Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 21 - Ground Zero - full transcript

ANNOUNCER: Last week
on "Crime Story."

-Mr. Luca please don't do that.

-Hey, I've paid 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.

-Hey, Mr. Luca.



[slap] Oh, I'm Pauli's girl.

You don't have to do this to me.

You can have anybody you want.

You're raping me.

Stop it!

[glass breaking]

-He's got the whole world.

Why'd he have to take her?

-I don't know.

The guy's a little sick, Pauli.

You've got no where to
go now except to me.

-Want to know what's funny, huh?

-Mhm.

-Ray can't keep the
blood off his hands.



He's got to be out
there right on the edge.

-We need it on tape.

-Yeah he killed Claymore.

He couldn't wait.

-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.

[music playing ]

-Stop him.

-Don't move.

[gunfire]

-Where is he?

Where is he, Frank?

Where is he, Frank?

-Upstairs.

-I'm too tough ,
too smart, and too

fast for you wing-tip 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!

[music playing]

JOEY: For what it's causing
the G to feed this guy,

you could pay off
the national debt.

Where's Mike?

-He's on mission of mercy.

It's all he does all day
long is pace around and eat.

-Joey, what else
are you going to do?

You're sunk underground 40
feet in a concrete vault.

-Yeah, Pauli's got his
own fallout shelter.

-I just had at a
horrible thought.

-What's that, Sarge?

-Khrushchev pushes the button.

We push the button.

A bazillion megatons come
down from the air-- total

destruction.

Everybody's wiped out, right?

The only one left to
repopulate the human race

is Pauli Tagilia-- the future
in the image of Pauli Taglia.

JOEY: Oi vey,
that's apocalyptic.

-Listen, are you sure
you want to do this?

-Yeah, well, I thought
about everything you said.

And Pauli's been
very loyal to me.

I love him.

And this is what I want to do.

-OK, Dawn.

You just be careful, all right?

-OK.

-One of these soldiers
will take you to Pauli.

Let her in.

It's been cleared.

-Is everybody happy?

-Yep.

-Oh, yeah.

-How about you, Borchek?

Nothing to worry about, huh?

-No, we got Taglia in a box.

Everything is secure, Mike.

-So that means that everything
is wrapped up and, uh, perfect

and that Luca's conviction is
a foregone conclusion, right?

-As long as nothing
happens to Taglia.

I think we're going
to convict Ray Luca .

-Oh, yeah?

-What's wrong, Mike?

-If Ray Luca knows that he
can't get to Paul Taglia,

you guys think Luca is just
going to sit back and relax

and wait to get electrocuted?

He's going to make a
move to save his life?

-Well, what kind of
moves could he make?

-I don't know.
But you're going to find out.

You and Walter take Holman.

Joey, I want you and
Danny to take Corto.

Stay on his people
like cheap perfume.

He's going to make
a move, Danny.

I know it.

I can feel it.

-Hello, Pauli.

-Baby.

-Oh.

-So good to see you.

How are you?

-Oh, I'm fine.

I'm just fine.

-You still having them dreams?

-I am going to be fine.

You know, they say
it takes a long time

to get over something
like that, you know?

And for a while, it
was just like you said.

Like I was furniture, you know?

But I will be fine.

-He's never going
to hurt you again.

Nobody's ever going to
ever hurt you again.

When I get through
it, nobodies never

going to hurt anybody again.

I promise you.

-The thought of this guy
Claymore, this federal agent,

duking himself into the
outfit drove him nuts.

He started yelling that nobody
could touch him-- not Torello,

not nobody-- that he owned
the whole town-- then

took out his .22-- the
one with the silencer.

Bam!

Shot Claymore in the back.

-Is the man who fired that
shot in this room right now?

-Are you kidding me?

-Answer my question.

-Yeah, he's here

-Point him out to us, please.

-That's him.

That's Ray Luca.

That's who shot Jack
Claymore in cold blood.

-He's lying.

He's lying!

-Bailiff, get over here.

