Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 9 - Justice Hits the Skids - full transcript
Angered by the death of his friend, Torello decides to ignore the FBI and goes after Holman himself. Luca goes into fencing business. Abram's girlfriend Suzanne is attacked while investigating street drug dealers for her new piece.
[rain dripping]
[glass shatters]
[thunder crashes]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-Woah, man.
[dog barking]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-Remember we used to play
American Legion ball here?
We wanted to see our numbers
up there on the scoreboard.
-Yeah, I remember.
-Do you remember that cop,
Gary-- what was his name?
The guy that kept chasing
us out of Wrigley Field.
[laughing]
-Ball.
[music playing]
-What's this about, Mikey?
Huh?
-It's about the pension fund.
-Come here, you little--
-Abe, what the hell?
What?
Are you going to
push me around, too?
Now, what the hell's
the matter with you?
-I want to know what's going on.
[music playing]
-You know what you're
getting into with Luca?
What are you, an outfit
guy all of a sudden?
-Get outta here.
-Business?
What business can you have
with Luca and Weisbord?
[music playing]
-You don't make one deal
with Weisbord or Luca.
Then once you're in, you're in
for the duration, which means
the contract
expires when you do.
-Mike told me what to do.
It's go to the FBI or
the MCU and expose you.
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[music playing]
[door closes]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
-Surely, goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days
of my life, and I will dwell in
the House of the Lord forever.
And so, my friends, as we bid
farewell to our beloved friend
Ted Kehoe, we pray for
the soul and the spirit,
that there be peace and
everlasting contentment
as he enters the gates of heaven
and accepts the will of God.
[music playing]
[kisses cheek]
-Danny.
-Hi, Julie.
-Have you seen Mike?
-He said he'd be here.
Well.
-Chief.
[kisses cheek]
-Where's Mike?
Have you seen him?
-You know how he is, Julie.
I don't think I
understand myself.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
-Hey, Mr. Bartoli.
You should be
embarrassed serving this.
-Um, well, for you, I'm going
to take it back in there, sir.
But you don't like this cut
of beef, it's out of your life
forever.
I'm sorry.
Really, my apologies.
I'm going to send
you guys a drink.
Come over here.
Tell Max to put on
some tenderizer,
beat it up a little, heat it up
a little, give it back to him.
If he keeps on complaining,
you tow his car
or you attack his
wife or something.
[music playing]
-Well, Phil?
-I sent for you.
It's a day and a half later.
-I had some business
to take care of.
-I am your business.
When I send for you,
whatever it is, you drop it.
What'd you get on
the safe score?
I guess you probably didn't
know about that, huh?
Well, where is it?
What'd you get?
-Nothing.
-No.
What's "nothing"?
-I opened it.
It was full of air.
By the way, how's Johnny Fossi
doing with our Vegas operation?
-What's that supposed to mean?
-There are too many
unanswered questions for you
to be laying down laws, Phil.
That's what that means.
[music playing]
-Your chicken's very
good, by the way.
[fork scrapes plate]
[music playing]
-Excuse me, sir.
You have a reservation?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Is this a-- is this a private--
[groans]
[music playing]
[punching sounds]
[music playing]
-Good work.
Good work.
Get outta here!
[background chatter]
-No.
Just go.
I want to go.
-I want to go.
-That Torello is
a dangerous man.
-He's nothing.
-Yeah?
Look again sometime in his eyes.
[door opens]
-Michael?
-Shirley.
-No one knew where you were.
-I couldn't go.
-I'm glad you came.
-I'm so sorry about Ted.
Is there anything I can do?
-No.
I feel like I feel him.
-Michael, you have
to see his family.
They're confused.
They don't know why
you weren't there.
-How can I see his family?
I don't have any
answers for them.
-They don't want
answers, Michael.
They just need to see you.
I have to go.
-Joey?
[music playing]
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-I wish things were different.
[music playing]
[door closes]
[music playing]
-I want to tell you
about my new assignment.
It's about heroin.
-Heroine?
What about it?
-And it's a "Mexican Brown."
You see, all of a sudden,
near the south side
and the west side,
there's a flood
of it coming from
across the border.
Cook County has reported
over three times the normal
amount of [non-english word].
-So it's going to be your focus?
-Evan, come on.
-Excuse me.
-You're going to have
to do something here.
-I don't want to stay--
-You know, I want to
start from the street.
I want to do a slice-of-life
story about the junky and--
-Monsieur, if you'll excuse me.
Would you mind terribly if we
moved you to another table?
-Where?
The back of the bus?
-Please, it's nothing
personal, and it's certainly
not a reflection of this
establishment's policies.
But some of our patrons-- if
you wouldn't mind moving, we'd--
-Yeah.
Yeah.
We mind.
-Ugh.
Let's go.
-No.
No.
We're staying
-David.
-We're staying.
We're eating here.
And you, bring us two
menus, a wine list, or I'll
sue your establishment
on the basis
of Katzenbach versus McClung.
