04x18 - I Was Happy Where I Was

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Very good, very good.

It's looking very good.

Donated paint.

I guess we can't be picky about colors,
eh?

Tomorrow we'll meet at the community
center and do some work on 7th Street.

How is purple and green sound,
eh?

Four bodies dumped at the same address in
less than two weeks.

Maybe we ought to dig up the sidewalks and
fit in a year's supply of tombstones.

Two bushes, a pimp, and a policy runner.

Not exactly an irreplaceable loss to
society, Lieutenant.

But how about him, eh?

That Struan's up there in the penthouse.

They were his men.

They all worked the barrio.

Maybe somebody's trying
to send out Gregorio a

message and it sure as
hell ain't Western Union.

I don't know what he's waiting for.

It doesn't take a scratchy to figure out
that if he doesn't start making some kind

of moves pretty quick, his turf will be up
for grabs.

Maybe he doesn't know who's pushing the
buttons.

It could be he's as much in the dark as we
are.

Well, we've tapped the barrio.

Not even a rumble.

Even our stoolies are dry.

Either they're spooked or they don't trust
us or maybe a little of both.

From First Avenue East, the Big Blue
Machine is about as popular as the landlord.

Nobody's home, Boss.

The Super claims Gregorio's been on his
yacht since last Tuesday.

Probably a fishing trip, huh?

Let's hope he gets blown off course and
winds up in a Bermuda Triangle.

Come on, Fatso.

The barrio won't talk to us.

Maybe we'll find someone who we'll talk
to.

Lieutenant Kojak.

Hi.

I'm Alvarez.

Yeah.

Your boss tells me you're not happy with
the new assignment.

I don't remember being asked my opinion.

Okay, I'm asking.

I'm happy where I am.

I like working Staten Island.

Yeah, your record shows that you were
raised in the barrio.

I moved out when I was 17 and haven't been
back since.

Moved out or, uh, skipped?

I was looking for a better lifestyle,
okay?

Look, is there any chance that anybody in
the neighborhood would know you're a cop?

I don't see how.

I haven't spoken to anybody from el barrio
in over ten years now.

Our problem is the opposite.

No one's speaking to us.

There's something hairy coming down.

We can't get a handle on it.

So, obviously, we need somebody on the
inside.

There are 35,000 officers on the NYPD.
Why me?

I think you, uh... you
answered that when I asked you

if anybody in the neighborhood
would know you're a cop.

If you had said maybe, you would have been
out, but you still said no.

They're not my people anymore.

I... I'm an outsider now.

I... I'm an alien.

I'm not asking you to go in there and
raise a family.

I'm asking you to go in
there because I've got

four homicides already,
and it's all cluttered up.

I need someone to go in there and clean it
up.

Okay?

Okay.

I see you beat the morals, rap monk.

Back from the high seas, Commodore?

What do you want, Kojak?

I want to help, I hope,
but... You got a warrant?

What kind of warrant?
This is a friendly visit.

All right, come on, make it fast,
huh?

You know something?
You drink too much.

And it's good for you.

I mean, I guess pressure does that to you.

Business gets rocky.

A few of the hired hands come to untimely
ends.

But no one wants to see a captain of
industry turn into an alcoholic.

Look, Kojak, I want a sermon.

I'll phone Dial a Pray.

Okay, I'll get right down to the nitty
-gritty, okay?

Now, the way I see it, there's an
insurrection coming down.

And you, you lost the first skirmish.

So what you ought to do is make me your
ally.

We find out who's doing what to who and
why they're doing what to who.

That way the w*r's over.

And you and me, we can go back to playing
basic cups and rubbers, okay?

You like cheesecake, Kojak?

Yeah, have you known Tim Black?

I know a place.

A couple of friends of mine own it.

One bite of this cheesecake, guaranteed
your teeth are gonna fall out.

I'm gonna send you to two pounder.

That's wonderful.

But you better hurry up, the way I hear
it.

