01x20 - Mojo

[bunniefuu]

Hold it!

Hey.

Okay! All right!
Are you people crazy?

Do you know what kind of heat's in there?
We know.

I found it jammed
under the driver's seat.

It says "morphine" on it, so I thought
you should be here, Lieutenant.

Oh.
You're so good to me.

Oh, mercy, mercy.

All right, have it run through the lab,
tag it, and put it into Property.

Right.
I told him exactly my words.

I thought they were playing some kind of
a joke dressed up in those woolly masks.

I told him he was being a dummy,
heisting merchandise like that.

He said they knew what I was carrying.
With that... pow!

You know, he slugged me...
"They" knew?

He said, "We know."
How many were there?

All I saw was two of'em.
Where did you pick up the stuff,
and where were you gonna deliver it?

I picked it up at, uh,
Air Express at Kennedy,

and I was gonna deliver it
to the plant... Dexter Pharmaceutical.

All right, now,
that coffee shop across the street,

do you always stop there
after you leave Kennedy?

Well, sometimes.
Not all the time.

Why? You like Danish?
They got good Danish. Ask for plum.

You sure it wasn't a prune Danish?

Forget it.

Ah! Now, this tie goes with anything...
brown, stripes, gray.

And it's fully lined, see?
Yeah.

And maybe you like bow ties.
I got a bow tie here. This is lovely.

Everybody's wearing bow ties now.
What are you doin', Mesche?

You know I don't like bow ties.
You're always trying to sell me bow ties.

Something in a solid color.
You know what I mean?

Hey, Lieutenant!
Wait a second.

Hey, Lieutenant!
You're a college man, ain't ya?

I've got ties in all school colors.
Tell me, where'd you go to?

Fordham? CCNY?
I went to Barnard, Mesche.

And how many years have I been telling you
to stay out of the squad room?

Twenty-two.
Get out of here.

Maybe you don't need ties,
but I got other things, Lieutenant.
I got wallets, I got socks.

Oh! I got a beautiful handker...

Hey, Lieutenant,
you got a crumb on your mouth.
Yeah, sure.

Irish linen, right?
That's right.

So how come it's stained
with prune Danish? All right.

Fifty cents.

Thank you.
Wear it in good health.
Get out of here.

Hey, Stavros, I got
some other ties for you.

Well, what do we have?
Well, let's see.

According to the bill of lading,
the driver was carrying about
a million dollars' worth of morphine.

Well, that's a switch.
In Marseilles, it figures. Bolivia, Morocco.

I mean, they've got the facilities
to extract the heroin.

- But here?
- Yeah. Cocaine's the street drug.

Smack. Mojo's not that easy
to get rid of.

Where'd you go to school?
Harvard? Yale? Princeton? County?

There you are. Pure Irish linen
with a touch of prune Danish.

You owe me two dollars.
Mesche was here, huh?

Now where would the heisters
get rid of a load of morphine?

Not too many places.
They try to unload it,
they wouldn't get value for it.

The mob... would they touch it?
I mean,

they'd have to smuggle it out of the country,
refine it into heroin,
and then smuggle it back.

That's a long, rough road, Mac,
and a lot more tourists than it's worth.

And most important... time.

Street pushers, they wanna make
the quick hit and get out.

An educated guess,
they're looking for a...

...buy-back, Mr. Dexter.

Buy-back.
Now, we believe the heisters...

will try to get in touch with you
in order to make a deal
with your merchandise.

Which is why I want Mr. Saperstein
over there to, uh, monitor all your calls.

No problem. Of course.

We're concerned about this
as much as you are.

Full cooperation goes without saying.
Yes, that's right.

We have commitments here
for this morphine to supply hospitals,
pharmacies all over this city.

Mmm. Cheers.

Do you process your own morphine,
Mr. Dexter?

Well, you might say
we were packagers, Lieutenant.

We have the material flown in,
medicinally pure,
in powder form or liquid.

Then, uh, we bottle it,
label it and sell it to our own outlets.

And this shipment here
was in powdered form?
Completely.

Morphine sulfate.
84 to 85% pure.

