Watch the hose.
- OK.
- Well, look who's here.
- Hey, Garcia.
My favourite traffic cop.
- You give the body a ticket yet?
- Up yours.
- Fellas, fellas.
- Gruesome stuff. Does the lump have ID?
Nothin'. Not even a face. John Doe
meets Sheraton Road. Splat.
- Anybody see anything?
- Not around here. Nobody saw nothin'.
Nobody saw nothing? You mean
somebody got up on the roof...
...and said "Anybody looks,
I'm not jumping"? Come on.
Hey. You two weren't "questioning
a suspect" on the roof, were you?
That's cute.
Go put your nuts in a microwave.
- He jumped barefoot?
- Locals musta stole his shoes.
- His clothes are wet. Did they bathe him?
- The guy checked out. It's no big deal.
- Are you tryin' to drum up business?
- No, to arrest Julio Gonzales.
- If this is him, it would save a lotta grief.
- He's not around.
When he got out of Joliet, he had money.
Moved downtown for his new image.
Wants to be the next Al Capone.
- We gotta get this guy fast, man.
- Hey, what time is it?
- Ten to four.
- I gotta go say goodbye to Aunt Rose.
Callin' all cars. Callin' all cars!
UFO landed on Michigan Avenue.
(Danny) I should park inconspicuously.
(Snake) What is this?
Don't pull that psycho cop shit on me.
This is my Aunt Rose's funeral. One
wisecrack gets you your own casket.
- Leave me in the car. I don't want to go.
- Come on.
- What are we doing?
- Shut up and look sad.
- I can't go to no funeral dressed like this.
- I'll get you a shovel. You'll fit right in.
Through the Holy Spirit, as it was at the
beginning, is now and ever shall be...
...world without end. Amen.
May her soul, and all the souls
of the faithful departed...
...through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
- Hello, Danny.
- Hi, Anna. It's nice of you to come.
I liked her a lot.
- Hey. Hi, Ray.
- Hi, Anna.
- Lookin' good.
- Thanks.
It's good to see you two
back together again.
- We're still divorced.
- Italians don't get divorced. It's a sin.
- They're just not together.
- We're still not together.
- Good. He's no good for you.
- Aunt Sophie, what do you mean?
Look at you. You don't even bother
to wear a tie, much less a suit.
I was working. Rose would understand.
- God knows why she was so fond of you.
- It's a mystery to me too.
- But I was her favourite nephew.
- Her only nephew.
Mine too, but I expect
you'll be on time for my funeral.
I will be the first one on line.
And you. You don't look
much better than him.
- Hi, Aunt Sophie.
- I'm not your aunt. Nor yours, neither.
Father, you know Danny.
This is Detective Hughes.
This is Mr Snake. We sorta work together.
- We'll talk later, huh?
- Yeah. Bye.
(Snake makes kissing sound)
As soon as we're outta sight,
I'll kick the shit outta you.
- Anna sure is looking good.
- Who cares?
- Sure is touchy about his ex-wife.
- She's a piece.
- Don't talk about her, pig-breath.
- So touchy.
- That's right.
- Costanzo, you let that go?
- Shut up, Snake.
- Gimme your money!
- What?
- You heard me.
- Hey, man, don't shoot.
- You're mugging us?
Believe it or you're dead.
Give us your money.
- Take this. It's full of money.
- No, no. That's mine.
Don't fuck with me.
We want your cash, not your luggage.
- Take the cash, but we need the wallets.
- We want it all. Hurry.
Come on. Let us keep the drivers'
licences and snapshots.
- And our badges.
- Shit. Cops.
Do you think we all wear uniforms and
drive cars that say "Police" on them?
Look, see? I'm with you.
- You're under arrest.
- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say
will be used against you. You...
- Gimme your guns, man.
- Take the cash. We gotta keep the guns.
- I can't give guns to riffraff.
- The right to breakfast...
...the right to a beverage of your choice...
- They've got guns.
Fellas, this is just me, but I'd rather
get shot with one of those pissant.22s...
...than with my.38.
- You'