home?
- At least he's a grown-up.
- You Costanzo?
- Come in, you're arrested for indecency.
- Yourself?
- I'm on a stakeout.
- You don't look like a Costanzo.
- Hey, I'm a paesano.
What do you want me to do?
Cook you up a pot of ragщ?
Or sweat garlic for you? Sing an opera?
Lose a war? Huh? Ah, va fare in culo.
Hey, I'm not gonna hang around all day
just to give you this.
- Who's it from this time?
- It's your Aunt Rose.
- Don't joke about my Aunt Rose.
- You have my sincere condolences.
Your aunt's entire estate
has not been computed...
...but our law firm estimates say,
after taxes, you'll receive about $40,000.
- Dollars?!
- This visit has been a courtesy.
If you want further details,
why don't you come by my office?
Yes!
- Hey. You're rich.
- Anna's gettin' married.
Oh. I'm happy for you.
If you're happy for yourself.
- To a dentist.
- No shit.
He might not be Mr Excitement, but he'll
be there. I've had enough excitement.
- They'll have clown paintings.
- That's cold.
Don't make me laugh.
I don't wanna laugh. I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later. Wish me well.
I do. You know I do.
- I bet his favourite flavour's Lavoris.
- (groans)
- Ah, who cares?
- Right.
- It's no big deal, man.
- Right.
- You know, I'm better off without her.
- Wrong.
Did you say I was rich?
We'll have dinner at the Pump Room.
With appetisers.
Then I'll buy
one of those laser disc stereos...
...where the speakers are so big
I have to move out.
Good seats for the Cub games.
I'll give you $10,000.
I lied. If there's anything left,
I'll pay some bills.
- Hey. The jumper yesterday?
- Yeah?
- I just got the cause of death.
- Let me guess. Deceleration trauma?
- Uh... Cement poisoning?
- He drowned.
- Poor guy couldn't swim or fly, huh?
- You don't need a cop, just a lifeguard.
Victim's name is Alan Jackson.
He was a cop from the South Side.
- Sorry, Captain. We'll get on it.
- What's he doin' in that neighbourhood?
We do not know.
You are the detectives. Go and detect.
All right?
Gonzales is back in action...
...and suddenly there's a drowned cop
thrown off his apartment building?
Let's go talk to Snake.
Number five,
would you step forward, please?
- That's him. That's the one.
- You have to be absolutely positive, sir.
I am absolutely positive. Who could forget
that face? I saw it through the screen.
Turn to the right, please.
- Not you, sir. Number five.
- What the hell is this, man?
Just do as you're told, number five.
That is definitely the one. You bastard!
Numbers one through four,
thank you very much.
- I don't have to take this, man.
- You shouldn't have to.
- But actually, you do.
- We're makin' you an offer.
We know you work for Gonzales,
and we would rather have him than you.
We'll let you out to make your buy.
We'll follow you to Gonzales, bust him...
- We'll be heroes and you'll go free.
- Drop dead.
- You'll want to hear your other option.
- We nail Gonzales without you...
...arraign you, drop the charges against
you, he thinks you rolled over on him...
...and you drop dead.
- You got nothin' on me and less on him.
Forget it.
- I told you it wouldn't work.
- Yeah.
It's just as well.
I wouldn't have felt right about it.
Yeah. Snake, you're free to go.
Sorry to bother you.
See you, Snake.
One key ring, four keys.
One comb, plastic.
One pack chewing gum, four pieces.
- One pack condoms, unused.
- All right, all right.
And one briefcase.
- Where's my goddamn money?
- Relax, buster, it's all here.
You'll have to sign for that. Right here.
Five thousand dollars.
Five? What do you mean, five?
There's fif...
- There's fifty!
- Says $5,000 here.
That's your signature, right?
- Yeah, but...
- What seems to be the problem, Officer?
- Julio'll kill me for wearin' a wire.
- But he'll torture you for the money.
Snake, you don't have to go for this. You
could file charges. Everybody