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Mr. Asby.

It's me, Jesse.

Just, uh, go about what you're doing.

Hello?

Hello?

John?

John?

Can you hear me?

John!

What's the matter? John!

Answer me... John!

Can you hear me?

John, are you there?

Yeah.

I gotta see you.

Is this Cal?

It's me.

It's your brother.

Does he know you're here?

Mnh-mnh.

At 2:00 in the morning, man?

I'm at the office.

That's your problem, baby.

Where you been all day?

Around.

I've been trying to reach you.

I put $5,000 in your bank account this afternoon...

Payment in advance.

For what?

Pick me up... now.

I'm in deep trouble.

What's up?

Get here... fast,

and I'll tell you when I see you.

Yeah, okay.

I've been trying to reach my sister arna...

Got to warn her.

Have you heard from her?

I think I can put a hand on her.

If you can reach her, tell her to get home,

keep the doors locked till we get there.

Yeah, okay.

Now, look here.

That man's trouble! He's been to my house!

He'll put a hole in your soul, honey!

Check to see if there are any other bodies inside.

Looks like Cal asby to me. What's he look like to you?

What's left of him.

Maybe you two had a little conversation

before this happened.

What did he tell you, shaft?

"Stay away from black honkies

with big, flat feet."

Look like there's only one dead, captain.

I was hoping maybe you could shed some light on that.

He never hurt anyone in his life.

He loved this community,

and everybody here loved him.

He was planning to break ground

for that childcare clinic over in Harlem

sometime next month.

But now...

And how did you feel about that?

With him... all the way.

Don't shit me, Kelly.

You fought him tooth and nail

about laying bread on that ghetto clinic.

Hey, um, fellas...

Help me move this next door.

After all, I can't leave it here.

Okay?

Yeah, right there is fine.

Thanks a lot.

Would you, uh, close the door

on your way out, please?

Ahhh.

Well, listen, before I forget...

Have Jack check those two front doors on the chopper.

What the hell you got the idiot there for, anyway?

Because he's the best.

What do you think I've got him there for?

Sorry, Gus. I'll go use the phone...

In the bedroom.

Kelly says the safe's empty.

Gus!

Do you hear me?

Kelly said the safe's empty.

Pour.

I don't understand

how Kelly says the safe is empty.

Did you ask Mr. Kelly to pop... by?

Yes.

I told him if he didn't have the $250,000,

I'd personally have his ass.

Possibly Mr. Kelly needs a little more time, hmm?

You shouldn't crowd people, Andy.

It's not cool.

You, uh, got to give a man a little elbow room.

Yeah, I'll give him elbow room...

Black son of a bitch!

Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh.

You have a tendency to overreact, Andrew.

You see, Mr. Kelly means

not only the quarter of a million dollars he owes me.

But remember... He's got the key to queens.

Relax.

Relax.

I don't want too many boys hanging around.

They won't be there.

All right. Make sure they're not there.

What are you wusses doing here?

Well, well.

You go to a lot of funerals, shaft.

Willy and me,

one day we'll drop in on yours.

Real soon.

You're not invited.

In that case,

we'll send you a wreath... With love.

Heh heh heh.

What about asby and those numbers?

What are we gonna do about that business?

Ain't our war, Willy.

Kelly's in charge now.

We got enough troubles of our own.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god, what happened?!

Keep an eye on her.

Yeah.

Aaah!

Right on time, Mr. Kelly.

Just trying to help, man.

Yeah, right.

Look, do me a favor...

If you get a moment,

let me take a look at those partnership papers, okay?

Okay.

I wanna thank you for being so helpful, Mr. Kelly.

At a time like this, John, it's the least I can do.

Arna tells me you're gonna be handling

her end of the business.

You don't have any objections to that, do you?

No, no.

Fact is, I figured since you're in such a bereaved state,

I might hang around and kinda help you out.

Who knows? Between the two of us,

maybe we can figure out who knocked off Cal.

Shaft.

Yep.

Lately we seem to be traveling

in the same circles...

Bombings, funerals, and houses of the deceased.

Sad circles.

Let's go down to the precinct and talk about it.

Okay, baby.

Get in the vehicle.

I got my own short.

I'll follow you.

Okay.

Come on, come on!

What the hell's going on here?

Chief... hey, chief,

get this bastard off my back.

You little son of a bitch!

Tell him I got rights!

What did he do?

