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- [Frank] Tonight on Wiseguy.

- He's gone, he snapped, he took my car.

Can you track him?

- He's out of the car.

- I just called, it was busy!

- Well, it's off now, Frank, I can't track him!

- He can't run out on me.

- I'm disappointed in somebody I thought I knew.

- We're on a conference with Terranova's lifeguard

and McPike.

- The issue is Vinnie.

- You want me to pull the plug?

- It's done, Frank.

- He's gonna avoid us as long as he wants to.

- Forget him.

- You owe me and I'm calling to collect.

- Hello, Buckwheat.

(hard hitting orchestrated music)

- [Lifeguard] Previously on Wiseguy--

- Am I gonna find out somethin' you don't want me to know?

- Probably.

- He's a cop.

He was the best backup I ever had.

- They bought it, you're inside.

- Murderer!

Murderer! (sobs)

- Stem's completely lost it.

I want you to take charge of the investigation.

- Those two deputies were whacked by a serial killer.

- Then I took 'em down to the road

to the Columbia River and we did a blonde.

41 girls.

I just plain feel crappy.

It's all crap, isn't it?

(taser crackles)

Hm?

(furniture rattles)

(electricity crackles)

- Vince?

- [Vince] No more, Frank.

No more.

I have no authority here.

You have no authority here! - Vince!

- [Vince] There's holes in the ozone, Frank.

- [Frank] Vince!

(moody acoustic guitar)

Vince!

- What's he doing?

- He stole my car. - Why?

- I don't know why.

- He can't run out on me.

- He's upset.

- He's supposed to be a hard ass cop!

He's seen dead people before!

What?

- You're right. I need a car.

- You're not running out on me.

He just ran out on me.

My sheriff just killed himself!

I need someone to keep this town sedated.

Play ball with me, I'll make it worth your while.

Name your price.

- For God's sake, Mark.

- Look what he did to those women.

To his own men.

Oh, Stemmer.

Stemmer.

He was a tormented soul.

I never saw it.

I never took the time to see it.

- Listen to me, do you want my help?

- Yes, yes, whatever it takes.

- I need a car, I need it right now.

You, get me the keys to this vehicle,

do it right now.

(concerning music)

(truck starts)

- Donny.

Go get Doc for me.

(pensive music)

(beeping)

(busy signal)

- [Roger] I've been oxidizing for two years,

you have no idea how rusty I am.

Vince, don't do this to me.

- This is a collect call.

You owe me and I'm calling to collect.

- [Roger] But McPike, Lynchboro--

- Just say yes.

- [Roger] All right, yes, I'm on my way.

(beeps)

(concerning music)

(phone rings)

- Logged 0600,

three, 12, 90.

Report center five.

- Oh-one-two-nine.

- [Lifeguard] What's wrong, Frank?

- Vinnie's gone, he's snapped, he took my car.

Can you track him?

- Yeah, I'm searchin' now.

(typing)

How bad is this?

- Stemkowsky confessed to the serial killings,

then he electrocuted himself.

- [Operator] The mobile customer you have called

is away from the phone or is traveling--

- He's out of the car.

- He can't be out of the car.

- [Lifeguard] Well, he turned the cellular off then.

- I just called, it was busy!

- Well, it's off now, Frank!

I can't track him.

Can you find out who he was talkin' to?

- Yeah, but it's gonna take a couple hours.

What triggered Vinnie?

(horn honks) (tires squeal)

- How 'bout you just drive wherever you want to, you ...

(sighs)

It's the second time he's seen a man electrocute himself.

(sighs)

- (sighs) You want me to pull the plug?

- No, I do not want you to pull the plug.

Something's about to break with Volchek,

but we have to track Vinnie.

He went away mumbling about holes in the ozone.

- If I classify him as a rogue agent,

I mean, even a rogue without malice,

his dossier is gonna spit out at every regional office.

- I know it.

- He's been in therapy, he's been committed--

- That was a malicious and an illegal act.

- It's on the record, Frank.

A regional director reads this,

and he's gonna bet on a worse case.

