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(glass breaking)

- [Commentator] Tonight on Wiseguy.

- This is an order to appear

before a United States Grand Jury.

- My efforts to please you are over!

- David, I'm in the middle of a crisis that you created!

- I can't believe it, you and Pinzolo.

- You spied on me?

- I hired him to protect me from Pinzolo!

It never occurred to me that I needed protection

from my own blood!

- I'm going out on this one with a victory, Frank.

And I don't care what it costs.

- This isn't a robbery, this is retribution.

("Wiseguy" Theme Music)

- Apologies for working into the night.

But I kept saying to myself, David Sternberg, Eli Sternberg,

Rick Pinzolo, where's the money?

Their rag trade is a $20 billion a year industry,

illegal activities, loan sharking, cartage thefts,

sweetheart deals with unions, trucking.

All told, they account for 25% of the business.

That's $5 billion a year for an underworld empire run

by this man, Rick Pinzolo.

Now why would this man give a hoot in Hell

about this man's business?

On a good year, Eli Sternberg's company grosses

maybe $30 million, after tax net, it's less than a mil.

That wouldn't cover the cost of replacing blades

on Pinzolo's juicer.

So, I ask ya, where's the money?

- David Sternberg answered that question,

it's not money, it's ego.

Pinzolo's a conqueror of rag trade merchants,

it's enough that the Sternberg's are there

and susceptible to takeover.

- It's the money, Frank.

David Sternberg came to us out of fear for Pinzolo taking

over his family business.

His father borrowed heavily from Pinzolo to cover the cost

of reproducing goods stuck in customs.

You got those goods released, Eli paid back Pinzolo,

deals done, no obligation.

- Pinzolo lost an opportunity, he hates losing,

and I say he's determined to takeover because he has to win.

He thinks you're workin' as his operative

in the Sternberg business, he has you spying on them.

Why else would he personally insist

that you follow the fabric shipment from the trucks

to the sweatshops to the finished product?

- Where's the money?

That order is the biggest order Eli ever had,

he'll make a fortune off of it.

(laughs) If Pinzolo wanted to take over Eli's company,

why would he go about the business of making him richer?

- All right, John Henry, I am waiting with bated breath.

- Want to bring in the dress?

Now, the fabric Pinzolo wanted watched turned

into a Sternberg knockoff a Medici original,

ordered by Right Wear.

Right Wear, it's the biggest discount department store chain

in America, blue chip among publicly held retailers.

Innocent looking number, isn't it?

(fire crackling)

Might as well be napalm.

If that were burning on the skin,

it would adhere to the body like crazy glue.

So, Profesore, where's the money?

- The fabric is tampered with at the mill,

no flame retardant, which is why Pinzolo wanted you

to keep an eye on it until it became the dress order.

- Correct, where's the money?

- Now a highly flammable dress,

it goes to the Right Wear stores.

- Correct again, where's the money?

- Pinzolo knows it's flammable.

- Correct! - Where is the money?

Pinzolo notifies Right Wear anonymously,

they force Sternberg to take back the dress.

Now Eli's in a thick stew, he has to go to Pinzolo

to help reproduce the dress order,

and he takes over the Sternberg company.

- Incorrect.

That dress gets returned

and Eli faces federal charges, criminal charges.

Right Wear's not gonna sit on that liability.

Eli won't survive federal scrutiny

and the rash of following lawsuits.

Why would Pinzolo, a suspected mob kingpin,

want to get entangled with a company under federal scrutiny?

One that's going bankrupt to boot?

- Oh, yeah?

Well what else is there, Pinzolo hopin' for a mass melt down

of middle-class housewives?

- Forget the dress, forget the Sternbergs, forget Pinzolo,

forget everything you know and ask yourself this question,

what would happen to Right Wear stock

if it becomes public knowledge that they're selling dresses

that explode like roman candles?

- That's a very sassy speculation, John Henry.

What's missing is a reason for Pinzolo to go through hoops

to get Eli's piddling little company in bed

with a giant like Right Wear.

