Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 20 - Top of the World - full transcript
-Can I have your attention?
Yeah, listen up!
Yeah, you!
Yeah.
Shut up.
I want to say something
about this man.
I don't think you all realize
how much we owe to Ray Luca.
He climbed out of the
patch, hooked up with some
of the right people, of
which I happen to be one,
and he quarterbacked
for all of us.
The building of a dream.
A dream, ladies and gentlemen.
A dream.
Today, in this town,
is it covered in neon?
Does it make money?
We own a piece of it.
What did we think?
A year, it would take?
Ray did it in four months.
Four months!
The man is a star, a lucky
star, in the sky over Nevada.
So right now, I'd just like
to say to a modern day Caesar
and my best friend in this
whole crazy world, Ray,
here's to you.
[cheering]
-Get over here.
[music - "maybe, baby"]
-Boss, that's no good for you.
-[laughing]
Pauli, we can be anything
and do anything we want.
And you're asking me if
there's something wrong?
Pauli, we've arrived.
Hey, for the first time,
everything is absolutely right.
-Having a good time?
-Well, hey, Ray.
King for a day, huh?
-Come here.
-What?
-Come here.
-Why?
-Because I said so.
-[laughing] What if somebody--
-What if what, Joanne?
[chattering]
-Look at that bum.
Over there.
-Come on.
Come on.
-What?
-I forgot to show you something.
Come on.
Come on.
-What do you want to show me?
-Come on.
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
-Well, to save any of you
the trouble of looking
for the silver
lining in this cloud,
I want you to know
there is none.
We are dead in the water,
busted out, broken down,
and we have failed in
every way to make any case
on the extortion, labor
racketeering, skimming, or loan
sharking activities of Ray Luca,
Weisbord, Kordo, or Goldman.
-How does one guy
handle all of the joy
and optimism around here?
We've got two choices.
We find Luca's parents, and we
shoot them for having had him.
Two is the morale in this
unit does not slip one inch.
We will build a
case-- a new case--
against Kordo,
Goldman, and Luca.
We will go back to
basic police work.
We will work on
Luca 24 hours a day.
If he smiles, we're going
to take his picture.
If he goes to the
bathroom, I want
to know who's the next stall and
what kind of paper they used!
Where we are, gentlemen, on
Ray Luca is we start again!
Danny?
-OK.
Most nights, he's shacked up at
the Lucky Star Penthouse Suite.
With this bimbo.
She used to go for
two Gs a night.
Now she's under
exclusive contract.
-Nights, she's yours.
-Days, he's locked up into
a five card stud game.
$50,000 buy in.
Top line players.
-Krychek and Clemens.
-What about the skim?
-OK, well, according
to a tipster,
any one of these cool dudes
runs the milk from Luca here,
Manny Weisbord in Miami.
-This guy's been
the most frequent.
His name is Tony Dio.
Very sharp professional courier.
-Now he belongs to
Joey and I. Want
to come along for
the ride, counselor?
-Ante 500.
-I'd certainly feel
more comfortable
if the house dealt the cards.
-Hey, lady, I am the house.
You got a problem with that,
the Riviera's across the strip.
How you doing?
-I'm so bored, honey.
-Here's a bunch of money.
Go shopping all day.
I'll see you tonight.
Ace.
You happy now?
-Ticket agent says he makes
the same round trip three times
a week.
-Let's follow him.
-You going to bet or get loaded?
-Keep your shirt on, Tex.
You won't be here much longer.
How much did you bet?
-I'm in, $500.
-You're $500.
$2,000 more.
-Well, I'll see your $2,000
and I'll bump you $10,000.
-$10,000.
Let's quit wasting
time, all right?
How much money you
got in front of you?
Come on, how much, how much?
-I don't know!
$30,000, maybe $35,000.
-Well, you're going to have
to pay to see my cards, Tex.
Your $10,000, and $35,000 more.
You going to call, cowboy?
Huh?
-Yeah, I call, greaseball.
I'll tell you, I know where
two of the jacks are already.
If you happen to have
another jack down,
and it happens to be
the jack of-- spades.
You're a mechanic.
A lousy lowlife--
-Greaseball, huh?
Greaseball, huh?
Huh?
All right, all right, all right!
I'm all right.
-Come on.
Let's go upstairs.
-Pretty big game, huh?
-What's he, off his nut?
-What?
-He's shaving the cards.
He didn't have to do that.
He owns the joint.
Come on, let's go.
-Tail him.
And don't lose that suitcase.
-This guy is mean, he's hungry,
and I'll tell you the truth.
The way you're looking
lately, Champ, uh,
they might have to butter his
hips just to get him through
the ropes, you know what I'm--
-Only teach--
-Bring me a scotch
straight up, will you?
MAN (ON TV): How
are you, Tyrone?
Nice to have you
on the show again.
Look, you've had 39 professional
fights with 36 knockouts.
I understand you've never
even been knocked down.
MAN (ON TV): Never down.
Never even been touched.
-45 G's from the
Palladium alone.
Lot of cream off the top.
[knocking]
-Must be the milkman.
I'll get it.
MAN (ON TV): With a
perfect 16 and 0 record.
Thing I'm trying
to bring out is--
-Hey, Anthony.
How you doing?
Pauli, get a little
anisette for Anthony,
the way he likes
it, with the beads.
-Hey, that's very
good to, Tyrone.
Did you hear that, folks?
He said vocabulary, and
he said it all by himself.
Well, the odds makers
give you the edge, but--
-Tell Manny a
century and a half.
Round number.
[tv in background]
-Yeah, I'll be right in there.
-Well, we wouldn't
want you to be
late for dinner, would we now?
Well, there you have
it, ladies and--
[tv in background]
-Don't get a hernia
carrying all that cash.
-Hey, when it comes
to carrying cash,
I'm a regular Charlie Atlas.
Salute.
-Ciao.
-Thanks a lot, honey.
Hey, Tyrone, Tyrone,
Worry about Friday.
-Pauli, Frank, I'll see you guys
downstairs later on, all right?
I've got some things
to take care of.
MAN (ON TV): We'll have an
update on the Stickley-Gomez
middleweight bout from Madison
Square Garden in New York.
Welcome to Point Spread.
That's it.
Do a little dance
for them, honey.
-Are we alone now?
-Right now, baby, this is
the center of the universe.
And we're the only people alive.
-Into the elevator, up to
Luca's and back down again.
-I say we take him right
here and right now.
-With what?
You got a search warrant?
Because I sure don't.
You pinch him now, Mike,
and the evidence is dirty.
Inadmissible in a federal court.
I can't use it.
-Look, Counselor, spare me the
Fourth Amendment rights, OK?
We've been playing this by
the books since day one,
and we're at ground zero.