- I'm authorizing it, Uncle.

You put whatever addenda on it to explain it.

It's for his own good.

- It's your call, Frank.

I wasn't there.

(light piano music)

(concerning music)

- We're on a conference with Terranoa's Lifeguard

and McPike.

- [Paul] Frank?

- [Frank] I'm here, Paul.

- We found your car at the Seattle airport 15 minutes ago.

There was only one departure.

It would have landed in LAX about an hour ago.

- He's not on it.

- I know.

Now what are you going to do about Volchek?

- The issue is Vinnie.

- It's done, Frank. Forget him.

- Frank, Vinnie's hip to what we're doin'.

He's gonna avoid us as long as we wants to.

- And we get on with our lives, gentlemen.

Do you need additional man power?

- Just a second.

Vince?

- Hello, Buckwheat.

- Oh.

Paul, I'll be all right, thanks.

- [Paul] Frank? Frank?

(dial tone)

(phone rings) - [Woman] Motel operator.

- Operator, can you tell me what time the bar opens?

- [Woman] Not until noon, sir.

- Noon.

- It's noon somewhere.

When we drink through this, we'll let you know.

- You won't be rowdy, will you?

- We're not celebrating, ma'am.

We're having a wake.

(sighs)

You got a pretty sick puppy on your hands, Frank.

(pouring)

- How?

- We never lost touch, Frank.

I know he let you think that I was dead, but--

I know he gave you a large part of the money

I left him for your wife's liver transplant,

and I know that she and her new liver left you, Frank.

- I'm sorry you're here already.

- Me, too.

But I owe you both.

You're the cashier, Frank,

you let me know when the debt's satisfied.

- Let me tell you something, buddy,

you can leave any time you want.

(dishes clatter)

I know how devastating it was

to have two men electrocute themselves

in front of his face.

- That's a bromide, Frank.

- No, no, let me tell you somethin'.

It's not a bromide.

I was there, I was there both times.

I had to swallow the urge to bolt,

to say I can't take it anymore,

I want to get the hell outta here,

but I signed on to do the job.

- I signed on, too.

- It is not the same thing, Buckwheat!

You were so immersed in it,

you couldn't see the men that you followed

were morally corrupt,

and they sacrificed you on the altar of their corruption.

Well, there are no morally corrupt men

manipulating Vinnie Terranova.

He didn't wake up one morning and say it's wrong-headed,

he woke up and said, "It's ugly,

"I don't want to look at it anymore."

Well, I think it's ugly, too,

and I don't wanna look at it!

But I'm doin' it because I said I would.

There are people that depend on me,

and I'm not talkin' about the men I answer to!

I'm talkin' about the men I work with shoulder to shoulder.

I have a loyalty to them that transcends my own comfort.

- Sound sort of angry, Frank.

- I'm more than angry,

I'm disappointed in somebody I thought I knew.

He understands what's righteous and loyal.

And I miss him!

(glass shatters)

I miss him.

(scoffs)

I miss my friend.

And I'm worried about him.

(sighs)

- Wonder if there's any BB King in that jukebox.

(jukebox rattles)

I understand how you feel, Frank.

(buttons click)

I'm not here as council for his defense.

No excuses, no justification.

But as little as he may care,

he cared enough to call me,

to call in the marker.

I'm here to help you, Frank.

You're not gonna find anybody better than me

and you know it.

The only codicil I come with is my name.

(R&B music)

I live with it.

I don't hide from the past.

I'm not seeking the limelight, but I am who I am.

You can't tell your superiors about me,

but you can't lie about it either.

(chuckles)

I get recognized every once in a while.

Not often, but every once in a while I hear, uh,

"Aren't you that guy who testified on TV?

"Didn't you used to kill people?"

And I say, "Yes.

"Yes, I did, and I did for Uncle Sam,

"but I don't do it anymore."

That's just my cross to bear.

That's what I come with, Frank.

You want me?

It's your move, Buckwheat.

- [Movie Man] Oh, it's good to see you again,

my homicidal friends.