You may be mailing it from the city
morgue.

Ciao, baby.

Who's muscling in?

Delgado?

Necastro?

I don't know, boss.

You can't move stuff without pushes.

We just lost two of our best.

Why?

What's going on, Monk?

Come on, open the door.

You'll have to come back later.
We're closed.

Not to me it ain't.

Where's Estrada?

At the dentist.
He'll be back soon.

I'm running behind schedule.

I got no time to work.

Where are you going?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Enrique, it's okay.

Not a twitch, chico, or you'll be walking
funny for the rest of your life.

Mr. Kincaid and me, we got an arrangement.

He don't know no better.

I only hired him yesterday.

Show your loving bucks there, Estrada.

And I'll see you next week.

I dropped the candle, Enrique.

He could have put you in the hospital.

He walks in here, sticks his fist in the
cash register like he owns the place.

Not him.

The bloodsuckers he works for.

They sink their teeth into your throat and
they never let go.

You need money?

The bank says no.

Well, you're going to turn to them.

It don't matter the size of the loan,
big or small.

The first dollar you borrow, they own your
life.

Yeah, a big gorilla.

You need a wrecking crew to take him down.

Um, Kincaid, that's what Estrada called
him.

Kincaid.

An enforceable welding Sherlock operation,
do I know?

Yeah, I know.

Cute little kid.

You know something, he'd strangle his own
mother for the price of an egg cream.

Oh, welding, huh?

That's one more link to Gregorio.

The hell with Gregorio.

Hey, I want to know who's stepping on his
toes.

There's where it's at.

Well, whoever they are, they must be doing
it with mirrors.

It's so quiet out there, you can hear the
sunrise.

Yeah, I bet.

Sirita, where do you keep the light?

Underneath the sink.

Enrique?

Teresa?

Hey, Teresa.

It's been a long time.

Since high school.

You look more beautiful than ever.

Enrique, the one with words.

You're working here?

B12er.

The boy most likely to succeed?

In a graduating class of 16, 12 of them
girls.

Listen, I don't care what kind of
propaganda they feed you.

It's not that great out there.

I gave it my best shot.

What's a guy going to do?

Hunters with college diplomas or parking
cars?

No, I never should have left.

I could have slept a little serious away
for all the good it did me.

I'm sorry, Enrique.

Hey, for what?

I got my brains back.

Listen, people can go to their graves and
never say that.

I'm back where I belong.

Now, that doesn't mean I'm going to be
curling up and quitting.

I got a plan.

I'm going to hang in
here, put a little aside each

week, and in a couple of
years, you wait and see.

Partners in this place.

Sure, sure you will.

I got to go now.

My boss only gives me half an hour for
lunch.

Seen any of the old g*ng yet?

No, I just got started yesterday.

You didn't say.

Are you married?

Not now.

You?

Break a thousand hearts?

No, I have enough of my conscience.

I live right there across the street,
seconds to fourth floor in the back.

Hey, Paco, 50% off.

How are you going to make profit at prices
like that?

Got to move the merchandise.

Out on the street, that's where it'll move
you.

Man, you saw you were going to lose your
shirt.

Why don't you go bankrupt and get it over
with?

It wouldn't help.

Hey, Paco.

Where are you going to k*ll him?

Que pasa, compadre?

I have money problems, Carlos.

You know somebody that don't?

So take a loan.

I already did.

You went to that usurero building?

To pay for an operation.

I have two sisters in Maya West.

The older one with cataracts.

The operation was a failure.

A failure I'm still paying for.

Consuelo is blind.

Mercedes spends 12 hours a day in a
canning factory.

I used to send them money.

I don't even write now.

What should I say to them, Carlos?

Las Vegas!

Step down, I want to talk to you.

Mr. Belling, he waits and he waits.

But the phone don't ring.

What are you, fresh out of dimes or
something?

I don't have the money yet.

Please, just a little more time.

I'll give you a little more time.

But first I'm going to give you a little
something for incentive.

