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[♪♪♪]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, full moon tonight.

Probably be foggy.

What's the full moon got to do with fog?

Full moon means high tide.

High tide generally means fog along the coast.

Wish that a high tide was the only thing

a full moon brought out.

Hm. Hey, don't worry.

I got a silver bullet. You're safe.

[CHUCKLES]

That's a load off my mind.

[RADIO CRACKLES]

[BILLIARD BALLS CLICKING]

Hey, Ted, get your tail over here

and gimme another drink.

Come on, lard-gut. Move it.

Make it a double.

Don't you think you've had enough?

I said gimme a double.

[REGISTER OPENS, CLOSES]

Whether you think so or not,

I think you've had enough.

You're not gonna s-serve me?

Nope.

You're gonna walk out that door,

go home and sleep it off, huh?

Wrong.

I'm gonna stay here and have another drink.

[CROWD GASPS] All right, come on, everybody.

Just sit down. It's the shank of the evening.

Sit down.

Pour.

Jay, I told you,

I'm not gonna pour you another drink.

[CROWD SCREAMS]

Now, stay right where you are.

We're going to have a party. I don't want to be alone.

Sit down!

Good boy.

Jay... Jay, you're gonna be in big trouble again.

Hand me the gun before somebody gets hurt.

Got a...better idea.

Uh, pour a round for everybody on the house.

Oh, now look, Jay--

[♪♪♪]

JAY: Oh, come on now, folks.

Sit down.

I'm-- I'm buying everybody a free belt.

Be-- C-- Let's eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we--

We what, buddy boy?

I think the word is...die.

JAY: That's right.

DISPATCHER 1 [OVER RADIO]: ...10-2, 10-2.

DISPATCHER 2: All Ludlow units,

vicinity Foster and Reynolds:

Respond to silent alarm, the Ole Club.

The Ole Club. Code 3.

Ludlow Niner, wilco.

[SIREN WAILING]

JAY: It's too quiet in here.

I mean, what's the sense in having a couple of snorts

if it's gonna be like a tomb in here?

[JAY CHUCKLES]

Now, we don't want it to be as quiet as a tomb, do we?

Huh?

Barkeep,

play a little music, please.

Play some pretty music.

[COIN PLINKS IN JUKEBOX]

[GROOVY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Six ball in the corner pocket.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

TED: Hey, Jay, look at the table!

[LAUGHING] Watch your face.

[SIREN BLARING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Sweetheart,

dance for me.

I said, dance for me.

[TRAY CRASHES]

I like to watch, you know what I mean?

[CROWD SCREAMS]

You didn't ask permission to leave.

All right.

Dance.

Dance.

That's not music. That's noise pollution.

[CROWD SCREAMS] [JUKEBOX FIZZLES]

Ted, your customers aren't happy.

Come on, come on, let's buy 'em another round.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Carter's got the back alley sealed off.

Put it on the bullhorn.

All right, clear the streets and stand back.

[OVER SPEAKER] Clear the streets, please.

Please stand back. Please move back.

Move back there.

Clear the streets, please.

Inside the bar, this is the police.

The building is surrounded.

We want everyone inside to come out with their hands up.

[♪♪♪]

I-I'm sorry officers. Uh...

Got clumsy, I'm afraid. I--

I hit that button and never even knew it.

There's, uh...

Everything is all right.

There's nothing going on in there at all.

Uh, we're coming in to take a look anyway.

Sure. Sure thing.

Whatever you say.

Come on ahead.

Come on in.

[♪♪♪]

WEBSTER: The alarm went off

accidentally, you say?

Yeah. Yeah, just clumsy of me.

I'm-- I'm sort of a klutz that way.

What happened there? TED: Oh, that?

That-- That-- That happened last week.

I haven't had a chance to get it fixed yet.

DANKO: All right, you call

the precinct and tell them

that your stepping on the alarm was an accident?

No, no. Not yet.

