Original subtitles

- He must have followed Dave's driver

from the hotel.

- What do you wanna do?

- Pull over, I'm gonna put

this pushy cop into a new category.

- Hi fellas, just out for a little ride?

- How you doing, Sheriff Butcher?

Yeah, Tony and I were just trying out

his new car.

- How you doing, Tony?

- You fellas know you got a taillight out?

[crack]

- You know, you and your partner

are death on tail lights.

- Yeah, well, I guess it's a vehicular

pet peeve of mine.

Now you gentlemen wanna get out of the car,

maybe we can open up that trunk and fix it.

Otherwise, I'm gonna have to impound

this car because it don't live up to Jersey standards.

- Yeah, I tell you what, I promise to

get it fixed, maybe I'll drop it by--

- [Butcher] Get of the car both of you!

[tires screeching]

[crash]

[gun shots]

- That was dumb!

Now he's gonna come looking for you.

We should have just popped them both,

unless you got a reason for not wanting

to kill cops.

- Yeah, I got a reason, it's stupid!

- [Tony] Yeah?

Well now you gotta go hole up some place.

- No, Dave said meet him at the pier,

after we get rid of Winfield's body,

that's where we're going.

- [Dave] Go on, Vinnie, open her up.

- W-A-R 15.

- You guys are shipping hot guns

off our pier.

Okay, what is this, where'd this come from?

You rip off an armory, or what?

[groans]

- It's the Winfield Assault Rifle,

designed them and built them.

- For who?

- I don't know.

- Where's the crew and the ship's captain?

- There's no one onboard.

- We wait, whoever owns the ship

and paid for these guns will be back.

- Gentleman, we gotta look at the upside.

These guns and this ship,

they gotta be worth something to somebody.

We find out who that somebody is,

sell 'em back.

The Winfield Assault Rifle.

Cal.

- Yeah.

- Take these jokers outside,

find out if they really don't know anything.

You, yeah, you.

I want you to get your tail back to the casino.

Stay locked in your room,

until I figure out how to get the heat off.

If you rammed Butcher,

he's gonna be all over us,

like a bad-looking woman.

- I'm sorry about that, Sonny,

I just figured a dead cop was more

pressure than a hit and run, that's all.

- Just get back to the hotel.

- Okay.

- Come on, Sonny,

we can't be late for the party.

- [Sonny] Hey Tony, you've gotta clean this pier up.

- [Tony] You got it, Sonny.

[grim music]

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, hi, I thought everybody would

be at your parents' party tonight.

- They are, I'm on my way there now,

I just came by to pick up their anniversary present.

What are you doing?

- Well, I lost my lighter here

this afternoon, at least I think I did.

It's kind of sentimental, it was given to me

by my father.

- Where were you sitting?

- Well, I was over there, and then I

moved over here, I think, I don't know.

It's gotta be around here someplace.

- "To Vinnie, Love, Dad."

- Thank you very much, wouldn't wanna lose it.

- I had kind of a nasty argument

with my father this afternoon.

He said he didn't want me messing around with you.

- Oh, I guess that means Tony blew us in, huh?

- He says he has an instinct about you,

whatever that means.

I don't know why I just told you that.

Probably means you're gonna steer

wide circles around me, huh?

That wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

Do you wanna take a walk?

- Yeah, sure, okay.

- When I was in high school and the boys

I dated found out who my father was,

they'd stop calling, which made no sense to me,

I mean, my dad was the greatest dad

in the whole world,

most of the time.

Sometimes you can't talk to him.

A coldness comes over him.

I guess it was then I started to wonder

if what they wrote about him might be true.

- It must be a weird scene to find yourself in

at that age.

- Even as I got older, the men I dated got older.

There would always be those questions, you know,

"What does your dad do for a living?"

"That Dave Steelgrave."

It got to the point where I was just lying,

you know, if I liked the guy.

[poignant instrumental music]

They'd hear it somewhere else,

and they'd all go away.

