jack collins live here?
we came for the package.
sylvia?
problems? did you guys have trouble?
i don't get it. didn't they tell you we were gonna be here today?
bottle? whadda ya mean, bottle?
what the hell is that? a baby?
oh! i get it! powdered milk! very clever!
okay, i got it. you can take her out now.
wait a minute, i don't get it! we take the basket and the milk, that's all. we ain't gonna take the.  what's inside.
but what are we s'posed to do with it?
y'mean, i take it to the connection?
are you sure that's the plan?
okay, if that's the plan.  he passes the basket to punk #2
 here, hold this. okay, so long! they start to leave, pressing the elevator button.
oh, yeah, sure, the address. oh shit, i don't have it on me.  but i'll call you. okay, so long!
you want to ride the subway with a hundred grand in uncut dope, go ahead.
so go ahead, take the subway and stop bothering me. i'm going to hook this onto the back seat.
goddamn hook! christ, what a stupid idea hiding the shit with this kid. it's ridiculous! peter comes rushing out of the building.
what do you mean? what other package?
you ain't takin' nothin' back, man.
you tryin' to double-cross us or something? beat it before i get pissed, man.
a mistake my ass! now get outa here, man, or i'm gonna stick this right in your gut.
start the bike. punk #2 is about to get on the motorcycle. peter stops him.
if you called the cops on us, pal, you're a dead man.
of course not, officer. we'd never do something like that.
go! they take off running in different directions. cop #1 charges after punk #1 and yells to his partner who's still in the car: