"Non, non, non Trois." "Trois." "I'm taking your number, fella." "I've got it." "That's in case you screwed me." " Barthélémy." " Pardon?" "Bart—" "Barthélémy." "Ah, pass." " Barthélémy." "Barthélémy." " Huh?" " Uh, Barthélémy." " Barthélémy, yeah." " Which one?" " Barthélémy." "Barthélémy?" "Barthélémy." "I'm Doyle." " Ah, Doyle." " Doyle." " Henri Barthélémy." "We're expecting you." " Barthélémy." "Yeah." "Little spare-time work, huh?" " Narcotics." " In the fish?" "In the fish." "Unfortunately, this is our information, Monsieur Doyle." "Oh, pardon me." "Uh, Inspector Diron and Miletto." "Monsieur Doyle de New York." " We shall work together." " Great." "Henri!" " What's all this about?" " What?" " Oh, I'm sorry." "April Fools' Day." "You know, the day of the first of April." "You see, this information was a bad joke." "Over here, on April Fools' Day.." "it's a custom to pin a fish on people, you know?" "Only it's usually a paper one." "They really pinned it to you this time, didn't they?" " This way, please." ""Doyle, James R."" "Merci" "Uh, "42 years old." "Nickname, Popeye."" "Cute." "Spinach." "What are you doing with my file in the shit house, huh?" "This another one of your, uh, April Fool jokes?" "No." "I like reading it here." "Uh, 60 kilos of heroin." "It was a big arrest." "My young Miletto, we have an authentic American hero here." "Where the fuck did you get that?" "Mr. Doyle, I was requested to help you." "I didn't request that you come here... but naturally, I wanted to know who you were." "I found out." "After this big arrest, it disappeared." "I read in the papers that somebody stole your heroin... right out of police headquarters." "Was it your friends?" " My friends are still on the force." "How many men have you killed?" "Hey, wait a fucking minute." "Wait a minute!" "Am I being interrogated here?" "Am I working with you or am I some kind of goddamn suspect or what?" "Five." "Five people killed." "It seems quite a lot." "I've been a New York cop for 14 years." "I know that the dope that comes out of this city has killed a lot more than I have." "Two of the dead were policemen." "Right?" "Miletto, show him his office." "Mr. Doyle, this is, uh... your office right here." " Yeah." "Right next to the, uh— the shit house, huh?" "You got a telephone, an extension." "It's terrific." "Really nice." "Hey, Henry, it's beautiful." "Really beautiful." "Yeah, I'd be better off in New York on welfare." "Hey, poor Popeye." "You are, how do you say, homesick." "I sent for some spinach." "Hey, Barthélémy." "Why don't you knock off the chicken shit, huh?" "Look, I'd rather be a lamppost in New York than the president of France... but I came over here for one thing and one thing only- to get Charnier." "And that's what I'm gonna do." "I'm gonna get him and put him where he belongs, even if you won't." "Hey, bravo." "It's D-day in Marseilles." "The Americans have landed." "Hey, this Charnier of yours, to begin with, this is certainly not his name." "Second, there is no record of such a man... here, in Paris or in the streets." "But there is more of a record on you, and it's not very nice." "I must remind you it's you that let him escape." "Come." "Back to work." "But you come only with us to observe, huh?" "You carry no gun, I hope." "You know, it's illegal for foreigners, even policemen." "No." "No gun." "I'm strictly by the book." "You read my file, right?" "That's why I asked." " Oui, Henri." "Oui." "Okay." "Doyle." "You just stay close to me and observe." "You are my guest." "You do nothing, say nothing, okay?" "Who, me?" "I'm naked, remember?" "You must think I'm some sort of hero or something." "No, no." "I'm just here to watch how the pros do it." " Yeah." "I'm your guest." " Okay." " Henri." "Doyle." "Hey!" " Hey!" "Doyle!" "Doyle!" "Doyle, come back!" "Doyle!" "Doyle!" "Raoul!