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(SINGING) Whenever I--

ANNOUNCER: Tonight on "Wiseguy."

She's dead in this
business, Johnny.

You know that.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you
without a price.

Dead Dog is on the block.

I'll cut you for it.

$20 million, Travis.

That's more money than you'll
ever see again in your life.

How much of my soul do
I have to sell, Vinnie?

None of it.

Diana, it's Cinderella time.

This is the moment.

We're presently
preparing an album.

[theme music]

[music playing]

(SINGING) Whenever
I collapse, whenever

I fold in your arms, that's
when I know I'm holding you,

holding you within my grasp.

Whenever I--

Dead Dog Records.

Dead Dog.

I take two weeks vacation
and come back to find the OCB

turned into American Bandstand.

Whose lame brained
idea was it to get

us in the record business?

OCB had a confiscated jet.

Drug Enforcement needed it, and
they had a confiscated record

company in their inventory.

So, McPike made the swap.

We've been snookered.

Where is McPike?

He had a week off.

I think he's in Nags
Head, North Carolina.

He should be in Knuckle
Head, North Carolina

for making this deal.

Why on Earth do we need
to own a record company?

OCB has done an exemplary
job of uncovering payola.

Paul, payola is an old tune.

What I'm interested
in are cleans.

See this?

You know what this is?

This is cash money.

Only the government
doesn't print it,

record companies
do, by the millions.

Now let's say this CD here
is Paul Beckstead's new hit

version of "Love Stinks."

OK?

Now the record company says that
they're selling a million units

worldwide, but what they
don't tell you is that they're

printing two million units and
shipping the second million

out the back door.

Cash and carry to distributors
all over the globe

and it never shows
up on the books.

The performers and songwriters
are swindled out of royalties.

The United States of America is
fleeced out of taxable income.

And unprincipled
businessmen line their pockets

at everybody else's expense.

How big is this racket?

Maybe half a billion a year.

That's a conservative estimate.

We have to own a record
company to bust this up?

Well, I don't know
that we can bust this up,

but you got to be perceived as
a player to get in the game.

Go ahead, Mark.

Dead Dog Records, confiscated
from a Colombian cocaine

kingpin who was
smitten with show biz.

Assets, five-year lease on
modest office space, $25,000

in cash, publishing catalog
and masters worth an estimated

six million, one stretch
limousine, and one master

recording of Diana
Price's "Bright Side,"

value yet to be determined.

OCB has signed over sole
ownership of Dead Dog

to Vinnie Terranova.

There is one unsalaried
employee, Robert Travis.

20 years experience in the music
business, no criminal record.

Why is he involved?

Because I don't speak
the language, Paul.

Travis does.

I can learn from him.

He's smart, he's ambitious.

He does have a big mouth.

He tried to buy
Dead Dog Records,

but he couldn't get
the money together.

My first day setting up shop, he
pushed his way into the office.

I couldn't get rid of the guy.

He set up the deal for
Diana Price's song.

Cost, 60,000 of
Dead Dog's money.

You mean OCB's money.

This is private
enterprise, strictly

taboo for the
federal government.

It's a sting, Paul.

You are duping Robert
Travis and Diana Price.

You have the federal government
manipulating private citizens.

Paul, will you please
let me play this out?

I think I can discount the
catalog and Diana's master

enough to sell the company
along with me to a major label.

And Travis?

Well, he's part of the deal.

Once he's inside, he can
hustle his own career.

Diana Price?

Well, she's playing piano
at some dive in Jersey.

Her career couldn't
get any worse.

I'm reluctant.

I want it, Paul.

You want it.

Yes, sir, I do.

You got it.

Oh.

Well, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Uh, well, I got to rock.

I got a meeting with Isaac
Twine, Chocolat Records.

Here you go, Mark.

Here you go, Paul.

What's this?

Yeah, I hope it's your size.

It's extra uptight.

[grunting]

Come on.

Thank you.

Bobby!

[laughs] Hey!

Ah, it's good to see you.

Oh, man!

Isaac Twine.

- Vinnie Terranova.
- I know.

I know.

Oh, man!

I love a man with
brass, you know?

I mean, anybody
willing to put himself

and his money into
a crapshoot business

like this has got my admiration.