First I knew I hit the thing was when you guys came tearing up.

[♪♪♪]

WEBSTER: Well, if that's

all that happened,

we might as well get back on the street.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

GILLIS: Ow!

[GRUNTS]

Mm.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Could have saved myself the trouble. The gun's empty.

[RAPID BREATHING]

It won't be next time.

Sir, we'll need you to sign a complaint.

Anytime.

Call me, I'll be there. Okay.

[EXHALES]

Get Warfield booked?

Yeah. Only after he did a 20-minute hate routine

on cops in general and on Willie here in particular.

The guy's so paranoid, I don't believe it.

Sounds like he needs a psychiatrist

more than a jail cell.

Also needs an adding machine.

Man tried to get seven shots out of a six-shooter.

Hey, John Wayne has been getting away with that for years.

WEBSTER: Yes, but Warfield

wasn't using blanks.

You could have been killed.

Yeah. Guess I was lucky.

[CHUCKLES] Sure can't afford a funeral

on my salary.

Speaking of money, we're off tomorrow,

how 'bout a little poker?

Yeah, I can dig it.

How 'bout you, Willie?

Can't. Got a date.

Yeah? Who with?

Your wife.

[MOUTHS] My wife?

Hm.

WOMAN: Slide the hands forward.

Now the legs. Look up, Mickey. Look up.

Okay. Hands forward and relax.

Way to go, Mick.

You're looking good in there, big guy. You're lookin' good.

Dr. Janowits says he'll be walking normally again

in a few months if he keeps up with his therapy.

He'll keep it up.

His family will see to that and so will I.

Mike says you still haven't found the man who ran him down.

No. Probably never will now.

Well, look on the bright side of it.

There's a bright side to hit-and-run?

Sure. You made a new friend.

The police department got a new recruit.

Mickey says he's gonna be a cop when he grows up.

[LAUGHS]

Well, whether you know it or not, he's, uh--

He's got a definite case

of hero worship for Officer Gillis.

JANOWITS: Just a few steps

further, Mickey.

[LABORED BREATHING]

And that's it.

I made it.

GILLIS: You sure did.

GILLIS: What's our motto?

By the yard, life is hard.

By the inch, it's a cinch.

That's it.

MAN: There you go.

Your watch, your keys, $14.75.

Check it, please.

Yeah, it's all there.

My fortune.

Sign this receipt, please.

Here and here on the bottom.

I ought to sue this city for false arrest.

Mister, what you ought to do is light a candle

that the judge decided you could be bailed out.

Listen, I put in 18 years

making a name for myself in this town.

That counts for something.

I see.

I was third-ranked middleweight in this state.

I m-made a lot of friends when I was f-fighting.

Met-- Met a lot of important people.

That's how come I got bailed out, in case you want to know.

Yeah, that's some claim to fame.

What was it? Third-ranked middleweight in the whole state?

Man, I'm glad I got your autograph.

You're gonna be talking out of the other side of your face

when I sue this city for false arrest.

'Cause this was a bum rap, you know, man?

I saw the bite your gun took out of Gillis' hand,

and I don't consider it a bum rap.

Gillis?

That's the guy that nailed me?

The very same.

[GROUP LAUGHING]

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[LAUGHING, SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[GROUP LAUGHING]

[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

ALDO: Hey, we've got a lot of work

to do this afternoon.

You ought to lay off that stuff.

Ah, this-- This gives me great strength.

It also gives you great hangovers, Uncle Sal.

Salvatore drinks only not to catch the cold.

You've been drinking not to catch the cold

for over 50 years.

How fewer people have got the cold

than I haven't got it, huh?

There's plenty leftover.

Take some home to Officer Terry.

Grazie.

Yeah, Italian soul food. Terry'll dig it.

Dig it? What kind of language is that

for an attorney-at-law?

Oh, Mom, I'm not gonna be an attorney

for four years yet.

You keep talking like that, in four years you'll be a bum.

Hey, Mickey, why you so quiet?

You feel all right?

Bene.

[CHUCKLING] Bene.

I think Mickey's got a surprise for everybody.

Right, Mick?

Right.

Let's show 'em.

What's the record?

Three.

Wanna go for four?

Five.

Five.

Showboating for the family, huh?

[WHEELCHAIR BRAKES LOCK] GILLIS: Okay.

Let's show 'em.

[♪♪♪]

Okay, now-- Now, take it slow.

Now, see, you got-- You got lots of time.

You got it.

[ALL CHEERING]

JOE: Bravo.

NINA: Oh, Mickey.

Bravissimo. Oh.

All in the line of duty.

Oh, that's terrible wine.

Bet it's good for cleaning out drains, though.

[BOTTLE SLAMS]

[EXHALES]

[SWALLOWS]

I wonder.

[GIGGLES]

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, sport, what do you think, huh?

Oh, great-- Great. I love it.

It's a little early to suit up,

but I'd be glad to join you

after lunch and we can play games--

It's for Mickey. Oh.

I saw it when we passed that store back there

and it was on sale.

Hey, I'm gonna take it on out to him

while you eat lunch.

All right, all right.

Any man who can skip a meal like this

has gotta be some kind of a wise man indeed.

Hey, see you later. Okay.

[♪♪♪]

[SQUAD CAR STARTS]

[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]

Anybody home?

Hey.

Hey, is anybody here?

Hello in there.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

Hey, hiya, Willie. Come on in.

Hi, Aldo. Where is everybody?

Oh, somewhere out in the nursery, I think.

I just stopped by to drop some equipment off for Mickey.

Oh. Where is he?

He's in his bedroom. Go on in.

Okay. The rest of the stuff's out in the car.

Oh, I'll get it for you.

Uh, you go on in and see Mickey. All right?

Is it okay if I move the car to the front of the house?

I wanna load some junk into the truck?

Sure.

And I promise not to start the siren.

And don't steal it either.

They'll take it out of my pay.

[LAUGHING]

[SQUAD CAR STARTS]

I took seven steps today.

Seven?

[♪♪♪]

ALDO: Hey, what are you doing?

[EXPLOSION]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[GUNSHOT]

Willie-- Willie, what happened?

Stay back.

Get back! Get back.

What happened, Willie? It's no use.

What are you talking about?

Aldo's in there.

NINA: Aldo!

Aldo! Oh, my God!

No! There's nothing you can do. No! Aldo!

Stop. Nothing you can do. Aldo! No!

Nothing. Oh, no!

Nothing. Oh, Joe!

Oh, no!

[NINA WAILING]

It was my fault. I'm sorry. I couldn't get to him.

[SOBBING] Oh, no!

[LABORED BREATHING]

I couldn't get to him.

[NINA WAILING]

GILLIS: Ow. DR. ROSS: I'm sorry.

Nearly finished.

All right, now. So you took a detour to drop off a gift

for Mickey and that's when it happened?

Yes, sir.

Now what about the ID?

Are you sure, are you positive

that it was Warfield? Yes, sir. I'm positive.

I figure Warfield tailed me to the Fabiano's house.

Saw Aldo inside the car, mistook him for me

and threw a Molotov cocktail.

Uh, how did Warfield get out of jail?

Bailed out.

He won't be out for very long.

Well, that should do it for now.

That dressing should be changed daily.

Oh, well, don't worry about that, doctor.

He's got a very competent nurse living right next door.

For the pain.

Oh, thank you.

Doctor, when can I get back to work?

About a week.

Or longer.

Lieutenant, if the doctor is satisfied

that I'll be all right--

Until I'm satisfied you no longer

have any notions about going after Warfield,

until then you're still on leave, Officer Gillis.

[INHALES]

Yes, sir.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks, doctor.

Thanks, Jill.

Friend of yours?

Mm-hm.

Let me know if he needs a refill on the pain pills.

