Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 3 - Shadow Dancer - full transcript

NARRATOR: Chicago, 1963.

Last week on "Crime Story,"
Lieutenant Michael Torello,

head of Chicago's
Major Crime Unit,

learned that Ray
Luca is proposing

to form a nationwide
bookmaking network

headquartered in Las Vegas.

Torello read into the
ambitiousness of Luca's plan

and the control of his
impulse to violence

that Luca had graduated.

He was no longer a street punk.

Torello also correctly guessed
Ray Luca exploited the MCU's



preoccupation with
a mass murderer

to send his crew on a daylight
armed robbery of a jewelry

store.

Luca's crew consisted of
Pauli Taglia, Frank Holman,

and Holman's ex-cellmate,
Vincent Noonan.

As last week's episode
ended, Luca launched his crew

on the home invasion of
a wealthy coin collector.

This week on "Crime Story."

[crickets chirping]

--[screams] What have you
done with my husband?

NOVAK: Please.

Please, don't hurt us.
-There's a safe here.

-Don't hurt us, please.
My wife is sick.

-I want you to open it now.



-Right, there's jewelry,
coins-- take them!

-(SCREAMING) No!

Oh, no!

-Open it!

Open it!

-There's jewelry.

There's coins.
Please don't hurt my wife.

-Open it!

Shut up!

Open the safe!

[glass breaking]

-Please!

[woman screams]

[music - del shannon, "runaway"]

[MUSIC GENE CHANDLER, "DUKE OF
EARL"]

-Pair of fours right there.

-Another four.

-Go ahead.

Oh, yeah.

Same gig.

Seven cards.

Ooh, a king, 3, 9.

-What am I gonna do with that?

-10, 3, 7.

-Come on.

MIKE TORELLO: So who's high?

Oh, you gotta leave
the card on it.

King.

King is high.

DANNY KRYCHEK: Keep your--
I can see your cards, Joey.

FRANK GROSSMAN: Come
on, bet all your money.

-That's why you have this many
chips, and everybody else is--

MIKE TORELLO: No, it's your
bet.

You have to bet.

Because you're high, see?

-50 cents.

-That's a quarter.

-You got a king?

And the other two cards are--

-That's a quarter?

-Yeah, you put in two chips?

JOEY INDELLI: I
put in two chips.

[phone ringing]

MIKE TORELLO: OK.

Pot's right.

OK.

7?

Nothing.

5.

Deuce.

Ooh, 2, 3.

Your king, buddy.

King, 7.

First king 7, your hand.

-OK, pick 'em up.

Let's go.

We got a home invasion.

VINCENT NOONAN: What are
you gonna do with all that?

-Didn't you ever hear of silver?

We melt it down.

FRANK HOLMAN: Pauli, just pack
up the stuff and get moving,

all right?

Once word hits the
street, there's

gonna be heat all
over the place.

-Yeah?

Why don't you talk
to your cellmate?

Sweetheart, Mr.
Atlas over there.

-I'm tired of you.

-Come on.

Come on, try me!

Come on.

With my friends I clown around.

With you, all you get is dead!

-Pauli.

Pauli.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Come on.

Give me the gun.

-I'm gonna go sit
in the station.

Wait for my train.

-Good.

-Cops don't look in
train stations no more.

-Look, we're going
to have to answer

to some people
for what happened.

It wasn't necessary, man.

-Frank, we're working.

I ain't no babysitter when
we do a play like that.

-Well, look, you
didn't have to hit her.

I mean, this is not the joint.

It's the street.

It causes heat.

-What do I do?

Let her beat on me?

If she hadn't have struggled,
nothing would've happened.

It's her fault she's dead.

-Mr. Novak, I know you've been
through this a dozen times

with the homicide
detectives, but we

need for you to tell
us what happened.

-I wake up with a
flashlight in my face.

I get cracked in the head
and dragged into the den,

and my face jammed up against
the dial on my floor safe.

And he's yelling,
uh, open it, open it.

MIKE TORELLO: How many men?

-I don't know.

I don't.

