Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Tonight on Wiseguy.

- Killed two men yesterday.

- I'll find this guy.

- This guy's a pro.

- We're not the only people looking for Vince.

- You got a badge?

- No, but I got a gun that will put a hole

in your forehead and make you look like you died

on Ash Wednesday.

- The Catholic Church.

- That's what he'd go to.

- Father, help me.

- I'm looking for this man.

- You can't hide from a friend.

- He's right, Vince.

(inspiring music)

- [Narrator] Previously on Wiseguy.

- We contract the removal of waste materials

from hospitals and other health facilities.

- Do you know what happens to that stuff we take out

of the hospitals?

The bags break open half the time the stuff goes down

into the sewer and into the water system.

There is a school right down the street from the dump.

The sewer carries that stuff right past it.

These kids are getting sick from it.

- I'll worry about the water system.

(grunting and crashing)

- You don't know who you're screwing with!

- H.E.S. is poisoning our kids.

On your letterhead, if he's blowing you into me

who else is on his mailing list?

- I'm takin' care of it.

He won't be sendin' any more letters.

- We ain't gonna to come after ya.

We're on the clock.

We're gonna to wait for ya as long as it takes.

(Vince sighs heavily)

(clicks)

(gun bangs twice)

(seagulls crying)

(boat motor thrumming)

(train whistle)

(traffic rumbling)

(urgent heart beats)

(church bells ringing loudly)

(single, mournful bell tolling)

- [Vinnie] Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

God forgive me.

I killed two men yesterday.

I've ... I've lost track of how many men I've killed.

No, wait, wait.

No I haven't, I know every single one of 'em.

You know, they all sit on my soul, like little soldiers.

And they have these mirrored faces

and they're muttering existential crap at me.

(Vince laughs oddly)

They say,

"I am you

and you are me,

coo-coo-cachoo."

(Vince laughs maniacally)

(banging)

(crying)

I miss my Pete.

(Vince sniffles)

My brother was a priest.

He was killed by a neighborhood bigot.

It was vehicular homicide.

(Vince sniffles)

I rode ... I rode in the same truck

with that son of a bitch.

I rode in the same truck that killed my brother

and I didn't do anything.

I did nothing for my own brother.

(Vince sighs disgustedly)

(Vince grunts)

But, I've killed other men for less.

But, Justice says it's okay.

They do. It's right there in my file.

Justice says, "Hey, way to go Vince."

When you carry a shield

you can do anything

as long as you take the time to figure it out.

I could shoot you,

right through this booth

and I'd get away with it.

As long as I took the time to figure it out.

(Vince half-laughs sadly)

I slug through scum, Father.

I'm a professional scum slugger.

(Vince laughs disbelievingly)

(banging)

They muck up my boots and my legs,

and they leech me of whatever it is

that makes me know right from wrong.

I just can't take anymore of it.

- Son?

- Yeah?

- What is your last name?

(Vince breathes resignedly)

- Terranova.

- Are you an officer of the law?

- What? What law?

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm an officer of the government!

I'm a button man for the bureaucracy!

(Vince cries)

Help me, Father, please.

I was gonna throw myself off the bridge.

I heard your church bells ringing.

It was like ... It was like they were

ringing my last chance.

Father, help me.

(sad music)

- [Father] Son, the bells in this church haven't wrung

in a decade.

(Vince weeps mournfully)

(heavy raining)

- [Frank] This is very nice I can see why

you've been so happy here in the Emerald City.

Is the OCB here any closer to Vince?

- We didn't tell OCB.

- What do you mean?

- He's here, Frank. I know it. We'll find him.

- So you just forget about procedure?

- So what? This is Vinnie were talking about.

- Oh? So what?

I live my life by the rules.

That doesn't deserve a merry ole, "So what?"

It's what keeps me from taking a gun sometimes

and blowing my brains out.

- Sorry.

Maybe you should go back to New York.

- Maybe I should go back to New York,

but first we're going to find Vince, then I'll go home.

[rustling]

What's this?

All right, so?

- [Nona] The police think that it was a professional hit.

Word on the street is it they're looking for a guy

who posed as a drifter named Vinnie.

- Seattle PD made the slugs, Teflon-coated 38s.

That's standard issue in Lynchboro.

That's the same gun Vinnie was packing.

- He'd run.

- He's emotionally wounded prey,

he won't move till he's healed.

Look, these guys Vince hit were button men.

