The Case Against Brooklyn Page #4

a drink of water and he...

You better get down there.

You stay here.

What are you doing?

I gotta spend more time

nearer the apartment.

Now.

-Now.

Polombo woman gave me an important lead.

She told me her husband was beat up by

the bookies just before he was killed.

I got a plan.

I want to find out who's behind all that.

You might wind up killed too, like Jess.

Jess's death was an accident.

Couldn't be helped.

Pete, do you have to go through with this?

-Get out, I gotta go through with it, OK?

No, honey, no,

I could tell them that I'm quitting...

because my little wife is afraid.

I am afraid.

Not just because of the danger.

Well then, what is it?

It's what's happening to you.

Nothing else matters any more.

Is the job so important?

-Yeah, it's important to me.

Look, Janey...

I gotta make it.

Don't you understand that?

I'll pass Finelli a big cheque

and then close up my account at the bank.

He'll send his collector's around

and I'll squat with the cops.

See, that way, we'll get

a line on the muscle men

and maybe on the police

at the same time, right?

If you live to tell us about it.

-I can take care of myself.

I'll be waiting for him.

-Norris won't go for it, Harris.

Yeah...?

OK, it was just an idea.

What's my next move?

-We raided the room behind the barber shop.

It was empty.

They were tipped off.

You find the new horse room,

keep on betting.

I'm assigning another man to work

with you and tap the new lines.

Harris found out from

the corner shoe shine boy...

That Finelli had moved his

horse room behind Tony's bar.

There he deliberately

passed a bad cheque...

... worth $300.

Yeah...

Oh, Lil, hello.

I was calling about tonight.

I hadn't seen you around so long,

I thought maybe you'd forgotten.

The show? No, no, no I didn't forget,

it's just that... well, I've been busy.

You know, er... problems, problems.

Oh, well, maybe I can help you with them.

Now, listen, you take

that understanding note out of your voice

or I'll be crying on your shoulder.

Well, maybe I'd like that.

Never tried the Girl Scout bit.

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

Seven will be fine.

Now, where are my merit badges?

Bye.

And you're making a big mistake, buddy.

Get over there.

Up against the counter.

Come on, move!

You're trying to kill...

-Come on, pull your feet out.

Closing up that bank account.

Didn't you think we'd notice?

Who sent you here? Finelli

or the guy that gives him his orders?

What's the difference?

Police Department, 65th Precinct.

Get smart, buddy. Take a black eye

now instead of a black box later.

Hello, my name's Harris. Now, get this.

Apartment 3C, 251 Anthony Place.

I got a couple of goons here sent

up by the bookies to work me over.

Look, they're gonna be two dead muscle

men if you don't get over here fast.

Officer, what's your name?

Who am I speaking too?

Rudi, help me get out of here!

Rudi, let me in!

Let me in!

You boys looking for guy called Harris?

Says bookies are giving him some trouble.

He was plain drunk.

Operator.

-Operator...

Would you please try Evergreen 40598?

Yes, I've been trying him for about

a half hour and the line seems to be busy.

Would you check it for me?

I'm sorry, that line is out of order.

I'll report it for you.

Thank you.

Pete?

Pete, I've been trying

to reach you for an hour.

You said you'd be home for dinner.

We have a date tonight with Neils.

Hello?

Who do you want?

Pete Harris... Is this Evergreen 40598?

Is this Evergreen 40598?

You have the wrong number.

You don't tell me you're his sister.

I... I happen to have a date with him.

Well, he's in the pokey, deary.

What happened?

He was exchanging compound

fractures with a couple of gorillas.

I've had fights in my apartment

before but never one like this.

Not even among the married people.

You see him in jail

tell him to stay there.

I ain't running no Madison Square Garden.

He wants to see you.

Says his name's Harris.

Yeah, I remember.

Right send him in, I'll handle it.

Take him in.

-Yeah, all right. Don't get pushy.

Look, Captain...

I don't like to be pushed around, see.

All right, all right.

What's this all about?

I owe the bookies a wad.

They sent a couple of

strong-arms over to collect.

I call the cops. Who gets pinched? Me!

Look, I wanna get one thing straight,

Captain.

Who gets protection around here?

Me or the bookies?

Did you actually see anything

to back up this story.

No, sir, just plain drunk.

Yeah, I can smell it from here.

Look, I'm not drunk.

Let him sleep it off.

See how he feels about it in the morning.

Look, Captain, there's a horse room on

B Street, the boss's name's Finelli!

Look, I'm not drunk!

I'm not drunk!

I'm not drunk!

Er... yes?

Does... Pete Harris live here?

My husband isn't home now.

Well... My name is Polombo.

Pete parks his car in my...

in my husband's garage.

There's... there's been a fight and...

-What happened?

Well, the cops took Pete in

and we think you'd better call a lawyer.

I... Oh, sure. I'll call right away.

Well...

Bye.

Goodbye,

and thank your husband for me too.

Sure... sure.

District Attorney Norris please,

this is Mrs Pete Harris.

No, it's personal.

Ask him to call me.

It's urgent.

Cos it's all a bunch lies,

that's the difference.

Bunch of lies.

Well, there's one thing

that's no lie, Lil...

I got plenty of loot.

What about your wife and kids?

They got to come along too.

I got no wife and kids.

How's a girl to know.

What's with this wife and kids routine?

You know that Pete Harris, huh?

Yeah.

You think he's single, huh?

-I don't know.

Yeah, you think he lives around here, huh?

Well, he doesn't live around here.

He lives at 733 Standford in

a hold barred apartment.

I was over there the other night and he's

married and he's got a pretty wife.

And the whole time he's

around here giving me a run.

Well, I'm gutted, what's his racket?

I don't know, beats me.

Maybe he's queer for

widows who run garages.

Oh, I've had it.

I'm goin' home give me my shoe.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute,

you can't walk, I'll drive you.

Oh, no you don't.

Thanks just the same but,

I know that old bit. You drive me home

the next thing I know you want to

come upstairs for a cup of coffee,

and the next thing I know I'll be

frying your eggs in the morning

and washing your shirt.

No thanks, Rudi, good night.

It's our old foe, Pete Harris.

We goofed, Captain, he's a copper.

OK, now try the phone.

Hello.

-Henry's Delicatessen?

You have the wrong number.

-Sorry.

Everything OK?

-Yeah.

Finelli? Tell the cops we're all set.

I can spring Harris now.

Hey! Taxi!

Oh, Pete, oh...

Your face!

What did they do...?

Oh, forget it,

you should see the other guy.

Get him.

What happened?

-The D.A. wanted proof. Well, I've got it.

I'll get a compress.

District Attorney's office.

Hello, this is Pete Harris,

can I reach Mr Norris?

Hello Harris, this is Heller.

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