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(dramatic pop music)

- [Narrator] Last week on Wiseguy.

- I wanna talk to your father about this.

That okay with you?

- Sonny!

- You're sending Marys into the Bronx,

that'll make things difficult.

- Mm-hmm.

- You've been inside Sonny's organization for six months,

who's got soul of a Judas?

- I think that we can get to his right hand.

- Yes, Mr. Patrice.

Terranova's seducible.

- You happy in Atlantic City?

- It's all right.

- All right is not happy.

- I'm not sure I know what happiness is.

- Everybody's going over to Pat the Cat.

Think it's time you join 'em, Vinnie.

- I don't that's a good idea, Sonny.

- That's what I put you there for.

I stay one step ahead of him, I could beat him.

- This is the one we wanted, Frank.

The biggest fish on the east coast.

- You know how hard it is to get a conviction on conspiracy?

- What do you want me to do?

- We're gonna hit Sonny the morning of his wedding

at seven o'clock.

I need you to smuggle in some hardware to Scalisi.

- I'll take care of it, Don Patrice.

- I'd like to thank Paul

for givin' us a nice spread.

- [Group] Yeah!

(applauding)

- Thanks, Pat.

(muffled gun firing)

- So I hold out my hand to those of you who feel isolated,

and invite you to join my family.

(crowd chattering)

Hey Vinnie?

- What?

- Why didn't you tell me Patrice was gonna hit me?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(door thumping shut)

Mornin', Sidney.

How you doin' in there?

(muffled groaning)

Why, Vinnie?

Why didn't you tell me, huh?

You were gonna be my best man.

Time for Paul to leave.

What were you thinking?

That you can give me up to Patrice

and he'd give you my action?

Time's up, Terranova.

What?

You waitin' for the day shift?

There's nobody comin' through that door to save you, pal.

(weapons clicking)

- [Voice On Radio] Green team, I 70 Warfield leader, roger.

- [Voice On Radio] Warfield, roger green team.

Stand by on I 70.

- [Voice On Radio] Turn flight blockade, roger.

- [Voice On Radio] Roger on the blockade.

Roger, exit two.

- I'm gonna act as point man here

to coordinate for Justice Department.

- Oh, that's a good idea.

- All right, line up, line up!

On the double!

We're ready, McPike.

- All right, listen up.

We're about to arrest the wealthiest criminal slime

in America.

They're fat, they're sassy.

They have no interest in risking their lives

to avoid the inconvenience of being booked.

They'll do their fighting in court

with high ticket attorneys.

Now, this operation can go down without a shot.

I don't want anybody to make a mistake

that'll trigger a fire fight, is that understood?

(group mumbles agreement)

Thank you.

- What was that all about?

- I have a man to protect.

- Whenever you're ready.

- Gentlemen,

let's do it.

(engines roaring)

(tires squealing)

- All I kept thinking about was,

once this deal was set, and Patrice was mine,

you were going south on me!

It doesn't add up.

(objects crashing)

How can you be a Judas Iscariot for this Roman?

This, this is what greed

without respect for other men gets you!

Scum.

(water splashing)

- You're gonna kill me.

- Isn't that what you were gonna do to me?

- No!

- No!

You weren't conspiring with this man?

- You've been holdin' out on me, Sonny.

All this game playin'.

So I figured I'm caught in the middle

of a death dance between you and Patrice.

And then it hit me.

The only guy at this table that didn't see Vinnie Terranova

as expendable is Vinnie Terranova.

(knocking on door)

- [Aldo] Sonny, it's Aldo.

(Sonny chuckling)

You need this?

- Plant him someplace ugly.

(engines revving loudly)

(steady rock music)

(Aldo singing along incoherently)

(tires squealing)

You're nothing, Vinnie.

You're nothing to me.

You look at that watch again I'll kill you where you stand!

You'd have stuck that knife right in my back,

right through my heart,

and watch the life race out of my eyes.

What did I do to deserve that, huh?

I'm not gonna kill you, not now.

I want you to go somewhere and disappear.

Somewhere I can't find you on those days

when I think about that you were my Brutus.

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

- Get outta there!

Sonny, get outta there, all hell's broke loose!