So finally I had to.

- That's why you went to college on the West coast.

- I'd have gone further if I could have.

Somewhere where they just don't print newspapers,

and nobody could find out.

- But you still seem very close to your family.

- They're like a separate entity, you know,

it's like college or work.

When I come to see them, nothing I have in

California comes with me.

And when I go back home,

I leave them all behind.

Are you close with your family?

- Oh, well.

I got an Uncle Mike who kind of

watches over me.

- Your parents aren't alive?

- No, my dad's dead.

We were pretty close, for the last couple

of years, mostly.

He was pretty good with me from the time

I was about 16 on.

- What about your mom?

- Well my mom's always been closer to my brother.

She was always a great mom to me,

but it's been kind of hard on her with me being

in jail and everything.

I guess I'm just not the kind of son a

mother would be proud of.

- Is that what she thinks?

- That's what I think.

So when are you going back to school?

- Probably the sooner the better, huh?

- Maybe for you.

- Maybe for both of us.

Aren't you afraid of my dad?

Or Uncle Sonny?

- Only if they find out.

[sirens blaring] [tires screech]

- [Cop] We got him!

- Hey, Vinnie.

I've gotta take you to driver's school

so you can work on some of those moving violations.

- What is this, what's the matter?

- No, it's just a case of mistaken identity.

- I'm going with you.

- No!

Don't get involved, Tracy,

just do me a favor, call my Uncle Mike,

five, five, five, two, six, one, zero,

tell him what happened, that I want him

to get me out.

Okay, will you do that? - Yes, I will.

- [Sheriff Butcher] Come on, get in there.

[sirens blare]

[phone rings]

- Mike Terranova, what can I do for you?

- Is this Vince Terranova's Uncle Mike?

- Yeah, you got it, who's this?

- I'm a friend of his, he asked that I call you,

he was just arrested by the New Jersey Police Department.

- That guy is always getting in trouble.

Vinnie just can't keep his nose straight, can he?

- Well, we wanted you to bail him out,

and he said as soon as possible.

- Yeah, yeah, that's the way it

always is with this guy.

Okay, okay, I'll find him.

Hey, thanks for the call.

- Okay.

- Hey Sherm, Sherm, do not put me

on hold man, this is the hotline.

Okay, have somebody call McPike and tell him

his boy Terranova just hit the lockup.

- Yeah, you tell me how you're gonna be

a successful criminal if you can't make it

one week without getting pinched.

- Hey, I was just trying to save that

redneck sheriff's life.

Greco was gonna blow him away right on the spot,

and I had no way to stop it,

not without tipping my hand.

The guy's an unstable load, Frank.

You gotta get me out of here.

- No, what you're gonna do is,

you're gonna get yourself a real expensive mouthpiece,

and you're gonna go to war with the DA.

You know, it looks to me like

you're burning the houses already.

Brand new Rolex, diamond cuff links.

Three hundred dollars in cash.

- Well the Steelgraves are real generous employers,

you should see my German ride, Frank.

Now look, I want you to take this and

run this guy down.

His name's Norman Winfield.

- [Frank] Who is he, what does he do?

- He fertilizes empty lots.

Right now he's working the corner of Kentucky and Reardon.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

I helped bury.

When he was alive, he was some kind of

a gun manufacturer.

I want you to dig him up and find

out what killed him.

Now my bet is that he died of excessive voltage,

courtesy of Tony Greco.

I also wanna know where he's from,

where he's been, and where he's staying here in town.

- Now you do me a favor.

You don't call up about anymore bodies

that you've buried, huh Vince?

They're real hard to explain.

- I'll tell you what, Frank,

I'll keep it out of my report if you

keep it out of yours.

[people chatting]

Thanks for bailing me out, Sonny.

- What are you, kidding me?

Was I gonna leave you in there?

When you got somebody working for you,

you gotta take care of them.

You never leave them swinging, even if they

messed up, everybody messes up now and then,

it's all right, just don't make a habit of it.