Now the tampering with the fire retardant had

to take place at the mill, wouldn't Pinzolo just tamper

with an existing order from a company

that Right Wear already does business with?

- If it was his idea.

I'm an old dog, I look for old bones, like motive.

And I found a double-barreled beauty.

The pure, visceral satisfaction of revenge

and the mega-bucks bang of insider trading.

One person gets a double shot of pleasure in this deal.

One person knows where the money is,

Carole Goldman, full partner in the Wall Street Firm

of Decker-Barton, daughter of Eli's cousin.

She hates Eli with a passion.

She would savor his economic demise in any event,

and it is made that much sweeter

if attached to her own financial windfall.

She's the money.

Pinzolo didn't get Eli in bed with Right Wear,

what Pinzolo got was in bed with Carole Goldman.

- We're good together, Ricky.

- Yeah, I guess I'm getting more in this deal

than I bargained for. (laughing)

- [Carole] I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight.

- [Rick] Well, I'm gonna sleep like a baby.

- You don't have to call the Federal Trade Commission.

I would love to see Eli's face when he gets that call.

"Hello, Mr. Sternberg, this is the FTC, (laughs)

"and you're in deep, dummy."

You know, actually, he should get the call

from one of God's prelates,

because this, my friend, is Biblical justice.

- The thrill is in the pump of the deal,

not in seeing the losers get caught in the wake.

- Oh, please, spare me the sermon

on how to be the healthy capitalist.

Money isn't enough, it's the vantage point.

It's making sure that the right people in your life

always see you from the vantage point of looking up.

Preferably, with their necks craned back

at a 90-degree angle.

And don't tell me it isn't so for you, too, Ricky.

Why else would you have this,

uh, happy trails to you, office?

- It's not the looking up, it's the looking down,

you can't see the pain in their faces.

- Then I want this deal played out on street level.

- You have no idea how you'll react to Eli's devastation,

You'll think it'll be a moment of joyous satisfaction?

You're wrong, you will be empty.

(sighing) You think it'll be

just a little isolated suffering?

This will ripple out and touch people in ways

that you haven't even considered.

- You talking about David?

- I'm talking about people you don't even know.

I know, I've been there.

- It hasn't slowed you down any.

- I'm an existentialist.

Well, tomorrow will be quite a day.

A business will die, stock will crash,

a wolf will rise on Wall Street

and all because of something as benign as a dress.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music) (fire crackling)

(glass crashing)

- [Reporter] Top of the money report,

chaos in the clothing industry today.

Right Wear, the nation's leading retailer has been cited

by the FTC for selling a highly flammable line of dresses.

Right Wear has issued recall, but not without incident.

A window dresser at its New York store was fitting

one of the dresses in question

on a display window mannequin.

The dresser, 35-year old Terry Hutchinson

of Weehawken, New Jersey, was apparently smoking

when his cigarette made contact with the material.

The dress burst into flames trapping Hutchinson,

he jumped through the plate-glass window escaping the flames

but broke his neck in the fall.

Hutchinson's family is suing Right Wear

and the dress manufacturer, Elrose Fashions.

- Eli Sternberg, this is an order to appear

before a United States Grand Jury.

Where and when is in the subpoena.

- This is your fault. - What?

- This is your fault!

It's your deal, this is your fault!

(laughing)

- what are you laughing at, David?

- You, it's my fault?

Everything is my fault.

Tell me something, before I was here whose fault was it?

- I won't have you talk to me that way!

- Oh, stop it, will you please!

I'm a 40-year old man, you keep talkin' to me

like I'm some obstinate teenager!

You know, I spent half my waking hours walking around,

wondering, "How can I prove to him that I've

"become a responsible adult?"

Well, you know somethin'?

I really don't give a damn anymore, where does it say

I have to prove anything to you?

You wanna lay blame, put it at your own doorstep!

I'm your son, I love you, without this business I love you.

Your legend is inconsequential to my affection.