MIKE TORELLO: What
did he hit you with?

NOVAK: A gun.

DANNY KRYCHEK: Well, how
did you know it was a gun?

-Well, this is how I know.

-Mr. Novak, that's
evidence that you were hit.

Are you sure it was a
gun and not a lead pipe?

-That's right.

-Did you see the gun again?

-Yes, at the safe.

He stuck it in my face.

-Can you describe it?

-It was a chrome gun.

Uh, silver.

It had a white handle
with an eagle on it.

-Mr. Novak, you can help
us a lot in our work

in trying to catch these people.

I know these are bad
times, but you're

going to have to try
to hang in there.

-I think Mr. Novak has answered
enough questions for today.

NOVAK: Uh, no I'm,
uh-- I'm OK, Inger.

-We're going to need a list from
you of all the services you've

had in the house in
the past few years.

Insurance appraisers,
repairmen-- the works.

You should make the list
yourself, Mr. Novak.

It might jog your memory.

-Anything else?

-No, that's, uh--
that's all for now.

-I'm, uh-- I'm going for a walk.

-Stay with him.

-Yeah.

-Danny, cover the outside.

See if you can find anything.

Anything at all.

-Yeah, sure thing, Mike.

-I'm Mr. Novak's personal
assistant, Inger Thorson.

Maybe I can be of some help.

MIKE TORELLO: How long have you
been working for the Novaks?

-Three years.

-Anybody in Novak's company
ask about his house?

Security systems,
habits, stuff like that?

-No.

What are you looking for?

-I don't know.

What, uh, kind of name is Inger?

-It's Swedish.

-I thought most
Swedes were blondes.

-That's Norwegians.

-What's your relationship
with Mr. Novak?

-Professional or personal?

-Professional first.

-I'm his secretary.

Personal relationships--
other than the high regard

I hold for Mr. and Mrs.
Novak, there is none.

He can't really help you any
more than he has, can he?

-Not really?

-Trying to give him
something to do,

so he feels like
he's fighting back.

So he doesn't sink.

-Well, you never know.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE):
Lieutenant Torello, please?

-Yes, just a minute.

-Torello.

(BREATHLESSLY) My
god, I'm so excited!

-Yeah?

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE):
You won't believe it!

It's so amazing.

MIKE TORELLO: Yeah?

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE):
I can't believe it myself.

Isn't it wonderful?

-What?

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE):
(SHOUTING) I'm pregnant!

-Oh, Julie, that's great.

That's just wonderful.

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE):
Oh, I'm so excited!

Isn't it wonderful, honey?

-That's-- listen, what time
are you getting off tonight?

JULIE TORELLO (ON
PHONE): Uh, uh,

I could work all day,
but I-- I'm regularly--

-OK.

I'll meet you there.

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE): OK.

-I'll be there
and I'll meet you.

I promise.

OK?

JULIE TORELLO (ON PHONE): Oh,
honey, we're having a baby.

I love you.

-OK.

I-- I love you too, Julie.

All right.

JULIE TORELLO (ON
PHONE): Gotta go!

-Bye.

-Something wrong?

-No.

No.

No, everything's fine.

Uh, I'm gonna be a father.

My wife, she's, uh, pregnant.

-That's wonderful.

Congratulations.

-Oh, thanks.

-In the middle of all this,
something to be happy about.

-Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

-Mike.

-What can I do for you, Joey?

-I'm down at the detail.

I'm listening to Butch.

-What's a Butch?

-Holman's wife.

The Gross man calls her Butch.

You ever see her?

-No.

Come on.

-So, Butch is on the phone
with a friend, right?

She's talking about how
Holman came home last night

all worried and
screaming at her.

Something really bad happened.

A guy he did a favor for and
brought him in on a first score

screwed up and hurt
somebody really bad.

Hurt them so they never hurt
again, she says he says.

Well, then she tells her friend
that she's afraid that Frank's

going to go away again,
this time forever.

Mike, the Novak.

The Novak invasion.

You remember how
Connelly said that Holman

was a whacked-out home invader?

Well, Wes put this
together before he died.

