]Another Russo and Doyle Drug Bust in a Brooklyn Bar:In another sleazy, black and Puerto Rican junk-house bar in Brooklyn, Russo and Doyle return - as Doyle announces: "All right, Popeye""s here!"; he hassles and shakes-down a group of patrons lined up against the wall: ("Get your hands on your heads.In the casino""s washroom where he preps himself, he is regarded by the attendant as a "peasant" for a cheap tip.[Meanwhile, at the junkyard deep within the stacked cars, Thompson and Dr.Gordon drove up to a junker, a 1959 red Cadillac hidden within a towering heap of rusted metal.Dr.Gordon pried open the corroded trunk with a shovel, and gazed upon an old dusty burlap sack inside.Although Thompson attempted to drive away, he realized Dr.Gordon had taken the keys, and was forcing him to stay: "You""re about to attend a funeral, one that""s long overdue.He also took one of her drinking glasses with a lip imprint, to see if it matched the lip imprint on his own cheek.