Serpico Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Serpico Script





This is car 2119 .

Call Greenpoint Hospital.



We're bringing in a wounded cop.



All right?    - .



25th Precinct.



Jesus Christ.



Guess who got shot.






You think a cop did it?



I know six cops

said they'd like to.






New York Times.

Serpico's been shot.



Oh, my God!



- They're taking him to Greenpoint.

- I'll see you there.



To be a police officer

means to believe in the law...



and to enforce it impartially...



respecting the equality

of all men...



and the dignity and worth

of every individual.



Every day, your life

will be on the line...



and also your character.



You'll need integrity,

courage, honesty...



compassion, courtesy...



and perseverance...



and patience.



You men are now prepared

to join the war against crime...



and put the theory you have learned

into practice in the streets.



Same time, same place--

both reports.



I already made out a    .



- You covering this, Lieutenant?

- Yes, Chief Green.



Who was with Serpico?



- Heinemann and Julio.

- I want them interrogated.



I want this conducted as an offiicial

departmental investigation.



Transcripts by  :   a.m.



Another thing--

I want a   -hour guard on Serpico.



- Yes, sir.

- You two, over there.



Anthony Sardo.



Ralph Seidler.



Frank Serpico.



Come on.

Marianne wants a good shot.



Get closer!



Patrolman Serpico.




See the roll-call man.



Memorize your posts and sectors.

This week you're  :   to  :  .



Next week,  :   to midnight.

Grab a locker.



Any questions, older guys will

fiill you in. Good luck.



Yo!  :  .

Let's go! Come on!



Gather around. Let's go.



All right. Settle down.



All right. Just a few announcements

today and two new men.



On the board on my left,

you see squad one, blue sector--



squad two, red sector--



squad three, green sector.



Now, we want summonses,

summonses, summonses.



I'll help the boys, Florence.



- This is Frank Serpico, Charlie.

- Hello, Frank.



- Hello, Charlie.

- How about some creamed chicken?



- Sounds good to me.

- No, I think I'll have--



How about a roast beef on roll?



Yeah, okay. You go through

the line. I'll bring it over.



Peluce, it's all fat here.



- I saw real lean beef over there.

- Take it easy.



Sit down, sit down.



- What's the matter?

- Don't be so fussy. It's free.



Well, I'm not fussy.

I don't know how I'm gonna eat this.



Charlie's okay. We give him a break

on double parking on deliveries.



Couldn't I pay for it,

get what I want?



Frank, generally, you just sort of

take what Charlie gives you.



Sector D-David?      ?

possible rape in progress...



vicinity of PS      ?

Grand Avenue and BQ Expressway.



Becker, aren't

we gonna take that?



Relax, Frank.

It's not our sector.



It's on the borderline.



I'm gonna take it.



D sector,           - .



Oh, my God!



Hold it! Hold it!

Police offiicers!



Oh, shit!



- Come on. Give us--

- Don't shoot now.



Be cool.



All right. Okay.

Put your guns away.



Put your guns away, man.

Come on. Goddamn it!



I said put them

motherfucking guns away!



I'll cut her, goddamn it.



Turn the motherfucking

light out, man.



I'll cut her, man.

I'll cut her.



Now, you just be cool,

goddamn it.



Just be cool. All right.



All right. All right.

That's it.



The other one took his thing out.



He put it up to my mouth.



He-- He held me down.



They said if I didn't do it...



they'd kill me.



She's gonna make

a hell of a witness.



Would you like a stretcher?



Muscles, he's all yours.

I'll call you from the hospital.



Okay, hard-on.



Who were your playmates?



Hey, Frank,

you want a piece of this?



No. I'm gonna fiill out

the arrest card.



Hey, Charlie, let me have

fiive minutes with him.



- Sure.

- Thanks.



Thank you, Charlie.



That prick really worked you over.

How do you feel?



How come you didn't

stay for the fun?



That's not my kind of fun.






I want to talk to you.



I want to take you across the

street, get you a cup of coffee...



without cuffs.



Now, look. I didn't touch you

upstairs, right?



You take off on me,

I'll put one in your back.






Come on.



lt's a goddamn shame you gotta take

this whole rap yourself.



I don't know. Maybe you're guilty,

maybe you're not.



Maybe you just

went along for the ride.



I got a feeling

you just went along.



But you're the one

who got caught.



You never even

got your cock out.



- Put it in the report.

- It's in the report.



Look at you.



- I can't eat.

- No, you can't.



I don't understand you,

you know that?



What are you,

obligated to those guys?



Fuck it.

They left you holding the bag.



You don't owe them nothin'.



They're gonna put you away,

you know that?



What can I get?



Oh, let's see--




sodomy, rape--



Are you kidding me?



You talk to me.

Save yourself.



Let it go, Harv!



Take the shot.



You not gonna send someone over?

Look, look.



McCoy, I get one,

I'm gonna lose the other.



Look, Serpico, that's Muscles' case.

He's off for a couple days.



- l can't cut in? Frank.

- They're here now!



- lt'll keep.

- No, it won't!



Police offiicer!

Hold it! Hold it!



Turn around. Turn around.



- Ow!

- Spread!



Come on, man. Come on.

Please take that gun from my head.



Turn around slow.



We'll take it from here, kid.

You don't have to hang around.



What are you talking about?

That's my collar.



We take the collar.



A collar like this, don't look good,

a patrolman takes it.



Wait a minute.

I don't care how it looks.



Now, I did the work. I broke my ass

on this. It's my collar.



You really want the collar, kid?

You can be brought up on charges.



Left your post, the street, entered

the school yard without permission--



That's just for openers.

Right, Penella?



No memo entry. Shit. You'll be lucky

to end up with a reprimand.



We'll give you an assist

on the arrest, kid.



Come on, Frankie!



Jim, get out of the way!

What are you doing?



What you want me to do?

Go across the street?



- Hey, Frank.

- Hi, Uncle Will. How you doing?



- Hey, Pasquale.

- Hey, Frankie! How you doing?



Okay. How you doing?

Where's Pop?



Be back in a half hour.

How's it going, Frankie?




I come to get my shoes.



Rev it up. Rev it up!



- Here they are.

- Frankie, how you doing?



Okay. Good job.



You people do good work here.



So, how you doing, Frankie?



You keep asking me that. What's

the matter with you? I'm doing okay!



Well, I thought you were coming over

to the house Saturday night.



I'm sorry, Pasquale.

I couldn't make it.



Margaret invited Marianne over.

Marianne was very disappointed--



Now, look. I don't like that.

I mean, really.



Don't invite people over

if you're not sure I'm gonna come.



I mean it, now. If I want to

see Marianne, I'll call her.



What's going on

with you two anyway?



Hey, Pasquale,

I'm gonna tell you something.



See, all day long,

I work with cops. Right?



Now, when I go out,

I see Marianne...



her father's a cop, her brother's

a cop, her uncle's a cop.



- I got a feeling she's a cop too.

- Come here!



- How you doing on the job?

- It's got its problems.



Mama tells me that you're looking

for a new apartment. Is that true?



- Yeah.

- So, where are you going?



I don't know.

I'm looking around by school.



NYU? Greenwich Village?



- Yeah, Greenwich Village.