One of them had a magnum and the other one

had a tricked-out shotgun and a holster sewn into his coat.

- All right, we're not the only people looking for Vince.

Do you have any idea who they work for?

- We don't know.

(mournful music)

(smacking)

(clunking)

(beeping)

(Harriet sighs happily)

- So what's his name?

- Vinnie ...

he didn't give me a last name.

- So what am I supposed to do?

Call the East Coast and see if anybody in their organization

knows a guy named Vinnie?

How the hell did you end up hiring a pro to cart garbage?

- Well, what am I supposed to do conduct a talent hunt

for these guys?

It's fecal matter Harriet, no one with brains

wants to touch it.

- So where'd you find him then?

- He showed up at the office.

They all do.

They're either drugged out or scared.

I thought this one was scared.

- John, I do nothing gaudy, nothing flashy, nothing stupid.

I pay attention to detail and I make safe,

conservative decisions.

You hire a professional killer.

(phone buzzing)

- [Secretary] Yes, Ma'am?

- Ah, get me Charles Boden

at the Commissioner's Advisory Board.

- [Secretary] Yes, Mrs. Weiss.

- Business is troubleshooting.

If you're not good at that, you're not worth

the fecal matter you're carrying.

You wouldn't know what real trouble is though, would you?

Saul took care that 30 years ago, before you were born.

You've never seen it, because this is a safe place.

We don't shoot each other in Seattle.

That's why we survive and that's why we flourish.

Now, thanks to you, we got East Coast trouble

on our streets.

(phone buzzing)

- [Secretary] Chairman Boden, line two.

- Charlie?

- [Charles Boden] I've got one foot in it already.

- We have to find him Charlie.

- If he's any good he should be gone.

- [Harriet] Well is he?

- Nah, I think we got a real Crusader here,

at least that's what Emmet Soul says.

- Stretch called you?

- He thinks he got correspondence from the shooter

trying to connect H.E.S. with that hepatitis crap.

Harriet?

Harriet?

- You know Emmet's an old woman,

you should have dropped him out

of that third-story window when you had the chance.

- Yeah, but Saul wanted his suit.

(Charles & Harriet laughing)

- [Harriet] Yeah.

- Anyway, the police report's here.

Paperwork on the labs should be coming down any minute.

I'll check back East see what I can turn up.

- I love you, Charlie.

- You too.

- You want me to just forget about this?

- I want you to run your elimination service

the way it should be run.

- I've been at this thing since college.

It always shows profit,

which you take a piece of without getting your manicure

in the crap I gotta move or dealing

with the drones I got to hire to move it.

- John, I changed your diapers when you were a kid!

(slow, moody music)

- I'll change your diaper you incontinent old bag.

(disgusted snorting]

(sirens wailing)

- Is this the man who rented the room?

(licking sloppily)

- In better days, maybe.

- Give me the key.

- Your guys already broke the lock.

(door squeaking)

(slow, deliberate music)

(baby crying)

(squeaking brakes)

(slamming car door)

- Hey genius.

what do you know about the guy staying here

who shot those two guys?

- He left.

- Good. Now tell me something I don't know.

- You got a badge?

- No, but I got a gun that will put a hole in your forehead

and make you look like you died on Ash Wednesday.

- Ask the guy who just left, he's got a picture of his.

- Vince was here but he's gone.

- Four, one, eight.

Write it down.

Four, one, eight.

- If I just killed two local mob strong arms,

I'd get out of town.

- Yeah, if it was a premeditated act,

but this was self-defense.

- Well now it's self preservation, I'd leave town.

This is a mess.

And you tell me how long we're going to keep it

from the OCB that one of their own is going

around murdering local thugs?

- Come on it wasn't murder.

- Well, what do you call it?

- We're not going to get anywhere by reverting

to emotionalism.

Why don't we work this like we're looking

for somebody we don't care about?

- All right.

- We'll find him, Frank. We'll find him.

- Flop houses don't have maid service

there are fingerprints in there from a couple a dozen guys.

- Come on Charlie, how many of them can be fresh?

- This isn't like buying bread it takes time.

- Well how long does it take to run down that plate?

- Nag, nag, nag.

(beeping)

Wait a minute something's coming through now.

Damn it.

- What is it?

- The plate information not available.

It's a federal car we can't talk now.

(dial tone)

- I want you to get your things out

of Health Elimination Services.

I'm turning it over to Donna to run.

- Harriet, you're getting hysterical.

- That's not hysterical.