Mike, Holman's on the
street, and all of a sudden,

we got invasions.

-If it is Holman, guess who's
crew put down the Novak score?

-Ray Luca.

MIKE TORELLO: Exactly.

Sounds like a routine home
invasion with a new guy.

The new guy screws up.

He kills Mrs. Novak.

-If we get Holman and
this Novak killing,

he'll roll over
and give us Luca.

MIKE TORELLO: In
a second, if it's

that or the electric chair.

We know that Holman was
involved in the Novak score.

Luca doesn't know that we know.

We have to get to Holman
before Luca finds out.

You're gonna turn up
the heat on Bartoli

so that he pressures Luca
to give us the new guy.

You and I are gonna let Holman
know that he does have a friend

or two in this world
that he can talk to.

[music playing]

-Joey, go see what he tossed.

Don't I know you?

-No, I don't think so.

What's the problem, friend?

-Friend?

You got to qualify
to be my friend.

You're Frank Holman, aren't you?

FRANK HOLMAN: Yeah,
that's what they tell me.

-You want to be nice
about this, Frank,

or do you want to be a goof?

Because if you
want to be a goof,

we can talk in the showers,
down at the station.

JOEY INDELLI: What he tossed.

-Ah.

Up to your old
tricks, huh, Frank?

-No, man.

No more joint for me.

I'm a locksmith.

-Oh, that's nice.

-Then why'd you toss it?

-Look, I got a sheet, all right?

I don't want no problems.

-Well, if you're working
straight-up, Frank,

we don't want to
cause you any heat.

You mind if we search your car?

-No.

No, go right ahead.

-Step out of the car.

We need some new
pictures of you.

You know, you're a lot
uglier than you used to be.

What happened to you?

-Look, you want
to do me a favor?

-Well, that depends, Frank.

-I'm clean, right?

You give me a pass.

I'd appreciate it.

I'll give you a call.

I'll come down to the stations,
and we'll get a new picture.

I gotta pick up my
kid at the doctor.

-That's no problem, Frankie.

No problem at all.

Listen, here's my
name and my number.

You give me a call on
that Area 6 robbery.

My name is Sergeant Collins.

-Collins?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-Ralph.

My friends call me Ralph.

-Well, you buy yourself
some lunch on me, Ralph.

Thanks for the pass.

-Any time, Frankie.

Any time at all.

Anything else at
the Holman stakeout?

JOEY INDELLI: Nothing.

-Joey and I tossed Holman.

He thinks he's got a
crooked cop in his pocket.

Anybody calling on the private
line asking for Sergeant

Ralph Collins, take a message.

Don't leave any names.

WALTER CLEMMONS:
What about Taglia?

-You spot him, bring him in.

Bartoli?

-Oh, I leaned on a heavy
loser, and he tipped

to a floating crap
game that Bartoli runs.

-Oh, great.

You know what to do.

-With pleasure.

-All right.

The new father is going
to duck for a while now.

I'll see you guys later.

-Mike?

-Yeah?

-Congratulations, Papa.

-Oh, thanks, Walter.

-Yeah, congratulations, Mike.

-Thanks, Joey.

See you around.

-Ooh.

Very sexy.

-The saleslady tried
to talk me into buying

one of those slinky negligees.

I thought you'd want
something to be warm.

-What, you think being
pregnant makes you shiver?

(LAUGHING) I love it.

-(SIGHING) I don't know, Julie.

I've been thinking
about having this baby.

What if it comes
out looking like me?

JULIE TORELLO: He'll
be irresistible.

-What if it's a girl?

-We'll get rid of the mirrors.

MIKE TORELLO: Watch yourself.

Oh, that one's from Kramer.

-Aw!

What is this, a baby
shower on my first day?

-He wants to be the godfather.

-They didn't have
to do any of this.

Is there anything yet?

Is there a glow?

MIKE TORELLO: Julie,
you're the best.

You've only been
pregnant for three hours.

-[sighs happily] A surprise.

Oh, Michael, that's beautiful!

-Well, there's a cold
Chicago winter coming up.

