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- [Announcer] Tonight on Wiseguy.

(dramatic music)

- We better get him to the hospital.

I was thinking about putting somebody else in.

- Who?

- The only man I even know who comes

close to being in your league.

- Do I have to tell you what happens to an agent

who doesn't have complete cover?

- No, you do not.

- So then why you bother bringing me

down here for this dog and pony show.

- Because you did not go out on a win, John.

- You too far too fast.

You rattled his cage, now I've gotta crawl in with them.

(dramatic music)

- I don't want you to turn this trip into a David Sternberg

version of the World of Susie Wong.

Honey, help me with these, will ya?

Did you hear what I said David?

- Yes, dad.

- Okay, did you get all your shots?

- Yesterday.

- And you got your tickets?

- [David] Tickets and passport.

- Don't let them use their Sri Lanka charm on you.

- Yes dad.

- Will you stop with the yes dad.

I know what I'm talking about.

You know what these people are gonna do?

They're gonna have this ripe brown goddess,

which a tie tack sticking out of her nose.

She's gonna clean your pipes

and then they gonna let you go home paying three cents

a unit more than what we can get in Georgia.

(kiss smack)

- Sort of a far east version of what we do.

- Don't tell me how to run my business.

- Dad, all I'm saying is, this is my play.

Let me make it, okay?

- David, Sri Lanka--

- You are witnessing lesson number twenty-eight

in the Eli Sternberg book school of convincing and guilt.

- Oh.

- Why do we have to go through this mishegas all the time?

Just trust me, will you please?

70 cent ceiling?

- Alright, alright, I personally

guarantee a 70 cent ceiling.

I have a flight to catch.

- Catch?

- Bye bye Uncle Phil.

- David.

- [David] I'm trusting you to

protect my father from himself.

- I'm still undone.

- So what's your connection with Elrose, Vinnie?

- Security.

- That's an interesting job description.

Simple and to the point.

- Yeah, that's me.

- You're expecting a late delivery?

- Late delivery?

Hey,

hey!

What the hell!

(dramatic music)

Come back here you gunner!

Stop!

You dirty no good!

(car screeching)

Come back, come back!

(screech and boom loudly)

- Eddie, bring the car!

Bring the car!

Are you okay, Vinnie?

- [Phil] How bad is it?

What did you hurt?

We better get him to the hospital.

- Okay, good.

- Here, lift him up.

(dramatic music)

Watch his head.

Wasn't that one of Pinzolo's drivers?

- A man almost got killed

and your worried about one lousy dress?

- Nobody takes from Eli Sternberg!

- That's it, isn't it?

It always has to be about you.

Eddie, Roosevelt Hospital.

(motor revving)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Hey Frank.

- Vince, what is it?

- I'm having a bad couple of weeks here.

I ran into a little problem.

I got clobbered by a cab.

- [Frank] You alright?

- I don't know, I think I might have a broken leg

and some cracked ribs.

They're gonna take me down to some x-rays.

- I'll be right over.

- No, no, no I'll be fine, I'll be fine.

You'll be better off finding

a way into that Pinzolo Banquet.

- There's gonna be some guests there we

should have on our Christmas card list.

You think you can rangle an invite?

- Yeah I think I know a way.

- Okay.

- We've gotta go.

- I gotta go Frank, bye.

(breathing heavily)

(coughing lightly)

Hold up a minute.

Thanks for getting me here.

- It was no trouble.

- I'm in good hands now.

You don't have to hang around.

- I'd do anything to get out of

one of those boring banquets.

I'll bring you some real food when you get back.

- Okay, we'll see you later.

- Okay.

(soft jazzy music)

- Hey Jack!

- Hello Jack, how is my favorite newspaper columnist?

Let's get a drink.

- Ah, he's wallowing in his element.

Problem getting in?

- No, my name was on the guest list

just like you said it would be.

Excuse me gentlemen.

Can I have a ginger ale please?

Thanks.

Well, looks like they rounded up the usual suspects.

- Benny Bozeck, Borneck Transport.

Rovelle Jones from the mayor's office.

I think you have the rest of the cast.

- Ah, it's a real all-star crew.

- Can't tell the players without a program.

- Ha.

