The Case Against Brooklyn Page #3

Now the changes for the third race.

Scratch, Molly Q. Jockey substitution.

Mr McCoy will be ridden by...

Come on, I want to get in on this race,

quarantine my watch.

Take his bet.

If you don't mind,

I'll hold on to the bank.

They shouldn't be

disappointed I didn't wait.

Mr McCoy moving up, Uncle Barney

in fourth, Pam on the outside.

They're coming out of

the line of finish and it's...

Uncle Barney by a nose, Marley Q by

a length and a half, Mr McCoy by a length

followed by...

-Uncle Barney on the nose.

Cheque's good, pay the man.

I think we ought to cover ourselves

and spread some of it around a bit.

Good idea, Finelli, will do.

Hey!

What are you doing?

-Oh. I'm sorry, officer,

I got jerked, I locked myself out.

Do you live around here?

-Yeah, that's right.

A couple of blocks over,

251 Anthony Place.

Let's see your registration.

-Sure.

What was the date today?

Well we've cleared thirty G's.

Good... good, Finelli.

OK?

-You'd better get yourself a new place.

Those out of towners are

only good for thirty days.

Thanks.

Good night, officer.

Hey, you!

The horse rooms were located.

Motion pictures, photographs,

tape recordings were made.

A mountain of evidence was collected.

But none of this led beyond the small fry.

The petty hirelings of the syndicate.

The problem remained:

How to find the higher ups and the police

who were selling protection?

Good, good, Finelli.

If that reporter thought he was

hurting us with that TV broadcast,

he ought to come to us to the bank.

Rogers, I think now is the time to order

the complete shift of police personnel.

A real shake up.

The word'll be passed around, new

contacts made and protection arranged for.

This business is too lucrative

to stop even for one day.

Oh, I agree. A lot of the reorganisation

will be done on the phone, fast.

Now we're in a position to pick it up.

I see the heat's on, even in here.

At least this heat can't

send a man to Flatbush.

Oh, Rudi, it's er... Sergeant Bonney,

he's your new contact.

You're gonna like our laundry service,

Sergeant.

You better take a good gander,

so you don't make any mistakes.

I'll recognise you.

You got that cop look.

What's that?

Like you never missed a meal in your life.

Finelli said there was this

guy hanging around the alley.

When he spotted Finelli, he took off fast.

Was he wearing sneakers?

Sneakers or floor shines, who cares?

If he was wearing sneakers,

probably he's a second storey man

casing the joint for a heist.

Sure, what else?

Any cheap crook thinks one

of you knocks off a bookie

will be scared to go to the cops.

I'll keep an eye open.

Any guy gets ideas will be

telling it to the coroner.

That's right, Sergeant, do your duty.

I'm worried.

I've been worried ever since Fat

Boy spotted me in that alley.

You think Finelli caught on?

I don't know... Could be.

Look, Pete, let's stay clear for a while.

Nope.

We do that, we'll never get anything done.

We've gotta make that pass tonight.

Pete, why take a chance?

Why blow the whole thing?

If you feel that way about it,

I'll pick up the tape myself.

You can sit this one out.

Come on, you know I wouldn't

feel right about that.

I can't force you, Jess.

OK... OK, you win...

What time? Where do we meet?

Make it 2 am, huh.

I've got a date with Lil tonight.

She told me,

Gus was in hock to the bookies.

Now I want to get the blow by blow

and the why and the how he died.

What happens if they strike out?

-Well...

Weekend in Atlantic City, huh?

There you can really find

out everything she knows.

Two chicken salads,

two coffees and, er...

And two aspirin.

It's just nerves.

Doctor said I shouldda had kids, but I

kept putting it off, I don't know why.

Now, I'll tell you about my operation.

It's your turn, you talk.

What do you want to know?

I don't think you're really

the kind of guy you pretend to be.

You know, the easy come, easy go,

around the world in a balloon type, I...

I don't think that's your type at all.

-No. Please what is my type?

I think you're a serious Joe.

See something. See something

you want and you go after it.

Is that bad?

-I like the serious type.

The...'do it for kicks' guys...

They disown me.

Hey, can I join the party?

Well, Mr. Harris invited me out, Rudi.

Did you invite Rudi too.

No.

He says you're not invited.

-Want to be alone, huh?

OK.

Pretty sensitive type, huh?

One day,

he's ready to move in and play house.

Did you know him from before?

-I met him the night Gus was beat up.

Oh, yeah. Why was your husband beat up?

Bookies, I guess. He owed them a mint.

Did Gus kill himself?

You don't by any chance have

a connection to an insurance company?

Oh, forget it. And tell me about yourself.

Oh, come on, we better eat

before we catch that show, huh?

Thanks, Pete,

I enjoyed the show very much.

How about making me a cup of coffee?

I don't think I'd better...

Besides, I don't have any coffee.

How about tea?

Hot wire,

That's what I'm afraid of getting in to.

There's an actor

that parks his car in the garage

who gave me two tickets for

a play next Wednesday night.

All right.

I'll pick you up about seven o'clock?

No, we'll pick it up from here.

Promise?

And I'll circle the block once,

so that'll be plenty of time.

Look Pete...

-Do you want to drive? I'll do it myself.

Take care of yourself.

Police.

Look, wait a minute.

It's a cop.

Jess... Jess!

And you just happened to be in the alley?

I got... I got a tip somebody was...

trying to break in to the Barbers shop.

Who tipped you?

-An informer.

It must have been Finelli.

-I've never heard of Finelli.

And I tell ya I didn't know

Jess Johnson was a cop.

Mr Norris, you better take me to a doctor.

Come on and fight!

-Oi! Cut it, will you!

Come on yer...!

Did you like his wife better?

He won't be an officer for very long and

neither will you if you try that again.

Right.

I want you hear what's

on this tape recorder.

Play it so he can hear.

Listen, Bonney.

If that D.A. thinks shuffling around a bunch

of flatfeet would drive us out of business,

he better get himself a new crystal ball.

Just because the D.A.'s driving a three

year old car is no reason why we should.

What's the orders?

Business as usual... deliver

the bundle on the first same as always.

New man's name is Bonney, got it?

Bonney... OK, I'll see he's taken care of.

Do you want to hear it again, Bonney?

So you didn't know he was a cop?

Did you know what was on that tape?

How could I know?

Who else was in on the tick?

And who's the boss?

You want to know how it's gonna sound

in court when I try you for murder?

You want to know what

the jury's gonna hear?

You think you'll convince them

you were just doing a job?

Shooting a prowler!

We book him for conspiracy

and first degree murder.

Stay here while I call

the Police Commissioner.

Sit down.

I want some... some water.

I'll get it for you.

I was just getting him

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