I want my family to
be nice and warm.

-Mmm.

Thanks.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

-Julie.

I'm not here.

-Hello?

Uh, just a minute.

You tell her.

-Hello?

-It's Inger.

Am I calling at a bad time?

-Yes, Miss Thorson.

Actually, you are.

Do you have something for me?

-I'll bet she does.

-Well, you said if I had
any information-- uh,

I-- I shouldn't have called.

MIKE TORELLO (ON
PHONE): Where are you?

-I'm at the Regency Bar.

-I'll be there in
about 20 minutes.

Julie, I gotta go.

It's the Novak case.

Nothing else would drag me away.

-Right.

-Listen, why don't
you go with me?

-I can't.

-No, no, I'm serious.

Come on with me.

-No.

If I go there, I'll only get
depressed, and I feel great.

I don't want to hear about
all that horrible stuff.

Hurry back?

-I will.

PHIL BARTOLI: Cover the point.

You want to stay,
you gotta play.

Come on.

Your down.

Come on.

Your down or not?

-Police!

Up against the wall.

-Turk.

Hit the button.

Hit the button!

[buzzer]

[gamblers shout]

[gunshot]

[brakes screech]

DANNY KRYCHEK: Get
over against the wall!

Get!

Get!

Come on.

Don't be stupid, Turk.

-What the hell is this?

Who the hell are you?

-I'm a bad dream.

-You can't do this.

I'm protected.

-Nothing's protected!

Till we get the creep
on the Novak murder.

-I had nothing to do with that.

You get the hell out of here.

-You got the streets.

He's out on 'em.

Maybe you fenced the merch.

Maybe you didn't.

But you know who did.

And you're shut down
till we get him.

FRANK GROSSMAN: Empty
your pockets, now!

-Gonna play hard
ball with me, huh?

Come on.

Pinch me.

I'll be out on the streets
again in five minutes.

Let's see where the weight is.

-I don't need weight.

What do I need weight for?

I got gasoline.

-Give it here!

Gimme that!
What do you want?

What do you want, huh?

-We're on your back,
and everyone else's

back, till we get this guy.

Day and night.

You don't know where he is?

Well, go find him.

We'll give you a merit badge.

All right, let's
get out of here.

-This is a list of everyone that
does business with Mr. Novak.

I thought it might
be of some help.

-This could have kept.

You dragged me out
of my house for this?

-I realized you were trying
to help Mr. Novak today.

In what you were
saying to him, I mean.

I need help.

I had a few drinks, which I'm
not used to, and I called you.

This was really wrong of me.

I-- I shouldn't have dragged
you away from your family.

I'm very sorry, Lieutenant.

-What's the problem?

-It's trivial, really.

You should go.

-Look, I'm here now.

I got a drink.

So tell me what it is.

-This whole experience
has-- I don't know.

I-- you know, I was doing fine.

There's been a lot
of pressure on me,

with the death of Mrs. Novak.

I tried to talk about
it with my boyfriend,

but he just got impatient.

And I blew up.

Things got really ugly.

I guess I just wanted
to be understood.

So I called you.

I shouldn't have.

You seem like an
understanding man,

and you make people
feel they're protected.

-He hit you.

You feel better now?

-Yeah.

Very much.

-Maybe this list will help.

I gotta go.

Get a new boyfriend.

[knock]

[knock]

-What's going on?

-Mr. Bartoli wants to see you.

-Now?

-In the car.

-What' up?

-The cops just busted up my
game because of the Novak job.

I had to cover 35 G's
of people's money.

I mean, uh, they-- they don't
even have respect for money.

They-- they stole
it, I understand.

These guys burn it.

-Who were the cops?

They know anything?

-Homicide, Burglary.

Who knows?

Who cares?

My crap game, it ain't business.

It's-- it's my kicks, you know?

This was a message.

That is why they burn money.

The point is this.

This guy on the Novak
thing, he's wrong.

That shouldn't have happened.

Now you get him out of my life.

I don't want to
hear about nothing.

Nothing this hot comes--
comes tracking back to me.