Well there's a lovely couple.

Rick Pinzolo and Matt Borkowski.

Why is the head of the Harbor Commission

so bent out of joint?

- [Jack] Borkowski is running for Mayor.

- For this one even, he is nuts.

- I started to take one too many shots to

the head when he was fighting Golden Gloves.

(crowd talking)

Lucky for him he's a better politician than he was a boxer.

- [Frank] Is that the reason for his mating dance?

- [Jack] Well, from what I hear

Pinzolo promised the bank roll,

a big chunk of Borkowski's mayoral campaign.

He pull out at the last minute.

Which means Matty's gotta scramble

if he's gonna fill him war chest.

Maybe Pinzolo doesn't want

a mayor that smells like a cheroot.

- What he doesn't want is the harbor he doesn't control.

You control the harbor, you control New York.

It's a very simple equation.

- You think Borkowski understand it?

- He doesn't have any fancy degrees,

but he's a master of street politics.

- Why doesn't Pinzolo move him up in class

and reward for services rendered?

- Pinzolo's gotta find another puppet first.

- Ah, the waiting must drive Borkowski nuts.

- If he thought he could get away with it.

He pound a dock spike through Pinzolo's forehead.

(tapping lightly)

crowd talking)

- Welcome everybody.

As you know, we are all part of a singularly

unified holistic community called Seventh Avenue.

(audience applause)

Tonight we honor the author of that (mumbles)

Rick Pinzolo as GMTA Man Of The Year.

(audience applause)

- What is that?

I thought you said you were gonna get some real food.

- This is real food.

I went all the way to Bakarnia to get it.

Beats the hell out of the rubber chicken

they're serving at the GMTA dinner tonight.

- Yeah, well I thought that that was a little

bit far west of Fifth Avenue for you.

- Oh, now that I'm such an important maha on Wall Street?

- Yeah.

- You sound like my cousin David.

Sometimes I don't think he realize I'm all grown up.

I've been going to those Garment District dinners

since I was a little girl.

Now all those men who used to want me to sit on their laps,

want to crawl into bed with me.

Literally and figuratively.

- Hmm.

Well you sound like you get some satisfaction outta that.

- You bet I do.

Normally the family Sternberg only leave psychology scars.

- Yeah, I thought I detected a little iciness there.

- Try glacial.

I don't think he even notices.

My mother, she won't even stay in the same room with him.

- Goes back a long way with Eli, doesn't it?

- I used to hide when he came over

to our house to see my father.

- How long did your father work for Eli?

- Eli worked for him, the business was my father's.

Eli was his salesman.

My father was first starting out.

He was servicing one small army contract.

When the war broke out, Eli parlayed that one contract

into dozens all with his name on them.

By the time the war was over,

my father was working in Eli's cutting room.

The shop was called Elrose.

- Didn't your father realize what Eli was doing?

- My father doesn't know business.

I do.

- Oh okay.

- I better go.

- That was simple and to the point.

- In my business, I don't wait around for an invitation.

You take what you want or someone else will.

- Ow, what are you doing?

- I thought you got paid to be rough.

Goodnight.

- Alright.

(audience applause)

- [Speaker] Thanks, that raps it up for the speeches.

Now eat, dance and enjoy yourselves.

- Hold it!

I have something I want to say about,

about our honored guest.

- Eli Sternberg.

(audience applause)

- Many of you folks may not know that our honored

guest Rick Pinzolo was mugged on

the way here to the banquet tonight.

He gave the guy a C note and then took back 12 bucks

and the guy says hey, what the hell are you doing?

And Rick said, I always take 12% off the top

of any business transaction on Seventh Avenue.

(audience laughter)

And I'm sure a lot of you folks,

don't know that Rick is a big art collector.

Art Stein's Trucking Firm,

Art Warnick's Manufacturing Company,

Art Broadman's Assembly Plant.

You know in the Garment District,

we have a favor for favor system.

You do Rick a favor

and he does one for you.

He lets you walk without crutches.

Wonderful human being.

(dramatic music)

- Hi.

You think you'd give me a minute?

Thank you.

Well, how are you feelin'?

- Ugh.

Well I can't walk, I can't breathe.

