine thing
to you, Harry.

Hm.

Wiggy, man, both of them.

Wicked, both of them,
an enormous amount of joy.

Take your pick.

I've always had eyes for Angel.

Really? [laughs]

Well, Angel has always wanted
to go to Jamaica.

You know,
I can't take her right now.

So why don't you take her, hm?

Why don't you take a stroll
over to that hospital,

you know, and fix that cop?

And then when you come back,
Angel will be ready to go.

It's quiet in that hospital
right now, Harry.

Yeah.

[music continues]

Harry.

I don't know you, man.

- Come here.
- No, man.

[laughs] Get him.

[intense music]

[engine revving]

Harry...

You burned one of my people,
Harry.

No, man! No...

How about this?

- Better.
- What's wrong with it?

I don't know. It looks close.

- Then what about it, Joe?
- I only saw him for a second.

Well, is this the flash you got?

Yeah.

Here's the fella that shot Joe.

I know.
We found him an hour ago.

Where is he?
I wanna talk to him.

You go down three flights,
turn right,

through a double door.

Uh, ask for Harry Peoples.

Right.

- Hey, that's the morgue.
- Correct.

Mr. Peoples is on ice.

Found him in an alley.
Shot to death.

Harry Peoples, hoodlum
with a yellow sheet a yard long,

known associate of Dewey Justin,
murdered.

Eddie Clark, pickup man
for Merle Koska, murdered.

Both. Justin and Koska
knee-deep in the numbers.

Does that say anything to you?

Sounds like the beginnings
of a street war.

And Joe is one of the first
casualties.

But, papa, Marshal McCloud
talked about murder.

He's got his line of work,
I got mine.

Please tell me what kind
of trouble you're in, papa.

Sweetheart,
I'm not in any trouble.

We've talked about this before.

Lately you've been acting
very strange.

I've heard you walking around
late at night

and coming down to the kitchen
and having tea.

I've peeked in on you, papa.

I thank you for your concern.

You weren't drinking your tea.

You were talking to yourself
and smiling.

And that's not all,
I've seen you writing things

on little pieces of paper,

folding them up and putting them
in your pocket.

You never used to do that
before, papa.

What are you writing?

Actually, poetry.

- Oh, be serious.
- I am serious.

You have a father who writes
poetry. So now you know.

- Alright?
- What kind of poetry?

All kinds. About life, love,
a-- anything that's interesting.

[chuckles] It's something new?

Yes.

Papa, are you in love?

Judy, you're gonna be late
for work.

Who are you in love with, papa?

Judy, will you please finish
your lunch and go to work?

- Go, will you?
- Is she married, papa?

Is that why you don't wanna
talk about it?

- Judy.
- A married woman.

- And her husband beat you up.
- She isn't married.

Then there is a woman
and, and she's very young

and her father beat you up.

Listen, young lady,
I am your father, not your son.

And the quicker you remember
that, the more time you'll have

to find a man of your own
to boss around.

Now go, go to work.
Go, go, go, go, go.

And now listen, listen,
if a young nice-looking fellow

should come in today
and he looks at you

more than he looks
at the Picasso, cooperate.

Stand in front of the Picasso.

Go to work.

[door chimes chiming]

Who could she be talking to?

Hello? Weinstein's, uh,
G-- Global Tours?

Uh, uh, uh,
Mr. Weinstein, please.

Yeah. Marcus Rubin calling.

Hello, Weinstein? Rubin.

Listen, uh, uh, wait, wait,
hold the line a minute.

[curtains clanking]

- Judy.
- I'm going. I'm going.

So go.

[door chimes chiming]

Listen, Weinstein, there's been
a slight change in plans.

[instrumental music]

Hello, Marcus. Good to see you.

Mr. Amado. Hi.

Excuse me, Mr. Amado,

I'm going to take my break now

and I might do
a little shopping

if it's still alright with you.

Take your time, Connie.

