Original subtitles

[dramatic music]

- Mr. Patrice, we've got major problems.

- Perhaps I should send some accountants.

- Hey, Pat!

You already sent me an accountant!

- Perhaps you should calm yourself, Salvatore.

- You're lucky to get the 5%.

- Do it today, or Patrice'll have to send

some people to do it for you.

- I Paisley Art Death Stalker.

I walk on the air!

- Pull everybody off the street now!

Numbers guys, bag men, we got a rumble!

Everybody!

[upbeat music]

[gentle music]

- It's not even complicated.

Demont is working our territory,

and the deal we have with him is substandard, yes.

5%.

The next thing you know, we're getting complaints

from partners who are stepping up

for the whole 15%.

Now, what should we tell them, Sonny?

Should we say we're doing it because he's tougher

than we are, yes?

[pen slams] - No, Sid.

That's not what we tell them.

What we tell them is to mind their own business.

Otherwise, we're gonna start crackin' heads.

You don't know what we go through down

there with Cecil Demont!

It's like doin' business on the moon!

- Patrice wants you to try harder.

Now, he's talked to me about it,

and I said I'd clean it up.

- You do that from your phone booth at the athletic club?

[hand knocking]

- Excuse me, sir, but Lorenzo's clothes just got here.

They came by air freight.

What do you want me to do with them?

- Leave it here, sweetheart.

I haven't figured out where to park the kid yet.

- Do it today, or Patrice'll have to send

some people to do it for you.

[tense music]

[light music]

- Oh, look at this.

I gotta drop Pete.

- [Man] Come on, get up there.

- Oh, dem bums! [laughing]

- You're goin' down.

- Ah, you couldn't hit the ground with both feet.

- Finally get a chance to give you a bath.

- Uh oh. - Give me some room.

- Okay, come on, kids, he can't do this to me.

[crowd cheering]

I'll get back at you for this.

- Oh yeah, what are you gonna do, Pete, tell Mom?

- Ah, tell Mom! [laughing]

- It's hard to believe you two are brothers.

- Yeah, I admit it is kinda hard to believe

with Pete losin' his hair and his physique

and everything and me holdin' up so well.

- What holdin' up well?

- [Man] Okay, who's the next thrower up there?

Come on, eh!

- You and your brother are very close, aren't you?

- Yeah, we're close.

He used to hear my secrets.

Now he hears my confessions.

That's pretty much the same thing.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

- Why do you work over at that hotel?

- It's a job, you know.

Pays pretty good.

Beats pushin' a hack or busing tables.

- My mom showed me this article about Mr. Steelgrave,

they said that he's like some underworld boss and that...

Look, Vinnie, it's been a long time for me,

you know, after Alex.

I just can't make that mistake with you.

I just can't.

- Gina, Mr. Steelgrave owns a hotel.

I work at the hotel.

I do dumb stuff.

I do stuff like check how much lettuce

there is on Cobb salad day,

how much veal on veal piccata day, stuff like that.

I'm like in charge of some of the vendors, that's all.

All right?

- All right.

- Good, now eat.

Yeah, it was great all the fathers gettin'

in the dunk like that, huh?

- Yes, Monseigneur Vintelli had a hard night

thinking on that before he said yes.

[laughing]

Vinnie, you kinda like Gina Augustina, huh?

- Yes, Father Terranova, I kinda like Gina Augustina.

- She told me you were taking her out again tonight.

Don't make a mistake, Vinnie.

Not with her, okay?

- Pete, I really like her.

I'm not gonna hurt her.

- She's kinda like walking wounded.

After Alex, she spent most of her time just staying home.

Finally, she started coming here.

It's been two years getting her to where she is!

- Come on, Pete.

- I'm just telling you, okay?

She's been hurt.

She's very special.

And you're packing more than your share of backstory.

So don't make a mistake, okay?

- Okay, see ya later.

[Vinnie sniffing]

Pshew.

What the hell is in here?

It smells like dog shampoo.