That's the skin in
that case walking
right out of here, right now.
-Facts are facts.
Mike, you toss this
guy now, and you're
not building any
case against him.
You're blowing whatever
case we may be building.
Sorry.
-Ta-da!
-You slut!
You rotten whore!
You dirty piece of--
-Hey, hey, come on!
Cut it out!
-You said you loved me!
You're leaving your wife for me?
Which wife?
Yours, or your best friend's?
-Look, I found
you on the street!
If you want to go back out
on the street the hard way,
I can throw you right out
the window, all right?
-You slut.
You rotten whore.
You cheap--
-Come on, come on!
-You said you loved me!
You dirty slut!
-Cut it out!
-Jeez!
What the hell is wrong with her?
-Hey!
You're taking that slut?
You ought to be
taking me, you pig!
I'm your true love!
-Deal with her.
You figure it out.
Just get her out of here!
-She's nothing.
She's dirt!
She's out for money, Ray.
Ray!
Ray!
-Somebody tell me
something about Ray Luca
that I already don't know.
Something that we culled
from this great surveillance
on Vegas' number one
organized crime figure.
Go ahead.
Somebody tell me something.
-Ray Luca cheats at cards.
-Oh, that's great.
That'll get him, what?
10, 15 years in Leavenworth?
-There's more.
My man Luca doesn't
like to be called
out for cheating at cards.
-Misdemeanor battery and
assault charges, Walter.
Great work.
How about you, Nate?
-Nothing with nothing.
Strictly Peyton Place.
We staked out near the hotel
lobby of the Lucky Star
when this Bambi broad walks in.
-Yeah, so?
-Anyway, so she goes upstairs.
Next thing I know, there's
noise by the elevators.
She, uh, she comes running into
the reception area dressed up
like Irma la Douce
in her undies.
She's screaming at Luca,
middle of the hotel lobby.
-That's all?
-Well, you had to
be there, Danny.
I mean, to have a
broad like Bambi,
I mean, maybe crime does pay.
Anyway, Luca hadn't
stopped her, she'd
have ripped the head off
of that Goldman broad.
Angry.
Oh.
-Goldman?
-Yeah.
Max's old lady.
Ray's bopping around with her.
-He's doing what?
-That's what the whole
thing was about, Mike.
A fight.
Luca's walking out
the hotel lobby
with Joanne Goldman on his arm.
She's got an overcoat
on top of maybe nothing.
Then this Bambi starts in.
-Ray is hitting on his
best friend's wife,
and you think that's nothing?
Ask yourself why Ray Luca, who
can have any showgirl in town,
is hitting on his friend's wife.
Have you asked yourself that?
-No.
-I know why.
Because it's dangerous
and it's edgy.
And because Ray is on
the top, where all you do
is rake in money.
So where does he
get his kicks, huh?
Where does he get those
dangerous type, uh, wins?
Things that prove stuff
to himself about himself?
-Nowhere.
-Right.
He's got no guys to
put down to climb up.
He's already on top of the
mountain with nothing to do.
-So he hits on Joanne Goldman.
-And I think the signals that
are in this guy's head that
were scrambled from day one
in the patch are still there,
and that we are going to turn
up the volume all the way.
And maybe, just maybe,
send this guy off
like an unguided missile
into his own people.
And we are going to grow one
of them into a federal witness.
-So what's the first move?
-The airport.
Your pal and mine, Tony Dio.
ANNOUNCER (ON PA
SYSTEM): All passengers
wishing to board
Flight 89 to Miami
should now proceed to Gate 12.
-What the hell is
this all about?
Who the hell are you guys?
-Who the hell do
you think we are?
-You got a warrant?
You can't arrest me
without a warrant.
You can't seize my
briefcase, and you
can't search it
without a warrant.
It's inadmissible
evidence, right?
Right?
-Stupid.
We're not here to arrest
you and to seize evidence.
We're here to kidnap you
and to steal all your money.
ANNOUNCER (ON PA SYSTEM):
Attention, please.
Final boarding call for
Flight 89 nonstop to Miami.
-Is this everything?
-Yes it is.
On this sixth day of February,
1964, we have before us today
a motion from the
Department of Justice.
-Well, how'd it go?
-Good.
Smooth as silk.
-Smooth as silk.
-There they are.
[honking]
-Look, Torello, uh, if you guys
are going to give me a ticket,
which is about all you've
got left to do in this town,
then write it.
Because I'm on the air
in 10 minutes, you know?
I don't want to keep
my public waiting.
I'm in a ratings battle,
you know what I--
-Get out of the car.
-What is this, huh?
-Do I have y attention now?
Now, good.
What do you know about
a guy named Tony Dio?
-I never heard of the guy.
-Well, I ran his prints through
the lab, and guess what?
He's an associate
of Manny Weisbord.
What are you going
to tell us now?
That you don't-- you don't know
anybody named Manny Weisbord?
Huh?
-And we found this
near his body, huh?
An empty briefcase and a 22
caliber bullet in his skull.
-Hey, look.
I don't know no Tony Dio.
Maybe he got lucky at the
crap table and got mugged.
-Hey, maybe you're right, Max.
Get him out of here.
-Get in there.
-Mike.
Abrams says he's
got the court order.
We're all set.
[screaming]
-What the hell is this?
Get the hell out of my casino!
Hey, hey, where are you going?
Torello!
-You canceled it
this time, Torello!
I'm gonna sue your
ass in circuit court!
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah!
-Well, you're living
in the past, big shot!
Tell him!
Tell him!
-Mr. Luca, by decision of the
state gambling commission,
your gaming license
is hereby suspended.
And pending a hearing, you are
hereby barred from the premises
of any and all
gaming establishments
in the State of Nevada.
Failure by--
-He knows how to read!
You're black booked.
You got it?
How do you like them jokes?
-The hell I am!
-The hell you're not!
One step!
One step, Ray, into
one of your own joints
to count your own money,
drink your own booze,
or boff one of your own broads,
and you're going to the joint!
Yeah?
Well, come on.
Come on!
Come on, you punk!
-Mr. Luca, can
you look this way?
-Come on!
-Now-- now that you have
$800-- now that you have $800,
I have something that is for
sale behind curtain number two.
Or you can hang on--
-Go for the curtain, dunce.
Go for the curtain.
She did it.
Can I pick them, or what?
God, a trip to Valencia.
Think of it.
I'll get to see where
they made "El Cid,"
Charlton Heston, and everything.
-Do I care about
Charlton Heston?
I'm blacklisted from
my own damn casino.
-I can't believe it.
He also won an Amana.
-I'll give you an Amana.
It's about time you got here!
-Hi, Steve.
Want a pina colada?
-No thanks, Cori.
I'm fine.