Hey, sit down.
- Thank you.

Can I get you a drink?

VINNIE: No, no, thanks.

- [inaudible]
- Yeah?

Listen to Diana's tape?

What did you think?

Ugh, Bobby, that's such
a long shot, you know?

But she's still got it.

Yeah, but does
anybody still want it?

Oh, come on, man.

You know the kind of heat we can
generate around Diana's return.

Maybe one day's
worth of curiosity.

Maybe a Renaissance.

Oh, maybe, maybe.

Bobby, you only sent me one cut.

I don't even have a B-side
to release it as a single.

I got to fill out nine
more cuts to make an album?

What are we talking here,
half a million dollars?

She's got fans out there.

Yeah, but her fans
don't buy music.

Their children do.

Excuse me.

We have Johnny Medley
set to produce.

Yeah.

Diana's voice is pure honey.

But I wouldn't even
know how to promote

it without spending a fortune.

Oh, no, it's just
too risky, man.

The album is not the only
part of the deal, Mr. Twine.

Call me Isaac.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on, come on.

[grunting]

Yeah!

[laughs] Yeah!

Oh, baby, I love it!

[laughs] This will
just take a second.

SECRETARY (ON PHONE):
Mr. Newquay's office.

Isaac Twine.

SECRETARY (ON PHONE):
One moment, Mr. Twine.

WINSTON (ON PHONE):
Congratulations, Isaac.

I got you, Winston!

[laughs]

WINSTON (ON PHONE): Well,
actually, this makes us even.

But being even
with me is probably

a victory in your book.

See you tonight.

Oh, really.

[laughs] Mm!

Now, well, you see, I'm sorry, I
can't help you without a price.

Dead Dog is on the block.

The publishing catalog?

All of it.

What's the deal?

Independent
employment contracts

for Travis and me, completion
of Diana Price's album,

the release and promotion of it,
the catalogs and the masters,

4.5 for the whole package.

Now that is a bargain.

Well, that is certainly baked.

I'll cut you for it.

Excuse me?

I thought you
were a gambling man.

All right.

How about double or nothing?

9 million?

Yeah, 9 million or free.

9 million.

I don't think so.

I thought you
were a gambling man.

[laughs]

Well, there is a
deal to be made here.

Good to meet you.
- You, too, Vinnie.

OK.

We'll talk, Travis.

Hey, Vinnie.

Yeah.

What are you holding?

Take it easy.

Claudia.

Claudia.

CLAUDIA: I'm in
the dressing room!

Claudia.

I want a mural
on this ceiling.

I want some billowing
clouds and a turquoise

sky and some soaring--

some soaring-- [laughs]
Winston, they've got your pants.

You can't go out like that.

Fix her.

Yes, Mr. Newquay.

Mr. Newquay, Robert
Travis is here.

Travis.

Winston, this is
Vince Terranova.

Mr. Terranova.

Mr. Newquay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Fresh kill.

Louis 13th.

I listened to as much as I could
tolerate of Diana Price's demo.

You're wasting your
money and my time.

You know the kind
of press coverage

Diana's return will bring.

I made my decision.

Mr. Newquay, we're thinking--

Mr. Terranova is
new to us, Bobby.

Why don't you as succinctly
as possible make your pitch?

Dead Dog Records, the
R&B publishing catalog,

masters from Lincoln Coalhouse
and [inaudible] and Walker.

I know the list.

Market value, 6.8 million.

4.5 million, Bobby.

Five-year lease valued
at half a million.

Fine.

All assets in inventory are
available for 4.5 million,

plus two-year employment
contracts for me and Vinnie.

And Diana Price's album.

WINSTON: What the hell do
you think you're doing?

Well, I just figured.

If I'm in the right
uniform, I get a better

chance of playing on your team.

Who do you think you are,
insulting me in my own house?

I think I'm the
one who's insulted.

You know, I drove an hour
out here to meet you,

and you greet me
without even a glance?

You refuse to talk
to me directly,

and you insult my associate by
interrupting his presentation.

I know where you come
from, Mr. Terranova.

I'm not surprised
by your vulgarity

nor am I intimidated
by your reputation.

I can only guess where
you come from, pal.