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck!" "Knock you— Fuck it!" "You bastard!" "Get him off me, goddamn it!" "I want him arrested!" "You're under arrest, you son of a bitch!" "Shut up!" "You've got no police powers here, Doyle!" "Forget it." "Raoul!" "Come on" " Come on, Doyle." "Come on." " I want that bastard collared!" " You let him go?" " He's ours." " What?" " He's ours." "How do you think he got out of there?" "Come on." "Holy shit." " Christ." "Why don't you go back to New York and kill policemen... since that's what you do best?" "Two months." "You understand?" "Two months infiltration wasted through your madness." "If you'd have put me in the picture, he'd still be alive." "No." "If you'd done what I told you, he would still be alive." "Hey, what did he say?" "What did he say?" "Look at all this stuff." "Must have been acid, huh?" "Look at that acid." "Must be enough there for 50 kilos." "Maybe double that." "You hit them too soon." "Hey, you screwed up." "I have a job for you, Doyle." "You want to know what people say?" "You talk to them." "What do you mean?" "Hey, you mean interrogate them?" "What am I supposed to use, sign language?" "I don't speak French, remember?" " Miletto will be your interpreter." "Miletto!" " Oui?" " Hey, shove it." "No, my friend, you shove it!" "You don't help us outside" "You just fuck up." "What do you know about Marseilles?" "You think it's Harlem?" "Just kicking blacks around the streets?" "You get depositions from each one of them." "I don't give a damn what they say, but I want it in writing." "Hey, look, I came over here to nail that frog son of a bitch good." "That's not part of my plan to sit around beating my meat... while you French narcs grab all the credit." "That's what you want, right?" "You stick me next to the shit house.." "while you pull down all the medals, right?" "That's right." "We should decide the matter of the rendezvous... a place to meet after you have made the delivery." " How's New York?" "You know better than that, William." "New York is hazardous to your health, at least to my health." "But it is an amusing city." "How did you do it, if it's not a secret?" "Oh, it was very simple and very droll." "Eighty-three policemen wanted to talk to me." "And 52 of them chose to talk to my money instead" "I love a city where you always know where you stand." "Hey, Hank." "I'm really learning a lot up here." " You're really missing it, buddy." "This is Nick Volatti." "We arrest you already." "One conviction." "I'm gonna take you right down in that alley there." "See, right down there." "I'm gonna start" " I'm gonna start on your throat right here." " I'm gonna bust everything in it." "You'd like that, huh?" "Then your belly." "I'm gonna start working on your belly." "I'm gonna hit you so fucking hard in the belly, it's gonna break your backbone." " You compris that?" " Non." " No." "You don't understand, huh?" " I'm gonna work on your arms." "I'm gonna set them over a curb." "I'm gonna use them for a trampoline." "I'm gonna jump up and down on them." "Then your kneecaps." "One, two." "Kneecaps." "Oatmeal." "I'm gonna make oatmeal out of your fucking kneecaps." "When I get done with you, you're gonna put me right in Charnier's lap, right?" " Je ne le connais pas." " "J'ennais pas"?" "Yeah, right." "Ah, food." "What did you do, cremate the fucking thing?" " Eh?" " You cremated it." "You burnt—" "You got the ketchup there." "Where's the mayo?" "The mayonnaise." "Mayonnaise." " Mayo." "Mayo, mayo, mayo." "Watch my mouth— Mayo." " Mayo." " Mayo." "Right." "Relish." "Relish." "Relish." " Relish." "Relish." "Right." "Mayo and relish." "Get that." " Send Miletto up, too, will you?" " Mayo." " Miletto!" " Yes, yes, Miletto" "That's good, huh?" "Hey, Miletto!" "Come on, get up here!" "I want you to ask this fuck something." "Ask him if he ever, uh, picked his feet in Poughkeepsie." " What?" " This comfortable for you?" "Is it okay?" " I didn't understand." " Yeah." "Ask him— Ah." "You ever pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?" " I'm gonna take a walk." " Doyle, the orders." "Get your orders right here." "Uh, I'd like a, um, Four Roses straight up and water on the side." "Four Roses straight up and water on the side." " Oh, shit." "Uh—" "Uh, bourbon." "Uh— Uh, bourbon." "Okay." "Um—" "Can you give me some help here?" " Uh, Jack Daniel's." " Jack qui?" "Jackie, yeah." "Jackie Daniel." " Jackie?" " Jackie." "Uh—" "Let's see, um—" "Scotch!" "Right" " Right there." " "El scotcho."" " Whiskey?" "In a glass?" " In a glass?" " In a glass, yeah." "No, I don't want ice." "I don't—" "Uh, excuse me, miss." "Um—" "Excuse me, ladies." "I was wondering if I could offer you a, uh, little drink?" " A drink." "Would you like a drink?" " Huh?" " Mind if I sit down?" " What?" " I don't understand." " Just a little" " How about a little drink?" "All right." "Okay." "How would you like to kiss my Irish