you remember the case.
The guy kidnapped
an 11-year-old girl.
He molested, murdered
and mutilated her.
Well, the public wasrt too keen
on heavy-handed cops at that time.
Baxter was out
to nail me to the wall.
- I went to see him, tried to tell him what happened...
- What did he say?
Resign or be prosecuted.
Any way you want it.
Yeah, well,
the good news is that...
he's giving Patrovita a lot more shit
than he ever gave you.
I got a lotta debts.
Uh-huh. To whom?
- Friends.
- Like Paulo Rocca and Bill Rusman?
I plead the Fifth Amendment.
That's Lu Patrovita.
He runs the strongest
of the Chicago families.
- Mr. Rocca,
your stated source of income...
is a travel agency, yet you,
like Mr. Patrovita...
seem to, uh, have a lifestyle
that far exceeds your income.
Would you mind shedding some light
for us on what seems to be...
some extraordinary
money management here?
I'll take the Fifth on this,
on whatever you're gonna ask me next...
and everything after that.
Honest men don't have to tolerate
this kind of harassment in this country.
Thank you, Mr. Rocca,
for reminding us of our inalienable rights.
Rocca is the undertaker.
Anybody bothers Patrovita,
this one buries 'em in the gravel pit.
So we did Who's Who In Chicago. You're the one
in the bureau. What do you want from me?
Do, uh...
Do you remember my son?
Blair. Yeah. We went to
some ball games with him.
- Yeah, that's right.
- He joined the bureau, didn't he?
Yep.
How is he?
Dead.
I want Patrovita.
- He killed Blair?
- Blair was covering a government aide...
a witness who could've
put the bastard away forever.
No.
No, he had
somebody do it.
There's nothing that a small-town sheriff
can do that you can't.
Oh, no, no. The bureau
has nothing to do with this.
No, I'm financing
this myself.
I have $45,000
in savings.
I want you to get inside the Patrovita
organization and tear it up.
Who do you think I look like?
Dirty Harry?
- I think you look like an unappy man.
- You have a cure?
Possible reinstatement.
Get back into the bureau.
- Hmm?
- How?
The bureau's been trying to get somebody
inside of Patrovita's family for over a year...
but there's
a big leak somewhere.
All our guys
keep getting nailed.
That's why no one but me
will know about you. Nobody.
Now, you do a good job, you pull this off,
and you've got a great shot.
Now, what do you say?
Do you think I'd
still pass the physical?
This is Kaminski, investigating a break-in
at the Petrolcam storage yard.
Roger, Sheriff. We copy.
I'm sorry you had to kill yourself off, kid...
but it's safer
for everybody that way.
The top slot
is Luigi Patrovita.
He's been up there for over 20 years.
He's smart.
Buried a marching band
getting where he is.
His right arm is
a guy named Rocca.
He'd kill for table scraps.
Him you watch close.
The false I.D. Corresponds
to a guy...
in the N.C.I. Computer
with a bad rap sheet.
The phone number
is a safe house...
where an answering machine
is set up to catch your bulletins.
There's $25,000 for initial expenses;
more if you need it.
The squat-face guy is a new kid on the block.
His name is "Hammer" Lamanski.
He's been biting off
little pieces of Patrovita's pie.
Doing damage to him
is probably your quickest way...
to catch the big mars eye.
Remember, there's a leak.
He's the one
who got Blair killed.
He's the one I want.
Well, see ya in Chicago.
Big player, number eight!
Place your bets. Place your bets.
Place your bets.
Place your bets.
Place your bets.
All bets down.
All bets down.
Throw the dice!
Seven! You lose.
Come and get another number.
Come and get
another number.
I don't think the table is straight.
I want to see Mr. Lamanski.
He's not around, pal. And all losers
don't think a table is straight.