I'm sure you're aware
of that decision.
-David, I don't
want to eat here.
-We're staying, and
we're eating here.
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
-All right.
[indistinct chatter]
-Excuse me.
I'm Suzanne Terry of
the Chicago Dispatch,
and I'd-- I'd like to
ask you a few questions.
-No.
No.
-Oh, no.
But they're--
-I can't help you.
-Please, I-- do
you have a minute?
-I really don't.
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
-Hey.
[background chatter]
-Excuse me.
-I ain't got any.
-Any what?
-Any of what you want.
Look, sugar.
I am on the clock.
Take it on down the street.
-Well--well, how much
does an hour run?
-For what?
-For a few questions.
-Oh, forget your questions.
-At 20 bucks.
Cash now?
-For lunch?
You can buy me a drink.
-How much you poppin' every day?
Look, I paid you your money.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Four nickel bags a day
when I got the cash.
Most of the town
know I just shake.
-And you stand on the street
corner to support your habit?
-No.
I'm a millionaire.
I'm a whore as a hobby.
[chuckles]
-Um, so what you shoot,
is that the Mexican Brown?
-Yeah.
Makes the world go
away like nothing else.
It's better than anything on
the street, but it ain't cheap.
I got a baby girl.
So sometime, instead of
the world going away,
I just shake and
sweat all night.
[music playing]
-I want to see where you live.
[music playing]
-Yeah.
Hey, how you doin'?
[background chatter]
-All right.
Let's go.
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
-What's going on, sweet thang?
[punching sounds]
[screams]
[music playing]
[screams]
-This is for you and
that white boyfriend.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Baby, now, you about
to learn why you don't
be coming around here
asking questions.
[music playing]
[ringing]
-Torello.
-Hi, Michael.
How are you?
-Fine.
-You sound like you're in
the middle of something.
-I am.
-Did you think of a place
to have dinner tonight?
You forgot.
-Only because I've
been really busy.
Listen, Ingrid, I
can't make it tonight.
How about tomorrow night?
-Oh, that's fine.
Bring a change of clothes.
-That sounds very nice.
I'll talk to you later.
Bye.
[ringing]
-Torello.
-Mike, this is David.
Look, Suzanne's been hurt badly.
I'm with her now.
-What hospital are you at?
-The University of Chicago.
-They beat her up, Mike.
-All right.
We're on our way.
Listen, David.
Don't do anything
until I get there.
-Yeah.
Okay.
[footsteps]
[dinging]
-How is she?
-They beat her to a pulp.
Then they kicked that around.
-She's lost a lot of
blood, and she's sleeping.
-Excuse me, Mr. Abrams?
You asked to be notified
the minute she woke up.
-Mike, thanks for coming.
-Yeah.
Can we talk to her?
-Come in.
-Oh, Mike.
Walter's on his way
back from the scene.
-Good.
I'll be right back.
-Suzanne, can you hear me?
[music playing]
-Yes.
[music playing]
-So tired.
I keep falling asleep.
-That's good.
It's good.
You're supposed to sleep.
[music playing]
-Suzanne, Mike Torello is here.
He wants to ask you
a few questions.
Are you up to it?
-Yeah.
-Mike.
Shall I leave?
-No.
No.
Stay.
-All right.
-I'm here.
-Suzanne, I'm very sorry.
And I know this
must be difficult,
but I have two questions to ask.
Are you up to it?
-Yes.
-How many were there?
-Uh, three.
-What did you notice?
-One of them who
took the lead, he
wore a shiny, green suit and
his eyes-- eyes were yellow.
I smelled alcohol.
Sulfur.
I tried to tear his jacket off.
[crying]
-I wanted to.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Go to sleep.
Sleep.
[crying]
-Three of 'em, Danny.
Beat her up real bad.
-Is she going to make it?
-Yeah.
She's going to be fine.
-Was it a rape?
-They don't know.
Abrams told me that she was on
an assignment for the newspaper
doing one of those
investigations
on the increase of Mexican
Brown on the streets.
-Looks like she rang
somebody's bell real quick.
-Anything at the scene?
-No witnesses, no
phone calls, nothing.
Strong garbage.
Just this button.
Beat man gave it to me.
She was clutching
it in her hand.
-All right.
Wally, you and Nate
cover the street.
Circulate a photograph of this
button in the daily bulletin
with a description
underneath it.
Danny, you and Joey
are going to have
to double up for
these guys on Holman.
-Mike, I want a word with you.
[footsteps]
-Right.
-OK?
[footsteps]
[ringing]
-Sit down a minute.
-What's up?
-A number of people asked me,
at your friend Ted Kehoe's
funeral service, why
you weren't there.
I had no answer for them.
Where were you?
-Ted Kehoe was one
of my best friends.
Where I was or where
I wasn't I don't think
is anybody's business.
-Who's responsible?
-You know as well as I
do who's responsible.
-Nothing we can do about it?
-No.
Not a thing.
[sighs]
-Marilyn Stewart?
