All language subtitles for The Stone Killer(1973)-alE13_eng

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

How heavy did he pay?

The groin.

Halfway between
a pension and a wreath.

OFFICER 1: Spic kid tried to
pull a heist on a liquor store.

Patrolman tried
to stop him.

Kid's inside now.
He's got a big gun.

And a small future.

Mr Torrey, can you give us
a statement, please?

OFFICER 2: Okay,
get back, people.

Stand back.

Get out of the way.
Don't come crowd in.

Now, who the hell told
Torrey to go in there?

Don't know.

[GUNSHOT]

You still got two ways
to build it, kid.

Come on down.

[QUICK FOOTSTEPS FADING]

Stop.

MALE ANNOUNCER: The third
teenage suspect shot dead

by New York City police
in four weeks

brought another
flood of complaints

to the Mayor's office today.

The incident
was in Spanish Harlem,

where a police lieutenant

chased an 18-year-old
Puerto Rican boy

into an empty building.

The boy was suspected
of shooting and wounding

a police officer after a raid
on a nearby liquor store.

At the time the policeman
entered the building,

it was already
surrounded by police.

Among the questions
being asked,

was there not an easier way
of getting the boy out

than in a coffin?

[ALL CLAMOURING]

Come on, now.
Out of the way. Let's move.

I tried, Lou, but all
you got is enemies.

That kid was only 17.

The gun made him older.

What the hell do they want
a cop to do out there?

They don't want
to change the law.

A kid can buy a gun
easier than bubble gum.

It'll all come clean
at the hearing.

No, I'm finished,
Guido.

They put it down
like I don't care.

A gun-happy cop.

I did try to talk him
out of it, Helen,

but I guess he wanted
to be a comic book hero.

Maybe he was just
frightened, Lou.

Yeah, he was scared,
but he was dangerous, too.

Kid like that,
locked in the city streets,

can't find his way over
the respectable white wall.

He's full of rage.

He numbs the pain with junk.

LOU:
This way, he made
the newspapers.

What are you gonna do?

Les Daniels offered me a fixture
on the coast. Lieutenant.

Why not?

Why not?

Will you see Julie?

She's your
daughter, Lou.

How is she?

Fine.

Want her address?
No.

You remind me of home, Lou.

Remember the mill,
the smelter, the mines,

and the dead ground
they cut out for miles around,

where everything stunted
and withered and died?

It seemed November
all year long.

I look at you
and I see that town.

Hello, Lou.
Welcome to Los Angeles.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Stay sweet.

[GRUNTS]

Hands against
the wall.

A real
Jesse Owens.

These blue-gum
niggers can run.

Shut up. Your Southern
manners are showing.

What are you harping for,
a civil rights medal?

No snow.
He's made his drop.

Clean as a nail file.

Some smart nigger.

We had you gift-wrapped
from the time you picked up

the stuff, candyman. Now we want
the john.

Which room?

[GRUNTS]

You're a connection,
and you're black,

and this ain't
a tolerant society.

You've got enough
rocks to break.

First floor. Second door
from the fire escape.

Let that honky go in first.
Maybe I'll get lucky.

Who the hell are you?
Don't just stand there.

Get the hell out.

You could die easy.

It bothers me.

Stand.

You got a face,
and I can't make it.

New York, six years ago,
Armitage. Get dressed.

Hmm.

Your boy Armitage is wanted
on a murder one in New York.

You deliver him.

WOMAN OVER P.A.: This is
New York Kennedy Airport.

Passengers from Los Angeles
should follow the red arrows

to the baggage collection area.

Taxis and buses
to the city center

are available outside...

Hey, nobody cares,
Armitage.

Nobody remembers
old headlines.

I still got something
you're gonna need.

You had
your gaudy moments.

You think
I peddle fish?

There's gonna be
a hit.
Who?

Do we deal?

I don't buy fiction.

I can turn the light
on Wexton.

Who the hell is Wexton?

No games,
no names.

All right, I can wait.
My value goes up.

But you better put me
in a glass box, Torrey.

You better take
good care of me.

This here man
says he's valuable.

Take good care
of him.

Yeah, he looks it.

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[GROANS]

DRIVER: You know
what O. Henry called this place?

He called it
"Baghdad on the subway."

[SCOFFS] He must have
lived in Pittsburgh.

You see that killing
at the airport?

That's what I mean.
You get the worst here.

What's a nice guy
like you

want with the
Fourth Precinct house?

They give a good massage
and a quick piece of ass.

[CHUCKLES]

Evening.
Hello, Mr Torrey.

How are you?

Good, good.

My God, Torrey.
Good to see you.

Been a long time.
Yeah.

Is Lorenz back there?

Don't I know you?

Could be, could be.
Who wants him?

You wop bastard.
How the hell are you?

It's been over two years.

I guess we're
the survivors, huh?

Some of us getting desk fat.

What's with this
airport killing?

You remember
Bootlace Armitage?

Yeah. He get
the blast?

Yeah. We picked him up about a
week ago in Los Angeles,

and I placed the face.

You always could, Lou.

The name Wexton mean
anything to you, Guido?

Mmm-mmm.

Armitage used it.

Tried to give me the impression
he was back in the big games.

I put it down
to nostalgia.

A lot of people die
of nostalgia, Lou.

He was an executive
gun, though.

Was. Ten years ago.

Yeah. Is that
all you got?

