All language subtitles for Wiseguy S02 E18 The One That Got Away 1080p AC3 BluRay x264 (1)

[woman] Tonight, on Wiseguy...

Newquay took out
a restraining order.

You were to vacate the building.

I'm here for the duration.

I need to know everything
about a man

called Vincent Terranova.

[Vince] He went after me
and he got me.

I might as well
take a cab downtown

and shoot him 'cause
that's the only way

I'm gonna feel safe.

You owe me
eight million dollars.

[Vince] I'm sorry.

But I'm gonna have to shoot you.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[pinball machine rattling,
beeping]

Your coffee is ready.

[Vince] Hey.

Hey, hey, pal!

You wanna conduct business
or what?

Oh, sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, pal.

I can make life unbearable
for an ex-felon,

no matter how much

you're supposed to
have reformed.

And what is that, a threat?

Yeah.

[Amber] You wanna cut out
the peacock parade?

We're trying to save
our business here.

God, men, honest to God.

It's all right, Mrs. Twine.

[sighs] Okay, look,

this is a full accounting
of Shakala income

over the last seven years.

We, uh, forgot
to pay royalties to artists

and taxes to the government.

A sum total of 239,100 dollars,
including penalties,

through the end of this month.

We will have full payment
for you within 48 hours.

Mr. McPike, I really appreciate
what you're doing

to keep Isaac out of prison.

[Isaac]
Where are you going, babe?

[Amber] I'm going to the bank

to borrow against my equity
in this building.

And then, I'm signing you up
for gamblers anonymous.

[chuckles]

Mr. McPike, Mr. Terranova.

- Mrs. Twine.
- Bye

[laughs]

Women. You ever have
any trouble with them, McPike?

[laughs]

You're funny little man,
ain't you?

[laughs]

Not as long as I have your yams
in my pocket, I'm not.

You have a reason
for being here?

I sold Dead Dog Records to Isaac

with the agreement that
I'd be involved in the business.

Now he lost the company
to Newquay

and he won't live up
to his end of the bargain.

That reason enough for you?

You know, you're a scam artist.

And I have no doubt as soon as
you figure out how

you'll run a scam
on the government.

And since I figure to be
the recipient of that hustle,

I'm gonna watch you like a hawk.

As long as
you're working for us,

I wanna know every move you make
and why you're making it.

Cleans are the biggest rip-off
in this business.

Now--

Counterfeit tapes,
CDs, and records, okay?

Now if you let me leave,
I'll find out what kind of game

Winston is playing.

How are you gonna find out?

[Isaac] Oh, Winston thinks
I'm one of his.

And believe me,
I can smell it like the steam

from this coffee.

Frank, I want
Shakala Records back

and I wanna hurt the man
who stole it from me.

And I do not wanna
go to jail for it.

So why don't you just let me
get outta here

and start being your snitch?

All right, you go,
but you do not do anything rash.

- [sighs] Come on, Vincenzio.
- Yep.

No, he's gonna stay here
for a little talk.

Hey, don't start rousting
my people.

You know, sport,
you better not push your luck.

No, it's all right Isaac,
go ahead. It's okay.

[door shuts]

You know, it is not easy

pretending that
I do not know you.

Yeah, no kidding.

Can I trust this guy?

Isaac's been ripping off
his artists

to feed his gambling habits.

Losing his company to Newquay

has gotten it out of his system.

He lost it in a card game.

The guy is a risk junkie,
you cannot trust a junkie.

Then he'll do it for Amber.

She talked him into
taking the immunity.

He'll do anything he has to
not to lose her.

And yesterday afternoon,

Newquay took out
a restraining order

keeping you and Travis from
entering Radiance Recordings.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, that's just terrific.

[mutters]

I guess it doesn't matter
anyway.

The only edge I had with Newquay
was Eddie Tempest.

Now with him dead,
I don't have any leverage.

Even if I could
get in the building,

it wouldn't help anything.

You can get into the building.

There is a show cause order
in response,

it'll keep you there
for the time being,

I want you to keep an eye
on Isaac.

What about Travis?