-We covered the crime scene
with a fine-tooth comb.
Autopsy report said there
was no water in her lungs
and only .22 caliber
bullets in her head.
Barotsky thinks that she
was killed five or six hours
earlier and dumped
into the river.
-Well, don't spend too much
time on that Suzanne Terry case.
-Why not?
-She was mugged.
I got detectives in uniforms
working on that, not MCU.
Stay with Holman.
That'll get us Luca and Bartoli.
-Suzanne Terry was doing
a piece on junkies.
Mexican Brown is
flooding the ghettos.
Murders, rapes,
robberies, whatever.
What's the matter?
We're not supposed to work on
that because they don't have
clout at City Hall, because
insurance companies don't incur
big losses down there, and
down there isn't headlines?
-You better get a handle on
yourself, Torello, right now.
Look, I know you got
personal problems.
You walk around like you got
a bomb strapped to your chest
and your fuse is getting
shorter and shorter.
I don't want it going
off out on the streets.
I have to keep an eye on the
press and the politicians.
Who the hell do you think
signs the checks for the MCU?
The Women's Christian
Temperance Union?
[door slams]
-A picture of a button.
You seen it?
-Uh-huh.
No.
I can't help you, man.
[honking]
-Man, am I tired.
Don't anybody in
this neighborhood
pay any attention to buttons?
-A lot of junkies in this area.
-It's a lot of
everything in this area,
except button collectors.
-It takes a lot of money to
pop that stuff in your arm.
Money has to come
from someplace.
I'm going to check
with South Side Vice--
pull some of their ammo
MO files, vagrancy sheets,
check for clothing burglaries.
I don't know.
I-- it's a long shot.
Coming?
-Got a couple of more
cleaners to check out.
-I'll catch up with you.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-A lot of bars in the city.
Are you sure you're
this thirsty?
-Bourbon.
[music playing]
-One drink.
Then you get out of here.
[music playing]
-[chuckles]
[music playing]
-This woman was in
your bar yesterday.
She got beat up just
around the corner.
See, I think-- I think
she was followed by some
of the trash that
drinks in your bar.
-What makes you
think it was my bar?
-She spoke to a hooker in one of
your booths for about an hour.
The hooker solicited me
just down the street.
[music playing]
-You don't want to be asking
questions around here.
-Who saw her last?
Did you see her leave?
-Why don't you just buy
everybody in here a drink,
and get out of here?
-Why don't you tell me
what you know about it?
-I don't want to know
nothing about it.
-Why don't you
tell me your name?
Eh?
-That don't matter
nothing to you.
-Hey.
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[music stops]
-All right.
All right.
You've done it to him.
Now clear out!
Come on!
Both of you!
-I don't know.
[background chatter]
-OK?
You got what you came for.
Now get out while you still can.
[background chatter]
[panting]
[music playing]
[footsteps]
-I-- I'm all-- I'm all confused.
I don't know about
this anymore, David.
-Suzanne, you take
all the time you need.
Hey, I don't want to be a
cause of anxiety for you,
but I want you to know that
I'm here whenever you need me.
Day or night, I'm here.
-Except, of course, when
you're out getting into fights.
-A man's got to
have hobbies, huh?
-It was senseless.
Did it make you feel good?
-Yeah.
Initially, it did.
It went downhill from there.
-Well, it was stupid, David.
-You know, this whole thing has
gotten completely out of hand.
-Look, pardon my
naivete, but what
exactly has gotten out of hand?
[sniffles]
-You're tired, huh?
I'll come back tomorrow.
-No, David.
David, it's not you.
You've been wonderful
to me through all this.
I just need some time
to think, and I-- and I
can't think with you coming
here three times a day.
-Um.
-Well, look, um--
from now on, I'll call
before to make an appoint--
-Please, just try to understand.
Just give this some time.
[music playing]
-Yeah.
-You've got enough paper
there to decorate your house.
All that come from
South Side Vice?
-Yeah.
Among others.
-I've got these circulating
through the department.
Got anything?
-Yeah.
Papercuts.
Two of them.
You know, I don't know
exactly what I'm looking for,
but I'm going to find it.
[ringing]
[footsteps]
-Lieutenant Torello,
those are court orders.
You are to turn
over to my office
all files on or pertaining
to Ray Luca, Phil Bartoli,
Marilyn Stewart, and Ted Kehoe.
[ringing]
-I'm waiting.
-Get out of here.
-Not without those papers.
-I have files on those people as
they relate to their activities
in the streets of Chicago,
which is none of your business.
Now, get out of here
before I lose my temper
and throw you out.
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-You know, you are
really a gorgeous woman.
You really are.
You're-- you're very
pretty, very pretty.
-Are you having a good time?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm just thinking about
this character, Braytel.
-Who's that?
-Nobody.
He's a jerk.
Forget about it.
Uh, here's to a--
-To what?
-To us.
-Yeah.
[glasses clink]
-To us.
-Salud.
[music playing]
-Ahh.
Well, here we are, huh?