- Come, sit down, Marcus.
- Thank you. Thank you.

- So, how does it go?
- Uh...

Oh, it's the same all over.

- And how is Judy?
- Oh, like a da Vinci.

- You must be very proud.
- Yes, yes.

Uh, but I-- I came to-- to talk
to you about this lump.

- You've been in a fight?
- I've been in a beating.

Who did it?

Two gorillas
who work for another gorilla

who works for you.

- Who?
- Koska.

He doesn't exactly work for me,
Marcus.

Mr. Amado, your table

of organization
I know nothing about.

I only know
if you can't get satisfaction

from Koska, you come and see
your good friend Mr. Amado.

Am I correct?

What happened?

I bet $20 on the number 7-5-6.

Oh.

And I went to Koska
to get my $12,000.

I got instead lumps.

I'm sorry, Marcus.
I shall talk to him.

Uh, yes, and when you do,
make certain to tell him

that I said nothing
to that police officer.

What police officer?

The one who asked
all the questions

about the-- the fellow
with the hat.

Yeah, that Harry Peoples.

I mean, I could have told
that police officer

that Harry Peoples
was in Selditz's

when, when Koska's pickup man
came in, but...

You mean,
Harry Peoples was there

and you didn't mention it
to the police?

I didn't. I mean, why should I?

After all,
everything is hearsay anyhow.

[chuckles] What do you want,
Marcus?

Well, I, I think
it would be nice

i-- if you gave me the money.

I mean, you wash Koska's hand
and he washes,

you know, vice-versa...

I'm sure you do understand
that for most people

to claim such a large win
with no proof

it would be impossible for me
to do anything.

But I've known you
for many years, Marcus,

and I believe you.

And also I don't like
what has happened to you.

It will be easier for me
to collect from Koska anyway.

We can't have Koska beating up
on old friends, can we?

- Especially my favorite tailor.
- Exactly my point.

By the way, I got in
some new Donegal plaids.

I should have brought you
some swatches.

Twelve-thousand dollars,
is that right?

On the button.

Do you mind hundreds?

Hm, could be nickels and dimes

as long as it adds up to 12,000.

You were pretty sure
of yourself.

What could I lose, a paper bag?

A whole lot more, Marcus.

Hm, from Koska maybe,

but never from Mr. Amado.

- Thank you, Marcus.
- Thank you.

I'll stop by
and look at the Donegals.

Y-- you do that.

But uh, uh, look, uh,
wait a couple of weeks.

I'm, I'm going on a trip.

Oh, good. Have a good trip.

[chuckles] I think so.

- Goodbye, Marcus.
- Goodbye.

[elevator bell dings]

[dramatic music]

That man on that elevator,
go get him

and bring him back here.

You back already, Connie?

What say, baby?

Hey. Hey. Hey.

What do you want, Justin?

From you, baby? Exactly a zip.

Nada. Zilch.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Amado, you're no longer
in numbers.

You're nowhere.

You will now disappear.

[silenced gunshot]

[intense music]

That man saw me,
and that worries me.

It says right here now
that a Mr. Rubin

had an appointment here
at three o'clock.

That dude on the elevator,
I couldn't find him.

According to this,
says Mr. Rubin is a tailor,

and he lives on Delancey Street.
Find him.

[music continues]

I'll pick you up in ten minutes,
darling. Yeah, I got lucky.

Well, Weinstein got
a couple of cancellations.

Yeah...
So, what's the difference?

Wear a scarf,
you can fix your hair

on the plane
in the ladies' room.

Yeah. Wait, wait,
I think that's the cab.

Yeah. Yeah. It is. Alright,
sweetheart. I'll see you.

I'm very excited, too, Gloria.
Alright, dear.

[door chimes chiming]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

I just stepped out
to do a little shopping.

I couldn't have been gone
more than 20 minutes.

Was there anybody with him
when you left?