Well, since you two are

I included him
in the show cause,

although I'm not crazy about it.

Oh, you mean because I'm
a government agent

manipulating a private citizen,
right?

Yeah.

Well, what is it I see
you doing with Twine?

That's different.

How is it different?

- Different--different because--
- Because?

Because I'm doing it.

Oh, I see.

Because Twine has full knowledge
of how I'm using him.

Now, don't you have a job
to go fight for something?

- [woman] I'm sorry.
- [Isaac] It's all right.

- [woman] He can't be disturbed.
- [Isaac] It's okay.

[door shuts]

Isaac.

Claudia is dead.

I know.

Do you know how she died?

Come on, get up,
stand up, be a man, huh?

She pitched over a parapet
in coital euphoria

with a teenager.

I found them.

A heap of...

interlocked flesh...

mashed into the concrete patio.

Oh, for God's sake, Winston,
when she was alive,

you wanted to kill her.

Irony is such a bitter pill.

Hey, come on, come on,
enough of that.

Come here.

Come on.

[grunts]

Irony is everywhere.

You work for me.

[laughing] Isn't that ironic?

I once fancied myself
as a bit of a beatnik.

Irony is the stem of the rose.

I know I appear to be
a cruel man.

We've been friends for 20 years.

All I ever wanted was
for you to work for me.

That isn't cruelty.

I just wanted to protect you
from yourself.

I wanted to give you the room
to flourish without...

giving you the freedom
to indulge your excesses.

Well, thanks, but I don't wanna
play Sun City, pal.

Do you think I'm insincere?

I think you're loaded.

[sobbing] I messed up.

I...I can't bear it without--

For God's sake, come on,
get a hold of yourself.

Well, if you gotta go through
whatever it is

you're going through,

maybe you ought to
check into Betty Ford,

and let me run the business
for a while.

I've got nobody
to play my games with anymore.

And it stinks, I know.

But, you can't expect
the market to stop

and grieve with you,

it's gonna roll right over you.

[somber music]

Yes, you're right.

[phone beeping]

Richard, come get the artwork.

[Isaac chuckles]

I hope you're packed.

I see grief hasn't dulled
your grasp after all, huh?

Eddie the macabre
is irresistible.

Served the little bugger right,

bumping uglies with my wife
is gonna cost him

more than his life.

Ah, Mr. Bickle,
ready for your flight?

Here's the artwork.

[tense music]

You're on the next flight
to Tokyo.

[Richard] Yes, sir.

Thank you for renewing
my spirit, Isaac.

[Bobby] I can't believe
this is happening.

We're finished.

Donesky.

We had it in our hands, Vinnie,

twenty million dollars
Newquay offered us for Dead Dog,

and you said no.

You said no.

This is a restraining order.

Says I'm to vacate the building
immediately.

I've been thrown out.

Hey,

relax.

Relax, are you on drugs?

We're ruined.

All the work I put in
and this has to happen again.

I--I--I'm not a bad person.

Can't you give me a break?

Mr. Terranova?

I guess not.

Yes?

Regard yourself
as being duly served.

This is a preliminary injunction
granted ex parte.

You are to vacate these premises
and are barred

from all operations associated
with Radiance Recording.

Same to you pal.

What's this?

This is a cease
and desist order,

which means you have to
show cause to have us evicted.

[dramatic music]

Eh, I watch People's Court .

You were to vacate the building.

Mm, wrong again Winston.

I've got my own
court order here.

I thought I'd stop by personally
to tell you

that I'm here for the duration.

It's dated the same day
that ours was drawn up.

I'm not a sycophant, Winston.

I am a Sicilian.

And we view alliances
with a fatalistic eye.

Eddie Tempest is dead,

Johnny Medley's been
thrown off a roof,

Diana Price had to leave
the country to hide from you,

and you stole
another man's livelihood

in a crooked card game.

All of this makes me realize
who I'm dealing with.

Now you will honor my contract
with Dead Dog,

or you will become one.

[tense music]

And you,

you're nothing but a lackey.

[music continues]

Let's go, Travis, come on.

I need to be alone now.