Only that name Wexton.

Armitage did say
there was a hit scheduled.

Well, let's read about
it in the newspapers.

Let's go out and get
a couple of beers, Lou.

Boy, you New York cops,
you don't sweat, do you?

Two years on the Coast
and you forget.

This is the hub
of our great society.

LOU:
Hey, Guido, how about running
the name Wexton around downtown?

It might ring a bell
with somebody.

Sure. I'll get the book
on Armitage from files.

Steinholtz?

Get onto homicide about
that killing at the airport.

Give it to Briers.
I've got six reports to do.

You've got
six reports

and a phone call
to homicide.
[GROANS]

With authority comes
responsibility, Steinholtz.

STEINHOLTZ: I'm so happy,
so proud. Honoured, even.

Say, two
from the tap, please.

Come on, Susie, hurry up.
We gotta get out of here.

Don't you know
who that guy is?

No, I don't know
who he is. Who is he?

Well, you ought to know.
He's with the police, all right.

Okay.
Don't stall.

We got trouble
enough last month.

All right.

You got a
nervous clientele.

Yeah.

We could bankrupt
this guy.

So, you like
Los Angeles?

It's better than
a sharp stick in the eye.

Well, you never did run in the
popularity stakes, did you?

Ah, ah, ah!

Oh, stay a while, J.D.

You remember J.D.,
don't you, Lou?

Come on.
Let's go back and wash

our hands. Come on.

Mexican grass.

A good, mild high, but not a
real competitor any more.

Old heads dig it.

Lebanese Gold,
overrated.

Middle-class
market,

you know,
suburban swingers.

[GUIDO LAUGHS]

Moroccan.
Real rough gauge.

Uptown, the Village.

And last,

Nepal Coarse.

For God-trippers.

[SPLUTTERS]

J.D.'s the best grass man
on the East Coast.

Half this town climbs on him.

J.D.: Well,
you gotta have pride.

I remember you.

[SCOFFS] You bought me
two years on Rikers Island.

I remember you.

You're gonna
bag this stuff?

With your sheet,
you can get five to 10.

That's a lot of years.

Captain, I know
what I got in my hand.

Question is, what do
you got in yours?

Did you hear about
that airport killing?

Only what they say
on TV.

I don't want to miss
the gossip, any of it.

[SIGHS]

Anything I hear
about the killing

at the airport.

Only.

The foundation for good
business is insurance.

The foundation
for good insurance

is premiums paid on time.

Now Armitage is dead,

how about the Wexton man who got
himself arrested?

Lipper? I've given the contract
to the Wexton people.

The police have taken him
to the hospital for tests.

WOMAN OVER P.A.:
Los Angeles General Hospital.

Emergency call
for Dr Gordon Gowe.

Los Angeles General Hospital.

Emergency call
for Dr Gordon Gowe.

What's the matter, Lipper?

No matter what the machine says,
I'm not being cut.

Where'd you get
that idea from?

They're doing it to guys
at Dannemora Prison

in New York,
and at San Quentin.

I read about it.

They cut away
half your brain.

Not here, Gus.

They put needles
in your skull.

They say you can taste
the burning in your mouth.

Is that right?

[SNICKERS]
You can taste it.

Damn.

We never did anything
that bad in Vietnam.

I could tell you things
that would blow your mind.

But we never got
that ugly.

You want to talk
about Vietnam?

Some other time.

[LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Ain't no sound
like it, baby.

You want to help me
change the plates?

This is Dickie Mills.

When he was good,
no trombone player

could touch him.

[IMITATING TROMBONE SILENTLY]

Hey, you want
a broken arm?

Mr Lawrence says
he wants us ready by 10:00.

[SCATTING SOFTLY]

I sure hope Armitage's stand-in
knows what he's doing.

You said that
100 times.

Yeah, that's good
for you to say.

See, you make
your money easy.

You know, I sure would have
loved to work with that old guy.

I've heard
he was the best.

He must have wasted
more than a dozen cats.

Armitage wasn't
so smart.

He was a heroin addict.
Got busted.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

JUMPER: They're here.

Is the cruel one
with them?

Everything all right,
Jumper?

Yes, sir.

Pontiac Bonneville,
full tank, changed plates.

The original?
In my bag.

That's good.
Here's your money.

And a ticket to New Orleans.
Your flight leaves at 11:30.

My own car's
still at the airport.

We'll take care
of that.

You fly.
Yes, sir.

We'll be in touch.

Alfred, like you
to meet Graham.

Graham's been in Vietnam,

where he's had
plenty of experience.

He knows it all,
then.

Well, I hardly
do anything, do I?

You do it all.

Alfred. Come on.
Let's show Graham his gun.

He ready?
Yes.

Okay?
Be my guest.

Pow!

Wow.

Come on, Lipper.
Don't make it a career.

[FLUSHING]

Lipper?

The bread you get
isn't worth the pain.

The gun, give.

You and me are gonna walk
out of here real normal-like.

A prisoner and a cop.

No hand signs, no nods,
and no acts of bravery.

Sure.

Sure. I know
what you're thinking.

You're thinking,

"Would he kill a cop for a
piss-ass assault charge?"

Seems like a pretty high step
around 60 days, Lipper.

You just might be right. But
I'll put a bullet in you,

and you can be damn sure of
that.

You must be crazy, Lipper.