- What's the matter?



The old neighborhood's

not good enough for ya?



Tell Pop I was here.



Frankie, Sunday?



Sunday what?



Dinner? Huh?



- Do me one favor-- no Marianne.

- I know. No Marianne.



All right.

A couple of announcements.



''Announcing a course in

fiingerprint identifiication...



to be given at John Jay College.



This course will be available

to those patrolmen...



who wish to make themselves

eligible for assignment...



to the Bureau of

Criminal Identifiication, BCI...



which is generally considered to be

a path to a detective's gold shield.



Signed, Captain McGuire.''



On the board on my left,

you see squad one--



Hot enough for ya?



It's not the heat.

It's the humidity.



I had a feeling

you were gonna say that.



You know how long

you're taking on that one?



Check one print category, two--

That's plenty.



I'm not gonna give a guy a

''no record'' when he might have one.



How long you been

with the BCI now, Serpico?



All my life.



That's long enough to know

how we do things.



Barto, it's not just that.



You don't like me.



BCI never had

a weirdo cop before.



Barto, stop buggin' me.






Wanna buy a puppy?



Look at that, huh?



Where'd you get these dogs?



Oh, they're mine.



Want one for free?



- I'll pay for it. How much?

- Five dollars.



You got it.



Okay, now which one

of you guys wanna come with me?






Come on.



- Could you do me a favor?

- What?



Just watch the car and my stuff

over here, 'cause I'm movin' in.



- Yeah.

- Thank you.



Don Quixote.



Senorita Land?



Mr. Serpico.



I got my horse here.

Maybe I could drop you someplace.



Well, I'm going to work

at the Café Reggio.



Café Reggio.



- That's  th Street and--

- MacDougal and  rd.



- Can I give you a lift?

- Yeah. Sure.



Jesus, what's that?



You got your hands on

my money belt. Don't do that.



That's not a money belt.

That's a gun.



- Well, we gotta eat, don't we?

- Oh, come on!



- What do you need a gun for?

- Ever hear of Barnum and Bailey?



- Yeah.

- Well, I'm their lion tamer.



- Come on.

- That's the truth.



- I think you're full of shit.

- You do, huh?



- What do you do?

- Me?



I'm an actress, a singer,

a dancer and a Buddhist.



In that order?



- I'm a cop. Would you believe that?

- No, I wouldn't believe it.



Those leaps that guy made,

what do you call 'em again?






You try it.



All right. How do you start it?

What's your position?



Next life. Come on.



What are you reading now,




My Life by Isadora Duncan.



She was a ballet dancer.



A belly dancer?



No. No, a ballet dancer.




- You know ballet?

- A little.



- A little bit? You ever see one?

- Not close.



I've been to the ballet.

It's terrifiic.



- I've been taking classes.

- Oh, yeah?



That's where I go

after I leave here.



Fantastic for your body.

Really builds you up.



- I can tell.

- You noticed, huh?



I noticed.



There's fiive positions.



Five pos--

You're being shortchanged.



- Oh, no. It's enough. Believe me.

- For what?



Watch. See?



This is the fiirst position.



From this position,

I can do anything.



- You want to see?

- Sure.



Here we go.



Bye, Barto!



- Lieutenant Steiger--

- No, no. Later.



- Hey, turn off the lights.

- Potts, I wanted to read.



Positions, positions!



Positions like that you don't see

in a pretzel factory.



Now I gotta do my pee-pee

in the dark.



She's gotta be a nympho

with positions like that.



Hey, Serpico, how can you piss

at a time like this?



Barto wants a specimen.



I'm gonna look into this matter.



- What do you got there?

- Here.



Straight ahead.



- Straight ahead where?

- Third window down.



- I don't see anything over there.

- Let me see.



She just pulled down the shade.



- You gotta be some kind of jinx.

- That's right. Blame me.



Hold it, Serpico.

What were you two doing?



- What?

- In the shithouse in the dark!



Were you goin' down on him?



-What are you talking about?

-You gonna tell me you were peeping?



You were sucking his cock,

weren't you?



- What are you, crazy?

- I'll show you fuckin' crazy!



Last week I found a pair of shorts

with semen on 'em!






You actually accusing me of this?



Good morning, Captain McClain.

I'm Offiicer Serpico.



I was told I could

talk to you, sir.



Certainly, son.

Come in.



Lieutenant Steiger

won't make a report.



He's too concerned with

the image of his department.



But it-- it could affect

your future in the BCI.



Sir, I tell you--




I don't see any future there.



It was bullshit about it being

a path toward being detective...



because I've been there

two years now--



And you want a transfer.



Yes, sir, but I don't wanna

go back to uniform.



I'll see what I can do, Frank.



Francis, do you know about my

weekend retreats for Catholic offiicers?



Well, you read that.

It might be of interest to you.



You are Catholic?



- Yeah. I was baptized, yes.

- Good, good.



Alfiie, come on.



I missed you, baby.



She's so crazy, that girl,

I tell you.



Why Paco?



All my friends call me Paco.

Could you do me a favor?



- Get my keys out of this pocket.

- Sure.



Well, what'll I call you--



Frank or Paco?



Sally! Larry!

This is Paco.



- Hey, man.

- Larry's a poet.



But he works for

an advertising agency.



Sally's an actress,

but works for a photographer.



Paco's a policeman.



That's terrifiic.



I work for the police department.



- That's really nice.

- Wow.



See ya.



- How are you?

- Pat's a novelist.



But you're working for an insurance

company now, aren't you?



- Yes, I am.

- Yeah. Paco's a policeman.



Really? How exciting!



Well, not too.

Right now, I'm fiiling fiingerprints.




I fiile insurance policies.



We should get together then,

fiile or something.



- That was an improvement.

- I wanna ask you something.



How come all your friends are

on their way to being somebody else?



Think about that. I wanna

ask you something else too.



Will you do me a big favor?



Don't tell anybody I'm a cop.



You know, let me just sort of

do it myself.






Hey, man,

are you really a cop?



- Right. I am.

- Wow.



You know,

Leslie is a mind fucker.



You gotta be kidding.

I didn't know that.



What's a mind fucker?



Well, that's a chick...



who digs intellectual types

and super-bright guys.



Oh, yeah?



Well, she's very perceptive.



You know,Japanese culture

and theater and painting...



it's too rigidly stylized.



Well, yeah, you know--

Yeah, but--



I think after a while,

when you get through that...



you start to appreciate the

clarity-- you know, the authority.



I got a sheep dog.



There have been

sheep dogs in my family...



dating back...



for     generations--



- Dating back to the Borgias.

- Oh, shit!



The family crest...



is a sheep dog

pissing into a gondola.



Oh, shit!



Paco, everybody loves you!



I love you!



Hey, Lieutenant,

my wife call for me?



Give her this, will ya?



Offiicer Serpico reporting, sir.



That fucking thing on your lip,

it goes. And get a haircut.



- Sir--

- That's an order.



You look like an asshole

with dentures.



- Do I have the right of appeal, sir?

- Sure. Go see Captain Tolkin.



You got one foot in shit already.

Put the other one in.



Where might that be,

I wonder, sir?



Thank you, sir.



That is one hell of a mustache.

I wish I had the guts.