The deli on northern boulevard for 300 bucks,

a gas station for 27,

then he ran a stolen Chevy into the side of a squad car!

I got rights!

Fuck your rights.

Go sue the city.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, kid.

Relax, huh?

Don't you know they're trying to rehabilitate you here?

Shit.

Now, you look...

You try any of that shit on me,

and none of us will walk out of this room!

Come on, shaft.

Sit down, shaft.

I'll sit when I'm sure

that ape will stay in his cage.

Now, what the hell do you want with me?

What are you into with Cal asby and Johnny Kelly?

I was into a funeral for an old friend.

How's that any business of yours?

It's been the business of every man in this building

ever since asby and Kelly set up

a numbers racket in queens.

What's your connection with it?

What's wrong with numbers?

A man needs a little action.

Look, you got off-track betting here in New York,

got a lottery system all over the world.

Everybody needs a long shot.

Now, ain't that right, captain?

You're gonna make me throw up

if you keep lecturing me on the psycho-dynamics

of what people need.

It's against the law. That's what's wrong with it.

Well, now, I'm glad you clued me in, captain.

Get us some coffee, Cooper.

You talking to me, captain?

What do you want me to do, sing?

Get the coffee, man.

Make mine black.

You didn't have to say that to Cooper.

Something just came over me, captain.

I'm really ashamed.

Tell you what I got, shaft...

You jivin' asby's sister,

he catches a bomb,

and Kelly takes over.

You know, maybe you two got it bracketed.

And now you figure to run the numbers in queens.

Like that so far?

Rap on.

And at the funeral, who do I see you with?

Bumpy.

And you figure I'm bringing bumpy in.

Why not?

You finger asby and bring in bumpy?

You private shits will do anything for a buck.

You pull Harlem and queens together,

and hell, man, you're fat.

Do you just sit around and think these things up,

or do they just come to you in a flash?

How come we never hassled Cal asby?

Go ahead... ask me.

You never hassled him 'cause he's probably laying

some heavy bread on you guys every month at the precinct.

He ran a wheel, okay.

Poor man's racetrack,

but, man, you can't cut that out.

But he didn't deal in shit or whores or loansharking.

Everything was cool.

And now, with asby dead and Kelly running things,

who knows?

Anybody can move into the vacuum...

Maybe your pal bumpy, or mascola from downtown.

Oh, you've heard of mascola?

Yep.

Does a lot of TV work...

Every time a senate crime committee is in town.

Three sugars...

...with cream.

So, what do you want from me, captain?

Put the word out...

Nobody better try to come in here

and mess up the status quo.

And nobody's coming in here to sell shit to our kids

or put whores on our streets.

Is this program being recorded,

or are we going out live?

Look, man...

I can cool you off the old-fashioned way.

We have a nice steel pad back there.

Okay. Let's go.

But I can't be any help to anyone in a steel pad.

Okay, shaft... On the street.

But if you're smart,

you'll keep in touch.

Asby-Kelly man.

Santa claus.

You have hit the number, brother.

Count it.

Thank you, brother. Same thing tomorrow, right?

Okay.

Asby-Kelly man.

All right, brother.

802 is the figure for today, brother.

See, that's $3 on your wife's burial policy...

$1.50 on yours, and, uh...

She says she wants 717.

717 for 50 cents.

Thank you, brother.

Oh, shhh...

Ugh!

Hey, man, please, man, d-d-don't shoot me.

Hey, look, man, take the money.

I got a wife and six kids and an old buick to support.

You won't get hurt long as you keep talking.

Now, where's Kelly operating out of?

Hey, man, I can't...

Hey, please, brother, take the money.

Look, man, I'm just a runner, man.

Where?!

Hey, brother, I can't. Kelly's gonna kill me.

I said, "where?!"

Shut up!

You used to say I had an operatic voice.

You were gonna give me voice lessons.

Just knock it off.

No damn fluid.

Maybe it's the wick.

It's the wicks that always go first.

Bitch.

You gonna hang around here all day and shake?

Listen!

Here, I pay the rent.

If I wanna hang around all day,

that's my business.

You think I need you.

I don't see you packing.

Just watch!

What the hell are you doing?

You better not!

That's just for openers.

Bitch!

Yeah?

So?

Oh, it's you.

It's another day gone by,

and we're getting nothing but weather reports.

Easy on Mr. Kelly, now.

Look, man, I need more time.

You have a friend in court.

The man says to go easy on you.