(thunder crashes)

(dramatic music)

- [Movie Woman] My dear Sir Robert,

I am married now, as you know,

and live in Gorslava with my husband,

the Baron Sardonicus.

The Baron has expressed a desire to meet you.

Indeed, it is most urgent to my well being that he meet you.

Most urgent, most urgent,

most urgent.

- Sir Robert Cargrave?

- Yes.

- I am Baron Sardonicus.

My name was not always Sardonicus,

and I did not always wear a mask.

- Yes, the lottery!

The lottery winners!

- The lottery?

- Yes, you see here?

There is a number, and there's your father's name.

And next to it, you see the number seven, seven,

zero, seven!

- [Sardonicus] He was buried in it.

- [Robert] The lottery ticket was in the pocket.

(creaking)

(screaming)

(dramatic disorienting music)

- [Baroness] Did you get it?

(sobbing)

Was it bad?

Are you all right, my darling?

(sobbing)

Is something wrong?

Wait, I'll light the candle.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- [Robert] Merciful God.

- [Sardonicus] Ever since that night, Sir Robert,

My face has been as you see it now.

A replica of my dead father's.

- We are investigating a subject

who is obsessed with this film,

and the question before us

is what is the message in this film that attracts him to it?

Mr. Jeffery Lyons, noted film crim critic,

has graciously contended to give us

the benefit of his expertise.

Jeffery.

- This film was made by William Castle in the early 60s.

He specialized in schlock entertainment.

A little shock, a little horror.

But underneath, it's a simple morality play.

Sardonicus bends to his greed,

he defiles his father's grave,

and he pays the price.

But it's the fog and the cheap effects

that give this film its charm.

They take me back to Saturday matinees.

Life was simple, so were movies.

- I miss simple.

- I think we all do.

If your subject is of my generation,

then we endured the traumas of Vietnam and Nixon.

We had enough dark complications.

Maybe it's the simple good, clean fun

of Mr. Sardonicus that attracts him to it.

I don't think you can over estimate

the pleasure of nostalgia.

- Thanks, Jeff. Appreciate your help.

- Happy to do it, Paul.

(door closes)

- The subject's name is Mark Volchek.

He basically owns the town

and county of Lynchboro, Washington.

We have a case that is about to blow up in our face.

The agent on point went section eight and vanished.

Fortunately, his supervisor Frank McPike

had been introduced to Volcheck

as a corrupt federal investigator,

so we have an in.

But unless Frank can move on it immediately,

we might as well fold up shop.

- How dangerous do you deem Volchek to be?

- It's uncertain.

The original agent led Volchek to believe

that he had killed an 18 year old boy for him.

Volchek reacted with a degree of fear,

but he still maintained the relationship with the agent.

So we believe he is capable of violence,

but not predisposed.

A side bar issue is that we are holding the boy

that he believes is dead in a safe house.

But we can't do it forever.

- Sardonicus and Krull have a master-slave relationship.

Does Volchek have a similar relationship?

- He did with the Sheriff of Lynchboro

that committed suicide yesterday.

- Hm.

Well, the loss will have created a void

that Volchek may want to fill.

- He asked me to fill it.

- In the film, Sardonicus has a morbid disdain for women.

- Well, there's a brothel that operates openly in Lynchboro,

and it's obviously funded by Volchek.

- What about Volchek's relationship with his father?

- His father's dead.

He has no immediate family and we don't know much

about the Volcheks except for the fact

they've run Lynchboro for 100 years.

- The window to Volchek's personality

is his family history.

More background on them would be necessary

for us to thoroughly evaluate his relationship to this film.

- Paul, I can't stay here any longer.

I have to get back, I'm sorry.

- All right, let's take a few minutes.

I have three men being flown in.

Interview them and pick one to help you on the case.

Paul, I have established a relationship with Volchek.

I don't think it's a good idea

to spring somebody new on him.

- That isn't the way we do things.

- I'd like to handle it by myself.

Besides, Lifeguard's gonna be setting up shop in Seattle.

- What aren't you telling me?

