All language subtitles for Wiseguy S02 E03 Revenge of the Mud People 1080p AC3 BluRay x264 (1)

- [Narrator] Tonight
on Wise Guy...

(grunts)

- He's here for
suspicion of murder.

Killed a cop.

- I am not for the Jew banker

and the multi-nationalist
Zionist corporations,

who bank their
profits in Jew land!

The victory is inside us.

(cheering)

- I always had a tough time
believing you were a criminal.

And I'm in this with you
whether you tell me or not.

It's just much
harder not knowing.

Vinnie, I love you.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Every time I see
this guy Knox Pooley

he looks more like
a carpet salesman.

- Car salesman.

He owned used car lots in
the northwest in the '70s,

went broke.

Now he sells white
power cassettes

for the Pilgrims of Promise.

He's on the talk show circuit
with his book, The New Eden,

a badly written track
with some far-right

fundamentalist doctrine,
great for insomnia.

- Next.

- We got a new print
on him, Calvin Hollis.

Turns out he's just
a low rent cowboy.

Did six months for assault,
beat up his own black mailman.

He's Knox Pooley's
operations officer.

He believes this racist stuff.

- Being here's a
waste of my time.

I gotta take care
of things at home.

- Look Vince, I know you
want to work these guys,

maybe you should.

All I'm saying is this is a
badly organized splinter group,

they're strictly small fry.

- Small fry?

These guys knocked
off an off duty cop

and stole $65 grand to buy uzis.

- The slain officer was Emmett
Hicks, 22 year veteran, NYPD.

Brooklyn blues are looking
for someone to string up,

and I wouldn't want to
be the guy they catch.

- I gotta get going.

I'm worried about Richie.

- Richie Stramm,
neighborhood kid.

Vinnie sort of adopted him.

Vinnie's turned him in,
he's working for us.

- You know that is real
annoying, what you do there.

Is that all you're here for is
to spit out file information?

- One of the things
I've been doing here

is busting my butt trying
to run down more information

on the truck that ran
down your brother.

The gas chromatography report
on your brother's clothing

kicked out some stuff, like
customized green paint,

some sort of wire mesh,
and a partial plate,

first two letters EG.

- Thank you Mark,
if you don't mind.

Preliminary of course, so
we don't know for sure.

- What wire mesh?

That was a question.

- A possible bug shield
in front of the radiator.

Look, it was a hit and run,

we're pursuing this
as fast as we can.

We won't have confirmation
for a few more days.

- Well if that was
it, I gotta get going.

Thanks for pushing on
Pete's death for me.

Okay?

- Now if I'm gonna cook for you,

I'll need the right
pans and utensils.

Your mom's can opener's broken.

Here, chew the top
off of it, tough guy.

- Yeah.

- Richie's going
through a tough time.

- Yeah, I know.

- He'll be all right.

He's got you.

You can talk to him.

You can listen, you're
a good listener.

Here.

Do this one.

- Wait a minute.

Here.

- Thank you.

(knocking)

- Is this Mirella's place?

Yo?

(knocking)

Hey in there.

(speaking foreign language)

Drop it, man!

I said drop it!

Turn around and put your
hands behind your back.

- What's going on here?

- Cuff him.

Grab the girl in the other room.

- What's the charge?

- That's the charge.

- Angie!

Call my Uncle Mike.

His number's in the book,
tell him I can't make dinner.

- Who's Uncle Mike?!

- Just do it!

(suspenseful music)

(grunts)

- Watch your head, sir.

(phone ringing)

- Sarah Hardware, Mike
Terranova speaking,

how can I help you?

- There's no Mike Terranova,
not in our family.

- Is this about Vince?

You sound like one of
his spacey friends.

- I'm his second
cousin by marriage.

The police arrested him.

He told me to call and say
he couldn't make dinner.

- Just like the bum, ain't it?

- [Angie] Now what's
going on here?

Who are you?

The police hit him,
why, what's happening?

- Yeah, listen, thanks for the
message doll, I gotta scoot.

The store's buzzing.

(chattering)

- Yeah, I'm with Terranova.

Get this guy's sheets
done and tell prints

and identification to
send somebody down.

Yeah, I want a new set.

Right hand, index,
palm, thumb, and ring.