Yeah, I've got
a birthday party to go to.

The parking lot.

Here he is.

Run, Gus! Run!

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

What hit him?

A complete state of death.

Well, let's have
your tale of woe.

Dead man's name is Gus
Lipper. He had a gun...

TORREY: Are you
his interpreter or his mother?

OFFICER: Well,
Lieutenant, he pulled a gun

on me inside the building.

He went berserk
and smashed up a bar.

We gave him
an electroencephalogram

to see if there was
any neurological basis

for his violence.

There wasn't.

What was the matter
with him?

He was one of the wounded,
an American victim.

No noticeable scars.

Okay, Doctor.
Make it easy for me.

Aggression and violence are
part of a learning process.

They're habit-forming.

Now, Lipper was
a type of addict.

We tend to count the victims
amongst the innocent,

but that's not
always so, Lieutenant.

After we've shed our pity
for the basket cases

and the burnt children,

we've nothing left
for the psychopaths

we've created.

Vietnam
doesn't make heroes.

It makes a generation
of Lippers.

Did he ever mention
the name Wexton?

No, but there
might be something

in his Army file.

This your car?
Yeah, well, I leased it.

Come with
all those keys?

No, I work at a garage
in New Orleans.

I'm just catching
a flight home.

What's in those bags?

[HESITANTLY]
Couple of shirts,

shaver, my stuff.

Why? Do you want to open it and
check it out?

The other one.

That's just some tools.

Open it.

[SNICKERS]

Look, I'm going
to miss my flight here.

I've got
a driver's licence,

papers.
What more do you need?

Why the shake?

Bag.

[SIGHS]

Halt!

[SIGHS]

I mean, Torrey, there are
other possibilities.

Just that.

Militant blacks
again, sir?

The FBI thinks
it might have relevance.

The FBI can piss
in their collective ear.

They run around chasing after
fashionable targets

like communists,
the SDS, Panthers.

I'm beginning to find you
a little hard to swallow.

Hey, Captain,
let's look at this thing.

We pick up a professional killer

with well-known Mafia
connections,

a family soldier
from New York.

Now, what the hell
is he doing in this town?

Then he tells me
there's a hit coming.

I get him to New York,
they're waiting for him.

They even knew which flight
he was coming in on.

Today, another killing.
Similar. Classic.

You can't tell me
that that's coincidence.

Play it your way.

But if you can't deliver

[SOFTLY] or if you go
over the line one inch...

I'll be talking to Jumper.

[DOOR SHUTS]

I think
he's right, John.

He doesn't have
a damn thing, Les.

He's straight,
he's got experience,

and he's the best damn
detective we've ever had.

He's vicious,

and your opinion
is a minority view.

Upstairs, Jumper.

Where we going?

Upstairs.

Call you if I need you,
Sergeant.

Lionel Henry Jumper?

No.

I just do
impersonations.

We'll try
one more time.

Lionel Henry...
Yes.

You got your name
on a murder sheet.

Murder?

You're putting me on.

I wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Like what?

Like what you said.

Like murder.
You're gonna wear it.

If you got any talk
to do, do it now.

What am I gonna
talk about?

I got grabbed 'cause I had some
plates on me I bought off a guy.

Plates from a car involved in a
murder, and you don't ask?

Name couldn't be
Wexton, could it?

I told you
I didn't ask his name.

You just went all white.

You're out of your mind.

Not theft,
not an accessory,

murder one.

No. No. You can't.

I was at the
airport when...

"When"?

You can't hit me.
I'll have you up on charges.

Who hit you?

I wouldn't do
a thing like that.

You said
"when," Jumper.

You're crazy or something.

Sergeant.

Prisoner wishes to file
a complaint against me.

Says I hit him.

Three times,
you son of a bitch.

His face look marked?

Not to me.

Take him downstairs.

Come on.

Hey, Sergeant,

you see his sheet?

I've got it outside.

What's it say?

Murder of
Gustave Lipper.

Torrey, could I talk
to you for a minute?

Uh,

if I make a statement

and drop the charges...
You got nothing to trade, thief.

You're in too deep.

But if you want to help,
tell me about the car.

I took a car.

That's my...
That's what I do.

They said it was
for a heist.

What did they do? Kill a night
watchman or something?

You tell me.

They said it was
for a heist.

Where'd you
pick it up?

The airport.

Who ordered it?

[SIGHS]

I don't know his name.

Wexton?
No.

No, I keep... I don't
know any Wextons.

I copped a Pontiac.
I delivered it.

Where did you take it?

Where did you take it?

Where did you take it?

Lawson. Alan Lawson.
That's what he signed.

Paid for two days
in advance.

You never
saw him before?
Never.

Most just drive in
and drive out the next day.

In his early 20s,
you say?

In the neighbourhood of.
Sharp dresser.

Had a trombone and one of those
portable record players.

Played a lot
of jazz music on it.

Very loud. I had to ask him to
turn it down.

We're staying
in the room next door.

I come down from Seattle
every year about this time...

My niece.

Anything else
about him?

Yeah. He was
good-looking.

Did he have
any visitors?

Three I saw.

That one you got in the car and
a couple others.

I want you to have
a good look at him.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Yeah, that's him.
Isn't that right,

sweetheart?

Yeah, that's him.

He was here
a couple of times,

and he was here this morning
when the other two came.

Would you say they all
knew each other?

They sure seemed to.