- Paul, will you please let me handle this in my own way

just this once?

- All right, Frank, it's your call.

- I appreciate it.

- Stop!

No!

(sobs) Not the leaches again!

(laughing)

- [Krull] Not so bad. (door unlocks)

(chuckles)

You see, you're a very--

- This is great.

Frank, you gotta knock me off a couple of copies, huh?

(chuckles) It's great.

(laughing)

- You know, I don't know why I'm doing this.

- Because you signed on to do the--

- Shut up.

(chuckles)

- I take it we're workin' together again, Frank.

- You know, I think the only reason I'm buyin'

into this situation is the off chance

that Terranova will come to his senses.

And I don't need some straight-laced agent up here

making judgements on him if he does come back.

- He's not comin' back, Frank.

- Did you read Volchek's file?

- Yeah, yeah.

Another fruitcake.

- All right, let's go.

(door opens)

- Come unto me all you that labor

and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest.

So rest our brothers Telsa and Chemausky

in the kingdom of the Lord.

Brother Rogocheske?

- There's a festering disease here.

And that disease is self-loathing,

complacency, the fear of independence,

and the reliance on one family

to determine our destiny.

- This is supposed to be a eulogy, Rogo,

not a political platform.

- [Man] Let him speak!

- There are people in mourning here.

- This is not simply an attack on you, Mark.

- It's inappropriate in the presence

of grieving widows and children.

But since you're bound to continue,

and there are people here who seem compelled to listen,

at least grant me the courtesy of allowing me

to leave this chapel before you do so.

You have my deepest condolences

and my financial support.

No one would have ever talked like that

against my father or my grandfather.

They ran Lynchboro with an iron fist!

I'm generous. What does it get me?

Abandonment!

Stemmer, Kozak,

McPike abandons me!

The town!

- Well, I'm here, Mark.

- Yes, but the town, the town!

- The town is just coming to grips with itself.

Look at you.

You're falling apart!

You let Rogo usurp your position.

He doesn't have the tools to lead.

He's just capable of rousing the rabble into a frenzy!

But when he's got 'em there, he doesn't know what to do.

- Yes.

Yes, they do need me, don't they?

- Only if you're strong enough to lead them.

(rumbling)

- [Steven] McPike!

McPike!

- I'm in here!

(door opens)

- You came back!

(pats back)

- I said I would.

This is, uh, Roger Loccoco.

- Roger.

- [Roger] How ya doin', Buckwheat?

- All right, listen, if we can work some--

- Oh, this is Lacey, it's all right.

- No, it is not all right.

- Come with me, come with me.

Just up the stairs here to the right.

- [Roger] Hiya, sweet thing, how's tricks?

- [Lacey] Just fine, big boy.

- I am a federal agent, I have an image to preserve.

The only way I can be here is under the pretense

of mopping up the investigation about this serial killer.

Loccoco has to be your front man.

- You can't drop him in my lap and leave me.

- I'm not dropping him in your lap,

but I can't be two places at once.

Now what I'm telling you is I'm giving you two sets of eyes.

Loccoco can be sheriff and keep a check on things,

and I can be an unofficial observer

to advise you from time to time.

- All right, yes.

This makes sense.

- But first I gave to know what it is

that you're trying to accomplish.

- There's a lot of money involved.

- Before we talk about money,

I have to know what I'm gettin' into.

- You know, if you just step back, honey,

I could get out of this thing.

- (chuckles) I know.

But I kinda like you where you're at.

- (chuckles) Okay.

(sighs)

I wonder what our two titans are talking about.

- The hospital.

Nothing's more important to him.

- It's a life sustaining edifice, Mr. McPike.

700 rooms of mercy.

- There are only 15,000 people in the county.

- You don't understand, this is critical to my--

(sighs)

I don't expect you to understand,

but I do need your service,

and I'm willing to pay for it.

- I need specifics.

- No!

No specifics.

I can't be specific.

I'm sorry, but it's how business operates.

My father taught me that.

It's the first lesson.

I can only be specific

about individual actions to be taken.

And money.