ass, huh?" " I told 'em, huh?" "Hey, fella." "How about another drink here?" "Give me, uh, another—" "About that- Two fingers, like that." " Yeah." "Um, give yourself one too." " What's your name?" " What's your name?" " Henri." "Uh, help yourself to one." "I want— Somebody's gonna have a drink with me." "Help yourself to a drink." "Uh, you." " Moi?" " Right." "Give yourself a drink." " Right." " Merci beaucoup" " You got it." "Ahh." "You gonna drink that green shit?" " Huh?" " That's not— Hey, come on." "Come on, fill-fill it up." " Merci beaucoup." " Have a drink." " Un double, alors" "Pretty good drinker." " Double?" " Double." " I hope those Hell's Angels come back." "Have another drink." "No, no, no, no." "Have another." "You." " Santé." " Down the hatch." "Throw it back." "Ahh!" " Merci." " I'll have another." "d Ah d d The first marine bought the beans d" " d Parlez-vous d d The first marine bought the beans d d Parlez-vous d d Oh, the first marine d d The second marines bought the beans d" "d The first marines d First." "No, no, no." " d First marines" " First marines d - d First marines d" " d Bought the beans d d Bought the beans d" "Give me my hat back!" "d Ah, two marines are following me d d Parlez-vous d" " Parlez" " Parlez-vous?" " Parlez-vous." "Oui." "d Two marines are following me d" " d Parlez-vous d - d Parlez-vous d" " d Two marines are following me d" " d I don't think they're gonna catch me dd - dd No?" "Oui." "Hello." "Inspector." "Yes." "How are you?" "Well, i-it's sunny." "Sunny." "Warm." "Yes." "There too." "Well, the plan is going as you said it would." "No, I don't like it." "No" "If this man, Charnier, is here in Marseilles and sees him, it will be very dangerous." "Well, I have two men on Doyle day and night.." "but he is, uh, uh, unpredictable" "No." "I would not do it this way." "First, I would tell Doyle myself that he's being used as, uh... how do you say uh, as bait." "Well, he's your man not mine, Inspector." "Oh, yes." "He's very evident Very visible." "Yes." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello." "Hello" "Y" " Yes, operator, we were cut off." "I was talking to the New York Police Department" "Hello" "What do you mean it's the French operator's fault?" "What?" "Hello." "Hello." "Hello" " I wanna go right there, not here." " Ahh." "Do you speak English?" "Miss?" "You speak English?" "Hey!" "Hey, Henry!" "Pretty good." "Well, you had a two-hour lunch." "Are you investigating the, uh, greasy spoons?" "Doyle, this is Mademoiselle Lefevre." " ..." "Monsieur Doyle détective de New York." " Bonjour." "I thought that you had left us." "No." "I was, uh— I was hanging around." "I wanted to find out, uh, why Charnier likes this burg so much, you know." " I think I found out." " Found out what?" "I found out that while Charnier is kind of walking around free... the police are inside having two-hour lunches." "Can I get you a taxi to the airport?" " No, I don't think so." "I think I'll just stay here." " As you wish." "Yeah, well, listen." "I want you to do me a favor." "Get your two tails off my back, will you?" "What, is the tall one your brother-in-law?" "Is that it?" " Listen, Doyle—" " No, you listen!" "I came over to get that fucking Charnier, and I'm gonna get his ass." "And I could do a lot better if Sacco and Vanzetti were off my tail, understand?" "You gotta put them back on the school crossing where they belong." "They might get run over by a bicycle." "I don't want that on my conscience." "Nice to have met you." "You want this ball?" "Huh?" "Come on." "Come on." "Come over and get it." "God, I wish this Blanc de Blancs would travel." "I'd like to take 20 cases with me back to Washington." "All you Americans have that misconception." "Wine will travel." "It is people who have difficulty." "By the way, they understood about you not traveling with the shipment." "Good." "I'm pleased you all continue to see the situation as I do." "Bill." "Has Geneva taken the necessary first step?" "Exactly as you wanted it... with a good spread against inflation and floating currencies" "100,000 South African rands, 50 in Canadian dollars, another 50 in Yen." "200,000 all together." "Ten percent as per the agreement" "Okay." "Tell them the final shipment is en route." " Once it arrives, we cook for a few days." " Understood." "We are expecting you for dinner." "A little party." "Very informal