-What are you gonna do
about this, huh, negotiator?
-Well, let me get you a drink.
-I don't want a drink.
-I've set up an
office in a suite
at the country club for you.
-So what do you think,
I'm going out to pasture?
-Ray, it's an office.
It's a place to do business.
There's something else
we got to deal with.
The last skim did not
arrive in Miami yesterday.
Manny called.
He wants to know
where his money is.
-Our money.
And Dio met some
chick or something.
And so what, and who cares?
I can't get into my
own damn casinos!
We built this from nothing.
We took it from
nowhere with this!
It's ours!
I can't walk in!
They can't do that.
How can they do that?
It's not right!
-On Dio and last week's money.
-The hell with Dio!
What are you doing about this?
-Look, it's a suspension,
not a revocation.
I'll trot out a couple of
politicians and character
witnesses at the hearing,
and it'll all be over, OK?
Now, look.
The Dio thing is serious.
And Torello's out
there telling Max
that you eliminated Tony
Dio and stole the skim--
-And you believe him?
-Believe throw at me and Max?
What kind of putzes
do you take us for?
-Not Torello.
I'm talking about Max.
-I don't follow.
-Torello didn't
tell Max anything.
Max is spreading lies
and rumors about me.
-What?
-I know why Max is doing this!
I'm going to take care
of it my way, right now!
-Ray.
We got enough outside problems.
We don't need inside problems.
-Hands off, Steve.
-The money, the
money, take the cash.
-We're back on Point Spread,
talking with Jackie Evans.
Jackie, let me ask
you a question.
Whatever motivated you
to become a jockey?
-What do you mean?
-What you mean what do
I mean, snapper head?
Motivate!
It's like, personally, you know?
My own personal opinion of what
I feel, if you understand me
now, and understand me you
will if you can, and you do.
Motivate.
You see what I'm saying?
It's like when those
guys climbed Everest.
Why did they do it?
Because it was there.
You see what I'm saying?
So what made you
want to be a jockey?
-I do it for the money.
I hate horses.
I love money.
-Yeah, me too.
I mean, why do anything
else except maybe
a little of this, huh?
Oh, look at this.
The whole mishpacha.
Oh my god.
Look at that.
-Hey, in the--
-We're going to be
joined by Ray Luca.
-Hey, what are you doing?
Hey!
-You turn on me, Max?
You're gonna turn on me?
Straight out of our deal!
Get out of here!
I'm gonna kill you, Max!
You understand that?
You son of a-- What do you
think you're doing, huh, Max?
Huh?
Nobody turns on me, you hear me?
Nobody!
Hear?
You hear me, huh, Max?
Huh, do you hear me?
-Leave him alone!
-Shut up!
-The hell is wrong with you?
I been a standup guy.
I've been your friend.
Why, Ray?
-Why?
Why?
Come on!
You know why, Max!
-Stop it.
-Hey, Max, because
I'm popping your wife.
That's why.
Come on, baby.
You're coming with me.
-No.
-I said get over here.
-She stays with me.
-Yeah?
Like hell she does.
-Yeah, well, you're
finished, Ray.
You're out.
You understand me, mister?
You don't own hotels.
You don't put down scores.
You won't push a broom
in a five and dine.
You're nothing!
You're dirt!
You're over and out, Ray!
What?
Go ahead, Ray.
Yeah, tough guy.
-Anybody calls, I'll be
at the Desert Horizon.
-Max, please don't go.
Max!
I was so wrong!
I was crazy.
I don't know what I was.
Look, I love you.
You've got to believe that.
Max.
Don't leave me alone, OK?
I don't want to be alone.
-Don't touch me.
You're garbage.
You throw yourself around
like some kind of $5.00 whore.
Look, I hate you now.
You understand me?
I don't know.
Maybe if you asked, I'd
say I love you too, OK?
All I know is I've got
to get away from you,
figure things out.
I don't know what I'm
thinking, what I'm feeling.
I've just gotta go.
-Look, I'll be waiting
here for you, OK?
I'll be waiting, Max.
-Damn it!
[car starting]
-Atta boy.
-[screaming]
-David.
-Yeah?
-Mind if I ask you a question?
How come you and I have never
talked about your father?
About his murder, I mean.
-My father told Phil Bartoli
if my son the prosecutor
goes after you, you're finished.
So bye bye, Phil,
because you've had it.
You're going to take a fall.
See, my old man, he made
jokes about the fact
that he was an
outfit guy, and he
had a law abiding--
a law abiding son.
But I think that he
was proud of what I do.
He wanted me to improve on
his life, not imitate it.
If I speculate on who, I'd
be provoked to pick up a gun
and kill.
And that would be
betraying exactly
what my dad was so proud of.
So I don't talk about it much.
Answer the question?
[phone ringing]
-Torello.
Luca just blew up Max Goldman.
He's still alive.
-Yeah, I don't want excuses.
I want to know where Goldman is.
Yeah, maybe that's him.
I'll talk to you later.
Yeah, yeah, come in!
Come in!
Frank?
What are you doing here?
-I knocked, Mr. Luca,
but nobody answered.
Um, I'm meeting Paul for dinner.
-Yeah, you're fine.
Come on.
[phone ringing]
-It's me.
-Yeah.
-[mimes explosion]
--[laughing] Yeah,
good work, Frank.
Hey, go sit down.
I'll make you a drink.
-Oh, no thanks.
Really.
We're going out to dinner,
and liquor kind of spoils
my appetite.
-Well, it doesn't spoil mine.
-I've been dreaming of
Chinese food all day.
You know?
But Pauli's got his heart set
on linguine with clam sauce,
so I guess we're going to
have linguine with clam sauce.
-And what's for dessert?
You?
Take this.
-No thanks, really.
-I said take it!
-OK.
-Cheers.
Hey, that's some
rock you got there.
-Yeah.
-Must be costing Pauli a mint
to maintain a pro like you.
-It's not like that between
me and Pauli, Mr. Luca.
-Oh, come on, gorgeous.
You never made your living
staring at the ceiling?
-I hooked around, yeah,
but that-- that's not
what it's about
between me and Pauli.
-Oh really?
-Really.
-What's it about?
-Pauli doesn't walk around
like he's Mr. Cool, you know?
I mean, guys like that are
a dime a dozen in Vegas,
you know?
He's a-- he's a regular
guy, and I like him a lot.
A lot.
-True love, huh?
Well, you can tell
that to Santa Clause.
-Mr. Luca, please don't do that.
-Hey, I pay Pauli,
and Pauli pays you.
You are bought and paid for.
Boom.
Just like that.
-I think I better leave.
-Come on, baby.
You're the furniture.
So why don't you just do
what you do best, huh?
WOMAN: Mr. Luca,
I'm Pauli's girl!