Other than that, I'm okay.

- That's great, just great.

Look, here's a list of people that

were there at the banquet tonight.

It's a souvenir program.

Some very interesting people took out ads

telling Rick Pinzolo what a terrific guy he is.

- Yeah, some people'll say anything.

- A couple of gentlemen there tonight didn't reup

in the I love Rick Pinzolo fan club.

Your friend Eli and a guy named Matt Borkowski.

- The guy from the Harbor Commission.

Human snow plow.

- Well he was in Pinzolo's face big time tonight.

And then Eli barbecued Pinzolo in his pre-dinner speech.

- Aw, man.

You ask me, Eli's toying with a cobra.

With Pinzolo it's not if he'll strike, it's when.

I promised David Sternberg I'd protect his father.

That's a promise I can't keep.

- Vinnie, I was thinking of putting somebody else in.

- Who you gonna get Frank?

- Pinzolo is smart, he's thorough and he's cautious.

The only reason I got close to him is

because I got a history that he bought into.

- Oh now do you think you are

the only one that has a history?

- [Man] Where's Mr. Terranova's room?

- Hey Rick.

- Did you hear what happened tonight?

- No.

- Eli Sternberg used this dinner to link me to

a past that I have distanced myself from.

I don't enjoy being humiliated in front of 500 people.

- Well, Eli still got a rash from

that trucking deal you stuck him with.

- His old deal was a gift from my father.

- He's choking on your rates, Rick.

Before we left for the bank with one of

your drivers stole one of Eli's dresses.

- He thinks I had something to do with that?

- Oh he's got a siege mentality.

- There's this assumption on Seventh Avenue

that all problems stop at the revolving door of my lobby.

I had my own particular problems.

Eli lost one dress,

I lost six trucks in the last two months.

Now I want you to get somebody to sit on Eli.

- I have a partner but he's busy.

- Do it.

(door slams)

- Pinzolo just left, it's the opening we need.

I'm gonna put somebody on the inside.

- Who?

- The only man I know that even comes

close to being in your league.

- John Henry Ragler,

it's been a long time.

- Six years, three months, two weeks and five days.

But who's counting.

Hi Frank.

How are you?

- It's good to see you John.

- Yeah, you too.

- Well you've changed.

- Naw, this is the way I always was.

- Raglin you remember?

Just a role I played.

- Well, I need you to play it again.

- That ended when I left Phoenix.

I don't need to spend another minute

in the company of crazy people.

- Are you happy running a computer all day?

- It has its moments, yeah.

- You're satisfied where electronics stings.

- I'm satisfied taking long walks with my wife.

My second wife.

And I'm satisfied driving up to Baltimore

to watch ballgames with my son.

The son my first wife didn't stick around to help me raise

and I'll tell you something else,

while I'm rattling on.

I'm satisfied with my dreams now.

Used to be all I dreamt about was,

how that reporter looked after they blew him up.

Remember Frank, well Phoenix can

do that to you when I was there.

And I don't need to put myself

through that hell kind of again.

It took three years for my palms to stop sweating.

- John you're as good as I've ever seen.

- Yeah, well I was good enough to get

out from undercover in one piece.

Four more years.

Inside I got my pension Frank.

- Your pension?

You know I spent enough time with you to know

you didn't become a cop just to survive.

You want to send one big message to the crap

out there to think they're beyond the law.

Well I'm offering you the chance.

You ever heard of Rick Pinzolo?

- The kid?

- The kid is not a kid anymore.

He's all grown up.

He controls the New York Garment District.

We had an agent under with him.

And then he--

- Killed?

- No, hit by a cab.

- It was an accident.

We need somebody to take his place

until he can get back on his feet.

- Maybe I can dig somebody up who knows the rag trade.

- The rag trade John?

- I read a lot.

- Ah,

well.

Read this.

This is Rick Pinzolo's empire.

It's an industry that generates 20 billion dollars annually

and he's bleeding it dry.

The solid lines indicate people who own

businesses we know he's connected to.

The broken lines are suspected connections.

- Doesn't look like you laid a glove on him.

- Ah, Pinzolo's never been arrested, much less convicted.

The agent we had on him got next to him.

How did you manage that?