- Come on Sonny, let's go.

Boxcar Louis's waiting for us, we got

business across town.

- I'll bring the car around.

- No, Al's driving.

Come on, Sonny.

- Here's a bulletin, Dave's not happy with you.

- Oh, Tracy, right?

- If you're that smart, how come you're

not that smart?

- I don't wanna duck this one, Sonny,

but I didn't do anything.

- Hey look, I told Dave I'd talk to you, we talked.

- Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?

- Go get cleaned up, get some rest,

meet me at Gorman's Gym in the morning.

- All right.

- Hey, how are things in your office upstairs?

- Not again, are you gonna rip this joint up

every other day?

- Oh, if you're missing me,

I can come every day.

- Oh, we got laws against harassment, fella.

- Yeah, there's all kinds of laws.

You probably won't believe this goomba,

but they even got a law against murdering federal agents.

- Oh yeah, I haven't heard that one before,

is that new?

- Oh come on, let them pore through the wastebaskets.

There, let's get out of here.

- I think I got his blood pressure up

a point or two, let's do it again.

- Norman Winfield, he worked at various times

for Lockheed, McDonald Douglas, Smith and Wesson,

and a number of government facilities requiring

low priority clearance.

His specialty is small armaments and weaponry design.

For the past two years, he has not held a job.

Rundown on his credit card shows that he has

been traveling in and out of the country

frequently the past 10 months, mostly to

Mar del Calor and Quintana, both in Mexico,

where he's been seen with an international arms dealer

named Reynaldo Sykes.

He has frequented a number of motels across

the country, most recently the Garden Rose Motel

hall on 65; he checked in there two days ago,

and he has not checked out, [knocking]

registered to room one two two.

[pensive music]

[sensual jazz music]

- Oh hello, I'm looking for Norman Winfield's room.

You know, this is a very good year,

and I'm sorry to intrude, but I have

some business with Norman.

- You have no business with Norman.

- You know all about Norman, do you?

I bet you do.

Well, the one thing you may not know

is that he's dead.

- We all have to go sometime.

- Well I can see from your generous overflow

of emotion that you and Norm weren't romantically involved.

Or was this more of a business celebration?

- Why did you come here?

- To meet you, or whoever was working with Winfield.

You see, I'm with the guys who own the pier

that Winfield was using.

I've got the guns, and I want to talk to Sykes.

Oh, you felt that one.

You tell Sykes if he wants his goods,

to contact me at this number.

Take it.

And tell him not to wait to long either,

because if he does, I'll dump his crates

in the Atlantic.

[thudding]

- Jab, jab, jab, jab, nice.

Nice, nice.

- Hey Sonny, what is it?

- Vincent, look, hey Vinnie,

how's it going, baby?

- All right.

- Do you like my kid?

What do you think, yeah?

- [Vince] Yeah, he's got good legs,

but he's telegraphing with his left,

he holds his mitts too low, he better get them

up too otherwise you're going to be

hearing a lot of white noise.

- Hey, I told you, keep those hands up!

Everybody wants to be Ali, you know?

- Listen I think I ran down

the guy who owns the guns.

His name's Reynaldo Sykes.

- You what?

- Yeah, well I figured you wanted this guy

pretty bad, so I went out in the street

to locate him.

- You don't do anything without checking with me.

- So what did you find out?

- Well I figured since it was taking a couple of days

to get his shipload, that Winfield had to

be staying the area, someplace.

I called the motels an the hotels,

saying I was Winfield, asking for my messages.

He was staying at the Garden Rose Motel, room 122.

- You're telling me you just dialed

every motel in the phone book, until you found

the right one, that simple?

- Yeah, that simple.

- That simple, finally I got somebody

with brains working for me.

So how's that get us Sykes?

- Well, I found one of his associates and

I gave her your number.

I said if they wanted they merchandise back,

to contact me within 24 hours, or it goes overboard.