- Uh, his tailor.
- His tailor?

- What's his name?
- Rubin.

- Marcus Rubin?
- Yes.

- Who's Marcus Rubin?
- It's his tailor.

Clifford: Well, tailors
don't go around

shooting their customers,
McCloud.

Amado's dead
because another gang wants in.

Do you think Amado's outfit's
gonna stand still for that?

Oh, I didn't say that Rubin
shot him, chief.

But if he was here
when she left,

and she was only gone
for a few minutes,

he might have seen something
that could help us.

If he was here, then he'd be
lying alongside of Amado.

Well, I don't know, chief,
he has a way of turnin' up

at the wrong places
at the wrong times.

You don't mind if I follow
through with this, do you?

- Got nothin' to lose.
- No, we don't.

But you do, if you do anything

but bring him into headquarters
for questioning...

You read me?

Loud and clear.

Judy: Papa?

Papa, where are you?

[instrumental music]

Marcus: My dear Judy,
I've gone on a little trip.

I don't know just how long
I'll be, darling.

But don't worry.

Maybe I'll bring back
a surprise.

I love you. Papa.

[instrumental music]

[waves crashing]

It's so tropical...

and you are so beautiful.

Oh, Marcus,
you're beautiful, too.

Do you know that?

No, but...

I will remember what you
just said as long as I live.

Mr. Weinstein?

I-- I'm fine, thank you.

Mister, uh--
The job is fine.

Mr. Weinstein--

No, I haven't sold
a Picasso yet.

Mr. Wei-- Mr. Wei--
Mr. Weinstein.

My father has been talking
to you about some reservations

and I have to get in touch
with him right away,

and it's very important,

and I wanna know
exactly where he went.

Yes.

Yes, I appreciate the fact

of travel-agent-client
confidentiality, Mr. Weinstein,

but he is my father

and he may be
in terrible trouble.

Look, uh, I mean, is it alright

lea-- leaving home
on such short notice?

Marcus, there's nothing for me
to do at home.

- It's not very exciting.
- Ah.

All I do around the house is...
What's that cute word you use?

- Schlep?
- Ah.

Schlep.

And the bank takes care of
the stocks my husband left me.

That's all there is.

[laughs]

What's funny?

And my daughter thinks
I'm running around

with a gold-digging kid.
[laughs]

Please don't make me cry,
Mr. Weinstein.

Thank you.

Miami Beach?

What hotel?

I see.

You had to cancel reservations
for two?

That's impossible.

With whom did he go?

Are you sure you don't know who?

When is the next flight
to Miami Beach, Mr. Weinstein?

[instrumental music]

Gloria: Mm, it'll be morning
in a few hours...

and we want to be
out on the ocean by sunup.

You know,
it's-- it's like a miracle.

You, you know, uh, fishing
at sunup and sailboating.

Charles thought
it was very important

to get away every now and then.

Usually, we took a boat,
fished, sailed.

We had a marvelous time.

He was a very lucky man.

I should be so lucky.

My adorable schicksa.

[telephone ringing]

- Rubin's Tailoring.
- Is Mr. Rubin there?

No, he isn't.

Oh. When will he be back?

Judy: I don't know.

Well, he promised me
some alterations by Saturday.

Well, I wouldn't count on them.

Mr. Rubin's gone off
to Miami Beach

and I don't know
when he'll be back.

Thank you.

Miami Beach.

I want you boys to take
the big silver bird to Miami

and give Mr. Rubin my best.

Be bad, dig?

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[car honking]

[door opens]

[engine revving]

[engine starts]

[instrumental music]

[aircraft droning]

Woman on PA: Flight 47 for Miami
now loading at gate 14.

Flight 47
now loading at gate 14.

Here's your ticket
and your boarding pass.

Boarding right now at gate 14.

[aircraft droning]

Can you tell me
where that young lady is going

that just bought a ticket here?

- New York Police.
- Miami.