We can be very specific about money.

25,000.

You wrap up this investigation,

Loccoco keeps the town quiet for the next week,

then trains Donny to be sheriff.

I want Rogo arrested tonight

and detained for 48 hours.

- Why?

- Don't ask why, McPike.

(uneasy music)

- Good.

Helmut Zimbrick is coming here tomorrow.

It's the final hurdle, and we're free.

- Helmut?

- Zimbrick, yes.

It's exhilarating, isn't it?

- Blood's beginning to rush to my head.

- Better there than elsewhere.

- Lacey Marseille in her tranquility parlor.

Who are we kidding?

Your Volchek's vibrating snapper.

- I'm nobody's vibrating anything!

(grave music)

- I could turn you into a tuning fork.

- Ah! You're getting acquainted.

Good.

We're in business.

Have we met before?

- In another life, maybe.

- There are no other lives, Mr. Loccoco.

(moaning)

(phone rings)

(laughs)

- Oh, Nona.

(giggles)

Nona!

(phone rings)

Oh, Nona.

(machine clunks)

- Logged 1500 hours,

three-13-90,

report center 12.

- Oh-one-two-nine.

- Oh-one-two-nine.

- Oh-one-two-nine, he's mine.

(sighs)

Hang on.

(Nona giggling)

Hi, Frank.

What do you have for me?

- I have a name, Helmut Zimbrick.

- [Lifeguard] Helmut Zimbrick.

- That's easy.

- [Frank] I need everything you have on him

as soon as possible.

Listen, I'm gonna put my Seattle counterpoint on the line.

She knows him, hang on.

- Zimbrick's head of the state health

administration department.

- What does he have to do with hospital construction?

- Yeah, no health facility goes up

without Zimbrick's approval.

- [Frank] All right, thank you.

May I speak to my uncle, please?

- Frank, I love Seattle. (chuckles)

- Yeah, that's swell, uncle.

Listen, this hospital thing makes sense.

Volchek's putting up a hospital,

but it's 10 times the size that the town needs.

- Frank, stop and smell the coffee.

- What?

- Relax!

Now if this Zimbrick's got a dirty deal goin' down,

we're gonna find out about it.

What do you need?

- I need a car.

I need it delivered as quietly as possible.

Anything else on Vinnie?

- We got got zero.

- All right, just get me the car.

Why do you sound so happy?

- 'Cause I'm naked. (chuckles)

I'll talk to you later, Frank.

(clicks) (dial tone)

- Where have you been?

- I was out at the mill.

- Don't keep me waiting.

This is Roger Loccoco.

He has been briefed on how we operate.

You do what he tells you.

He's my man here, Donny.

I'll be at Lacey's.

(slams)

- Meet the new boss.

Same as the old boss.

We know this county and everybody in it.

And inside of two weeks we get passed over twice

for guys who couldn't find their way

to the whore house without askin'.

You know where it is, Sheriff?

No, course not.

We been loyal deputies.

We do whatever the old man asks and then some,

and for what?

So he call some carpetbagger sheriff?

Who the hell are you that makes it so special?

Do you think we're just gonna sit back

and take it up the wazoo from you?

Sit there with that cow pie face of yours

like you got a right to run this place

and we're gonna do whatever because you say so?

You got another thing comin'.

What the hell is this?

What is this?

- May I have that please?

Give it to me.

(shatters)

(grave music)

Would you mind cleaning that up for me?

And you.

I'd like you to go find this Rogo guy.

Tell him the new sheriff would like to see him.

(pained grunt)

When he gets here, I want you

to take him to the whore house.

Because, uh,

you know where it is.

(door closes)

- It's excellent, Lacey.

Zimbrick will be in heaven.

(sucks air)

But, uh, not her.

Give her the day off.

She's very nice, but Helmut prefers the obvious.

(chuckles)

- Mark, I know what Helmut prefers.

(giggles)

Michelle had Zimbrick

smiling all the way back to Seattle last trip.

- Do you have a corvette yet?

- No, sir.

- What's your favorite color?