- Oh boy, I like that.

[somber music]

- [Tony] Charlie.

- Mr. Greco, I was just checking out

what's happening with that, I can't seem to

catch a winner.

- Clear it out, spend an afternoon

at the track.

Let's go Cal, start checking the joint out,

make sure it's empty, take upstairs.

Come on, come on, let's go.

[knocking]

- Gas leak!

Come on!

Gas leak!

- Here they come!

[ominous music]

- Ba dum, would you look at her?

- What the hell is that?

He bring a broad to the meeting?

This guy wouldn't last six seconds in

the Rabid Rabbit.

They'd plaster him all over the walls.

[chuckles]

- Is that all?

- So what sells best, the frozen corn,

or the peas?

- Sonny Steelgrave, that's my brother Dave.

You must be Sykes.

- I'm pleased to make your acquaintance,

Mr. Steelgrave.

This is my chauffer Dieter Hausk and

my secretary, Raya Montenegro.

- Nice to meet you, why don't you

sit right here and make yourself comfortable?

Well, why don't you gentlemen keep

your jackets buttoned and your hands

at your sides?

Okay, let's lay it out here.

According to Winfield's assistants,

whom we are currently detaining,

Winfield says that he was producing these guns

for you at the rate of 3000 per week.

You've asked for deliver of over 10 thousand

in the next month.

At roughly 200 dollars per, that's two million dollars.

You need a way to export it, we got it.

We're thinking of an export and handling fee,

and 10 percent of the retail.

- Mr. Steelgrave, do you know what these are?

- May I?

Norman Winfield created the greatest

single hand weapon to date, capable of firing

over 20 rounds per second, it is also

a compact rocket launcher.

[clunk]

- Yeah, and I got a toaster that makes popcorn, so what?

- Any number of men armed with a WAR-15

is increased in strength tenfold.

Any tiny nation, even a small band of guerrillas,

totalling only 100 can now be equipped

into a thousand men.

And when Winfield tried to sell this weapon

to your government, they turned him down,

so he came to me.

I bought Mr. Winfield and this sort of weapon,

I paid much.

I built the factory that manufactures them.

These are mine, why should I pay you

to get back that which I own?

- Because we have them.

And in my neighborhood, possession is nine-tenths

of the law.

The other 10, we don't care about.

- I did not come here to be extorted.

- I didn't come here to play bocce ball either.

Now you're the one who had the nerve

to come into my area, my dock.

You're conducting criminal business on my property,

and I can't take the heat,

so where do you come off, mister?

- Sonny's right, we don't do this for our health.

You came to our turf to do illegal business,

you should have came to see us,

so we get our taste.

- I did, I gave Winfield 100 thousand dollars American,

to be paid in full for the export of my weapons

from your pier.

- Well, I run everything, it goes through

Greco Marine enterprise, Winfield never contacted anyone.

- I gave the money to Winfield personally.

[suspenseful music]

- We have a situation here to work out.

We didn't get paid for our services,

but we have your guns.

- I think I hear something next door.

- Check it out.

- Where's he going?

- Downstairs to get a pack of smokes.

- [Sonny] Look pal, it's not up for discussion.

You think you can come down here

and pull my nose?

[suspenseful music]

You're operating a gun hustle,

you didn't tell my boys.

- [Sykes] Perhaps it would be wise to

think before you speak, Mr. Steelgrave.

I'm not a man who enjoys being threatened.

[crash]

- Don't try it.

[gun shots]

[suspenseful music]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[guns shots]

[tires screech]

[eerie music]

- Sonny, Sonny?

[coughs]

[somber music]

[ominous music]

- Somebody coming, let's be alert.

- Excuse me, is it possible

for someone to help me?

My tire is flat.

[gun shots]

- All right, Dieter.

I want all crates with Sendrakes International

shipping labels loaded aboard, I want to on the way

within the hour, Captain.

Come.

- How is he?

How is he?

- Stable, Doc says.