Doctor, I don't think they make pills

for the kind of pain Willie's got.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

MAN: You in there, lieutenant?

[BUTTON CLICKS] No, I crawled out the window.

Of course I'm in here. What do you want?

Sergeant Hughes to see you from Internal Affairs.

Send him in.

Hughes, what can I do for you? Eddie.

Somebody give the mayor's son a speeding ticket?

No, but they should. He's a rotten driver.

Then what?

Do you have a Patrolman Gillis, William A., assigned here?

He's temporarily off duty.

But he's one of my men, though. Why?

Here's why.

[PAGES TURNING]

You can't believe any of this.

They don't ask us to believe things, Eddie.

They just ask us to investigate.

The way it looks, I bet the D.A.'s office

will want an indictment against Gillis.

The kid's in trouble, Eddie.

NINA [WHISPERING]: Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God--

I know...

saying "I'm sorry" means so little.

But I don't know what else to say.

Willie, we understand.

It was the will of God.

GILLIS: Hm. Yeah.

But, Joe,

it was this guy Warfield.

He's the one who did it.

WEBSTER: Every police officer's

looking for him, Mr. Fabiano.

Just a matter of time before we turn him up.

[MOUTHING ROSARY] SAL:

So you find him.

Does that bring back Aldo?

No. No, sir.

Uh, no, it won't.

[♪♪♪]

[SOBBING]

I h-- I have some-- Some money saved.

And if-- If I can help--

Thank you. No, Willie.

We bury our own.

Isn't there anything I-- I can do?

Yes.

Yes. You may go to Mickey.

And-- And try to explain to him

why it happened.

[SOBBING] Why.

I'll try.

I'll try, Uncle Sal.

Uncle Sal?

I can explain to him how it happened.

But I can't explain to him why.

I don't know.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

GILLIS: Mickey?

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, Mick, you awake?

Hey, Mick.

Don't I even rate a hello?

I don't want you to see me.

Why not?

I've been crying.

[SNIFFS]

Men aren't supposed to cry.

[SCOFFS]

Hey, don't you believe it.

We cry.

I've never seen a policeman cry.

Just because you don't see something

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

You mean, like God?

Yeah. That's-- That's one example.

Well, then why did God let my brother get killed?

[EXHALES]

I don't know, Mick.

Well, there's one thing for sure.

What's that?

Aldo would be alive...

if you hadn't stopped out here.

Wouldn't he?

Yes, he would.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hey, man, uh, sorry to bother you, but Ryker just called.

Wants us there right now.

Okay.

Hey, Mick, I gotta go now.

[EXHALES]

Come in, boys. Come on in.

Something about Warfield? No. Nothing.

This is Sergeant Hughes, Internal Affairs.

Officer Gillis, Officer Webster.

Sir. Mm-hm.

Gillis,

Aldo Fabiano did not die as a result of that fire.

What do you mean?

The coroner says he died

as a result of a gunshot wound.

And there are three people who heard you say,

"It's my fault."

That was a figure of speech.

He asked Gillis, not you, Webster.

Sir, Aldo was my friend.

What possible motive could I have? Aldo was my friend.

Very close friend, right? Yes.

Okay.

Your friend is trapped inside a burning automobile.

You can't get to him.

He's in more agony than any of us can imagine.

Wait a minute, now. Hold it.

Now, take it easy. Take it easy.

Now if you are trying to build up some kind

of mercy-killing theory here, forget it.

Gillis, all I'm doing is dealing in facts.

It's a fact that the slug taken from Fabiano's body was a .38.

It's also a fact that your gun's a .38 and had been fired once.

GILLIS: Now, look,

all you have to do

is run that bullet through ballistics to see

that it didn't come from my gun.

It's not that simple.

The bullet was melted in the fire.

The riflings are gone.

However, it weighs out as a .38.

One hundred and fifty-seven grams.

I fired at Warfield.