Get me Phillip Kenderson,
it's urgent.

[phone ringing]

[woman over phone]
Winston Newquay is on the line.

Winston, how are you?

Phillip, this is critical.

I need to know everything
about a man called

Vincent Terranova.

Hold on Winston.

[dramatic music]

[typing]

Okay Winston, what's the name?

Vincent Terranova,
T-E-double-R-A-N-O-V-A.

In his early thirties.

I know he's from Brooklyn.

I know he's been in prison.

I know he's supposed to be
a mobster, but I need more.

I need everything.

It would help if you had
a social security number.

Linny,

give Phillip Kenderson,

Mr. Terranova's
social security number.

[typing]

[music continues]

- [indistinct chatter]
- Excuse me, Senator.

[tense music]

[man] Good evening,
Senator Trent.

Can I help you?

[man] I'm from
the director's office,

you requested this.

Have a good evening, sir.

You too.

[music continues]

What is this?

Philip.

You know what this is?

No, but I'll take care of it.

Fine.

[music continues]

Another Brooklyn bent-nose.

[pinball machine rattling,
beeping]

Wait a se--hey!
I was on a run here.

I'm gonna have
the damn thing removed.

Hallelujah.

[chuckles]

McPike,

McPike, I got Winston,
I got him.

I got him.

[laughing]
And there was nothing to it.

Baby, why don't you break out
some champagne to celebrate?

You just wait a second.

I will be the one who decides
whether we celebrate or not.

Richard Bickel.

Richard Bickel.

Richard--come on.

Frank, right, right.

Richard Bickel,

is Newquay's main goon.

He left this morning
from Newquay's office for Japan.

And do you know
what he was taking with him?

Well?

Come on, guess.

Isaac, Mr. McPike is currently
the only thing

between you and the joint.

Maybe taunting him
isn't such a good idea.

Come on, baby,
the man's a pinball player.

Richard Bickel.

He took camera-ready artwork
to Japan.

Listen to me.

Eddie Tempest hasn't been
in the ground a week,

and Newquay is preparing
an Eddie Tempest live album.

The artwork he had
were for covers of CDs,

cassettes, and vinyl.

He'll make a fortune.

Do you understand, Frank?

The man is running off cleans.

You follow Richard Bickel
and you will find

Winston Newquay's undeclared
pot of gold.

Come on, get on it, Frank,
I want my business back.

[Frank] When did he leave?

This morning, straight from
Radiance Recordings.

All right, that means
he can't be there yet.

We'll have somebody on him
the minute he touches down.

[Isaac laughs] All right.

If you'll excuse me.

[chuckles]

Go get him, Frankie!

[laughs]

Excuse me, wha...what is this
supposed to be?

I am shaking off
the prison ethic embedded in me.

I mean, even the idea
of ratting on a guy,

or being a snitch
was abhorrent to my soul.

But you know what?

No.

I'm having fun. [laughs]

I can't wait to see the look on
Newquay's face when I say,

"Gotcha!" [chuckles]

It's 9:15 Bobby.

Office hours are 8:30 until six.

Yeah.

The legal department has
been through your contract.

Radiance Recording is obliged
to give you access

to its business.

You are obliged
to adhere to its policy.

That includes
getting here on time.

Otherwise you're fired.

Why do you have to
abuse me Winston?

I got 20 years in this business,
I bleed for it.

All I want's a little respect
and a fair paycheck.

Why do you have to talk to me
like I'm an imbecile?

You're America's
most common resource, Bobby.

The adequate professional.

You're along for the ride,
you play at it.

You want to enjoy luxury.

You don't crave
the satisfaction of success.

Men like you
don't enhance a business,

they simply occupy space.

So why don't you run along
and occupy yours?

Why don't you go to hell?

Well, there's a lively retort.

Yeah?

Well, how about this?

I want copies of all artists'
contracts, flow sheets,

performance records,
album delivery, status reports,

explanation
of overhead charge-offs,

and I want a cross-reference
of royalty payments to sales.

[laughs]

At last,
evidence of a sense of humor.

That's the deal Winston.