You don't have to do this to me!
You can have anybody you want.
You're Ray Luca.
Stop it!
No!
-You know what
we're here for, Max.
You know the drill.
-My name is Abrams.
I'm a federal attorney.
I can offer you a safe
house, special protection,
a new identity for you and
your wife, if you want.
-You and I both know
why you ought to do it.
Because he's going to come back,
and he's going to kill you.
Especially since he's tried
once and screwed it up.
Manny can't help you.
You'll never get
out of Nevada alive.
You've got one shot left, Max.
Us.
-So you're saying
I could save myself
by rolling over and
giving you Ray Luca.
-That's what we want.
-And I've been a stand
up guy my whole life.
If I go out, I'll go
out a stand up guy.
I ain't going to change now.
I ain't ratting nobody out.
So why don't the both
of you go to hell?
-What happened, David?
-Goldman told us to go to hell.
-Oh, great.
Hey, listen, Mike.
We still got Cordo.
We got Holman.
-Give me a break, huh, Danny?
Hey, uh, what happened?
-Raped.
Beaten up.
-Jackie, I haven't told you
what it is yet. $1.00 bills.
She thought I was going to say--
-Ray!
Ray!
Where is he?
Where is he?
-Behind the curtain.
Behind the curtain!
-Are you happy about
your decision now?
-Who, Ray?
Who the hell knows?
Who cares?
Probably went to work.
MAN (ON TV): Everybody
watches the show,
and everybody knows
that it's $800.
Or you can hang
out for the door.
I'll show you what's
back of that curtain.
A brand new automobile!
[cheering]
-Where's he at?
Where?
Where's he at?
-How long ago did
he show up here?
-About five minutes ago.
We got a call from LVPD.
Waitress said he's after Luca.
-I can't imagine why.
-Yeah.
Mike?
-It's all right.
-Hi, Pauli.
-She's the only one
that ever treated
me decent my whole life.
That's all I had was her
and a couple of bucks.
He's got the whole world!
Why'd he have to take her?
-The guy's a little sick, Pauli.
-I thought he was my friend!
-You got nowhere to go, Pauli.
You've got nowhere to
go now except to me.
-What do you want to know?
-What's so funny, Pauli?
-I was just thinking about
what Manny Weisbord told Ray.
Cut out the street stuff.
No smacks, no whacks.
Leave it up to the mules.
The mules like Pauli Taglia.
Want to know what's funny?
Huh?
-Mm-hm.
-Ray can't keep the
blood off his hands.
He's got to be out
there, right on the edge.
-He killed Claymore, didn't he?
We need it on tape.
-Yeah, he killed Claymore.
He couldn't wait.
Twice in the head!
By that place where
they put the old signs.
-What about Howie Dressler?
The kid with the wife
in the iron lung.
-He hung him.
-What about Wes Connelly?
-I don't know about that.
-Marilyn Stewart.
She came to us when Luca
was milking her company.
-Yeah, her too.
-She was a friend of
the insurance guy.
Kehoe?
-What about Kehoe?
-He was some kind of
friend of yours, wasn't he?
-Yeah, he was some
kind of friend of mine.
-It was Luca?
-Yeah.
Luca threw him
through the glass.
Me too.
-Who else, Pauli?
Who else, Pauli?
[whispers]
-What?
What did you say?
What?
You scum!
You scum!
You bastard scum!
You bastard scum!
-David, David, come on!
Come on!
-He killed my father!
-You want to kill him?
Huh?
Do you want to
kill him and Luca?
Do you?
If you do, I'll help you
assassinate the son of a right
now.
You want to?
-No.
-You promised!
You promised!
-Settle down!
Shut up!
You want to do it, huh?
Huh, David?
You want to do it?
Because I don't think you do.
Just tell me.
-Mike.
Luca's lawyer just got
a temporary injunction.
He served it on the
gambling commission.
-He's had the black
booking lifted
until there's a full hearing.
He's back in at the casino.
-Enough for a warrant
know, Counselor?
-Yeah.
Yeah, we got enough.
-We'll take him
at the Lucky Star.
You sure you want to go?
-You can't stop me.
-Hey, boss.
-Hey, Frank.
How you doing?
-How's it feel to be back?
-All right.
Where's Pauli?
I've got to straighten
something out with him.
-Uh, last I saw him,
he was looking for you.
-Cordo?
-I ain't seen him.
-Well, anyone wants me now,
you know where I'll be.
-Rolling sevens at
the top of the heap.
-Yeah, yeah.
I'm meeting Bambi in the
restaurant. [inaudible] arrive,
you send them in to me.
No one else.
-OK.
-And Frank, find Pauli.
I've got to talk to him, OK?
-Ray, yeah, the boss is back.
And he's up in the
restaurant. [inaudible].
-You and your guys
cover all the exits.
Nobody gets in or gets out.
Let's go.
-I want silk sheets on his bed.
I want beluga caviar
in his refrigerator.
-And I want hot and
cold Dom Perignon
coming out both the faucets.
You got that?
-We got problems, Mr.--
-I'm on the phone.
-There are feds
crawling all over place.
-Feds?
-With rifles, automatic weapons.
-Stop them!
-Don't move.
[gunfire]
-Where is he?
Where is he, Frank?
Where is he, Frank?
-Upstairs.
-Come on.
-Hello?
Mrs. Jensen?
Hello.
Reservation?
What time?
10:00.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you very--
-Hey, Joey, how are you doing?
Hey, listen, give me the line
on, uh-- on the Lakers game.
Uh-huh.
-There's a Lieutenant
Torello outside.
He wants to know if
you wouldn't mind
being disturbed for a
moment's conversation.
-What?
-That's what he said.
-Sure, send him on in.
Joe, I'll talk to you later.
This ought to be
good for a laugh.
-Hello, Ray.
-Can I get you something, sir?
-Coffee.
Black.
-So where's the defensive line?
-They're around here.
Somewhere.
-What's this about?
-You.
You know, when you've chased
someone as long as I've chased
you, in the end, it really
comes down to two people.
You and me.
-I'm leaving.
-Stay here.
What are you coming in
here for, busting up
my dinner with
this lame routine?
And him, too.
I'm too tough, too smart, and
too fast for you wingtip bozos.
I'm back.
I'm on top.
You got nothing on me.
So get out of my place.
-What we've got is
about 5 foot 10,
200 pounds, a haircut that
came from outer space,
and a driver's license
that says Paul Taglia.
Put the cuffs on, Ray.
You're under arrest.
-No!
-Raymond Anthony Luca, you are
under arrest for the murder
of Special Agent Jack Claymore,
the murder of Samuel S.
Dressler, the murder of Marilyn
Ogden Stewart, the murder of--
[theme music]
Yeah, listen up!