- [chuckles] That's Lorenzo's stuff.

I had the boys bring it up to your place

till I figure out where to part the kid.

- I got an extra bedroom.

You can put him in here if you want.

- You don't mind?

- Nah.

- It's only for the summer, Vinnie.

- Sonny, come on, you didn't tote this thing

up here just to let it perfume my living room.

- Okay, you got me.

I was hoping you'd be generous.

As usual, you didn't disappoint me.

[sniffs] Ooh, there's gotta be a bottle

of broken cologne in here.

You know how these gindaloons are from Sicily.

They bathe in this junk. [laughs]

Oh boy, I haven't seen Lorenzo since he was

five maybe six years old.

I was his big, tough 16-year-old uncle.

Kid cried when his old man got deported back to Palermo.

[laughs] He was Yankee fan!

- Yeah?

- Yeah, and he liked the Flintstones.

He was an all-American boy.

He gets in at 5:30.

Thought maybe you'd want to come down there with me.

We pick him up, we'll take him out to dinner

after the Cecil Demont thing.

- Uh, I can't, Sonny.

I got a thing on tonight.

- [Sonny] Gina Augustina, right?

We'll take her with.

- Oh, Sonny, she's a neighborhood girl.

- Hey, Vinnie, is it me?

- No, Sonny, it's not you.

- 'Cause I'll be nice.

I'll be Uncle Sonny.

There'll be no wise talk.

Everything'll be nice.

- Lemme think about it, okay?

So what time is this Cecil Demont thing?

- 4:30.

- [Vinnie] It's a mistake, you know.

- Mm, I know.

We're meeting him in a rib joint called Back Street.

We're not lookin' for nothin' but talk,

but I want you to watch my back, Vinnie.

Okay?

This guy's got heavy muscle, and they're all

not wrapped too tight in the head.

I don't know what Demont feeds them,

but it's causing brain damage.

- I'll be right there with you, Sonny.

- If these moulinyans so much as shift their weight,

I want you to start pumpin'.

You go for Demont first.

- You got it, Sonny.

[upbeat music]

- They come this way, two machines.

- Hey, there's a bean shop over on the left.

- [Sonny] Let's go around.

I want to cruise the whole block.

- All right now, this is Jackson on the inside.

They're going around.

You all stay alert.

- [Man On Walkie Talkie] We be ready, Mr. Jackson.

- We gonna be seein' a lot of cops

around here once we open up, Cecil.

- Yeah, I know that's a fact.

Cops'd love to see Mr. Steelgrave lyin' face

down with his eyes lookin' up starin'

at the inside of his pointy head.

You know, they're probably gonna give us a party.

Gonna make it Cecil Demont day! [laughs]

- Hmm, there's nobody on the streets

but nowhere to park except over there.

I don't know, Sonny, I don't like it.

- Stay alert you guys.

- [Vinnie] Sonny, it's a setup!

There's guys in the car!

[guns firing]

- Damn.

You tell Molin Hart that we at war with them gunnies.

It's startin' now!

Ain't no stoppin'!

- This gonna be bad for business, Cecil!

- I am the Paisley Art Death Stalker.

I walk on the air!

All who see me cry in wonder.

- Get on the phone!

You tell Carl and Joey I want them to pull

everybody off the street now!

Numbers guys, bag men, we got a rummble!

Everybody!

[birds squwaking]

[tense music]

[phone rings]

- Hold on a minute.

It's Patrice on the line.

- You guys wanna excuse me?

This a clean line?

- It's always best to be careful, Salvatore.

- I'm callin' to tell you we've got

major problems with the coconut salesman in Ducktown.

- Perhaps I should send some accountants.

They look at the ledgers maybe find what's wrong.

- Hey, Pat!

You already sent me an accountant!

He's mowing my carpets.

He keeps it up, and I'm gonna send them back to ya

dressed for church!

- Perhaps you should calm yourself, Salvatore.

- Yeah, I'm workin' on that.

In the meantime, you tell Sid his Eisenhower days

ended this afternoon in front

of a rib joint in Ducktown!