-Here we are.
-But why?
-We're here because
we want to be here.
I know.
I know.
I-- I'm letting reality
slip into this moment.
To illusions.
[chuckles]
[music playing]
-What are the chances
of you getting
back together with your wife?
[laughs]
-Why would you even ask
me a question like that?
-Because I what you to be happy.
-But you make me happy.
-You make me happy, too.
-See?
There you go.
That's how easy it is.
-Yeah.
For now.
But I'm not waiting home for
you every night to come home to.
-Look at me.
Look at me.
I want-- I want you to
admit something to me.
-I want it to go on forever.
[music playing]
[typing]
[background chatter]
[typing]
[footsteps]
-How you making out?
-Oh, I got about halfway.
-Well, give me that list.
[ringing]
-I'll take half of what you got.
-Nate.
Nate, come up for some air.
-What?
What?
[sighs]
-Where's our leader?
-He's at the cleaners.
-Ah, here's a touch maybe.
Clothing store burglary.
Bunch a coats.
Pretty sizable
load for the area.
$50,000 worth of sport
coats, jackets, and slacks.
Joey, going to take a ride.
-Come on.
-Yeah.
-Look at the button, will you?
Think.
-I don't remember.
-All right.
-What do you want from me?
-Mike, Mr. Grossman.
-Yeah.
What do you got, Nate?
-I got a clothing store
burglary, lieutenant.
$50,000 worth of sports
coats and jackets.
I called the owner,
described the button.
He said it sounded familiar.
Joey ran over with a
picture, and-- yeah.
He had a line of coats
stolen with that button.
-That's great.
Did you get anything else?
-Well, I've been going
over the reports.
I find that the
district detectives made
a partial recovery of the
coats, and they made an arrest.
Two guys.
One gets turned out, the
other gets convicted.
-Any photos, prints, anything?
-They'll be in my
hands in five minutes.
-All right.
Listen, great.
As soon as you get them, meet
me and Walter at the hospital.
You got it?
-Right.
-Keep looking at the picture.
Come on.
[honking]
[music playing]
-Suzanne.
-Hmm?
-Suzanne, it's Mike.
Can you hear me?
-Hm?
-We think we might know
who's responsible for this.
Are you up to looking
at some pictures?
-Uh-huh.
Yes.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Let's go.
[footsteps]
[music playing]
[gun cocks]
[screaming]
-Come here!
Come here!
[screaming]
-Hands on the bar!
-Come on.
-Everybody!
-Turn around.
-Now!
Get where I can see 'em.
-Get over here.
Get over here.
What are you doing?
-Sir.
-Get over-- get over there.
Get over there, or I'll
blow your brains out.
-I own this place.
What is this?
Who are you?
-Who are we?
Who do you think we are?
-Uh-huh.
Get down.
Lay down on this floor.
Lay down on the floor.
Get under the bar, and lay down.
Lay down!
[wheels squeal]
-What are you--
-What are you looking at?
What are you-- put
your face down there.
-Clementine?
Honey, is that you?
How are you?
-Not too good.
I-- I been going
through the change.
-Well, don't worry
about a thing.
You're going to look
great with a mustache.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
[sighs]
-Come on.
Don't worry.
Come on.
[footsteps]
[screams]
-You're on the streets robbing
Johns, again, Clementine.
[crying]
-I haven't seen you for
a while, Clementine,
but that doesn't mean I
haven't been thinking of you.
-No!
-A woman got beat up around
the corner the other night.
This animal is
responsible for it.
Who is he?
-I never seen the boy!
[groans]
-Don't start that stuff
with me, Clementine.
Who is he, and
where is he staying?
[gasping]
-Speed Haywind.
-He resupply in the district.
-Where's he staying?
-I don't--
[groans]
-Where's he staying?
-On a crib on Indiana Avenue.
I don't know no [inaudible].
Please.
I'll take you to him.
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[wheels squeal]
[music playing]
-Danny, you and Joey
be the back doormen.
Take a couple of
uniformed guys with you.
Me, Walter, and Joey are
going through the front.
-OK.
Come on.
Let's go.
-You hear any gunfire and
you don't see us come out,
you take whoever comes out.
Can you handle that?
All right.
Open the door, Nathan.
[gun cocks]
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[background chatter]
[guns firing]
[groans]
[music playing]
[guns firing]
[groans]
[guns firing]
[music playing]
[screams]
-Don't shoot!
-Hold it, guys.
Hold it!
-Don't move, or I'll kill her!
[groans]
-Don't keep coming over here.
Yeah.
Y'all stay right there, or
I'll blow her heart out.
Let me out of here.
It'll all be OK.
All be OK.
-Sure.
Sure.
[gun fires]
[screaming]
[music playing]
[birds chirping]
[footsteps]
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-I'm David Abrams.
The court has appointed
me your attorney.
Mr.--
[music playing]
[gun fires]
-Mister.
Mister.
Yo, mouthpiece.
You going to try and
get me out of this?
-Of course.