OLD WOMAN:
You've got your nerve.

How dare you say I was drunk?

[HICCUPS] Can't a lady... I must
have left it in the motel.

Lou, you get
anything?

Well, we got a name,
Al Lawson.

I'm gonna call the American
Federation of Musicians.

I see Jumper
has blood on his face.

It better heal, quick.

WOMAN: It couldn't have been.
I just went into the store.

MAN: Give me a break.
I'm just doing my job.

I'm sorry.
It wasn't me.

VESCARI: Angelo Bianco.
Died April 10th, 1931.

Louis Vescari.
Died April 10th, 1931.

Giovanni Pollari.
Died April 10th, 1931.

Enrico Scianno.

Died April 10th, 1931.

Carlo Marioni.
Died April 10th, 1931.

Mr Lawrence, have you ever seen
a runner in the starting blocks,

all nerves, tension, waiting for
the gun?

I'm that runner.

I've waited 42 years.

Waited 42 years
for April the 10th.

You see that monument
over there?

That's Joe
"The Boss" Masseria.

He was killed eating
spaghetti vongole

in Scarpato's
restaurant, 1931.

With him died what we call
the Castellammarese War.

Don Salvatore Maranzano
became the capo di tutti capi.

In our Sicilian way,
our things,

nothing had changed,

but, you see,
some of the young men

who did very good

because of the war
between the families,

they thought our old ways
was not good for making money,

and they had ambition.

They were Luciano,
Genovese, Profaci.

They wanted to take
this thing of ours away from us

and make an alliance with
the Jews and the Irish and

have a national syndicate,

an executive council
to give out the orders

to the franchises,
to each family.

Now, the older ones,
the Mustache Petes,

and Don Salvatore Maranzano
opposed them.

Luciano had them killed.

Four graves
over there,

Maranzano there.

More than 40 killed
one night in April,

and that night we remember
as the Sicilian Vespers.

After that,
we got rich.

But they were
my blood,

and a man don't forget
by counting his money.

Your birthday party
will be ready, Don Vescari.

We have 40 men.

They're all well-trained
in combat, transportation,

communications.

All of them anonymous. Not one
of them has a criminal record.

The top seven, they're
for the party itself.

Thirteen others,
they'll act like

reinforcements for your capo
regime here in New York.

There'll be 10 for the Moreci
family in Chicago,

six in Miami and
four in New Orleans,

in case there's any backlash
from some of your friends.

Mmm-hmm. I hope the others
are more reliable than Lipper.

You think he gave anything
to the doctors or police?

No. We sealed him off.
Armitage was a bad goof.

Yeah, well,
we corrected it.

This is Bartolemo Vechetti.
He is the capo di tutti capi.

I want him the most.

From his chair, I can
pull everything together.

These are
the principal associates

of Bootlace Armitage when he was
in the big time.

There's a file on Armitage
himself and two Wextons,

and that's all we have, sir.

Telex, New York.

"No Wextons on file
of any interest."

You get any background
stuff on Lipper?

Got a sister living
in San Francisco.

That's all.

Thin pickings.

Sleep well?
Yeah.

Running lucky?

No Wextons on file
in New York.

We got a couple here.

Fred Wexton, a spade.

Did grievous bodily harm
to his white landlord.

From the looks of this,
he deserved it.

The second is
a young girl.

Geraldine Wexton.
Stole her boyfriend's chequebook

probably for
services rendered.

Suspended sentence.

We could have something
going on the driver

of the murder car.

Give it to Matthews.

You bought the Wexton bit,
now the Chief wants you

to check them out, personally.

Here are the addresses
of the two Wextons, sir,

and the Musician's Local
gave us a list of trombone

players and their addresses.

Four fit the description
of the suspect,

but there's no Al Lawson.

No, but there's
an Alfred Langley.

Matthews.
What?

Check out everybody
on the list.

Start with
Alfred Langley.

Why Langley?

Al Lawson. Alfred Langley.
Our thief has no imagination.

Take that young cop, Hart.

He might be able
to identify him.

All right.

Look at this.

Why does every crook
live on the top floor?

Just my luck.

So, as I was saying, the kids
are kidding me about my clothes,

you know, these lapels,
this tie and this hat,

but I said,
"You just wait.

It'll come back."

You save your clothes
long enough, when you have

sharp clothes to begin with,

and they always come back.

They're all laughing
standing there,

and I said, "Never mind
my clothes, Linda.

"You want me to take you
to a public restaurant,

"you're gonna have
to wear a brassiere,

that's all there is to it."

This must be
the one here.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[GRUNTS]

Alfred Langley?

Could be.

You two come on real strong. Who
are you?

I'm Batman.
This here's Robin.

Who's the shy one?

My roommate.
Ah!

Check him.

Come on. Come on, get up.
Turn around. Come on!

All right, get dressed.
What for?

I don't want you
to catch a cold.

You, too, Hilda.

Why him?

I don't want to separate
you two. Come on!

Toss me my jacket.

Give it here.

[GRUNTING]

[DOGS YIPPING]

Halt!

Get out of the way!

What the hell?

Get out!

[SITAR MUSIC PLAYING]

Geraldine Wexton?

You the man?

She's not here today.

Where?

Look, Saint Teresa,

let's not have
a heavy scene, huh?

If I get the feeling
of being rejected,

you may have a visit from the
Food and Health man every day,

and a fire inspector,
who's a real son of a bitch.