-Sorry, Mr. Bartoli--

-I don't want to hear sorry.

I want results, fast.

-It's done.

[engine starts]

PHIL BARTOLI: Get out of here.

[jazz music playing]

-You want yours here, or
you want it out at the car?

-What's the delay in
cutting up the bread?

-Well, the boss
takes care of that.

-He took his cut?

-Sure, he takes his cut.

So do other people.

-Who?

-It ain't important.

You ask too many questions.

What are you, a cop?

-Look, Vince, count it.

-That ain't funny.

You know, you got a big mouth.

FRANK HOLMAN: Come on.

Let's beat it.

We got things to
do, and I don't want

anybody here when
the boss comes in.

-Cut it out.

-Are they done?

-Yes.

-Good, I'm starving.

[doorbell rings]

-Oh.
-Who's that?

-Must be Danny.

I'll get it.

[speaking polish]

-Take your hands off my baby.

-I'll get this.

-Ooh.

MIKE TORELLO: Danny, come on.

-Mm.

JULIE TORELLO: Want
some breakfast?

-Oh, sure.

-Aren't you gonna even
pretend that you came here

for something other than food?

How did it go?

-It went down like a dream.

Bartoli went right to Luca and
got him out in his bathrobe.

-Good.

JULIE TORELLO: How
do like your eggs?

-Scrambled, please.

-Anything on the
coins and jewelry?

-Nothing on the streets.

Either he's got a new fence,
or he downed it out of town.

-Out of town?

Some big deal with Weisbord,
downing merchandise out

of town?

This guy is really moving.

-Oh, thank you, Julie.

-Any time.

-Oh, those, uh-- those
mug shots from Joliet

of Holman's old cellmates?

-Mhm?

-They'll be coming
up in the morning.

-Good.

-And Lieutenant Torello's
going to be home

early this evening
to help me sort out

the delivery of the
dining room table.

Right, honey?

-You heard it from
the boss, Danny.

-Good coffee, Julie.

-Thanks.

RAY LUCA: Pauli,
bring me one of those.

-Say, what is all that stuff?

-You know, last night, Bartoli
wakes me up because the cops

broke up one of his crap games.

You know why?

-No.

-(SHOUTING) 'Cause your
moron offed that Novak broad!

Her husband's only one of
the richest guys in Chicago.

-Ray--

RAY LUCA: Ray what?

Bartoli's concerned
about the heat.

So am I.

-Look, the cops
don't know nothing.

They got no idea who
put down that score.

They're grabbing at straws.

Bartoli--

-Look, I'm doing things here
beyond your comprehension.

And I deal with
Bartoli in my own way.

You created a problem, Frank.

You solve it.

And I'm telling you, it
better not come back to me.

-Hey, Noonan don't know you.

-He knows me.

And I don't want it
coming back to me, either.

-Hey, shut up, Pauli.

-Hey, look.

Noonan did three
years in the hole

because he wouldn't
give up a guy

who pinched a loaf of bread.

-I don't care about
a loaf of bread.

He goes down now.

You handle it.

Meeting adjourned.

-What are you gonna do?

It was your pal.

-He goes.

[phone ringing]

-Yeah?

-Hey, Vince.

How you doing, man?

VINCENT NOONAN (ON
PHONE): All right.

-Good.

VINCENT NOONAN (ON
PHONE): What is it, Frank?

-Uh, look, I just
talked to the boss,

and uh, he says that
everything's OK.

He's even got
another score for us.

-That's good.

Whatever you say, Frank.

FRANK HOLMAN (ON PHONE):
OK, I'll talk to you.

-Thank you, Frank.

FRANK HOLMAN (ON PHONE): Yeah.

SALESMAN: I know what you
people are interested in.

You're interested in
this genuine Naugahyde

seven-way Recline-a-Lounge.

-My name is Michael Torello.

My wife and I have a problem.

You haven't delivered our table.

-Uh, Rural Harvest set, right?

-Right.

-Yeah, we had a
strike at the factory,

and the drivers are out now.