That's my job.
Abrams for the defense.
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
[glass shatters]
[thunder crashes]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-Woah, man.
[dog barking]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-Remember we used to play
American Legion ball here?
We wanted to see our numbers
up there on the scoreboard.
-Yeah, I remember.
-Do you remember that cop,
Gary-- what was his name?
The guy that kept chasing
us out of Wrigley Field.
[laughing]
-Ball.
[music playing]
-What's this about, Mikey?
Huh?
-It's about the pension fund.
-Come here, you little--
-Abe, what the hell?
What?
Are you going to
push me around, too?
Now, what the hell's
the matter with you?
-I want to know what's going on.
[music playing]
-You know what you're
getting into with Luca?
What are you, an outfit
guy all of a sudden?
-Get outta here.
-Business?
What business can you have
with Luca and Weisbord?
[music playing]
-You don't make one deal
with Weisbord or Luca.
Then once you're in, you're in
for the duration, which means
the contract
expires when you do.
-Mike told me what to do.
It's go to the FBI or
the MCU and expose you.
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[music playing]
[door closes]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
-Surely, goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days
of my life, and I will dwell in
the House of the Lord forever.
And so, my friends, as we bid
farewell to our beloved friend
Ted Kehoe, we pray for
the soul and the spirit,
that there be peace and
everlasting contentment
as he enters the gates of heaven
and accepts the will of God.
[music playing]
[kisses cheek]
-Danny.
-Hi, Julie.
-Have you seen Mike?
-He said he'd be here.
Well.
-Chief.
[kisses cheek]
-Where's Mike?
Have you seen him?
-You know how he is, Julie.
I don't think I
understand myself.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
-Hey, Mr. Bartoli.
You should be
embarrassed serving this.
-Um, well, for you, I'm going
to take it back in there, sir.
But you don't like this cut
of beef, it's out of your life
forever.
I'm sorry.
Really, my apologies.
I'm going to send
you guys a drink.
Come over here.
Tell Max to put on
some tenderizer,
beat it up a little, heat it up
a little, give it back to him.
If he keeps on complaining,
you tow his car
or you attack his
wife or something.
[music playing]
-Well, Phil?
-I sent for you.
It's a day and a half later.
-I had some business
to take care of.
-I am your business.
When I send for you,
whatever it is, you drop it.
What'd you get on
the safe score?
I guess you probably didn't
know about that, huh?
Well, where is it?
What'd you get?
-Nothing.
-No.
What's "nothing"?
-I opened it.
It was full of air.
By the way, how's Johnny Fossi
doing with our Vegas operation?
-What's that supposed to mean?
-There are too many
unanswered questions for you
to be laying down laws, Phil.
That's what that means.
[music playing]
-Your chicken's very
good, by the way.
[fork scrapes plate]
[music playing]
-Excuse me, sir.
You have a reservation?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Is this a-- is this a private--
[groans]
[music playing]
[punching sounds]
[music playing]
-Good work.
Good work.
Get outta here!
[background chatter]
-No.
Just go.
I want to go.
-I want to go.
-That Torello is
a dangerous man.
-He's nothing.
-Yeah?
Look again sometime in his eyes.
[door opens]
-Michael?
-Shirley.
-No one knew where you were.
-I couldn't go.
-I'm glad you came.
-I'm so sorry about Ted.
Is there anything I can do?
-No.
I feel like I feel him.
-Michael, you have
to see his family.
They're confused.
They don't know why
you weren't there.
-How can I see his family?
I don't have any
answers for them.
-They don't want
answers, Michael.
They just need to see you.
I have to go.
-Joey?
[music playing]
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-I wish things were different.
[music playing]
[door closes]
[music playing]
-I want to tell you
about my new assignment.
It's about heroin.
-Heroine?
What about it?
-And it's a "Mexican Brown."
You see, all of a sudden,
near the south side
and the west side,
there's a flood
of it coming from
across the border.
Cook County has reported
over three times the normal
amount of [non-english word].
-So it's going to be your focus?
-Evan, come on.
-Excuse me.
-You're going to have
to do something here.
-I don't want to stay--
-You know, I want to
start from the street.
I want to do a slice-of-life
story about the junky and--
-Monsieur, if you'll excuse me.
Would you mind terribly if we
moved you to another table?
-Where?
The back of the bus?
-Please, it's nothing
personal, and it's certainly
not a reflection of this
establishment's policies.
But some of our patrons-- if
you wouldn't mind moving, we'd--
-Yeah.
Yeah.
We mind.
-Ugh.
Let's go.
-No.
No.
We're staying
-David.
-We're staying.
We're eating here.
And you, bring us two
menus, a wine list, or I'll
sue your establishment
on the basis
of Katzenbach versus McClung.
I'm sure you're aware
of that decision.
-David, I don't
want to eat here.
-We're staying, and
we're eating here.
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
-All right.
[indistinct chatter]
-Excuse me.
I'm Suzanne Terry of
the Chicago Dispatch,
and I'd-- I'd like to
ask you a few questions.