Yeah, you!
Yeah.
Shut up.
I want to say something
about this man.
I don't think you all realize
how much we owe to Ray Luca.
He climbed out of the
patch, hooked up with some
of the right people, of
which I happen to be one,
and he quarterbacked
for all of us.
The building of a dream.
A dream, ladies and gentlemen.
A dream.
Today, in this town,
is it covered in neon?
Does it make money?
We own a piece of it.
What did we think?
A year, it would take?
Ray did it in four months.
Four months!
The man is a star, a lucky
star, in the sky over Nevada.
So right now, I'd just like
to say to a modern day Caesar
and my best friend in this
whole crazy world, Ray,
here's to you.
[cheering]
-Get over here.
[music - "maybe, baby"]
-Boss, that's no good for you.
-[laughing]
Pauli, we can be anything
and do anything we want.
And you're asking me if
there's something wrong?
Pauli, we've arrived.
Hey, for the first time,
everything is absolutely right.
-Having a good time?
-Well, hey, Ray.
King for a day, huh?
-Come here.
-What?
-Come here.
-Why?
-Because I said so.
-[laughing] What if somebody--
-What if what, Joanne?
[chattering]
-Look at that bum.
Over there.
-Come on.
Come on.
-What?
-I forgot to show you something.
Come on.
Come on.
-What do you want to show me?
-Come on.
[music - del shannon, "runaway"]
-Well, to save any of you
the trouble of looking
for the silver
lining in this cloud,
I want you to know
there is none.
We are dead in the water,
busted out, broken down,
and we have failed in
every way to make any case
on the extortion, labor
racketeering, skimming, or loan
sharking activities of Ray Luca,
Weisbord, Kordo, or Goldman.
-How does one guy
handle all of the joy
and optimism around here?
We've got two choices.
We find Luca's parents, and we
shoot them for having had him.
Two is the morale in this
unit does not slip one inch.
We will build a
case-- a new case--
against Kordo,
Goldman, and Luca.
We will go back to
basic police work.
We will work on
Luca 24 hours a day.
If he smiles, we're going
to take his picture.
If he goes to the
bathroom, I want
to know who's the next stall and
what kind of paper they used!
Where we are, gentlemen, on
Ray Luca is we start again!
Danny?
-OK.
Most nights, he's shacked up at
the Lucky Star Penthouse Suite.
With this bimbo.
She used to go for
two Gs a night.
Now she's under
exclusive contract.
-Nights, she's yours.
-Days, he's locked up into
a five card stud game.
$50,000 buy in.
Top line players.
-Krychek and Clemens.
-What about the skim?
-OK, well, according
to a tipster,
any one of these cool dudes
runs the milk from Luca here,
Manny Weisbord in Miami.
-This guy's been
the most frequent.
His name is Tony Dio.
Very sharp professional courier.
-Now he belongs to
Joey and I. Want
to come along for
the ride, counselor?
-Ante 500.
-I'd certainly feel
more comfortable
if the house dealt the cards.
-Hey, lady, I am the house.
You got a problem with that,
the Riviera's across the strip.
How you doing?
-I'm so bored, honey.
-Here's a bunch of money.
Go shopping all day.
I'll see you tonight.
Ace.
You happy now?
-Ticket agent says he makes
the same round trip three times
a week.
-Let's follow him.
-You going to bet or get loaded?
-Keep your shirt on, Tex.
You won't be here much longer.
How much did you bet?
-I'm in, $500.
-You're $500.
$2,000 more.
-Well, I'll see your $2,000
and I'll bump you $10,000.
-$10,000.
Let's quit wasting
time, all right?
How much money you
got in front of you?
Come on, how much, how much?
-I don't know!
$30,000, maybe $35,000.
-Well, you're going to have
to pay to see my cards, Tex.
Your $10,000, and $35,000 more.
You going to call, cowboy?
Huh?
-Yeah, I call, greaseball.
I'll tell you, I know where
two of the jacks are already.
If you happen to have
another jack down,
and it happens to be
the jack of-- spades.
You're a mechanic.
A lousy lowlife--
-Greaseball, huh?
Greaseball, huh?
Huh?
All right, all right, all right!
I'm all right.
-Come on.
Let's go upstairs.
-Pretty big game, huh?
-What's he, off his nut?
-What?
-He's shaving the cards.
He didn't have to do that.
He owns the joint.
Come on, let's go.
-Tail him.
And don't lose that suitcase.
-This guy is mean, he's hungry,
and I'll tell you the truth.
The way you're looking
lately, Champ, uh,
they might have to butter his
hips just to get him through
the ropes, you know what I'm--
-Only teach--
-Bring me a scotch
straight up, will you?
MAN (ON TV): How
are you, Tyrone?
Nice to have you
on the show again.
Look, you've had 39 professional
fights with 36 knockouts.
I understand you've never
even been knocked down.
MAN (ON TV): Never down.
Never even been touched.
-45 G's from the
Palladium alone.
Lot of cream off the top.
[knocking]
-Must be the milkman.
I'll get it.
MAN (ON TV): With a
perfect 16 and 0 record.
Thing I'm trying
to bring out is--
-Hey, Anthony.
How you doing?
Pauli, get a little
anisette for Anthony,
the way he likes
it, with the beads.
-Hey, that's very
good to, Tyrone.
Did you hear that, folks?
He said vocabulary, and
he said it all by himself.
Well, the odds makers
give you the edge, but--
-Tell Manny a
century and a half.
Round number.
[tv in background]
-Yeah, I'll be right in there.
-Well, we wouldn't
want you to be
late for dinner, would we now?
Well, there you have
it, ladies and--
[tv in background]
-Don't get a hernia
carrying all that cash.
-Hey, when it comes
to carrying cash,
I'm a regular Charlie Atlas.
Salute.
-Ciao.
-Thanks a lot, honey.
Hey, Tyrone, Tyrone,
Worry about Friday.
-Pauli, Frank, I'll see you guys
downstairs later on, all right?
I've got some things
to take care of.
MAN (ON TV): We'll have an
update on the Stickley-Gomez
middleweight bout from Madison
Square Garden in New York.
Welcome to Point Spread.
That's it.
Do a little dance
for them, honey.
-Are we alone now?
-Right now, baby, this is
the center of the universe.
And we're the only people alive.
-Into the elevator, up to
Luca's and back down again.
-I say we take him right
here and right now.
-With what?
You got a search warrant?
Because I sure don't.
You pinch him now, Mike,
and the evidence is dirty.
Inadmissible in a federal court.
I can't use it.
-Look, Counselor, spare me the
Fourth Amendment rights, OK?
We've been playing this by
the books since day one,
and we're at ground zero.