-[inaudible].

The man's a Judas!

JUDGE: Order, I said.

-It's Torello.

He's been trying to
put me away for years.

-Come on, Ray.

-I've had it with him.

It's a sick vendetta.

Let me go.

JUDGE: [gavel]
Order in the court.

-Let me go!

-Order in this court.

Order in this court.

-All right, all right,
all right, let go.

All right.

I am all right.

Let me go.

JUDGE: I'll repeat my admonition
to you, ladies and gentlemen.

This is a trial for the
capital crime of murder.

You have been
sequestered because

of the inordinate
publicity trials

like this tend to receive.

As you return to your hotel
under the care of the marshals,

I order you once again
to refrain from reading

any newspapers,
listening to any radios,

or to view any
television program

dealing with this trial.

You will return tomorrow
morning at 9:00 AM.

-This court is in recess.

[interposing voices]

-Well, uh, you and Ray
Luca are friends, huh?

-Well, yeah, me and Ray
Luca used to hang together.

We used to hang
together and groove.

That's when he told me about all
the crimes that he committed.

That was before I started
my career as a singer.

-What kind of
crimes, Mr. Holman?

-Oh, some really bad crimes man.

He was into murder, uh,
rape, bombings, and, uh--

-Well, you and Ray Luca--
you're good friends?

-Well, kind of.

I mean I never had
business dealings with Ray

Luca on account
he's a communist.

You knew that, right?

-No, I didn't

-Yeah, besides being
a mad dog killer.

-A mad dog killer?

-Right.

-What was your-- what was
your involvement with him?

-Well, you see, Ray Luca
latched on to me, right?

Because he realize
I had the potential

to be the greatest
singer in the world.

You know?

There is a lot of
money there and kind of

gravitated toward that.

So I figured I'd let him
help me along to the top.

You know, I figured I'd
let him help my career.

-How long have you
known Ray Luca?

-Ah, well, I've known Ray
ever since I was a kid.

Look , hey, I've
got pictures here.

They're already autographed.

I'll be appearing at the
Lavender Lounge on Friday

night about midnight, OK?

Bring the wives, OK?

Yeah, look that's Frank Holman--
Holman with an A, right?

Hol-man.

All right?

OK.

Take some more pictures, babe?

-Sure.

-Hey, [inaudible]
Thanks, gentleman.

-Frank, another question.

-Frank, are you going to
be seeing Ray Luca again?

-Show business is my life.

[explosion]

[fire alarm]

[music playing ]

-Eh.

[laughs]

-Did you offer her piece of gum?

-No.

-Some candy, little girl?

-No.

-Here you go, Mike.

David.

Ray Luca's Palladium Barbecue.

-Looks like the hounds
are are moving in on Luca.

-Yeah, you got any ideas?

-No.

-Wait a minute.

Where were you earlier tonight?

-Very funny.

-All of a sudden this
cool dude's in town.

You remember him?

Charlie Riccio.

-Sure do.

Paragon Ballroom fire 1959.

As an arsonist, he's
considered high line.

But this is kind of crude.

Who do you have him with?

-Right here.

In town in the penthouse.

Never leaves except
Tuesday, Thursday,

Saturday nights at 9:30.

It pops this pro
on our love list.

-That's Natale Martino.

He's the top-shelf capo of
the Abruzzi family in LA.

-And what do you think?

West Coast wants a little
piece of Ray Luca's pie.

-Wait a minute, Danny.

-Is this Jerry McGannon?

-If it isn't him,
it's his brother.

-I remember him from
North Avenue in the '50s.

I knew his family well.

-Our hero of Western swing
and rockabilly, Frank Holman.

-You should have seen the
way the guy was playing

the press outside the courtroom.

-What's that?

-You should have seen the
way the guy was playing--

-No, no, no.
I mean, what's that.

-More Holman.

He's talking about Ed Sullivan.

Your show of shows.

And his old pal, Milton Burl.

[music playing ]

-Is this a move or what?