[hard slapping]

That's hysterical!

Now you've got one job to do and that is

to get this Vinnie Didn't-give-me-a-last-name

and bust him up!

If you don't do this right you're gonna lose

a lot more than your job.

Do you understand me?

Or do you want me to draw you little pictures?

- Yeah, I understand you, Harriet.

You don't have to march around here and smack me around

like you got to display your virility.

I understand the gravity of the situation.

- Then do it, instead of displaying your

grasp of vocabulary.

(heavy, foreboding music)

(Harriet sighs wistfully)

Honest to God Saul,

you left me surrounded by schmucks.

- Put it on the street, there's a thousand bucks in it

for anybody who puts me in touch with this guy.

(mysterious music)

- There's some wine in the cupboard.

Thank you for the food before us,

for the shelter around us,

and thank you for the blessings of Vinnie,

that we might find in other the strength to find ourselves.

Amen.

- Amen.

- And now, there was this cash job?

- Yeah.

I went to this place, Health Elimination Systems

and they paid a hundred bucks cash

to remove waste from hospitals.

And we take it to this lot and the bags would leak down

into this drain and the drain ran right by a public school

where there was an outbreak of hepatitis.

And all I wanted to do was sleep.

- But, you're a policeman.

- I just wanted to sleep.

So, I tell this Kousakis guy that these bags are

probably poisoning the school.

He tells me to shut up, so, I beat the hell out of him

and stole his watch.

I just wanted to have some money so I could go to sleep.

And, there was an article in the newspaper

about the hepatitis.

So, I sent that and a note about the H.E.S.

to the environmental board.

And the next day Kousakis sends two guys after me.

- Was there any doubt he'd send somebody after you?

I don't think there's a greater disdain

for God than suicide.

- I couldn't ignore the fact

that this guy was poisoning kids.

- Corruption is everywhere.

- I know.

I'm starting to doubt myself here.

- Now, now, now, now, now.

This is your sanctuary.

Get some sleep, rest your soul,

and forget about the H.E.S.

The church can put an end to that.

- What do you mean?

- Well, we'll tell the press about the leaking bags.

Once it's out in the open, it's got to be corrected.

- So, what you're saying is we're both committin' suicide?

- Well, I'm not beating up on local gangsters

and I'm certainly not jumping off any bridges.

- No, but you are threatening a gangster's livelihood

and they take that a lot more serious than a beatin',

believe me.

- When I went into the priesthood, I believed the church's

most fundamental duty was vanquishing evil.

I was a child, but that notion hasn't left me,

in spite of the corrective lectures.

This world of ours,

the church has become a camp for evil's refugees.

Do you ever wonder what God thinks?

I wonder all the time.

I think God is decency.

- Sounds like Pete.

- I want to show you something.

Come with me.

Right this way.

We're not just a cathedral

and you're not the only soul hiding here.

This is something that you're gonna to like to see.

Right this way.

I've always been hung up on the notion of God and decency.

I should have been behind it, at any rate.

To live in that decency, one is obligated to alert those

who have forgotten it.

(people mumbling)

(baby crying)

My refugees.

Everyday, one or two more trickle in.

I resent them for not alerting their fellow citizens

to the indecencies they suffer,

for hiding in this church and praying to God

for some kind of a miracle.

People are always asking God to give them things

when they should be giving to God.

The church is a sanctuary for the soul,

not a place for flesh to hide in.

You know, for too long I've been hiding here myself.

Now don't you worry about the H.E.S.

I need to come out of hiding and you need

to soothe your soul and this is a good place

for both of us to begin.

Let's eat.

I knew your brother.

Not well.

We'd see each other at conferences several times a year.

Do you know he was considered to be a troublemaker?

We'd talk a lot about rousing this sleeping giant.

But, most of the time we'd talked about you.

(heartwarming music)

Our cabbage is getting cold.

- [Nona] He hasn't used his credit card in over two weeks.

- Eh, credit cards leave a trail,

he couldn't have much cash though.

- He's resourceful he'd find cash.

- You're not profiling his personality.

- No, you're right.

At heart Vince sees himself as a turn-of-the-century

beat cop mediating neighborhood disputes.

- Family, that's what he'd go to.

- Well, he's cut off from the family.

We should be concentrating on these two shooters

he headed out with.

- Local runners.

- For Who? Running who's action?

- Could be any of a dozen guys.

Saul Weiss ran things until '81.

