Miracle at St. Anna
[man on television]
I can't hear you.
It's them bells!
I've had them in my ears
for ten hours.
Ding, dong, ding, dong.
[man 2] Hey, sergeant.
Where's Major Lance?
[man 3] We moved the CP back to
that stone building. The major's there.
[man 2] Get him,
the colonel's here.
Hold it!
[guns firing in distance]
[man] Colonel! Am I glad to see you!
[man 2] Those bodies...
- What are you doing? Get 'em down!
- Of course. Yes, sir.
- We've been under fire...
- I know you have, but I don't care!
Get 'em down! Down!
Don't want those boys left up there.
We're gonna hold this town till
the linkup does come, whenever it is.
Today, tomorrow,
till hell freezes over.
For their sake,
if for no other reason.
- [man] Private?
- [man 2] Yes, sir.
- [man] It's a hell of a war.
- [man 2] A privilege to serve with you.
Well, God willing, we'll do
what we came here to do.
- Ready, sir.
- Move out!
Pilgrim, we fought
for this country, too.
Five postcard stamps, please.
- Merry Christmas.
Thank you so much.
Have a Merry Christmas.
Airmail to Kingston, Jamaica.
Stamps only?
[speaks Jamaican]
Twenty-cent stamp, please.
Excuse me, sir?
Twenty-cent stamp, please.
- Rodolfo.
- You.
[gun fires]
[screaming]
- Hey, buddy.
- Um, press.
OK.
- Are you Detective Ricci?
- That's my story.
[grunts] Yeah, well,
you oughta change friends then.
I'm Tim Boyle. Daily News.
- What happened?
- Read about it in the New York Post.
They left here two hours ago along with
The Times, Newsday and every channel
you can get on TV with a wire hanger.
Ain't you ever heard of the early bird?
- Christ.
- Go find a wailing wall.
- I got lost.
- Comin' here?
Find another way
for a dollar to change pockets.
- It's my first day as a reporter.
- It's probably your last.
Welcome to New York.
Be like Governor Rockefeller:
- Come and go at the same time.
- Give me some angle.
All I can give you
is an empty feeling, kid.
The perp's over at Bellevue,
The victim's deader
than yesterday's beer.
Heard he wasn't special
when he was breathing.
My next job's gonna be stuffin'
ballot boxes on Staten Island.
Remind me to vote. I live there.
Most cops do. Go home, kid.
- Don't stop for bread.
- Come on.
Gotta be something I can work.
Can I give you a tip on a hot horse?
I'll play Santa at the PA
on Christmas Day. Or I'll...
I'll pay Hong Kong Sue over on Forty
Deuce to blow your noodle like Satchmo.
How about I put a story
in your hip pocket?
"Good Cop Helps Poor Kids."
Honest to Jesus, you get three months
of Saturdays out of it. Come on.
I can't go back to scratching out obits.
See those guys?
Don't turn around.
They're rolling up to Harlem
to sniff around the perp's apartment.
Only case that dynamic duo has cracked
has Schaefer written on the side,
but maybe you'll see something.
Don't quote those gumflappers.
- You need a quote, you call me.
- OK.
- Haggerty, Dillard!
- Yeah, what's up?
- Take this guy uptown with you.
- Come on.
- All right.
We'll start in the living room
and work our way back.
Close the door behind you, kid.
This perp is very, very religious.
Nothing wrong with being
in good standing with the Lord.
And a war hero, too.
Look at this, a Purple Heart.
Hey, Keith, the Brown Bomber.
[Keith] Muhammad Ali would've knocked
him out. Way too fast for Joe Louis.
He can run, but he can't hide.
Hey, Dan, what the hell is this?
- [Dan] What you got there?
- I don't know. It's heavy.
Whatever this is, it ain't junior-grade.
My wife claws around flea markets
looking for this crap every weekend.
I'm telling you, this ain't normal.
This definitely ain't normal.
- Back up, buddy.
- Sorry.
[Keith] No problem.
- Professor Brooks?
- Yes.
I get a lot of these things.
Old rocks. Antique specials.
It seems like every
schmuck in the world
who finds a backyard arrowhead
mistakes me for Iris.
Put it here.
From Greek mythology.
She is the faithful voice of Zeus.
and commands respect
from mortals and from im...
...immortals.
- Where the hell'd you get this?
- From a perp's apartment.
- It's got this mark...
- Don't touch it.
This is over 450 years old.
It's the missing Primavera
from the Santa Trinita.
Is that the Nia, the Pinta
or the Santa Maria?
Oh, for God sakes, detective.
It's the oldest elliptic
arch bridge in the world.
It's in Florence, Italy.
Built by Ammanati.
This was one of four statues on it.
The Primavera, meaning "spring."
This head has been missing
since the Nazis blew up
the bridge in 1944.
My God! This is a gold mine!
A gold mine!
Yo!
[elevator dings]
Merry Christmas. From Tim Boyle.
Oh, wise guy.
[Tim] Mr. Hector Negron?
[children shouting]
[in Italian]
Darling, come back to bed.
Please. Enough.
I need a little break, OK, baby?
[Tim] They say you haven't
spoken or eaten in two days.
They'll try to force-feed you.
Make you rise, like Jesus.
Come on. I've hiked all over
I talked to everybody.
Cops, your sister.
Spoke to your cousin in San Juan.
You're clean as a board of health.
You got no kids, no debts, no enemies.
Four years in the service. Purple Heart.
Twenty-five years
of a great marriage,
till your wife's heart gave out.
So why you stick a German Luger
in a guy's chest
three months short of your retirement?
Five million dollars.
That's how much that head would
draw on the black market.
What's it doin' buried there
on the bottom of your closet?
You're looking at 25 to life, pal.
Unless you can afford a lawyer,
you're gonna swallow happy pills
in this nuthouse the rest of your life.
And you need help, mac.
[woman, in Italian] Enrico, what kind
of art dealer specializes in Nazi art?
Because it's a lucrative business.
[in Italian] You Americans love work
more than you love 'love.'
[groans]
[in Italian] My love,
are you ignoring me?
[Keith] Pina, no.
Don't come over here.
[in Italian] Enrico, you said
you only needed ten minutes.
I gotta catch up. World might've
ended, I wouldn't know
'cause we've been going at it
two days. For crying out loud.
[in Italian] The world is still here.
You and I are still here.
Baby, not right now.
There you go. Excuse me.
OK?
Oh, God. Oh, that feels good.
[Pina giggling]
You're killing me, baby.
[in Italian] Yes, I love you to death.
[sighs]
I...
Hmm? What is it, Mr. Negron?
I... I know.
You know what?
I know who the sleeping man is!
- [Tim] You know what?
- I know who the sleeping man is.
[bells tolling]
[child yelling in Italian]
[man whimpering]
Mama. I want mama.
Kill me now! Kill me now,
I wanna go home to my mama!
I don't wanna be here.
I wanna go home!
Kill me now! Kill me now!
Oh, Jesus, I want my mama!
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