- I wouldn't keep the sales force off

the streets for too long.

A lot of our partners will squirm.

We're very profit-oriented.

- Yeah, right.

Nice talkin' to you too.

He's pushin' in on me.

The cat's claws are startin' to show.

That's gotta be him.

Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny!

Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny.

Hey, kid, what's the matter?

Don't you remember 16 Yankee games in one summer?

Boom.

- Yeah.

It's good seein' you, Uncle Sonny.

- Hey, come on.

All right, all right.

How 'bout this kid, huh?

15 years in Sicily, and he talks like one of us.

- It's not Tibet.

We get American televison.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, The Flintstones.

Yabba Dabba Do!

- Yeah.

Let's get outta here.

- Maybe he'll grow on us.

- You guys come down here and pick me up in these cars?

- Hey, kid?

Hey, kid?

Come here, come here.

Maybe you should ease up some, huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

You're right, Uncle Sonny.

You got it.

- Okay.

I got a restaurant I thought I'd take you for dinner.

We're all gonna go.

I'll introduce you on the way, huh?

- Who are these guys?

- We're having some problems, kid.

Nothing we can't solve.

So for a while, we're gonna travel in groups.

- That sounds like fun.

This is a nice place, Uncle Sonny.

- [Sonny] You like it, huh?

- I like it. - All right.

We're gonna have a good time.

- I like it a lot.

- Hey, who's this?

- I figured what the hell?

- Sonny, I told ya, she's a neighborhood girl.

- I told her you wanted to take her

out to dinner, man.

I sent her flowers.

I got a car for her.

Vinnie, what's the problem?

- The problem is she's not right for this.

The problem is we got Cecil roamin'

around lookin' to wreck us.

Not for nothing, Sonny, but the problem

is you didn't tell me.

- Cecil's not gonna find us over here

on the New York side.

You got somethin' you want to say to me, Vinnie?

You want to take Gina and go, the car's outside.

Your call, pal.

- All right, I'm sorry.

I'm still workin' off the adrenaline from this afternoon.

I'm a little edgy.

- Yeah, ain't we all?

Huh?

See that, as promised, I deliver to this table

one Vinnie Terranova.

- Thank you, sir.

- Anytime.

Al right, let's see here.

This, this good-lookin' kid, this is my

nephew from Sicily, Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, this is Heidi Kesselman.

She works in the accounting office

down at the casino, so don't bruise her hand

or her mind, for that matter, because it

could cost us money.

Hi, baby.

And this is Chris Demitri, Lorenzo.

- Hello, Chris.

- You know Vinnie.

- Vinnie. - And this is Gina Augustina

from the neighborhood, right?

- Right.

- Hello.

- That's Vinnie's steady girl.

All right, Gus, come on, do the right thing over here.

Don't make me look bad.

Take care of us.

What's everybody drinking cocktails for?

We'll get some champagne.

So listen, you guys gotta try the calamari

here and the clams.

The clams sweat they're so good.

Heidi, you look great tonight, huh?

- [Heidi] Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself.

- Remind me to give you a raise.

- [Heidi] Okay.

[laughing]

- So what do you say we take a cab

on this deal, we find a place, and we go dancing.

- Hey, Lorenzo.

I brought Heidi over here to be your date.

Gina's with Vinnie.

- So Vinnie takes Heidi, and I go with Gina.

- Lorenzo, you don't get it.

Gina's with me.

- No, she's with whoever she says she's with.

I take what I want.

I'm here, and I want her.

- You know maybe you didn't notice this,

but this is a restaurant, not a stud farm.

Now, I'm tryin' to be nice to you,

because you're Sonny's nephew, but you're

makin' it very difficult.

- Vinnie, take me home, please.

- [Sonny] I'll take you home.

Lorenzo, you can go to the hotel with Don and Larry.

Come on, girls.

- I guess it's gonna be you and me after all.

- I got an early day tomorrow.

Maybe we should call it a night.