Well, I have what I consider to be

good reasons for wearing it, sir.



- You don't have to tell me.

- But I'd like to tell ya, sir.



I thought so.



I think it's time that we started

to communicate more on the streets.



You know, the way it is,

we're totally isolated, sir.



We're completely out of touch

with what's happening.



An undercover cop walks around

in disguise...



wearing black shoes

and white socks.



Everybody knows who he is.



You made your point.



I want you to keep your mustache.



And I'd like you to patrol

in your own car.



Wear whatever you want.

How does that strike you?



I'd like that, sir.



To be honest,

I'm bucking for detective.



No shit.



Hold it!



What the hell are you doing?



Oh, Christ!



Quick. Get against there.






I'm a police offiicer!

Get over there!



Hey! It's me, Serpico!



Hey, I'm a police offiicer!

Police offiicer!



Poli-- I'm an offiicer!

I'm a police offiicer!



Jesus, Frank, how was I

supposed to recognize you?



- You stupid fuck.

- Frank, I didn't know you!



You didn't know me?

You fiire without looking?



You fiire without a warning,

without a fucking brain in your head?



Oh, shit.



If I buy one, you motherfucker,

I'm not gonna buy it from you.



Holy shit.



Look at that mess.



Filling out forms till next month.






Hey,Jesus, Frank...



I know it's a hell

of a time to ask you...



but I'm gonna have to go through

all that ballistics bullshit--



Good. You should.



It's gonna look like hell if I

don't have anything to show for it.



Frank, do me a favor.

Give us the collar.



You motherfucker.



You want the collar, huh? You

don't wanna fiill out forms, right?






- You're a buddy.

- I'm a buddy.



Only you tell Tolkin

I gave it to you.



I am passing out these marijuana

cigarettes for you to sample...



so that when you become




you'll be able to identify

the pungent aroma...



and recognize the disorienting effect

of the drug...



when you observe them

in narcotics suspects.



Among users of the drug...



a marijuana cigarette...



is referred to as reefer...



stick, roach, joint.



The drug itself

is referred to as pot...



tea, boo...



stuff, grass.



Hey, this is real good shit.



- I gotta have something to eat.

- Oh, look what it is.



Look what it is.

It's a potato factory is what it is.



And I have to have some,

and I love you-- I love it.



Have some of that. We have

nothing to-- I have to have a dime?



The dime goes

in the little slot there.



That doesn't work.

It's from the Civil War, this machine.



- Pull on it.

- Doesn't, doesn't, doesn't--



- Go ahead, go ahead.

- Shoot it out. Please!



I beg of you! Come out!

Potatoes, come out!



You're pretty fuckin' weird

for a cop.



Me? You!



- What about you, buddy? You!

- You're the weird guy. Me?



- You're a fuckin' hippie.

- It's beautiful, though.



The two of us.



Give me.



Where you supposed

to go from here?



   Precinct, plainclothes.

Put your gun away.






I am scheduled to go

on special assignment...



with the mayor's department

of investigations, detective squad.



- That's gold shield.

- Yeah.



No four years in plainclothes?



Who do you know?



I make it my business to know

people-- people who can help.









Life is unfair, pal.



I mean, look, you've got

a feel for the streets, and I--



- I've got a feel for the politics.

- Oh, yeah?



You and me in a Batmobile, we could

clean up the whole city in no time.



I wonder if we can get candy

out of this machine though.



No, thanks.



Well, this is a good place

to tell you, Paco.



You know that guy in Texas

I was telling you about?



- What about him?

- I'm gonna marry him in two months...



unless you marry me.



What about the theater

and your dancing?



A girl has to get

married sometime.



Well, you're a long way

from sometime, Leslie.



I thought you were committed.



I am, but--



You are, but?



I can go on working,

studying there.



Where? Fort Worth?






Well, am I invited

to the wedding?



I'll ask Roy.



Yeah, it's pretty good

in this precinct.



Here you go.



Usually a  :   to  :   day is the

best time for policy and bookmaking.



If you have to work nights, like

a liquor violation, just call in.



Don't worry about

quotas right now.



Couple of hooker collars

will keep it cool.



Been holding this for you.



It's from Jewish Max.



First day on the precinct,

I get that.



This is great, Frank.



I can open up a whole can

of peas with this.



It's scary.



I wanna protect myself.



- You know what we do with this?

- What?



We take it to

Inspector Kellogg.



Kellogg-- Didn't he used

to be in plainclothes?



He's the second-highest ranking cop

in the department of investigations.



- So what?

- What do you mean, ''so what?''



I happened to be instrumental

in getting the man his job.



He owes me.

You understand?



He's the most honest cop

I know, Frank.



Frank, trust me.



Things like this were common

practice in the bad old days.



Hard to believe

it's still going on.



Serpico, don't you think

it's kind of stupid...



taking an envelope from somebody

you didn't know?



What was I supposed to do?

I mean, give me--



How would I know what was in it

unless I took it?



You have two alternatives.



You can force me to take you to

the commissioner of investigations.



He'll drag you in front

of a grand jury.



- I don't want that.

- I can understand that.



Word will get out.



Before it's all over, they'll fiind

you face-down in the East River.



- What's the other alternative?

- Forget it.



Well, what do I do with this?



Hey, Sarge?

You got a minute?



Colored cop gave me this.

I didn't know what to do with it.



Well, I'll send it on

to the Benevolent Association.



Alfiie, come on.



Is that Bjoerling?



No. It's DiStefano.



I was sure it was Bjoerling.



You could hear it

better over here.



- That's an invitation, right?

- Right.



For coffee.



I'll have to take a rain check.

I'm due at the hospital.



Why don't you call in sick?

Perfect place.



Not me.



What are you,

dedicated or somethin'?



That's right, I'm dedicated.

Most men can't stand it.



- Well, what do they know?

- I like your garden.



Love my garden.



Okay. I love your garden.



You know what they say,

don't you?



No. What do they say?



If you love a man's garden,

you gotta love the man.



You like her, Alfiie?



All I can tell you, sir,

is I gave it back.



I gotta get out of the   .



Well, what happened on

your narcotics application?



Looked like it was set, until

I told 'em I was in plainclothes.



It was like

the kiss of death.



They think everybody in clothes

is on the take.



Sir, do you know anything about

the Bronx  th Division?



I can go there if I want,

but if it's the same shit, screw it.



I'd rather answer phones for Spanish

communications unit and go nuts.



Come on, Alfiie.



Frank, did anyone

ever tell you...



that you have a tendency

toward self-pity?



No, you're the fiirst.



All right. Frank, I have

a friend up there, Roy Palmer.



He's an administrative offiicer.

I'll speak with him.



- Good. Thank you, sir.

- Good-bye, Frank.



- God bless you.

- Right.



Frank? Captain McClain here.



Captain McClain. Could you

hold on a minute please, sir?






Yeah. Sorry.



I saw Inspector Palmer tonight...



and he assures me the  th Division

is as clean as a hound's tooth.



His words, Frank.

''Clean as a hound's tooth.''



l told him he was getting

a hardworking officer...



wears a beard, speaks Spanish and

would make a superb undercover man.



He was delighted.



That's good news, sir.

Thank you. Thank you very much.