Hey!

Come here!

Cerebral hemorrhage with extensive trauma
to the temporal lobes.

Evidence of contra-coup with massive
contusions.

Acidic fluid and blood.

Mandible fractured.

Numerous teeth missing.

Had your breakfast yet, Kojak?

You know, it's always a pleasure doing
business with a guy who enjoys his work.

Captain Midnight strikes again.

You know, if I was
Gregorio, I'd sure be

seriously thinking about
joining a monastery.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant.

So?

Uniform team just found Kincaid's car.

Anyway, like me and Louis did this James
Bond trip on the doodle.

We think we got the back nailed down,
man.

It's over on Nora Avenue.

Be cool, be cool, be cool.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Anyway, it's like I told the
hoes... Hey, what's happening?

Hey, what's happening?

Hey, man, moving about place to place.

I don't know how many times I came that
close to throwing out my jacket.

Somehow at the last minute.

Couldn't let go of my colors.

Oh!

It seems to me you let go the day you took
off.

You remember getting any dues?

Like even a postcard.

High school graduate.

You figure he'd at least write.

Nah, brother, man, don't you see?

Like he's doing his Latino number on them
cross-town chicks.

You know, perfecting his jive talk.

Yo, let me ask you something, bro.

Hey, check this out.

What's the scoop on US deals?

I knew you'd be glad to see me.

But I never dreamed you'd roll out a red
carpet like this.

Hey, bro, you split.

That's the way you want it, okay?

It's a free country.

Only don't expect a block party now that
you've come back.

We could have split too.

Yeah, you look around, you'll see the
reasons why.

Mainliners, pushers, hookers, peddlers.

Come on, you got representation.

Hey, man, we got a councilman.

When he ain't padding
the payroll with his relatives,

he's up to his armpit
in the city's pocket.

And that's our representation.

What about the law?
- Who's law?

There ain't no law here, man.

There's only the street.

Take... Okay, come on, man,
let's see what the heat's up to.

Hey, Carlos, where's Ernesto, that brother
of yours?

Used to be you wouldn't even go to the
john without him.

Ernesto's dead, Enrique.

I guess this is where King Cade bought it.

Blood type, that should include you.

Hello?

Paco Rodriguez.

Yeah.

He said I would give you anything.

Enrique.

Teresa.

I thought you lived across the street.

I was visiting Mrs. Contreras.

Her son Jaime fell the other day and broke
his back.

The doctor said he will never walk again.

He's only 12 years old.

Kids.

When would they learn to stay up the
roofs?

It wasn't from the roof.

He was climbing out
of an apartment window

with a television set
when he lost his balance.

His mother's welfare check wasn't enough
to support his habit, it seems.

My.

Such deep thought.

Coming back.

Such a jolt.

Like re-entry from outer space.

Is it always like this, Teresa?

Was I too busy growing up to see it?

You must have seen some of it.

Why else would you have left?

To be poor.

To better myself.

You gave up nothing.

How lucky for you.

Yeah, lucky.

I come, I go, I fail.

I begin again.

All that luck for one man to deal with.

You?

Oh, I have much luck.

His name is Miguel.

Miguel?

What should they want with Paco?

Want to put on a show?

Why don't you bust a real criminal?

You kidding?

To get arrested around here, you got to be
blind, crippled, or over 60.

You want to take that hombre away,
you better convince me first.

Why don't you buy a zipper for your mouth,
Junior?

Hey Paco, what they bust you for?

They say m*rder.

Hey man, what are you, loco?

Taking on the heat?

That's nothing but an ego macho trip,
man.

There's better ways of doing it.

Carlos, I don't understand.

Why Paco?

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

They got nothing on him.

Don't worry about it.

He'll be back.

That's more than I can say for your
husband.

Why doesn't somebody do something about
it?

You know what it's like?

What it's really like?

You see the statistics?

Why wind up with a police blotter?

Why that doesn't even begin to tell the
story.

