toscani holds the record.  for havin' more relatives under federal indictment than any other cop in chicago.
you passed the bar? i make it a point never to pass the bar. jackson sees nico and sara across the yard, waves and * starts toward them --
i'm takin' it home t'a make kilbasa, boss.
this ain't a bust -- it's a convention.
police!
nico! the lincoln!
god help us.
you got it, buddy.
what's going on, nico? what happened?
you got a weapon? lukich knows he doesn't. he glances up and down the street, makes sure no one's watching -- then cracks the driver's door of his car. there's a bulge in the map pocket. nico pulls out a sig saur .45.
try this on. jackson watches luke slip nico a clip. * cut to:
yeah?
she thinks there may be documents at some guy's apartment.
and you know where to find him?
you're gonna need help. nico grabs the pistols, starts to strap them on.
what are you gonna do?
you just shutup and take it easy, pal.
we don't know what happened to him, branca. ya, she's gonna be alright.
is there a hotel doctor? call 911!