-This is the move that
Luca's been planning.

-You know, if our jury gets
a load of at that headline,

we're going to get a mistrial.

-Luca's trying to
taint the jury.

-Let's go.

[door knock]

-Come in.

-We're on our way there.

We'll meet you there.

[music playing ]

-Is everything all right here?

Do you notice anything
strange going on?

-No, it's been real quiet.

I am just trying to stay awake.

-Keep your nose
out of that book.

And stay on the ball.
Something might be happening.

You understand?

-Yes, sir.

MIKE: How long
have you been here?

DETECTIVE: About eight
and a half hours.

[interposing voices]

MIKE: All right, you tell
him to stay on the ball too,

you understand?

-Mike.

-God.

-I'm sorry, Mike.

There's no question about it.

Its jury tampering, clear cut.

-Which means Luca walks on a
mistrial on account of a move

he set up.

-Not if the judge
never hears about it.

-If Luca put Holman up
to it, then don't you

think that maybe Luca's lawyer
Steele knows about it too?

And if Steele is
not saying anything

it's because he's waiting until
our case-in-chief is finished.

And he's seen all our evidence.

Or better yet until there's
been a guilty verdict

and he sets the whole
thing aside, huh?

I guarantee you
Luca will walk then.

Is that what you want?

At least this way
the tampering comes

up now it's because I raised it.

I control the timing and the
manner of its presentation.

Maybe the judge will
let the trial continue.

At worst, we get a
new trial with a jury

that we keep in
jail if we have to.

The bottom line is we've
got to tell the judge.

-Thank you for your
candor Mr. Rojack.

You may return to the jury room.

Hello, gentlemen.

Any comments?

-Your Honor, obviously the
sanctity of the jury system

has been polluted by
Mr. Rojack's exposure

to this slander.

And I feel that under
the circumstances--

-Your Honor, I brought this
matter to your attention

precisely to preserve the
sanctity of the jury system.

Since Mr. Rojack has indicated
that he can continue to fulfill

his duty as an
impartial juror, I

say we must go forward
and try this case.

Ray Luca is a major crime boss.

-Your Honor, I object
to the prosecution's

use of inflammatory language.

-Mr. Luca is responsible for
the entire newspaper incident.

-Once again, my colleague
seems to be engaging in flights

of fancy at a moment when
the reasoned pursuit of truth

would seem more appropriate.

-Since when have you been
interested in truth, Steele?

-I said that's enough.

I've made my
decision, gentlemen.

I therefore must
declare a mistrial.

You are hereby dismissed.

-Pipe down a second.

Quiet down.

-Your Honor-- Your Honor, since
Mr. Luca is not only a family

man, but one of Nevada's
leading businessmen.

We are asking that bond
be set at this time

so that he may be free
pending new trial.

-Your Honor, the
defendant is not only

facing racketeering
charges before this court.

The prosecution
intends to file murder

charges in the
State of Illinois.

Ray Luca is clearly a
threat to this community

and must be kept off the street.

-The charge is completely
unsupported by evidence,

Your Honor.

My client has never been
convicted of a misdemeanor.

It'd be a grave miscarriage of
justice and cruel and unusual

punishment to make
him languish in jail.

After all, according to
the calendar this court,

a new trial could take months.

-Well, from the
evidence I've heard,

I believe that Mr.
Raymond Anthony

Luca is a menace to society.

And as reluctant
as I am to do so,

I am compelled to grant Mr.
Steele his motion for bond

because Mr. Raymond
Anthony Luca has

never been convicted
of a felony.

Bail is set for $750,000.

-Your Honor.

-[gavel].

-Arrange for bail immediately.

-You did what you had to do.

It was my fault.

I hope you forgive me.

-Come on.

Come on.

-Hey, Ray.

-Good job, Frank.

-Hey, Ray, how do you feel?

Ray?

-Hey, Nat.

-Ray, how are you?

-OK, not bad.

How about yourself?

-OK, how you doing?
-All right.

