Raw Deal Page #4

Yeah.

More than one?

Three. You want names

and addresses?

Smart, I like.

Smart-ass, I don't.

All right. Forget it. Go back to the party.

I want to talk to Mr. Rocca.

Nice meeting you.

I don't know.

You don't let him in

too far too fast.

Give him a little time

to impress us.

If he doesn't, we'll use him for

something dirty and dump him in the pit.

Cute, huh?

What a doll.

Yes, I think it would accessorize

the outfit beautifully.

What do you think?

Does it make you drool?

I would have picked exactly

the same one. That is my taste.

Yeah? Do you like

this one better?

- What do you think? Which one do you like better?

- Try it on.

- You don't mind sitting here?

- No. I like it.

- Okay. All right. I'll see you later.

- Bye.

All right.

- Well, this goes with the color. It's beautiful.

- Something in red?

Well, I think it's something...

It's just... red.

Why don't you just pick one?

I'll never make up my mind.

- Why don't you take them both?

- I can't afford them both.

I can.

Oh. You do that

too easy.

You always buying things

for the ladies?

- No. Not in a long time.

- Kiss her good-bye, shithead.

It's a stickup.

- Call security.

- Oh, really?

Just dial, dipshit!

We're being robbed

and beaten!

Oh!

Out of my way, b*tch!

I'm very hard to fit.

- This way!

- No, this way!

We're finished

shopping!

Yeah? Well, come up with something!

If it was possible, Luigi,

and I'm not so sure it is...

it's gonna take a lot of work

to pull this thing off.

- A lot of planning.

- Look. We get a floor plan.

We buy ourselves

an inside man and we go.

Our boy not only told me

where it is...

he told me they're moving it to a federal

depository for safekeeping next Tuesday.

- Oh, Jesus. This is crazy!

- Look, last week in New York...

$10 million won'th of cocaine

walked out of a police station.

- Nobody knows where the hell it is! It can be done.

- That was inside work.

I'm talking

a major f***ing job here!

It'll make Brinks

look like rolling a drunk.

There's 50 cops in that building any hour of

the day. How you gonna get 'em outta there?

Give 'em tickets

to the ball game?

A bomb.

Just blow the place up, huh?

The genius.

What are you

talking about?

Bomb threat. Whenever they get one,

they have to evacuate the whole building.

Yeah, sure.

If they believe it.

They get that sh*t all the time.

How you gonna guarantee they'd bite?

Make them nervous.

Make them believe someone is trying

to blow up every police station in the city.

- Hey! Where you going?

- Filling the vending machine.

- Where's Bobby?

- Ha! That's what the boss would like to know.

Hey, you guys bigger on

potato or corn chips?

The guys in the 6th don't touch the corn.

- 9th District, Sergeant Mora.

- Myself, I don't care, you know.

Okay, lady. Where are you?

Anybody hurt?

All right. Someone will be out

over there in a little while.

Well, it doesn't look like

they intended too much damage.

There's always the chance

the guy was a bad bomb maker.

- What're you doing here, Harry?

- Oh, just hoping that some...

half-assed, pro-life,

whale-loving terrorist didn't do it...

so the bureau doesn't have to get involved,

and we can leave it in your good hands.

- Hmm.

- It's crude. It's very crude.

How are ya, Harry?

Hello, Marvin. Yeah, I'm getting better.

How about yourself?

- Well, complaining doesn't make any difference, huh?

- Come get a shot of this.

So, what do you figure

this was?

Well, he thinks somebody was mad

at the vending machine.

Uh, look, you two kibbutz

somewhere else.

- You're impeding criminal science.

- Yes, yes, right.

So, how goes

your Patrovita case?

I find new angles

every day.

Believe me, he'll run out of options

before we run out of patience.

- I already have.

- Nobody can blame you.

Somebody said

they took you off this case.

Well, they don't control

all the hours of my day.

Don't mess around, Harry. We might have

something working that you don't know about.

My guess is that whatever

you've got working... won't work.

We're doing all we can.

Great. So am I.

I know with you it's personal, but we're

both after the same thing... justice.

Right, Harry?

Justice.

F*** justice!

Allow me.

There you go.

I don't really

want to lose you

But I don't want to go

What's new on

the domestic front?

I don't have the report

typed out yet.

I can tell the way they act

and their attitude

Remember that horse we used to look at?

I bought it.

What's on your mind, Max?

You.

What can he do for you

I can't?

This was your idea,

not mine.

Well, I didn't expect it

to go this far.

How far has it gone?

Does he climb into your pants

five times a day?

Is that what you wanna hear?

Not really.

I'd like to know it was me.

The only way you'll ever end up lying next

to me is if we're run down by the same car.

I like it when

you hurt me, baby.

Myself...

I'd rather give

than receive.

Wrong.

Ever think about

ever settling down

Max...

I don't think we're going to be

the kind of pals I hoped we'd be.

If a tear rolls from my eyes

I feel the hurt inside

As I reach out to you

I'm impressed.

I'm hungry.

I can't get out

You see, I'm tied

- The more we know each other,

the less you wanna see me.

Is this an approach you developed yourself,

or something you read in a book?

These guys from the dress shop

are going to be back...

and I don't want you around

when they do.

I like you.

Maybe more than you like me.

I don't know.

Unless you're gonna tell me you're married

or something, I'm not staying away.

You're married?

For a long time.

Where is she?

Far away from here.

Well...

that's a relief.

I thought I lost it.

All this great equipment,

and you're sitting on your hands.

I was telling myself, "He's a slow starter,

but it gets hot when he gets going. "

You're important to me.

You are a friend.

- You're more than a friend.

- "Friend. "

- You're more than that.

- We're friends.

When I wanna make friends,

I'll go to summer camp.

You wanna hear

something funny?

I was sort of flattered.

I thought you were going slow because

you thought this was real important...

and you didn't

wanna blow it.

It's gonna take me a long time to figure out

which of us is the biggest a**hole.

God! They don't make 'em like that anymore.

Whoo!

The whole thing

could blow up.

- Patrovita's gonna get Lamanski.

- Mmm.

As long as they keep cutting down

the right people, I don't give a sh*t.

Patrovita wants the money and the dope

the cops got when they raided him.

And he's gonna try

and get it.

You're kidding.

You know what happens

if we stop this?

Yeah. Since I'm the new boy,

they must figure that I'm the leak.

Let 'em have it.

This is not the reason we're in this.

- What about Lamanski?

- Considering how we're involved in this...

I can't be of much

help to you, Mark.

You're gonna have to

watch out for yourself.

You want out?

I started to call Amy

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