But it sure as hell
ain't the House of Lords,

as you suggest here.

Now you've got a better
chance to convince me

you're from the House of
Clams in Secaucus, New Jersey.

When you come down
off the conceit

or out of your playpen hair,
you give me a call, OK?

Travis, the coach awaits.

Ta-ta.

Really nice calves, Winston.

[guitar riff]

Between Newquay
and Twine, I think

you've got to go to
clown college to get

to the top of this business.

If you wanted
sanity, you should

have bought a bowling alley.

There are other labels.

Are there any bigger?

Nobody's bigger than Newquay.

But you stepped over--

excuse me-- leaped over the line
with the drop your drawers gag.

Are you taking my
record to Winston?

Hey, we're trying to put
together the right deal.

Not with Winston.

Is that your worry?

Yes, it is.

Diana, I'm not trying
to keep any secrets

from you [inaudible]
involves your career.

We're trying to make
the best deal we can.

And yes, we want to Newquay.

How much of my soul do
I have to sell, Vinnie?

None of it.

Winston and I were lovers.

I know him.

He's Lucifer incarnate.

I've dealt with a
lot worse, believe me.

You have no idea.

Honey, we've
got to make waves.

We got to let people know
you're back and back big.

You know that.

Hey, wait a minute.

What was the deal with the tux?

Newquay told Twine
he'd see him tonight.

Why was he getting
all dolled up?

BOBBY: Ah, geopolitical
economics Newquay style.

He's throwing a big bash tonight
for some glass-nosed rockstar.

VINNIE: Is it a big deal?

So big I couldn't
get an invite.

Hmm.

Is there going to
be press there?

BOBBY: Tons of it.

Well, we got to go.

You stand a better
chance of becoming a nun.

Ah.

We're going.

Diana will get us in.

I can't.

Diana, it's Cinderella time.

You want to spend
the rest of your life

in that roadhouse in Jersey?

This is the moment.

Don't give yourself a memory
you don't want to look back on.

Tonight, I can
officially announce

that Radiance
Recording has entered

into an artistic
relationship with Mr.

Anatol Ulyanov, one
of the most popular

artists in the Soviet Union.

[applause]

I got Winston today.

Nailed him for 10
grand on the sumos.

Isn't it amazing how
Winston always seems

to discover the new talent?

Oh, you know, he
wasn't discovered.

He was invented.

Fine, Gorbachev
comes to New York.

And the networks
eat him up alive.

Even the cabbies are
calling him Mike.

So Winston buzzes his friends
at the State Department.

They call somebody at the
Russian Ministry of Culture.

And three months ago, Ulyanov
was a lounge singer in Minsk.

Today?

He's the second coming of Julio.

Oh.

So why aren't you
doing the same thing?

You go to South Africa,
find a really hot

looking kid in Soweto
who can carry a tune.

Turn international politics
into a commercial venture

of your own.

Of course, it would mean
missing the sixth of Belmont.

[laughs] That sounds
fantastic, but doesn't it hurt?

Excuse us, will you?

I heard you produced
Diana's demo.

That's right, Winston.

I heard she clutched
in front of the mic.

It's a good record.

Who's next for
you, Jerry Vale?

[laughs]

She's dead in this
business, Johnny.

You know that.

I heard this guy
Terranova paid you 30k.

Here's to art.

If you're wondering how
you'll get him into bed,

his royalty structure's
already locked.

You'll have to try
another approach.

You guys go ahead of me.

I'm a little camera shy.

I'm right behind you.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Over here.

Diana.

Fellas, fantastic
to see you all again.

In case word has
hasn't reached you,

I would like to announce that
Diana Price has just signed

a long-term contract
with Dead Dog Records

of which I am a partner.

What's she doing here?

I don't know.

I haven't seen her
in eight years.

Well, get rid of her.

Now.

What, in front of all
these photographers?

In front of all these people.

Now, Sam.

BOBBY: We're presently preparing
an album, which will bring

Diana's unique sound to
the millions of fans who

have hungered for her music--

Bobby, Vinnie,
great to see you.

Diana, haven't learned
your lesson, huh?

Let's take one of us together.

Wow, it's just like
old times, isn't it?

Oh, come on, Claudia.