Or would you like
to have your customers

touched up by the vice squad?

And if I remember?

No hassle.

She's at the ashram.

Hello, Les.

The Wexton girl is up Carmel way
at an ashram.

What?

TORREY OVER PHONE:
Ashram, retreat. A temple.

You got a lousy
vocabulary, boy.

After I see the girl,
I thought I'd drive up

to San Francisco.

Lipper has a married
sister there.

Clear me with the locals,
will you, Les?

I don't want to step on
anybody's injured pride.

I'll be back
by tomorrow noon.
Okay.

PREACHER: If you turn
your stomach into a grave

for this cow and millions
of other animals like them,

and you cut their throats
and let their blood

fall upon the floors
of the slaughterhouses,

and then you slice their
bodies into small pieces

of roast beef
and hamburger

and hot dog,

one day nature's
going to get back at you

with the heart attack
which kill you

with celebral haemorrhage.

That is the animal fat
clogging in your brain

and in your heart,

and kills more people
than all the wars,

all the natural disasters,

all the diseases
and everything else

put together.

Peace.

Miss Geraldine
Elizabeth Wexton.

Peace.

The commodity's
out of stock.

You sound official.

No tracks.

No dilated pupil.
I'm clean.

Some little pig
should have stayed home.

I got a different
set of questions.

Let me guess.

You want to get
into the God thing.

Sufi?

Vedanta?

[PLAYING ROCK MUSIC]

TORREY: The past.

GERALDINE: That old trip.

I suppose once
you get busted,

your whole life
is one big open file.

TORREY:
We do catalogue
the human weaknesses.

That's our playground.

GERALDINE:
Hey, you got time?

I never balled a cop.

TORREY:Another time,
another place, another cop.

Do you know a Gus Lipper?
Charlie Armitage?

It could have
been nice.

Gus Lipper.
A big spade, Vietnam vet.

The tantrics believe that a
woman's body is a sacred altar

and pleasure
was a path to God.

You wanna talk
about bodies?

Let's talk about
Gus Lipper's.

He connected with
five heavy bullets.

Now, I've driven 180 miles
to ask you a few questions.

If you don't stop
playing games with me,

Little Miss Muffet,

you'll find yourself
back in Los Angeles,

viewing the remains
of Lipper and booked

up to your empty head with
obstruction.

MORECI: My consiglieri
do not like the use of these

stranieri, these war veterans.

LOCATI: We need an army
without faces.

Al, we're only three families
out of 26 across the country.

We need our friends
in Los Angeles and Miami.

What Gus means is, if they find
out about these outsiders,

we could come apart.

What was Luciano's
weapon in '31?

The stranieri,
outsiders, stone killers.

Jew guns hired from Lepke,
Siegel, Lansky,

faces we never even knew.

We, in Chicago,
have one question, Don Alberto,

are you sure you can get
all the head men in one room

at the right moment?

What am I, a peasant with
two olive trees and a pig?

Of course I'm sure.

[SNICKERS]

[BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Are you sure, Al? A family war
is not easy to handle.

Tell you what,
you start the blaze,

I'll call the fire
department. Okay?

Oh, Les.

Les, you know Harrison
of the Federal Bureau.

He's brought over some
data on that black suspect

of Torrey's, Fred Wexton.

That boy's a militant,
a Black Panther.

It's all here.

They think, and I am
of the same mind,

that he's the Wexton we want
in the Lipper killing.

Bring him in.

Can I wait for Torrey?

No.

[ALL CLAMOURING]

All right, all right.
Out of the way. All right.

Get out of the way.

Get out. Come on.
Let me through.

God damn it.
Get out of the way.

Police. Hey, wait a...

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

MAN: Let's go.

[SIREN WAILING]

OFFICER: Okay,
calm down, you people.

Quiet down. Relax.

All right, come on,
now. Come on.

Pipe down.
Relax. Take it easy.

[PEOPLE CLAMOURING]
You guys keep it quiet.

Come on, keep it down
there. Quiet, now.

Why, cracker? Why?

Hey. Hey, hey, Lou.

Cool it. Cool it.

Now listen to me.
Listen to me.

Your black Wexton
is mixed in with the militants.

The Bureau says Panthers.

The Chief says to bring him in.

They think he might
be the Wexton.

Thinks?
Remember who's in command here.

How the hell could I forget
that monument of genius?

He sends this cracker
to pick up a suspect,

and he takes
an army with him.

What for? To ask
a few questions?

Yesterday, he blew
number one suspect.

Today, he goddamn nearly
blew the entire town.

Where you going?

To try to
pick up Langley.

The crime lab
checked the place out.

That's him.

You got a poor
fielding record.

Two easy catches and
you dropped them both.

I mean, you couldn't
catch your breath.

Call in.
Have yourself replaced.

You're coming with me.

Yes, sir.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Recognise the guy
in the centre?

Buys middle-period jazz,
Ellington, Basie,

stuff like that.

Maybe I've seen him,
but I don't make the face.

Yeah, I know him.
Buys a lot of stuff in here.

Name is Al Langley.
Plays trombone.

He been around lately?
Oh, last week or so.

If he wasn't at home,
where would he put up?

Hey, listen, man,
he just buys records from me.

He don't confess.
You know what I mean?

Does he always
come in alone?

Well, sometimes
he's with a chick.