- A gentleman named David Sternberg approached us.

He's a son of Eli Sternberg, president of Elrose Fashions.

Now Sternbergs had a run of bad luck.

Ran into a cash flow problem.

Had to go in the street for two million.

Our agent--

- Give me him a name Frank.

- Vincent Terranova got things straightened out

for the Sternberg's so they're off the hook for the loan.

And Pinzolo hired him as some kind

of double agent so he keep an eye on them.

- Wait a minute, this David Sternberg came to you, right?

Does he know who Terranova is?

That's great, that's just great Frank.

- He approached us John.

- Do I have to tell you what could happen to an agent

who doesn't have complete cover?

Damnit Frank, do I?

- No you do not.

- So why did you bother bringing me down

here for this dog and pony show!

- Because you did not go out on a win John!

- Raglin.

I know you from somewhere.

- I did time in Leavenworth.

With a cousin of yours, Jackie Masca.

- Jackie Masca (laughter).

Oh yeah, old Jackie.

He almost courted trouble.

That's a romance I can't afford.

You don't look like you travel in those circles.

- I dwell in possibility.

- You, me and Emily Dickinson, right?

But sometimes reality intrudes.

Eli Sternberg is a reality.

- He's my next stop.

But Vinnie thought I should visit you first.

As a courtesy, any special requests?

- Terranova's beeper survived?

No, just do your job.

For Eli, keep your ears open, come when you're called.

Raglin.

Just because I went to an Ivy League school

that doesn't mean you get to quote poetry to me.

- So much for lively reporte, huh?

(soft music)

- Who is John Henry Raglin?

- [Reporter] The Secretary of State arrived

in Brussels today for meeting NATO defense ministers.

Topping the agenda is a call for reduction in NATO forces.

- Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Eli Sternberg.

- He can't be disturbed.

- Vinnie Terranova sent me.

- Oh,

in there.

- Thank you.

- What are you saying?

It's out of the question?

They got airports, don't they?

The hell with close down,

this is my son we're talking about.

Sternberg, I told you before,

David Sternberg.

S-t-e

r-n

b-e-r-g.

(knocking lightly)

His name isn't in hospital reports?

- May I help you?

- I'm Vinnie Terranova's associate.

- You don't have any?

- What happened?

- There was a bomb in the hotel where Eli's son was staying.

Terrorists in Sri Lanka?

- Is he hurt?

- We can't find out.

- Well, who is he talking to?

- State department.

- I don't want to know about no phone service.

What is your name?

I said what is your name?

I need your name so I could call your superiors

and tell them what an idiot you are.

Do you hear me, do you hear me?

You incompetent bastard!

They're not keeping me out of banana land.

- Nobody can get in, what can we do?

- I'll charter a plane and fly it up there noses.

How can they stop that, shoot me down?

Who the hell is that?

- John Raglin.

I'm Vinnie's replacement.

I didn't wanted Terranova around.

I don't need you around.

- Maybe I can help.

- Yeah, by leaving.

- Let me make one call.

- This one doesn't look like he can make a muscle.

- This is Raglin, you got a list of victims yet

in that hotel bombing in Sri Lanka?

Anything at all on a David Sternberg.

What about his room?

Was it hit?

Anything else?

Okay, thanks, I'll be in touch.

Bomb went off in the hotel bar.

- Anything about my son?

- You gonna let me finish?

Bomb went off in the hotel bar,

apparently your son's room wasn't touched.

- Who told you that?

- Someone I can trust.

- And are they always right?

- Up until now.

- (sigh) Look I'm sorry, I apologize for blowing up.

It's just that, I'm scared.

- Are you telling me this guy's in already.

- I told you he was good.

He's in place until you're 100%.

- I think I'll be out of here inside of a week.

- What Oral Roberts is gonna pay you a personal visit?

- Alright, so who is he?

- You never heard of him.

- Then where has he been?

- He's been inside working with computers.

- The job screw him up?

- The job is hard on everybody.

- Yeah, yeah, ah hmm.

It bent him didn't it Frank.

- Eli why don't you go home early.

Go home to what?

A shiksa wife who fakes concern like she fakes an orgasm.

No, I'm staying here.