This crowd may be afflicted
with numerous diseases,

but Alzheimer's
isn't one of them.

She looks great, doesn't she?

How about a couple
of shots of Diana

over by the ice sculpture?

Fellas, what do you say?

You know, my marketing
people, we're coming up

with a merchandising
strategy that's

going to emphasize
there's a new Diana Price

to enjoy with a fresh new sound.

I don't think
you understand me.

That stunt you
pulled at the house

made me interested in you.

I like an imaginative man.

That's good.

Maybe we can still
do business then.

No.

What I don't like
is a stupid man.

And coming here like
this was stupid.

Excuse me.

Vinnie, I've got to
hand it to you, man.

This was the right move.

Newquay's a lit fuse.

Yeah, it's a
transient situation.

He knows a marketable
commodity when he sees one.

Out of circulation eight years
and she walks into a room,

turns back the hands of time.

I love this business.

Who's that woman with Twine?

It's his wife,
Amber, sharp lady.

Serrated, actually.

Do you know what the
papers will say tomorrow?

Did you take five seconds to
think about what they'll say?

Why do you care?

Because I am Mrs.
Winston Newquay.

I am still Mrs. Winston
Newquay despite what you did.

For God's sake,
that was 10 years ago.

And it'll be fresh
news by tomorrow.

So what do you care?

You can play the
injured wife, and I'll

be the bitch from [inaudible]
who slept with the boss.

Because it was the only way
you could advance your career.

No, Claudia.

Because I felt something for
him, even after he decided

not to renew my contract.

I didn't want to
come here tonight.

Out of respect
for me, no doubt.

No, out of pity for you,
because I know the only thing

you have to hold onto, in
addition to the gardener,

is some press agent's
image of yourself

as the queen bee of the ladies'
lunches and charity calls.

Oh, I see.

I see.

You'd like to destroy me.

No, I'm trying to survive.

Well, then, do
it without Winston.

He is still my husband.

Only because he couldn't
afford the divorce.

[crashing]
CROWD: Oh!

Oh!

It's a party, have some cake!

Get those photographers
out of here!

Get them out now!

Look what she's done to me!

Look at me!

Look at me!

Diana, come on, come on.

Are you all right?

WINSTON: Travis, you are
going to regret this.

Hey, you OK, honey?

All in all, I think
it went really well.

Travis ruined my evening.

Ruin his.

DIANA: I'm just so sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry about!

Hey, if you're going to
crash a party, crash a party.

Bobby, can you--

I don't want to
stay by myself.

Stay at my place.

You can have my bed.

I'll sleep on the couch.

We can talk about the album.

Oh, god.

I'm a mess.

I'm wearing the only
food I got tonight.

How about a slice?

Will you stop?

Pull over right here.

DIANA: Vinnie, will
you come with us?

Nah, I've got some
things I got to do.

Listen, let me know if
he gets, uh, frisky.

Good night.

Vinnie, what are you doing up?

Haven't you heard?

I'm in the music business.

What about you?

I'm an insomniac.

What do you need?

Everything you can
find on Winston Newquay.

Is tomorrow soon enough?

Yeah, tomorrow is perfect.

Tell Frank I'll come to DC, OK?

MIKE (ON PHONE):
You got it, son.

Thanks, Uncle Mike.

So the next step is,
we got to put together

a band to go on the road.

Now I've been
thinking about this.

I think maybe we
ought to get, like,

an all-girl band or
something, you know,

kind of jazz it up a little.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse us, I'm sorry.

Oh!

Bobby!

Nice party, wasn't it?

Bobby!

Oh, god, Bobby!

My nose.

I think he broke my nose.

President?

What do you mean
you're making Travis

president of Dead Dog Records?

It's the right move, Frank.

This might make him
eligible for government

insurance coverage.

Hell of a sting
you're running, Vince.

Paul, this is a
high profile industry.

I can't afford to
be in the spotlight.

Now what do you got
on Newquay and Twine?

I got to-- you know,
I got to get going.

Winston Newquay,
born Samuel Fishbein,

Newquay, United Kingdom, 1938.

Son of German working
class immigrants

who came to Baltimore in 1943.

'38?

You mean to tell me this
guy is 51 years old?