What do you want me to say
if they call?

Well, I'll brief you on that later,
Mr. Dexter.

Which is why I wanna be here
when you say it.

Well, uh, how are we
going to arrange that?

Well, you just tell your secretary
that you're not in...

and if it's important,
to call back after 6.00.

I'll make sure that I'm here,
and then you tell 'em,

"Well, I want my chemist
to examine it to make sure it's pure mojo."

"Mojo"?
Yeah, mojo. Morphine.

"Mephistopheles."
"Pins and needles." Uh, "cubes."
"Aunt Emma."

There are a dozen street names for it.

"Mojo."
The words they use.

Now, how many people
knew about that shipment?

Ten, 12.
Do you think any
of my employees were involved?

Well, they did know
the driver's route, didn't they?

And they knew where he stopped
for his prune Danish and his coffee.

They also knew what he was carrying.
Of course I believe they had inside help.

Which is why I want a list of all the names
that knew about that shipment.

And we, in turn, will check
with the consignor in Toledo.

I'll, uh, get you
your information, Lieutenant.

Uh, this, uh... this thing,
is it here for show,
or does it really tell time?

Well, for $2,000, Lieutenant,
I should hope it does both.

Just the same, I'd-I'd hate to send
John Cameron Swayze...

down the Colorado rapids
with a job like that, huh?

That, uh... That really
does it for you, huh?

Where's Marty?
How should I know?

You should know, Harry.
Make that your business to know...

until all this is over.

Now, this is one fat score.
We get caught,

we get thrown in jail
for a long time.

Now, I got two m*rder warrants
out for me in Asheville.

If they pick me up,
they throw me in the hole for life.

So you tell that brother of yours
not to wander,

not to jinx up the campaign.

Because if he pulls
any numbers on me,

I'll k*ll him.

All right. All right.

You-You think this setup was your idea?

Well, it was me
that invited you in, remember?

You sayin' you wanna call the sh*ts, Harry?

I didn't think so.

That man's secretary said after 6:00.

Hello?
Mr. Dexter?

Who is this?

Never mind.
Now, we got your morphine.

If you want it back,
it's gonna cost you
a couple million bucks.

It's not worth that much.
I don't have to deal with you.

I can simply wait 90 days
and recoup my losses
from my insurance company.

You can call me when
you have a more sensible deal.

Hold it. How much?

Well, I think the insurance company
would allow me, uh,

to buy it back for about,
uh, $300,000.

Well, you're gettin' a bargain.

How do I know you've got it?

Well, how many other people
have called you up offering
to sell you back your morphine?

That's not good enough.

I, uh... I want to send an expert,

someone who can verify
that the morphine is what
you say it is and notjust milk sugar.

- No way.
- Then I'm afraid there is
no point in any further discussion.

- Who do you wanna send?
- A chemist... someone designated
by my insurance company.

I'll get back to you.

W-What's the matter?

Hey, what's wrong?
What's-What's the matter?

Knock it off!
Floyd, are you gonna tell me
what's the matter?

Harry, nothing's the matter.

They're just gonna send somebody
to test the stuff.

That's all.
That's all?

Well, it'd be dumb not to test the stuff
before they bought it back, right?

Floyd, what if they send
a cop or a narc?

They won't.
Well, just-just suppose they do?

Well, then we'd burn him,
wouldn't we?

Wouldn't we?

Hey, Floyd, Harry.
What's going on?

- Where you been, Marty?
- Nowhere. I've just been
taking a walk, watching the broads.

Let me see you!
I haven't been using the stuff, Floyd!

Honest!
Just let me see them eyes.

Well, you keep it that way.

I wouldn't do nothin; Floyd.

Not now. I mean,
not with things going so good.
Well, I mean, ain't they?

Well, what's happenin', guys?

Floyd says we may have to burn a guy.
That's what's happenin'.

Oh, yeah?

Just a little sulfuric acid will do it.

If it's morphine,
it'll turn a deep violet.

Yeah? And if it's not?
Maybe it's tooth powder.

Try it and see.