Good-bye? Frank.

God bless.



When did you start doing that?



McClain says that Palmer says...



that the  th is as clean

as a hound's tooth.



Well, if that's true,

your problems are over.



Plainclothes division.






- How are you? Good to see you!

- All right.



We heard you were

coming up here. Listen.



Say hello to Nate Smith.

Frank Serpico.



-Jamie Morales, Frank Serpico.

- Serpico?



Hey, babe, you're gonna

love it up here. It's beautiful.



Listen, take--

I'll see youse later, all right?



Take a little ride with me.

Get the feel of the division.



- Maybe I should check in fiirst.

- Fuck that. Come on.



Deck the halls

with boughs of holly



Ten grand, Dallas--

if Minnesota. Right.



Green Bay,     and a half at--



You dumb fuck.

We told you this location's hot.



We told you to stay the fuck

out of here.



Keough, nobody told me.







Come on.

Let's take a walk.



Hi, kid.

All right, a C-note apiece.



No way. We got a complaint.

Right, Frank? Come on.



All right.

Make it     Keough.



Hey, what, are you getting cheap

in your old age, bambino?



- Three.

- Three?



You heard me.



- All right, three.

- I'll make it a light one.



- You wanna write this up?

- No, I'm gonna check in.



Take the collar, Frank.

Get on the sheet.



I better check in.



We're gonna have

a little talk later, right?



That dumb schmuck only came up with

two bills because I booked him?



Here you go, Frank.



It was your collar.

Keep it.



I had a hunch

you weren't gonna take it.



You know, Frankie, we got a call

about you from downtown.



Now, I ain't sayin' who.



They just said you couldn't

be trusted, you know?



- Because I don't take money, right?

- Come on, Frank.



Let's face it. Who can trust

a cop who don't take money?



I mean, you are pretty weird,

you know, kid?



And with that call, the guys

were gettin' a little worried.



I told them you were okay.

I knew you from the old     .



You'd never hurt

another cop, right?



You'd never hurt another cop,

would you, Frank?



- That'd depend on what he did.

- That's the wrong answer, Frankie.



We're not doing

anything bad here.



We're skimming

a little gambling money.



It's clean. It's not dope.

It hurts nobody.



Come on, Frank.



Gamblers are gentlemen, and

they're gonna operate anyhow, right?



Look, Keough, you don't have to

explain yourself to me.



Do what you got to do.

Want some tea?



No, I don't like that shit.

I'll have a coffee, huh?



What's the matter, Frank?

What are you worried about?




We don't go overboard here.



We're not sloppy.

We're careful.



The spicks, niggers, we bust them.

They operate so dumb and sloppy...



they get your ass

in hot water every time.



But the Italians, now,

that's a different story.



They're men of their word.

They're reliable, Frankie.



- You really got it analyzed.

- Fuckin' right I got it analyzed.



It's worth it.



You know how much

the nut's running now, Frankie?



- No, I wouldn't know that.

- $    a month.



That's     clams every time your

girlfriend gets the curse tax free.



Here's the beauty. You don't

get it for the fiirst eight weeks...



till the guys get to

know you and you're okay.



But you don't lose, either, 'cause

you get it on the other end...



when you leave the division.



Frankie, it's like--

it's like severance pay.



Think it over, all right?

In or out.



Look at me. I'm shaking.



All my life I wanted

to be a cop, you know?



It's like I can remember

nothing else.



I remember this one time...



there was--



Somethin' happened.

A domestic argument or somethin'.



Somebody stabbed somebody.






there was this crowd

around this tenement.



I must have been nine,

ten years old. I was this big.



I went over to see

what was going on.



I noticed the red light

goin' around and around...



all these people,

and I couldn't see.



I kept saying, ''Do you know

what's goin' on? Do you know?''



Nobody knew.



It was like a big mystery

behind that--



that crowd there.



All of a sudden...



the crowd just parted...



like the Red Sea, you see?



And there were these guys

in blue, and I said...



''They know.''



What do they know?

What do they know?



It's amazing.



It's incredible...



but I feel like a criminal

'cause I don't take money.



You get so tense

when you talk about it.



I wonder why.



Come here.



- Right there.

- Here?



I'm gonna ask you

a question, okay?



Do you like cops?



You're my fiirst.



No, I mean all this shit I've been

telling you. Do you believe it?



Why not?



- Does it shock you?

- Not much.



What's the matter with me?



Everybody knows about cops.



Did you ever hear the story

of the wise king?



Nope, but I got the feeling

I'm gonna hear it.



Well, there was this king,

and he ruled over his kingdom.



Right in the middle of the kingdom

there was a well.



That's where everybody drank.



One night,

this witch came along...



and she poisoned the well.



And the next day, everybody drank

from it except the king...



and they all went crazy.



They got together

in the street and they said...



''We got to get rid of the king,

'cause the king is mad.''



And then that night, he went down

and he drank from the well.



And the next day

all the people rejoiced...



because their king

had regained his reason.



I think you're trying

to tell me somethin'.



- Me?

- Yeah.



Hey, Frank, I want you

to say hello to somebody.



-Drop your cocks and grab your socks!

-What the fuck is this?



Frank Serpico,

say hello to Don Rubello.



- He's gonna be your new partner.

- How you doin'?



If you don't want to work with this

fucking nut for some reason, man...



I'll buddy up with him,

all right?



And go through all that crap

changing assignments?



No. We'll be okay.



We're paisans? huh?



- What's with the fucking mouse?

- It's my partner.



- Partner?

- He's specially trained, you know?



He goes to track down heroin.



Let him loose, goes into the hole,

picks it up, brings it back...



sniffs it out,

brings it to you.



- Yeah. I heard of that.

- You heard of that?



This guy I'm looking for,




He's a numbers collector who ain't

been meeting his obligations.



He won't be hard to spot.

He's a mover. This is prime time.



Since we're partners,

you gotta know the situation.



Straight off.

I collect for the division--



me and two other bagmen.



That's what Keough

was sort of hinting at.



Three of us pick up

the payoff twice a month.




Look, there he is.



Son of a bitch!



- Look out!

- You stupid bastard!



Where's the money?



You been jerking me around,

you fuck! Huh?



Ain't no money!

I'm behind now, man!



Three times you never show,




I'll have it for you tonight,

I swear.



Don't bust me!



Last time, Vernon.

The last time.



You fuck me and you're gone,

you hear? You hear? Huh?



See you at the Domino,




And you'd better have $    ya fuck.

You hear? Right? Right?



All right, Frank.



I keep this place

for socializing.



Someday we'll get a couple of

broads, huh? Have a little party.






Make some ice.

Booze is right over here.



So what do you think, Frank?

About the money?



Look, Don...



if I was broke, if I had a family--

I don't know.



But I'm not broke,

and I don't have a family.



So why the fuck stick my neck out?

You know what I mean?



It's already out, Frank--

not taking the money.



It's better the other guys

don't know that.



Hey, I tell you what I'll do.



I'll hold your share

for you, huh?



You change your mind,

it'll be right in here.



Right in here,

right down to the penny, huh?



Hey. Look at that.



- What are you drinking?

- Give me a scotch.



Next thing I wanna do, I wanna

get a color TV for the games.