And tell the PC we're in six.

- What's the charge, Sanchez?

I shoot the president or what?

Huh?

(grunting)

- My best friend, Emmett Hicks.

He's picking up
some off duty change

driving for Westland
Armored Transport.

Yeah.

He's on his back
on the sidewalk.

He's out of the play,
you grab his San Brown

and trigger him off!

(coughing)

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Your car was made, bozo!

You got a rap shee that
looks like a grocery list.

I hope you got a good
constitution, man,

because Emmett had a
lot of friends in here,

and all of them are
looking to leave you

a little something
to remember him by.

(coughing)

(shouts)

You know how it is, Captain.

It's kinda tight in here.

Goosed himself on
the side of the table

while I was moving
him to his chair.

Hey hey, Vinnie.

This here is the PC, it's
the precinct commander.

He's your boss 'til 8:00, huh?

So you got any
complaints or anything

on the way you're being treated,

he's the one you
wanna tell 'em too.

- After you get the cross match
from P and I, let me see it.

- You bet, Captain.

(phones ringing)

So.

How you want to
start, Vinnie, hmm?

Lotta guys out there,

they would love to
hear your side of it.

I can get you in a room
with four or five of them.

- Let me ask you
something, Sanchez.

Am I gonna get a trial?

Or am I going straight from
here to the electric chair?

- I don't know, Vince.

I like trials, you know,
but they're time consuming.

Confessions under oath,
now they're much better.

- I want a phone call.

You at least gotta
give me a phone call.

- Refresh me on this, Vince.

Did Emmett get a call?

Hmm?

I don't think he did.

Course he mighta.

Because you were
there and I wasn't.

Did you give Emmett
a call, Vince?

Hmm?

Before you stuck the
piece to his chest

and blew his heart out!

- What are you
doing here, Frank?

Expected a bureau driver.

- The local cops
picked up Vince,

apparently they're
batting him around.

- So you go get him, you
badge him outta there.

You know it yourself, it
shouldn't be that tough.

- Well listen, I called over
to the 47th asking about Vince.

All of a sudden I'm talking
to a press relations officer

in Brooklyn Central.

- Really?

- Yeah, and this guy, this
guy Captain something,

he starts with the
run-on sentences and
I'm getting nothing.

And they're feeding
all inquiries

to their department
flack buying time,

and Daryl, I don't know
what they got him on,

but it must be big, I
don't think I'm gonna

be able to badge him out.

- Okay.

As long as it
doesn't make me late,

I've got a budget
meeting in two hours,

dinner tonight in DC.

You know Frank, I never
knew being director

would be so hectic.

- Yes sir, it must be terrible.

(knocking)

- Captain Fawke?

Frank McPike, OCB.

This is Director Elias.

- Hi guys, how's
everything at the Potomac?

- We understand you have
a man, Vincent Terranova,

booked this afternoon?

- It's a big precinct,
hard to trace.

Our central booking sheets
don't get mainlined 'til two,

then only if they've
been signed by the AO,

and they don't get back
'til the end of watch.

AO, that's arresting officer.

- Yeah, I'm glad you told me,

my mind was reeling
with the possibilities.

- I can call down if you want,

but it's gonna take a while
to access the data bank

current arrest software.

- We want Terranova
on a federal crime,

you can forget all this
computer clickity-clack,

we know he's here,

you fail to produce him
in the next few minutes,

we're gonna have to go
over your head, Captain.

- What was your name again?

- OCB Director Daryl Elias.

- I don't want to get in a
jurisdictional beef with you,

Johnny, but if Mister...

What's his name again?

- Terranova.

- If Terranova's here,
I will try to access him

on our computer.

On some days, we process
1500 arrestees or more.

This isn't the lizard lick PD.

- All right, let's
get outta here,

we're gonna have to go
over this guy's head.

- [Captain] Take your
best shot, Johnny.

(suspenseful music)

- Who was with you on
the armored car hit?

- I wasn't there, man.

- Sure you were.

And we're gonna
help you remember.

- I want to see
Captain Fawke now.

- Whoa whoa whoa,
hold it fellas.

You need an invitation.

- Got one, Luke.

- You kidding me, man?

Illegal assembly?