- Oh, Aldo, hold on, I can't hear you,

you're screaming.

- The cops are comin'!

Feds!

- Feds.

- [Aldo] 12, 13, 15 cars!

They're on the reservoir road!

(dramatic music)

- You're a cop, aren't you?

A cop!

I'll kill you, you bastard!

(dishes crashing)

I'll kill ya!

(suspenseful music)

(loud grunting)

(engine starting)

(tires squealing)

- Get out!

- [Man] Hey, what?

- Get out!

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music)

- Cop.

Cop!

- [Computer Voice] Please track your fuel level.

- What?

What?

- [Computer Voice] Please track your fuel level.

- What, what!

- [Computer Voice] Please track your fuel level.

- Shut up.

(screaming)

- Two minute warning.

(engines revving)

- Come on!

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

- Shut up!

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

- Shut up.

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

- Shut up.

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

Hey, kid!

Give me some gas!

Come on!

(tires squealing)

Come on, fill it up, what are you waitin' for?

- I need some money.

Hey!

I gotta have some money first.

- Want money, huh?

Money?

Come here.

Come here, I'll give you the money.

Come here, come here.

Here, $1500 worth of golf clubs,

plus the bag for $10 worth of gas.

Okay?

- Okay.

- [Sonny] Good, go ahead, here.

- You've got the gas, relax, okay!

- [Sonny] Put the gas in the car!

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

- Lock up that stairwell!

And seal the office.

You sit down.

Sit down!

- [Man] McPike!

- Morning, gentlemen.

- You guys want breakfast?

(dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(muffled shrieking)

- Hold it!

There's somebody in there.

(shrieking)

- Red team.

- Perimeter secure.

- Blue team.

- Grounds secured.

- Green team?

- All rooms secured.

We got a stiff, looks like Scalisi.

- Black team.

- Two rooms to go.

(explosion blasting)

(guns firing)

- What is that?

Black team!

- Hall secure.

Gonna need the ambulance.

One of ours.

- Who's got Steelgrave and Patrice?

Where are Steelgrave and Patrice?

(dishes crashing)

Where is Steelgrave?

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

(engine hesitating)

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

- [Computer Voice] Please check your fuel level.

(tires squealing)

- [Vinnie] Sonny!

(quiet pop music)

(Vinnie groaning)

- [Sonny] Ha!

Ah, ah!

(doors rattling)

- Give it up, Sonny!

- Stay away from me, Vinnie.

Rat bastard!

(loud thumping)

(flesh pounding)

(flesh pounding)

(thumping)

(both yelling)

(breathing heavily)

(loud thumping)

(quiet talking on police radio)

- We got a short count.

Patrice, Steelgrave, Terranova, and one Aldo Baglia.

Well, well, well, the boys.

You know, Harry,

six months is the same as life for old coot like you.

You talk to me, you walk right outta here.

- I didn't get to be an old coot playing footsie with geeks.

- Oh, Harry, you're a sweetheart.

- Detective.

- I could cut your throat so's you drown in your own blood.

- Now, now, now, now, now.

It's been a tough morning on all of us.

Patrice and Steelgrave.

- And your man Terranova.

- Why they're all my men, Sid.

I got the warrants to prove it.

Unless you wanna spend two hours

in a sealed police meat wagon with Frick and Frack there,

you better talk fast.

- Look,

those men will kill me.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- Then help me, yes?

Federal witness program.

I want immunity.

- Well I want eternal life myself, Sid,

but right now I'm just gettin' ticked off.

And I guarantee you, me in a bad mood

is the surest way to no immunity,

no Federal Witness Program,

and No Money Mahoney as a bunkmate.

- Look,

I know Terranova's a Federal agent.

Uh-huh.

Look, do you have a superior officer around here?

- Excuse me, Sid.

Now it may not have dawned on you,

but your life has taken a nasty turn.

Now, you got something to sell,

you better dress it up, put it in the window,

or I'm gonna buy some place else.

- There is no place else.

- From a salesman who's not facing capital charges

on the murder of Atlantic City detective Karen Malloy.

- Frank?

Better get up here.

Look at this, Frank.

It'll make your day.

- [Sonny] A man who is isolated, is empty.