I'll be here on time
and you'll give me access

to the business.

I want what I asked for now,
damn it.

Stay right there.

You want access Travis?

Here it is.

Give me the jacket.

Give it to me.

Get out.

There's your access
to Radiance Recording.

No correspondence will enter
this building without

going through your hands first.

Now, I would call that
access to the business.

You and Terranova will become
Radiance Recordings'

postal partners.

And if either one of you
are late again, you're fired.

[tense music]

Don't even think about it,
Bobby.

Vinnie.

[music continues]

We still don't have
one concrete link

to any criminal activities.

These arrived
by diplomatic pouch,

more than a dozen
Radiance Recording products

we believe are cleans.

The trail leads virtually
across the globe.

Lichtenstein and [indistinct],
Singapore, Hong Kong,

Netherlands, Antilles, Jakarta.

Some of these places, I don't
even know where they are.

[Mark] The Caymans
are always in the loop.

Bickel always makes a stop
in the Caymans.

[Frank] Ah, [indistinct],

smuggle recordings
into Europe and Asia,

suitcases of unreported money
in Newquay's private account

in the Caymans.

OCB is not gonna get the Caymans
to cooperate on a record scam.

Nothing on the incoming.

Newquay's accounts show
no suspicious personal income

from foreign territories.

What's that supposed to mean?

If he's making cash from cleans,

he's being smart with the money.

He's keeping it off-shore.

What do you mean if?

In the course of a couple hours,

our embassy came up with these.

They're all
Radiance Recording artists,

including this thing.

"The Last Songs
of Eddie Tempest."

They hit the retail chains
in Tokyo yesterday morning.

There is no record
of it being released here.

Newquay is taking
Eddie Tempest's tombstone

and turning it
into a cash register.

As long as it's ringing up
off-shore,

there's not a lot
we can do about it.

The money has to come home

or we have to establish that
Newquay was directly responsible

for smuggling the music
out of the country,

which is next to impossible.

The countries in the loop

where Newquay is most likely
to drop money,

exist as nations
for the sole purpose

of hiding the wealth
of robber barons.

We're not gonna crack through.

No, that's it Frank.

That's all, that's it.
That's the end. Game.

Nothing we can do.

This one got away.

Guess Vinnie'll have to go back
to working crime

without a backbeat.

Thanks, Mark.

I'm gonna give Vinnie the news.

[Bobby]
Close the door and lock it.

What are you doing?

You're not gonna believe this,
but Newquay's assigned us

to the mail room.

I was livid
until I realized that

some of the most important
players in show business

caught their big break
opening other people's mail.

You know what's here Vinnie?

A two million-dollar pay or play
film deal for Eddie Tempest,

Newquay was to get
50 percent of it,

and an executive
producers' credit.

Director of PR has had
three abortions

and is already getting kickbacks
from the clinic

if she sends
new customers to him.

Oh, you'll love this.

Here's an offer that suggests

Newquay is already
shopping Shakala

to a West German conglomerate.

This is a microcosm
of contemporary America.

Yeah, but can you dance to it?

Man, I really dropped the ball
on this one.

What's that?

Ah. I took my eye off the ball.

I was having too much fun.

I didn't--I didn't focus
fully on business.

Ah, it doesn't matter.

Next case.

[indistinct] mood swing.

Well, it's pretty clear
Newquay's not gonna give,

which leaves us with
two years employment as

the world's highest-paid
mail boys.

[Bobby] Well, at least you're
getting paid for Dead Dog.

[Vince] Nah, that money
goes back to the investors.

At least you got
a job out of it, right?

Yeah.

Maybe you can use
this job to get another job.

I'm sure Winston'd pay off
your contract,

just to get you out of his hair.

[tense music]

I'm gonna get out of
this business Bobby.

[quietly] I'm clean.

You should get out of Radiance
as soon as you can.

Can't believe it, he's a cop.

You're a cop!

[dramatic music]

[whistling]

Now, get in the cab
and do not say a word.

Get in, come on.

[indistinct] Docks.

[music continues]

[Vince] All right,
now where'd you get this?