-No.
No.
-Oh, no.
But they're--
-I can't help you.
-Please, I-- do
you have a minute?
-I really don't.
[music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
-Hey.
[background chatter]
-Excuse me.
-I ain't got any.
-Any what?
-Any of what you want.
Look, sugar.
I am on the clock.
Take it on down the street.
-Well--well, how much
does an hour run?
-For what?
-For a few questions.
-Oh, forget your questions.
-At 20 bucks.
Cash now?
-For lunch?
You can buy me a drink.
-How much you poppin' every day?
Look, I paid you your money.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Four nickel bags a day
when I got the cash.
Most of the town
know I just shake.
-And you stand on the street
corner to support your habit?
-No.
I'm a millionaire.
I'm a whore as a hobby.
[chuckles]
-Um, so what you shoot,
is that the Mexican Brown?
-Yeah.
Makes the world go
away like nothing else.
It's better than anything on
the street, but it ain't cheap.
I got a baby girl.
So sometime, instead of
the world going away,
I just shake and
sweat all night.
[music playing]
-I want to see where you live.
[music playing]
-Yeah.
Hey, how you doin'?
[background chatter]
-All right.
Let's go.
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
-What's going on, sweet thang?
[punching sounds]
[screams]
[music playing]
[screams]
-This is for you and
that white boyfriend.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Baby, now, you about
to learn why you don't
be coming around here
asking questions.
[music playing]
[ringing]
-Torello.
-Hi, Michael.
How are you?
-Fine.
-You sound like you're in
the middle of something.
-I am.
-Did you think of a place
to have dinner tonight?
You forgot.
-Only because I've
been really busy.
Listen, Ingrid, I
can't make it tonight.
How about tomorrow night?
-Oh, that's fine.
Bring a change of clothes.
-That sounds very nice.
I'll talk to you later.
Bye.
[ringing]
-Torello.
-Mike, this is David.
Look, Suzanne's been hurt badly.
I'm with her now.
-What hospital are you at?
-The University of Chicago.
-They beat her up, Mike.
-All right.
We're on our way.
Listen, David.
Don't do anything
until I get there.
-Yeah.
Okay.
[footsteps]
[dinging]
-How is she?
-They beat her to a pulp.
Then they kicked that around.
-She's lost a lot of
blood, and she's sleeping.
-Excuse me, Mr. Abrams?
You asked to be notified
the minute she woke up.
-Mike, thanks for coming.
-Yeah.
Can we talk to her?
-Come in.
-Oh, Mike.
Walter's on his way
back from the scene.
-Good.
I'll be right back.
-Suzanne, can you hear me?
[music playing]
-Yes.
[music playing]
-So tired.
I keep falling asleep.
-That's good.
It's good.
You're supposed to sleep.
[music playing]
-Suzanne, Mike Torello is here.
He wants to ask you
a few questions.
Are you up to it?
-Yeah.
-Mike.
Shall I leave?
-No.
No.
Stay.
-All right.
-I'm here.
-Suzanne, I'm very sorry.
And I know this
must be difficult,
but I have two questions to ask.
Are you up to it?
-Yes.
-How many were there?
-Uh, three.
-What did you notice?
-One of them who
took the lead, he
wore a shiny, green suit and
his eyes-- eyes were yellow.
I smelled alcohol.
Sulfur.
I tried to tear his jacket off.
[crying]
-I wanted to.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Go to sleep.
Sleep.
[crying]
-Three of 'em, Danny.
Beat her up real bad.
-Is she going to make it?
-Yeah.
She's going to be fine.
-Was it a rape?
-They don't know.
Abrams told me that she was on
an assignment for the newspaper
doing one of those
investigations
on the increase of Mexican
Brown on the streets.
-Looks like she rang
somebody's bell real quick.
-Anything at the scene?
-No witnesses, no
phone calls, nothing.
Strong garbage.
Just this button.
Beat man gave it to me.
She was clutching
it in her hand.
-All right.
Wally, you and Nate
cover the street.
Circulate a photograph of this
button in the daily bulletin
with a description
underneath it.
Danny, you and Joey
are going to have
to double up for
these guys on Holman.
-Mike, I want a word with you.
[footsteps]
-Right.
-OK?
[footsteps]
[ringing]
-Sit down a minute.
-What's up?
-A number of people asked me,
at your friend Ted Kehoe's
funeral service, why
you weren't there.
I had no answer for them.
Where were you?
-Ted Kehoe was one
of my best friends.
Where I was or where
I wasn't I don't think
is anybody's business.
-Who's responsible?
-You know as well as I
do who's responsible.
-Nothing we can do about it?
-No.
Not a thing.
[sighs]
-Marilyn Stewart?
-We covered the crime scene
with a fine-tooth comb.
Autopsy report said there
was no water in her lungs
and only .22 caliber
bullets in her head.
Barotsky thinks that she
was killed five or six hours
earlier and dumped
into the river.