You might suggest if he's in the neighborhood

he stop by, and we, uh, have a little chat.

The boss says if you wouldn't mind,

I'd get your ass over here right now.

No class...

Simply no class.

I'll see you in a couple of hours.

Rita! I said I'll see you in a couple of hours.

Make it a couple of years.

Yes?

Is Kelly there?

We don't give out that kind of information.

Tell Kelly that John shaft wants him.

And if he's not in my office by 5:00 this afternoon,

I'm coming back here and taking this door off the hinges.

Why wait till 5:00?

Obviously you're not a friend of the family.

Not anymore, I'm not...

Not after this nasty slap in the face.

Best thing for that is an ice pack.

Why, thank you, Mr. Shaft.

Why don't you come in and show me how to apply it?

On second thought...

No ice.

You might catch cold.

I suppose it's immodest of me

to walk around like this in front of a stranger.

But any enemy of John Kelly's

is an old friend of mine.

Funny...

I used to love the guy.

Uh, when do you expect him back?

I hope never.

So, what am I doing in a place like this?

Why don't you tell me?

Why don't you take your things off?

Hey...

Wait a minute.

I didn't mean all that.

Hey, baby, look, it's hot in here.

Besides, I don't want you to feel... overdressed.

You'll never guess where we found it.

How many times have I told you

not to frisk our guests, Andy?

Mr. Kelly is no hoodlum.

You're sitting on my table, Mr. Kelly.

That's better.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Now, I thought this was going to be

a friendly conversation.

Been carrying that piece since I was 10 years old.

A lousy .25 caliber.

Always figured he was a faggot.

Watch it.

Now, Mr. Kelly,

you bring me up to the moment

on our situation.

It's not good, Gus. It's not good at all.

How so, Mr. Kelly?

Pascal, give me the pasta, hmm?

He had the money in the safe.

You're sure about that?

He signed the papers. He was buying me out...

In cash.

I had a couple of my boys outside.

They saw him take a shopping bag

and something out of the safe

and go into the funeral home.

The money must have been in that bag.

Has it occurred to you, Mr. Kelly,

that when you blew up your partner

that you may have also blown up my money?

Yeah, I had nightmares about that, too.

But then I got a photostatic copy

of the bomb squad report.

There was no money in the debris,

so I figure it's gotta be somewhere in that funeral home.

Mm-hmm.

Nice.

Thank you.

I'd invite you to dinner, Mr. Kelly,

but I suggest you have more... pressing engagements.

Like getting out $250,000...

By tonight.

There you go again creating pressures,

imposing deadlines.

No, Mr. Kelly.

What I had in mind

was something altogether different.

You see, not only do I want the money you gambled away

on my crap tables,

but I want half your action in queens.

Aw, come on, man.

Oh, come on, man.

Well, we should make superb partners, Mr. Kelly.

After all, we're both creative men.

Who else plays the clarinet better than I do?

Or makes a better shrimp newburg, hmm?

No way. It's all tied in

to the insurance and funeral operation out front.

Besides, Cal's sister owns his share.

Well, if you want your half, you get it from her.

You hardly expect me to give up my half.

Look, man...

She's got a guy.

His name is John shaft, and he's a bad dude.

I can't mess with her half.

Ever hear of John shaft?

You see, Mr. Kelly? Nothing to worry about.

Pascal hasn't ever even heard of him.

He's already into it...

Sitting on my shoulders, Gus.

I can't make a move.

Could we be of any assistance with the problem...

Assuming, of course, that we're partners...

50/50... in your wheel?

Try to think fast, Mr. Kelly.

Hmm?

You'll take care of shaft?

Depend on it.

Where the hell you been

with the goddamned elevator?

You oughtn't talk to a lady that way.

Where's your fucking manners, anyway?

Do you have to go?

Gotta split, baby.

Rita?

Still wanna see him?

Drive that cat crazy?

Rita! Open the door.

Rita!

Rita, open the damn door!

Got a back entrance?

Mm-hmm.

Rita, open the door.

God damn it, woman, open the fucking door!

What's the matter with you?

Rita, open the goddamn door, woman,

before I kick the son of a bitch in!

I said open the door!

Rita, open the damn door!

What's the matter with you?

Rita?

You mean this door?

Ciao, baby.

Open the damn door! Rita!

What's wrong with you, woman? Open the damn door!

Open the goddamn door!

What the hell's the matter with you, woman?

Open this goddamn door!

I'll kick the son of a bitch in!

