Serpico Page #5

He won't be hard to spot.

He's a mover. This is prime time.

Since we're partners,

you gotta know the situation.

Straight off.

I collect for the division...

me and two other bagmen.

That's what Keough

was sort of hinting at.

Three of us pick up

the payoff twice a month.

Hey!

Look, there he is.

Son of a b*tch!

- Look out!

- You stupid bastard!

Where's the money?

You been jerking me around,

you f***! Huh?

Ain't no money!

I'm behind now, man!

Three times you never show,

right?

I'll have it for you tonight,

I swear.

Don't bust me!

Last time, Vernon.

The last time.

You f*** me and you're gone,

you hear? You hear? Huh?

See you at the Domino,

midnight.

And you'd better have $300, ya f***.

You hear? Right? Right?

All right, Frank.

I keep this place

for socializing.

Someday we'll get a couple of

broads, huh? Have a little party.

Make some ice.

Booze is right over here.

So what do you think, Frank?

About the money?

Look, Don...

if I was broke, if I had a family-

I don't know.

But I'm not broke,

and I don't have a family.

So why the f*** stick my neck out?

It's already out, Frank-

not taking the money.

It's better the other guys

don't know that.

Hey, I tell you what I'll do.

I'll hold your share

for you, huh?

You change your mind,

it'll be right in here.

Right in here,

right down to the penny, huh?

Hey. Look at that.

- What are you drinking?

- Give me a scotch.

Next thing I wanna do, I wanna

get a color TV for the games.

Hey, how about some gin?

Penny a point. Huh?

Yeah.

Let me ask him first.

Hello, Frank.

Get in.

My God, Frank.

This is confidential.

He's a police officer.

I thought maybe he could sit in.

No, absolutely not.

All right, all right.

I notified Commissioner Delaney

about everything you told me.

He wants you to stay where you are

and continue to collect information.

Then you'll be

his eyes and his ears.

He said he was delighted

that, quote...

"A man of integrity

had surfaced," unquote.

When do I hear from him?

He said he'd reach out for you

when the time comes.

Reach out?

See, you know, my situation's

pretty f***in' sticky up there.

I mean, what am I supposed to do?

Just wait for him...

- You must have patience, Frank.

- But it's pretty f***ing sticky.

Patience and faith.

When a man like the commissioner

says he'll get in touch with you...

he'll get in touch with you.

Good-bye, son.

God bless you.

All right, now.

Marinda's too hot.

We got to lay off him

for a couple of months.

And listen, Falco's got two runners

he ain't paying for.

Check that f***ing guy out, huh?

Hey, Frankie, how are you?

- How are you?

- Rubello's being transferred...

so you're gonna have to work

with a new bagman.

Al Sarno, I want you to meet Frank

Serpico. This'll be your new man.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Listen, you know that operation

down by Hunt's Point, the new one?

What are we gonna do about that?

Who are we givin' to?

You the new bagman,

you prick?

What happened to Rubello, you son

of a b*tch? You narco cop f***er!

Wait a minute.

You know, Frank,

sometimes I ask myself...

what the f*** am I doing?

You know,

if this ever came out...

Christ, my family.

My daughter.

She just started

with the San Francisco Opera.

Chorus.

Took a lot of money.

I once tried to pull out.

Christ, they were all over me.

So you...

just go along.

Unless you're willing

to go back to uniform duty.

Sh*t.

How the money rolls in.

- Here. Let me give you yours now.

- I'm not on.

- What do you mean, you're not on?

- Just what I said.

I'm not on.

I don't take money.

- Some gag. Here.

- No, I told you straight.

I don't take money,

and that's the truth.

- What were you doing with Rubello?

- Ask Rubello.

Your nut-

where's it been going?

Ask Rubello.

All right, then, sir.

I'll go to Delaney myselfthen.

- That would not be advisable.

- You don't understand, Captain.

- It's been weeks. Not a word.

- I understand perfectly.

No, but, Captain,

now they know I'm not on.

I've done all I can do.

Good-bye, Frank.

He's out.

Won't do another f***ing thing.

Blair, I'm telling you, nothing's

gonna happen from the inside.

The top guys have been

cops too long.

You haven't heard from

Commissioner Delaney, have you?

No, not a f***ing word.

Would you be willing to go

outside the department?

Where could we go?

Would you believe

the mayor's office?

- The mayor's office?

- His right-hand man...

guy named Jerry Berman,

from Princeton.

You knew I knew somebody.

That's the somebody I know.

And he cares, Frank.

He really cares.

- You know what we're doing?

- Yeah.

- We're going outside the department.

- That's right.

Dynamite.

Every plainclothes man

in the division...

and one,

maybe two lieutenants?

That is dynamite.

That is incredible.

That is 150...

That is $250,000 a year...

but that is just one precinct.

Oh, that is amazing!

See, what I feel is needed here

is, like, a real investigation.

And I am sure that the mayor

will see this immediately.

McCIain and Delaney...

they have done nothing?

Oh, man.

That is amazing.

Another thing.

See, in a couple of days...

they're gonna have

a meeting of the pad.

Oh, right.

- Frank is in a very tough spot.

- I can see that.

Rumors. See, I have heard rumors,

but never touching it directly.

And for an on-the-line cop to come

forward like this is beautiful.

Really, Frank, I mean...

you have my respect

and my sympathy...

for what you've been

going through, man.

Wow.

Hello.

This is Jerry Berman.

Is he there?

All right. I'll hold on.

Well?

Tell me what happened,

Paco.

I'd like a drink.

That guy is gonna

go to the mayor.

To the mayor!

Come here, Alfie. We're all

gonna go to the mayor together.

You know that?

I couldn't be

any more embarrassed.

It's like a personal defeat.

However...

there are priorities.

What are the priorities,

Jerry?

The priorities are...

a long, hot summer ahead...

and riots are expected...

and the mayor cannot

alienate the police force.

Now, in the fall...

Now, in the fall,

it may be possible...

to take another look

at the situation.

All right, fine.

I'm sorry.

They're all rotten.

Chickenshit.

The whole f***ing

system's corrupt.

- Who's there?

- It's me. I gotta talk to ya.

You know, Frank, you're behaving

like a goddamn child. You hear?

Let him in.

You let him in.

I'm sorry, Frank. I'm sorry

I got you into the whole thing.

Bullshit! I got me

into this whole thing.

"Wow. Amazing!

"Dynamite!

Beautiful! Dynamite!

Priorities. Priorities."

You and your big-deal friends,

your contacts...

your big bullshit names.

Bob Blair, the big operator

from Princeton.

The mystery man with the connections,

the hot line to the mayor.

Who the f*** do you think you are,

you son of a b*tch?

You come looking for help,

whining, mealy-mouthed...

with your humble-pie act-

the saint, the injured innocent.

Who told you the department

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