What did this guy do,
forget to get his permit

for the Italy parade?

- You have him downstairs
in five minutes.

- Not much of a beef,
Johnny, but like I said,

we don't even know
if he's here yet.

So you're peddling that
at the wrong store.

- All right, enough.

- You guys want to use the phone
or anything, just sing out.

- Thanks.

It's McPike.

Can we have a computer linkup?

Yeah?

I got it.

E1873441Q, that's
Terranova's booking number.

Now there's a computer, what
do you say we punch it in?

E.

187.

3441Q.

- Well you're right, we got him.

But we're not letting him go.

He's here for
suspicion of murder.

Killed a cop.

(solemn music)

- I don't care what he's
done, he's coming with us,

you can have him when
we're through with him.

- It'll take the
governor's office

to get this guy released to you.

- Maybe we should call him.

(chattering)

- Hey, you better hope the feds
keep you forever, scuzz bag.

- What happened to him?

- Some of Emmett's old
partners whacked him around.

They got nothing.

- What the hell is going on?

- That armored car heist,

where the guard got killed.

He was an off duty cop
out of that precinct.

- They think you're
part of that?

- Yeah.

They got my license
plate number.

Richie must've
been using my car.

- That kid can't be
that daffy, can he?

- This thing is beginning
to pick up speed.

They used my car in
an armored car heist.

I gotta nail Hollis for that
before he gets outta town.

- Vinnie, these cops are
gonna be looking for you,

in jail or out.

Now I think the precinct
commander smells something.

They catch you running around,

they're gonna give you
more than a split lip.

- Drop me off here.

Frank.

- All right, pull it over.

- Richie.

Come on, Richie,
come on, come on.

Get that in the trunk, Dr.
Pooley has to get going.

- Tonight is really
gonna be something.

I can't...

I can't thank you enough
for what you're doing.

I really am honored.

- Calvin, you're a
brilliant soldier.

You can say things that
quite frankly I can't.

Now, my message is more
cerebral in nature.

You know, what you
have to say toughens

and turns emotion
into positive action.

Your message can be the
message of the warrior.

The Christian legion
who'll lead the army.

It's a different
message, Calvin.

A very different one.

- You know,

I was nothing, I was nobody,

until I met you.

You made my life count.

You know, there is no one
else in my life, Dr. Pooley.

- Yes, of course.

My plane for Boston
leaves at eight.

I won't be able to
stay at the rally long.

I'll say a few words
and then it's all yours.

- Oh.

- Listen, Calvin.

I know you like to burn the
cross and sing the Klan song,

maybe you could wait
until after I left.

- Sure.

Sure.

(solemn music)

- Bless--

- I know, Calvin.

Good bless you too.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

- I was just making
sure Dr. Pooley

didn't leave nothing behind.

- No, I don't want you going
through the dresser drawers.

- I thought you said to make
sure we don't leave nothing

for ZAG agents to find.

You know, I think
it's really great

Dr. Pooley's letting
you speak tonight.

You know what you're gonna say?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I...

I...

(sighs)

No,

I don't know.

I mean, you know it's like...

It's like Cain, who
made it with Eve,

in the garden of Eden?

When Adam wasn't looking,

and then how they threw
the offspring out of Eden.

From whence they
started to breed

with the lower animals of...

Of Canaan and Galilee,

and that's what
caused the mud people.

The niggers and the
spics and the kikes.

I can't do it as good
as Dr. Pooley does.

You'll see tonight.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Turn the key in at the office.

- That's good.

- Terranova, what are you doing?

- Hey!

Who the hell do you think
you're dealing with, huh?

- What'd I do to you?

- What you did was you peeled
an armored truck using my car,

and then you killed
an off duty cop,

I got the whole
NYPD after my ass!

- Hey!

Vin, what are you doing?

- Shut up!

Just shut up!

- Hey, look, I didn't know.

Richie gave us the car.

- He's a kid.

You're a pro, you
shoulda known better.

I scored 50 uzis for you
guys at a premo price,

and you use my car on a job?!

What are you, stupid?!

- Look, I didn't know.

And you didn't do us no favor.

Them guns didn't have
no ejector springs.

- What is that, is
that a complaint?

Huh?

'Cause if it is, this is
my complaint adjuster.