Oh, yeah.

Look at it, huh?

Give me a couple of test tubes,
and I'd push back frontiers.

It's gorgeous.

Okay, this stuff is a sample from
the carton of the h*jacked truck, right?

Uh-huh.
Now, how do I know the stuff
I analyze is the same purity?

By, uh, quantitative analysis.

Well, then, show me.

What do you do if
they ask you things, Lieutenant?

Technical things like atomic weights,
distillations, things like that?

Who's gonna ask me?
Well, maybe they'll bring
a chemist along.

Um, I'll be laconic.

Where did he go?
I don't know!

That's the one thing I told you
to always know, Harry.
Now, how come you don't know?

How come just when everything's
coming together for us,
you let him drift?

How come?
Marty's got this thing.

Thing?
Well, he likes to watch girls.
He doesn't do anything.

Just likes to look at 'em.
Freak?

It's his thing!

Now, look.
Don't... Don't worry about it.

If you're gonna worry about it,
you-you go down to Bleecker Street.

You could watch him watchin' the girls.

Where on Bleecker?
You're kiddin'.

I'm not kiddin'.
Look, another couple of days,
we got this thing knocked.

Until then, I wanna know where
that flaked-out brother of yours is
every minute.

Now, where on Bleecker?
Between 7 th and 6th Avenue.

Hey, uh, look. I'm...

I'm going over to the Greeks.

I'm gonna get a knish or something.
You wanna come?

Marty'll be here when I get back.
You wait and see.

What do you got?
It's a probable O.D.

- Is he dead?
- No, no, no.

Well, where you takin' him?
West Side General.

We've got your morphine.

If you want it back, it's gonna
cost you a couple million bucks.

Can you make it?
"Polyglot."

That's a Greek word
for a lot of Southern accents.
Who knows?

Virginia someplace,
one of the borderline states.

Anyway, the driver's coming down,
see if he can't recognize
that joker who dented his bonnet.

We got that lab analysis from
the mojo that was h*jacked yesterday.

Almost 85% pure.

And it's on the streets, Theo.

They picked up a guy in an alley
near 72nd and 9th Avenue,
O.D.'d.

It was morphine,
and he was carrying.

Dead?
Not yet.

The doctors aren't promising he won't be.

We've got an around-the-clock
plant on him.

How'd that stuff he was carrying
compare to that ripped-off mojo?

- It's up in the lab.
- Huh.

And in 24 hours,
we'll know if it's the same, right?

All right, who's the hype?
No I.D.

F.B.I. Ran the prints.
Nada.

Theo, you figure it's the same stuff.
Figure it was on the streets.

Hey, Frank,
it just doesn't make sense.

Hey, look.
A stickup man is a stickup man.

A robber is a robber,
and a hijacker is a hijacker.

That's what they do...
they rob, they steal and they hijack.

They don't peddle morphine
on the streets.

Maybe they sold the whole load.
Split.

Maybe the idea of sending in
a chemist spooked them.

And maybe they give away
door prizes at the Tombs.

Let's-Let's think of it this way.

Now, figure that
the booster sh**t it up.

So he pinches a couple of hits
from the mother lode.

That means that we got
a hijacker in the sick bay.
How does that grab you?

Hospitals. Let me out of here.

Please, Lieutenant.

Oh.

I see you got a new plant.
Yeah.

Shirley's lonely.
Oh, really?

Uh, tell me, how could you tell?

Well, her leaves are droopin' down,

and, uh, she's not her same gay,

vibrant, effervescent, ebullient self.

Ebullient self, huh?
Well, she might have, uh, heartburn.

Did you ever think of that?
That's why I got Sam.

Oh. Crocker, if you're not too busy,
any word on that dude in the hospital?

He's still out of it, but the doctor thinks
that we still have a sh*t at him.

How about the driver?
Did he come in yet?

He came in,
listened to the tapes three times,
but couldn't identify the voice.

He only had a couple of words
to listen to, you know.
What else?

Well, as far as we can tell,
the personnel at Dexter Pharmaceutical
checks out clean.