Hey, how about some gin?

Penny a point. Huh?




Let me ask him fiirst.



Hello, Frank.

Get in.



My God, Frank.

This is confiidential.



My God, Frank.

This is confiidential.



He's a police offiicer.

I thought maybe he could sit in.



No, absolutely not.



All right, all right.



I notifiied Commissioner Delaney

about everything you told me.



He wants you to stay where you are

and continue to collect information.



Then you'll be

his eyes and his ears.



He said he was delighted

that, quote...



''A man of integrity

had surfaced,'' unquote.



When do I hear from him?



He said he'd reach out for you

when the time comes.



Reach out?



See, you know, my situation's

pretty fuckin' sticky up there.



I mean, what am I supposed to do?

Just wait for him--



- You must have patience, Frank.

- But it's pretty fucking sticky.



Patience and faith.



When a man like the commissioner

says he'll get in touch with you...



he'll get in touch with you.



Good-bye, son.

God bless you.



All right, now.

Marinda's too hot.



We got to lay off him

for a couple of months.



And listen, Falco's got two runners

he ain't paying for.



Check that fucking guy out, huh?

Hey, Frankie, how are you?



- How are you?

- Rubello's being transferred...



so you're gonna have to work

with a new bagman.



Al Sarno, I want you to meet Frank

Serpico. This'll be your new man.



- How are you?

- Fine.



Listen, you know that operation

down by Hunt's Point, the new one?



What are we gonna do about that?

Who are we givin' to?



You the new bagman,

you prick?



What happened to Rubello, you son

of a bitch? You narco cop fucker!



Wait a minute.



You know, Frank,

sometimes I ask myself...



what the fuck am I doing?



You know,

if this ever came out--



Christ, my family.



My daughter.



She just started

with the San Francisco Opera.






Took a lot of money.



I once tried to pull out.



Christ, they were all over me.



So you...



just go along.



Unless you're willing

to go back to uniform duty.




How the money rolls in.



- Here. Let me give you yours now.

- I'm not on.



- What do you mean, you're not on?

-Just what I said.



I'm not on.

I don't take money.



- Some gag. Here.

- No, I told you straight.



I don't take money,

and that's the truth.



- What were you doing with Rubello?

- Ask Rubello.



Your nut--

where's it been going?



Ask Rubello.



All right? then? sir.

l'll go to Delaney myself then.



- That would not be advisable.

- You don't understand, Captain.



- It's been weeks. Not a word.

- l understand perfectly.



No, but, Captain,

now they know I'm not on.



I've done all I can do.

Good-bye, Frank.



He's out.

Won't do another fucking thing.



Blair, I'm telling you, nothing's

gonna happen from the inside.



The top guys have been

cops too long.



You haven't heard from

Commissioner Delaney, have you?



No, not a fucking word.



Would you be willing to go

outside the department?



Where could we go?



Would you believe

the mayor's offiice?



- The mayor's offiice?

- His right-hand man--



guy named Jerry Berman,

from Princeton.



You knew I knew somebody.

That's the somebody I know.



And he cares, Frank.

He really cares.



- You know what we're doing?

- Yeah.



-We're going outside the department.

-That's right.






Every plainclothesman

in the division...



and one,

maybe two lieutenants?



That is dynamite.

That is incredible.



That is     --



That is $       a year...



but that is just one precinct.



Oh, that is amazing!



See, what I feel is needed here

is, like, a real investigation.



And I am sure that the mayor

will see this immediately.



McClain and Delaney--



they have done nothing?



Oh, man.

That is amazing.



Another thing.

See, in a couple of days...



they're gonna have

a meeting of the pad.



Oh, right.



- Frank is in a very tough spot.

- I can see that.



Rumors. See, I have heard rumors,

but never touching it directly.



And for an on-the-line cop to come

forward like this is beautiful.



Really, Frank, I mean...



you have my respect

and my sympathy...



for what you've been

going through, man.







This is Jerry Berman.



Is he there?

All right. I'll hold on.






Tell me what happened,




I'd like a drink.



That guy is gonna

go to the mayor.



To the mayor!



Come here, Alfiie. We're all

gonna go to the mayor together.



You know that?



I couldn't be

any more embarrassed.



It's like a personal defeat.






there are priorities.



What are the priorities,




The priorities are...



a long, hot summer ahead...



and riots are expected...



and the mayor cannot

alienate the police force.



Now, in the fall--



Now, in the fall,

it may be possible...



to take another look

at the situation.



All right, fiine.

I'm sorry.



They're all rotten.






The whole fucking

system's corrupt.



- Who's there?

- It's me. I gotta talk to ya.



You know, Frank, you're behaving

like a goddamn child. You hear?



Let him in.



You let him in.



I'm sorry, Frank. I'm sorry

I got you into the whole thing.



Bullshit! I got me

into this whole thing.



''Wow. Amazing!




Beautiful! Dynamite!



Priorities. Priorities.''



You and your big-deal friends,

your contacts...



your big bullshit names.



Bob Blair, the big operator

from Princeton.



The mystery man with the connections,

the hot line to the mayor.



Who the fuck do you think you are,

you son of a bitch?



You come looking for help,

whining, mealy-mouthed...



with your humble-pie act--

the saint, the injured innocent.



Who told you the department

or the whole world...



was some kind

of a fucking boy scout camp?



What do you expect, for Christ's

sake, a magician? A big daddy?



White knight snaps his fiingers,

the dirty world turns white...



Just keep talking.

That's what you can do.



while the Pope's choir sings

''Ave Maria,'' is that it?



You gonna blame me 'cause those

bastards don't wanna get involved?



I tried to help you.

I got my head handed to me.



Where's your head? It's on

your shoulders. That's what I see.



- You don't look so hot yourself.

- What's all this shit over here?



Get ready to blow up again,

'cause I got another idea.



You and your ideas

are as full of shit as you are.



- Right on cue.

- Right on cue.



We can talk to Foreman,

the commissioner of investigations.



Another guy!

We got another guy here.



We could even talk to a guy

I know on the New York Times.



Oh, that's terrifiic.

Go to the Times.



Every time I talk to you, Blair,

   more people know about it.



This is safe, Frank.



It's safe? With my ass on the line,

it's safe, right?



- Your ass is already on the line!

- That's my business!



- You don't trust me, Frank?

- I don't trust you!



- Go fuck yourself!

- Fuck you!



Look, when I come home,

I want a house clean.



- Don't take it out on me, Paco.

- I don't want to pick up shit!






come to bed.



All right. Look, we all know

what this is about, right?



Frank, what the hell was happening

between you and Don Rubello?



Simple. I didn't take any money.

I don't take money.



Rubello said if I changed my mind,

he'd hold my share--



he'd give it back to me.



- I didn't change my mind.

- The conniving bastard.



- All right. I'll handle Rubello.

- Donny was stealing.



I'll get back the money he took.

But this ain't gonna happen again.



From now on, no more three bagmen.

Starting today, every one of you...



makes his own collections--

no stops, no bread, okay?



- Right.

- You got it.



What about you, Frankie?

I'll make up what Don took from you.



- Why should I start now?

- Everybody'd feel better about you.



You can always give it

to charity.



