The Case Against Brooklyn Page #6

anything to do with it?

Now, what do want to listen to cops for?

Forget about 'em.

Think about yourself.

Do your self some good. Here, look...

I'm gonna take a vacation.

I'm sorry, Rudi.

That cop, huh? Still carrying a torch.

Guess I am.

Don't you know he did a job on you.

Why you just hear him

laughing it up with her.

Telling her how you made

with the hearts and flowers.

How come you know so much

about what he said to his wife?

I get around.

-A laundry driver?

Forget it.

-No.

It sounds like you know what he said.

You did listen, didn't you?

I said forget it. Tell him...

-Why?

Because you've said too much

and because I know too much

and if I know too much you'll have

to kill me the way you killed her.

Look, I don't kill anybody.

I only take orders.

So they'll give you orders to

kill me and you'll kill me.

They don't even need me to do it.

Don't you know what this is?

This is a million bucks.

One million bucks every week.

They've got hundreds of runners.

The whole city's sewed up.

Cops right up to the top.

They can squash you like a bug, and me.

My face squashed Gus.

-Shut up.

You killed him! You were

there and you beat him up!

Now, you listen to me and you listen hard.

You shoot off your mouth

and what happened to Gus

is nothing to what'll happen to you.

You remember that.

Pete.

From us, Captain Wills,

you always get kerb service.

Bags.

It's the Inter Urban Laundry,

Protona Area 112th.

Got it.

Be needing this paper, Mr Edmondson?

Just the race results.

There's a story on page one:

Woman was killed.

It was an accident.

Bonney, Johnson, Mrs Harris.

All accidents! Look, I've had it.

Take a walk, Rudi, this is private.

According to my figures you've taken over

thirty grand from us in the past six years.

We were looking the other way

when the bookies came around.

Not for murder.

-I can see your point.

Look I can't take any more.

There's a letter in my pocket.

My resignation from

the force for reasons of health.

I'm turning it over to

the Commissioner tomorrow.

Tear it up, Wills.

We need you right where you are.

At the police station.

If you resign now, others will panic.

We've got an organisation

we have to keep running.

The D.A.'s on my back,

there's an investigation,

three of my men are on the list...

Now, pull yourself together,

nobody's testified against us yet.

I'm through, Edmondson,

one way or another I am through.

All right, Wills.

Let's play table stakes.

You're afraid of what the D.A.

will do to you.

Well, we have a lot more to lose.

That's my hand, Wills.

You want to call it?

You be that hunter.

Hold it right there.

Drop it.

Get in there.

Harris!

You know him?

He's a cop.

-That Harris?

Yeah, he was just standing

there listening. He was alone.

I'm afraid, Harris,

you know too much.

Another accident?

-Should I send him back to the D.A.?

Where does it end?

-You ask too many questions.

Rudi.

Come on... I'll split her ass for

police protection... Can it, Captain.

Hold it!

Drop it, Rudi.

Drop it!

The smashing of the bookie ring is

the big, big story in Brooklyn today.

And here is some candid camera

shots to tell you that story.

This is the laundry where

it all happened last night.

The raid produced the names

of dozens of police officers

who have been selling

protection to the bookies.

With the arrest of millionaire

boss bookie, Ralph Edmondson,

District Attorney Norris struck

a death blow at the syndicate

that has been terrorising Brooklyn.

I was wondering how

you was feeling, Pete?

Oh, I feel fine... fine, thanks.

I came to say goodbye.

I won't be around any more,

I'm selling the garage.

There's nothing to keep me around here.

Is there?

No, I guess not.

Good luck.

Yeah, well, I'll see you around.

Yeah, sure.

It's a nice day.

For Brooklyn.

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