Thief
- R
- Year:
- 1981
- 122 min
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It's a hot car from
Charleston. They're running a name check now.
- Calling Matthews...
- It's stolen or missing.
Wanted for robbery and escape...
Ford, uh, four-door.
Can you make it to Melrose and...
It's the north-side zone. It's...
1,300 feet a second?
See if 32 has got him.
Are you clear?
We have
a purse snatch that's just occurred...
You're clear here.
Yeah. Come on.
- Mornin'.
- Yeah, mornin'.
What to it, Captain?
Cold.
Mackerel run when it's cold.
You want a danish?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Look at that, huh?
Hmm.
That's magic.
That's what that is, man.
That's the Sky Chief.
Ain't that Sky Chief somethin'?
Huh?
Yeah.
You bet.
Yo, Bruce.
Want to finish cleanin' up that LTD?
Move it up to the front line.
Get rid of this green Merc.
Hey, Bruce.
Park the Mark IV
under the lights.
Hey, John!
Spot this Cougar
on the corner for me, will ya?
Hey, sugar, those transfer titles
come in from the Vehicle Bureau?
Nope. Ralph got tied up
on the Chrysler with the cracked block.
- Get Barry for me, will you?
- He also had to drop some parts...
and you wanted him to make
the Laundromat collection?
- Yeah.
- Barry? Hold on.
- You got him?
- Yeah, 232.
Hey. Listen, I don't know how long
I'm gonna be with the man...
the Vehicle Bureau...
and pick up some transfer titles
in my name, all right?
Bye. Bye.
Put your hand out.
Morning, Frank. Didn't see you come in.
Would you like breakfast?
No, just some coffee, thanks.
Thank you.
All right!
What do you make it?
It's, uh, 59...
You got a one and a half
to three-carat spread.
550,000 wholesale.
I'll take 185,000.
- I'll take it myself.
- Fine.
Have someone swing around tomorrow morning.
Look, these people want to meet you.
What?
They're stand-up guys.
- I want to meet people, I'll go to a f***in' country club.
- Okay, okay.
You want me to put some
of your end out on the street?
Barry will collect it.
You down the bread to him
at 3:
00 this afternoon.You'll double your money
in three months.
My money goes in the bank.
You put your money
on the street.
Hey, give me the check.
Forget it.
Listen,
Yeah.
That's a new sweater.
It's nice.
Oh. Yeah, thanks.
- Then I'll pick you up at 8:00.
- Bye.
Tell him to, uh, see me...
the minute he gets, uh,
back here...
and, uh...
Sure.
...sh*t under a hot rock, man.
Hey, Frank, Frank, Frank.
What's doin', boss man?
Hey, give me my wrench back!
Here's your tool.
Not the mama one you gave me.
Can't work without a tool,
goddamn it.
I try my best.
I see you didn't do it.
"Nothing new ever happens
around here...
Making your life happen...
like you said...
collecting your debt
back from society...
I gotta see ya.
Your pal, Okla."
"Gotta see ya."
In a moment,
Arizona senator denies as false and libelous...
rumors that he has connections
with the underworld.
News time, 1:
02.- Gimme a total, will ya?
- All right.
- Oh, Barry's been callin' you.
- When?
I don't know.
Couple of times last half hour.
- What?
- Three times.
532-9234.
- Gimme the phone, will ya?
- Yeah.
Hello?
- Where are you?
- The hell you been?
- You make the pickup?
- I'm in a goddamn phone booth.
Trying to find a phone that works in
this city. I have not made the pickup.
We got a problem.
Can you talk?
- No. You see our man?
- No, 'cause there was no man.
Gags took a walk
through his 12th-story window.
He's splattered
all over the sidewalk.
What do you want to do?
Did he down our merch?
Is he gone? Did he carry
the cash on him? What?
I'm talking
to somebody's somebody.
I will know in 25 minutes.
Get the work car and meet me
at Armitage and Lincoln.
Jimmy, here, here.
On the side,
Gags was laying down juice loans...
on the street
for this Attaglia, right?
He was turning in
the vig money...
but he was putting
in his pocket the principal.
They found out
he was screwing 'em over.
They went crazy.
Ba-boom.
- Gags down our merch?
- Yeah. At the R.D. Lounge.
Pauli saw it go down.
It was your money in Gags' pocket
when he went out the window.
You keep this runnin'.
Can I help you?
Yes, please.
I'd like to see a Mr...
- I want a cup too.
- Sure. Where's your cup?
Back by the machine.
I'm sorry. What were you saying?
Yes. Mr. Attaglia.
I'd like to see him.
You've made a delivery of some plating,
and I had problems with it.
Just a minute.
There's someone to see you
about some plating.
Okay.
- Back there.
- Thank you.
I'm Mr. Attaglia.
You didn't get a delivery
or somethin'? Sit down.
Zinc? What?
My name is Frank...
and that was bullshit.
- What is this?
- "This" is Joe Gags.
185,000 of my money.
We have this problem.
What problem?
What are you talkin' about?
He was moving
my merchandise...
so the money in his pocket when
he went out the window is my money.
This is a plating company.
What are you telling me this sh*t?
"Sh*t"? I want my money.
Hey, I don't know
what you're talkin' about...
Mr. Frank La La... whatever.
- Some guy die?
- Yes.
The estate goes to probate. Take it to
probate court. What do you bug me with this?
I come here to discuss
And what are you gonna do?
You gonna tell me fairy tales?
Who the f*** are you, slick?
Somebody knows you?
What are you, crazy?
I don't know you.
I don't know
Get outta here. Carl!
Go ahead,
get the f*** outta here.
- Hold it.
- All right, all right.
Jesus Christ.
All right, do what he says.
- Do what he says.
- Lay down.
Go ahead.
Put your hands on your head.
Spread your legs. Now.
Hey, you, you goof!
Look at the wall.
I am the last guy
in the world...
that you want to f*** with.
You found
my money on Gags.
Let us pretend you don't know
whose money it is.
That's right.
I don't know who you are.
Three hours.
I will call to set a meet.
You will pay me my money...
$185,000.
Sit down.
Thanks for comin' on down
so soon.
I was comin' anyway.
- How's it goin'?
- Me?
I am doin' terrific.
Every day is a surprise.
It is real f***in' weird
out there.
It is nothing
like we figured out.
So what's to it, my man?
Same old sh*t. Morris finally busted
Red's pruno operation.
- And a lot of knifings going on.
- Yeah. Dope?
Yeah, that and sex.
You wouldn't believe the quality
of people they're puttin' in here.
Ten or 15 years ago, they'd have
dumped 'em in a funny farm somewhere.
Rapists, child molesters.
They put that sh*t in here
with the mainstream population.
Used to be, somebody like that,
if they lasted five days, it'd be a record.
Perverse.
How's the wife?
The wife?
There's nothing with the wife.
I pulled the plug.
What happened?
Uh, I, uh...
She does not know
I'm putting down scores...
and the rocket scientist that she is, she figures out...
That I am having affairs
with fancy ladies.
Anyway, it gets all screwy
and twisted.
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