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for you to remember...

is gonna be my name:

Sergeant Urizzi.

Urizzi. Why's that?

Because I'm gonna do

good things for ya.

What for?

Good-conduct medal?

Nah.

I'm here to make life

easy for you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Smooth out the bumps and the humps.

You know...

your relationship with us.

I didn't know I had one.

Look, we're your new partners.

We're in for ten points.

What'd this set you back?

Ten points of what?

You know.

The guy? Leo.

Your action.

I don't get this.

What's with you?

Listen.

Our end...

goes with the territory.

Don't you know

you gotta come up?

I am a car salesman.

You guys want a deal

on a Buick, come on.

- Hey, motherf***er...

- Wait, wait.

Don't you come on to me.

And you...

You want to pinch me, pinch me.

I'll be out in ten minutes.

If not,

get the f*** off my car!

You all right?

What does this mean?

It means...

heat, police.

Means it's hard for me

to make moves from now on.

Beepers on the cars,

the works.

Are they in the walls? Can they

hear everything we say all the time?

Probably it's just the phones,

but I'll check.

You're uneasy.

F*** this house.

We move.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Bastards.

-

- Hey, Jos Greco, sit down.

I got this business deal

from your end of the L.A. Score.

Want me to put some of it

to work for you?

- Street juice?

- "Juice"? You couldn't get me out of bed for that.

We're not cuttin' up

nickels here.

Shopping centers.

Fort Worth,

Davenport, Jackson.

Strictly legit.

- My money goes in my pocket.

- Yours if you want in.

Gonna give you

everything you need.

You don't have to tell me now.

Let me know later.

Let you know?

What I want to know is...

why the minute I get locked up with you,

everybody knows my business.

My house is bugged.

My wife is upset.

The guy at the Vehicle Bureau

wants a fur coat.

There's a cop tail half a block

down the street. My car is bugged.

Here. This one behind the bumper

I'm supposed to find.

The other one in the wheel well is

supposed to fool me. What the hell is this?

- Leave it to me.

- Leave what to you? Do it!

I said I'll take care of it.

- What about burning the vault?

- What about it?

- Can you do it?

- I don't know.

Okay.

Fifth alarm system?

Nothing yet.

Okay.

What else you got

on your mind?

What are you talking about?

You got family troubles?

Somethin' with the old lady?

- What is this, Dear f***in' Abby?

- You tryin' to adopt a kid?

How you know that?

Barry mentioned to Mitch,

Mitch to me.

You got friends.

Lighten up, for chrissake.

Why don't you come to me

with your problems?

What am I,

a f***in' stranger?

I take care of my people.

Anything you want.

You and me, we do business.

I do not mix apples and oranges.

- Yeah, bullshit.

- "Bullshit"?

Yeah.

With my wife, with my kids...

that's my whole life.

We are very tight.

Kids are special, a miracle.

A little hoochie-coo,

drop of energy...

wham, bam, magic Sam...

there's something

sacred there.

That's my attitude.

What happens?

You state your model.

Black, brown, yellow or white.

Boy or girl.

Where from?

Couple of ladies.

They got babies to sell.

- Their own. They sell 'em.

- Jesus!

It's not the kid's fault

his mother's an a**hole.

And you're not buyin' the mother. You're

not gonna get a kid on the straight.

I want a boy.

- Done.

- Hmm?

Done. You got a boy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- I got a boy?

Yeah.

What else you want?

- You son of a b*tch!

- Hey, Mitch, get the...

Yeah! You got a boy.

Get outta here.

Gimme a phone, will ya?

Right.

Hey, Jess.

It's okay. Go ahead.

Hey, pal.

What are you doin'?

You playin' sick in here?

I got three chicks

waitin' for you on the street.

You're gonna get me in trouble.

Goof.

Oh, this is my wife, Jessie.

Frank.

Code blue.

You'll have to leave.

- No.

- You'll have to leave.

Frank, come on.

After the hearing...

Judge Ramsey's court

writ him mittimus papers.

The board had

to release him to me.

On the stairs outside...

he just dropped.

What did he whisper to you?

He said, uh...

he said thanks, you know...

for gettin' him out.

That's the big thing,

you know...

not to die in that joint,

not to die in there.

It's a big thing.

- Who's Mr. Bertinneau's family?

- I am.

Look, I'm sorry

he didn't make it.

If there's anything

I can do, uh...

- Are you okay?

- I'm sorry.

Do you want to sit down?

Refill.

That's a nice baby.

You lucky you got

such a nice baby.

Thank you very much.

Can you warm this up?

Sure, no problem.

What his name, huh?

No name, not yet.

So... here we are.

Are you okay?

Long, long, long, long time.

You see that?

Okla dies,

and our baby is born.

Do you want to name him

after Okla?

Okla's real name was David.

David.

David?

David?

Hey!

Our kid,

his name is David.

David.

David good name.

Hey, David.

What's to it?

Light this,

then get out of the way.

Not bad.

I'll see ya, kid.

I don't think so. There's something

going around the school.

Did you call a doctor?

- He had to give her a shot.

- Yeah?

He gave Ruth a shot.

Twenty-four hours, it was gone.

Must've been a flu bug

or something.

Mexico. We're in, thanks.

Did you remember

cream and sugar for my coffee?

I have never forgotten

your cream and sugar.

Yeah. Have Julio

wax the floor, will ya?

- Yeah, Green Mill.

- Is Frank there?

Wait a minute. Frank?

Oscar, get Frank.

Hey, come back.

Telephone.

Yeah?

- Is that you?

- Yeah, hold on.

- Do me a favor.

- Psst! Move down.

- Yeah, go ahead.

- We are on.

You understand?

Yes. I understand.

Come on! Come on!

Give me an excuse!

Come on!

Get out of that car!

- You're pinched, jagoff!

- For what?

Driving without a taillight.

Pick him up, huh?

F***!

Hey, car salesman: Urizzi.

You remember my name now?

How can I not...

since the police department...

does not hire

too many Puerto Ricans.

Hey, a**hole, I'm Italian!

I'm pleased to meet you,

ugly wop son of a b*tch.

You motherf***er!

You're a stand-up guy.

You're a real stand-up guy.

You got a mouth.

You can take a trimmin'.

You could make things easy

for everybody. But no.

You gotta be a goof.

You're real good.

No violence.

Strictly professional.

I'd probably like ya.

Like to go to the track,

ball games...

stuff like that, you know?

Frank, there's ways

of doin' things...

that round off the corners...

make life easy for everybody.

What's wrong with that?

There's plenty to go around.

We know what you take down.

We know you got somethin' major

comin' down soon.

But no, you gotta come on

like a stiff prick!

Who the f***

do you think you are?

What's the matter with you?

You got somethin' to say...

or you waitin' for me

to ask you to dance?

Did it ever occur to you...

to try to work for a livin'?

- Take down your own scores?

- Okay, f*** this guy.

Tell you something:

I'm gonna be on your ass so much...

you're gonna get careless,

and on that day...

I'm gonna be in that place.

And that is the last place...

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