Well, we checked the surrounding area with a metal detector

for the bullet you allegedly fired.

Didn't find a thing.

This is crazy. Absolutely crazy.

No, Officer Gillis, it's not.

What it is, is a situation that just may get you charged

with murder, in the second degree.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Now, you tell him.

Tell him what?

Tell him that Officer Willie didn't kill his brother.

Mrs. Fabiano, that's up to the court to decide.

He doesn't want to know it from the court.

He wants to know it from Willie's boss,

the man he always talks about.

Did--?

Did Officer Willie...

kill Aldo?

[WHIMPERING]

[EXHALES]

Mickey, I wasn't there,

so I can't say what did and didn't happen.

But I know Willie. And I know how much value

he places on a human life.

That's not the kind of thing

that would go with shooting your brother.

But you don't know?

No, son, I don't. No one does.

[EXHALES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey, Mick, it's good to see you.

Aren't you interested in my side of the s--

[♪♪♪]

If this is innocence,

what's it like to be guilty?

Mind if I ask what Mickey and his mother were doing here?

[INHALES]

They were looking for guarantees I can't give them.

Anything turn up? No.

Lieutenant, that bullet I fired has to be in the car.

I wish that was so, but it's not.

I just got a phone call.

They've impounded that car in the police garage.

They have? Wait a minute.

Come here.

If you're expecting to find that bullet

in Warfield's car, don't bother.

'Cause there's not a dent.

What?

No bullet, Gillis.

The car is untouched. I'm sorry.

[♪♪♪]

Ouch.

Take it easy.

Gee, honey, I spent three months as a-- A nurse's aide.

But I'm no Marcus Welby.

You really ought to have a doctor look at this.

I'll do what I want to do.

Ah, it'll be all right in a couple of days.

It's not that bad.

No kiddin', Jay.

I think the bullet's still in there.

[SCOFFS] Yeah, and-- And I take it

to a doctor and he sees it and he calls the cops.

So that's why I'm not taking it to a doctor, okay?

Why don't you want the police to know about this?

Did you do something against the law?

I told you, Nell,

it was a hunting accident.

And I'm afraid that the, uh-- The cops will prosecute

the guy that shot me, and he's a good friend of mine.

Now do you understand that?

You're really nice, Jay.

I mean, so many guys just wouldn't care.

Oh, I care, Nell.

You'd be surprised how much I care.

Oh. Yeah.

Hey, uh, how's Mickey coming along with his therapy?

Oh, well, he isn't.

Um, I talked to his mother,

and she said he's

retreated back into his wheelchair

and he won't even try to walk.

Uh, hey, look, do you mind if I make some more coffee?

Hm?

Cof-- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Go ahead.

I think I'm gonna call the Fabianos

and ask if Mickey will see me.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Speaking.

Hey, hello, pig.

I hear you're in some kind of trouble.

Gee, I'm real sorry to hear that.

Hey, what do you want, Warfield?

Your version of how it feels to get busted.

Yeah, I know how I feel. I-- I j-- I just wanted

to get it from the cop's point of view.

Hey, well, listen--

Listen, don't you worry about me, huh?

Once I find that bullet, I'm cleared.

And then I'm coming after you.

[LAUGHING]

That's wild. That's really wild.

What's so funny?

[LAUGHING]

You.

And there's no way you're ever gonna find that bullet.

You-- You listen, y-you're gonna have to, uh,

pardon my laughing, pig.

It's just, uh, I'm enjoying an inside joke.

Well, listen, I, uh-- I gotta hang up now.

Give my regards to the warden.

Hey, Warfield? [DIAL TONE]

[♪♪♪]

Be back in a while.

Uh, Willie, I haven't finished that ban--

MAN: It's been checked out.

Look, I know ballistics checked the car.

But they sought a bullet hole.

I'm looking for something else.

How 'bout it? Huh?

Okay. Make it fast.

Thanks.

Where's the phone?

Over in the office.