(muffled gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(thumping) (groaning)

(panting)

(both groaning)

(flesh pounding)

(suspenseful music)

(dishes crashing)

- [Aldo] Sonny, what's goin' on?

Sonny, run, you're gonna get nailed!

Get out of there!

- I want bloodhounds to sweep the perimeter.

- Why dogs?

- I've got two guys that hightailed it on foot.

- Steelgrave and Terranova?

- Yeah.

- You don't need dogs.

I got two guys outside reporting stolen vehicles.

They ID'ed Terranova and Steelgrave.

- What vehicles?

- Late model silver Chrysler LeBaron convertible

and an old pickup.

- All right, now, as in immediately,

I want a full bore search.

Choppers, infrared equipment,

all available vehicles, say within 200 miles.

I want a 13 state spread, federal, state, and local.

Facts, photos on Steelgrave and Terranova.

I want a separate run on Aldo Baglia.

Well, what?

- What about Patrice?

- You forget Patrice!

He's a memory!

A fond one for you gentlemen.

Oh, Rochester?

Light's a little flat,

but you guys are gonna love the action.

- I'm the most cooperative man you know.

I have a photographic memory, yes?

I have numbers of accounts he has!

Accounts he doesn't even know he has!

Please, keep them away from me.

- Sidney, you know that's impossible.

- [Voice On Radio] We got two limos comin'.

- My family.

- Disarm and detain the men

and send the little women home.

- You know, I got a family too, pal.

And you don't give a damn about 'em.

(tires squealing)

Miss Baglia?

- Where's my father?

- He's here, he's fine.

I'm sorry, you can't see him right now.

- Why?

- He's under arrest.

- My brother?

- Your brother's a fugitive.

- Sonny?

- Steelgrave is a fugitive on a murder warrant.

- Foul pig!

(thumping)

On my wedding day you do this!

On my wedding day!

On my wedding to my Sonny!

- Theresa!

- Daddy!

- Don't you posture.

Steelgrave and Terranova, where would they run?

- I don't know.

- Aldo.

- Not even for my Theresa.

- Daddy!

(upbeat rock music)

(shovel cracking the ground)

(dramatic music)

(body thumping)

(dramatic music)

- Whoa, Pat.

Look at this!

That's beautiful, babe.

What we talkin' here,

five, six carets D flawless?

Yeah!

Perfect cut.

(grunting)

- Ooh, (mumbles) hold on.

Chill out for one second.

This is gonna work, Pat (mumbles).

(upbeat rock music)

- Let's get these men processed!

- I owe somebody, these guys aren't goin' anywhere

until I make good.

- Frank,

you've run a good operation,

but I'm gonna flag on this one.

Delaying puts a conviction, even the program, at risk!

- Darrell, you take a look around.

Terranova delivered in spades.

Now, I'm not gonna turn my back on him

because things got outta hand.

- We're batting 900.

- Darrell, that's unacceptable.

Terranova is still out there.

Now he hasn't called in, that means he's either dead

or he's still chasin' Steelgrave.

- Hey, this ain't right, I'm starvin'.

You gotta feed us!

- You give me Terranova?

- I told you, I don't know!

- Then you shut your fat mouth!

(sighing)

- Third possibility, Terranova took off with Steelgrave.

- Darrell, you're a good bureaucrat.

Heavy action for you is the whirlpool of the agency toilets.

Now, this is a mop up operation in a war zone.

You be a good guy and leave it the warriors.

- What are you doin' to find him?

- Sir, I am doing everything!

(dramatic music)

(helicopter blades rumbling)

(grunting and groaning)

(helicopter blades rumbling in distance)

- Just a matter of time.

(Sonny grunting)

- [Vinnie] What are doing, what are you, nuts?

You're gonna electrocute yourself!

- [Sonny] Wouldn't that make you happy?

(metal slamming)

- Ah!

(crickets chirping)

Hey!

- Yeah, go ahead man, send it home.

- Come on, leave 'em alone.

Where you goin'?

- Brazil.

Where am I goin'?

There's a bar up there.

With any luck, I'll drink myself to death.

(groaning loudly)

(spitting)

I don't like bein' stared at.

- What is this place?

- Your friends are gonna be here soon.