Ain't that enough, they're living in a
garbage dump?

Fighting c*ck and bathroom
privileges?

They have to be under the receiving end of
every lousy grip and racket in the book?

Not like Staten Island, huh?

Now you've been in the mess hall too long.

I got to send you out into the trenches.

The barrio's not the only game in town.

How about me sending you up to Fort Apache
in the Bronx?

Or would you like to pull duty at Bedford
Stuyvesant in Brooklyn?

I wept because I had no shoes until I saw
a man who had no feet.

Beautiful.

Hey, Lieutenant, you should run for
office.

A man with your grasp of the facts belongs
in Gracie Mansion.

Hey, look, Sonny, we're in homicide.

You want cosmetology, talk to the feet
-draggers, and urban renewal.

You were duped in there to gather
intelligence, not to do missionary work.

You want off?

You won't be missed.

What you've given us so far, we could get
reading subway graffiti.

All right, what do you want?

Paco Rodriguez singing the national
anthem.

If that's to a heart's desire,
why'd you kick him loose?

Can't shake his story.

He claims that he was taking
his evening constitutional when

a g*ng of guerrillas started
doing a mumbo on Kincaid's head.

Hey, he's lying, of course, but how can
you prove it?

Kincaid was Belding's collector,
right?

Go with the proposition
that Rodriguez was

on the arm of Belding,
but behind in the big.

You begin to get the drift?

Get tight enough with the Rodriguez, we'll
just end up maybe trimming Belding's tree.

And Gregorio, when do we come to him?

You're treating a head cold and the barrio
is dying of cancer.

Take it one step at a time, baby.

Now we start with Paco Rodriguez.

Would it help you suppose if I married
into his family?

I let you have it for $25.

Hey, it's a deal.

I'll pick it up in the morning.

Hey, Paco, I...

I'm sorry to hear about your trouble.

I can't imagine how you must feel.

You mean the police?

No trouble.

What could I tell them?

I don't know who k*lled that man.

Nobody said you did.

I was talking about Belding.

What do you know about Belding?

I know he ain't gonna close the book on
you, because Kincaid's dead.

There'll be another goon around to
collect, and maybe ask questions,

because you can bet
Belding's as interested as

the cops are in finding
out who whacked his boy.

Maybe after they paint the store,
things will get better.

Soon the whole street will have a new
look.

Come on, Paco.

You don't fight Gregorio with a
paintbrush.

How would you know?

The man I used to work for, he went to a
loan shark.

When he fell behind, they broke his
kneecaps.

You know what he did?

What he should have done in the first
place.

He went to the cops.

Easy for him?

No, not easy.

Just something that had to be done.

Hey, man.

Shake it.

Hey, bro.

Just bought myself a couch.

c*ck were complaining they had no
place to sleep.

Next thing you know, they're gonna want
their own TV set.

You see him?

Number three.

Are you sure, Mr. Rodriguez?

The last man on the left.

They call him Belding.

He loaned me $500 two years ago.

I have paid back $50 a week interest.

Ever since.

Paco's done running to the heat.

Somebody must have bent his ear.

He was too shook up to go on his own.

Why, Dump?

Belding's in the joint, isn't he?

For how long?

Jail's no answer.

They're like crabgrass.

You jug one and they're too ready to fill
the vacancy.

Cops don't care.

They gave up a long time ago.

Sure, once in a while, they make a talking
collar, going through the motions.

That's all it ever amounts to.

I guess you'd be the expert.

That's right, bro.

My brother, Nesto, Teresa's husband,
he died just before the baby came.

You know why?

The pushers got to him.

It wasn't hard.

He'd have shot DDT if he thought he'd take
his mind off his problems.

I didn't know.

Neither did Teresa.

Not till the day he OD'd in the alley.

Sorry, Carlos, I didn't know.

Think the cops did anything?

One less junkie, that's all it meant to
them.

And Nesto's dead.

And the pusher, the
basurero who fed that

poison into his arm,
walked around free as air.