[Bobby]
It was in Newquay's mail.

Did Newquay see it?

No, I opened it
while we were talking.

Where did it come from?

From the Dirksen building.

Where's the envelope?

It's back at the office.

You ran me out of there so fast,

I didn't have time to consider
you might need it.

You're really a cop.

I can't believe it.

You're on some
big investigation, aren't you?

I was.

This is just swell.

You used me.

You suckered me.

You used all my contacts.

You took advantage of
my reputation.

Oh, come on Travis,
you were this close

to being indigent.

Well, that makes it
that much more

of a scummy thing to do.

Damn it.

I watched you make some of
the boldest moves

I've ever seen anybody make,

and I thought to myself,
this guy's nuts,

or he's the savviest
wheeler-dealer I've ever met,

but you weren't taking
any risks.

You were being bank-rolled
by the frigging government.

I--I put my life in your hands.

You owe me
eight million dollars.

What?

Newquay offered us 20 million
for Dead Dog.

If you'd have been a businessman
instead of a federal snoop,

you'd have taken the money.

Forty percent was mine.

You owe me
eight million dollars.

I'm sorry about this.

That makes all the difference.

No, I am.

I'm looking at a career
in shambles.

I'm sorry...

So what?

...but I'm gonna have to
shoot you.

Huh?

I don't want to,

but I have to.

You know who I am.

Well...

Sure I'm mad at you, but I mean,

I would never say anything.

You know that.

Do you have any idea how many
people would be after me

if they knew I was a cop?

Do you know how many people
would be compromised

if I were tortured into talking?

You can't be serious.

Travis,

I looked at you and all I see
is you blabbering all over town

about your
undercover experience.

But nobody listens to me.

[tense music]

I didn't hear anything,
I didn't say anything.

I'm the Helen Keller
of the music business.

I got a--I got a memory
Reagan'd be proud of.

Vinnie in the name of God,
stop it, please!

Well, how do you like that?
[sighs]

I forgot my gun.

My heart.

You really had me goin' there.

Bobby,

I am serious.

What you know about me
could get me killed.

That is the truth.

My life is in your hands.

I consider you my friend.

I would never do anything
to hurt a friend.

That's all I can tell you.

Know it's not much.

It's all I got.

Okay.

I do have a big mouth.

Guess it'll keep you up
nights worrying.

Sort of makes us even,
doesn't it?

Yeah, sort of.

So what do you investigate?

Cleans, cutouts,

scams guys like Newquay
run on naive artists.

The thing you've been
harping on me about

since the day I met you.

Isaac's working with you,
isn't he?

Twine doesn't know I'm a cop.

The reason I didn't go after him
is because he got nailed

on other charges and he worked
out a deal for immunity.

As far as he's concerned,

the only reason
I'm after Newquay

is 'cause of my interest
in Dead Dog.

But you can't get to Newquay,
can you?

No.

Of course not.

I thought I taught you something
about this business.

Newquay's dirty deals are his,
lock, stock, and barrel.

He counterfeits
his artist's recordings

and sells them overseas

and he keeps the money overseas

so you can't track it.

I could have told you that
the day we met.

Well gee, thanks Bobby,
I feel a whole lot better

knowing that.

Hey, if you wanted
to get Newquay,

you gotta dangle something
in his face that he wants,

but doesn't control.

Let me ask you something,

if you could get Newquay,

would I stand to gain
anything out of it?

Such as?

I don't know,

Dead Dog Records?

What do you got, Travis?

The Eddie Tempest
basement tapes.

[upbeat music]

[music playing over radio]

[Bobby]
It's the dream scam, Mr. McPike.

And Winston'd be salivating
like Pavlov's dog.

And Isaac can sell it.

It's the heart full of larceny
Newquay knows he has.

Oh, stop.

Stop, just please stop.

- [radio clicks off]
- No, not that, him.

You know, what have
I gotten myself into?

Every time I turn around,

somebody wants me to promise
them a record company.

What do I look like?

Travis has got as much right
to Dead Dog as anybody.

That's not the point.

I don't know how to keep who
knows what from who.

