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...

Get those bodies down!

- 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.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

- 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.

I heard about you.

[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,

eighth floor peanut gallery.

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.

- Thank you. Thank 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.

This thing looks expensive.

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.

She flies from place to place

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

New York asking about you.

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.

But my story could help you.

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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