Look, Frankie, what do you say,

a hundred a month just for expenses?



For my secretary and my

business lunches, entertainment?



All right. All right.

We split Frank's share from now on.



You're a schmuck, Frank.



If they would take

all that energy, see...



put it into

straight police work...



we'd have the city

cleaned up in a week.



They'd clean up.

There'd be no crime.



If I could work alone--

That's the thing, see?



If I could just get-- Work alone.

But they don't like that.



They don't want that.

They want to suck you in.



You go over

the same thing, Paco.



So fucking corrupt. Everybody,

everyone. Nobody giving a shit!



There's gotta be a way

to wipe it out, goddamn it.



Let's get out of here for a while,

huh, honey? Let's go to a movie.



Quit handling me! What are you

doing? How am I gonna go to a movie?



They'd kill me if they knew!

You think that hasn't happened?



Either you're exploding, or you're

lying around like a catatonic!



- I can't stand it, Paco.

- You don't give a shit, right?



All I care about is you!

That's all that matters to me.



That's why it hurts so much.

I can't stand to see you like this--



Scared, miserable,

dreading to go to work.



It's tearing me apart!



And then I get sick of hearing

about it, and I start hating myself.



You didn't like my being a cop,

so don't give me that shit.



I love you! I want to marry you!

I want to have children with you!



- Goddamn it! I hate it!

- Why don't you get out?



- Why don't you?

- It's crossed my mind.



Well, do it.



- What do you got?

- Would you bust whitey?



Try me. Try me.



This guy's heavy.

He's Italian.



Mobbed up.

Still interested?



Stop fuckin' around.

I'm not in the mood. Come on.



He's a loan shark,

runs a big numbers operation.



This mother's so cocksure...



he picks up his own slips

while he's collecting his loans.



Where's the drop?



Hold it!



I'm a police offiicer.






Wait a minute.

You're under arrest.



- I thought you were a junkie.

- I'll take that wad in your pocket.



- You're a riot, kid.

- I know. I'm a joke.



What are you doin'?

What's that?



Put that away, or you're in more

trouble. Give me your car keys.



Where they been

hiding you, kid?



Wouldn't you like to know?



Hold this guy for booking.

Get a rap sheet on him.



I'm gonna search his car.



Where's Corsaro?



Smith took him upstairs.



I swear to God, I thought this guy

was some fucking junkie.



Listen, Rudy, you should

see some of the--



- Hey, you.

- Hey, who?



You. Get over here

and empty your pockets.



- I don't do that.

- You're my prisoner. Do what I say.



- Get over here.

- He's gonna get nasty about it.



You're fucking right!



Hey, Frank, cool it, huh?



Lean, motherfuck!




Frank. Hey, Frank, Rudy's on.

He's good people.



Stay the fuck outta this!



You fuck!



What's this?

What's this?



Get in! Get in!




Got that record check on Corsaro.



You want to read something?



It's about your pal Corsaro.



Here, read it.

Read it!



He did     years.

You know what for?



For killing a cop.

He's a fucking cop killer.



- It's good to see you again.

- I've had it. I'm fiinished.



- What's wrong?

- I can't take it. I gotta get out.



If I have to go back to uniform,

I'm going back to uniform.



I can't wait for Delaney to call.

I can't play their game anymore.



The commissioner didn't

get in touch with you?



Not a word. No investigation,

no undercover work, nothing!



- I had no idea, Frank.

- It's only fair to tell you.



I've been to outside agencies.

I'll go to more if I have to.



What outside agencies?



Holy Mother of God! Frank, we wash

our own laundry around here!



-You could be brought up on charges!

-We do not wash our own laundry!



- It just gets dirtier!

- You are in trouble!



I don't care if I'm in trouble.

I don't care who gets it.



- If I have to go to outside agencies--

- Stay away from outside agencies!



- Where am I gonna go?

- You hear me?



- Where am I gonna go?

- Wait until you hear from me.



- I've been waiting for     /  years.

- I'll get back to you.



That's not enough!

Where am I gonna go?



It's my life, you fuck!



Serpico, see Inspector Palmer.



For this precinct,

cases reported--



Murder--     for August,

   for September,   --



Inspector Palmer?



Deputy Chief Inspector Daley

and Inspector Gilbert...



are waiting to see you.



You want to come

to my offiice?



Captain McClain called me.



I briefed Inspector Daley

and Inspector Gilbert...



on your allegations.



The question is, in all these

months, why didn't you come to us?






I never met these gentlemen

before, sir, and...



you told--



I mean,

you told Captain McClain...



that the division was as clean

as a hound's tooth.



You think you're the only honest cop

on the force, Serpico?



My record's clear.



Inspector Gilbert's just

come from the commissioner's...




investigation unit.



Then you must have

heard something. I mean--



I don't understand.



Commissioner Delaney has known

about this from the beginning.



No, I didn't hear a thing.



But I understand

your frustration, Frank...



believe me.



I mean, it's sort of like

trying to punch your way...



out of a paper bag,




What outside agencies

have you been to, Frank?



I don't see how that's pertinent

to my allegations.



We ought to ask Serpico directly

if he's gonna cooperate or not.



- Come on.

- We've gotta know...



if there's any real basis

for an investigation.



Well, I--



I'll have to think that--



I'm gonna have to think

about that.



What is there

to think about?



I don't see how the division

can investigate itself, sir.



You've got a point there.



But you would cooperate with

an impartial investigation, right?



Yeah. Up to a point.

As long as I'm not involved.



I just want to go someplace

where I can do my job.



That's fair enough.



We'll be in touch.



Inspector Palmer?



May I see you a minute?



Was it necessary to let everyone

in the station house...



know I was comin' in here

to see these guys?



You believe from what you now know

that a full-scale investigation...



is warranted?



- Yes, Commissioner Delaney.

- Go to it.



But, sir...



shouldn't headquarters

handle something like this?




You're all experienced men.



Chief Gallagher here will be

available for consultation.






Serpico claims that...



McClain talked to you about

this whole thing some time ago.



Yes. I seem to remember

something about that.



We can't set up a surveillance on

''somewhere over by Crotona Park.''



We need a location!



I've given you    locations

that are paying off.



Now, what do you want? The whole

thing signed, sealed, delivered?



You're conducting this

investigation, not me.



Lieutenant Smith--

Let's get back to him.



Lieutenant Smith.

Lieutenant Smith said to me...



if I didn't want the money that

he would stash it in his attic.



I'll have him transferred

in the morning.



Fuck him.

How about transferring me?



I hear you been

vouchering pad money...



over to a confiidential

investigation squad.



Oh, yeah? How can I voucher money

when I don't take any?



You won't fiind anything

on Serpico.



He's clean.






You practicing your frisk?



I'm looking to buy

a used tape recorder.



They're feeling me up every day.

How am I gonna wear a wire?



Come on, Frank.



Wearing a wire means testifying to

corroborate the tape, right? Right.



I'm not testifying.



I gotta put a dime

in the parking meter.



Ragland, put a dime

in the parking meter for Serpico.



Hey, Frank. Frank, you know

Herman Tauber, district attorney?



Yeah, I watch television.



Frank, I want to compliment you

for coming forward like this.



It's unique.