They thought there was going to be a war when he died,

but nothing ever materialized.

- Well who kept it quiet?

- Nobody knows. Maybe Harriet.

- Harriet? Who's Harriet?

- Saul's widow.

How close was Vinnie with his brother?

- He was very close.

- No, the church.

The church, how many Catholic churches could there be

in Seattle?

Let's go.

(searching music)

- How many left?

- Three.

- Three more lectures on the separation of church

and state and the papal position on sanctuaries, just great.

(doorbell ringing)

(women laughing)

- Wait a minute.

- 418 FBP.

- Oh it is!

(phone rings)

(loud music)

- Yeah?

- [Woman in phone booth] That car you're looking for,

is there still a grand in it?

- Yeah, where is it?

- [Woman in Phone Booth] 1440 Baker Street.

- Tell John we got the car.

(squealing brakes)

[TV crew member] Hurry up folks.

- There's a site Seattle hasn't seen in ages.

- What?

- Father Pat and the press,

15 years ago he had his wrist slapped

for speaking out on secular issues.

For while they sent him to wherever they send

loud-mouthed priests to.

- I haven't spent this much time in church

since confirmation.

- The church cannot remain silent.

- Excuse me, Father.

- Hmm? Yes?

- I'm looking for this man.

- Haven't seen him.

- It's very important that I find him, Father.

- Well, good luck.

- Please, Father.

- Ah, look, we're having a press conference

and I'm a little bit late.

Sorry, I can't help you.

- It's another blank.

(engine revs)

(gear shift clicks into place)

(engine dies)

- What is it?

- This is the only priest that didn't try

to explain church doctrine to me.

- How'd the press conference go?

- Ah, they're setting up the cameras now.

There was a man here looking for you.

He's gone.

He has no idea you're here.

- Father Pat? Father Pat, I'm worried about that guy.

- It's all right.

I'm sure he was a policeman he had your picture.

- What did he look like?

- My height. Early forties.

He had a sad face that you wanted to like immediately.

- Did he have round wire glasses?

- Yes, you know him?

- Yeah, I know him.

I guess he knows me better than I thought he did.

- And if he comes back?

- I don't know.

- Well now, you can't hide from a friend.

A friend will understand.

- Yeah, but I did something to him that was very wrong.

I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want

to be my friend anymore.

- Well, he wasn't angry.

He seemed very concerned to see you.

- He's right, Vince.

(emotional music)

- Frank.

I'm sorry I ran out on you, Frank.

I know you're mad at me, I just couldn't take it anymore.

- It's all right, we have plenty of time

for my bad temper later.

I'm just glad you're alright.

(urgent, ominous music)

(emotional music)

- I just got some peace here, you know,

and I need that right now.

Okay?

- I understand.

[ominous music]

How would you like me to handle this?

Like I never saw you?

- I don't know.

I don't know much of anything right now,

except that I get some comfort here.

- I haven't done this in a while.

- Maybe you shouldn't.

- Oh, no.

The H.E.S. can't be dumping poisons

without somebody answering for it.

Why don't you and Vince wait in the rectory?

It'll take about five minutes.

- Thank you, Father.

- Thanks.

(multiple gun shots firing)

Frank!

[multiple gun shots firing)

(screams)

(chaotic talking)

(camera clicking)

(thudding)

(heavy breathing)

- Argh! Move it!

(confused shouting)

Get out!

(thudding)

All right, punch it.

(squealing tires)

- Vince! What's happening?

(loud squealing tires)

Vinnie! What the hell are you doin'?

- He shot Father Pat and McPike!

I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!

- Who?

(clicking)

- Kousakis! I'm gonna kill him!

(blaring horn)

(skidding tires)

(fast-paced, intense music)

(blaring horn)

- You, take him to the airport.

You get on the first plane going anywhere.

You get there, you stay.

Here's 5K that'll hold you awhile.

Stay in touch with him.

- What are we doing?

- Taking over things.

It'll take a few days.

Now you go to H.E.S. and clear my stuff out.

All of it!

Then, this is the most important thing:

What did I just say?

- The most important thing.

- Meet me at Temple Beth Jacob, Friday after services.

- Huh? Why?

- Because, neither of us is Jewish.

(Kousakis slapping)

- Where you going?

- Just do what I tell you and shut up!

(snapping)

The case.

(locks clicking)

I'll be in touch.