Well, he ain't walking around now.

Oye, mira.

Tonight.

What, what, what?

Come on, what's tonight?

Some garbage the city ain't got around to
collecting.

We figured it was time we did something
about the stink.

Carlos, could you...

use some help?

Vamos, Nesto was my friend, too.

The same stick for that, Enrique.

I know.

I'll take you up after work.

Hello?

Hi.

Don Miguel Escobar, I presume.

Allow me to present myself.

I am Enrique Salvador Alvarez y Velazquez.

Now, with your kind
permission, may I be so bold as to

present your lovely mother,
the modest token of my esteem?

Yo, that's not what I meant.

Thank you, Miguel.

Spoken like a true nobleman.

Si.

Si, I remembered.

I hope you also remember to pay for it
this time.

It could have been ours, eh?

Don Enrique.

What, what did I say?

The past is a simple thing for you.

A match, a jacket, a rose.

I gave myself to something.

I married Ernesto.

It was a mistake.

But Ernesto paid for it, not I.

I cannot let go of the past that easily.

I still live with the pain.

Are you telling me to stay away?

No.

Only to go gently.

Not to hurry things.

Whatever is meant to be, there's time for
us.

Are you going with Carlos?

Don't, Enrique.

It's no good.

They're young, foolish.

Carlos and Rudy are exactly my age.

Don Miguel, adios.

All right.

Tonight we're knocking over a policy bank.

Every day they rip our people off with the
numbers games.

Tonight, we return the favor.

That's right, bro.

The ambassadors used to be a street
fighting clique and with the white hats now.

And this is our turf.

And we have to protect it.

Listen here, bro.

If it's too heavy and you can't handle it,
you can book it.

Did I say anything?

All right, man.
Dynamite.

Let's get out of here.

What the hell is going on?

Sit down and kiss your hands off the
table.

Better do it as a man says.

You know where it's getting breakfast?

That's right.
You watch, you listen, and you learn.

All right, all right.

All right.

All right, man.

You told that punk boss of yours to stay
out of the barrio.

You dig?

Tempt us down his own turf.

Listen, you suspect you don't come in
here.

If you ever see your
face again, you'll be

getting your mail on the
bottom of the East River.

Hey, brother, let me tell you something.

Hey, brother.

There's got to be 10,000 G's here.

There's got to be over 10,000 G's,
man.

They're going to be...
They're going to be... bad.

Protecting the people can be profitable
business, Carlos.

Hey, priest.

He reported to the cops.

Nobody claiming.

So come back to the community where it
belongs.

Can I help you, senor?

Yeah.

Mr. Gregorio sends his regards.

Three monkeys.
Nobody saw anything.

Not even the cops.

Let him have it.

Do you think they stand still long enough
for me to talk to them?

Lieutenant Kojak would like to speak to
you.

Paco Rodriguez, he's dead.

And who's going to be next?

Now, look, we've got reason to believe
that there's a g*ng w*r heating up.

And Paco Rodriguez, he's the first
casualty.

And there's going to be more.

Unless you people just stand up and be
counted.

Paco Rodriguez is dead because he stood
up.

Well, there's a lot of truth in that.

But look, if you people only cooperate,
give us your trust...

Give him our blood, that's what he means.

Here, he asked us to cooperate.

Let the widows and the orphans multiply.

What's that to him?

You don't have to mourn our dead.

Not like you, not like me.

Listen, you can do nothing and you know
it.

Not with all your fancy talk and your
fancy arrests.

If we have to die, let us decide the
reason.

And it won't be your reason, puerco.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I will talk to them.

Sure.

You will forgive me, Father, if I don't
hold my breath.

Come on.

I want Alvarez in my office and I want him
now.

Don't you think that's a little risky?

What if I should burn him?

Hey, when I get
through with him, you can

roast him on a barbecue
spit for all I care.

You gotta have a case of the mental terristers
pulling a grandstand play like that.

I was only trying to score some points for
the natives.