I can't believe it,

but there it is in writing.

Sorry, baby.

I wanted to open your eyes earlier.

I wanted to let you know what Kelly's scene was.

But to do that,

I had to let you know what your brother was into.

It's unbelievable,

especially when you think about the childcare center

he was planning to build up in Harlem.

Yeah, your brother was a good man.

At least he put the money back where it came from.

That's more than I can say for Kelly.

John...

Exactly what do these papers mean?

That's simple...

Kelly was borrowing money from your brother for years

to pay off his gambling debts.

Your brother finally drew the line...

The paper's an agreement from Kelly

for his interest in the business...

...in return for $250,000.

If your brother were alive,

Kelly would be broken... Out on his ass.

The rest of it is obvious.

Come on. Come on.

- What is it? - Upstairs.

What is it?!

Yeah?

Flowers.

Just leave them at the door.

Sorry, you gotta sign.

Just a minute.

Huh!

Ugh!

Who put a contract out on me?

Arna! Get some things together,

and let's get the hell out of here.

I wanna see your boss.

What about?

Insurance.

The only insurance he needs is me, sweet pea.

Look, I'm not here selling insurance, clown,

and you know it. Where is bumpy?

Ain't buyin' no coffins, unless he's buying yours.

Bring him in, Willy.

He's clean, boss...

Clean as Mr. Clean himself.

"Clean" Kelly... Pristine and clean.

Have a drink.

Thanks, bumpy.

Take a seat.

No, no, man. I'm on the move.

Ain't a damn thing wrong with standing.

I've been expecting you, Kelly.

What kind of help you need?

What makes you think I need help?

A man don't come calling on his competitors

unless he needs help.

We're not competitors, bumpy.

Anybody in my business is a competitor.

A man who knows my game can always come

into my neighborhood and try to play it.

So, what do you want?

I'm shopping for a new partner.

Kinda dangerous being your partner.

How much it gonna cost me?

Quarter of a million...

Up front.

What does that buy me?

25% of the action.

Gus mascola would ask you

for a hell of a lot more than that, baby.

How about 50%?

No...

Why don't we make it 60% of the action?

What's that extra 10%?

Just in case we need a contract on mascola.

Man, you're really putting the screws to me.

Mascola... He might not like the idea

of this new arrangement between brothers.

He might wanna take a little counteraction.

I can handle that.

But, um...

There is one more... Little problem.

Nothing we can't handle together, brother.

Now, if, um, Cal's little sister owns half the business,

and you own 60%,

that don't leave nothing for me.

Now, look, baby boo,

there's troubles and troubles,

and this one is yours.

Willy!

Yeah, boss?

Willy will show you out.

See that he gets the money the first thing in the morning.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Boss, you trust this negro here?

Hold it, Willy!

You don't have to worry about trusting a dead man.

Cigarette?

No, thank you, baby.

What else can you offer me?

Well, I'm off at 4:00.

Hey, baby, where's your woman?

I'm traveling kind of light tonight.

Oh?

100 bucks says that back door doesn't lead

to the parking lot.

I'm not a gambling woman.

I'm a gambling man.

I thought it was my action you were digging here.

I never took you for a gambler.

But...

If that's your meat, that's the door.

You're pushing mighty hard, my man.

Maybe I oughta push the boys in the back

that have been taking all your money, Mr. Kelly.

Okay.

You extend him for another five grand

and not one cent more. Do you understand?

Okay.

Listen, Gus...

You, um...

You told me you were gonna take care of shaft.

That's what I told you.

Well, man, he's right out there

at a ringside table.

And he's not here to see the floor show.

There's gonna be trouble.

That's fine with me.

We made a deal.

And I just called it off.

You see, Mr. Kelly, I made a test run...

A sort of a house call... On Mr. Shaft.

Didn't work out so well.

It cost me a dead second cousin

and a friend's kid brother with two hits in the chest.

Aren't you gonna settle the score?

The question is,

who is he here to settle with...

Me or you?

You're a gambler, Mr. Kelly.

So am I.

Now, I'm betting that, uh...

You're shaft's target for tonight.

Suppose I just let him do his thing...

Say, uh, knock you off?

After all, you're the one that totaled

his girlfriend's big brother.

And when you come to think about it,

why should I do anything to keep you alive?

You haven't even come up with the money you owe me yet.

Tomorrow, I told you! Got it?

Have you considered renewing

your partnership with Cal asby?