I'd like one myself, round trip,
if you don't mind.

Alright. Um...
Just sign right there, marshal.

[mumbles]

You better hurry
because that plane's due

to take off in two minutes.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

McCloud. Where you going?

Why are you bird-dogging me,
sergeant?

Just waiting for you
to make a mistake, marshal.

And I think
you've finally made it.

Well, you got about 15 seconds

to tell me about that mistake.

Then I'm gonna get on
the airplane.

Why are you leaving town
in such a hurry?

Is the heat getting
too much for you?

Or have you finally collected
enough payoff money

like your friend Joe Broadhurst?

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[key clatters]

[aircraft droning]

Woman on PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we have reached
our proper cruising altitude

and the captain has switched off

the seat belt and smoking lamps.

Please relax
and enjoy your flight.

Thank you.

This seat taken?

What are you doing
on this plane?

Well, Ms. Rubin, I, I think I'm
doing the same thing you are.

I'm taking old flight 47
down to Miami Beach.

Why are you going
to Miami Beach?

I'm followin' you.

Why?

Well, I just think you're gonna
lead me to your daddy.

What do you want with my father?
He's just a foolish old man.

- Why do you say that?
- Because he...

Never mind.

And don't tell me
that you're going to Miami Beach

to arrest him
for playing the numbers.

No. No, I'm not gonna
tell you that. No way.

Well, then what has he done
to elicit all of this interest?

You know,
your father has a funny habit

of, of bein' at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Did you ever know
of a man named Amado?

- My father's his tailor.
- Yeah.

Well, your father was also
with him just before or during,

or just after
he was shot to death.

Then he's running away?

I'm afraid he is.

But then why did he take...

- That doesn't make sense.
- Why did he take what?

What doesn't make any sense? Hm?

Well, if you must know,

he's taken up with a woman
half his age.

And I thought
that he was running off with her

to Miami Beach.

Woman on PA: Ladies and gentl...
- Poor papa.

He must be terrified.

The weather ahead is clear,
and we have

balmy 72 degrees
at Miami International.

Our arrival time will be
approximately 6:30 am.

Thank you.

[aircraft droning]

[knocking on door]

I-- I hope I didn't disturb you
or anything.

- Oh, no.
- Look, Gloria.

Th-- there's something
I-- I've gotta talk about

and, uh, i-- it's about
this door between us.

Uh, you don't mind
if I bring that up?

Oh, of course not.

Look, it will remain closed,
you understand?

But when you feel like
you want to come in to my room,

yo-- you just knock
and I'll know who it is.

Alright, Marcus.

But take your time.

I mean, Rome wasn't built quick.

What I mean is,
get to feel sure.

And then, and then knock.

Please.

[instrumental music]

[aircraft droning]

Gonna have to call
a lot of hotels, man,

to find out
where Rubin is stayin'.

Okay. we'll start with
the As and run him down.

Got any bread?

And his reservations
were cancelled,

so I don't know
where my father is staying.

Well, don't worry.
We'll find him.

Oh!

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

We're gonna have to call
a lot of hotels to find him.

Yeah, well, we'll just have to

start with the As
and go to work.

Well, that'll probably be
the last one.

Well, in that case let's start
with the Zs and go to work.

- How's that?
- Uh, Zenobia Hotel.

8-1-6 6-6-7-7.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Come in, come in.

Oh, thank you.
Just leave it down.

I'll handle it. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

Marcus? You're awake.

[chuckles] Marcus...

Do you really wanna
go fishing today?

We don't really have to.

Would you like to stay here?

And let the rest of the world
go by?

Gloria, I thank you
for such an opportunity,

but, frankly, uh,

I just got a little too much
on my mind

to, to do justice to such a day.

- What is it?
- Uh, nothing, nothing, nothing.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Then let's go fishing. The sea
air will clear your mind.

Yeah, sure. Fishing.