So why don't you wait in the other room?

- Maybe I want a drink.

- My father used to force people to place these things.

Now they're retro chic.

What'd your old man do?

- What difference does it make?

- Not successful, huh?

- He had a bakery route.

- [Sonny] In Brooklyn?

- Yeah.

- Connected guy.

- He drove a bread truck, Sonny, that's it.

- [Sonny] In Brooklyn, mm-hmm.

- It was close to home.

- And once a week ward meetings at the social club.

- You're wrong, it was a job!

- Where they'd total the take of the betting slips

and see who was performing well,

and offer 'em a shot at the telephone action,

big chance to be a bookie.

Papa Terranova just stayed in that truck

and played it safe.

Your old man was a connected guy.

Working class street operator who never made it to the curb.

You can't take it that he was just another nickel and dimer

so you made a career out of bringin' down guys like me

who made it to the folding money.

- That's good, Sonny.

You're gonna need a lot of fantasies.

- How'd your old man die?

- He had a heart attack.

- My old man,

(imitates shooting) last time anybody saw him,

he was buying a cigar.

When I finish with this I'm gonna beat you to death with it.

- O.C.B.'s gonna find us here in a few hours.

You know it never occurred to me,

that we'd be friends.

I want to, hey look at me,

I want you to know there's a lot about who you are,

that I feel close to.

You stupid bastard!

I had my men rockin' in there at seven o'clock this morning.

Plenty enough time to keep Patrice from killin' you.

You were gonna be the victim, Sonny!

I dealt you the best hand that I could.

I was giving you a position from which you could negotiate.

But you screwed up, man!

You had to indulge your blood lust.

You screwed up.

(mechanical clicking)

♪ One, two, three, good lovin'

♪ Good lovin'

- This place used to be called the Rialto.

Copped my first feel in the back row.

♪ I was feelin'

♪ So bad

♪ I asked my family doctor just what I had ♪

♪ I said doctor

♪ Doctor

♪ Mr M.D.

♪ Doctor

♪ Can you tell me

♪ What's ailing me

♪ Doctor

♪ He said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Yeah, yeah, Randolph Scott would shoot his way

through Tombstone while I was workin' my way

through Maria's wire-reinforced underwear.

Ooh, I can still feel it.

♪ Come on, lovin'

♪ All I need is lovin'

♪ Gimme good lovin', Maria

Yeah!

♪ Honey please

♪ Squeeze me tight

♪ Yeah

♪ Don't you want your baby to be all right ♪

♪ Be all right

♪ I said baby

♪ Baby, now it's for sure

♪ It's for sure

♪ I got the fever, yeah

♪ You got the cure

♪ Got the cure

♪ Everybody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Dance, yeah, yeah, drink

♪ Drop dead

♪ Really need is good lovin'

♪ Come on, give me that lovin'

♪ Good lovin'

♪ All I need is lovin'

♪ Gimme good lovin' baby

♪ Good love

(glasses crashing)

(screaming)

(glasses crashing)

Good love!

♪ Good lovin'

♪ Good lovin'

♪ Good lovin'

♪ All I need is lovin'

♪ All I want is lovin'

♪ Lovin' early in the mornin'

♪ Lovin' late at night

♪ Good lovin'

♪ Love

♪ Love

♪ Love, love, love, love, love

- Hey, Vinnie, remember wire underwear?

- Before my time.

- Like honor.

- I've made my peace, Sonny.

(light pop music)

- Remember the 60s, Vinnie?

- Yeah.

- How you gonna remember this?

How you gonna remember me, Vinnie?

(slow dramatic music)

- Patch me through to the sheriff.

(sirens blaring)

- This party stinks.

You look like death.

(sirens in the distance)

(tires squealing)

- Give me the loud hailer.

Mr. Steelgrave, Mr. Terranova,

we hold warrants for your arrest.

(skin slapping)

- This is it, this is it, Sonny.

What am I lookin' at, what am I lookin' at?

If it's federal, it's the RICO Act.

If it's state, it's the Malhouse amendment.

You a federal or a Jersey cop?

I can't believe you're a cop.

Either way it's a conspiracy.

Okay.

What am I lookin' at now, what am I lookin' at?