He goes to Zurich
four times a year

for blood doping and
lamb cell injections.

What?

You know, it's what the
rich do to stay young.

Baa.

MARK: Dropped out of the
University of Baltimore

at the age of 16
in his senior year,

bounced around the
southeast as a disk jockey,

called himself Bobby Big Beat.

In 1957, he was caught in
part of a government payola

investigation,
testified for immunity.

In 1958, he signed a
slew of R&B performers

to personal management
contracts, then

formed Radiance Recordings.

The same year, he
legally changed

his name to Winston Newquay.

He and his wife, Claudia,
a former casino showgirl,

are sole owners of Radiance
Recordings, which, last year,

grossed $700 million.

They have no children
from the marriage.

Well, other than a 30-year-old
payola problem, is he clean?

You could eat off of him.

No, thank you.

Mark, pull up
Newquay's political file.

MARK: Newquay is a
maximum contributor

to both major political parties.

The short strokes are
friends in high places.

He isn't going to be easy
to nail, assuming there

is anything to nail him for.

Well, I always did
love a challenge.

Now, look, your cover is
not secure with this man.

He is owed by politicians
who have access to our files.

I can't guarantee they
won't discover you.

And if they do,
I can't guarantee

they won't turn you out.

Twine and Newquay
are investigated

on a regular basis.

Nobody can get anything on them.

Oh, yeah?

Well, they haven't
dealt with me yet.

You guys take it easy.

Just be careful.

VINNIE: Yeah, I know.

When did he get so cocky?

I don't know.

It's irritating, isn't it?

Hey!

I don't want any drugs
in this office, Travis.

I gave up the dummy dust
along with my ex-wife.

These days, I'm
snorting adhesive tape.

What happened to you?

Winston Newquay.

I'm getting fed
up with this guy.

At least we got his attention.

Where have you been?

This place has fallen apart.

I had other business
to take care of.

And you're being redundant.

Medley quit.

He can't quit.

We've got a contract.

It means nothing, babe.

What?

Those are his words.

And Diana wants to bail.

What, is everybody
afraid of this guy or what?

I know you're
being rhetorical.

The answer is yes,
except for Twine.

He's nuts.

Well, I'm sorry
about your nose.

It looks like I'm
going to have to start

talking to Newquay in
good old Brooklynese,

you know what I'm saying?

Vinnie, don't make
this a vendetta.

Business and revenge do not mix.

You could be a real
savvy guy sometimes, Bobby.

Now, look.

I am not anxious
to get a lot of ink

as another alleged
mobster in show business,

but we do need the ink.

So what I'm going
to do is appoint you

president of Dead Dog Records.

60-40 deal is still the same.

Great.

[laughs] I'll send Newquay's guy
over and give you 60% of this.

Yeah.

Vinnie.

What?

Twine called you a
couple of times today.

Thanks.

There's got to be somebody
that's dealt with this guy

without his tail
between his legs.

Yeah, Isaac Twine, please.

Vinnie Terranova calling.

I like the way you
make an entrance, man.

Yeah, well, that is
not a universal opinion.

You mean Newquay?

I thought he'd bust a gut when
you brought Diana in there.

Yeah, she does draw
a crowd, doesn't she?

Want to talk a deal?

I'd love to talk a deal, but
I've got cash flow adjustments

through this quarter.

Well, that's not
a problem, Isaac.

Terms are easy.

I think this deal might even
end up paying for itself.

OK, hustler.

Come by my office at
9:00 tomorrow morning,

and we'll talk.

See you tomorrow.

Travis.

Come on, we got
to go right now.

VINNIE: Whoa, what's the rush?

Remember you asked
if anybody ever got

the best of Winston Newquay?
- Yeah.

One guy.

One guy who doesn't
talk to anybody,

but he's talking to me.

Who?

You ever hear of James Elliot?

[music playing]

300 million records.

The man is an icon,
creator of anthems

that fired the soul
of a generation,

elevated to a deity.

Presidents quote him.

People hear his voice
and remember milestones

in their personal history.

It ain't a job you apply for.

You worry about
getting to the top.

Once you get there, you
worry about staying.

Where James Elliot went
is so far beyond the top,

it's frightening,
especially to James Elliot.

