The Anatomy of a Chase: Behind the Scenes of the Filming of 'The Seven-Ups'

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[Car Horns Honking]

[Distant Siren Wailing]

And you'll find it's quite unique.

- I'll be with you in a moment, sir.

- That's quite all right.

- Is it an original?

- Yes, it is indeed. It's hand painted.

- Which is a technique of that period.

- It's beautiful.

Now, is there anything

else you'd like to see?

Yes, I've been looking for an interesting

cornerpiece in dark oak for an entry.

- Oh?

- I'd like to take a closer look

at that one over there.

- Fine, fine.

- Will it be all right if I browse around a bit?

Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, may I help you, sir?

- Uh, what are you asking for this?

- Uh, 900.

Nine?

- May I take a look at that box over there?

- Oh, sure. Please.

- What took you so long?

- You know that damn midtown traffic.

Yeah.

[Mutters]

Of course, it's called a box even though

it's got this odd shape.

- Thank you.

- It's English, I think you'll find.

That's hand hammered.

Hey, man.

Where's the cooler?

[Both Grunt]

- Oh, sh*t.

- What the hell was that?

- [Men Clamoring]

- Come on. Let's get out of here.

- Listen, why don't you just step out-

- Look, there's glass all-

- Sir, listen. I'm sorry.

- Did you see what happened?

- Yes, I did. Will you just relax for a minute?

- This big lummox came in here-

Why don't you do one thing?

Get on that phone and call your employer.

- Call his phone-Why, you-

- Oh, no. Not again!

What is wrong with you idiots?

What the hell's the matter with you guys?

Aw, this is terrible.

Terrible.

You could've killed me doing that.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is going on here?

- Wait a minute. Are you the proprietor here?

- That's it.

I came in here to buy an antique

and this big baboon comes by with a water bottle...

- and spills water all over everybody.

- That's not what happened.

I came in there with a water bottle,

and he pushed me.

- I didn't push you.

- He pushed me.

- This is my store.

- Your store?

I'll show you what I think of your store.

- Want me to call a cop?

- No, I can take care of this myself.

- Go ahead and call a cop.

- Because it's his fault. That fella right over there.

All right.

Everybody hold it right where you are.

What's going on?

There's no real problem, fellas.

We just had a little accident.

- A little accident?

- Well, I can explain the whole thing.

[Glass Shatters]

Present.

Good catch.

Yes, sir.

Good team. First rate.

Well, we're certainly gonna try.

Yes, sir.

We'll keep in touch.

I couldn't tell this stuff

from the real thing, could you?

What's the matter with you?

I don't like it.

I don't like their way of doing business.

Are you gonna start

that stuff again, Jerry?

They're not correct.

That's not what a cop is supposed to do.

When you start out with that crap,

where do you go?

You forget about warrants.

You start flaking guys.

Is this or isn't it the first good collar

we've made on that pair of mutts...

in all the time we've been

looking to drop them?

Yes or no?

- Well, sure, it is. But that's not-

- But nothing. No buts.

Those two wiseguys are going away,

and not for any 60 days-

years, seven or up.

Buddy's guys, Buddy's methods,

I don't want to know about them.

I don't even want to hear about 'em.

The P.C. 's happy, so am I.

He wants more results, so do I.

Clear?

Clear.

And as far as Manucci goes,

I want him to continue doing what he's doing...

getting results.

And, Jerry, work with him.

Go along, hmm?

- Here's your coffee, boss.

- Relax.

Forget it.

You heard what I said.

Let him pick the sh*t off the street.

- I'll stay in the station house.

I'll take the guys to court.

- Forget it.

Hanes has his job like you have yours.

What else is happening?

- How about this nut-

- Hold off on that a minute.

What about the bail bondsman, Festa?

Why? What do you got?

His name came up in a wiretap.

- We're still digging.

- All right. Good.

[Men Chattering, Laughing]

- He still made the touchdown.

- Yeah, he made it, but he had a guy on him.

Hey.

Gutless freehole Hanes.

He had no beef though.

- No, we keep going.

- [Cheering]

Okay.

- Tomorrow, Buddy?

- Tomorrow we're off.

- Hey, there you go.

- I was feeling like getting tight, fellas.

- I'm gonna go uptown and get me a little taste.

- You'll get your ass locked up.

- Who, me?

- No, him.

- [Laughing]

- Funny man.

- What about 1:
00?

- Yeah, good.

- No, wait. Can we make it 2:00?

- I gotta take my oldest boy to the dentist.

- Jimmy?

- Yeah, I gotta get him braces.

- Is it gonna make him better looking than you?

For that kind of money,

he better look better than me.

- Let's go uptown and get a little taste, man.

- Man, I gotta play basketball.

Basketball?

- Yeah.

- Come on, man.

- Let's go. Take care, Manucci.

- Take care, Buddy.

I'll see you guys.

You want me to hang?

No, go ahead. Thanks.

[Door Opens, Closes]

You believe we used to

swim in that sh*t?

Eh, nobody cares anymore.

Remember the time we used to

swim in there bare-assed...

you, Rocky, Angie and me?

Benny the Nose wouldn't go in because he had

some boils or some crap on his back.

Mm-hmm. We come out,

our clothes was missing, huh?

Oh, that Cocker.

You kicked his ass

every day for a week.

I thought you would've

kicked it through his nose.

Gee, he never hung out

with us after that.

Hey, freehole, right?

You see the game Sunday?

That guy stepped out of bounds.

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