But I seem to be loved only for my successes

or pity for my failures.

The latter being the more consistent experience for me.

- I don't pity you!

- No, you pity yourself

for not producing a child in your image.

And from where I sit, that is a frightening prospect.

My efforts to please you are over.

The business is, in all likelihood, in its death throws.

I'll retreat from your pity and live a life full

of failures and its infrequent successes,

but it will be my life!

And I really don't give a damn how you perceive it!

For-- - You can't beat me up

and walk out of here when I'm in the middle of a crisis

that you created!

- Oh yes I can, Eli.

And don't, no, don't look at me with those hurt,

puppy-dog eyes, I've had it up to here with the schmaltz

and the sentimentality and the guilt!

I love my father deeply, but I couldn't care less

for the man sitting behind that desk.

- Hello, David.

- What, what is it now?

- Pinzolo, and your cousin, Carole Goldman.

(workers talking) (phones ringing)

- The letter's certified, it's being hand-carried

to the SEC as we speak. (door slamming)

- [David] Carole?

- They stopped trading, we can't go back in

until they lift the stop order.

Well, we're dealing with the bigger partners.

What are you doing, I'm in the final--

- I don't care if you were on the phone with God!

- Please let go of me, that hurts!

- I want answers from you. - Let go of me!

- You destroyed my family!

- Take it easy, David!

- I'm gonna beat your brains out

if you don't talk to me, Carole!

- David, you're stressed out.

- What a perceptive bitch!

I can't believe it, you and Pinzolo.

- I don't know Pinzolo. - He saw you with him.

- You spied on me?

- I hired him to protect me from Pinzolo!

It never occurred to me that I needed protection

from my own blood!

How can you do this, Carole?

I love you.

That you can be this vicious with me breaks my heart.

- David, it's not you, you're protected.

- Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm protected.

See, I'm makin' a big deal, I'm protected.

- Oh don't be flip! - What do you mean

I'm protected, what the hell does that mean?

- You think I wasn't thorough?

I you think I didn't think this through?

When the dust settles, you're gonna have a $10 million

line of credit to establish your own business,

you don't have to answer to your father.

- Oh, really, Pinzolo's gonna offer me this generosity

off a short-sale, huh?

- I am!

Rick had no business telling you this.

I think you'd better go.

- Wrong, he's staying.

- I can't talk to you with him here.

- Well, unfortunately that's not one of your options.

- Pinzolo's short sale is the cost

of doing much bigger business.

I'm leading a takeover of Right Wear.

And Nagano Chin, the man you won't let me call back,

he wants Right Wear,

he's willing to spend $8 billion for it.

I'm gonna make that happen.

My participation could exceed $80 million.

- Why ruin me in the process?

- It was convenient. - Convenient?

- I had to destabilize Right Wear,

the way to do it was clear, and...

- And what?

- And I get to kick your father's ass in the bargain.

You don't want to hear this, but I owe him.

- You owed him bankruptcy?

- He robbed my father of his business and his dignity!

When they started this business it was my father's,

but he was a craftsman not a salesman.

Eli, Eli usurped him of his ownership and his manhood.

- They worked together for over 40 years,

I don't recall any complaints?

- You weren't at my house when he came home.

When he had to beg Eli for a few lousy buck

for a down payment on a house in Queens

while you were living in your mansion in Scarsdale!

Or how he agonized over asking Eli for my tuition!

- No, but you weren't at my house, sweetheart,

you weren't at my house when my father had

to tell your father, repeatedly, time and time again,

he had to say, "Anything you want, Phil,

"whatever you want, Phil, it's yours Phil."

If your father choked on it, it was self-induced.

And if your father has a problem with his masculinity,

you better look to your mother for the problem.

(hand smacking)

Didn't it occur to you that destroying Eli would have

some affect on me?

- You'll survive it. - Yeah, but you won't.

You have no idea what you're dealing with

when you're dealing with a guy like Ricky Pinzolo.

- I can handle him.

- Oh, yeah, you think so, Miss MBA?