And soon as they
settle, well, you're

gonna be the first
one to get delivery.

-Mr. Shaffel, I don't
care about strikes.

My husband and I are being
mistreated, and I resent it.

-Yeah, well, uh--

-I'll pick the table up.

-Factory's in North
Carolina. [laughs]

--[laughs sardonically] Then
we'd like to refund, please.

-Sorry.

No refunds.

JULIE TORELLO: Then
give us the table.

You CAN'T keep the
money and the table.

-Hey, look, lady,
I make more money

on time payments and
repossessions, OK?

Don't think you're doing
me any favors here.

Want to talk about
anything else,

take it up with my
friend over here, Bruce.

He's my complaint
department, OK?

-My wife is not "hey, lady."

Don't even think
about it, Brucey.

You got a choice.

Either we get a refund or the
table now, or I come back later

and you got big problems.

SALESMAN: Hey, come on, pal.

Gimme a break, will you?

It's not my problem, huh?

Hey, I just work
here, all right?

Hey, listen, come on.

Just-- I'll make some
calls in the morning.

I'll see what I can do, huh?

First thing in the morning,
when I get in here.

Come on, give me a
break, will you, pal?

-Uh, can we get the hell
out of here now, please?

SALESMAN: Hey, I'm-- I'm glad
we got that straightened out.

-I've never been so
embarrassed in my life.

-Who, him?

I'll take care of him.

Come on.

-Take care of him?

What are you going to do?

Shoot him?

Or beat him up?

-What's wrong with you?

Believe me when
I tell you I know

how to handle guys like that.

-Yeah, right.

Why can't we ever have a
fight with a dumb clerk,

like anybody else?

No.

You have to start
a street brawl.

-What did you expect me to
do, just stand around there

while he talked
to you like that?

Come on, will ya?

-No.

You're always pushing
people around.

And guns, and shouting.

I'm sick of it.

Where's the normal life?

-There is no normal
life if you let

jerks like that
screw you around.

-Maybe that's true.

But you started
that fight 'cause

you're in a hurry to
get done with this.

A cop in a hurry.

No regard for the fact
that I'm with you,

and maybe it's not a good
idea to start a street brawl.

-Julie, don't be
upset about this.

It's no big deal.

I'm sorry, all right?

Look, Julie, honey, I don't
want you to be upset about this.

So I'm not sorry.

The guy was a big jerk.

-Yeah?

Well, I am sorry.

I got news for you,
Lieutenant Torello.

I deserve a little
more consideration.

-Julie.

Julie!

-Thank god you've come.

-(SLURRING) Get away from me.

-Mr. Novak.

Al.

It's me, Mike Torello.

-They won't let me have
another drink, Lieutenant.

-Seems to me they made
the right decision.

-(SHOUTING) I want
another drink!

[glasses shattering]

-Come on.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

-Torello, you gotta promise
me five minutes alone

with this guy when you get him.

-Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

-There's nobody
there anymore, Mike.

Nobody there.

-"To last terms.

Lineup decisions, "United
States v. Wade 388."

388.

-What are you doing here?

-Studying.

-Anything happening?

-Yeah.

Private line rang a few times.

I didn't answer.

-What are you studying?

-Real estate trusts.

-How long till you
get your degree?

-Another year.

-Then what are you gonna do?

-I haven't decided yet.

Maybe I'll stick on the job.

Maybe I'll get some
experience as a prosecutor.

I don't know.

-Yeah, well, stick
with it, Joey.

You get 10, 15 years on this
job, you get tired of it.

You want to quit.

-I-- I don't know if I ever
could leave this job, Mike.

I mean, I-- I like this work.

It's every cop's dream to
be on a unit like this.

And the day'll come when
I'm good at it, like you,

and I won't have to be
worried about getting

dumped back in the uniform.

Bad efficiency marks,
stuff like that.

Maybe someday even
make Sergeant.

-Or wind up like Wes.

Dead.

[sigh]

-You posing for pictures?

Or you gonna pull the trigger?

You posing for pictures?

Or you gonna pull the trigger?