He's a switch-hitter.

Piece of two worlds.

Where do you think
I could find her?

Damn, I wish I knew.

Hey, you know Paul Long?
Spade guitar cat?

Yeah. I know him.
Well, try him.

He and Langley
do gigs together.

[PEOPLE CLAMOURING]

You might as well
get used to it.

You're part of the white
power structure, the enemy.

Pull up here.

Yeah, I'll catch you
later, man.

Hello, Wayne.
Where can I find Paul Long?

What do you
want him for?

I want to ask him about
a white trombone player.

Get Paul. He's over
at Greenie's.

We need something
for our plate, Torrey.

Freddie Wexton,
he was taken in today.

Well, might be
over my head.

Try.

What do you want?

Al Langley.

If he was running,
where would he hide?

I don't know,
but I could find out.

What's the jack
on him?

A killing.

We'll call.

Okay.

VESCARI: Believe me, Jack,
I've tried, Locati's tried.

I don't know.

We're going to need
more weight behind it.

You know we don't like to mix
in family trouble, Al.

With these headlines,
it's gonna spill all over.

What makes you think
Luchino's people

or the Battaglias
will listen to the council?

Look, Vechetti is still
the capo di tutti capi

of all these whole families.

I'm telling you,
they'll listen.

And if they don't,

the council will take away
their franchises and cut

a hole in their pockets.

Even animals
like the Battaglias

got to do business.

I'll talk to Vechetti.
When did you have in mind?

April 10th.

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Antonio Rossi was shot today

outside his Long Island home,

making him victim number nine
in New York's Mafia war.

Also shot was Rossi's
chauffeur, Stefano Cinieri.

Two men are being
sought for questioning

in connection
with the slaying.

Meantime, police have
made a massive arrest

of over 200 suspects

and others with known
Mafia connections.

Here, Captain of Detectives
Guido Lorenz

is seen bringing suspects
into the First Precinct house.

As the arrests
and the killings go on,

New Yorkers ask,
"Will it ever end,

"or is New York becoming..."

Now, what the hell is this?

What it is.

I want a release
for Fred Wexton.

Now, you're throwing
too much sand, mister...

Les, I want him out.

He had two shotguns
in his room.

Your brother-in-law
has three.

There are 15 million more
between Seattle and Miami.

Okay.

Okay, he goes.

Do you see
any light, Lou?

Well, I might have
Alfred Langley.

Now, that would
make me very happy.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?
Torrey there?

Wayne.

Hello, Wayne.
This is Torrey.

I got something
you can use, man.

Be right there.

Got a lead on Langley.

Matthews.

He'll come.

[JAZZ PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

You know
the Sunflower?

Paul's got a gig
over there, a recording.

Said your boy was
in about an hour ago.

Got himself a big bike.

Says he's gonna head out over
the ridge to the Mojave tonight.

Says he's gonna
touch base there.

You sure keep
lousy company, man.

Hey, I filled
your plate for you.

That's cool.

Say, Torrey, I still don't want
to marry your sister.

That breaks me up.

You ought to see the slob she
did marry.

You catch the side exit.
I'll go in this way.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

I don't think that
middle section works.

I told you, when you're coming
off the change, I want...

Mmm.

And I think that...

[GRUNTING]

Hey, you. Get out of there.

Les, Les, Les.
Please, don't shout.

My head is hurting.

I don't know where he went.
He took off after Langley.

LES:
Well, you better
find him.

You didn't answer
my question, Les.

If I take a cab back,
do I pay for it

or does the department
pay for it?

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Jesus!

[SCREAMS]

Langley dead?
On arrival.

It was an
accident, Les.

You better make it
read that way.

Well, what
would you call it?

Witnesses say
you used the car on him.

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMING]

How are we on the effects of
Gustave Lipper?

I'm doing them now.

Now?

Everything
waits in line.

Well, what have you
come up with so far?

Bus ticket.

His shoes and clothing
have particles of desert sand.

LES: Okay.
What have you got?

Lipper had no cards
or documents,

but he was well dressed
and had $210 on him.

His hands were hard,
but he had no calluses.

So I guess he wasn't doing any
manual labour.

The lab found
traces of gun oil

under his fingernails,

and a paraffin test
showed that he'd fired

a weapon recently.

When the lab went
over his clothes,

they came up
with two things,

sand, scraped
from his shoes,

desert sand,

and a bus ticket bought
in the town of Manix.

Manix is on Route 12.

Desert road.

So Lipper was once
in a town called Manix.

Last night,
Langley told Paul Long

he was going to touch base
somewhere in the desert.

So, we
check out the town.

I already had
the state police do that.

Nobody in the area ever heard of
a Wexton or a Lipper.

Lou, we've been
up this road before.

TORREY: It's
the desert, Les,

but not around Manix.

They might use the town
to buy supplies,

catch a bus,
something like that.

It's too tightly planned.
It's just too careful.

They'd want a place far enough
away not to be traced,

but close enough
to drive to.

How close? How far?

50, 80 miles.

That's Mojave Desert
you're talking about, mister.

50, 80 miles
is damn near anywhere.

CHAMPION: Is it
all ready?

LAWRENCE: Yes, sir.

Now, you see, the cage floor,
that's an exact duplicate

of the elevator floor.
The men are blindfolded

so they can get used to working
in the dark.

However, there'll be some light
on the actual day.