- Wait out here for me for a second, all right?

We'll get the car.

I want to talk to Sonny, okay?

Mario, stay with the girls for a minute, all right?

Sonny, you got a minute?

- Yeah.

I used to take this kid to ballgames.

I don't get this one, Vinnie.

- What are you completely nuts?

Uh!

Ugh!

- Hey, come on, oh!

Who the hell are you?

- I'm your nephew from Sicily, Uncle Sonny,

and I've come to learn the business. [laughs]

[dramatic music]

- You all right? - Yeah.

I don't know, Sonny.

He's not growin' on me.

What about you?

- You okay?

You want Tommy and Larry to take Gina home?

- No, I'm all right.

I'm fine.

- Listen, Vinnie.

I'm sorry about Lorenzo.

I'm gonna call Dom in Sicily, and I'm gonna

find out what happened.

I mean, maybe this kid turned into a fruitcake

since I knew him.

Maybe Dom sent him here to get rid of him.

I don't know.

But it don't figure--

- Sonny, I'm gonna let it go because he's your nephew,

but I want you to tell him to never stand

behind me, just stay where I can see him

and to keep his hands in his pockets, all right?

- You got it.

- And under the circumstances, maybe it's

not such a good idea that we share my place.

We might kill each other over who gets

to use the shower in the morning.

- I'll take care of it.

- Thank you.

- [Sonny] Let's do it.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Oh yeah, I'm fine.

It takes more than an antenna-wielding

maniac to put Vinnie Terranova on the bench,

especially when he's out with somebody

as pretty as Gina Augustina.

[gentle music]

- I'm finally somewhere, Vinnie.

I don't know where, but it's not where

I was two weeks before I met you,

and it sure is a lot better than where it used to be.

- Gina, I'm trying to tell you something,

and you're not listening to me.

I've got a history.

I'm mixed up in things.

I've been in jail.

That's not the kinda life for you.

- Just answer me one question.

- What? - Do you care about me?

- You know I do.

That's why I'm telling you this.

- That's all I need for tonight.

- [sighs] I think I better get outta here.

Why don't you come sit in the car with me

for a minute, okay?

- I know you got that for the ride home,

but can I have a sip?

- Oh sure.

One lukewarm coffee, comin' up.

Here.

What's the matter?

- Oh, Alex used to throw plastic lids

like that without looking.

Said it was all in the wrist.

Said it came from years on the job,

sitting in parked cars till three in the morning.

He said that they all used to do it that way.

- Yeah, with me, it's just a lucky shot.

I'm just showin' off.

Here, take a sip before it gets cold.

[sighs] Gina, what am I gonna do with you?

I know it's not right, but I do want to see you again.

- [laughs] Maybe we should ask Pete.

- Maybe we will.

Come here.

[gentle music]

Agent 4587 style section, date, presence, beautiful.

- How you doin', paleface?

- Not so good.

We're into it with Demont.

You better tell McPike I need to set up a meet.

Tell him to meet me in the vacant garage

on Hightower in an hour.

- You got it, Vinnie.

[tense music]

- Well, him is having a very busy day.

Skirmish in Ducktown, dinner with the chowder

and violin society and now a late date with me.

- Didn't you get me any coffee?

- What do you want?

I hate meetings after midnight in cold garages

with guys I'm not partial to.

- Here, take this and throw this on the dash.

- What?

- Yeah, go ahead, just do it like you always do,

without even thinkin' about it.

- Is there a prize?

- Would you just do it?

Well, I'll be damned.

That's one they missed.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Cops.

We sit around for hours doin' surveillance.

I guess we all flip our coffee lids

up on the dash like that.

You better tell the guys at Quantico

to put that in the training program.

I almost got busted doin' that tonight.

- You know, you're right.

Every cop or fed I've ever known

sort of does it the same way.

- Yeah.

You know, we got big problems with Cecil Demont.

- Cecil the Diesel.

The man's been traveling around on a bent axle

for over 10 years.

Maybe Sonny'll finally do us a favor and tip him over.