Travis knows
you're a federal agent,

Twine doesn't know, but
Twine's a federal informant,

the three of you,
for reasons I can't fathom,

are working on the same case,

and I'm about to find myself in
the same room with all of you,

pretending I don't know
any of you,

in order to bring down a guy

the three of you
are working for.

As sure as I'm sittin' here,

this case is gonna
blow up in my face.

Why should that happen?

[both]
'Cause you got a big mouth.

Oh, Vinnie.

I don’t even know how
to pull the plug on this one.

We gotta get you outta this,
now.

Yeah.

We gotta pull the slats out
from underneath Newquay.

He went after me, Frank,
and he got me.

Thank God
he likes humiliating people,

if he hadn't demoted Travis
to mail boy,

he woulda ended up with
my classified file.

[Frank] We haven't got a case.

Well, then we better
make one up.

He's not happy unless
he's hurtin' people

and I made it to
the top of his priority list.

If we don't put the pressure
on him,

I might as well take a cab
downtown and shoot him,

'cause that's the only way
I'm gonna feel safe.

[sighs] All right.

It's all right,
but this scam does not work.

Sure it does.

That tape is Eddie Tempest and
Monroe Blue working out licks

in Tempest's basement studio.

Newquay's been making a killing
off Eddie's death,

he'll jump at another chance
to make the cash register ring.

Newquay owns the rights

to everything Eddie Tempest
ever recorded,

there is nothing illegal about
selling the record.

[Vince] Yeah, but he doesn't own
a lick of Monroe Blue.

The second he writes a check
for that master

and ships it for
foreign distribution,

he's committing fraud.

[Frank]
It'll never stand up in court.

Why not?

It's entrapment.

You've got a government agent,
a government informant or two,

enticing Newquay
into committing a crime.

That's your opinion.

[Frank]
It's a well-founded opinion.

I say let the court decide.

And even if it does
go down that way,

at least we get
a couple of things out of it.

- [Frank] Like what?
- We expose this scum

for the thief he is.

You're suggesting we expose
an innocent man.

Innocent?

[Frank] It's a basic tenet
of democracy,

innocent until proven guilty.

Not that we should let that
stand in the way of a good time.

If opposing we hold this
innocent man

up to a public ridicule
and shame,

it could destroy his business

and the careers of
several thousand people

who are dependent on it.

And all this by way of
premeditated malice

because the only case we have
is by way of entrapment.

I can't argue the point,
I know you're right.

On the other hand, though...

somewhere in
the Dirksen Building,

is someone that's guilty
of high treason

as far as I'm concerned.

And they're guilty of it
in collusion

with your innocent man.

[Kenderson]
It's a home rule bill,

it's in the wrong sub-committee,

and we're not going to
entertain a vote on it

until it's moved
through proper channels.

I got some people here
from the director's office,

I'll get back to you.

- Phillip Kender--
- In the office.

No, just in the office.

- [Frank] Senator Trent?
- Yes, sir.

Unless there is
a satisfactory explanation

as to why you shipped
classified information

on an undercover agent to the
subjects of his investigation,

I have been authorized
to affect your arrest

on the charge of high treason.

- What? What?!
- [tense music]

Mr. Kenderson, I hold a warrant
in your name on the same charge.

What do you mean
the game's over?

We cannot connect Newquay
to the cleans.

If you guys can't find Newquay's
counterfeit recordings,

you must be dumb as mud.

I didn't saw
we couldn't find them,

I said we cannot connect
him to them

It is over, Isaac.

What about my company?
What about Shakala?

[sighs] We're working this
in our own way,

there's a good chance
it'll produce results for you.

Is this a kiss-off or what?

What about the immunity, Frank?

Still stands,
we're dropping all the charges.

If I don't get my business back,
it almost doesn't matter.

[Frank]
Well, we're working on that.

Then let me in on it.

I've been head-to-head
with this guy for over 20 years.

Yes, you have,
and you've been losing.

But I can win this one, just...

just gimme a chance

There is nothing to win with.

- Well, make up something.
- No. I don't do that.

This stinks!