Now, we timed
the elevator exactly.

It only descends to the garage
level when summoned.

From the moment
when it comes to rest,

the men in the sump there,

they have 14 seconds
to hook up the body slings

and equipment bags,

then the lift will rise.

Those bolt fittings
underneath the cage,

they're the real thing?

Fixed there three months ago and
checked yesterday.

All elevators have regular
inspection and maintenance.

We placed our men
earlier this year.

Les.

There is
one possibility.

It's thin.

Trying to sell me
or talk me out of it?

Well, we blow it,
we catch it from the fan.

[SIGHS]

Already, I'm getting
that sick feeling.

Jumper.

If you've
made a mistake, Daniels,

you'll go under with Torrey.

Thank you, sir.

Mr Champion, sir,
the men are packing.

New York party will be ready
to leave at noon tomorrow.

You coming, sir?

No, I'll stay
and keep it neat here.

The others
got their orders?

Yes, sir.

Chicago group
are leaving

late afternoon,

and Miami and New Orleans,
they'll be going

in the evening.

Tell me, what are you
in this for, Lawrence?

It's my trade, sir.

Pure soldier,
right through.

Yes, sir.

Thirty-year man.

I was 15 years old
when they hit Pearl Harbor.

I've been at it
ever since.

Korea, 'Nam...

I just put myself
on the open market

like the rest of them.

What's all this?

Just check the contents
and sign it.

You're being released.

Check the
contents.

Oh! No, no. You got a face a
virgin could trust.

What the hell's this bastard
doing out of his cage?

Bail,
Lieutenant.

Who the hell would
put up bail for him?

DA and
public lawyer.

Seems he was mistreated and held
without proper procedure.

Choke on it, Mr Torrey.

Jumper left, Lou.

You sure
you don't need a tail?

No, let him
run free.

What if he runs
in the wrong direction?

Les, you placed
your bets.

Worrying doesn't
win horse races.

There goes my pension.

Hey, thank you. Thanks.

Be careful with
that equipment now.

Let's go.
Let's move it.

Come on. Come on!

Yeah, the New York
group leaves at 12:00.

LAWRENCE:
Everything all right?

Well, sure,
everything's all right.

The rest of us will be out of
here by 7:00 tonight.

See you then.
Yeah.

You sure no one
followed you?

JUMPER: No one.

All right.
Come on out.

I'll tell the garage man
to rent you a vehicle,

but, Jumper,
Yeah?

if you see one car
that you think is a tail,

just one,

you head out and you go
straight to Las Vegas, you
hear?

Mmm-hmm.

All right.
Put the garage man on.

Right.

Hey. Come here a sec.

He wants you.

Charlie, give him
that VW.

Hey, where's
that guy off to?

I don't know. Mr Lawrence
told me to rent him a car.

Who's Mr Lawrence?

He's got a place
here in the mountains.

Comes in here for
all his gas and whatever

repairs he might need.

He's a good
customer.

Where is this place?

Well, I ain't
never been there.

I mean, it's in the
mountains somewhere.

All right, both of you,
listen to me real close, now.

I don't want him found.

Take the car to Baker,
leave it out on the highway,

but I don't want him found.

Now, go on.

He borrowed a car
and headed west.

Son of a bitch.
We blew it. Try south.

Hey, come here.
Come here.

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

[SCREAMS]

The bastard
set me up.

They're at the old
Wexton Indian house,

second turn
out the main highway.

A guy named Lawrence
and a bunch of

Army veterans.

They... They killed Lipper.

Something about
a birthday party.

Good luck, soldier.

A good soldier
doesn't need luck,

but it's a nice thought.

MAN: There you are.

[GREETING EACH OTHER
IN ITALIAN]

[INTRODUCING GROUP
IN ITALIAN]

Now, the day
after tomorrow,

the 10th,

all the council
will meet in one room.

[SCREAMS]

[ALL CLAMOURING]

You guys, cover that entrance.
Hurry up. Let's go.

Let's go.

OFFICER: Up against the car.
Spread your feet. Back up.

You in the house,
you're boxed in.

[EXHALES]
Come on.

Come out now.
We don't want any blood.

OFFICER: Let's go.
Everybody line it up.

Come on.

Little order here.
Let's go.

[GUNSHOTS]

CHAMPION: [SOFTLY] Operator,
get me long distance.

[SOFTLY] You two
cover me here. I'm

going up those stairs.

You cover him.

I'm going in here.

CHAMPION: Hello,
long-distance operator?

I want New York City,
area code 212-581-4173.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOT]

Where the hell were you?
I was out in back...

That's twice now,
you son of a bitch.

One of them was
on the phone.

Find out where he was calling.

Jesus. What the hell's
going on?

[GUNSHOTS]

COP: Check it out
over there, will you?

Tony "The Arbitrator"
Champion.

A big man, Les.

Fits in with Armitage.

Mathews find out
where he was calling?

He was trying
to call New York.

There were no lines.

It's an unlisted
number.

Maybe your friend Lorenz
can run it down.

Anything from that
bag of heroes outside?

It'll take time, Lou.

Well, we ain't got time.
Look at this.

There are airline tickets to
Chicago, Miami, New Orleans,

and there are
about 20 stubs here from

an earlier flight to New York.

OFFICER: Okay, you three,
two in the back,

one in the front.

We'll break it.
We'll break it, Lou.