From Wharton, full partner of Wall Street big shot.

You think because you can manipulate and $8 billion deal,

you can handle a Guinea from the street like Ricky, huh?

- Yeah, that's right.

- I can't believe how naive you are.

You know there's somebody already dead in this deal?

You know what you remind me of?

You remind me of those people from NASA, you know?

You collect enough degrees and you collect enough money,

and then you believe you're right by force of your cash

and your credentials rather than some reasonable analysis.

If there's a problem it will just go away

because you say so, right?

I mean, what the hell is 50 cents worth of rubber

in an O-ring, remember?

The O-ring, 50 cents worth of rubber, it'll go away.

We got billions in this deal, what the hell is 50 cents!

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Saber Hardware, Mike Terranova.

- Yeah, it's John Henry, Carole Goldman needs

24-hour protective surveillance immediately.

Her dealing with Pinzolo's put her at risk.

When she realizes it, she's be the bird

that sings Pinzolo's swan song.

- Consider it done.

- Raglin's comin' in for a briefing some time tonight.

- Then we sit and wait.

- Raglin's back with a vengeance.

- There's a soul full of demons

our compadre hasn't exorcized, don't push the wrong buttons.

- And you just want me to sit here and do nothing?

- Follow the map, David,

Pinzolo is in his office counting his cash

and savoring his success.

He's unaware of us plotting against him,

that makes him vulnerable.

- To a slap on the wrist. - Point A.

The Right Wear order for the dresses in question came

from Vivian Schneer. - Okay.

- Do you think Vivian Schneer

really committed suicide three weeks ago?

Is there any doubt that Pinzolo bribed her

to place the order with Elrose?

- Probably not.

- Well, it's my guess that one of Pinzolo's men helped

her to commit suicide.

- Oh, well you try provin' that.

- I will.

(sighing) Look, the fabric from which the dresses were made

were not treated with flame retardant.

- Correct.

- That means somebody at the mill was bribed

to make that happen. - Another corpse.

- Maybe another link in the chain?

That poor bastard who died in the window, last night,

that's another link.

- Enough links, we get Italian sausage, huh?

- I'm tryin' to make a point of fact, absolute fact.

Vivian Schneer, the mill worker, the window dresser,

stock transactions, windfall profits, Carole Goldman,

you, me, your father, Vinnie Terranova,

we are all pieces of evidence to be used against Pinzolo.

David,

in this country, more people are convicted

of capital crimes by a preponderance

of circumstantial evidence than eyewitness accounts.

Please, give me a chance to build that evidence

and it'll mean the gallows for Rick Pinzolo.

What'd ya say?

- Yeah, okay.

Gonna go crazy just sitting here.

- You'll go to jail if you don't.

(ominous music)

- We can tie a bow on a small package,

but I don't think it would be--

- [John] Okay, what'd we got?

- We've got everything you need to tie down Pinzolo.

- For what? - Insider trading.

We pierced the veil on 23 corporations

of which Pinzolo is the sole owner,

all of which have been in

on the trading frenzy around Right Wear.

- Anything more serious?

- Nothing sticks. - We have to make it stick.

- Attorney General's office and the SEC are confident

they can convict Pinzolo.

- Yeah, what's he gonna get?

If the sentence carried the full load,

he'd get 10 years and $150 million fine.

- I'm looking for lethal injection.

- [Attorney] No can do.

- You guys are wasting my time.

- Raglin. - No lectures, Frank.

- You know what you came back here for?

How's your health?

- If you really gave a damn you wouldn't have asked me

on to this case. - I give a damn.

Now what'd ya need?

- I need to go home to my wife.

I think the question is, what do I want?

- What's the answer?

- I want Pinzolo to fall without a net.

- I'll work with ya for that.

You just keep control of yourself.

- I'm a rock. - Any dreams?

- No analysis, okay Frank?

- Any old cases risin' to the surface?

- Be blunt, Frank. - Cunningham.

(car exploding)

- I can't close my eyes without seeing it.