you know." "I'd love to, but, uh, no can do." "Official business." "Looks like you guys want us back here again." "I gotta be in Paris tonight to have dinner with the minister of defense." "Talk numbers and bases" "Thank you very much for the lunch, Alain." "Incidentally, Geneva's counting on you." "Sorry." "They wanted to make it clear." "Naturally." "My expectations of them are the same." "Be sure they know that too." "Listen, um, you play good volleyball." "You bounce around a lot." "I'll see you down at the beach." "Sacco and Van—" "I must say, Mr. Doyle... that you were the one person I did not want to see again." "My associates here... want to discuss things with you, Doyle, but in their fashion." "I told them it would be useless" "You would die first" "And, of course, then we would never find out... what you have learned about our little business." "That was the expensive lesson of New York." "You're a good cop." "Honest." "Quite stupid." "But honest." "Up your ass, Charnier." "I'll tell you what I found out." "I found out that you eat shit, you fucking frog, you!" " That's not good enough, Doyle" " You goddamn scumbag, you!" "Hello." "I have a son just about your age." "Nice young man." "I" " I'm English, you know." "I heard you speak English." "I heard you shout." "You mustn't shout." "They never listen." "I have lived in Marseilles for 42 years... even through the war." "I married a Frenchman." "He wouldn't listen to me." "Then my son went away." "Nobody listens to me." "Oh, no, no, no." "You mustn't do that." "You mustn't scratch." "You'll get infected, and then you'll be very sick." "You must, uh— That's it." "When will they come around again?" "Soon." "Soon." " But you mustn't shout." " No one will listen." "dd" "Ah, voila." "There you are." "dd" "Not yet." "Doyle." "Tell me." "They sent me over here because I was the only one who recognized you." "That's all." "I didn't find out anything." "You fuckhead, you." "This ain't my town." "I can't even get a goddamn drink here." "Come on." "Come on!" "You know, I believe you." "Okay." "Give me—" "Give me— Give me—" "Give me—" "We take you back, Doyle to your friends." "They are looking for you everywhere.." "and making it difficult for me to operate." "So we are giving you back to them." " C'est I'Américain!" "Doyle" "Non" "Merci" "What are you looking at, asshole?" "That's bitter." "It's bitter." "Ahh." "I need a doctor." " I need an American doctor." " Doctors keep records." "Papers." " You want that?" "A junkie cop?" "They'll throw you off the police force." "Drink." " Miletto!" "Mi— Miletto!" "It's cold." " Yeah." "That'll help a lot." " I feel like I spent a week licking a pool table." " It was three weeks." " Where were you guys?" " We looked." "Where the fuck were you?" "Fifty-two men were looking for you full-time." "Oh, shit." "If I had 52 men looking for somebody..." "I'd find him in three hours in New York." "Yes, but Marseilles is not New York." "Yeah, you're goddamn right it ain't." "Bet your fucking ass it ain't New York." "Scag city." "I'd like to pull the goddamn city down brick by brick... and put it all in your fucking head." "Relax now, huh?" "Mmm." "Shit!" "I feel like a goddamn pincushion." "Look, Henry... you're not gonna make me go cold turkey, are you?" " Yes, I am." " Oh, look, I've—" "I seen guys go cold turkey." "They put their fucking head right through a steel wall." "I mean, they'd cut their mother's throat for a five dollar bag of scag." " Now, come on." "You can't make—" " I call your mother." "I call your mother." "She will be proud of you." "Ah, come on." "Leave her out of this." ""Hey, Mrs. Doyle, may I present your son, the hero?" Huh?" " Will you stop that shit?" " Did I ever tell you I had her once?" " What a fuck." "Huh?" " Oh, you—" "Don't quit now." "Don't get up." "Don't get up." "I want a fuckin' Hershey bar." " It's okay." " It's not good for frogs." " Ah." "Makes 'em jump backwards." "Asshole." "Hey." "I don't want your fuckin' rock!" "What are you giving me?" "Wait a minute." "Okay." "All right." "What I want is a nice— a nice juicy P.J. Clarke's hamburger." "Understand?" "A lot of blood running out of it." "And some onions on it and some ketchup and salt and a beer." " Okay?" "All right?" "That's" "Hey." "Wa— Wait a minute!" " I need— I need some help." "Henry." "Shh." "Shh." "Shh." "I need some help." " I want a