-Well, don't spend too much
time on that Suzanne Terry case.
-Why not?
-She was mugged.
I got detectives in uniforms
working on that, not MCU.
Stay with Holman.
That'll get us Luca and Bartoli.
-Suzanne Terry was doing
a piece on junkies.
Mexican Brown is
flooding the ghettos.
Murders, rapes,
robberies, whatever.
What's the matter?
We're not supposed to work on
that because they don't have
clout at City Hall, because
insurance companies don't incur
big losses down there, and
down there isn't headlines?
-You better get a handle on
yourself, Torello, right now.
Look, I know you got
personal problems.
You walk around like you got
a bomb strapped to your chest
and your fuse is getting
shorter and shorter.
I don't want it going
off out on the streets.
I have to keep an eye on the
press and the politicians.
Who the hell do you think
signs the checks for the MCU?
The Women's Christian
Temperance Union?
[door slams]
-A picture of a button.
You seen it?
-Uh-huh.
No.
I can't help you, man.
[honking]
-Man, am I tired.
Don't anybody in
this neighborhood
pay any attention to buttons?
-A lot of junkies in this area.
-It's a lot of
everything in this area,
except button collectors.
-It takes a lot of money to
pop that stuff in your arm.
Money has to come
from someplace.
I'm going to check
with South Side Vice--
pull some of their ammo
MO files, vagrancy sheets,
check for clothing burglaries.
I don't know.
I-- it's a long shot.
Coming?
-Got a couple of more
cleaners to check out.
-I'll catch up with you.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
[music playing]
-A lot of bars in the city.
Are you sure you're
this thirsty?
-Bourbon.
[music playing]
-One drink.
Then you get out of here.
[music playing]
-[chuckles]
[music playing]
-This woman was in
your bar yesterday.
She got beat up just
around the corner.
See, I think-- I think
she was followed by some
of the trash that
drinks in your bar.
-What makes you
think it was my bar?
-She spoke to a hooker in one of
your booths for about an hour.
The hooker solicited me
just down the street.
[music playing]
-You don't want to be asking
questions around here.
-Who saw her last?
Did you see her leave?
-Why don't you just buy
everybody in here a drink,
and get out of here?
-Why don't you tell me
what you know about it?
-I don't want to know
nothing about it.
-Why don't you
tell me your name?
Eh?
-That don't matter
nothing to you.
-Hey.
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[punching sounds]
[groans]
[music stops]
-All right.
All right.
You've done it to him.
Now clear out!
Come on!
Both of you!
-I don't know.
[background chatter]
-OK?
You got what you came for.
Now get out while you still can.
[background chatter]
[panting]
[music playing]
[footsteps]
-I-- I'm all-- I'm all confused.
I don't know about
this anymore, David.
-Suzanne, you take
all the time you need.
Hey, I don't want to be a
cause of anxiety for you,
but I want you to know that
I'm here whenever you need me.
Day or night, I'm here.
-Except, of course, when
you're out getting into fights.
-A man's got to
have hobbies, huh?
-It was senseless.
Did it make you feel good?
-Yeah.
Initially, it did.
It went downhill from there.
-Well, it was stupid, David.
-You know, this whole thing has
gotten completely out of hand.
-Look, pardon my
naivete, but what
exactly has gotten out of hand?
[sniffles]
-You're tired, huh?
I'll come back tomorrow.
-No, David.
David, it's not you.
You've been wonderful
to me through all this.
I just need some time
to think, and I-- and I
can't think with you coming
here three times a day.
-Um.
-Well, look, um--
from now on, I'll call
before to make an appoint--
-Please, just try to understand.
Just give this some time.
[music playing]
-Yeah.
-You've got enough paper
there to decorate your house.
All that come from
South Side Vice?
-Yeah.
Among others.
-I've got these circulating
through the department.
Got anything?
-Yeah.
Papercuts.
Two of them.
You know, I don't know
exactly what I'm looking for,
but I'm going to find it.
[ringing]
[footsteps]
-Lieutenant Torello,
those are court orders.
You are to turn
over to my office
all files on or pertaining
to Ray Luca, Phil Bartoli,
Marilyn Stewart, and Ted Kehoe.
[ringing]
-I'm waiting.
-Get out of here.
-Not without those papers.
-I have files on those people as
they relate to their activities
in the streets of Chicago,
which is none of your business.
Now, get out of here
before I lose my temper
and throw you out.
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-You know, you are
really a gorgeous woman.
You really are.
You're-- you're very
pretty, very pretty.
-Are you having a good time?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm just thinking about
this character, Braytel.
-Who's that?
-Nobody.
He's a jerk.
Forget about it.
Uh, here's to a--
-To what?
-To us.
-Yeah.
[glasses clink]
-To us.
-Salud.
[music playing]
-Ahh.
Well, here we are, huh?
-Here we are.
-But why?
-We're here because
we want to be here.
I know.
I know.
I-- I'm letting reality
slip into this moment.
To illusions.