- Also, zilch from the Toledo police
on the shippers.
- Lieutenant, Bruce Hamilton on line two.

The meeting's on, and there's
a car parked at the corner...

of Lexington and 57 th Street.

They, uh, want our chemist there
in 30 minutes.

- Instructions will be under a mat.
- Well, send him home.
We won't be needing him.

You won't be needing him?
I don't understand.

It's simple. I'm taking his place.
What's his name?

- You?
- His name?

I just hope you've made your will.

What's a chemist
gonna come back with, Bobby,
a notch on his eyedropper?

I'm a trained observer.
I'm trained for things like this.

I'm gonna go to that meet.
I'm gonna come back with something.

I don't know what it is,
but it's gonna be a lot more
than we got right now.

They're sendin' a what?
And you're lettin' 'em do it?

Well, you gotta be fresh out of marbles,
'cause already I got a beanbag
sittin' up in the narco ward...

that's gonna crumble
like a bakin' powder biscuit
the minute the fuzz jumps on him.

And now you're asking me
to sit still for a visit from the heat?

Well, no way, cousin.
Now, I'm packing it in.
The deal is off.

What guarantee?
How you gonna guarantee me?

Oh. Okay.

If you're so sure nothing's gonna happen,
you be there when the ringer shows.

That's right, cousin, in person.

Yeah, well, if that balloon goes up tonight,
I want you sittin' in my lap.

Terrific.

Freeze.

Now, in case you haven't noticed,
there's a g*n pointin' at your head.
So no tricks, understand?

Yes.
Now, I'm gonna
hand you this blindfold.

Just put that on.

Now, just slide over.

Is he wired?
He's clean.

My-My-My attaché case,
it has all my equipment in it.

Check it out.
Now, let's see some I.D., mister.

- You'reJohn Taylor, chemist, right?
- That's right, sir.

Well, that's great, Mr. Taylor.

You just do what you're supposed to do
and you can go back to that drugstore
or wherever you came from.

This way.

All right, the morphine's
in front of you, Mr. Taylor,
and we're behind you.

- Now, do you feel this, Mr. Taylor?
- Yes.

Well, that's a g*n.
You move an inch, and it'll burn.

Take your blindfold off now.

Well, a-about an inch...

l... You know,
I'm not going to snitch the stuff.

I'm-I'm merely here as a chemist
to analyze it.

You just look straight ahead
and don't turn around.
Do what you have to do.

Of course.

May I put this down?

Hmm.

I'm going to...
I'm going to need another batch
for further analysis.

Put your blindfold back on.

All right, take it off.

- Hmm.
- Are you satisfied, Mr. Taylor?

- No, sir.
- What do you mean, "no"?

Well, you see,
that test only indicates the presence
of morphine, not its purity.

We must make sure that it's not diluted.

Do it.

How long is this gonna take?
You can't rush chemicals, sir.

You could all learn a lesson from that.

I'm going to have
to reach into my pocket.

What for?
For a comparison table.

You see, it will tell us
the purity of the residue...

as opposed to
the weight and portion of the, uh...

Do it! Do it!

Yes, mm-hmm. Splendid.

Yes, that's okay.
Good.

Now, put that blindfold back on,
and in the car. You too.

All the way, cousin.

Now we get to the money, Mr. Dexter.

When am I gonna see it?

Tomorrow. I'll, uh, get in touch
with the insurance company.

Try for a meeting around 6:00.

If I'm not there,
make it the day after.

Why shouldn't you be there?

The insurance company.
How quickly can they come up
with the money?

Cousin, the meet's tomorrow.

Now, you be there.
You bring the bread.

Tomorrow, not the day after.

Okay?

In the distance, a foghorn.

Tugboat? Ferry?
Ah, it could have been a ferry.

Maybe a garbage scow.

What else?
Uh, a train. Freight, yeah,

backing up and down and forth,
coupling with other cars.

Ayard?
No.

No, no.
It must have been a siding.

There wasn't enough activity.
Maybe a loading zone.

Oh, yeah, at about 8:20,
I heard a siren.

