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I hope it's for a woman.

Someone patient, brave, and caring,

who doesn't break out in rashes

being left alone at night.

I'll have to ask Walter.

Hello, Lon.

Walter.

- You're looking fit.

- You, too.

How about Elaine?

- Looks marvelous, doesn't she?

- Always did.

- Walter, Lon wants $5,000.

- A loan.

I have $6,000 or $7,000

coming from my pension,

but I won't get it for three months,

and I need the money right now.

- All right.

- I've drawn up this paper.

The fund will pay you directly.

That's not necessary, Lon.

Just pay me back when you can.

I'd rather do it this way.

All right. I'll get a check.

Goodbye.

Daddy! Hi!

Hello, Ginger.

- Hi, Morn.

- Hi, sweetheart.

Look at this, 99 out of 100. I'm a genius.

I've got a couple of tickets

to the Sunday basketball game.

How about it?

Gee, Dad, Jane invited me to her house

at the marina.

It's her birthday and she's having

a boy-girl party, my first one.

Well, then you'll have to go to Janie's.

- Maybe next week.

- If there's not another party.

I'm getting very popular.

I think it's my charm.

I called the bank

and told them you'd be down to cash it.

There will be no difficulty.

Well, thanks, Walter.

I'll see you.

What's the score?

The Lakers are doing it

to them righteously.

Hey, there's my man.

I'm gonna transact some business.

Why don't you ladies go

and get something to eat?

Get Daddy something, too, here,

and you be really sweet to yourself.

What you got for me, my man?

Hey, that's all right.

Walsh's playing, huh?

Okay. I'll tell you what, I'm going to

run about three on this one, and two...

Watch it.

SN...

Hey, baby, give me the hot dogs.

Stay right here.

Daddy's got some more business

to take care of.

- Hello, Rosey.

- Hey, man. I don't have to talk to you.

You're not the heat anymore,

you know what I mean?

- Like, you're useless.

- Hold it, Rosey.

What are you going to do?

Go fist city on me?

I can dig that,

you know, a week in the hospital.

Rest and relaxation for me,

you know what I mean?

There's five bills in this newspaper.

I don't even sneeze for less than 10.

All right.

Let's turn to the second section.

There's five more if it's beautiful.

Santiago has got company

from out of state.

Freddie LaSalle?

That's worth zip.

- Enjoy the game.

- There's more.

More hardware.

A cat by the name

of German called from Denver.

Two hit men.

Three. A Lou Something-Or-Other

from Miami.

Santiago is collecting a murder squad.

- Something else.

- What?

You know,

you'd be surprised how the cost of living

- ...has gone up in the black community.

- It stops right here.

A heist team.

A heist team? Rosey, you're shining me on.

No, no, man, this is the straight skinny.

It must be something special.

Drugs?

You know Santiago. Now, what's his bag?

Did Stan find something out?

Hey, man. He's got his own connections.

You ask them.

I'm missing all the action, babe.

Rosey, if this is a shine,

I'm coming back and ironing your face.

Personally, I think it's worth more.

I'll get you some Blue Chip Stamps.

Cocaine, Sal? Let's have them, Sal.

The balloons. Spit them out.

- Spit them out!

- Hey, what the hell is this?

You ain't even a cop anymore!

Go see some basketball.

Basketball?

Geez. You've got a nerve,

picking your way in here.

What is this?

I've got a good mind to call a cop.

- So what?

- I thought you might be interested.

Why should I be? I'm no doper.

Where did you get that idea?

Look, I'm tired.

I've been hustling drinks for 10 hours.

My feet hurt, my back hurts,

and I need a bath.

So go on.

Let's cut through it, Myra.

You were a good friend of Stan's

in the past.

Well, he was a nice guy.

He was a gentleman.

Gentleman.

It was a damn shame.

Not that there was ever

anything between us.

Personal, I mean.

We were just good friends.

Sure, I know that. He respected you.

You bet he did.

He brought the balloons

and you spoke of things in general.

If I hear anything,

it's my civic duty

to tell the right person.

Geez. Who else knows?

- Why don't you guys print up a program?

- Nobody knows, Myra.

I was just Stan's very good friend.

Well, I talked only to Stan,

not his very good friend,

and I'm not talking to you.

I don't like you. I never did.

You're a bear.

I don't like bears. Out.

Okay.

Wait.

Skag or coke?

I don't go skag.

I know what you go, Myra.

Can I see one?

You have a bill handy?

"C" note. Class.

Roll it for me, will you,

like a good fella?

Do you mind? It hurts my eyes.

You see, the lounge is dark

all of the time, so my pupils get dilated.

Dilated pupils

is a natural condition with me.

That's why some people think I'm a coker.

Myra, did Stan have some information?

Was that why he was killed?

Why don't you take off your coat?

Aren't you hot?

- Personally, I think it's hot.

- Know anything about a drug heist?

- Think I'm fat?

- No, I think you look real nice.

Yeah?

Aw. I'm fat. Baby fat.

It needs lifting. Even that won't help.

What I need is a complete overhaul.

Myra, I'm asking you something.

Sure, honey.

I'll tell you.

Be glad to.

In the morning.

You said I looked real nice. You said it.

Myra, in your job

you must meet a lot

of younger men around.

Oh, sure.

Phone rings day and night, don't you know,

but I'm ignoring it.

I'm picking you, honey.

- How about some coffee?

- Hi.

Hey, I'll... I'll fix some bacon and eggs.

Okay? You cool it...

Oh, thanks, Myra, but I got a big day.

Oh, sure.

I'm busy myself.

Myra.

I don't know what Stan knew.

I didn't tell him.

I didn't know myself until yesterday.

- Some hard rocks from out of town.

- What's the setup?

Drug heist, like you thought.

They're going

for the biggest stash in the city.

- Where?

- You're the detective.

Detect.

Give me some help.

Look where the men in blue hang out.

- I can't believe it.

- So go find out.

Only thing is, you better hurry.

- Hello, Joe.

- Hi, Lon, how are you doing?

All right.

- 2549, cocaine.

- Check.

- 2268, heroin.

- Check.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, Lon. What brings you around?

Just picking some stuff

up out of my locker.

- How's it going?

- Not bad.

The wife's having

a little problem, though.

- You know women.

- Yeah.

- She's going to the hospital tomorrow.

- That's too bad.

That concludes it.

- Sign here, please

- Okay.

Would you believe

you're looking at over $2 million?

I sure would.

Where are they burning it

this time, Sarge?

- Beats me. State secret.

- See you.

Sorry.

Hey.

What are you doing down there?

I'm looking for a restroom.

Well, it's not down here.

It's upstairs and to the left.

Thanks.

- Howdy, Sarge.

- Good morning.

Drop the boxes! Drop them!

Dr. Chaplin

to the emergency room, first floor.

Take Off!

Are you crazy?

Get out of that truck!

Open those rear doors.

- Who are you working for?

- I work for the laundry company.

Well, why did you blast through

those stop signs?

The way you was chasing me,

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