[chuckles]
[music playing]
-What are the chances
of you getting
back together with your wife?
[laughs]
-Why would you even ask
me a question like that?
-Because I what you to be happy.
-But you make me happy.
-You make me happy, too.
-See?
There you go.
That's how easy it is.
-Yeah.
For now.
But I'm not waiting home for
you every night to come home to.
-Look at me.
Look at me.
I want-- I want you to
admit something to me.
-I want it to go on forever.
[music playing]
[typing]
[background chatter]
[typing]
[footsteps]
-How you making out?
-Oh, I got about halfway.
-Well, give me that list.
[ringing]
-I'll take half of what you got.
-Nate.
Nate, come up for some air.
-What?
What?
[sighs]
-Where's our leader?
-He's at the cleaners.
-Ah, here's a touch maybe.
Clothing store burglary.
Bunch a coats.
Pretty sizable
load for the area.
$50,000 worth of sport
coats, jackets, and slacks.
Joey, going to take a ride.
-Come on.
-Yeah.
-Look at the button, will you?
Think.
-I don't remember.
-All right.
-What do you want from me?
-Mike, Mr. Grossman.
-Yeah.
What do you got, Nate?
-I got a clothing store
burglary, lieutenant.
$50,000 worth of sports
coats and jackets.
I called the owner,
described the button.
He said it sounded familiar.
Joey ran over with a
picture, and-- yeah.
He had a line of coats
stolen with that button.
-That's great.
Did you get anything else?
-Well, I've been going
over the reports.
I find that the
district detectives made
a partial recovery of the
coats, and they made an arrest.
Two guys.
One gets turned out, the
other gets convicted.
-Any photos, prints, anything?
-They'll be in my
hands in five minutes.
-All right.
Listen, great.
As soon as you get them, meet
me and Walter at the hospital.
You got it?
-Right.
-Keep looking at the picture.
Come on.
[honking]
[music playing]
-Suzanne.
-Hmm?
-Suzanne, it's Mike.
Can you hear me?
-Hm?
-We think we might know
who's responsible for this.
Are you up to looking
at some pictures?
-Uh-huh.
Yes.
[groans]
[music playing]
-Let's go.
[footsteps]
[music playing]
[gun cocks]
[screaming]
-Come here!
Come here!
[screaming]
-Hands on the bar!
-Come on.
-Everybody!
-Turn around.
-Now!
Get where I can see 'em.
-Get over here.
Get over here.
What are you doing?
-Sir.
-Get over-- get over there.
Get over there, or I'll
blow your brains out.
-I own this place.
What is this?
Who are you?
-Who are we?
Who do you think we are?
-Uh-huh.
Get down.
Lay down on this floor.
Lay down on the floor.
Get under the bar, and lay down.
Lay down!
[wheels squeal]
-What are you--
-What are you looking at?
What are you-- put
your face down there.
-Clementine?
Honey, is that you?
How are you?
-Not too good.
I-- I been going
through the change.
-Well, don't worry
about a thing.
You're going to look
great with a mustache.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
[sighs]
-Come on.
Don't worry.
Come on.
[footsteps]
[screams]
-You're on the streets robbing
Johns, again, Clementine.
[crying]
-I haven't seen you for
a while, Clementine,
but that doesn't mean I
haven't been thinking of you.
-No!
-A woman got beat up around
the corner the other night.
This animal is
responsible for it.
Who is he?
-I never seen the boy!
[groans]
-Don't start that stuff
with me, Clementine.
Who is he, and
where is he staying?
[gasping]
-Speed Haywind.
-He resupply in the district.
-Where's he staying?
-I don't--
[groans]
-Where's he staying?
-On a crib on Indiana Avenue.
I don't know no [inaudible].
Please.
I'll take you to him.
[music playing]
[background chatter]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[wheels squeal]
[music playing]
-Danny, you and Joey
be the back doormen.
Take a couple of
uniformed guys with you.
Me, Walter, and Joey are
going through the front.
-OK.
Come on.
Let's go.
-You hear any gunfire and
you don't see us come out,
you take whoever comes out.
Can you handle that?
All right.
Open the door, Nathan.
[gun cocks]
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[music playing]
[glass shatters]
[background chatter]
[guns firing]
[groans]
[music playing]
[guns firing]
[groans]
[guns firing]
[music playing]
[screams]
-Don't shoot!
-Hold it, guys.
Hold it!
-Don't move, or I'll kill her!
[groans]
-Don't keep coming over here.
Yeah.
Y'all stay right there, or
I'll blow her heart out.
Let me out of here.
It'll all be OK.
All be OK.
-Sure.
Sure.
[gun fires]
[screaming]
[music playing]
[birds chirping]
[footsteps]
[footsteps]
[music playing]
-I'm David Abrams.
The court has appointed
me your attorney.
Mr.--
[music playing]
[gun fires]
-Mister.
Mister.
Yo, mouthpiece.
You going to try and
get me out of this?
-Of course.
That's my job.
Abrams for the defense.
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]