- Then we better fold shop.

- I see Bernice Cunningham, Weiss and Abrams.

Flashcards of the mind.

- We all carry guilt, it doesn't mean we're responsible.

Things go wrong sometimes.

- I see him too, John.

It sucks.

I don't know about you, but it always seems to happen

to me at the weirdest times.

I was in church three months ago, bored to tears

with this awful sermon, I fell asleep in the pew.

There was Cunningham in my face saying,

"Meet me in Room 712, 712."

I don't know why I remember that?

Then I'm on that little balcony looking out

over the parking lot, and Cunningham is walking to the car,

he waves goodbye.

I heard the explosion. (car exploding)

It scared me awake, I jumped up in church

and shouted, "No!" at the top of my lungs.

(laughs) They all thought I'd been saved.

Preacher was so happy I didn't have the heart

to tell him I'd been damned.

- Cunningham knew the risk he was taking.

- He was a naive reporter, Frank.

We suckered him into sharing that investigation with us.

He and Bernice went up in flames.

Weiss and Abrams are living in Gstaad,

enjoying the millions they made

on that phony natural gas scam.

- And we would have caught 'em

if we hadn't acted precipitously.

- We were young then.

Cunningham and Bernice were young, too.

- Well, now, we are older and wiser

and we understand mortality.

(ominous music)

I'm goin' out on this one with a victory, Frank,

and I don't care what it costs.

- Our whole lives are in this room.

- 40 years of filling orders.

War, strikes, disasters, natural and otherwise,

illness, death, nothing stopped us from filling an order.

- 'Til now. - Yeah.

You talk to the lawyers?

- I'm gonna end up in court 'til the turn of the century.

If I live that long,

and in all probably I'm gonna lose my house

and most of my future earnings, assuming there are any.

The good news is that he thinks he can keep me out of jail

for the death of the window dresser.

- They can't blame ya for that?

- I'm liable for everything.

This is the end of Elrose.

And I have no idea who did this

or why?

- Eli, if there's anything I can do?

- No.

- (sighing) Yep.

(suspenseful music)

(soft orchestral music) - I'm sorry, Dad.

- I know you are, David.

- Hey, look, maybe we can stop fighting and be friends now?

- I'd rather be father and son.

- So would I.

You know I used to think of this place as a jail?

- Was it that bad? - Yep.

- I never meant for it to be that.

- I know that.

Maybe you could start over?

Pretend you're clawing your way out of Flatbush again?

- I put my life's blood into Elrose,

I haven't anything left to give.

That's funny, sitting here in the ashes

of 40 years of sweat and tears,

I realize the single biggest failure was losing your mother.

And after all these years, I still reach out for her

in the morning only to find a series of cheaper imitations.

Your mother is a wonderful woman, David.

She loved me for who I was not who I became.

She's the only person I truly ever trusted, besides you.

- Maybe you should go see her?

Florida's not the moon.

- That sounds just like her. (laughing)

No, it's far too late for Rose and me.

But maybe, I should stay around here

and help you start your own business?

I could give you a hand at it until you got it going?

- That would be nice, Dad.

- And I could get in touch with Feinstein and Pellagra,

they could put up the money

and everything would be in your name.

- Why don't we talk about it tomorrow, okay?

- Here, let me make some calls, just.

(sentimental music)

- I love you, Dad.

- I love you, David, let me make those calls, okay?

- Where's your father going, I just make fresh coffee?

- He's making phone calls, ready to do it all over again.

Uncle Phil? - Hmm?

- I'm gonna be going out of town for a few days,

I want to think everything out.

If I get tied up and don't get back 'til Friday,

will you see that Raglin gets that?

- Sure, David, sure.

(locks clicking)

- Hi, doll.

- John, oh I'm so glad you're home.

(sighing) The case is finished?

- Almost,

almost.

I went in and checked on Paul,

he looks like he's grown since I left.

- He misses you, I miss you.

- This is the last one.

I promise.