- Ivory, like teeth.

- It's a special order.

Give the rest of the girls the day off tomorrow.

I want Zimbrick to feel like this is his special paradise.

(chuckles)

This room is really terrific, Lacey.

I think I'll stay here tonight.

Give it a test drive for Helmut.

Ivory's a special order.

Now Helmut has a very discriminating pallet.

- Oh, no, wait a minute--

- You're the only gourmet in Lynchboro.

- I know.

But I don't cook.

- Oh, please, Lacey, I can't have him eating

sausage and curly cues from the Treetop,

it's practically poison!

- If Michelle's doing her job right,

he's not even gonna notice.

- How 'bout a pair of edible panties and a spoon?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- My job.

- You're supposed to be dealing with Rogo.

- Being done.

- Oh.

I want the streets cleaned.

Cars and trucks washed.

Windows and storefronts squeegeed until they squeak.

If there's snow, okay, but no dirty snow and no dookie.

I want Lynchboro to be the perfect slice of American pie.

- You'll have to restock the gene pool.

- You know, I've thought about that.

It's within the realm of possibility.

(door opens)

- Empty displays of power.

You got Donny draggin' me away from my family.

Why?

'Cause I embarrassed you in church today.

Oh, Mark.

You're a 200 pound man

wrapped in a child's ego.

- I weigh 180.

- Oh, Mark.

You know Lynchboro's becoming a town of one?

You know that.

I don't care how many Hessians you hire.

They don't care about this town, if you survive.

Their loyalty is to the money you pay them only.

- You just called me Judas.

Mr. Edward Rogosheske?

- That's right.

- You're under arrest.

- What trumped up charge?

- Verbal assault on a police officer.

Felony offense, pal.

You're lookin' at hard time.

Oh, Donny,

uh, Mr. Volchek has some dookie

he'd like to discuss with you.

- This is ridiculous.

- [Roger] State statute, Buckwheat.

(door opens)

(door closes)

- He appeals to your ambition, Sheriff?

Well, this town only has room for one ambitious man,

and he's stayin'.

Unless we can put him in a straight jacket

and cart him out of here.

What do you say?

- Can't you sing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot or somethin'?

- Yeah, I can sing that

but how 'bout this?

♪ Someone big is coming to town ♪

(pops)

(chuckles)

You see, Sheriff, this isn't the first time

this has happened to me.

I mean, Mark thinks I'm gonna embarrass him.

I wonder who he wants to impress.

(drawer opens)

You know you're at the wrong desk over there?

Stem kept his secrets at this one over here.

(drawer slides shut)

The bottom drawer.

Left.

(sighs)

(keys jingle)

I know you.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.

I think it's my resemblance to Ward Cleaver.

(scoffs)

- [Edward] Now come on, Sheriff, what's in it?

- You knew where it was, you tell me.

- Well, it's your predecessor's dead ticket file.

For a while there, all the heavy weight out of towners

on their way to Gorslava,

they'd get caught in that speed trap, you see,

and Mark'd come down here and fix the tickets.

It would be a way for Mark to get a hook in 'em.

Hell, you could tell who Mark was doin' business with

just by goin' through the dead ticket file.

You tell me somethin'.

- You've got a big mouth.

- You don't know what it's like, do ya?

To have roots?

To love a town

and the people in it?

You're just another virus blowin' in the wind.

(phone typing)

(phone rings)

- [Frank] Hello.

- Frank, so you really are stayin' up there.

- Up to five minutes ago, I didn't have a car.

Now listen, I'm gonna wait here for Volchek to come back,

see what I can find out.

- He's not comin' back.

Not tonight.

Frank, there's somethin' up there you're not gonna believe.

- What's up here? I been over every inch of this house.

- Well, maybe they're not in the house.

- Who are they?

- Frank, I've got it on good authority

that somewhere up there,

Volchek is keeping four dead bodies on ice.

- [Frank] Cryonics.

- There is no other life.

He said that to me, remember?

So he's obsessed with the preservation of this one.

That would explain the importance of the hospital.