An engine company.
From the sound of it,
it sounded like a two-alarm.

That's good.
We can track that down in no time.

Yeah, warehouses,
not too far away.

A throbbing.
That'll help.

Can't be too many factories
working that late.

Oh.

Okay, here's where they dumped me.

Now, approximately 15 minutes' drive
from the place of the meet.

Figure we were averaging
35 miles per hour, okay?

Now, somewhere in this area, right?

Near the river, a railway spur,
a fire in the neighborhood,

small factory,
probably with just a skeleton crew.

All right, that's what you look for.
Pull some men off the chart,
put 'em to work on it.

Steal some uniforms from downstairs
if you need them.

I want a clean sweep of the whole area.

Something else.

What?
I can't remember.

Lieutenant, you wanna pick it up
on line three?

It's Weinstein... that cop that's
covering the O.D. At the hospital.

Kojak.

Oh, that's great, Weinstein.

No, I'll be down there
in about 10 minutes.
Just keep the door closed.

Nobody will disturb him.
Fine. Okay.

Well, isn't that swell?

Our O.D. Is alive and well...
and screaming.

So, uh, how come
you don't carry an I.D., Marty?

I got ripped off in Roanoke.
So I ain't got no I.D.
Well, so what?

So, uh... So, uh,
you're from Roanoke?

Yeah. So?

So, uh, what are you doin'
in New York?

I came to make my fortune, okay?

Look, why don't you just go get
my clothes and get me out of here?

You know why you're here, Marty?
Yeah.

Sometimes I black out.
You O.D.'d, baby.

Now, where'd you get the morphine?
What are you talking about,
O.D.'d?

Look at my arm!
You see any needle tracks there? Huh?

You put it in your mouth, baby,
right underneath the tongue,

and then you pass it around a little bit
and you start sailing to the moon, poo-poo!

Now, where'd you get the morphine?

I found it.
Oh.

You found it, and you tasted it,

and then you put the rest of it
in your pocket, right?

That's right!
It happened just like that!
That's possession!

Have you ever been in the can?

No.
Let me tell you about it.

It's not a very nice place
for a guy like you.

Well, I sure don't want to go there.
Well, then, you talk to me, okay?

What the hell am I gonna do with you?
I want your boss!

I want the guy who gave you that junk!

Man, I can't do that.

You're a real stand-up guy!
What's it gonna get ya?

You do what you gotta do.

But you ain't gonna bust me up
like some kind of cheap watch.

You can bust myjaws if you want.
That's your thing.

But all you're gonna get's
a whole lot of ouches.

Okay, kid. Here.

Put that in your mouth.

Keep you out of trouble.

Hold him about another half hour or so.
Give me time to put a tail on him,
then let him go.

Our friend Dexter's a real shark.
The thieves called and said they'd
call back at 2:00 to make up the meet.

- What are you talkin' about?
- He pulled the tap. We're out of it.

I'm not happy with you, Mr. Dexter.
I'm not happy at all
that you pulled this tap.

Well, play back that last tape,
Lieutenant, and you'll understand why.

Now, Mr. Cullen has been
on this end of the insurance business
long enough to know...

that those thieves weren't kidding.

Tell him.

They said any sign of the law,
and they'd be armed and prepared
to use their weapons.

It's old talk to you,
but it's new to him.

Now, that kind of talk frightens me.

And it all seems
so simple now, anyway.

Just arrange a time and a place,
pay the money and pick up the morphine.

And the police...
Superfluous. That's terrific.

We take the risk,
and then you turn it over
to the insurance company.

That sounds like a big, fat,
sloppy-lipped kiss-off to me.

The thankless task of
a dedicated public servant, Lieutenant.
What can you do?

What cops do, Dexter...
find a crime and make arrests.

Not in this case.
The police are not in on it.

How do you know you won't be
walking into a trap?

You don't think we're gonna let him
walk in there alone, do you?

- What do you mean?
- Well, I'm gonna be right by your side.

That's the same damn thing!

- What is, Mr. Dexter?
- Your coming along.

That is not the deal
that I made with those hijackers.