- I don't know how your first wife did it?

10 years of not knowing where you are,

what you're doing, who you're with?

Whether you're hurt or worse?

- I promised I wouldn't do this to you, I'm sorry.

- It's what it's doing to you, John.

We just want you back.

- I had a talk today with two men

who used to be my friends.

- They aren't your friends anymore?

- I don't know?

(sighing) Right now, they're just two people

I briefly shared a common history with.

- Look, just remember there's two people in this house

you can depend on and we'll be here with no reservations.

- I think about that every moment.

- No, Mr. Honing, I want Swiss francs.

No, I want Swiss francs, I do not want yen

because that bubble's about to burst.

That's why. - Not last I heard.

Get off the phone, Ricky. (dramatic music)

Get off the phone, Ricky.

(gun firing) - Okay.

- Get them outta here.

- Okay. - I'll kill him.

- You screwed up, get out, get Cacciatore.

Come on, let's go, quick, quick!

- Get Cacciatore! - Bring me some scampi.

I got a gun on you, you order takeout?

- You wanted to shoot me you would have done it by now.

No, Mike Cacciatore is my negotiator.

- This isn't a negotiation, this is a transaction.

You're gonna give back to me what you took from my father.

- Foolish pride is not a tangible asset, David.

- Since history seems to escape you, let me elucidate.

While I've always been afraid of what you're capable of,

I've never been afraid of you.

Now, this is the drill. - What's goin' on?

- You get him outta here, Ricky.

- This is Mike Cacciatore, he's the only other man

besides myself who has access to the safe.

- This isn't a robbery, this is retribution.

What you've got in your safe doesn't even begin

to amount to getting even.

- What the hell do you know?

- What you got in your safe, Ricky, you got $10 million

in your safe?

- How much is in the safe, Mike?

- $1.5 in cash, three in bearer bonds.

- How about that, David? - Not even close.

- Rick, what's goin' on?

- Forget it Mike, just get out, page Raglin.

- Who's Raglin? - Forget Raglin.

- Hey, Mike, get out!

- This is what happens when you try to run a business

this close to the vest, I don't know there's any trouble

until it hits the fan!

- You boys can debate the organizational chart tomorrow.

You don't get out of here, he loses an arm.

- Who the hell is Raglin? - I got his number.

(metal crunching) - I feel a lot better now.

(pager beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- John, that beeper that Pinzolo gave you, it just went off.

- Thanks. (sighing)

(phone ringing) - Raglin.

- Yeah, who's this?

- Look, I don't know who the hell you are,

but there's a guy here by the name

of David Sternberg holding Pinzolo hostage at gunpoint.

- Where? - At the office.

You better get down here.

- Look, it's the middle of the night, man,

I'm in Pittsburgh.

- Hey, I don't really care, from where I sit,

you're in trouble.

- (sighing) It'll be morning soon, then what?

- We're going to the bank and you're gonna wire $10 million

into my business account.

- Fine, you can leave.

- I don't think so.

(Rick sighing)

- What?

- You remember pulling all nighter's in college?

- Um-hmm.

- You ever take Burke's Lit course?

- No, I hated that guy.

- You ever read the Mayor of Casterbridge?

It's about a guy who makes a mistake in his youth

and he pays for it the rest of his life.

20 years ago, man, I guess I sealed my fate then, huh?

When you killed that Portuguese guy?

- We did that together.

- No, wrong, I let that become the truth, but it wasn't.

I figured we were equal partners on the drug deals,

so I rationalized it for five years.

I rationalized 'til cold-blooded murder became self defense.

Over a couple pounds of hash

and clashing mediterranean tempers, I ruined a life.

You didn't have to kill him, Rick.

- Things got outta hand.

It's a little too late for sackcloth and ashes, David.

- You know, I buried all of it?

I buried everything except the look in your eye

when you killed him.

- He raised a hand to me.

- He was gesticulating.

- David, put down the gun,

if you want your money, you got your money.

Come on, man, we were friends.

