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Give me a day

to think about that.

Listen, it's nothing

personal, guys,

but I gotta get

some fresh air.

No, you're not going out,

and you're not making any calls.

Come on!

Well, I could use

some real food.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No. look, morrill

specifically said--

morrill's nads have been

tied to a desk for 20 years.

I know the street.

This hour of the day,

very indistinct,

I'm with Richie rich.

Let's go.

Ha ha!

[Train horn honking]

Hey, hey, hold up,

hold up.

[Sighs]

No calls, all right?

That's something

that we can't be flexible on.

This book is just

my clients, you know?

It's my people.

If I don't have it with me,

I get tense, ok?

Ain't that cute?

It's like his

little Teddy bear.

You guys have no idea

how hard it is

for a broker to line up

quality clientele.

Bakey and Pratt:

Quality clientele?

Like kapados?

Pratt:
morenski,

just go for the pancakes!

[Indistinct chatter]

Or go for somethin'.

We don't got all day

uh, the waffles.

It says here

that they're

golden brown.

Is that really true?

Uh, ok, I'll have

the number 5

waffle breakfast

with the bacon

extra well done.

How about a nice

glass of milk?

That they can make

golden brown.

No, actually,

I'd like a scotch, please.

Dewar's, straight up,

please, thank you.

Baby doll, it's 6:00

in the morning.

Oh, then make it

a double, please.

Let's see some I.D.

I don't believe this.

Let me show you mine, huh?

Figures.

You don't identify yourself,

not to anybody,

not anywhere, period.

I don't know if you're

aware of this,

but once you testify,

they're probably

going to get you relocated.

It's uncle Sam's way

of keeping you alive

after you spill

the beans.

You get a new name,

you get a new town,

you get

a new everything.

Yeah, a lot of guys end up

living in national parks.

They become forest rangers.

Trust me, you'll love it.

Bakey, bakey, I already

got a name, ok?

I got a job,

a Maserati,

got a 2-bedroom

apartment in Cambridge.

Come on, I'm located.

That's it.

End of discussion.

Hey, they're really

into plastic surgery.

[Laughs]

I'm getting hip

to you, bakey.

I can tell when

you're bullshitting.

Heh!

Yeah-yeah, right,

I'm gonna let the f.B.I.

Relocate my noose.

You gotta be nuts.

I gotta take

a wicked dump.

There's the individual.

Classy joint.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I found you a stamp.

Oh, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

The way I figure it,

at least you don't have

a wife and kids.

That's when it gets

really tough.

No.

No calls.

If I wasn't

on duty, I'd--

Pratt? Pratt!

[Gunshot]

[All screaming]

Son of a b*tch!

Jesus!

[All screaming]

[Tires squealing]

[Yelling]

Get out of the way!

Hey!

[Tires squealing]

[Men shouting]

[Honks horn]

[Man talking on P.A.]

Hey!

hey!

Ugh! oh!

[All yelling]

[Train horn honking]

[Panting]

Dark hair,

kind of tall.

Oh, yeah, and he had

this hair-do,

some kind of

Dracula hair-do.

We put our best manpower

into finding morenski.

Is your best

anything like bakey?

Pathetic.

he's an embarrassment.

He's a solid agent,

for Christ sake.

25 years experience

with the bureau.

Doesn't show.

Now I'm short 2 witnesses.

Well, at least morenski

got out out alive.

You hope.

Please don't let him

take me off the case.

I'm to blame,

i know I'm responsible--

bakey, for Christ sake,

i bought you some time.

But you can't

blame that guy.

His whole case

is going down the drain.

Kapados will walk.

That son of a b*tch

of a bastard killed my partner!

You just find me

morenski.

If he's hiding,

smoke him out,

if he's dead,

bring him back to life.

But find the man.

I will do everything--

I don't wanna

hear nothin'.

[Truck horn honks]

[Brakes squeal]

Thanks a million.

Truck driver:

Any time.

[Truck horn honks]

And if there's some reason

that you left the trash can--

[telephone rings]

I'll get it.

[Rings]

Can I help you?

Andrew:
who's this?

Who's this?

Your cousin Andrew.

Patrick,

is that you?

Yo, cuz!

Hey, kid, what a relief.

I thought

i had the wrong number.

Patrick--

well, how you doin'?

Uh, well, I'm alive.

I heard you were in

some kind of jam,

somethin'

with the f.B.I.

Uh, Patrick, aunt Lucy,

is she around?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, guess what?

I really don't

have the time.

I'm days away from

my learner's permit.

As a matter of fact,

we were just

going out to practice.

Wow, that's-that's terrific.

Can I speak

to your mom, please?

Hey, where are you

calling from?

Uh, well...Beats the sh*t

out of me.

It sounds like

you're calling

from the Maserati, huh?

Can you please put your mom

on the phone, Patrick?

Hey, maybe you'll let me

drive it sometime?

I've been practicing

day and night.

Left turns suck,

but other than that--

Patrick! put your mother

on the friggin' phone!

Whoa, are we

a little tense?

Yes!

Uh, nurse,

it's the stool pigeon.

Hey, I'll go pull

the car out.

Andrew, that picture of you

in the paper was awful!

[Dog barking]

[Starts engine]

[Rock music

playing on radio]

Oh, my god!

Patrick, my god!

I'll clean it up

later, mom.

Andrew--

[turns music down]

Your cousin Andrew's

coming to stay with us

for a little while.

Really?

Yeah, he's

meeting me tomorrow

in the school office.

Now, that's just

between you and me.

Not a peep,

warden.

Ok. be careful.

[Tires squealing]

Whoa!

Patrick!

[Clutch grinding]

[Starts engine]

Uh, nosebleed.

Major nosebleed.

[Truck horn honking]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Water running]

[Toilet flushes]

Man on radio:

All right,

and now back to more

easy listening.

New Jersey's mellowest spot

on the dial,

wmlow.

Where metal

never gets heavy,

and the rock

never gets hard.

[Car horn honks]

Yo, mister, mister,

uh, may I have

a cigarette, please?

Oh, uh, yeah, sure.

What--

that's a, uh,

that's a real nice coat

you got there.

You wouldn't want

to trade it

for this one,

would you?

No, I don't want that coat.

I just want a cigarette.

Are you crazy?

This is a $500

Italian-made coat.

I bought this

in Milan.

You paid 5 cs for that,

and you're asking me

if I'm crazy?

Ok, I'll give you

the coat--

no!

the shirt--

no!

And a pack

of cigarettes.

No--it's a deal.

Hey, wait, wait,

wait, wait.

For my grandmother.

Thanks a lot.

Enjoy it.

Have a pleasant day.

Hey-hey!

Hey, guys, look

what I got! Cigarettes!

[Thunder]

[Music playing]

Um, excuse me,

can I, uh,

possibly get

a cigarette from you?

Oh, thank you.

Got a light?

[School bell rings]

Anybody got

a light?

[Sighs]

Man on P.A.:
A reminder

from Mrs. billings,

there is absolutely

no smoking

on school grounds.

This includes all faculty--

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me--

take a seat.

It'll be a minute.

2 head humbuckers!

5 position rotary switch.

24 frets, nickel board

bridge in black.

Hey, that's pretty serious.

You three, sit up!

Come on inside.

It's ok, I didn't

call your parents...Yet.

Uh, no, I think you're

making a real mistake.

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