Did he-- Did he say where he was going?

No. He just ran out of here. He was awful mad.

But it was Warfield on the phone?

Mm.

Maybe he knows where Warfield is.

[RINGS]

Yeah?

Terry? Now listen.

I just found out where the bullet is.

It's inside Jay Warfield.

I checked the car and there's a bloodstain

on the driver's seat.

Cool, but without Warfield

you've still got no bullet.

Then I'll have to find him.

Hey, man, with or without a slug in him,

this cat's dangerous.

Terry, I'm gonna find him.

[LINE CLICKS, DIAL TONE] Willie?

Where is he?

[HANDSET CLICKS]

On the way to a funeral.

His.

[♪♪♪]

Yeah, I know that. Look, Norm, all I want is the name

of the bail bondsman who put up the money to get Warfield out.

Now, come on. It's public record.

Davey Ryan?

Thanks.

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE STARTS]

RYAN: Yeah, come in.

Hello. Oh.

Yeah, come in, my friend.

Come in. I'm sorry you're here.

But I hope I can make your visit worthwhile.

I'm Davey Ryan.

William Gillis.

Here, Mister Gillis. Uh, Miss Carla. Eh...

Here, sit your bones down, uh, Mr. Gillis.

Eh, like I say, I'm sorry you're here,

but, uh, what can I do for you?

[CHUCKLES] Mind telling me

why you're sorry I'm here?

Well, this is a--

This is a brutal business, my boy. Brutal.

I mean, people don't normally walk into a bail-bond office

whistling a happy tune.

I mean, they come in here when, uh, somebody's in trouble--

A friend, a relative, somebody close.

--and they wanna help 'em.

My job is to see that they get help.

Now who do you wanna help, and, uh, what are they in for?

[INHALES]

I'm trying to find a man named Warfield.

I understand he was bailed out through your agency.

And I wanna know who put up the money.

Uh, how come you wanna know?

Warfield's a friend of yours?

An acquaintance. I met him once.

Look, I don't, uh-- I don't normally do this.

But, uh...

[PAPER RUSTLING]

I want you to-- I want you to take this.

Uh, see, you look like a nice enough sort of fellow.

Take this down to, uh, the corner of Western and Erie.

Now there's a--

There's a gas station on one corner,

and across the street there's a hardware store.

Now you park at the gas station

and you walk across the street to the hardware store.

And you-- You ask for Mr. Reynolds.

Reynolds.

Mr. Reynolds, he's the owner.

Now you give him this-- This $2 and you tell him

you want a large, economy-size jar

of metal polish.

Metal polish? What for?

To shine up that badge you wear when you're on duty.

Goodbye, Mr. Pig.

Mr. Ryan, I don't think you realize how serious this is,

so if you know where he is,

you'd better tell me. I don't.

I don't.

I don't believe you.

Well, now that ruins my day.

[CHUCKLES]

Get outta here!

[EXHALES]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[PHONE DIALING]

Yeah, the lab says it's blood,

and it's the same type as Warfield's,

so Gillis must have shot Warfield, like he said.

And that guy is still running around with the slug in him.

He must be hurting, then.

No, not necessarily.

Knew guys in the service

who carried shrapnel around for years.

It just depends on how clean the entry

and where it finally stopped.

Well, it presents an interesting problem.

Assuming the bullet is in Warfield

and assuming it's the single piece of evidence

that's gonna clear Gillis,

just finding Warfield isn't gonna do the trick.

You can't operate on a man against his will.

And you gotta know that Warfield is not gonna give us permission

to have a surgeon go in there after that bullet.

Puts Willie in a box, don't it?

Yes, it does.

Well, how do we get him out?

We don't, Danko.

Not until Gillis is willing to tell us

where he is and what he's up to.

We just wait?

It's the toughest part of the job, Webster.

You can run in place if it'll make you feel any better.

[DOOR OPENS]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR RATTLES, KNOCK ON DOOR]

RYAN: Jay?