Come on, man. He's dead.

Precisely.

You don't know what that dude is into.

He's bumpy's boy.

Understand that?

And they're looking to take over my wheel in queens.

Shaft is working for bumpy?

Now you're getting smart.

Well...

We'll send Mr. Shaft back to bumpy

with a message they understand uptown.

Pascal...

It's in there.

Let him in.

You looking for me?

I've been hearing quite a bit about you, Mr. Shaft.

You're, uh, quite a boy.

I prefer man.

All right... man.

What brings you around here?

Forgot to tip your boys when they delivered the flowers.

The only reason I don't spill your guts out

right here and now, man,

is that it's easier for me to send you back to bumpy

with my message than to call western union.

And the message is

you keep the hell out of queens.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

What round did you go out in, man?

You ain't as pretty as you used to be.

You better see a plastic surgeon about your condition.

What condition?

Your mouth is too close to your asshole.

Sit down, shaft. Save your energy.

That's real professional work.

Who did the job?

He was talking when he should have been listening.

Dude named mascola.

Figured I was working with you.

I'm your living message. "Stay out of queens."

That's what the man said.

What business I got in queens, Willy?

Kelly been around here to see you lately?

Lots of cats come and go around here.

Figured you ought to know

Kelly's been hanging around with mascola a lot lately.

Yeah, that Kelly...

He's a busy boy.

Deal here, deal there, huh?

Undesirable character.

Wait outside, Willy.

What do you want from me, shaft?

I didn't ask you for anything.

Just delivered mascola's message.

And I'll see him tomorrow.

That damn Italian is serious.

Willy, get your ass in here!

I'm coming, bumpy!

Used to be cowboys and Indians. Now it's us and them.

You call Kelly.

You tell him his loan's been canceled.

Then tomorrow you'll go along with shaft

to get that mascola,

'cause I want him bad... Real bad.

Now, get to it, baby.

Oh, honey, you sure were right

about that water bed.

Wow.

I thought you'd dig that, baby.

$10,000 for this thing. You've got to be kidding.

Ho, ho.

Ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho.

You want me to look nice, don't you?

What the hell do I care what you look like

with your clothes on, huh?

Service.

Haven't you had enough service?

Zip my dress, please.

You know...

I have a tendency to spoil you, baby.

Mmm. Do it, do it, do it.

Is this trip absolutely necessary?

Just wash the window, man.

Ahh.

Oh. Again?

You love it.

I love it.

What are they doing?

They've already done it.

Now it's our turn.

Mmm. Gotta go.

You're lookin' good, baby.

Do your number.

You ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

I'll take the white boy and give anybody $65

they don't go another two rounds.

Ohh!

Rumble with him, junior.

Come on, man.

Come on!!

What the hell did you come along for, the ride, man?!

I heard you was good, shaft.

I wanna see how good you can do your thing.

Come on!!

Aah!

Good, junior.

That's how it's done, junior.

I'd step on your goddamn throat,

but I'd rather see you and Kelly fry for killing Cal asby.

And he's my next visit.

I owe it to him.

Yeah. And he owes me.

Like what, $250 grand?

I see you've been doing your homework, boy.

Let's get the hell outta here.

You're gonna leave him like that?

A man can fall out the window, you know?

And him, too.

We already got enough shit on the sidewalk.

I'm sorry, Gus.

Where the hell were you?

You sent me out to get the peppers.

You get the real hot ones?

Yeah, I got the real... Got the real hot ones.

Good.

I'll tell you what you do.

You take them one at a time

and you shove them up your ass.

Been keeping this room clean back here?

Yeah.

Uh, tell me, Jesse,

did you see Mr. Asby the night that he was killed?

Yeah. I was straightening up in the chapel,

heard somebody in here, came in to see.

It was Mr. Asby, all right.

What was he doing?

Just standing.

Mm-hmm. And did he have anything with him?

I don't...

Yeah.

I think he did have something with him.

Yeah, I remember... A shopping bag...

Like he had gone to the store and was taking groceries.

Groceries?

- That couldn't be, though. - Well, why not?

He didn't have it when he left.

I came out to say goodnight,

but he had already gone next door

to the insurance office,

and he didn't have it with him then.

Hmm. That's funny.

Nothing in there, Mr. Kelly.

I dust and vacuum these boxes twice every week.

Mm-hmm.

And they're all still here...

Except the one over there

that poor Mr. Asby was buried in.