- Did you tell his mother?

- Rose is in Florida.

Why alarm her until the have more information?

- Because she's his mother.

You remember when she used to bring

David here When he was four or five?

- He thought this was a playground.

He used to crawl under the table

picking up scraps of material.

He was probably looking up the women's dresses.

And the laughs he got with his jokes

and his funny faces.

He was smart right from the beginning.

- A son to make his father proud.

- I was blessed.

- So why don't you ever tell him?

- He knows, don't you think he knows?

- No, I don't think he knows.

- Carol please, this isn't the time.

- I'll tell you how much I love him, Carol.

When he gets home, when he walks through that door,

I'm giving him half of this business.

He becomes a full partner with me.

- It's a beautiful gesture.

- What if he's dead?

Phil, what if he's dead.

- No, no Eli.

(pats loudly)

- I don't belong here.

- Yeah I'll show you around.

You don't enjoy family angst, Mr. Raglin?

- I never thought of it as a spectator sport, that's all.

- Oh this is no sport.

My father is in their consoling the man

who stole his business almost 40 years ago.

You know what it's like to watch your father play the fool?

- Whoa, lady.

- Eli made my father beg for everything.

And he throws it in his face every chance that he gets.

- You should talk to someone about this problem you've got.

- It's no problem.

They taught me life's most important lesson.

If you're not in control, you're nothing.

(door slams)

- [Reporter] All news, all the time.

This is W-I-N-S.

(upbeat music)

You give us 22 minutes, we'll give you the world.

(upbeat music)

- [Martha] Good evening, Martha Elliott at the top

of the hour with tonight's news.

Our main story remains, the hotel bombing in Sri Lanka.

Let's hear from correspondent,

Duncan Trevor reporting from Thailand.

- [Duncan] Investors continue to comb the wreckage

of the luxury hotel in Sri Lanka,

where a terrorist bomb today killed

three people and injured 27 others.

A Tamil revolutionary group has claimed

responsibility for the bombing.

Three Americans reported died in

the bombing of the Palace Court Hotel.

State department officials have

yet to identify any of the victims.

(dramatic music)

- David.

- Dear mom, well I'm too old for stakeouts,

no offense mom, but here I am anyway,

eyeballing the harbor because somebody's

been high-jacking the mob guys trucks.

Don't worry, I didn't volunteer.

Ah, ha, ha.

A cab broke up my best undercover man

and his replacement's working the other end of the deal.

As for me, your darling son, I got the boobie prize.

Ah, come on Frankie, you can stay awake big guy.

You can do it, you can do it.

Oh!

Ah!

(horns loudly)

Yaa!

Ugh, ugh!

Ah-ha what have we here?

(dramatic music)

Now I know where Ricky's trucks are going.

It's Bosca.

(dramatic music)

(motor revving)

Come on.

Come on, turn on your lights.

(dramatic music)

(horn honks)

I don't know who you are, but I'm gonna find out.

You're mine.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, what can I do for you Frank?

- Plate number, xray, Harry, Nancy,

630.

Got anything else on David Sternberg?

- No, I'm still trying to in run the State Department.

(printing)

Alright,

the plate belongs to Seamus J. Devlin.

8855 Schiller Street, Queens.

He's a harbor commissioned cop.

- A harbor cop?

- Yeah, 18 year veteran.

He's got a handful of bravery citations.

Medal of Valor, currently assigned to Missioner Borkowski.

- He worked for Borkowski?

A drawer full of medals wasn't enough for his old age.

Thanks Uncle.

(knocking loudly)

- Yes.

- Stopped down at the corner deli.

Picked you up some coffee.

- That's very nice, thank you.

- Got bagels too.

(giggles)

- No that will be fine.

Did you have a good relationship with your father?

- Good relationship, good father.

- Nice.

I never took my David to a baseball game.

- Why not?

- Oh, too busy.

I thought it was more important to be here earning money.

- Sounds like an excuse to me.

- Really?

Well I clawed my way out of Flatbush

and I swore I would do anything not to go back there.

Huh, the night David was born,

I was out on the dock.

(soft music)

Loading the trucks, myself.

I drove a delivery van to that hospital

and I held that little person in my hands and I vowed,

that he'd have everything I never had.