Man, if I want to secure
information for you, I

got to secure my position
in the barrio, don't I?

Oh, no. You're not gonna charge all
your way out of this one that easy, baby.

Because if I had a little more
a*mo, I would have brought

you up on a charge of impeding
a homicide investigation.

A homicide that never would have happened
had you done your job.

Man, Paco was a sitting duck.

Hey, provisions were made to protect them.

Who figured they'd have no huts but to hit
them in broad daylight?

Paco held back.

Oh, yeah, sure, he gave us building.

When it came time to ID Kincaid's K*llers,
he froze.

What difference does it make, any of it?

Building was bailed and out on the bricks
in time for the 6 o'clock news.

Now, if Paco had lived to testify,
if you'd managed to put building away,

what's the max he would have pulled?

I tell you, 90 days in
summer camp, a germ like that

destroys hundreds of lives
and gets his lap on the wrist.

A kid clips a toaster, they throw the key
away.

Captain, I'm yanking him before he does
any more damage.

Hey, look, I don't know what's getting
into you, but whatever it is, you can work

it off in Staten Island because you're no
good to me here.

Is that all, Lieutenant?

You damn well better hope so.

Now get out!

You satisfied?

I'd feel a lot better if I had a dog to
kick, eh, Frank?

I want to put a plant on Gregorio.

Why?

Well, you read Paco's death as a warning,
right?

And an object lesson to keep the other
fish in line.

Who authorized it?

Well, you got to scratch Belding.

I mean, he'd be the first one to be
suspected.

Gregorio, though, he's in a box.

Everybody's making moves but him.

He's got to retaliate.

If he doesn't up his RBI, who knows it?

He's back in the minor leagues.

I'm convinced.
Plan away.

Yeah, man, why not Belding?

He's out on bail.

Because, for a job like that, he would
hire somebody.

Don't you understand, bro?

Hey, come on, come on.

What's the difference?

The orders came from him.

That's right.

Belding's just a glorified flunky.

He don't give orders, he takes them.

Amateurs.

Now you want to k*ll Belding?

Like you'd k*ll King Cade?

Like you'd k*ll the others?

And sooner or later, you'd deliver
yourselves into the hands of the police.

And for what?

Hey, bro, we're the main men around here,
you understand?

And we have to strike blows, you dig?

Right.

Then strike it where it counts.

If you would k*ll the snake, you must cut
off its head.

Yeah, like, uh, break it down for me.

You're supposed to be so smart,
bro.

Like, how are we going to do it?
Tell us, come on.

With my help, it's possible.

Yeah, like the kind of help you gave Paco,
right?

I was wrong.

But I believed there was another way.

It was my duty to believe.

A cop?

A pig?

A giant pig?

Kojak figured a rival mob was behind the
killings.

And I was supposed to nose around.

But I came home.

I came back to my old neighborhood.

And things happened.

Paco's dead because of me.

But that's something I have to live with.

But that doesn't mean I have to let
Mr. Gregorio go on living with it, too.

You're beautiful.
Thanks.

Bye.

Uh, that was Mason Skipper.

He's talking to one of the stool pigeons.

And the guy says the words
on the street that a policy

bank of Gregorio's was
cleaned out the other night.

And get this, lieutenant.

The perpetrator is four masked Hispanics.

Hispanics?

Lieutenant Kojak?

Now, forget the townhouse.

It'd be easier breaking into Radio City.

Hey, we could ambush him in his garage.

Security's too tight there.

Besides, once he gets
into that bulletproof wagon

of his, you need a guided
m*ssile to blow him away.

Oye, espérate, Enrique.

How about a b*mb, man?

Sure.

See if they rent you one in the armory.

Now, listen, guys.

We'll only get one crack at Gregorio.

And if we don't make it,
there'll be a fence around

him so high even King
Kong wouldn't climb it.

I vote for Coney.

Coney Island, man?

Right.

Now, listen, I find out Gregorio's a
creature of habit.