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

FRANK HOLMAN (ON
PHONE): Collins.

-Yeah.

FRANK HOLMAN (ON PHONE):
There's a phone booth

by the Mercury Boat
Landing, Lower Wacker.

You be there in an hour.

I'm gonna make you a captain.

-Hello?

Hello?

-What do you figure this is?

-Could be a drill.

-This from Luca?

-I don't know.

-Mike.

-Yeah?

-Those, uh, mug shots from
Joliet of Holman's cellmates?

-Yeah?

-Think I found the
killer of Mrs. Novak.

-Great work.

Vincent "Dusty" Noonan.

What's his claim to fame?

-Manslaughter.

Beat his wife to death in a bar.

He got paired up with
Holman in the joint.

I know.

I busted him when I was
working in Homicide.

But it's not all that great.

Mike, Noonan'd never
roll over on Holman.

Never in a million years.

I know him.

This guy did three years in
the hole over a loaf of bread.

-Even if he knew that
Holman tipped us off to him?

-If Noonan saw Holman
testify against him in court,

he wouldn't rat.

He'd wait-- three, five, fifty
years-- and he'd kill Holman.

Took me three weeks even
to tell me his real name.

MIKE TORELLO: You know
what this means, don't you?

-What?

-If they're sending
us Noonan, and the MCU

pinches Noonan, not Ralph
Collins, the friendly cop

on the take?

DANNY KRYCHEK: Yeah?

-Luca knows we're on to him.

And we lose Luca.

If we pitch Noonan,
we lose Luca.

-Hey, we can't give
Noonan a free pass here.

What do you want to do, Mike?

-I don't know.

I really don't know.

-This is junk, Pauli.

Pauli, this is junk.

Supposed to be another safe.

-I can't find the other safe.

I look, I tell you.

-We got people gone for a week
and he can't find the safe?

This is his information.

-Right.

Well, uh, we can't leave the
car on the street for this long.

I want you to take this
stuff back to your place,

and I want you to come
back for us in an hour.

All right?

Did you find the other safe?

-Yeah.

It was a cheap one.

I got in it in five minutes.

100 G's in cash and stones.

What'd he get?

-Couple of grand worth of
savings bonds and a will.

-Make the call.

Let's go.

And I hope you got
this figured right.

-Nobody ever accused
him of having brains.

[phone ringing]

-Yeah?

-Hey, Collins.

You want the Novak killer?

Did you hear me?

It'll make you a chief.

-Yeah, go ahead.

-Yeah, he just put down a prowl.

Within five minutes, he's gonna
come driving right past you

in a 1961 white Chevrolet.

The score's in the car.

It's so fresh it ain't gonna
be reported for a while.

You owe me.

-Hello?

-What's going on?

-Tell the guys to fan out.

There's gonna be a '61 Chevy
coming through here any minute.

-OK, now what do you want to do?

-I don't know, Danny.

Let's go.

-Yeah.

Lower Wacker Drive and Michigan.

-Listen, Mike.

I know you really
want this guy Luca.

But worst case here, we
gotta take this guy down.

Justice has to be served here.

-Listen to me, Danny.

Don't preach to me
about justice, OK?

It's not that easy, and it
doesn't come out of a book.

-Holman.

It's a set-up.

[tires squealing]

-He's running.

-Still moving south on Wacker.

[siren blaring]

[music playing]

OK, we're by Harrison,
still moving south.

[tires screeching]

-South from Harrison.

-South from Harrison.

-South from Post.

-Past Post.

[screams]

[tires screeching]

[siren approaching]

[tires screeching]

-Damn it.

Come on, come on.

We want this guy alive.

Let's go.

[tires screeching]

Danny, go to the other
side of the bridge!

DANNY KRYCHEK: All
right, you got it!

[bell ringing]

[grunting with effort]

-Help me!

Help me.

[screams]

[thud]

[panting]

[voices on police radio]

-You all right?

-Yeah, fine.

-Hey.

We checked Noonan out.

He's dead.

-The interests of
justice just got served.

[music - del shannon, "runaway"]