- (laughing) Yeah, we were friends.

The anti-war hippie entrepreneur and the preppy Goomba,

providing the Woodstock nation with brain food.

Simple deals right, we buy a little pot,

we sell it for a little more.

Suddenly we're selling pounds, buying pounds,

you're short-changing the supplier,

he objects, you kill him.

I'll give you you waited for an objection

that had the vague appearance of a threat.

But we know better, don't we, Rick?

Don't we, Rick?

- Yes. (dramatic music)

- [David] Why?

- I was making my bones.

- Why did I have to be part of it?

- Because you were my best friend.

And because I thought you wanted to be.

Had you not gone limp on me,

this empire would be ours, not mine.

- And what you've done

to my father's business is punishment for that?

- No, no,

that was for Carole.

For me, it was a solid business deal.

Do you intend to kill me? - No.

And you're not gonna kill me,

I've made protective provisions.

- With Raglin? - Don't fish, Rick.

- You know I built my life around that entire incident?

I went out of my way to avoid you,

I've dabbled in dozens of different things

'cause I knew, I knew that to be in the rag trade was

to answer to you.

And you, my friend, have no humanity, no compassion,

no sense of family.

We live through our children, Rick,

just like your father lives through you.

You should have held your own infant in your arms, Rick.

In that one moment, you would have sensed all the promise,

and all the innocence,

you would have been a different man, Rick.

- I don't want to be different.

(suspenseful music)

- There they are.

(car honking)

All right, let's go.

They're inside.

- What now, David?

- [Teller] We'll send it over with your usual runner.

Yes, we have both signatures on file.

(suspenseful music)

- Get Mr. Newman.

Smile for the cameras, David.

It's a hold up, he's got a gun!

(woman screaming)

- Stop! - No!

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

(solemn music)

(car exploding)

(dramatic music)

- [Frank] Federal officer, everybody hold it, you hold it!

You put your guns down, you put your guns down!

Don't you do it!

You don't do it! (suspenseful music)

(solemn music)

Get them outta here, they're all under arrest.

- You got no cause for arrest.

- What are you, greaseball, a lawyer?

- Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.

When you grow to 6'4" and everybody automatically assumes

you're brain dead, now I think you're too short

and wimpy looking to be a fed, but there you are.

You arrest my client, and I'll make you wish

you were a farmer rather than a fed.

- You know, you have your hand on me?

(door slamming)

What the hell was that?

- You shouldn't have stopped me, Frank.

- I'm supposed to let a federal agent blow

a guy's brains out in a public building?

You're off the case. - The hell I am.

- You're unstable, John!

- You knew that when you brought me in to this.

(sighing) What'd you do, Frank?

Just as David Sternberg's name on a list below Cunningham

or whoever else you got killed on a case before?

Why do I get the feeling the rest of us remember

in Kodachrome and your mind's like the Vietnam Memorial?

(dramatic music)

- I have nightmares like everybody else.

(solemn music)

- [Doctor] While your jaw's wired,

you're gonna have to be on a liquid diet

for at least three weeks.

- [Frank] No!

- [Rick] No!

(metal slamming) - Get back!

Back off, back off! (Rick screaming)

Look like you're gonna need some more wiring, Ricky.

- Get Raglin!

- What is it? - It's you cousin, David.

He's dead.

He took Pinzolo hostage and marched him down to the bank

with a gun and tried to get back his money.

Two bank guards shot him dead at 10:09 this morning.

- Did he suffer?

- Do you know what a hollow-point bullet

does to a man's face?

No, you wouldn't know that from up here, would ya?

Everything's nice and clean and tidy up here, isn't it?

When a hollow-point bullet enters a man's right eye,

here, the soft lead flattens,

and expanding as it tears away skull and tissue,

leaving an exit wound hole

in the back of the head the size of a softball!

Spewing what was once his brains

across whatever room he happens to be in!

Did David suffer?

I really don't know!

- Stop it, stop it! (sobbing)

Oh, David, David,

oh, I love you!

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