That's the skin in
that case walking
right out of here, right now.
-Facts are facts.
Mike, you toss this
guy now, and you're
not building any
case against him.
You're blowing whatever
case we may be building.
Sorry.
-Ta-da!
-You slut!
You rotten whore!
You dirty piece of--
-Hey, hey, come on!
Cut it out!
-You said you loved me!
You're leaving your wife for me?
Which wife?
Yours, or your best friend's?
-Look, I found
you on the street!
If you want to go back out
on the street the hard way,
I can throw you right out
the window, all right?
-You slut.
You rotten whore.
You cheap--
-Come on, come on!
-You said you loved me!
You dirty slut!
-Cut it out!
-Jeez!
What the hell is wrong with her?
-Hey!
You're taking that slut?
You ought to be
taking me, you pig!
I'm your true love!
-Deal with her.
You figure it out.
Just get her out of here!
-She's nothing.
She's dirt!
She's out for money, Ray.
Ray!
Ray!
-Somebody tell me
something about Ray Luca
that I already don't know.
Something that we culled
from this great surveillance
on Vegas' number one
organized crime figure.
Go ahead.
Somebody tell me something.
-Ray Luca cheats at cards.
-Oh, that's great.
That'll get him, what?
10, 15 years in Leavenworth?
-There's more.
My man Luca doesn't
like to be called
out for cheating at cards.
-Misdemeanor battery and
assault charges, Walter.
Great work.
How about you, Nate?
-Nothing with nothing.
Strictly Peyton Place.
We staked out near the hotel
lobby of the Lucky Star
when this Bambi broad walks in.
-Yeah, so?
-Anyway, so she goes upstairs.
Next thing I know, there's
noise by the elevators.
She, uh, she comes running into
the reception area dressed up
like Irma la Douce
in her undies.
She's screaming at Luca,
middle of the hotel lobby.
-That's all?
-Well, you had to
be there, Danny.
I mean, to have a
broad like Bambi,
I mean, maybe crime does pay.
Anyway, Luca hadn't
stopped her, she'd
have ripped the head off
of that Goldman broad.
Angry.
Oh.
-Goldman?
-Yeah.
Max's old lady.
Ray's bopping around with her.
-He's doing what?
-That's what the whole
thing was about, Mike.
A fight.
Luca's walking out
the hotel lobby
with Joanne Goldman on his arm.
She's got an overcoat
on top of maybe nothing.
Then this Bambi starts in.
-Ray is hitting on his
best friend's wife,
and you think that's nothing?
Ask yourself why Ray Luca, who
can have any showgirl in town,
is hitting on his friend's wife.
Have you asked yourself that?
-No.
-I know why.
Because it's dangerous
and it's edgy.
And because Ray is on
the top, where all you do
is rake in money.
So where does he
get his kicks, huh?
Where does he get those
dangerous type, uh, wins?
Things that prove stuff
to himself about himself?
-Nowhere.
-Right.
He's got no guys to
put down to climb up.
He's already on top of the
mountain with nothing to do.
-So he hits on Joanne Goldman.
-And I think the signals that
are in this guy's head that
were scrambled from day one
in the patch are still there,
and that we are going to turn
up the volume all the way.
And maybe, just maybe,
send this guy off
like an unguided missile
into his own people.
And we are going to grow one
of them into a federal witness.
-So what's the first move?
-The airport.
Your pal and mine, Tony Dio.
ANNOUNCER (ON PA
SYSTEM): All passengers
wishing to board
Flight 89 to Miami
should now proceed to Gate 12.
-What the hell is
this all about?
Who the hell are you guys?
-Who the hell do
you think we are?
-You got a warrant?
You can't arrest me
without a warrant.
You can't seize my
briefcase, and you
can't search it
without a warrant.
It's inadmissible
evidence, right?
Right?
-Stupid.
We're not here to arrest
you and to seize evidence.
We're here to kidnap you
and to steal all your money.
ANNOUNCER (ON PA SYSTEM):
Attention, please.
Final boarding call for
Flight 89 nonstop to Miami.
-Is this everything?
-Yes it is.
On this sixth day of February,
1964, we have before us today
a motion from the
Department of Justice.
-Well, how'd it go?
-Good.
Smooth as silk.
-Smooth as silk.
-There they are.
[honking]
-Look, Torello, uh, if you guys
are going to give me a ticket,
which is about all you've
got left to do in this town,
then write it.
Because I'm on the air
in 10 minutes, you know?
I don't want to keep
my public waiting.
I'm in a ratings battle,
you know what I--
-Get out of the car.
-What is this, huh?
-Do I have y attention now?
Now, good.
What do you know about
a guy named Tony Dio?
-I never heard of the guy.
-Well, I ran his prints through
the lab, and guess what?
He's an associate
of Manny Weisbord.
What are you going
to tell us now?
That you don't-- you don't know
anybody named Manny Weisbord?
Huh?
-And we found this
near his body, huh?
An empty briefcase and a 22
caliber bullet in his skull.
-Hey, look.
I don't know no Tony Dio.
Maybe he got lucky at the
crap table and got mugged.
-Hey, maybe you're right, Max.
Get him out of here.
-Get in there.
-Mike.
Abrams says he's
got the court order.
We're all set.
[screaming]
-What the hell is this?
Get the hell out of my casino!
Hey, hey, where are you going?
Torello!
-You canceled it
this time, Torello!
I'm gonna sue your
ass in circuit court!
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah!
-Well, you're living
in the past, big shot!
Tell him!
Tell him!
-Mr. Luca, by decision of the
state gambling commission,
your gaming license
is hereby suspended.
And pending a hearing, you are
hereby barred from the premises
of any and all
gaming establishments
in the State of Nevada.
Failure by--
-He knows how to read!
You're black booked.
You got it?
How do you like them jokes?
-The hell I am!
-The hell you're not!
One step!
One step, Ray, into
one of your own joints
to count your own money,
drink your own booze,
or boff one of your own broads,
and you're going to the joint!
Yeah?
Well, come on.
Come on!
Come on, you punk!
-Mr. Luca, can
you look this way?
-Come on!
-Now-- now that you have
$800-- now that you have $800,
I have something that is for
sale behind curtain number two.
Or you can hang on--
-Go for the curtain, dunce.
Go for the curtain.
She did it.
Can I pick them, or what?
God, a trip to Valencia.
Think of it.
I'll get to see where
they made "El Cid,"
Charlton Heston, and everything.
-Do I care about
Charlton Heston?
I'm blacklisted from
my own damn casino.
-I can't believe it.
He also won an Amana.
-I'll give you an Amana.
It's about time you got here!
-Hi, Steve.
Want a pina colada?
-No thanks, Cori.
I'm fine.