It's uniquely unique.

You should be proud of yourself.



There's gonna be a grand jury

on these shitheels...



with Frank Serpico

as my star witness.



Mr. Tauber, you and everybody

in this room can go to hell...



'cause I'm not testifying.



- Listen--

- Wait just a second, Frank.



You have nothing to fear.

You're not gonna be singled out.



I'm not afraid.

I don't give a fuck who knows...



- Wait a minute--

- if it meant something...



-but this investigation is bullshit.

-Mind if I say something?



Bullshit. You're not going after

corruption in the department...



the division, the Bronx.



A few flunky cops

thrown to the wolves...



to protect Delaney and those guys

who've known about this for years...



and won't do a fuckin' thing about

it, that's why I won't testify.



- Hey, what's this?

- Exactly what it says.



I'm splitting.



''Splitting.'' I never read

anything so stupid in my life.



''I'm leaving. If you want to

discuss it, I'll be at Felix's.''



I didn't feel like another

blood-and-guts scene.



I fiigured you wouldn't

be able to shout in here.



I can shout anywhere!



I won't shout.



Sit down, sit down.



It's just gonna go on

and on, Paco.



It isn't gonna

get any better.



And if you quit,

somehow I'll be blamed.



How could you leave

the man you love...



future father of your kids?



You never said anything

like that to me before.



And if I come back,

you won't say it again.



You want to be free

and unattached...



to go on fiighting for your cause

and keep torturing yourself.



My cause.



I felt so safe with you...



so loving.



Stay with me, Laurie.



- Come on. Stay with me.

- No, no.



- What do I owe you for that?

- Excuse me.






Here's $ .  .



What are you doing?



Do you want to walk away,

or should I?



I'm not gonna walk away.



It's fiinished!



Who do you think you are, trying to

pull that ''no testifying'' bullshit on me?



Chief Green,

I know your reputation.



Look, maybe if you were borough

commander when this thing started...



run this investigation yourself,

I'd feel different about testifying.



But the truth is,

you're coming in after the fact.



You're like a quiff who says

she won't, then maybe she will.



I'm like a quiff

who's been fucked over...



for a year and a half by guys like

Kellogg, McClain, Delaney--



I'm not Kellogg,

McClain or Delaney!



Frank, it won't be

just flunky cops.



This is only the beginning.

This could be the biggest thing...



- since the Harry Gross case.

- And meanwhile, where am I?



I'm out there alone.

Who gives a fuck about that?



I'm totally isolated in the

department. I don't have a friend.



Don't give me that bullshit. I've

been puttin' cops away for    years!



My name's an obscenity on every

precinct shithouse wall in the city.



- I've observed that, sir.

- Friends! I fought my way up...



as a Jew in the department in the

days you were supposed to have...



an uncircumcised shamrock

between your legs.



I have this nightmare

I'm on  th Avenue...



watching the St. Patrick's Day

parade and I have a coronary...



and      cops

march happily over my body.



Friends. I haven't got a friend

on the force, either, Serpico.



- I'll be your friend, Chief.

- I'm not lookin' for any.



- I'll make an exception for you.

- Frank, you're a good cop.



Stop being a prima donna.

Cut out the shticklech.



I don't understand.



How am I being a prima donna?

I want to protect myself.



We're gonna get the indictments.

You're gonna have to testify.



Ready on the right.

Ready on the left.



Ready on the firing line.



What are you gonna tell

the grand jury, Frankie?



Depends on

what they ask me.



Suppose they ask you

who's taking money?



What I don't know,

I don't know.



But you do know, Frank.



Look, Frankie, I like you. I don't

want to see anything happen to you.



But you gotta understand,

a lot of people could get hurt here.



I'm not saying anything's going to

happen. I'm saying it could happen.



I mean, there's lots of ways.

Nobody has to take a shot at you.



They can just not be there

when you need them.



Somebody come at you with a gun,

they look the other way.



Or they can send you

in fiirst enough times...



until fiinally one day you're gonna

walk in the wrong door.



- Thanks for the information.

- Fuck you, Frank!



I have nothing more. Does anyone

have any further questions?



- Yes, Mrs. Crist?

- If I may, Mr. Knowles, thank you.



Offiicer Serpico came

to the  th Division...



more than a year

and a half ago.



All during that time, the things

he's told us were taking place.



Now, why didn't

Offiicer Serpico...



report these criminal activities

when he fiirst encountered them?



- I'd like to answer that.

- Mr. Chairman...



Mrs. Crist's question isn't material

or relevant to the present inquiry.



-Although I want to make it clear...

-I'd like to answer that.



Offiicer Serpico cannot be considered

derelict of his duty in any way...



or guilty of

any infraction of the law.



Quite the contrary.



The District Attorney is not prepared

to say any more at this time.



Very well. Offiicer Serpico,

thank you for your testimony.



This hearing is adjourned

until    :   tomorrow morning.



Why didn't you tell him

about Delaney and Kellogg?



Frank, this was a grand jury

about police offiicers...



actively engaged in corruption.



You don't implicate people

without suffiicient evidence.



That's crap and you know it, because

even a dumb cop like me knows...



a prosecutor can take a grand jury

anywhere it wants to take it.



Now, you never led me anywhere

near the real problems--



Nothing about the bosses,

the brass...



how corruption like this could exist

without anybody knowing about it.



Now, a few flunky cops

in the Bronx. That's it.



None of the shit in Queens,

Brooklyn, Manhattan?



While you're at it,

why don't you mention Kansas City?



Well, ''the biggest thing since

Harry Gross.'' That's what you said.



All right! Look, Frank.



You got guts, integrity.



There's going to be a detective's

gold shield in this for you.



Now, that's terrifiic.

That's good.



Maybe this is

what it's all about.



Maybe I should take my

gold shield and forget it.



I know you've been through

an ordeal, Frank.



I'm a marked man in this department.

For what?



- I've already arranged a transfer.

- To where? China?



That takes a    -shot clip.



You expecting an army?



No, just a division.



Tauber, did you know I've had

reports about Serpico being a fag?



He used to hang out

in the BCI washroom.



That's stupid, Commissioner,

and you know it.



Mr. Commissioner, a gold shield

for Serpico at this time...



would convince

a lot of people--



Not while I'm commissioner.



Commander's offiice?



It's down that corridor.



Hey, Serpico. Do you know what

they're saying in the Bronx?



That you spilled your

guts to the grand jury.



Say it isn't so, Serpico.



It isn't so.



We know how to handle

guys like you.



I ought to cut

your tongue out.



Don't move.



Offiicer Serpico

reporting for duty, sir.



I'm Inspector Lombardo.

I want to shake your hand, Frank.



It's gonna be nice to have

a guy here I can trust.



Anybody in this command

you want to work with?



It's not who I want to work with.

It's who wants to work with me.



All right. You can't fiind anybody

you want to work with, Frank...



I'll work with you.



Is that all right?



How do we get past

the lookouts?



How many you got?




There's two.



There's two.



- Yeah, there's a guy.

- There's three of them.



It's four buildings away. We could

try to get down the fiire escape.



Get in behind him.

What do you think?



- Look good to you?

- Yeah, let's go.



What do you think?

Want to try it?



- Oh, boy.

