The Case Against Brooklyn Page #2

And proceeded to assign the rookies

to various areas and different jobs.

Sit down, Harris.

Thank you, sir.

Sterheller tells me you did some

intelligence work with the Marines.

Yes, sir, in Japan.

I think you're the man

for this assignment.

This is the 65th precinct.

It's running wide open.

Close down a horse room one day and the

next day it's operating a block away.

Sometimes I think the bookies

run faster than the horses.

We want you to go in there and find

out everything you can about the operation.

Just go in cold, sir.

Everything we know is in this file...

study it.

This is a picture of Lil Polombo.

We've a hunch she's a good lead.

Her husband was in deep with the bookies.

He turned up dead a few days ago.

An accident, maybe.

We questioned her but all

we got back were echoes.

She's too scared to talk.

Establish yourself in the neighbourhood.

This is a complete file on the widow.

We want you to get acquainted with her.

Get her to talk.

We don't expect one man to

come up with all the answers.

But in the end we want to know

who's collecting the money.

Who's delivering it...

and who's getting paid off.

And finally, who's running

the whole syndicate for Brooklyn.

Oh yes, I understand sir.

You need someone to work with you.

Anyone you'd prefer?

Yes, Johnson?

Johnson?

All right, he's yours.

-Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Sure, you're a fine looking policeman.

Yeah...

What's the matter, Pete?

Oh honey, I guess it's just...

it's getting back in to uniform again.

Sergeant Peter Harris, US Marine Corps.

Now, Private Pete Harris,

New York Police Department.

Onwards and upwards.

We're starting all over again, isn't it?

Yeah, except I'm ten years older.

Ten years handsomer.

I like older men.

Things gonna work out, Pete...

I know it.

It must be Jess...

You got enough for dinner?

Ever since you do homework together,

I shop for three.

All right.

Hi.

-Hi, mother.

Posies! I picked them in Prestbury Park.

That's against the law!

You're speaking to an officer,

ma'am, I am the law.

Oh, they're lovely.

-Thank you.

Put them in water.

-Ah, honey?

While you're at it would you put

a little scotch in one please.

Hey, officer! You're not in uniform.

Hey, pappy.

Well, aren't we snazzy, huh?

What a bomb - a real bomb.

-All right, all right, all right.

Don't overdo it, huh!

-Very cute!

Now you can put it back in mothballs.

Why?

-Why?

Uniform's the pounding of beat, honey.

We're plain clothes.

Hey, Jess...

-Like 'Badge 540' here.

Hey, Pete. I want you to watch this guy.

Watch him closely.

See how he does it.

You may learn something.

What's he talking about?

Oh, it's nothing, honey. It's

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