Today's Friday.

And every Friday, regular as clockwork,
he swings by his key places to check the

week's receipts and winds up at Coney
Island.

Now, come two o'clock, he'll be sitting at
Napoli's Seven Seas Restaurant,

stuffing his face with steamed clams,
scungilli, and cheesecake.

Man, it's perfect.

Está seguro, María?

Sí.

This is your amendment.

Muchas gracias, señora.

We'll pick up our suspect.

Then I'll send a car for her.

She'll have to pick him out of the line
-up.

Padre, por favor, dígale que yo lo siento
en el alma que no hablé más temprano,

pero fue que me dijeron que no hablar.

She says she's sorry she failed to speak
up earlier, but she was warned not to.

Warned by whom?

¿Quién te lo dijo?

Enrique Álvarez.

Give me Lieutenant Gruber.

He's standing there.

Oh, Lieutenant, just a second,
please.

What about Monk?

Do we pick him up?

Later.

First I want to speak to our Puerto Rican
superfly.

Excuse me.
That's Lieutenant Gruber on line three.

Gruber.

What have you done with the prodigal son?

What do you mean he hasn't shown up?

How should I know?
He's your hot dog.

Yeah, all right.
We'll keep in touch.

We got tzures?

Oh, we got tzures, all right.

I just don't know what flavor.

Stavros!

We got a current location on Gregorio?

Yeah, well, the last time Saperstein
checked in, they were on the move.

They could be anywhere, Lieutenant.

What are you thinking?

I'm just remembering a question that
Álvarez asked.

When are we going after Gregorio?

Want to know something?

I got a sneak of suspicion that he ran out
of patience.

Come on.
It'll only be a minute.

Okay, but hurry up, man.

You know how much time we got.

Listen, I only got a minute, but I want to
say something to you.

If I can only put the words together.

I've been thinking over what you said about
the past having so little claim on me.

But you're right.

Listen, all I ever had my eye on,
what was really important, was the future.

Come on, listen.

I didn't drop out of school, not like Carlos,
not like Luisa, so many of the others.

I hung in there until I could get that
diploma.

My passport out of here.

What I did was... Well, I
didn't drop out of school.

I dropped out of life.

Come on, it's a fact and you know it is.

And life is no free ride, isn't it?

It's something you've got to pay for.

It's like membership in the ambassadors.

If you don't keep up your dues,
you ain't a member.

Well, I guess that says it.

And if you don't, I'd better give myself a
speech right.

Oh, listen, I forgot the most important
thing.

I love you.

Enrique, wait!

Can't you just have a babysitter, and then
I'll take you to dinner tonight, all right?

Enrique!

Lieutenant, Saperstein on line two.

Saperstein, where the hell are you?

Hey, Rizzo and I are down in Coney Island,
a place called Napoli's Seven Seas,



Now, Gregorio's inside with Monk.

Anybody else there?

No, as far as I can tell, we got
the place to ourselves. Why?

Well, you sit on him till I get there.

Anybody try to leave, you put the cups on
him.

Okay.

Get a wiggle on, okay?

We're going bye-bye.

What's up?

You know, I think I'm catching a cold.

I think you're right.

Hey, what'd I tell you?

All right, man, let's waste them.

Hey, no, no, no.

Not now.

Let's wait till they come out.

Now, wait a minute.

Oh, Monk, I forgot.

He's going back in.

Rudy, keep the motor running.

All right, so what's happening?

Yeah, they came out a couple of minutes
ago, Lieutenant, but Gregorio went back in.

You know, I think I'm catching a cold.

All right, hot chicken soup.

Blow your nose
and... All right, let's go.

Let's move.

Gregorio, greeting from the people.

Call the police.

Where go?

Carlos, go!

Quique!

Freeze!

Freeze!

You guys... Oh, you pull your
shifts, and then you go home to your...

your martinis and your color TV.

You don't have to live there.

You can leave it at the office.

Some of us can.