- You all right?



Yeah. I feel just

like a cop again.



- Let's go.

- Thank you.



Close up!



Wait, Frank!



Come on!



I ain't got nothing!



Beat it, fuck face!



Get the other one! Get out of here!

Get up against the wall.



What the hell's goin' on here?

Who the hell are you?



-Who are you?

-The police! Who the hell you think?



Get the fuck against the wall.

Up, up, up!



- Let me see your shield.

- All right. There's my shield.



- Where are you from?

- The borough. Manhattan  th.



No, goddamn it! I just paid

the borough this morning!



What the hell kind of

shakedown is this?



Who'd you pay

in the borough?




I didn't pay no--



Who'd you pay

in the borough?



I didn't pay nobody.

Now let go of me.



We followed up,

and there's no doubt about it.



The pad here in Manhattan

is bigger...



and it's more sophisticated

than the one in the Bronx.



The pickups here are made--

You want to get this--



The pickups are made by...



retired policemen.



That way, no plainclothesmen

are directly involved.



Now, we need investigative help

on this one, Chief.



If you need investigative help

and you don't trust your own men...



why don't you requisition some

recruits from the police academy?



With all due respect,




backing us up is the only hope

the police department has got.



Good cops would come forward if they

thought there was encouragement...



in the department to do so, and if

they thought it would do any good.



If there's no encouragement,

they're not gonna do it.



I've done a lot more than most

people to defend and preserve...



the image of this department

and protect Commissioner Delaney...



against reckless and irresponsible

assaults from outside agencies.



That's it, huh?



I mean, that's what's

really important, isn't it?



That's what

you want to know--



what outside agencies

I've been to, right?



- Hello.

- Hello, prick.



- Who is this?

- Frank.



- How are you? Where are you?

- I'm ready to go to the Times.



It's a goddamn

serious step, Frank.



I don't know if

the timing is right.



Look, I want it to get on

the record, that's all...



in case something

should happen to me.



I want it on the record.



I don't know if we

carry enough weight.



I don't know if the New York Times

will go that far out on a limb...



on the say-so

of two flunky cops.



Suppose an inspector

were to come with us?



You know, I got    years

on the force.



Just bought this place.

I signed a    -year mortgage on it.



- Turn that thing off out there!

- Come on. Everybody to bed.



- Aw, Mom!

- Turn that damn thing down!



Come on, now.

Go on upstairs.



You said we could go

to bed late!



This is against department

regulations, you both know that.



If they want to throw the book

at me, they can do it.



If I left the force...



I don't know

what I could do.



Okay, I made my little speech.

I'll back you up a hundred percent.



Times and the News.

I got the money, fellas.



Here you go, here you go,

here you go.



Newsweek? please.



Holy sh--Jeez!



Aw, Christ!



You could almost predict

the numbers they're gonna do.



Delaney's gonna issue

some phony denial.



Somebody from the mayor's offiice

will say something noble.



Delaney'll change his tune. Finally,

the mayor will appoint a commission.



''Mayor Lindsay announced the

formation of a fiive-man committee...



to review the city procedures for

investigating police corruption.''



How come I'm not

in the fiirst paragraph?






The Times' report smells

of the familiar smear tactics...



of McCarthyism.



- l have issued a statement--

- We here at city hall--



The mayor appointed a special

investigation commission...



to be headed

by Whitman Knapp.



Yeah, come.



It's your reward. It's a transfer

to narcotics, Brooklyn South.



You're still in clothes. You get

a tin shield, not a gold one.



I miss you already, Frank.



Look, Frank...



it's narcotics.



You be careful.



It's very easy to get hurt...



and to--



to be set up.



Get in.



You're not wired,

are you?



Okay, you cocksucker.



You might get by in the Bronx

with that kind of shit...



but down here,

    a month is chicken feed.



Last week,

one dope dealer...



sent out these guys

making pickups.






We let 'em collect it all,

and then hit 'em.



        split four ways.



That's serious money.



And with that,

you don't fuck around.



- I got the message.

- Good.



Now get the fuck out.



The guy's name is Limbo.



He just uses this place,

his girlfriend's brother's place.



He's a pusher-- heroin.



- We'll drive around to the corner.

- Right.



You keep in sight out front. When

you spot somebody who's dirty...



take off your glasses

and wipe 'em.



- Got it?

- Right. Okay.



We stay around here very long,

we're gonna get spotted.



Well, Frank, why don't you

go up there and check it out?



- Why don't you?

- I got the wrong clothes.



I'll take you shopping.






Police. Freeze!



Police offiicer.

All right, up against the wall.



Get your hands up against that wall.

Get up. All right.



- Palms on the wall and spread 'em.

- Get those hands up!



- Come on. Spread 'em!

- Get your feet apart.



- I saw the buy.

- Let's get Limbo.Julio!



- You all right, baby?

- Yeah, yeah. I got 'em.



Police offiicer!



What the fuck

are you waiting for?



Go down the fiire escape!



Police! Throw out your guns

and come out with your hands up!



- Wait. What do you got here?

- It's Mr. and Mrs. Serpico, sir.



Okay. Go ahead.



- Where's our son?

- They're bringing him from X-ray.



- We want to see him.

-Just a few minutes.



Mr. and Mrs. Serpico...



the news is better

than we expected.



Thank God the bullet

was a small caliber.



It didn't enter the brain...



or strike the spinal cord.



He's on the critical list...



but his condition

seems to be stable.



Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.



Stay out of there.

Didn't they tell you?






The word is, don't talk to him.

He's no fuckin' good.



- How you doing, kid?

- Hello, Sid .



How are you?



You wanna read my fan mail?






You're a big shot now, huh?



I want you to get those

fucking cops away from my door.



The Knapp Commission likes you.

They want you to appear.






Heinemann and Julio

are cleared.



The three of you are up for

exceptional merit awards.



That's very funny.



That's very funny.



Francesco, you love me?



I always had a thing for you, Sid.

You know that.



Your gold shield's

come through.



What's this for?



For being an honest cop?



Or for being stupid enough

to get shot in the face?



You tell them

they can shove it.



I don't want it.



Oh, well.



Well, Frank,

the facts are these.



You'll have to stay on leave

of absence for a few months.



In all probability, the hearing

in your left ear won't come back.



Two bullet fragments are still

lodged there in the bony portion.



One is very close to

the carotid artery...



and you'll have to be checked

from time to time.



Your left side will

feel stiff occasionally.



Once in a great while you may

experience some dizziness.



But in general?

you'll be okay.



Through my appearance

here today...



I hope that police offiicers in

the future will not experience...



the same frustration and anxiety

that I was subjected to...



for the past fiive years

at the hands of my superiors...



because of my attempt

to report corruption.



I was made to feel that I had

burdened them with an unwanted task.



The problem is that the atmosphere

does not yet exist...



in which an honest police offiicer

can act...



without fear of ridicule

or reprisal from fellow offiicers.



Police corruption cannot exist

unless it is at least tolerated...



at higher levels

in the department.



Therefore, the most important result

that can come from these hearings...



is a conviction by police offiicers

that the department will change.



In order to ensure this...



an independent,

permanent investigative body...



dealing with police corruption,

like this commission, is essential.


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