- Listen, what I want you to do

is check with the State Department and maybe

the Italian police.

I want you to find out about a guy

named Lorenzo Steelgrave.

He's Sonny's nephew.

He's a U.S. citizen.

He was born here.

He's lived here for six years before he

moved back to Palermo when his father Dominic got deported.

- You want to tell me why?

- He's the king of the bent axle division.

This guy is a real loose cannon, Frank.

He just showed up this afternoon,

already he's makin' people stand back.

- Okay.

Anything else?

- No, that's it.

- All right then, I've got something for you.

I want you to stay away from the blue-eyed princess.

She's a civilian and there are good

reasons why it'll never work out.

Okay?

- Oh, this is great.

- Her old man, Alex Augustina was

a wrong number before he died.

- What do you mean a wrong number?

He was a cop in Brooklyn.

He had emotional problems, and he killed himself.

- Not so.

He went sour.

The reason he was chewin' on his gun barrel

in the back of the closet was because the department

was gonna indict him.

Internal affairs had him cold.

He was on the pad.

- Did she know that?

- All I know is, the department threw a blanket

over it after he killed himself.

There's nothing to be gained by dragging

a dead cop's reputation through the mud.

Whether he told his wife of not is anybody's guess.

- And it's better for a cop to go EOW

than to just go bad, right?

- Hey, that is life.

Alex is end of watch, and you are hustling

a lady who's played this scene before.

I personally don't care what you do,

as long as you don't end up a bent axle yourself,

because then my favorite fed, Frank McPike,

would develop a problem.

And that I would hate.

- Yeah, well, I'll keep it in mind.

Listen, I may be making a cash run

up to Boston in the next couple of days.

I'll let you know.

But I don't think we should bust it,

'cause it'll focus too much heat on me, okay?

- All right.

Call the Lifeguard when it happens.

I want him to log it.

[tense music]

- Hey, Vinnie!

How you doin'?

You're not still sore about last night, are ya?

- Yeah, I'm still sore about last night.

Did Sonny talk to you?

- Yeah.

He said to give you lots of room,

but I do things my own way.

And I figure since I'm a Steelgrave

and you're some unmade guy from nowhere,

it's in your best interest to settle out with me.

You do things for me, I take care of you.

- Listen, I think you're a dangerous guy

with a bad short somewhere.

I want you to stay away from me.

Otherwise, I'm gonna give you somethin'

you're not gonna forget for a long time.

You got that?

- Yeah.

I got that. - Good.

- No wonder Demont kicked your butt.

Such an invitin' target.

- How you doin', Mr. Royce?

- How am I doing?

A good question.

A better question is what are we doing?

- This guy is not long for the planet.

- Sonny, you got a bigger problem

lounging around out there in pointed toed shoes.

I don't want to add to your troubles,

but your nephew just tried to recruit me.

- What? - Yeah, right out there

in the outer office.

Come work for me, I take care of you he says to me.

- What do I do, Vinnie?

This kid's family.

- I don't know, but you better flag him off

before he hits the wall.

I'm tellin' ya.

- Pass these around, shots of Cecil and Jackson Jackson

and the other guy's that work for him.

I want our guys to recognize their people on sight.

- All right, Sonny.

[upbeat music]

[footsteps approaching]

- Hey, Jackson.

You're number two idiot down here, right?

Well, I'm Lorenzo Steelgrave,

and I got a proposition for you.

In the next three minutes, you're either

gonna get very rich or very dead.

- Man, you crazy comin' down here.

- Here's the deal.

You can beat the Steelgraves, especially if

they're bringing Mr. Patrice from across the river.

But I think I can change all that.

You and I negotiate a peace.

I put you in charge of all the Rastafarians.

Mr. Demont gracefully retires,

and we all live happily ever after.

- So what's the catch?

- You pay me not 5% of your operation but 15.

I go back and tell Sonny you're gonna play ball,

and he calls off the war.

- Why would I do that?