-What are you gonna do
about this, huh, negotiator?
-Well, let me get you a drink.
-I don't want a drink.
-I've set up an
office in a suite
at the country club for you.
-So what do you think,
I'm going out to pasture?
-Ray, it's an office.
It's a place to do business.
There's something else
we got to deal with.
The last skim did not
arrive in Miami yesterday.
Manny called.
He wants to know
where his money is.
-Our money.
And Dio met some
chick or something.
And so what, and who cares?
I can't get into my
own damn casinos!
We built this from nothing.
We took it from
nowhere with this!
It's ours!
I can't walk in!
They can't do that.
How can they do that?
It's not right!
-On Dio and last week's money.
-The hell with Dio!
What are you doing about this?
-Look, it's a suspension,
not a revocation.
I'll trot out a couple of
politicians and character
witnesses at the hearing,
and it'll all be over, OK?
Now, look.
The Dio thing is serious.
And Torello's out
there telling Max
that you eliminated Tony
Dio and stole the skim--
-And you believe him?
-Believe throw at me and Max?
What kind of putzes
do you take us for?
-Not Torello.
I'm talking about Max.
-I don't follow.
-Torello didn't
tell Max anything.
Max is spreading lies
and rumors about me.
-What?
-I know why Max is doing this!
I'm going to take care
of it my way, right now!
-Ray.
We got enough outside problems.
We don't need inside problems.
-Hands off, Steve.
-The money, the
money, take the cash.
-We're back on Point Spread,
talking with Jackie Evans.
Jackie, let me ask
you a question.
Whatever motivated you
to become a jockey?
-What do you mean?
-What you mean what do
I mean, snapper head?
Motivate!
It's like, personally, you know?
My own personal opinion of what
I feel, if you understand me
now, and understand me you
will if you can, and you do.
Motivate.
You see what I'm saying?
It's like when those
guys climbed Everest.
Why did they do it?
Because it was there.
You see what I'm saying?
So what made you
want to be a jockey?
-I do it for the money.
I hate horses.
I love money.
-Yeah, me too.
I mean, why do anything
else except maybe
a little of this, huh?
Oh, look at this.
The whole mishpacha.
Oh my god.
Look at that.
-Hey, in the--
-We're going to be
joined by Ray Luca.
-Hey, what are you doing?
Hey!
-You turn on me, Max?
You're gonna turn on me?
Straight out of our deal!
Get out of here!
I'm gonna kill you, Max!
You understand that?
You son of a-- What do you
think you're doing, huh, Max?
Huh?
Nobody turns on me, you hear me?
Nobody!
Hear?
You hear me, huh, Max?
Huh, do you hear me?
-Leave him alone!
-Shut up!
-The hell is wrong with you?
I been a standup guy.
I've been your friend.
Why, Ray?
-Why?
Why?
Come on!
You know why, Max!
-Stop it.
-Hey, Max, because
I'm popping your wife.
That's why.
Come on, baby.
You're coming with me.
-No.
-I said get over here.
-She stays with me.
-Yeah?
Like hell she does.
-Yeah, well, you're
finished, Ray.
You're out.
You understand me, mister?
You don't own hotels.
You don't put down scores.
You won't push a broom
in a five and dine.
You're nothing!
You're dirt!
You're over and out, Ray!
What?
Go ahead, Ray.
Yeah, tough guy.
-Anybody calls, I'll be
at the Desert Horizon.
-Max, please don't go.
Max!
I was so wrong!
I was crazy.
I don't know what I was.
Look, I love you.
You've got to believe that.
Max.
Don't leave me alone, OK?
I don't want to be alone.
-Don't touch me.
You're garbage.
You throw yourself around
like some kind of $5.00 whore.
Look, I hate you now.
You understand me?
I don't know.
Maybe if you asked, I'd
say I love you too, OK?
All I know is I've got
to get away from you,
figure things out.
I don't know what I'm
thinking, what I'm feeling.
I've just gotta go.
-Look, I'll be waiting
here for you, OK?
I'll be waiting, Max.
-Damn it!
[car starting]
-Atta boy.
-[screaming]
-David.
-Yeah?
-Mind if I ask you a question?
How come you and I have never
talked about your father?
About his murder, I mean.
-My father told Phil Bartoli
if my son the prosecutor
goes after you, you're finished.
So bye bye, Phil,
because you've had it.
You're going to take a fall.
See, my old man, he made
jokes about the fact
that he was an
outfit guy, and he
had a law abiding--
a law abiding son.
But I think that he
was proud of what I do.
He wanted me to improve on
his life, not imitate it.
If I speculate on who, I'd
be provoked to pick up a gun
and kill.
And that would be
betraying exactly
what my dad was so proud of.
So I don't talk about it much.
Answer the question?
[phone ringing]
-Torello.
Luca just blew up Max Goldman.
He's still alive.
-Yeah, I don't want excuses.
I want to know where Goldman is.
Yeah, maybe that's him.
I'll talk to you later.
Yeah, yeah, come in!
Come in!
Frank?
What are you doing here?
-I knocked, Mr. Luca,
but nobody answered.
Um, I'm meeting Paul for dinner.
-Yeah, you're fine.
Come on.
[phone ringing]
-It's me.
-Yeah.
-[mimes explosion]
--[laughing] Yeah,
good work, Frank.
Hey, go sit down.
I'll make you a drink.
-Oh, no thanks.
Really.
We're going out to dinner,
and liquor kind of spoils
my appetite.
-Well, it doesn't spoil mine.
-I've been dreaming of
Chinese food all day.
You know?
But Pauli's got his heart set
on linguine with clam sauce,
so I guess we're going to
have linguine with clam sauce.
-And what's for dessert?
You?
Take this.
-No thanks, really.
-I said take it!
-OK.
-Cheers.
Hey, that's some
rock you got there.
-Yeah.
-Must be costing Pauli a mint
to maintain a pro like you.
-It's not like that between
me and Pauli, Mr. Luca.
-Oh, come on, gorgeous.
You never made your living
staring at the ceiling?
-I hooked around, yeah,
but that-- that's not
what it's about
between me and Pauli.
-Oh really?
-Really.
-What's it about?
-Pauli doesn't walk around
like he's Mr. Cool, you know?
I mean, guys like that are
a dime a dozen in Vegas,
you know?
He's a-- he's a regular
guy, and I like him a lot.
A lot.
-True love, huh?
Well, you can tell
that to Santa Clause.
-Mr. Luca, please don't do that.
-Hey, I pay Pauli,
and Pauli pays you.
You are bought and paid for.
Boom.
Just like that.
-I think I better leave.
-Come on, baby.
You're the furniture.
So why don't you just do
what you do best, huh?
WOMAN: Mr. Luca,
I'm Pauli's girl!