[Frank]
Well, I am sorry about that,

that's the way things go.

Now...

you behave yourself, Isaac.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

[Isaac] Yeah, yeah, it's clear.

All right. You have a little
patience, things'll work out.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Frank.

Well, that's it.

We can get ourselves
a mobile home

and move to Daytona Beach.

Isaac, you're free, baby.

No prison. You're a lucky man.

If I was truly lucky,

I'd have the satisfaction
of sticking it to Winston.

Ah, this is just a pass
they hand out to old men.

And what can he do?

He's not a gamesman
like me and Winston.

He can't set the hook
if he ain't got the bait.

[tense music]

Look at this guy.

He's not gonna make it, Frank.

[Frank] He better.

He'll spend the rest of
his natural life

in a Fort MacArthur brig.

Look at him,
he's sweatin' like a pig,

Newquay hasn't even
shown up yet.

[Frank] No, but Twine has.

Hell's he doing here?

[Vince] Well, this is a music
industry hang-out, Frank,

you know, power breakfast.

[man] Newquay's here.

[Frank]
And so's Big Mouth, great.

You're supposed to be
in the mail room.

I've got a half an hour.

There's no hurry
to seat this person.

[music continues]

Miserable little twit.

[Winston over mic]
Good to see you.

[over mic]
Good to see you, Winston.

[Winston]
Oh, what have we here?

[imitating Winston]
"What have we here?"

Well, this I know.

[scoffs] And this.

Everything here
is what I told you.

Further information
is available.

But I have to grease
the right wheels.

Well, what is it that you want?

It's pretty important.

Do you actually have
the information?

Actually, no.

But I have a potential
of access to it

based on your generosity.

Well, let's be vulgar.

Name your price.

I really don't know.

- Five thousand.
- Is that what you'd pay?

Is that what you want?

He's toying with him.

We give him a chance.

I have to take back
your best offer if that's it.

It was a question.

Are you ready to order now?

Give me a few seconds.

Hey, slap a wire on me.

What are you doing?

Listen to him dancin' around
the numbers,

he knows it's a set-up.

C'mon.

- What for?
- 'Cause it's my case, Frank.

Come on, will ya?

[line ringing]

[over phone] Hello?

[Vince over phone] Have you got
the basement tapes?

Yeah.

All right, you're on.

Now listen,
don't ask any questions.

Take the tape to I--
Stop looking around!

Take the tape to Isaac
and lay down your scam.

Tell him it's now or never

and tell him that
McPike's watching and listening.

And put your phone on speaker
and leave it open.

- But--but--
- [Vince] Do it!

And for God's sake,
don't tell 'im who I am.

Do it Travis.
You want Dead Dog or what?

[music continues]

I'm with Isaac Twine.

- Uh, good morning, Bobby.
- Hi.

This tape is Eddie Tempest
and Monroe Blue.

Um, grapefruit, coffee,
skim milk, and wheat toast,

and cancel this gentleman's
order, he won't be staying.

[inaudible]

Go back to your people
and get a firm figure

and then we'll talk.

This is a one-time offer.

So be it.

Goodbye, Phillip.

[music continues]

You go down there,
this is as good as gone.

Let's hope Twine knows
how to play out

this little improvisation
of yours

and Bobby doesn't open
his mouth.

- [both laughing]
- All right!

Um...

Miss, would you tell Mr. Newquay

that Mr. Twine and Eddie Tempest
would like to see him over here.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

Mr. Newquay,

Mr. Twine asked if you would
join him and Eddie Tempest.

Isaac, Amber.

Bobby, you're fired.

[Isaac chuckles]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Something good's
about to happen.

The motherload.
Eddie Tempest's basement tapes,

recorded in secret sessions
in Eddie's basement.

Uh-uh, Winnie.

I own everything
that Eddie recorded.

If that tape is legitimate,
it belongs to me.

Oh, it's real, all right.

The sweet, husky blues,
wailed by Eddie Tempest...

[music playing indistinctly
over headphones]

...and Monroe Blue.

[laughs] Right, Sammy.

You don't own
a lick of Mr. Blue.

I do.