He's trapped in
the inertia of God.

Mr. Travis and
a friend are here.

Who's your friend?

Vinnie Terranova.

Just bought into the business.

I'm taking him on a
tour of the industry.

There's plenty of
monkeys in the zoo.

Why rattle my cage?

Why not?

How many sullen
monkeys do I know?

This is it, the promontory,
the furthest reach.

Got to give them the
full spectrum, Jimmy.

What's it like at the
outer edge of the envelope?

Give us a pearl of wisdom,
the ultimate insight.

Come on, open up.

Be a pal.

We'll go grab a dog, a couple of
beers, cruise for some strange.

What do you say?

What do you want, money?

Bags of it.

But from you, I only
want the biggest

power cord in the world.

Tell us what it's like in Zion.

Travis, the guy
wants to be left alone.

Let's go.
Come on.

We're going up
against Winston Newquay.

Oh.

"Oh"?

What is that?

Any place in public,
all I hear is "oh."

I can't even use a public
restroom without "oh."

You have no idea
how humiliating it

is to look up and see someone
peering over a stall at you.

Then why don't you give it up?

I have.

They haven't.

The art is euphoric.

But being worshipped drains
the humanity from you.

Yeah, well, look.

I want to beat Newquay,
and I need your help.

[music playing]

I don't believe this.

You know, this--
this Newquay guy

was smart to change his name.

Who the hell would be afraid
of a guy named Sam Fishbein?

How can I help you?

Oh.

I want your name on
a Dead Dog contract,

not for recording or masters
or publishing or anything.

All I want you to do is
consult with me one day a month

telepathically.

Mighty big headline in
billboard, huh, Vinnie?

James Elliot signs
with Dead Dog.

What's in it for me?

A pastrami sandwich.

Tell you what, one
game of air hockey.

I'm trying, I'm trying.

Did you see that?

No defense.

Well, that's it.

You got me.

I can't beat you, James.

You don't need my
signature, Vinnie.

I once paid a guy 100,000
to get me everything

he knew on Winston Newquay.

You know what he got me?

What's that?

Sam Fishbein.

When Newquay found out, he
paid me every dime he owed me

and every dime he ever will.

He's one of those pathetic
soul who hates his heritage.

I'll sign with Dead Dog, Vinnie.

I like my pastrami lean.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Hello, Sammy!

Jimmy?

Jimmy Elliot?

I just wanted you to know
before the papers get it.

I just put my name on a
contract with Dead Dog Records.

What?

You did what?

Night, Sammy.

Hello?

Hello?

Herbert.

Herbert, get in here.

What is the matter with you?

What's wrong?

Crypto Trotskyite.

I'm giving him $100
million, and he signed

with that punk from Brooklyn.

I told you.

I told you to throw
him out of there.

It's that bitch, Diana.

Oh, shut up.

Don't you tell me to shut up.

[knocking]

What do you want?

You called for me?

BOTH: Get out of here!

You're telling me what's
true, that Terranova bastard,

he stabbed me in the back!

She's had a box for you
from the very beginning!

That conniving bitch--

You don't even have
to say a nursing rhyme,

and he's good with 50 million.

--and you didn't have the
guts to throw her in the trash,

where she belongs.

Terranova.

Two pinky rings and a hairdo.

She's behind the
whole Elliot thing.

I'm going to find
out what his story is

and make him choke on it.

She's just doing it
just to get back at me,

just to get back at me!

You.

Why is it always you?

It's not you, because outside
of a handful of liposuction

experts, you do not exist.

You really are a pig, Sammy.

Don't call me that.

I chose my name, I chose my
destiny, and I chose you.

And that's the only you
I give a damn about.

You pull down $700 million,
and it'll be about you.

Until then, it's me.

Mommy's hot.

You, it's always you.

Travis, I want you
and Terranova to meet

me at Cleo's in an hour.

I don't know, Winston.

I got this problem with my nose.

Well, you get your
nose over to Cleo's.

Why?

Because it's what I want.

I love you, Winnie.

Why did Elliot
sign with Dead Dog?

Terranova's a hood.

You love me?

Unless he muscled
Jimmy, threatened his kid.

Elliot's afraid of him.

