Prince of the City Page #4

...to protect yourself,

to protect your partners...

...if you perjure yourself for any reason

whatsoever, you'll be eaten alive.

Now, our cases will be forfeit.

Everything we do from this moment

forward will be destroyed.

Daniel, I represent a legal arm...

...of the government

of the United States of America...

...and I cannot allow that to happen.

Now, is there anything else?

Rick, I did three things.

All right.

All right. What do we do?

How do we start?

Just get me wired and sit back.

It'll happen.

Remember, the antenna

has to hang loose.

The battery pack, the transmitter,

they're always problems. They're bulky.

If you're frisked, they're hard to hide.

Oh, Dan, this is Agent Elroy Pendleton

and Bubba Harris.

- Dan Ciello.

- Hi, how are you?

- Hi there.

- Nice to meet you.

We're your backup. We'll be recording

you and be around in case you need us.

Good. Where you guys from?

- Dallas.

- Atlanta.

Hope you know the neighborhood.

I still get confused

down in Greenwich Village.

I know what you mean.

- Detective, could you sign here?

- Sure.

This stuff will be ready for you

in two weeks.

Okay, you work my precinct.

I don't give a f*** on what,

as long as I get my full cut.

Everything goes through Edelman.

Edelman, that other thing,

you work it out.

What other thing?

Captain's got somebody down

in the Southern District DA's office.

He's got a progress report

on an indictment he's ready to sell.

- Sell to who?

- An old friend of yours, Rocky Gazzo.

- Hey, Danny.

- Hey, Nicky.

- How you doing?

- Good to see you.

- You're looking good.

- Thanks. Louis, how are you?

- Nice to see you.

- Good to see you.

- How's the family?

- Everybody's good, Nick.

- So how's Maria and Aunt Angela?

- Maria's gonna have another baby.

- No kidding.

- And you know Mama...

...she thinks she set

the whole thing up herself.

I'm glad you're back.

I thought you'd be going to the dogs.

You kidding? I gave up the dogs.

They ain't never gonna catch the rabbit,

and I ain't never gonna catch them.

- Is Rocky still in Florida?

- Yeah. Sure.

Oh, here's the thing.

Rocky's got this guy, some assistant DA

from the Southern District, on his ass.

But I can buy the progress report.

- Good. Who's the DA?

- I don't know.

I gotta go through another cop.

- Who?

- A sergeant in the 1-4 named Edelman.

Guy's a f***ing matzo eater.

- You gonna vouch for him?

- Yeah, sure. He's got sources.

All right.

Rocky will be back

at the end of the week.

I'll set it up.

Hey, Danny, do the right thing here.

You put some bread on the table.

You understand?

Hey, let me ask you something.

You get your rocks off

putting Italians in jail?

You gonna start with me?

There ain't enough n*ggers out there

for you, you son of a b*tch?

Hey, it's 15 bucks a coif here.

Drink your coffee. Go ahead.

- Hey, Rocky.

- So how you been, kid?

Good. How are you, Rocky?

What's this sh*t I hear,

you're transferring out of Narcotics?

No. Where did you hear that? I'm in.

Good. We need you where you're at.

So who's this? You Edelman?

So now we've met.

Let's get out of here.

Danny, you like the jacket?

- I found a tailor in Florida.

- It fits good. Nice and snug.

- Where do you carry your piece?

- I don't carry that no more.

You guys know

why I don't carry no gun?

Because every n*gger I know

has got a gun.

Me, I got a little hatchet,

and I keep it right under the seat.

- You gotta be kidding.

- Telling you.

This is Agent Harris, leaving the diner,

trailing the subject.

You know...

...this f***ing Chase Commission thing

has got everybody crazy.

- I hate this f***ing job.

- Bullshit.

They're just pulling your prick, Danny.

It doesn't matter what you do.

You open a luncheonette,

you gotta cook.

You gotta work it to earn it.

Hey, do you wanna

stop breathing on me?

Listen, the cops,

you don't own the world...

...but you get to shake it a little,

right?

Yeah.

All right, get out.

I gotta see if you are wired.

Rocky, it's a f***ing insult!

You frisk him, you frisk me!

- Danny, I don't know this f***ing guy.

- Well, f***, Rocky, you know me.

Okay, what do you got?

- They're around here somewhere.

- I got them.

So long.

Like, get out, you know?

I'll catch you later.

- Better count it.

- You should've just given it to Edelman.

I don't give 10 big ones to some f***ing

kike cop on the first date, all right?

I give you the money, Danny.

You're responsible

it gets to where it's going.

It's one for the DA

and one for you guys.

- I just gotta give it to Edelman.

- Okay, but I give it to you.

I do business by the rules, Danny.

- You understand?

- Yeah.

I think the batteries leaked.

Don't move, Danny.

Sh*t!

A Baxter Street bail bondsman,

Danny.

- Bigtime fixer, Dave DeBennedeto.

- No.

- This one is a police officer.

- Yeah, that's Carl Alagretti.

- I worked with him a couple of times.

- Great.

And Alagretti's your entre

to DeBennedeto.

Dave's been calling all over town

about you.

Why do you always have to

shoot off your mouth, Ciello?

Everybody's talking about how some cop

is squealing to the Chase Commission.

Carl, let's not sit so close

to the TV set, okay?

- I can't get any kind of recording here.

- Man, that's not funny.

Listen, you ought to think

about coming over, Carl.

Lot of cops are doing it.

You see that waitress over there,

the one with no tits?

She's been wearing a wire

for six months.

She got a transmitter

stuffed right up her p*ssy.

He said by 11. It's 10 of 12.

- Was he wired tonight?

- How would I know?

He consults the spirits.

Thinks he's some kind of goddamn

gypsy fortune teller. "Tonight?"

"Oh, no. Tonight much danger.

No. No wire."

Also, he won't wear his gun.

Know where he keeps his gun now? In

his attach case in the trunk of his car.

I understand you're looking

to do us a favor here.

I want you to know I get nervous

when people try to do me favors.

I got something to earn.

It has to be right away.

So, what is it, Danny?

You remember Martinez?

You bonded him.

He says he paid you back.

He's waiting for trial on Rikers.

He says he got a tape on you

where you admit he paid you.

Now you're squeezing him.

If you don't stop, he'll play the tape.

That's a felony.

Now let me tell you something.

He's a rat f*** and a punk.

He ain't got the heart

to wear a wire around me.

You know what I do

if I catch him wearing a wire?

I stick it up his f***ing ass,

and I pull it out his mouth.

Nobody, nobody wears a wire

around me. I can smell them.

It's God's truth, Danny.

I never seen nothing like it.

You know what, Dave?

You're an a**hole.

I don't know how you got

what you got.

You think I'm some kind of rat

or something?

We know the same people,

you understand what I'm saying?

You ain't half as tough

as you think you are.

Martinez made you, you fat f***.

Hey, f***.

Nobody talks to me like that...

...not even my friends.

I have a theory about that gun, Rick.

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