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It's just... red.
Why don't you just pick one?
I'll never make up my mind.
- Why don't you take them both?
- I can't afford them both.
I can.
Oh. You do that
too easy.
You always buying things
for the ladies?
- No. Not in a long time.
- Kiss her good-bye, shithead.
It's a stickup.
- Call security.
- Oh, really?
Just dial, dipshit!
We're being robbed
and beaten!
[Monique]
Oh!
Out of my way, bitch!
I'm very hard to fit.
- This way!
- No, this way!
We're finished
shopping!
[Patrovita]
Yeah? Well, come up with something!
[Rocca] If it was possible, Luigi,
and I'm not so sure it is...
it's gonna take a lot of work
to pull this thing off.
- A lot of planning.
- Look. We get a floor plan.
We buy ourselves
an inside man and we go.
Our boy not only told me
where it is...
he told me they're moving it to a federal
depository for safekeeping next Tuesday.
- Oh, Jesus. This is crazy!
- Look, last week in New York...
$10 million won'th of cocaine
walked out of a police station.
- Nobody knows where the hell it is!
It can be done.
- That was inside work.
I'm talking
a major fucking job here!
It'll make Brinks
look like rolling a drunk.
There's 50 cops in that building any hour of
the day. How you gonna get 'em outta there?
Give 'em tickets
to the ball game?
A bomb.
Just blow the place up, huh?
The genius.
What are you
talking about?
Bomb threat. Whenever they get one,
they have to evacuate the whole building.
Yeah, sure.
If they believe it.
They get that shit all the time.
How you gonna guarantee they'd bite?
Make them nervous.
Make them believe someone is trying
to blow up every police station in the city.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Phones Ringing]
- Hey! Where you going?
- Filling the vending machine.
- Where's Bobby?
- Ha! That's what the boss would like to know.
Hey, you guys bigger on
potato or corn chips?
- The guys in the 6th don't touch the corn.
- [Ringing]
- 9th District, Sergeant Mora.
- Myself, I don't care, you know.
- [Mora] Okay, lady. Where are you?
- [Woman On Phone, Indistinct]
Anybody hurt?
All right. Someone will be out
over there in a little while.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Woman Screaming]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, it doesn't look like
they intended too much damage.
There's always the chance
the guy was a bad bomb maker.
- What're you doir here, Harry?
- Oh, just hopir that some...
half-assed, pro-life,
whale-lovir terrorist didn't do it...
so the bureau doesn't have to get involved,
and we can leave it in your good hands.
- Hmm.
- It's crude. It's very crude.
How are ya, Harry?
Hello, Marvin. Yeah, I'm gettir better.
How about yourself?
- Well, complaining doesn't make
any difference, huh?
- [Man] Come get a shot of this.
So, what do you figure
this was?
Well, he thinks somebody was mad
at the vending machine.
Uh, look, you two kibbutz
somewhere else.
- You're impeding criminal science.
- Yes, yes, right.
So, how goes
your Patrovita case?
I find new angles
every day.
Believe me, he'll run out of options
before we run out of patience.
- I already have.
- Nobody can blame you.
Somebody said
they took you off this case.
Well, they don't control
all the hours of my day.
Don't mess around, Harry. We might have
something workir that you don't know about.
My guess is that whatever
you've got workir... won't work.
We're doir all we can.
Great. So am I.
I know with you it's personal, but we're
both after the same thing... justice.
Right, Harry?
Justice.
Fuck justice!
[Indistinct Chatter]
-  [Dance]
- Allow me.
There you go.
I don't really
want to lose you 
But I don't want to go 
What's new on
the domestic front?
I don't have the report
typed out yet.
I can tell the way they act
and their attitude 
Remember that horse we used to look at?
I bought it.
What's on your mind, Max?
You.