Well, they stole a million dollars
worth of morphine,
and you told a fib.

We forgive you.
Don't we, Lieutenant?

Gentlemen, you've, uh...
you've made my day.

Yes.

Yes, I have the money.

Where and what time?

We got company, Bobby.

Can you make him?

Uh, no.
I've never seen him before.

Well, in case they go their separate ways,
let's put a tag on the new boy.

Let's call for some help.
All right, I'll take care of it.

You haven't finished telling me
about the hospital, Marty.
I mean, why were you there?

I was a hit-and-run, Floyd.
A hit-and-run, huh?

Cops ask you questions?
Cops?

Well, that's what they usually do...
they ask victims questions.

They're very good.
Maybe they can help you
collect some insurance.

How about that?
You think so, Floyd?

Did you talk to them?
A little bit.

But I didn't tell 'em nothing, Floyd.
Honest.

Stavros, where are you?

Next block down
by the delicatessen on the east side.

The sweethearts are still together.
All right.

Saperstein will pick us up
in two minutes in his car, all right?

Check.

Saperstein, this is Stavros.
Do you read me?

Yeah, I read you.
I'm on Bleecker.

Both suspects entered an alley
between Bleecker and Houston
from 7 th Avenue.

Both men wearing jeans.
One man wearing a peacoat.

Six-foot-tall, slender build.

The other one's five-foot-ten,
medium build.

Pick 'em both up as they exit the alley.
Will do.

Check. Right.

You like the ladies, huh?
Oh, I don't do nothin'.

I just look.
You know something, Marty?

Yeah?
One of those cartons was opened,
and a plastic bag was slit.

Now, I thought you were
off that junk, Marty.

I didn't do nothin' wrong, Floyd.

I've been waiting for a score like this
a long time, now, Marty,
and, uh, I'm not gonna blow it.

Bobby!

No, damn it.
Don't do that.

Saperstein, this is Stavros.

Yeah, but we don't see
anyone coming out of the alley.

We're waiting.
Well, you don't have to wait.

There's no one gonna
come out of the alley.
Call the wagon.

Who do you want to send?

A chemist. Someone designated
by my insurance company.

That for me?
Yeah, and you're not gonna like it.

Observe.

Now, we've swept this entire area.

That's a total of six industrials
active and occupied last night.

Three machine shops,
a tool and die,

a maritime metal works,
and an outfit that manufactures
Lucite bowling balls.

We tossed them all.

We come up with gornisht.
Well, it was a long sh*t.

You don't seem
especially disappointed.

I thought you had the hots for those guys?
Oh, I did.

But I let Crocker and Stavros
smoke 'em out.

I'm on to bigger game.
Now, I want you to listen.

How am I gonna know that?
Because I'll arrange it that way.

Hey, don't talk to me
about g*ns and sh**ting.
You hear that?

This is the last tape made before
Dexter pulled the plug on the tap.
Now, listen.

- Hey, don't talk to me about g*ns...
- Now.

... and sh**ting.

- Did you hear it?
- He wheezes. Probably has asthma.

So did somebody in the storeroom
when I went to check the morphine.

You remember when I said
there was something I couldn't remember?
That's it!

You're saying Clay Dexter's
jammed in with the heist?

I think Clay Dexter is the heist.
I think Clay Dexter is the main man.

Why would he engineer
the robbery of his own morphine?

To rip off the insurance company.
He picks up 300,000 large, right?

Except for the commission
he's gonna give the boosters.

And then he gets back
the mojo in the bargain.

But then why run the risk of
allowing you to sub for his chemist?

Well, he couldn't help it.
I pulled a switch on him.

He didn't know it.
And look what I did.

I verified the merchandise,
the insurance company knows it,

and the police... me...
made it all kosher!

Yeah?

All right.
When did it happen?

Okay, look, uh, Crocker.

You know, there are days like that, kid.

Okay.

That was Crocker.
He and Stavros followed the O.D.
Out of the hospital, right?

Intercepted by a friend ofhis.

They followed 'em into an alley
bracketed on both sides.