[instrumental music]

- You know where he went?
- Mr. Rubin went fishing.

- We arranged a charter for him.
- What charter?

At Hackney's,
down at the causeway.

Would you, uh, care to leave
a message for Mr. Rubin?

No, uh, we'll deliver it
personally.

[engine revving]

Judy: He went fishing?
- Yes.

Down at Hackney's dock. I'd say
uh, more than half an hour ago.

- Was Mr. Rubin alone?
- No. It's no fun to fish alone.

And I think he's going to have
plenty more company.

Well, what makes you say that?

Well, there were
just a couple of fellows

in here a little while ago
asking for him.

I told them
where they could find Mr. Rubin.

- What men?
- I don't know.

- Well, what'd they look like?
- They were gentlemen of color.

- They seemed to be in a hurry.
- Stay here.

They were gangsters,
weren't they?

To get my father
because of what he saw.

- I'm going with you.
- Judy...

Your father doesn't need
a mama now.

He needs the police.
Now stay here!

[engine revving]

Wanna try a little fishing?

I don't think so.

Jimbo: What did the boat
look like they took out?

Oh, you can't miss it,
48 foot, white,

flying two orange pennants.

Well, where do you figure
they went?

Probably around the point,
they didn't look

much like marlin fishermen
to me.

Look, man, I gotta get
this message to 'em.

So I need me a boat.
Something fast. You dig?

I can rent you that one,
but I might try

calling them
on the ship-to-shore radio.

No, thanks.
The message is personal.

[intense music]

Head for that boat.

It's the wrong boat.
Head for that pacer over there.

[siren blaring]

[helicopter whirring]

[dramatic music]

That ain't the boat! Keep going!

[instrumental music]

You think
this boat goes to China?

We're on the wrong ocean.

My luck.

Why would you wanna go to China?

Well, because if,

if this was the right ocean,
and it's a slow boat,

I'd have you like it says
in the song,

"I got you on a slow boat."

[chuckles] Oh, Marcus,
you are a romantic.

And I love you.

You love me?

I really do.

And I love you.

That pacer over there.

That's not Rubin.

That ain't the one! Keep going!

Then this isn't just a fling.

I couldn't do that. Fling.

Neither could I.

[intense music]

[gunshots]

- Oh!
- Get down! Get down!

Get clear of the boat.

Gloria, down, down.

Hey, keep clear of this boat.

I'm gonna jump.

- You're not gonna make it.
- Watch it, man!

Where are you going?

Get down
and keep your head down!

Turn it left, man. Turn it left.
Turn the boat!

[dramatic music]

Watch it, man!
He's gonna ram you.

Get out of his way, man.

[engine revving]

[helicopter whirring]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

That littler boat!

The smaller one,
get me down there!

[music continues]

[groans]

[helicopter whirring]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Well, here it is.

"Justin in custody."

"Expect complete vindication
of Broadhurst."

"Congratulations, you just broke
every rule in the book again."

"Don't hurry back. I am enjoying
your vacation. Clifford."

Then you won't be leaving
right away?

Oh, Well it, uh,
it kinda depends.

- You got any plans?
- Flexible.

Well, how flexible is flexible?

Hm.

But I think those two may have
come to a decision.

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry about
the disappearing act, but..

Well, Gloria and I have had
quite a discussion

and we have an announcement
to make. Uh...

[chuckles] Go ahead, darling.
Tell them.

Judy, your father is the most
wonderful man in the world.

What she means here is, you're,
you're not losing a father.

- You're gaining a mother.
- Oh, how wonderful.

I'm glad you approve,
sweetheart.

My two beautiful ladies.

Well, I think it's time
for a little toast.

If you would permit me,
to Gloria and to Marcus.

Well, thank you.

It's a little thing that
I learned from a bronc rider

just after he went over
the withers of a Brahma bull.

He came up laughin'
and he said, uh,

uh, mazel tov.

[laughing]

[theme music]