- Four insulated housing systems, liquid nitrogen,

a 20 K generator?

- These systems are up and operating, Frank.

- (scoffs) Well these are big tubes.

I been all over this house, they're not here.

- Well, it's a large estate.

There's a lot of land out there.

(machinery hums)

- [Frank] This would make a lot more sense in the morning.

(wolf howls)

- [Roger] Sounds like it's coming from over there.

Grandma and ma.

- What happened to pop and gramps?

(wolf howls)

It's the movie Sardonicus.

- Let a smile be your umbrella.

(machinery hums)

Frank,

look at this.

(eerie music)

Volcheks are one fun family.

- [Frank] Poor bastard thinks he's creating a dynasty.

- Frank.

No name.

Here's our boy.

Check it out.

- You know, how do you live a life

when you're that afraid of death? (sighs)

I feel sorry for the guy.

Maybe that's why he takes such comfort

in a film about ghouls.

You know, I feel a little bit like a ghoul myself

just bein' in a joint like this.

(growling)

(screaming)

(growling)

(screaming)

(galloping)

(concerning music)

- $43.

(horn honks)

- [Shopping Channel Man] General store.

And we do have some wonderful items.

Been a while since I showed you any tea cloth.

Now don't forget that ring that Linda is wearing.

That brand new diamond ring

is gonna be coming up in this hour.

But in the meantime, I'll show you the Royale set--

(TV murmurs)

- I need a room.

- It's $12.

No cooking, no guests,

no firearms.

- And gimme a towel, too, will ya?

- That's $2 deposit.

Call before you get in the shower.

You get five minutes of hot water for free.

Top of the stairs, room 402.

(keys fall)

- Thanks.

(distant siren wails)

(TV murmurs)

(phone rings)

- This is Lacey.

- Hey, who's runnin' the the sheriff's office?

- Ko--

Who is this?

- I'd rather not say.

And if you figure it out, I'd rather you not say.

- A guy by the name of Loccoco's

running the sheriff's office.

- I need a favor.

(sighs) (snoring)

(running footstep)

- Oh, Sheriff, I-- - Shh!

(snoring)

(sighs) - I got a message--

- Listen, wait, um,

let me apologize for that tuning fork line.

A part of me never grew up.

- Which part?

(chuckles) Forget it.

- I got a call from a friend.

He wouldn't tell me where he is,

but he wants you to know that he's all right.

- Thanks.

What is it with you guys?

- I've seen things in my life.

Cruel things, things I spent years trying to forget.

I don't want to see 'em anymore.

- Is that why Kozak left?

- I don't know.

- Why did you take this job?

- A debt to a friend.

Listen, my bones are frozen, uh,

you wanna get a drink?

- Come on.

There's only one place in town to get a decent brandy.

- Yeah, and where is that?

- I'll give you three guesses.

(chuckling)

- Listen, if we're going to, uh, talk,

I know you're a manager, not a player,

but I'll pay you just to sit in front of a fireplace.

- I sell sex,

not affection.

Affection's free.

But nobody ever asks.

Come on, big boy.

Listen, how disappointed are you gonna be

if I tell you I don't think the fireplace is working?

- [Roger] How disappointed are you gonna be

if I tell you I don't have any money?

(Lacey chuckles)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

(groans)

- Hello.

- [Lifeguard] Frank?

- Yeah.

- I got a rundown on Zimbrick.

(chuckles) He's been sellin' permits

for health facilities for years.

He's under investigation by the state.

In fact, they're just about to bust 'em.

- Well, can you get 'em to hold off

until he's done his deal with Volchek?

- It's already done.

- Well look, Uncle, I think this is gonna be

easier than I thought.

- Frank.

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, why?

- Hey,

I know how tough it is to work it alone.

(sighs)

Nothin' new on Vinnie.

They found his holster in the trunk of your car,

but, sorry, no gun.

- Yeah.

(romantic contemporary music)

- I thought you might dance with me.

- Oh, yeah.

(static from old television)

(coughs)

(hard-hitting orchestrated music)

(grand presentational music)