Oh, baby, come
back to bed, huh?

Terranova, find
out who he knows

and who he owes, who's
pulling his strings.

Mama's hot again.

If it's quick cash
he's looking for,

I'll wrap up Dead Dog, the
catalog, Elliot, and Diana

before they bring the eggs.

Good morning, Mr. Newquay.

Your table's waiting for you.

Winston, how are you?

Hi, I'm Walter.

Oh, no, I can't stay.

I just stopped by to encourage
Walter to run for office.

Elected office?

Yeah, wouldn't you
rather be setting

policy than carrying it out?

Well, I think
about it frequently.

But seeking office is a
full-time unsalaried career.

Oh, money is no
problem, Walter.

So you've got
a vested interest

in selling me Diana, huh?

No, I'm rich without her.

I'm telling you, her voice
has a resonance and a vibrance

that it didn't have
five years ago.

It oozes sexuality, man.

It's great.

Should pay more attention
to politics, Isaac.

Hey, if you want me to be
a clone of Winston so badly,

why don't you just go
for the real thing?

He's sitting right over there!

I love you, Isaac.

OK, but all you care
about is the rhythm

and roll of the dice.

Winston's always on the move.

When's the last
time you sat down

with the federal prosecutor?

Aliquippa in 1967.

I was plea bargaining
an assault charge.

[laughs]

It's not funny.

Winston lives on the make.

He's always building.

Or tearing down.

That man doesn't enjoy life.

He's just obsessed by it.

But me, come on, you
know, I like my fun.

Yep, too much, my love.

Nobody likes working with him.

I don't like working
with him, remember?

Well, you know, that's
apples and oranges, Johnny.

You're an employee
who's fortunate

and talented enough to pick
and choose his employer.

Now we can't move
on an opportunity

because we're liking our fun.

Winston's liking his power.

Are you willing
to defer your fee

so Diana can finish the album?

We'll make a deal.

Terranova will talk to her.

Terranova will talk to her.

No, he's a businessman.

He's going to cut
the best deal he can.

And [inaudible] Records
is not in a position

to compete with that.

VINNIE: That was fast.

Gotta move with the heat.

Mr. Newquay.

Call me Winston, Vince.

We can get off to a fresh start.

Did you see the
headline, Winston?

I think I knew about
it before you did.

Really?

Elliot called me last night
to give me the good news.

Well.

Damn, is this possible?

Yeah, we just lost Dead Dog.

It doesn't say what
the deal with Elliot is.

Well, what difference
does that make?

It's Elliot.

What's your deal with Elliot?

I'm not at, um, liberty
to discuss that right now.

Then you haven't
closed it yet.

Let's cut to the quick.

Dead Dog minus Diana Price
and your employment contract

at 150% of market value.

That includes the
deal with Elliot.

But you haven't
even seen it yet.

I'm sure I can live with it.

It's $10 million.

Fine.

No, no, no.

Travis, Diana, and me
are part of the deal.

No.

11 million.

These issues are
non-negotiable.

Then give me a figure of
which they are negotiable.

15?

Is that it?

Is that the figure?

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Oh.

You stopped by to gloat?

No.

I have just been offered $11
million for Dead Dog Records,

minus Diana, Travis, and myself.

And what I want to know is
if you can match that offer

and include us.

I'm sorry to say I can't.

Not even with favorable terms?

Terms a man in his
right mind wouldn't risk?

Can you get Diana to
my office in an hour?

Well, I don't know, Vin.

There are certain things
I have to consider--

Yes or no?

All right, fine.

Yes, fine.
Fine.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

He's going to come around.

I know the guy.

Mr. Newquay, I'll
be in touch with you.

Travis, let's go.

$20 million, Travis.

That's more money than you'll
ever see again in your life.

Come on, let's go.

In a very vague
way, I was threatened

by the man who just left.

If you know something about him
for my own comfort and safety,

I would be so very grateful.

His name is Vinnie Terranova.

Got it.

What's the matter with you?

What-- what, are you--
are you crazy?

Or are you just a
couple of fools?

What are you doing taking
Diana's song to Newquay?

I could dismiss it out of
you, Vince, OK, but Travis,

you've been around the block!

You know what's
going to happen here?