- Look, stop, please, no.

You don't know, you don't
understand who we are.

You don't understand
what we're about.

- Don't you give me that
white power crap, Calvin.

Don't you do it.

I got one color of
interest, and that is green.

You are gonna pay for the
grief the cops are giving me.

- No, that's really
possible, 'cause we're big.

We're over 2000 members and
we're getting bigger every day.

We're gonna be taking
banks and armored cars,

and we're gonna need
munitions, ammo, ordinance,

and you can supply it for us.

I know you don't believe me,

but you come to a rally with me,

and then you'll understand.

- When?

- Tonight.

Go to the pancake
house on route 28,

just past Vernon Valley and
I'll pick you up at eight.

(sighs)

(whimpers)

- Oh man.

You know, for a
revolutionary zealot,

you really oughta get over
this fear of guns you got.

(crickets chirping)

What do you mean, take down
the license plate number?

That's what Charlie's here for.

- What if Charlie can't make it?

- What am I supposed to do,
run around a parking lot

with a pad and pencil?

- That's what McPike said, son.

We wanna see who's up there,

cross check it
with the data bank.

See if we can't find
us an honest to god

crime committing
redneck son'bitch.

Keep in touch.

(suspenseful music)

- This is your car?

- Sled belongs to some
guys I do business with.

I had to borrow it on account of

my car's a little
hot these days.

Some guys I know
used it in a heist.

- Don't worry, Terranova.

This'll be worth the hassle.

Leave you car and driver here.

We'll drop you off later.

- I'm gonna go with them,
you wait for me here.

Okay?

(suspenseful music)

(shouting and cheering)

- I gotta talk to Dr. Pooley.

You guys take it easy,
I'll see you later.

- I'm sorry about you car, man.

I didn't think.

I was with those guys,
and I didn't know

they were gonna hit the truck.

I just didn't think--

- Don't worry about it,
Richie, I can handle the heat.

Did you get anything on
Calvin this afternoon?

(cheering)

- He told me he was involved
in the murder of Dan Pringle.

The owner of the paper that
was attacking Dr. Pooley.

- Well what about
Pooley, did he set it up?

- No.

- Huh?

- No.

- Because if he did,
that'll tie him to all this.

- No.

Calvin said Dr. Pooley
knew nothing about it.

- He sure knows how to
ride outside the car,

that's for sure.

- Maybe that's because he's
just what he says he is,

an idealist.

It's Calvin who's crazy.

- Richie, grow up, will ya?

Come on.

(cheering)

- [Announcer] Ladies and
gentlemen, Dr. Knox Pooley.

(cheering and applauding)

- My friends, I planned
on being with you tonight

and speaking with you
about this great cause

that we are engaged
in fighting for.

However, because of my talk
and book show appearances

in Boston, regrettably I
have to be on an 8:00 plane.

So another patriot
will speak to you.

I give you

a leader who has pledged
his allegiance to the flag

as I have pledged mine,

I give you a pilgrim of promise,

I give you Calvin Hollis.

(applauding and cheering)

(stammering)

- I...

You know...

Could you...

The...

You know...

(sighs)

People

believe that...

That I am against...

That I hate niggers,
spics, and kikes.

There are those who say that
I want to rid the society

of the mud races.

Well...

Perhaps, in a way,

this is a fact.

But it's not the mud
races that I am against.

It is the white
people that I am for.

(cheering)

I'm for a country
without welfare.

I am for an honest day's
labor for an honest day's pay.

And I am against

everything

that desecrates

the image of America.

Dr. Pooley says in
his book The New Eden,

it's not the mud
people who are to blame

for the sorry conditions
that we are in.

It is us.

It's you and I.

White Americans, who
have said to each other

that these people have
the right not to work,

and to suck the
nipple of society.

You and I have
said to each other

that the mud races,

they can't read or write.

You and I have
let the Jew banker

and the multi-nationalist
Zionist corporations

steal the bread from us
while we pay this government

to support the lower life forms.

(cheering)

And it is going on
more and more today.

But my friends,

my friends.

A victory is inside us,

because we have the power!

- The hell you doing here?

- I thought I smelled gas.

Thought it was coming
from under here.

- Everybody smells gas,
we're burning the cross.