Doesn't look to good right now.

Best shot he's got he has is if he

comes around tonight.

- So I ran into Angela downstairs,

she said Sykes's men hit the dock,

took the ship and the load of guns.

- Perfect little operation, huh?

- Only screw up is, the didn't get me.

- Yeah, me too.

- I don't think it was any mistake.

- Hey, what is it with you,

we were both right in the middle of it.

- You were right in the middle of what pal,

you were right next door, checking out termites.

- I don't gotta explain nothing to you.

- It's not me you gotta worry about, wiseguy.

- Tracy.

Tracy, I'm sorry about your father.

- Were you there?

- Does it matter?

- Nobody does anything without checking with me first.

[phone rings]

- Mike Terranova, what's up.

- Agent four, five, eight, seven.

Day code style section, ident procedure

is dogs groom, palladium,

- Hey, how's my favorite nephew?

Are you calling from your new job?

- Negative, I'm on a payphone.

- Access clear.

- I may be going to the funhouse,

I'm gonna need a trapdoor.

- [Lifeguard] Go.

- Greco, Anthony, I found out he

banks at Federated Bank, Pittsburgh Avenue branch,

I'd like him to come into some money,

a little under a hundred grand.

- What kind of trail are we leaving when

we make the deposit?

- A really striking Latino girl,

dark hair, long legs, a real head-turner,

and as soon as you can, maybe take him

on a tour of our better facilities.

And drop him down a rabbit hole,

he's beginning to breathe on me.

- In motion, day code remain active?

- Oka, Uncle Mike.

- Who were you talking to?

- That was my bookie.

- Bookie?

Make sure you don't make any plane reservations,

I'm sure Sonny will wanna see you.

- Is he awake?

- He'll call you when he wants you.

In the meantime, Rico here will

make sure you don't trip and fall

onto a Greyhound bus.

- All right.

- [Sonny] How's Rita and Tracy?

- Julia and Carmilla are with her.

My sister's coming up tonight, and they're okay,

you just get better.

You let me and Carmine handle everything

for a while, hmm?

- I really appreciate you flying up here, Nick,

taking care of the funeral arrangements.

- Come on, will you?

Everything is okay.

- Nothing is okay.

Not until I take care of this Sykes

and his flamenco dancer. [coughs]

I want out of here, are you gonna get

me out of here, or what?

- Your doctor says you're all ripped up inside.

- I'm not gonna go jitterbugging, Nick.

Now just get me out, okay?

Get the damn ambulance and a stretcher.

- Okay, okay, we'll get you out of here.

Carmine, go and find a doc, okay?

Sonny, you're okay?

- I'm fine, where's Vinnie?

Outside, Tony and Rico have been keeping him warm.

Get him in here.

- Vinnie.

- Hey, Sonny, how you feeling?

- Dave is dead, my brother is dead.

What happened, Vinnie?

What the hell happened?

- I was in there with the rest of you.

- You were nowhere.

In fact, you were out in left field

when the whole shebang went down.

That chick, did she send you a signal, Vinnie?

- No, Tony told me to go next door,

see who was in the next room.

- You said you heard something,

there was nobody next door.

- What are you kidding me,

are you tell me I was part of a setup?

- Do I look like I'm kidding you?

I'm lying here full of grief,

sucking wind through bullet wounds. [coughs]

You think I'm fooling around?

- No.

- This whole thing went lousy from

the first day I met you.

Sykes, with these guns on my pier,

how easily you located him to set up that meet.

- I explained how I did that, Sonny.

Just took some legwork and some luck.

- Luck?

Dave is dead.

- I'll bet you Dave smelled you out

Terranova, maybe you knew he was

on to you and set this up, is that it?

- You better talk to me, Vinnie.

- Sonny, this whole thing with Sykes

has been going down long before I showed up.

What about Sykes saying he paid somebody off?

- That was crap.

- I don't think so, Sykes is player,

he knows the rules.