And you assets are separate
and apart from Isaac's.

Isn't that funny
how that works Winston?

Well, it's been a morning
for interesting propositions.

What's yours?

Your slab of beef over there

took an Eddie Tempest
live album to Japan.

You're running off
cleans Winston,

and I wanna a piece of that pie.

And this is the price
for my slice.

Run along Travis.

Excuse me, I don't have to go--

Run along.

Go on, Bobby.

You're taking advantage
of a moment of weakness.

Who'd I learned that from?

[both laughing]

Oh, we are a couple of rogues.

Aren't we Isaac?

The cleans Winston.

You know I can do it
without you.

Oh, I think you're a little long
in the tooth for that game

all by your ownsome.

Oh, but he's not alone Winston.

We can do it without you.

See,

Isaac just didn't
explain it right.

What we're saying is that

we'll cut you in
for a slice of our pie

because your distribution
machine is better oiled

and bigger than ours,

but don't think
ours doesn't work.

Come on, we're wasting
our time, Isaac.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now...I'm making a bloody
fortune from Eddie's cleans.

He's worth more to me
dead than alive.

You give me the master and
I'll cut you in on it

for more money than your
distribution arm

could ever dream of.

[Winston chuckles over phone]

I wish all my artists would
get hot and then drop dead.

Cleans would be so much neater.

You want a show in good faith?

We're moving.

[tense music]

It's 50,000 dollars.

I thought I might be buying
something else this morning.

[Frank] Mr. Newquay,
you're under arrest.

Gotcha!

- [Isaac laughing]
- [indistinct chatter]

Criminal conspiracy,
copyright infringement, fraud,

tax evasion, and
a generally annoying attitude.

All right, let's go.

Get him out.

Out, out.

[Isaac laughs]

I got you, Winston, I got ya.

I got a good bail bondsman,
why don't you give me a call?

Call my attorney.

- [Isaac exclaims excitedly]
- [Amber laughs]

Oh, baby, I got him.

Baby! Oh, we got him.

[smooching]

[Amber] Did you see
the look on his face?

[both laughing]

Hey!

Vinnie, what just happened?

Well, Bobby.

you just personally affected
the arrest

and probable career demise
of sir Winston Newquay.

- I did?
- Hey, don't count on it.

This case has more holes
in it than Swiss cheese.

Does Newquay know I did this?

No, he has no idea.

You're safe.

[sighs heavily] That's good.

Well,

what's gonna happen to him?

[cell door rattling]

My lawyer will be here
in 15 minutes.

In 15 minutes,
you'll be all washed up.

Do you hear me?

Well, do you?

[man] Hey, shut up!

[inmate] Ouch.

[tense music]

You are sitting on my cot.

[music intensifies]

You're Winston Newquay?

Listen!

I got it, man.

[feet tapping]

♪ Coming to you ♪

♪ On a dirt road ♪

♪ Good loving ♪

♪ I got a truck load ♪

♪ And when you got it ♪

♪ You got somethin' ♪

♪ So don't you worry ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm coming ♪

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[scatting]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[imitating guitar]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[scatting]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[imitating drums]

♪ Got what I got ♪

- ♪ The hard way ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ Gonna make it better ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ Each and every day ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ So honey ♪
- ♪ Ow! ♪

♪ Don't you fret ♪

- ♪ 'Cause you ain't seen ♪
- [harmonica music]

♪ Nothing yet ♪

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

- [imitating guitar]
- ♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[imitating guitar]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[imitating guitar]

♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[imitating guitar]

- ♪ I was brought up ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ On a side street ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ Learned how to love ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ Before I could eat ♪
- [imitating guitar]

- ♪ I was educated ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪

♪ From good stock ♪

♪ Now when I start lovin', oh,
I can't stop ♪

- [inmate] ♪ Ow! ♪
- [Winston imitating guitar]

[both] ♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[inmate] ♪ Hey! ♪
[imitating guitar]

[both] ♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[Winston imitating guitar]

[both] ♪ I'm a soul man ♪

[upbeat rock music]

[men continue singing
indistinctly]

[bright music]