Raw Deal Page #2

Yep.

How is he?

Dead.

I want Patrovita.

- He killed Blair?

- Blair was covering a government aide...

a witness who could've

put the bastard away forever.

No.

No, he had

somebody do it.

There's nothing that a small-town sheriff

can do that you can't.

Oh, no, no. The bureau

has nothing to do with this.

No, I'm financing

this myself.

I have $45,000

in savings.

I want you to get inside the Patrovita

organization and tear it up.

Who do you think I look like?

Dirty Harry?

- I think you look like an unappy man.

- You have a cure?

Possible reinstatement.

Get back into the bureau.

- Hmm?

- How?

The bureau's been trying to get somebody

inside of Patrovita's family for over a year...

but there's

a big leak somewhere.

All our guys

keep getting nailed.

That's why no one but me

will know about you. Nobody.

Now, you do a good job, you pull this off,

and you've got a great shot.

Now, what do you say?

Do you think I'd

still pass the physical?

This is Kaminski, investigating a break-in

at the Petrolcam storage yard.

Roger, Sheriff. We copy.

I'm sorry you had to kill yourself off, kid...

but it's safer

for everybody that way.

The top slot

is Luigi Patrovita.

He's been up there for over 20 years.

He's smart.

Buried a marching band

getting where he is.

His right arm is

a guy named Rocca.

He'd kill for table scraps.

Him you watch close.

The false I.D. Corresponds

to a guy...

in the N.C.I. Computer

with a bad rap sheet.

The phone number

is a safe house...

where an answering machine

is set up to catch your bulletins.

There's $25,000 for initial expenses;

more if you need it.

The squat-face guy is a new kid on the block.

His name is "Hammer" Lamanski.

He's been biting off

little pieces of Patrovita's pie.

Doing damage to him

is probably your quickest way...

to catch the big mars eye.

Remember, there's a leak.

He's the one

who got Blair killed.

He's the one I want.

Well, see ya in Chicago.

Big player, number eight!

Place your bets. Place your bets.

Place your bets.

Place your bets.

Place your bets.

All bets down.

All bets down.

Throw the dice!

Seven! You lose.

Come and get another number.

Come and get

another number.

I don't think the table is straight.

I want to see Mr. Lamanski.

He's not around, pal. And all losers

don't think a table is straight.

I'm still right.

Oh, sh*t! Yeah? So what?

Looks like the table's fixed.

This table's fixed! You scumbag! Hey, look

at that! That's bullshit! That's my money!

- Magic or magnet?

- Rudy! Rudy!

Hey, you! Get outta here!

Scram!

Who the f*** are you?

Hey! Wait up!

Guys, make sure to clean up the mess

before you knock off, okay?

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