I think he paid the 100 grand,

just like he said.

And if he did, that means there's a

hundred grand floating around someplace.

Somebody took that money without telling, Sonny,

and it wasn't me, 'cause I was still

in the Jersey tombs.

Whoever Sykes paid figured they could just

socket the money without telling you or Dave.

Now if I was looking for a heavy,

I'd look at the guy that set up the deal

with Winfield, and that was you, Greco,

it was your pier, it was your deal.

You had to kill Winfield, because he gave

you the cash.

That's what got the whole thing rolling

the wrong way.

- You shut your mouth, scum.

- He, why don't we check your bank?

See if you got a hunk of change in there,

maybe around like a hundred grand?

- You're history, punk, you're history!

- Don't touch him.

- Oh, you're dead.

[coughs]

- We'll call the bank, we'll settle this.

[ominous music]

Rico, check it out.

- Check it out?

Sonny, I've been with you for 20 years,

20 years.

All right, do what you want.

But I ain't gonna stand here while

you check me out.

- I can get Sykes for you.

- What are you talking about?

He's 10 hours across the Atlantic.

He killed Dave, and he's gone.

Yeah, but after the ambush I called

down at the pier, I told the guys to

remove the guns from the crates in the warehouse.

These guys are floating at sea with a

box full of rocks, Sonny.

- He didn't check the guns before

he put them aboard?

- Yeah, I know that, that's why I

put a full box of guns on top of each stack.

You don't believe me, call Sammy down

at the pier, you'll find out.

- I don't know about you, Vinnie.

You move fast, maybe too fast.

We'll see.

Get that mezzo mutt on the phone,

call him ship to shore.

I wanna lead this one on personally.

Give me it.

- One hundred grand was deposited

in Tony's account.

And get this, Sonny,

a good-looking Spanish broad put it

in there for him.

[suspenseful music]

[clunk]

[slam]

- Don't bother, Dieter.

I am turning back, and I accept your terms.

I will trade you the killer of your brother,

my secretary, for the guns.

But how can I trust you?

- There are always risks in business,

your guns will be at warehouse three.

- Do not fear, cariñosa.

I will not play his game, I do not trust him.

He will try and hit us.

[suspenseful music]

- Agent four, five, eight, seven,

day code, style section, beach, date, flowers.

- [Lifeguard] How you doing, Vinnie?

- Okay, Sonny's alive, get some

federal units out to the pier,

it's gonna go down fast, and notify McPike

and the Jersey cops.

[crash]

- You pig, I smelled you from

day one, and I was right.

Sonny should have listened to Dave,

he could have picked out a cop, blindfolded.

- The way he did Stan Dermot, huh?

- You should have seen that fat slob,

bleeding and puking after Dave gave

him the old badda-bing in the head.

Now I'm gonna do it to you.

You're going across the river.

- Yeah?

Well I figure you're gonna come over with me.

Sonny already knows you took the payoff from Winfield.

- Sonny's not gonna believe a cop over me.

- You just don't wanna see the picture, do you?

Sonny already knows.

They went down to your bank and found out

about the 100 G's deposited there.

Nice try, but I don't have a hundred G's

in the bank, I'm not stupid enough to put it there.

- Yeah, I know, that's why I made

the deposit for you.

Sonny's men are all over this burg

looking for you, and it's not give you

a raise, genius.

- You're bluffing, you're bluffing.

- I just came from the hospital.

You may as well stick that blaster in

your ear and save yourself the drive home.

It's gonna be a lot quicker and easier

than Sonny's gonna make it.

[sirens wailing]

[thudding]

[gun fires]

[thudding]

[gun shots]

[thudding]

- Vinnie!

Are you all right?

- Yeah, the Lifeguard traced the call.

Dave Steelgrave killed Stan.

Tony here was the accomplice, maybe the wheel man.

You can close that one out.

- I don't know any Stan, and after I

talk to Sonny, you're history.

- Your best bet is to cooperate, Tony.