- When they went in to make the tag,
the O.D. Was dead.
- And the friend?

Gone with the wind.
But a buy-back is a different story, isn't it?

Well, Dexter could have frozen us out there,
but this is m*rder number one, baby.

The hell with Dexter!
The hell with the mojo!
We want the k*ller!

Come on. Let's take a ride.

I'm afraid you just missed him, Lieutenant.

Mr. Dexter left with Mr. Cullen
not five minutes ago.

I see.
They already left for the buy-back spot.

I would assume so.
I see.

And what else would you assume,
Mr. Hamilton?

I don't get what you mean.

What I mean...
I mean your partner is a ganef.

I'm not his partner.

I'm an employee.

That's why I always talk
to the working stiff.

I don't want you to be thrown
into the same box that
we're gonna heave your boss into.

- What for? What's he done?
- Well, let's put it this way.
Where's the drop?

Drop?

Mr. Hamilton, I'll allow you
your loyal little dance.

- But then I want you to start to sing.
- He's not a bad man.

Mm-hmm.
Okay, that's the dance.

And now we sing.

And if you sing straight,
maybe I can go to the D.A.
And do you an awful lot of good.

And if you don't, I'm gonna
come down on you so hard,
you'll be nothing but a bruise, okay?

Now, listen.
Your boss, Clay, he has asthma, right?

Oh, I'm not gonna nail him
because he's a wheezer, Mr. Hamilton.

But that's how I nailed him.

When they took me, you know,
to test the mojo, I discovered that.

Now, Clay Dexter, he's on the hook.
Where do you wanna be?

- I don't know a thing.
- I hope that's the case, sweetheart.

Because one of the hijackers
is in the morgue right now
dead from a Kn*fe wound.

m*rder?

- What part of it do you want?
- He was in trouble. I knew that.

Money? I mean, what?
Bad investments? He was embezzling?

My good friend Clay
did a heap of living, Lieutenant.

The ponies with the boys
in the back room.

Two fillies... one on Sugar Hill,
one on Central Park West.

He was down about $200,000,
and the accountants
were coming in next week.

I didn't see how he was gonna cover.

I see. That way,

he gets to keep a big slice
of the buy-back money...

and all of the h*jacked morphine, huh?

That was his rationale, the poor guy.

Hey, why are you bleeding for him?

It was my neck too.

The company could go under.
Okay. Where's the buy-back spot?

Lieutenant, as God is my witness,
I don't know.

Captain, what do you think?

I think he's telling the truth.

I was afraid you were gonna say that.

Yeah.

All right, and then what else?
And then we go from there,
and then what happens?

Oh, boy.
They're gonna pull it off okay.

Another 10 or 15 minutes,
and these out-of-state rednecks,
they'll be headed for the boondocks.

Not to worry.
Yeah.

So you pull Dexter in,
you sweat him a little,
he'll give 'em up.

Where's that? On top of Old Smoky?
Come on. What are you...

No, that wasn't machinery.
It was a power generator!

Car 723 to Central.

Car 723 to Central.
Go ahead, 723.

Have Crocker check the Hunts Point section
for a mobile power generator.

It's been in service in the last week.

10-4, car 723.

What's the matter, Harry?
You worried about your brother?

Worried about not hearing from him?

Oh, Harry, you know,
you're a good old boy.

You know that?
No, you are.

I'm gonna miss you, Harry.

What are you doin'?

I'm greedy, Harry.

- Hold it!

- Central to car 723.
- Go ahead, Central.

We have verification of
a power generator in service...

at the Kinko Scrap Yard
in the Hunts Point section.

Here we go.

I couldn't help it!
I'm telling you. I couldn't help it!

He's an insurance agent.
It's the only way they would
come up with the money.

Well, did they come up with it?
Where is it?

Get it!

Open it.

Now, where's the morphine?
There.

Well, I wanna see it.
Of course you do.

It's all yours.

It's empty.

Freeze!

Put your hands down.

Aah!

Okay, okay.

I hurt my foot.

Well, I had to do something.
Don't you see?

In order to survive.

Survive.
It's a lousy way to live.