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- [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.

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