Maybe these guys will take pity on you,

and put you in the witness program.

- They can jam the witness program,

there's no way I'd ever talk to you pigs.

- Oh, good, have it your own way.

But you better look around when you

stick your head out of the hole,

Sonny will be waiting to take it off

and send it home in a hat box.

- Oh don't you worry, Vinnie.

He won't pop up while you're still under;

I'll make sure of that.

Get him out.

[somber music]

- Something wrong?

- Yeah, this guy happens to be

fond of ambushes.

I already saw one of his maneuvers

up close, I don't feel like a rematch.

- He comes in here, we tank him,

don't worry about him, leave it to

me and my guys.

[ominous music]

- Hey Vinnie, what is that, the cops?

- Nah, I don't think it's the cops.

[hissing]

[explosion]

[suspenseful music]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[hissing] [explosion]

[gun shots]

[explosion]

[gun shots]

[ominous music]

[sirens blaring]

[gun shots]

[explosion]

[gun shots]

[blast] [hissing]

[explosion]

- Thank you gentleman, federal matter.

- Sometimes I can't get enough of you, Frank.

- Yeah, we'll see if you still

love me after I bust you.

[somber music]

- I heard you were leaving tonight.

- I'm gonna take my mother out

to California and get her away from

all this publicity.

We both have a lot of crying and thinking to do.

Go spend some time with your mother, Vinnie.

Don't let her go without finding out

who she is.

Don't wanna make the same mistake I did.

- Make sure Nick takes care of Rita and Tracy,

I want everything done first class, naturally.

- Sonny.

- Thanks for coming.

- How you feeling?

- I'm okay.

Arm's still a little stiff,

but it's still gonna take some time.

- Yeah, get that old left hook back, huh?

- Marvin Ketchel's gonna defend you,

he's real good at it.

Says he can get you off.

- I really appreciate this, Sonny.

- We'll see.

Rico says you handled your end pretty good

at the pier.

But I keep losing good men with you, Vinnie.

- Sonny, we were gonna go down,

one way or the other.

Somebody called those feds beforehand,

Tony maybe?

- Well, well.

No one told me they took the tubes

out of you yet, Sonny.

I would have sent you a big basket

of fruit, but I figured I'd wait and see

if you died, put the money into

a nice wreath.

- You know what the trouble with you is, frisbee?

You don't know when your luck has run out.

Now why don't you give me a break and back off,

I'm in mourning.

- Oh yeah, your greaseball brother ate

the big one down at the Blue Angel, right?

Tony Greco's been telling us all about it.

You'll be hearing from us.

Oh, and my condolences.

- So it's the feds who picked up Tony.

- The feds didn't pick him up,

he probably ran to them for cover.

- What can I do for you, Sonny?

- Get in.

I wanna trust you, Vinnie.

You're one of the best I've

ever come across.

Dave had his doubts, maybe I do too.

So you and me, we're gonna make a pact.

- I'm with you, Sonny.

- That Fed, Hawthorne.

I wanna do him.

We're gonna do him together, you and me.

Tonight.

We'll do him for Dave.

[ominous music]

- You sure he's alone?

- His wife and kids are at the movies.

Vinnie.

You pull the trigger, kill this Fed for me?

I'll trust you forever.

[sighs]

[knocks]

- What the hell are you--

[gun blasts] [crash]

- There's a warning you

can't walk away from, dog meat.

[tires screech]

- [Frank] Okay, okay, you're dead,

you convinced me.

- Geez.

Oh man, my wife's gonna have my tail

for busting that mirror like that.

- Well, you're moving anyways.

- He now, you promised me someplace warm.

- As long as you're out of sight.

That oughta set his cover real good.

Let's see what he brings us.

- [Vinnie] Want me to drive, Sonny?

- Yeah, for the last time.

You're through being a driver, Vinnie.

You're taking over Greco's action.

You're moving up.

[triumphant music]

[upbeat triumphant instrumental music]