Fort Apache the Bronx Page #4

and all women are sluts...

and you don't trust anyone

but your partner.

It's my round.

No. The drinks are on me.

Theresa, am I stuffed.

You could've at least had one piece.

It wouldn't kill ya.

No, I'd just gain a hundred pounds.

"I'd just gain a hundred pounds."

- We'd work it off. Come on.

- Andy, stop it. My parents.

They're sleeping.

Don't worry.

My father gets up every night

for Brioschi.

Oh, man.

If your father's stomach's gonna mess up

my sex life, forget about it.

Come here.

Yeah, I'll come here.

Don't you think I want to?

I don't know. Do you?

I do.

I do!

Can't it wait till we're married?

Wait until we're married?

No, see, you don't understand.

You keep forgetting

that I'm a cop.

Any day that I go to work

could be my last.

- Today we almost got blasted.

- I don't wanna hear it.

Five guys opened fire.

They started blastin'.

Now, that's more like it.

How long have you been a cop?

Eighteen years.

It's too long.

You ought to at least

be commissioner by now.

You sound like my ex-wife.

No, I made detective.

I got a gold shield.

I just didn't keep it very long.

What did you do?

Come on. What did you do?

I nailed this guy

on Westchester Avenue.

He was going about 65 miles an hour.

He's really drunk.

He's all over the road.

And he was a local hood.

He was a guy that I put in before

for extortion.

So, anyway, the next day,

the guy gets out.

He drives his Caddie by,

gives me the finger.

So on this one

he just laughs in my face.

He says, "A summons?"

He said, "My God, my lawyer's gonna

take care of this tomorrow, you jerk."

So I thought, I said...

"The guy's right, I'm a jerk."

So, I leaned across, grabbed his

car keys and threw it in the sewer...

and said, "See if your lawyer

can take care of that tomorrow."

This guy is jumpin' up and down

and yellin' at me.

And...

- I ate his driver's license.

- What?

Yeah. And right after that,

I ate his registration.

The registration tasted better

than the driver's license.

Well, he said...

"My lawyer's gonna make one call

and you're finished."

I said, "Finished?"

So I laughed in his face.

The lawyer made the call...

and they took away the shield...

and put me back in a monkey suit.

Well, the moment of truth.

Yeah. Hey, listen,

thanks for the drinks.

Anytime.

I guess I ought to be flattered

that you're not makin' a move on me.

It means you respect me.

I don't go to parties

where I ain't invited.

You want an engraved invitation?

- What is that, a walk-up?

- And I'm on the fifth floor.

Let's climb that staircase

to paradise.

Let's go to your place.

You got any other names

besides Murphy?

Hey, don't get personal.

I'll remember you said that

when we get to your place.

What?

John Joseph Vincent III.

Satisfied?

Big name.

Ah, big man.

We'll see about that.

You don't need a girlfriend.

You need a maid.

Ain't they the same thing?

Uh-uh, baby.

You're in the wrong century.

Yeah?

Help, police.

I'm glad we did it.

Are you?

Glad we did what?

Wise guy.

Did you enjoy it?

Yeah, it was all right.

It was just all right?

There wasn't

enough pepperoni on it...

and the anchovies tasted

like shoe leather.

I didn't mean the pizza.

I meant me.

Oh, you?

Yeah, yeah, you were okay.

But there wasn't

enough pepperoni on it...

and the anchovies

tasted like shoe leather.

Shut up.

Just shut up.

John Joseph Vincent Murphy III.

You called?

J.J.

Yeah,J.J. That's what

I'm going to call you from now on.

No, you ain't.

Murphy.

A big Irish cop.

How can you work

in a neighborhood like this?

You think I can't understand

these people?

The Irish are a lot like

the Puerto Ricans.

They are the Puerto Ricans

of England.

They like to drink

and dance and sing...

make love.

I'm talking about the ones

on the other side.

Something happens to them

when they come over here.

They become a bunch

of tight-assed priests...

or ward heelers.

What the hell am I talkin' about?

Son of a b*tch!

I have to pull off the highway

into this jungle.

Come on!

Hello, lover.

You wanna go out?

Come on.

Let's take a little walk.

How much?

Well, if I was sellin' it, baby...

you sure couldn't afford it.

But I'm gonna give it up...

'cause I likes you.

How you doin'?

This ain't a motel, baby...

but it'll do just fine.

It looks okay to me.

Nobody can do it like I can.

Come on down.

Sit right there.

Yeah.

Yeah.

"Scorpio.

Recreation will leave

a potential for employment.

Money comes in early June.

A fantasy comes true

in September."

This is the life.

- Yeah. Just don't get too used to it.

- Tough guy, huh?

That's right.

You're not tough.

You're a pussycat,

just like me.

My water's boiling.

- No!

- Yes.

Hey, punk.

Man, what a racket.

You know what the number was yesterday?

- What?

- Number 444.

Except for a little single action,

we cleared 3,200 bucks.

Sometimes I think bookies

have a patron saint.

You'll pray to that saint

when they bust your little operation.

Maybe it'll get you 90 days

instead of a year.

You're just uptight because

you didn't get laid last night.

- What are you, Joyce Brothers?

- Leave me alone.

Hey, Pop, would it be

a first-class piece of detective work...

to assume you've been downstairs

pressin' the grapes?

I got four barrels

ready for Christmas.

I got this guy all the way from Jersey

ready to buy my wine.

My brother's a bookie,

my father's a bootlegger.

I could make a fortune shaking down

my own family without leaving the house.

What are you laughing at?

Knock it off.

Don't start with me, punk.

What's this South Bronx People's Party

that keeps comin' up?

They're disco revolutionaries.

You know what I mean?

They got federal money to open

a storefront on Fox Street.

They make a lot of hate-cop noises.

They preach armed revolt...

but they spend most of their time

ballin' white chicks from Scarsdale.

Dacey, you followin' through?

Yeah, we're gonna pay 'em a visit.

Might go to Scarsdale first.

Might as well, for all the production

we've been gettin' from you down here.

What am I, a mind reader?

You got 50,000 potential cop killers

in this precinct.

You want me to toss them all?

I want you to bring the South Bronx

People's Party in for questioning.

That's what I want.

The boss wants production.

What we're gonna do is take a few

anti-crime units out of each tour.

You guys will be plainclothed,

unmarked car.

Mulhearne and Tessitore.

Lane and Baker.

- Corelli and Murphy.

- Corelli don't got no plain clothes.

Let him wear a tuxedo.

What do I care?

The idea is to make a lot

of felony collars, okay?

I'd like a minute, Sergeant.

Hold it down, fellas.

Hold it down.

The captain has something

to say, all right?

We are making zero progress

on the investigation...

of the murders of our two men.

This case must be cleared...

even if we have to take

extraordinary measures to clear it.

Every day that we lag is another day

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