- 'Cause I'm gonna show you how to steal

all the money you need from Sonny.

And I'm gonna start with the cash run

he's makin' tomorrow.

I'm gonna give you the route and the license plates.

You hit the cars and take the cash.

You give me 15% off the top and another 15%

of everything you got goin' down here,

and you're still ahead of the game

because it's all Sonny's money.

- And Cecil, he just gonna go for that, huh?

- Oh, why don't we call him back here and ask him?

Go on, ask him.

- Hey, Cecil.

Cecil, come out here for a moment.

There's a phone call for ya.

It's important, man.

- Jackson here wants to take over your operation.

You got a problem with that?

- You dead, mister.

[gun fires] - Ugh!

- I think he had that backwards, didn't he, Jackson?

But it's no problem, 'cause he just gracefully retired.

Now, we'll see if you got the management

skills to run this balloon factory.

[gentle music]

- Did you ever want to just sail straight out

as far as you could till you found your own island

where nothing was spoiled?

Where there was just a sea to feed you

and a sun to keep you warm,

and everything was exactly the way it seemed to be?

Can I trust you, Vinnie?

Can you trust me?

Do we love each other enough to tell the absolute truth?

- Sometimes the truth is painful.

The truth doesn't always set you free, Gina.

Sometimes it can break you.

- There's a lie between us, Vinnie.

Don't ask me how I know, but it's there.

I can feel it.

- Gina, I told you what I was.

I told you I was wrong for you,

that I had a past and a jail record.

- No, this is something that you haven't told me.

It's that thing that makes you look

away when we talk about our future.

It's the pain in your eyes when we want each other.

Last week, we were looking in that parking garage

downtown, and we saw that blue Datsun

that looked just like mine, and I said there it is.

And you said, "No, your license number is YKW 985."

- Yeah, so what.

- Yeah, well, Alex was good at that too.

He could remember license plates.

I mean, one look and gee, he'd have it.

And that thing with the coffee lid.

Just like Alex.

Rubber-soled shoes, that's all Alex ever used to wear,

rubber-soled shoes.

It didn't matter what they were,

as long as they had rubber soles.

You wear rubber-soled shoes.

- So I guess Alex and I had a lot in common.

- Cops wear rubber-soled shoes in case

they get into some action.

Cops remember license plates.

They throw their coffee lids on the dash.

Cops, Vinnie.

I lived with one for 10 years.

I watched him look in the rear view mirror

50 times on his way across town, just like you.

Cops.

Don't ask me how I know, but I know.

I can feel it.

I love you, I do, and, in a way,

I wish you were who you said you were, a crook.

Somehow, that would just make it better.

I just don't know if I could take it again.

I just don't know if I could make it.

- Hey, Gina, it's a lot more complicated than that.

- Now, just look in my eyes and tell me it isn't so.

- I'm sorry, Gina.

I was tryin' to have it both ways.

- Damn you.

- Goodbye, Gina.

Don't hate me.

Remember that I tried to walk away.

I do love you, and I won't forget you.

[tense music]

- The car's across town at Dooley's Garage.

The dough is in it.

You up to this?

You look funny.

- Nah, I'm fine.

What time am I supposed to get there?

- You get to Boston at 9 a.m.

It's 3:50.

You leave here in 20 minutes.

You roll in there as soon as the banks open up.

Little Moe and Joey the Bat'll meet you outside.

You give 'em the keys to the car,

and you take a cab to the airport.

- Okay, let's go.

[Rastafarian music]

[tires squealing]

- He be comin' your way now, mon.

Pull the truck across.

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

[guns firing]

[tires squealing]

- The Lifeguard told me you lost it.

How much was aboard?

- Over 100 grand.

- I'm pullin' you out.

Steelgrave's got to figure you for this heist.

- Oh now wait a minute, Frank.

Let's think this out.

I am not the only guy that knew about this run.

There was a half a dozen guys in the garage,

including Lorenzo.

- Well, that's another flash bulletin.

Your nutcake is not Lorenzo Steelgrave.