Overnight camp for congressmen.

I could grow tomatoes with,

I could grow tomatoes with former Wall Street wizards.

Yeah, yeah, me and Ivan Bowski,

he did time didn't he?

Yeah, he did time, he did time.

I could make this work for me.

I could make a much stronger case.

I could plead down to a year, maybe 18 months, worst case.

Yeah, that's it!

They'll try and extract a price from me,

but they're too smart to take it to court.

Jurors don't believe liars.

Yeah, you're a liar.

Oh, and my pal, you are a major league liar.

You've been lying for years.

You don't even know what the truth is anymore.

- Sonny, what about what you did to Patrice?

- You're gonna tell them about that?

What about all those feelings you said you had for me?

- Sonny, I feel for you deeply,

but you can't run from this murder!

- Patrice is gone, man.

He's gone forever.

They got no corpse, they got no case.

- They got video tape!

- Bad news, the owner's in Bermuda.

Nobody can find the handyman.

Gonna have to bust down the door.

- Great.

- Okay, you guys, let's go.

- We're going to break down the door.

- Where was the camera?

- In the ceiling, in the ballroom.

It was hooked up to a 12 hour deck.

(beating on the door)

- Frank, will you stop that a minute?

- Cool it!

We can't wait, you know that.

(beating on the door)

- Know what the penalty in this state is, huh?

Lethal injection.

They strap you to a gurney and pump you full of morphine.

Half the officials in the state watch it

on closed circuit TV.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Know half those guys that are watchin' me

slip through oblivion?

They're all on my payroll.

Like you.

How much of my money you got in the bank, Vinnie?

Come on through, man.

Come on!

Come on through!

I got some of what you want!

- Sonny, what are you doing?

- What do you get out of this, Vinnie, huh?

I want to know, what do you get out of this?

Another pin on your lapel?

An upgrade on your pension?

Why are you trying to destroy me, man?

- It comes with your territory, Sonny.

You want a recitation?

How 'bout drugs killin' kids

and fraud destroyin' pensioners.

- Oh my god!

Oh my god, who do you think you're workin' for, man?

You wanna talk drugs, let's talk agent orange, LSD,

those are just two of the progressive efforts

made on behalf of your friendly employer, Uncle Sam!

You wanna talk fraud, let's talk fraud.

Why don't you try explaining to a farmer

why the federal guarantee loans are being recalled?

You're the mob, you're the mob in this room, Vinnie.

I'm just your average entrepreneur.

- I saw you garrot a man in my face!

- That's right, and I'd do it again,

but I'd do it myself!

I don't have to send teenagers off to the slaughter

and the next day make excuses for it in the op-ed page!

You have no idea what this is about, do you man?

This about taxes, man!

Taxes, money!

Yeah, man, they don't like that I don't wanna pay

what they think is my share!

My legal operations pay more

than half the major corporations in this country!

- This is not about taxes!

- Then what's it about, man!

- This is about the core of yourself

that cannot be excused by whatever it is about you

that I admire.

This is about the need in your life,

not to run rampant over other people's lives

simply because your fire burns brighter!

Hey!

This is about the law, man!

- I loved you, man.

(electricity sizzling)

- Sonny!

(body thumping)

Sonny!

Get off of me!

Get off!

- Get out!

- Frank!

What's the point?

I wish it was you.

- No, you don't.

You don't wish it was me.

This all stinks sometimes, Vince.

The lies.

You're gonna leave here

and you're gonna get called to Washington

for some congratulations.

I know you got close to him.

You did the right thing.

In spite of the money, and the women, and the power,

you did the right thing.

A lot of guys we work for and with,

they woulda caved in to the seduction.

I don't know that wouldn't have myself.

Come on, Vince.

- What about my cover?

- You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

everything you say can and will be held against you

in a court of law.

Don't look back, Vinnie.

You have a right to speak with an attorney

and to have an attorney present during questioning.

If you so desire, and can't afford one,

an attorney will be provided for you without charge

before questioning.

All right, cuff him.

Don't break his wrists, damn it!

- Close down the road blocks now?

- Yeah.

We're all finished here.

(slow dramatic music)

(engines starting)

(upbeat dramatic music)