We'll break it.

Les, you train an army
to make war.

Yeah, but I'm
50 years old,

and I got varicose veins
and bad digestion,

and I'm tired.

All right. All right,
but I want to go to New York.

[GULLS CAWING]

That's the seventh,
and now you with your

cotton-candy theories.

I'm not just
guessing, Guido.

Twenty men arrived
in New York yesterday,

all veterans,
all trained killers.

They all had a connection
with Tony Champion,

who was connected
to Al Vescari

who was connected
to Locati

and Locati
was connected

to Armitage.

And they're all going
to a birthday party.

Believe it, Guido.

Some mornings,
I wake up and I wonder why.

I've got a watch
on Locati and Vescari,

and I've wired Washington.

I don't have much.

Everybody's up
so tight,

you need a tractor to pull a
needle out of this town's ass.

Look, forget
the poetry, huh?

Well,

Armitage went because
he had something big in his bag,

very big
is the whisper.

And a snowdrop I know,
a real hard coke sniffer,

he got way up
last night

and let it go
that there's some

big changes coming.

This cat
had the same friend

that Armitage had.

That's the end
of the commercial,

Mr Torrey.

Stay happy.

What's happening?

Both Vescari and Locati's
men are still in there.

They must be making
a peace or something.

Luchino's met first
and now Battaglia's.

I have six men
spread out.

Nobody's gonna get away,
Captain, nobody.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: Other unit
requesting location...

Okay.

[MANDOLIN MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Telephone, Al.
Ah!

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

We cancel, Al?

No, we do not cancel.

They busted us.
Champion's dead.

[ENUNCIATING]
I have waited 42 years.

Al, we're finished.

Maybe.

You phone Moreci
in Chicago.

Tell him that his
group is on its way.

Tell the others
in Miami and New Orleans.

They must be reassured also.

Al, we can stop it.

How?

How are we
gonna stop it?

You gonna tell
Mossman we were planning

to kill him and his council,
only something went wrong?

You expect him
to kiss you for honesty?

He's gonna find out
in a couple of days anyway.

Come on.
It's too late to turn back.

You got
anything, Lou?

No.

And what's all this?

Family trees.
This is April 9th,

right?

Right,
and tomorrow's April 10th.

And I can't keep 15 men
on surveillance

and make excuses for you
much longer, Lou.

Go down to the files, bring
everything for the year 1931,

including the newspapers.

A lot of that stuff
will be on microfilm.

So go and get
the microfilm!

[GROANING]

GUIDO: What's up, Lou?
I don't know,

but there's something
about the date April 10th.

I'm just trying
to shake it loose.

Well, I'll be
a son of a bitch.

Guido.

[WHISTLES SHRILLY]

Yeah?
April 10th, today.

But it's crazy.

It's crazy?
What's crazy, Lou?

Forty-two years ago today,
the birthday party.

Yeah, all right,
look, take me through this

real slow, Lou.

The syndicate, Guido,
they took control.

Luciano wiped out
all the old family heads.

They call it the night
of the Sicilian Vespers.

And the Sicilians are
gonna take it back

all in one day, huh?

You gotta be out
of your mind, Lou.

Nobody waits 42 years.

[CLICKS TONGUE] Guido,
that's why the army

and the desert.
They tried to keep it hidden.

If I buy, how?

Well, they've got to get
everybody in the same place

at the same time.

A council meeting or
something like that.

Who's in town?

Jack Mossman,
Vechetti.

Put a cover on them.

Now, that can come back
on us very hard, Lou.

Guido, take the gamble.

Mossman, how are you?

Fine. Good to see you.

Vechetti just
picked up Mossman,

and we know Humphreys and Mo
Lesner flew in last night.

It looks like
it's on, Lou.

Take care, son.
Good luck.

Here.

Car 82-X, they've turned into
the 1200 building,

corner of 8th Avenue
and 60th Street.

Vechetti and Mossman.

MAN: Okay,
elevator coming.

Why don't you just
go out and park it?

How are you?
How are you?

How are you?
Good to see you.

You, too.

[SIREN WAILING]

Thank God we live
in the country.

Come on.

Hey, you the guy
with the broken axle?

You the one with
the broken axle?

No, you want to talk
to the garage man.

He's over there.

[GROANS]

[GROANING]

Now, who do we
wait for?

The Sicilians,
Vescari, Locati

and Gus Moreci.

[ALL SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

Let's go.

Out, everybody, out, quick.

[GROANING]

Steinholtz!

[BOTH EXCLAIMING]

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

OFFICER: The gun,
give me the gun.

Give it to me.
Turn around.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

All right, up.

GUIDO: Nothing changes,
only the names.

You've gotta be
kidding.

We're chest-deep in water,
screaming against

the rushing tide.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I haven't been
to confession

for 10 days.

I lose my temper.

You know, last three weeks,
in New York City alone,

there were 159 homicides.

I don't mean to be harsh,
but I struck my son in anger

last Tuesday.

3,000 criminal assaults,
6,000 robberies.

Ruth, my wife, bless her,
I swore at her.

You multiply that
by Chicago, Boston,

Philadelphia, Los Angeles...

For these,

and all the other sins
which I cannot remember,

forgive me.

You remember that cartoon
of an old Roman circus?

Where all the lions
are roaring

and the page boy yells
down the corridor,

"You've got five minutes,
Christians."