Lorenzo Steelgrave got sent to harp class.

They found his body in the surf off the coast

of Sicily last night.

- So who the hell is he?

- They don't know for sure.

Maybe a guy named Tony Sanmartano,

and, if it is, you guys got more trouble

than you bargained for.

- Why?

- Tony Sanmartano's half American half Italian.

He was a bandit in the hills of Sicily for five years,

where he killed people without motive.

Even the guys in the mafia in Sicily were afraid of him.

He was judged legally insane

and incarcerated in a mental hospital in Cefalu.

Three weeks ago, he went over the wall.

They think maybe he was a stowaway on that freighter,

pitched Lorenzo and took his ID.

- I wonder if Sonny knows.

- I don't know, but, if he hasn't heard yet,

you can't tell him.

He'll wonder how you found out.

It's gotta come from Dom.

- Yeah, but you gotta leave me in, Frank.

You gotta let me play it out.

We got enough on Sonny, but now we got a shot

at Patrice and Mahoney.

- Man, this thing is beginning to stagger around.

I'm responsible for you.

We got too many loose ends here.

- I tell you what, Frank, I'll call

the Lifeguard every two hours.

I miss one call, you come and get me.

Now, I think Sonny'll cover me on this.

Now, come on, how 'bout it?

Huh?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

You know, I got one other question.

- Mm?

- Is that your pajama top?

- Yeah, that's my pajama top.

The lines begin to blur when I work with you, kiddo.

- You were down there all alone,

you blow away Cecil, and you collect

while his friends are just standin'

around pickin' lint out of their ears?

- Yeah.

- You collect the 15%, you just hand it

over to me just like that?

- There are conditions.

You see, I figure without me, you wouldn't have

money stacked up on your table there.

You'd have bodies.

I control Demont's guys now.

And I'm thinking 15% might be a little stiff.

After all, I did all the work.

- What are you doin'?

Are you tryin' to cut yourself in for a piece of this?

- All I'm saying is think it over.

You had 5%.

I'm willing to give you 7 1/2.

You're ahead 2 1/2% percent, the war is over,

and I'll go down and handle the management

down there so you don't have to go down

and hassle with the brothers.

- Go on.

- Or I start bringing the Jamaican brothers

across into Atlantic City.

We parade up and down the boulevard.

We make the tourists do the funky chicken.

We heard business up here.

- You know what, Lorenzo?

[tense music]

You got no deal.

You got nothing.

As a matter of fact, you don't have a place here any more.

You got that?

Come on, bring your Jamaican buddies down here.

I'll wipe the streets with them.

You got that?

Now, you get the hell outta here!

You collect your stuff, and you get out!

[Sid gasps]

- The pin is out, and, once I drop it,

we're all history.

'Cause where I come from, death is just another currency.

I think you're soft.

I think you eat too much good food.

I'm leavin'.

The money is yours, a one-time payment.

Think it over.

I'll be in touch, but, if you say no,

I will show you the currency of death.

[Sid gasps]

- You can come up now, Sid.

It's a toy.

You lost it?

You lost the whole 300 grand?

- Sonny, I told you, it was Demont's guys.

They hit me 20

miles out of Boston. - There is no Cecil Demont!

Lorenzo killed him.

He comes back and tells us he's cuttin'

into our take down there.

Then he threatens us and walks out,

leaving 160 grand on the table!

He stands in the doorway and throws a toy

hand grenade in at us!

That was the good part.

You should've seen Sid duck.

He looked like an extra in the Sands of Iwo Jima.

- Yeah but, Sonny, don't you get it?

There's no way that he coulda organized

those guys unless he had something to give 'em!

- What did he have to give 'em?

- You told him about the run!

He knew about it!

He split the take with 'em,

you get your own money back, and now he says

from now on he's part of the deal.

- Nobody would do anything like that

unless they were crazy!

- Yeah, well, I don't think we ought to overlook

that as a possibility.

- How 'bout another possibility, huh?