Thank you, Jesse.

Thank you very much.

Stay on that tail.

Hey, shaft...

What the hell do you want?

I thought we was gonna keep in touch.

Didn't you get my message?

I left it on Cal's doorstep.

Yeah.

Where's arna asby?

You should have asked that question yesterday,

before mascola sent her flowers.

I'm asking you now.

Are you gonna protect her, or are you gonna hassle her?

You leave that to me.

I know she's here in your pad, and I'm gonna see her.

Open it up.

Be my guest.

Son of a bitch!

She'll go to jail for that.

Told you she didn't wanna talk.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

That's a very important black lady in there,

and you wouldn't want her death on your record...

Especially after protecting her so.

Open this door, miss asby!

This is captain bollin.

You get away from there! I don't know who you are!

I'll be back with a warrant and witnesses.

You two better be here.

It's me, baby.

You almost shot a captain.

Man's gonna be back here with a warrant

as soon as he can find a judge to sign it.

For me?

No sweat. The gun's registered.

Look, you thought someone was breaking in,

you wanted to protect yourself,

you picked up a gun, fired off a couple of shots.

But why are they after me?

Nothing personal.

They're after Cal's money and his operation in queens,

and anybody who gets in his way...

Including his kid sister and me...

But can't we just let them have it?

You're forgetting the clinic that Cal wanted to build

for the kids up in Harlem.

The funeral business, the insurance company...

It's all good business.

You don't want to just give it away.

Look, when bollin gets here... That's the captain's name...

Let him in, talk to him, tell him anything you want,

but just keep him here.

As long as he's here, no one can get to you.

John...

Not now, baby, not now.

Bollin's left his babysitters.

What the hell is she doing here?

You sure are a hard man to find.

Too many people looking for me, baby.

Can you drive that thing?

Anything with a stick shift is my meat.

Is that right?

How about driving it up a one-way street for me?

All right.

Here's the keys.

Just jump in and start it up, okay?

Hey, you left him at the post.

You do that good.

Been racing since I was 14.

Men or cars?

Hey, baby, keep both hands on the wheel, huh?

Hey, is that snow?

It sure ain't cotton.

Hello?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

What's he doing?

They're digging a grave, Gus.

That's a hell of a time. Now, where have you been?

Mother ike's.

Mother ike's, my ass.

Mother ike's, my ass.

Come on. Come on, I said, huh?!

Shithead!

I'll give you shithead.

I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Yeah.

All right, now, you stick with them, you understand?

We're gonna be right there.

Okay.

Pascal...

Pascal!!

Yeah?

- Pascal! - Yeah?!

Get Jack and al right away.

Jack! Jack, get up!

Al! Come on! Get your ass up!

Good morning, Mr. Kelly.

What have you got there?

Money.

The money's in the box,

and all I got to do is get it out.

Then what, Mr. Kelly?

You'll get what I owe you.

Hey, then it's me and you, Gus,

running the wheel together and everything else, man.

Go ahead. Get it.

Go ahead.

Find it, Mr. Kelly?

Maybe it's in his wallet.

I can't.

Give him a hand.

Roll it in.

- Hey, come on, Gus... - Roll it in!

Looks like it's payday, Mr. Kelly.

Toss it into the bag. I'll count it later.

That's all of it.

Okay, Kelly.

Hey, come on, Gus. Now, wait a minute...

Drop the guns and freeze.

When this baby starts kickin',

it won't stop, so nobody get cute.

Who's next?

Move!

Move over there!

Come on, get down there!

All right, mascola, let's go.

Get down.

2-4 whiskey, where the hell are you?

Come in. 2-4 whiskey, come in.

Careful, al! The boss is in there!

Harass him, but don't hit him!

Gotta pull out! Too damn many wires ahead!

Rita, get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Move it! Move it!

Move!

Come on!

We've lost him in the boatyard.

Move! Move it!

Get outta there! Get out!

Get in!

Get up there! Get up there!

What happened?

The bastard got a boat. Let's go.

Come on! Come on!

We hit him!

Aaaaaah!

Aaah!

What happened here, shaft?

Mascola's over there.

Kelly's already at Oakland cemetery,

right next to Cal asby.

And you've still got a lot of burying to do.

That's all well and good,

but where's the damn money, man?

I don't know, but I got a feeling

it's on its way back up to where it came from,

back up in Harlem.

Okay.

Adios.

Yeah, adios, motherf...

Captain bollin.