Uh, who's there?

Come on. Let me in. It's me. Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah, just a second.

I'm, uh-- I'm comin'.

Come on. Open up. Yeah.

Uh, be right there.

Hi, Davey.

All right, Jay. What do they want you for?

Oh, you know what they want me for.

D-drunk and disorderly.

Assaulting an officer. You know.

Put that down.

Now don't bone me. What do they want you for?

Davey, I already told you.

Look, I had detectives asking about you.

I had that cop that busted you in the bar around today.

Now they may not have any charges against you,

but they're very interested in you. Very interested.

If they're that interested,

it could mean you won't show for the trial.

You do a no-show on me, I'm out 5 thou.

Now you tell me, what do they want you for?

I-I'd never jump bail on you, Davey. You know that.

No. No, no. Not unless you got a chance.

Now you're not leveling with me.

If you're hot, Jay, I wanna know how hot.

Well, uh,

maybe-- Maybe they do want to talk to me about something.

But--

But you see, Davey, the thing is--

Is that you dumped me too soon.

Ah. I mean, no, no, no, t--

Two of those decisions were split decisions, you remember?

I mean, I-- I was this close to having them go my way.

Ah, so it's my fault. Is that it?

No. No, no, no, no. All-- All I'm saying is-- Is look--

Look, I-I know I'm a little haywire, but-- But--

But that's just because I ain't been fighting.

What do they want you for, Jay?

Look, all-- All-- All I'm asking is--

Is gimme a couple of months to get in shape.

I'll lay off the sauce and--

[SHOUTING] Jay!

What do they want you for?!

Oh, Jay. Oh, Jay, look--

Look, pal.

It's like I'm a lifeguard, you understand? Huh?

Look, you're a drowning man.

Now if you want me to help you,

I'm gonna help you.

But I gotta be sure that you don't pull me under too.

Now I want you to level with me.

Do you understand? I want-- [YELPS]

[GASPS]

[BUTTONS HITTING FLOOR] [GASPS]

[LABORED BREATHING]

Oh, Jay.

[ANGRILY] You lying maggot!

[GASPS]

Now, by the numbers.

What do they want you for, Jay?

[♪♪♪]

It's the West Hotel on Warren Boulevard.

Second floor, Room 25.

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

[YELPING]

[GRUNTS]

Warfield!

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

WEBSTER: That's Willie.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[GUNSHOT]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[GUNSHOTS]

RYKER: Police! Halt!

[GUNSHOTS]

Looks like we're gonna get that bullet after all.

Don't need the subject's permission

to perform an autopsy.

[GILLIS LAUGHING]

JILL: Go on, now. MICKEY: Go get him.

GILLIS: Come on.

Stop him. Get him.

No, no!

JILL: He's going all the way. GILLIS: No. Stop him.

MICKEY: Yes, he is. DANKO: Yes, he is.

All right.

[LAUGHING] Whew.

Well, I thought you told me that play couldn't miss.

That's a shame. I--

It worked beautiful in practice.

Maybe the guys just aren't up for it.

Hey, don't forget about the defense, Danko.

A very heady defense here. Hm.

Oh, that's true. Very heady defense.

Our ball, first down. And, um-- Okay.

WEBSTER: Halftime, halftime,

halftime.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

About time.

We'll all drink to that.

[LAUGHS] Here we go.

There you go. All right.

Aren't you short one glass?

No. You're a little too young.

But...

I have wine with meals at home.

Uncle Sal says it's good for me.

Mickey, you're due back in the hospital in half an hour.

You can't go in there with wine on your breath.

What about her?

She's a nurse. Mmm.

Is it okay for her to have wine on her breath?

[LAUGHS]

[ALL LAUGH]

Mm-hm. I suppose you're right.

[CHUCKLES] Uh-huh.

Be a shame to let it go to waste.

ADULTS: Ah!

[♪♪♪]