Vinnie Terranova sittin' in the front seat

of a station wagon with 300 grand in the spare tire.

He decides to pocket it.

He makes up a story about the Rastafarian

then comes down here and tries to get me to buy it!

- Sonny, if you think that, you better

take your piece out right now and shoot me.

And if you don't think it, then shame

on ya for sayin' it.

- Okay.

I had to try it out on ya, see how you could take it.

This Lorenzo, he'd try anything.

- Hey, Sally.

Where is everybody?

- [Sally] Don't know, Sonny didn't say.

- He's probably out lookin' for Lorenzo.

- He's a strange guy, Lorenzo.

He comes in here this morning and wants

to take me out right then at 10 a.m.

When I tell him I can't leave,

and he says, "Sure you can leave.

"I'm a Steelgrave."

Like Sonny's not my boss?

- He's a strange guy, all right.

- So he says, "Well, I'll just have to take

"somebody else out."

Said he's got some girl stashed over in Queens.

He's gonna go over to her place and make her party.

- Wait a minute.

When was that?

- I don't know.

It was before he went in to see Sonny.

And then he left.

About two hours ago.

[ominous music]

[phone ringing] [Gina struggling]

- [Gina] No!

Ah!

Oh!

[Gina crying]

- Get off her!

[Gina screams] [gun fires]

Let her go, Lorenzo!

- No way!

- Make it just you and me, just like you wanted!

- Forget it!

- One of us doesn't walk away, come on!

- Vinnie, go away, he'll kill you!

Go away!

- [Lorenzo] Come on!

[Gina struggling]

[gun fires]

- They found Lorenzo Steelgrave's body

washed up on the beach.

It's all over now, and we're gonna find out

what happens to you Sanmartano.

Let her go!

- She dies and then I tell Sonny you're a cop.

And when he hears that, you die!

- You kill her, I kill you.

You let her go, you can still cop a plea for soft walls.

You still got a chance to become an old man,

but you gotta make your choice right now.

Go on, go wait out in the car.

I'll be out in a minute.

Go on!

[tense music]

Did she tell you?

- I found the letter she was writing to you.

But, either way, you're through.

Of course, maybe we could make a trade.

You let me go, and I don't tell Sonny you're a cop.

You see, 'cause I don't care if you bust Sonny,

'cause he's nothin' to me.

Nobody can stop me, man.

Sure, they can send me back to the hospital,

but I'll just run away again.

You see, I'm not crazy.

I'm just different.

I'm smarter and meaner than all of them.

- Stay where you are.

I'm gonna have to hurt you.

- You don't get it, do you?

You see, you bein' a cop just makes it easy.

You can't kill me, man.

You gotta arrest me.

You can't even lay a hand on me.

- Don't push me.

- I was arrested in Sicily for killing one man.

But I've killed over 20.

I killed a man in a flop house once,

'cause he wouldn't stop snoring.

And you can't do anything about it.

I'm gonna walk over there, and I'm gonna

take that gun away from you,

and I'm gonna feed it to you.

Then I'm gonna go to the car,

and I'm gonna get Gina, and we're gonna

have a little encore.

Maybe I'll kill her.

Yeah, and I'll leave ya both on the front lawn.

[laughs]

You see, Vinnie, you're not a killer, man.

You're just a guy with an attitude.

You can't kill me.

You can't pull the trigger even now.

[gun fires]

[phone rings]

- Yeah?

- [Pete] It's me.

- How you doin', Pete?

- Gina was just here.

She said she's gonna get in touch with you.

She said she wants to take the chance.

- I love her, Pete.

- I know that.

That's why you gotta do the right thing.

Hey, you there?

- I'm somewhere.

Not where I used to be and not where I'm goin'.

Gina said that.

She also said there was a place where everybody

trusted everybody and there was not deceit.

- Sounds remarkably like haven to me.

- It sure as hell ain't Atlantic City.

- I just thought you ought to know.

- Okay.

Thanks.

[gentle music]

[phone rings]

[upbeat music]

[fanfare music]