I know what's going
to happen here.

Dana, you know what's
going to happen here.

What's going to happen
here is you're going

to cave in to Newquay's cash.

Diana's album is going
to get squelched.

She's going to be
out the back door.

And I'm out 200 grand, which
I'm going to sue you for.

I thought you quit.

I said, if you go to
Newquay, I might as well quit.

Well, how about if I
do business with Twine?

Hello?
That won't work.

Too late, pal.

Newquay won't tolerate it.

You know, I really don't
care what Newquay tolerates.

I guess I was right then.

I guess you are a fool.

I'll tell you what, instead of
producing an album for Diana,

I'm going to be writing
you a funeral hymn.

We'll call it the
Dimwit's Dirge, OK?

You call my wife.

Tell her where to
send the mass card.

OK.

How do I get out of here?

VINNIE: Bye now.

Bye-bye.

Ugh.

He's too rich to turn down.

Diana?

You sell me off to Winston,
I don't know what I'll do.

Robert?

It's so much money, Vinny.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't want Diana to get hurt.

Bobby.

I'd be willing to
share half of what

I get out of this with you.

Why?

Why not?

We're kindred spirits.

I dreamed of making my music.

Maybe I should dream
of making money.

How important is it to you?

To record, I mean.

Diana, it's whatever you want.

Why?

Don't make me
embarrass myself.

[phone rings]

Hello, Dead Dog Records.

If it ain't a dead
dog, it ain't barking.

How can I help you?

Your Uncle Mike and I need
to talk to you immediately.

VINNIE (ON PHONE): About what?

We'll do that face to face.

Nephew, your aunt come by to
pick up some tapes to listen

to the current recording.

What current recording?

The one you're
making as we speak.

Hold on a minute.

Yeah, I forgot you guys are
listening to everything.

The bugs are there
for your protection.

I know.

All right, listen, I
think you ought to go

for the deal with Newquay.

I'm considering it.

Considering?

You're on the verge of cracking
through to one of the heaviest

hitters in the business.

Now Twine is an overextended
rambunctious gambler

with a finger on a
self-destruct switch.

He's willing to let
it all ride on a whim.

I know.

Everything's being examined.

Ugh.

All right, listen, Vince.

Aside from that, I think
you're doing a hell of a job.

Then why are you calling me?

I'm worried about you going
soft for the soap opera.

You're projecting,
dude, really.

OK?

"Projecting, dude"?

Diana, Bobby, I've
made my decision.

Vinnie, welcome
to Chocolat Records.

Yeah.

[laughs] Oh, man!

We're going to
kill her together.

Yes, we are.

Yeah.

Travis, you got a home, baby.

Come on, let me show
you your new office.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, let's go.

What's the matter with you?

It's cars you
sell for no money

down, not record companies.

Oh, you come on.

You worry too much.

Relax.

Come on!

Come on!

Hey, dudes.

You made a deal with Twine.

That's right.

I thought I told you
to go with Newquay.

Ah, yes, and Frank, honestly,
I can't tell you how difficult

it was for me to ignore you.

Yeah?

Ignore this.

Uncle?

Your file's been accessed.

FRANK: You know him?

Yeah, he was with
Newquay at Cleo's.

That's terrific, Vince.

That's Walter Sawyer,
US attorney on the make.

VINNIE: What, I've
been compromised?

He made a routine request.

He got a routine response.

So all he's got
is my cover, right?

At the moment, you're
just a hood in the databank,

but what happens if he decides
to dig a little deeper?

Well, let's hope he doesn't.

You can't be blasé
about it, Vinnie.

You might be in
the music business,

but it doesn't mean
it isn't dangerous.

Newquay is checking up on
you, and he's using favors

from public officials to do it.

Well, then, arrest
them for malfeasance.

That'd be difficult.
He's a US attorney who made

a routine request on a thug.

What if the next guy Newquay
asks is a congressional aide?

Winston Newquay
knows people who

can get into the system deep
enough to find out who you are.

Now maybe he doesn't
know he knows,

but it's only because he
hasn't suspected anything yet.

Do you have any idea
what kind of jeopardy

you're putting yourself in?

This is not all
rock and roll, dude.

[somber music]

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