doctor, Henry." "I want an American doctor." " Forget it." "Don't tell me to forget it." "Wait— Hey, wait a minute!" "Wait a minute!" "Just wait till you go get the hamburgers." "All right?" "I'll wait here." "Just—Just— W-W-Wait till— All right." "Wait." "Goddamn— What— Let's change the order." "I don't want the hamburgers." "I'll change it." "I'll—" "I want some Hershey bars." "You know what I mean?" "I want—" "Wait!" "I want the Hershey bars, Henry." "Not the frog oatmeal shit you've been giving me either." "I want the real Hershey bars with the nuts in 'em." "Henry, you got it in the office." "I know goddamn well you—" "Henry!" "Who the fuck would know?" "Henry, goddamn it!" "You motherfuckers!" "Don't tell them anything until you see your fuckin' lawyer." " Right?" "This is some—" "It's really good." "I never drink this at home, you know." ""Gaston de Lagrange." "Cognac."" "It's good stuff." "Only the best for you, Doyle." "Damn." "When I was a kid, I never used to drink because I thought it was a sin... because of the nuns, you know, and everything." " You Catholic?" " Retired." "Retired?" "Retired, huh?" "You just turned in your papers and—" "Did you get a pension?" "Oh, shit." "Well, besides all that—" "I knew you—you didn't imagine me, did you?" "But besides all that— Uh—" "When I was, uh, uh, in, uh—" "A kid." "You know, with the— with the... nuns and the confessions and all that, I was a ballplayer." "Ballplayer." "I was a ballplayer." "Uh, baseball player." "Yeah." "Well, I had a tryout with the Yankees." "You know what the Yankees are?" "Uh, yes." "As in "Yankee go home."" "Yeah." "No." "No." "Uh—" "Uh—" "Um—" "No." "Yankee" " Baseball." "Baseball team." "Yeah." "I had a tryout with them, and, uh, uh... they sent me down to the, uh— to— to the minors." "And the problem— pro— uh, problem— problem was that... there was a fuckin' kid there, and he was... the fastest bastard." "He was fuckin' fast." "And he— he— he- he played shortstop at the time, and he—" "He could hit the ball a fuckin' ton." "A fucking ton!" " You know what "fuck" means?" " Yeah." " Yeah" " Yeah." "Well, it was in spring training... and, uh, I— I saw this kid." "I— and just immediately took the test for the cops." "That kid was Mickey Mantle." "You know who Mickey Mantle was?" " You fucking—" " No." "I can't say that I know" "You don't know who Mickey Mantle was?" "Huh?" "How about Willie Mays?" "Say!" "Willie Mays!" "All right!" "Hey!" "Willie Mays." "Eh?" "No." "No?" "Mmm." "Max Lanier." "He's a frog probably." "Uh, Jean Kiley." "You remember Jean Kiley?" " Gene Kelly?" " Gene— Not Gene Kelly." "Jean Kiley, the fuckin' skier." "Oh." "You mean Jean-Claude Killy." "That's what I said!" "Yes!" "Fuck, yeah." "Yeah." "Athlete." "Well— And Whitey Ford." "Whitey Ford." "Goddamn Whi— You know who Whitey Ford was?" "Oh." "Shit." "He was a dandy little southpaw." "That's what we called him." "He was a dandy little southpaw." " Southpaw?" " He was a— Yeah." "He was a lefty." "You mean a communist?" "No." "He was a Republican." "But he was—" "I'll tell you." "He was something— He was—" "He was, uh... um, lefty." "Threw with his left hand." "You understand?" "With his- With his south hand." "With his... southpaw." "That's why they call him a lefty." "Got it?" "Look here." "Oh, come on." "And this." "Oh, he was a left-hander." "And the batter was standing there like this." "Here you go." "Throw me that ball." "Wait." "Wait, wait." "Okay." "Ready." " What the f" " You never saw any baseball, did ya?" " No." "Sh—" "Well, Whitey Ford was a dandy southpaw." "He was some—" "He was" " Geez." " Drink it." "Drink it." "He just hit the fuckin' apple, boy" "Tell me about southpaw." "I told you about that fuckin' southpaw!" " I can't take it no more." " And Mickey Mantle." "Mickey Mantle sucks." "Do you ski?" "Do I look like I can ski, you fuckhead?" "I can barely walk." "I need help, goddamn it!" "Shit." " I have your breakfast here." " I hope you can eat it." " I'll try." " You gonna take me home?" " Not yet." "You were cold." "We'll warm you up." "And maybe see a little of Marseilles too, huh?" "I tell you I don't remember anything." " They just finished— knocked me on my ass." " Anything." "Any detail." "I don't remember anything." "I'd like to have some of that." "You're kidding." "A woman now would finish you off." "Not the woman, dummy." "What she's eating." " Listen, asshole." "Tell