- Yeah, maybe that was it.

(crowd chanting)

- [Calvin] I'm not for
the reddening of America.

I am not for the Jew banks
and the multi-nationalist

Zionist corporations,

who spawn their evil here

and take their
profits to Jew land!

(cheering)

- Just leave it be.

Okay?

- Okay.

- [Calvin] That was given to
us by our founding fathers.

(Calvin talking indistinctly)

It's our fault that we
have turned our backs

while the mud races with
their Jew lawyers...

The victory is inside us.

We are growing everywhere we go.

Thousands

are joining.

But we must, we must

have the courage

to win it!

(cheering)

(dramatic music)

(coughing)

- Keep it together, Vinnie,

keep it together,
keep it together.

Come on, Vin, keep it together.

(crying)

(chattering)

- Hey, did it look good?

Did the cross look good?

I was too close to
tell, was it all right?

- No, no, it's really nice.

- Hey.

Did you talk to the guys
about the weapons or what?

- Ah, no.

- [Vinnie] Well you bring me
out here in the pouring rain

to listen to this?

- The reason he's so
hotheaded is because

he's been on his hands and
knees snorting gas fumes.

Ride with me.

I'll take you back to your car.

- That's a good idea.

(solemn music)

- Mind if I turn on the radio?

- Whatever.

(country music)

(birds chirping)

- That was some day.

Standing up there,

the four of us,

saying your first novina.

I was so proud of you.

You told me one time

revenge only hurts
those who use it.

I guess you were right.

What I'm doing now
is for you, Pete.

These people are too
stupid to waste my life on.

Too unworthy to
punish for yours.

See you finally got me
to do something your way.

So if you get a chance,

(sighs)

put in a word with
the boss for me.

He always understood
you better than me.

Tell him I'm gonna finish
this the best way I can.

(sighs)

- Vinnie?

- What are you
doing here, Angie?

- Came to give you a ride back.

Your mom said you'd
come out here.

- Pal.

Go ahead, keep your change.

Forget about it.

(sighs)

- These guys killed Pete.

I found his St.
Christopher medal

in the grill of one
of their trucks.

I had a feeling about it,
but I wasn't facing it.

Maybe that's why I was
so worried about Richie.

I was using him as my
excuse to dig in with this,

I don't know.

When I saw that truck,

I knew that that was the
truck that killed Pete,

and I knew that they killed him

because of what he
said on television.

I opened that hood, and I knew

that I was gonna find his St.
Christopher medal in there.

How did I know that, Angie?

- I don't know, Vinnie.

- Maybe these people,

Pooley and Hollis and all
the rest of those slobs,

they think they
can't make it like

because of Affirmative Action,

or Jewish businesses
won't hire 'em,

but it never occurs to them
that maybe it's because

there's not a high
school diploma in the
whole bunch of 'em.

It's a Disneyland for morons,

they got cassettes
and T-shirts...

The only reason they killed Pete

was 'cause he stood
for everything that
they were against.

- What do you stand for?

Hmm?

I always had a tough time
believing you were a criminal.

Danny never believed it.

- Yeah, well, Danny always did
have a soft spot for my BS.

- Who's Uncle Mike?

- Angie, don't mess
with this, Angie--

- Vinnie, I love you.

I really love you.

I mean I thought maybe it
could be something more

than a sisterly
love or a cousin's.

Maybe it still can be.

I believe in you with all
my heart, and this hurts me.

I've gotta know.

- Knowing doesn't
always help, Angie.

You gotta believe me.

- Vinnie.

Life without risks
just isn't life.

It's just existence.

You have to care
enough to trust me.

I mean, I'm in this with you
whether you tell me or not.

It's just much
harder not knowing.

(solemn music)

- You tell me to take care
of Terranova's brother,

and then you set up a
deal for guns with him?

Are you out of your mind?

He's crawling around
under my truck.

I ran his brother
down with that truck.

I want to get rid of Terranova.

- Hmm.

Well he's going to be

hard to take, hmm?

- Give him some cash.

A down payment.

And tell him we want 2000 guns

for a big meet
upstate at New Eden.

Guys from all the
regions of the country.

He takes the orders from them,

and gets the rest of
the money in advance.

