right. Forget it. Go back to the party.
I want to talk to Mr. Rocca.
Nice meeting you.
I don't know.
You don't let him in
too far too fast.
Give him a little time
to impress us.
If he doesn't, we'll use him for
something dirty and dump him in the pit.
Cute, huh?
What a doll.
Yes, I think it would accessorize
the outfit beautifully.
What do you think?
Does it make you drool?
I would have picked exactly
the same one. That is my taste.
Yeah? Do you like
this one better?
- What do you think?
Which one do you like better?
- Try it on.
- You don't mind sitting here?
- No. I like it.
- Okay. All right. I'll see you later.
- Bye.
All right.
- Well, this goes with the color. It's beautiful.
- Something in red?
Well, I think it's something...

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!
Just dial, dipshit!
We're being robbed
and beaten!
Oh!
Out of my way, bitch!
I'm very hard to fit.
- This way!
- No, this way!
We're finished
shopping!
Yeah? Well, come up with something!
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.

- 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.
- 9th District, Sergeant Mora.
- Myself, I don't care, you know.
-  Okay, lady. Where are you?
- 
Anybody hurt?
All right. Someone will be out
over there in a little while.

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?
- 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.
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