All right, you can go now.
- Sorry we roughed you up.
Dumb cops.
Dumb cops. I was only running.
- Tough, ain't they?
- Yeah. Who do they think they are?
I was only running.
That's nothing to get sore about.
Pete, you drive. Go on, sit in back, Pop.
Four-oh-five.
Jerry's Liquor Store holdup,
still checking.
Four-oh-five, roger.
- How's your shoulder, Pop?
- Feels worse.
Let's run over to Doc Hyman's.
Let him take a look.
Hey.
How about bringing me
one of Doc's specials, with the nuts on top?
Okay.
Hi, fellas. Join me in a bellyache?
Doc, take a look at Pop's shoulder,
will you?
Been digging too many roses.
Pete wants one of your specials.
- What would you like?
- Nothing.
- What's the matter with your shoulder?
- Muscles feel all bunched up.
Look. Young blood. Careful, Hazel.
Your boyfriend finds out...
That's all he'd need to know.
Me going out with a cop.
You strained a couple of ligaments.
Don't jump like that!
I'll unsprain the ligaments.
Take your shirt off.
Here, Pop, you dropped something.
Thanks.
My boy says they still talk about
the way you played football, Jim.
Yeah?
Helen said to ask you
over for Sunday dinner.
- Sunday?
- Yeah.
Said she's forgotten what you look like.
She says...
Keeps asking what's with you?
What is with you, Jim?
Nothing's with me. Why?
If you don't wanna talk,
you gotta talk sometime to somebody.
What are you saving it for?
Have to mix up a new batch.
Won't be a minute.
Take your shirt off.
News!
News!
News!
I'm going outside.
- Boy, that Hazel in there...
- You better go in and get your special.
- 3217 Blake Street.
- Okay.
Neighbor's complaint.
A drunk singing, disturbing the peace.
- Hi, Pete.
- Hi, cutie.
Hey.
Hey, what's the matter with Jim?
Acts like he's sore or something.
He's sore, all right.
All we ever see is crooks, murderers,
winos, stoolies, dames.
All with an angle.
You get so you think
everybody's like that.
Till you find out different,
it's kind of a lonely life.
I've had to put up with it. So did you.
He just takes it harder
than the rest of us.
He's getting tougher to work with.
- Hello, Gobbini.
- Hello, Mr. Wilson.
- How you doing?
- I've been waiting for you.
- Selling any papers?
- Sell a few.
What's the news?
- Bernie Tucker. You know Bernie Tucker?
- No.
You know Mushy Castro.
What about Castro?
He's a friend of Bernie Tucker.
Gordy Miller. Another friend. Bad boys.
Know where we can find Tucker?
He's a friend this little girl.
That's all I know.
You talk with this girl, Myrna.
Maybe she tell you where he is...
...this Bernie Tucker.
Thank you.
Okay, Gobbini.
Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Thank you.
Thirty-one. Thirty-one-J. Clear.
- What does Doc say?
- Sprained ligament. I gotta get heat on it.
You're going home. Tell Communications
to get his wife on the phone.
Four-oh-five. Tell Bill Daly's wife
to roll over. He's coming home.
Four-oh-five, roger.
- Hop in, Pop. We'll take you home.
- No. I'll take a cab. See you Sunday.
How about it, Jim?
I'll let you know.
Okay.
Seven kids.
What a mob to come home to.
Nine in my family.
My old lady's always complaining.
She doesn't like being left alone.
When are you gonna get married, Jim?
- Ever hear of Bernie Tucker?
- Nope. Where we going?
3209 Bryan Street.
Hello, Myrna.
I don't know your name, but hello.
- Somebody told me you were a little girl.
- No. I'm a big girl.
Mind a couple of visitors?
I'm not sure. I might.
- You live alone?
- Yeah, but don't let that scare you.
Do you mind?
No, I don't mind.
I'd better not mind, huh?
I like to stink myself up.
That means "night of joy."
Boyfriend?
- Who is he?
- What do you want?
Bernie Tucker. He mean anything to you?
Check on this
and see if you get a make.
- Where is he?
- How do I know?
Come on.
He was real cute.
You wanna see how cute he was?
With love, from Bernie.
He was real cute.
You