And I made good that vow.

But

if he's not here to run this business after I'm gone,

that means my whole life was for nothing.

- If he comes home, you'll have a chance to tell him.

- I'd give every dime I have for that chance.

(soft music)

- He's right for the taking.

Elrose is in turmoil, Eli isn't even paying any attention

to the business and the plant is closed down.

- You're not exactly grief stricken

over your cousin are you?

- You don't have an inckling about my feelings for David.

But not even David can change the way I feel about Eli.

- These things have a delicate balance to them.

You tip that balance the slightest fraction

and the whole thing could come crashing down on us.

- On Wall Street, when you see a weakness,

you capitalize on it, strike hard and fast.

Now I say we move in now.

- No, we stick to our regular agenda.

Zemart, Patrono and Mr. Chin.

You know what we're talking about?

We're talking about 200 million dollars.

Now if jealousy would be a natural by-product

well that's fine, so be it.

But I will not have emotion be the driving

factor in any of my business deals.

Was there any else you wanted to discuss?

- You're acting like a typical genee.

(phone ringing)

(shaver buzzing)

- Hello.

- [David] Dad.

- David,

David where are you?

- Dad I'm okay.

I, I, I swear, I'm fine.

Yeah, no I'm in Hawaii.

- We thought you were dead.

- I didn't find out about the bomb until

I flipped on the news here in my hotel.

Listen dad, I closed the deal.

David,

David.

- Dad did you hear what I said, I closed the deal.

- Oh yeah, what did you close at?

- Dad I had a (mumbles) about $2,000 bucks.

- Did you get our price?

- 75 cents a unit.

- I thought we agreed to a 70 cents ceiling.

You should've stayed there til you got it.

Now I need you back here.

Get on the next flight.

(bang loudly)

Phil open the plant, we got a deadline to meet.

And you, you're getting paid for doing more than

just delivering coffee around here.

I want those trucks moving now!

(horns honking)

- (mumbles) OCB, go on, go on, go and you go for it!

Go for it, I just as assume shoot you as look at ya!

You just stepped into it Devlin.

Alright get him outta my sight.

(dramatic music)

Devlin, there is no rogue cop heaven.

Give it up.

(kiss smacks)

Ugh, you know you make me wish I was a bounty hunter.

- Your client's future is pretty well defined.

Loss of job, loss of pension.

Public disgrace for his family

and at least five years in maximum security prison.

- He still needs a reason to cooperate.

- His prison time can be cut.

- I'm not rolling over.

I'm not, damnit.

- What do you think Borkowski doing?

- Running for office like he always does.

- You're fishing McPike.

For air!

- Borkowski is dumping all over you.

You're gonna take a fall for him, is he worth it?

Framed you like an electric train, didn't he?

- He's my boss (mumbles) commission.

That's the only way cares for me, fat slob.

- That's not what he says.

He says the high-jacking ring was your idea.

- You believe that crap?

- It's the only crap that I have to believe.

Now you know how the routine works.

First guy that cop a plea walks.

The way I see it, you and Borkowski are the home stretch

together, it doesn't make any different to me

which one of you hit the finish line first.

- Answer the man, Devlin.

- [Frank] Come on Devlin, now you went native.

Don't go simple, not now.

- What's say we got this on tape.

- I don't know what gets into a man like this.

First he forgets his wife's birthday,

then he tries to hide his shame in a bottle

and the when that doesn't work,

he tries to make amends by stealing one of Eli's dresses

off the back of one of my trucks.

The very truck from which he earns his living.

Do you know what my father would've done?

My father would've chopped off the

hand you used to betray us.

What about you Raglin?

What would you do with our dear friend Mario?

Tell his wife so she can kick his butt.

- No,

take him to Eli and see that he apologizes

and then tell Eli,

that he is never again to embarrass me in public.

- Let's go Mario.

(motor revving)

- [Man] Yo, how is the wife?

Got kids?

- Excuse me, Matt Borkowski.

- Do I know you?

- No, but you're going to.

Frank McPike, OCB.

- Let's take a walk, alright?

Fill up the cup Maggie, black.

Devlin's lying, he's running some kind of a game on you.