(sirens)

(urgent music)

(creeping music)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

(cameras snapping)

- [Male Voice] Hold on. Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

(ominous music)

(sirens wailing)

- [Police] Okay, let's keep this area clear

for professional vehicles..

(maniacal laughing]

All right, let's move along now please.

(frustrated grunting)

(clicking)

(cameras snapping)

[Police] Come on people, let us through.

Hold it. No, no, No.

- Could you stand back, please?

- [Male Voice] I have no idea.

- [Police] We have no information for you.

Hold it. Come on folks.

Stay back here.

- Father! Father! Wake up!

- [Male Voice] Can you give us any information?

(tearing)

Come on officer.

- Gun shot wound, upper right chest.

No sign of an exit wound.

Give me a compress.

(cameras snapping)

- I got his picture, the guy with the gun.

When can I have that back?

- You can pick this up at the lab.

- [Photographer] Please, I need that camera.

That's my picture of the perp.

The papers are going to want it, I need that camera.

- I heard the sirens.

- [Photographer] I need that camera.

- Who's the other victim?

- An OCB agent.

So is the lady.

- I'm Charlie Boden.

- [Photographer] I need that camera.

- Nona Pope, OCB.

- Get those people out of here.

(unintelligible yelling)

- How bad?

- I don't know about Father Pat, this one's gone.

- No!

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What happened here?

- I was outside.

I need to go with that ambulance and I need that camera.

- We have some questions?

- Where's your authority?

- Chairman Boden.

- [Nona] That camera is material evidence

in the attempted murder of a federal agent.

Please give me the camera.

- Don't make this a jurisdictional thing.

I'm in control here until the commissioner arrives.

- Oh your control is political, not legal.

- It's still control.

- The camera?

- No.

(sirens wailing)

- I'm sorry.

- Why don't you just shut up, Vince?

(thumping)

You know, I don't want to hear about what drove you to it.

All I know is Frank McPike has been shot because of it.

He may even be dead.

(clicking)

Yeah, Code 22 0129.

Report Center 12.

Wharfside Church and Mission.

En route to nearest trauma center, Seattle PD.

(clicking)

Paul, it's Dan Burrows, McPike's down.

I put it in the system.

(beeping)

(Dan sighs angrily)

There's your Don Kousakis for ya.

(Dan breathes deeply)

I don't even know what hospital to phone.

You are a selfish bastard, you know that?

(ominous music)

- [Paramedic] Hold it. Hold it. Something's changed.

In and out of defib in the last 10 minutes.

He's got no pressure.

(tense music)

(Father groaning)

- Dan, we're at Seattle General's Trauma Center.

There's a car waiting for you downstairs.

- [Dan] How's Frank?

- [Hospital staff] Ma'am, do you know if he's a donor?

- [Nona] I don't know.

- I'm going to Seattle General.

You stay here!

(clicking)

(intense, focused music)

- Are you sure this is the man?

- No. Harriet, we have to face this.

I think John shot Father Pat and this Federal badge.

- But this man's holding the gun.

- That's a 38, there were 45 casings all over the church.

I'm sure they were shot from a 45

and I know John carries one.

Father Pat was about to hold a press conference

about H.E.S. dumping toxic waste.

- Yeah, but I'm remove from that, there's no link.

- John's a link.

We knew this was coming sooner or later.

The Pacific Rim is the only growth market left in America

for our line of business.

We knew sooner or later they'd move in.

This federal man who was shot, he's OCB.

Organized crime, Harriet, they know too.

- You know I practically raised John from the cradle.

- I know.

[Harriet groaning]

He was so good.

He was so focused on detail.

So aggressive.

(Harriet sighs sadly)

He changed.

[Harriet sniffles]

Running H.E.S.

- Hauling that crap is no job for a white man.

- I feel guilty about this.

- So do I.

I've known Johnny since he was just a nipper.

But he's a man now, Harriet, a man who can hurt us.

- Then, I guess, somebody will just have to bust him up.

- I'll handle it.

(Harriet sighs sadly)

- He was such a sweet kid.

You know, I think I've got his first communion picture

somewhere around here.

- I don't want to see his communion picture, Harriet.

Honest to God, I don't.

- Give me 200 joules and charge.

- Oh my God, Frank.

- All clear!

(thudding jolt)

(flat line buzzing)

- Give me 400 joules and charge.

All clear!

(thudding jolt)

(flat line buzzing)

- Frank.

(Dan cries)

Frank!

[Flat line buzzing]

- [Doctor] I can't help him.

[inspiring music]