You don't have to do this to me!
You can have anybody you want.
You're Ray Luca.
Stop it!
No!
-You know what
we're here for, Max.
You know the drill.
-My name is Abrams.
I'm a federal attorney.
I can offer you a safe
house, special protection,
a new identity for you and
your wife, if you want.
-You and I both know
why you ought to do it.
Because he's going to come back,
and he's going to kill you.
Especially since he's tried
once and screwed it up.
Manny can't help you.
You'll never get
out of Nevada alive.
You've got one shot left, Max.
Us.
-So you're saying
I could save myself
by rolling over and
giving you Ray Luca.
-That's what we want.
-And I've been a stand
up guy my whole life.
If I go out, I'll go
out a stand up guy.
I ain't going to change now.
I ain't ratting nobody out.
So why don't the both
of you go to hell?
-What happened, David?
-Goldman told us to go to hell.
-Oh, great.
Hey, listen, Mike.
We still got Cordo.
We got Holman.
-Give me a break, huh, Danny?
Hey, uh, what happened?
-Raped.
Beaten up.
-Jackie, I haven't told you
what it is yet. $1.00 bills.
She thought I was going to say--
-Ray!
Ray!
Where is he?
Where is he?
-Behind the curtain.
Behind the curtain!
-Are you happy about
your decision now?
-Who, Ray?
Who the hell knows?
Who cares?
Probably went to work.
MAN (ON TV): Everybody
watches the show,
and everybody knows
that it's $800.
Or you can hang
out for the door.
I'll show you what's
back of that curtain.
A brand new automobile!
[cheering]
-Where's he at?
Where?
Where's he at?
-How long ago did
he show up here?
-About five minutes ago.
We got a call from LVPD.
Waitress said he's after Luca.
-I can't imagine why.
-Yeah.
Mike?
-It's all right.
-Hi, Pauli.
-She's the only one
that ever treated
me decent my whole life.
That's all I had was her
and a couple of bucks.
He's got the whole world!
Why'd he have to take her?
-The guy's a little sick, Pauli.
-I thought he was my friend!
-You got nowhere to go, Pauli.
You've got nowhere to
go now except to me.
-What do you want to know?
-What's so funny, Pauli?
-I was just thinking about
what Manny Weisbord told Ray.
Cut out the street stuff.
No smacks, no whacks.
Leave it up to the mules.
The mules like Pauli Taglia.
Want to know what's funny?
Huh?
-Mm-hm.
-Ray can't keep the
blood off his hands.
He's got to be out
there, right on the edge.
-He killed Claymore, didn't he?
We need it on tape.
-Yeah, he killed Claymore.
He couldn't wait.
Twice in the head!
By that place where
they put the old signs.
-What about Howie Dressler?
The kid with the wife
in the iron lung.
-He hung him.
-What about Wes Connelly?
-I don't know about that.
-Marilyn Stewart.
She came to us when Luca
was milking her company.
-Yeah, her too.
-She was a friend of
the insurance guy.
Kehoe?
-What about Kehoe?
-He was some kind of
friend of yours, wasn't he?
-Yeah, he was some
kind of friend of mine.
-It was Luca?
-Yeah.
Luca threw him
through the glass.
Me too.
-Who else, Pauli?
Who else, Pauli?
[whispers]
-What?
What did you say?
What?
You scum!
You scum!
You bastard scum!
You bastard scum!
-David, David, come on!
Come on!
-He killed my father!
-You want to kill him?
Huh?
Do you want to
kill him and Luca?
Do you?
If you do, I'll help you
assassinate the son of a right
now.
You want to?
-No.
-You promised!
You promised!
-Settle down!
Shut up!
You want to do it, huh?
Huh, David?
You want to do it?
Because I don't think you do.
Just tell me.
-Mike.
Luca's lawyer just got
a temporary injunction.
He served it on the
gambling commission.
-He's had the black
booking lifted
until there's a full hearing.
He's back in at the casino.
-Enough for a warrant
know, Counselor?
-Yeah.
Yeah, we got enough.
-We'll take him
at the Lucky Star.
You sure you want to go?
-You can't stop me.
-Hey, boss.
-Hey, Frank.
How you doing?
-How's it feel to be back?
-All right.
Where's Pauli?
I've got to straighten
something out with him.
-Uh, last I saw him,
he was looking for you.
-Cordo?
-I ain't seen him.
-Well, anyone wants me now,
you know where I'll be.
-Rolling sevens at
the top of the heap.
-Yeah, yeah.
I'm meeting Bambi in the
restaurant. [inaudible] arrive,
you send them in to me.
No one else.
-OK.
-And Frank, find Pauli.
I've got to talk to him, OK?
-Ray, yeah, the boss is back.
And he's up in the
restaurant. [inaudible].
-You and your guys
cover all the exits.
Nobody gets in or gets out.
Let's go.
-I want silk sheets on his bed.
I want beluga caviar
in his refrigerator.
-And I want hot and
cold Dom Perignon
coming out both the faucets.
You got that?
-We got problems, Mr.--
-I'm on the phone.
-There are feds
crawling all over place.
-Feds?
-With rifles, automatic weapons.
-Stop them!
-Don't move.
[gunfire]
-Where is he?
Where is he, Frank?
Where is he, Frank?
-Upstairs.
-Come on.
-Hello?
Mrs. Jensen?
Hello.
Reservation?
What time?
10:00.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you very--
-Hey, Joey, how are you doing?
Hey, listen, give me the line
on, uh-- on the Lakers game.
Uh-huh.
-There's a Lieutenant
Torello outside.
He wants to know if
you wouldn't mind
being disturbed for a
moment's conversation.
-What?
-That's what he said.
-Sure, send him on in.
Joe, I'll talk to you later.
This ought to be
good for a laugh.
-Hello, Ray.
-Can I get you something, sir?
-Coffee.
Black.
-So where's the defensive line?
-They're around here.
Somewhere.
-What's this about?
-You.
You know, when you've chased
someone as long as I've chased
you, in the end, it really
comes down to two people.
You and me.
-I'm leaving.
-Stay here.
What are you coming in
here for, busting up
my dinner with
this lame routine?
And him, too.
I'm too tough, too smart, and
too fast for you wingtip bozos.
I'm back.
I'm on top.
You got nothing on me.
So get out of my place.
-What we've got is
about 5 foot 10,
200 pounds, a haircut that
came from outer space,
and a driver's license
that says Paul Taglia.
Put the cuffs on, Ray.
You're under arrest.
-No!
-Raymond Anthony Luca, you are
under arrest for the murder
of Special Agent Jack Claymore,
the murder of Samuel S.
Dressler, the murder of Marilyn
Ogden Stewart, the murder of--
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