- Well I got a source to corroborate the story

that Pinzolo cut off your water.

- They got campaign contribution laws.

And from the genee gangster.

Hey, I wouldn't talk to the man

about the price of a phone call.

Pinzolo's a freakin' sewer.

- You didn't have any trouble

communicating at the (mumbles) banquet.

I bet you know there's something out of joint.

- That's, that wasn't anything.

- Naw, that's nothing.

What's a million bucks?

- Hey, I told you.

- No I'm gonna tell you.

You're facing grand larceny charges sport.

You're gonna do time, you're gonna do hard time

you don't play ball with me.

- You got a house of cards McPike.

I blow and it falls down.

You really think so?

Devlin's on tape about the forged documents

you used to get the high-jacked goods outta the country.

Don't be stupid.

You give us what you got on Pinzolo, you walk.

- All I got from Pinzolo is promises.

Tomorrow Matty, next week Matty.

Next election Matty, got so my heart was jumping

outta my chest wondering how he was gonna stall me next.

- He ever give you any money?

- I told you, just promises.

- Any witnesses to your conversation?

- We weren't doing this for posterity.

- Then you got problems.

Take him downtown.

(dramatic music)

- You son of a bitch!

It's my own damn fault, you know that McPike?

I never should've done business with cops,

because you're all the same when you get caught

working the wrong side of the street.

Ah, you got this thing about still

wanting to be straight shooters.

So you roll over like dogs doing tricks.

- Geez, I don't remember that.

(dramatic music)

- What have you got for me, I'm in a hurry.

- Say hello to Mario, he works for Ameche Trucking.

- Is he the one?

- The one and only.

- I'm sorry Mr. Sternberg.

I got drunk and my wife's birthday--

- You got drunk and I lose goods?

- And Terranova gets runned down in the bargain.

- Why didn't you come to me, I'd given you six dresses.

But you think it's easier to be a thief.

Get outta my sight.

Get outta here!

Did Pinzolo send him?

- Yeah.

Along with a message.

- Oh, what?

- Don't ever embarrass him in public again.

- He said that?

Pinzolo said that?

(laughter)

Well he's got his eight and two shipping rates, doesn't he?

And I've got the right to say anything I want.

If he doesn't like that he can go to hell.

(motor revving)

- Borkowski took my trucks.

- He says they work for a campaign contribution

and that you promised and you never delivered on.

It was for a million bucks, wasn't it?

- I don't buy politicians, Mr. McPike.

- It's not what Borkowski says.

If I recall his words properly,

you're a freakin' sewer.

- You came here to tell me that?

Boy you guys are unbelievable.

You see the vowel at the end of my name.

You know who my father was

and you believe this Judas who

has betrayed the public trust.

You buy into his lies about a respected business man,

who's never had so much as a ticket

for spitting on the sidewalk.

- But you have spit on the sidewalk haven't you?

Gouged money, taking kickbacks,

let workers be abused.

Even bought a politician or two.

You better leave and take your wish list with you.

- The harbor's not yours anymore Mr. Pinzolo.

It's mine.

- Hey,

get out!

- You don't like this do you?

Well good I'm glad you don't like it.

'Cause every minute that you're awake,

I want you to know that I'm out there

trying to slap your tail in jail

with a bunch of animals that'll do more

than wipe that smug look off your face.

- Thank you for your candor Mr. McPike.

I want you to know that everything you have just said,

has been videotaped,

which should give me the makings of

a pretty significant harassment suit.

- You're a worm, Ricky.

- I'm a worm, okay.

There are three cameras in this room.

I think your last statement was probably picked

up by the one hidden in that painting right there.

- This picture?

- Yeah.

Hey!

- Ah,

gotcha!

There's no way Borkowski skates.

We got him cold, the harbor cops too.

Now Pinzolo is a different story.

But I think I started the ball rolling.

- You took it too far too fast.

- Pinzolo ticked me off.

- That's great Frank, you rattled his cage.

Now I've got to crawl in with him.

(tapping lightly)

- Who are you?

- I'm John Henry Raglin.

I thought we better talk.

You're not going to like it,

but I need to know everything

you can tell me about this case

because it's mine now.

(soft music)