Only what he gets instead
is a face full of buckshot

and a shallow grave
in the mountains.

- I just wanted to
hear you say it.

And I want

Richie to be there.

- Going to The New Eden,
it's someplace in the hills

in upstate New York.

- I didn't know it
was so close by.

- Yeah, it surprised me too.

Tell McPike that I'll be leaving
the gas station about 6:00,

it'd be nice if I
didn't have to face

that pack of mouth
breathers alone.

- You got it, son.

- Okay.

(horn honks)

- Where's Calvin?

- He'll meet us up there.

- You're not gonna believe this.

Terranova's on the loose.

McPike and a carload of
feds are tailing him.

- All right, read our
position to Minski

and get through to Fawke.

Tell him we got something
and I think it's fake.

We're gonna need
troopers rolling, man.

This is their playground.

(suspenseful music)

- What's Terranova doing out?

I thought you guys were
holding him in federal lockup.

- What do you say we
don't get into this now?

- I got troopers on
their way up here, Frank.

All I'm looking for from
you is the ball score.

- We turned Terranova.

He's working something
for us on the inside.

- Well that's cute.

You turned a cop killer
to work something for you.

- He didn't kill Emmett Hicks.

- I say he did.

- What kind of a goof
do you think I am?

Terranova's playing
an inside game for us.

I got an alibi for
him during the time

of that armored car job.

- And you're now just
remembering to tell me that?

Get outta here, McPike.

- Let me tell you something,

these guys are
white supremacists.

Terranova is a mob smarthead,
he didn't kill people,

he steals from 'em.

Now these guys
probably killed Hicks

because they thought
he was the wrong color.

That's the kind of dumbass
operation they run.

Now I call the shots.

Now you wanna play,
I'll let you play,

but that's as good a
deal as I'm gonna make.

Now what do you say?

- Okay.

I'll tell my men
to come in soft.

- All right, this is all
standard, let's get in position.

- [Vinnie] There's
supposed to be 20 guys here

with bags of money.

- The've been delayed.

- All right, so where's Calvin?

- This is it, Vince.

(suspenseful music)

Your private party.

Go through him, see
if he's packing.

Check outside and make
sure everything's cool.

Hurry it up, how long does
it take to pat him down?

Okay kid, give me the gun.

(shouts)

(gun fires)

- Hey!

- Get off him, get on
your stomach, damn you!

Get on your stomach!

Don't you look at me!

- We still got
custody of Terranova,

but I'm gonna see what I
can do to change all that.

Meantime, I'm gonna
hold onto this one.

We'll worry about
jurisdiction later.

- Be just fine.

Out.

- Where's Calvin?

- He didn't show.

We still got nothing on Pooley.

- What about Corker?

- He's the guy that hit Pete.

It was his truck.

- When did you find this out?

- Last night.

- Why you holding this
back from me, Vince?

You weren't playing
catchup, were you?

- Frank, I called you.

I was up here being a cop.

I want that guy dealt
with by the system, Frank.

I want him charged and
tried and sentenced.

- You're growing up.

- Well well, what
do we got here?

Mud people all
dressed up in blue.

Get outta my cell.

- You killed Emmett Hicks.

- Who the hell is Emmett Hicks?

I got my rights, nigger.

Get out.

- I've got a perfect
match for your prints

at the armored car heist.

- Animals.

Mud people.

- Aint that the truth.

But every now and then,
the mud people get lucky.

(phone ringing)

- What you got this
time, fellas, jaywalking?

- Murder charge.

Now you guys can file it.

Hit and run on Father Peter
Terranova, first degree.

I want to serve this
on Corker myself.

It's a promise I made to a
friend who couldn't be here.

- No can do, Frank.

- You guys can book it,

this is not a
jurisdictional problem.

- It sure is, and
it's a big one.

You want to book Mr. Corker,

you're gonna have to
do it in the hereafter.

Personally, I don't
want him that bad.

- What are you talking about?

He's dead?

- He's either dead or one
hell of a practical joker.

Poor guy hung
himself in his cell.

- Sports section decode,
not Hamilton trying.

- How you doing, Vinnie T?

- If you play by the rules,

and the system lets you down,

what do you do?

I'm a little confused.

I thought we could
talk about it.

(solemn music)

(dramatic music)