me the truth." "I was set up, wasn't I?" "Whose idea was it?" "What difference does it make?" "They sent me over here to work with you." "You put me on the street so Charnier could blow me away." "That's beautiful." "Beautiful." "Why didn't you figure this out earlier?" "Why didn't I think of it earlier?" "'Cause I'm a bigger asshole than you are." "Uh, Henry?" "It's Doyle." "Working kind of late at the office, aren't ya?" " Where are you, Popeye?" " I'm at Charnier's place." "Yeah, I suddenly remembered it." "It's the Hotel Colonnades." "Used to be the Hotel Tanger." "It's on a Rue Rappatu." "You got it?" " Stay where you are." " Yeah, okay." "Oh, uh, Henry." "Bring some water." "A lot of it." " Exterminator." "Rats." " You got rats, buddy." "Come on out of there, you fuckin' rats!" "Come on out, or I'll burn you out!" "Come on, you rats!" "Come on out!" "Everybody out!" "Hey, hey, hey!" "Come on!" "Move it!" "Hot pussy here." "Hey!" "You mustache motherfuckers!" "Hey!" "Doyle." "Doyle, you knew!" "You always knew the name of this place!" "You knew, and you wouldn't tell me!" "Stop!" "I deserve an answer!" "There." "There's your answer." "Fuck you!" "I came over after Charnier." "I'm gonna get him back." "Where is that mustache motherfucker, huh?" "Where is he?" " Beat the shit out of you, you—" "That's enough." "Doyle, get off!" " Look at this, asshole!" "He told us what we want." " That's enough now." " Yeah." "Okay." "All right." "It better be right." "I'll tell you that." "I'll come lookin' for ya." "I'll knock your dick stiff." "Look at my hat." "Shit." "This time, Doyle, you stay right next to me." "Come on." "Where's my fucking gun?" "I hope you can swim, asshole!" "Hey!" "Doyle!" "Come on!" "Henri!" "Henri!" " Yeah." " Doyle" "Uh, Commissaire Delacroix." "He wants your passport." "There is a plane for Barcelona in the morning with a connection to New York." " You'll get your passport back when you get on the plane." "Do you need me to translate?" "Uh, they— they called your boss in New York." " Your passport, Popeye." "Why don't you tell him I lost it in the dry dock?" " He wants you to stay in the hotel... until we say you leave." "My French— Then English." "I say nothing till government consul get here." " I know nothing of last night." " But you must have known that something was stuck to the hull." "We come for fixing of the rudder." " I know nothing about the dope" " Uh, you will wait here, Captain." " I go back in Dutch territory." " No." "You are in French territory... and you stay on French territory." "I don't want to see that." "Keep it under wraps." " What are you gonna do now, Henry?" " We wait." "When his consul comes, we take him to headquarters and we talk." " And when the consul leaves, we don't talk so much." " Now look." "Don't lock this bum up yet." "He hasn't been paid." "I know Charnier wouldn't give him a dime until after delivery." "Last night there wasn't enough time." "Believe me... this Dutchman will hang around till he gets his cash." " It could be waiting in Holland." "It could be—" " No, no, no." "It'll be here and in cash." "Charnier doesn't want to stiff this guy." " He's got too many stories to tell ya." " I don't know." "Look." "If you follow this guy all around Europe, in a week's time... there'll be nickel and dime bags all up and down 126th Street." "Come on." "Just let him go." "Let him walk away." "He'll lead us right to Frog 1." "You owe me one." "We've got the harbor covered, in case he tries a rendezvous by boat." " When's that ship scheduled to leave?" " The day after tomorrow." "Okay." "It will get very difficult if we see nothing tomorrow, Popeye." "Hey, look." " Look!" " What?" " Come here." "Come here." " What?" "Huh?" "Who in the hell does that look like?" "Henry Kissinger?" "Okay." " Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" " Alexandre." "Raoul." "Emile." "They're comin' in." " Hey, there he is." " Which one?" "Uh, the guy with a cigarette in his mouth." "They switched bags!" "The white collar." " He's got a white collar." "Tell them he's got a white and blue bag around his shoulder." "Getting ready to cross the street." " Christ." "Look at this." "dd" "dd" "dd" "dd" "Yeah." "He goes to the Arab Quarter." "dd" "dd" "Doyle!" " Get out of the way." "Get out." " Oh!" "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Move it." "Come on." " Oh!"