-Looking good.

-You too.

Hey, you know Steve Corto?
Kansas City?

-Steve, how are you?
-Sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

-So how is your case coming?

-OK, no complaints.

-There's a retrial.

-The date's not set yet.

It'll be a couple of months.

-How do you think you'll do?

-I think I'll come out rolling
sevens at the top of the heap.

-What about Taglia?

-Well, a lot can change
in a couple of months.

-I hope so, Ray, because for
you I want nothing but the best.

-Nothing but the best.

-Hey, did you hear that, Steve?

-Very nice.

So what can I do for you guys?

You want to get lucky with
a couple of girls, huh?

-Maybe some other time.

-Some clubbing?

Hit the casinos?

You name it.

-Look, I didn't come
out here for that.

-Yeah?

What did you come down here for?

-I came down here
to help you out.

-You want to help me out.

Is that why you torched
one of my joints?

-Look, let's be
realistic here, eh?

You're up on murder charges.

You're going to go away
for a while, right?

So I am going to make
you an offer here.

I'll take care of your
family and your business

and watch out for
everything until you

get out you understand.

-So far.

-So I don't want any broads.

I don't want to go to
the casinos with you.

And I don't want your booze.

What I want is 50% of
your action here in Vegas.

-What are you high on?

You think you can come
in here and muscle me?

-Hey, we're going to move in.

-All right, take it easy.

-How many times a day
you get smacked up, huh?

-Look, no reason
to make enemies.

-I don't make enemies.

I bury my enemies.

-Ray, cool it.

If you represent someone,
you better let us know, fast.

Goodbye.

-All right, let's go.

Come on.

-Nobody takes what's mine, Ned.

Nobody.

-Let's go.

RAY: I'll kill you and
anything you bring near me.

-Ray, look, good luck
with everything, huh?

-Listen to this guy talking.

[music playing ]

-Drop that knife, or I'll put
your brains all over the booth.

-[sighs]

-How you doing, Jerry?

Long time, no see.

-I can't believe it.

What the hell are
you doing here, Mike?

-Well, I'm a fugitive
from Chicago.

How about you?

What are you doing
here in Vegas?

-Trying to keep my
head above water.

Make a buck.

-Black coffee, please.

-How are your mother and father?

-Oh, just great.

Couldn't be better.

-How about your cousin, Bobby?

How's he?

-You're not going
to believe this.

Bobby has straightened
himself out.

And now he's going
to law school.

Can you believe that?

-No.

No, I don't.

-It's funny how some
people turn out, huh?

-What are doing working
for Natale Martino?

-Believe me Mike.

It's nothing serious.

I just babysit his car for him.

And I drive him
around once in while.

I don't even carry a piece.

-I'm not accusing you
of anything, Jerry.

I just need whatever
information you have.

What's he doing here in Vegas?

-I have been with
him for a year.

I just drive.

When he talks to his guy,
Riccio, I turn on the radio

because I don't know
want to know nothing.

-I understand.

Who is he seeing?

-Nobody.

The guy just stays up in
his penthouse all the time.

The guy don't go out.

He sends me out on errands.

I get him pizza, booze, his
newspaper-- anything he wants.

The only guy he lives
in his suite is Riccio.

There is one thing he
does on a regular basis,

just like clockwork.

-Yeah?

-Every, Tuesday,
Thursday, and Saturday

I take him to this
motel at 9:30 sharp.

He's in there an hour.

He comes out.

We go right back to his rooms.

-A brothel.

-I hope so.

-That's it?

That's it, Jerry?

-OK, there's something
going on with this guy

Luca-- maybe a war or something.

I don't know.

-From here on in, I
want you to listen

with your ears wide open.

JERRY: Mike.

-Now, listen, Jerry.

No wire.

No danger.

Just do your job as
you would normally.

Only keep the radio off
when you're driving.

OK?

I'll give you a phone
number where you can call me

day or night and
get a hold of me.

Don't look so glum.

I'm going to buy your breakfast.

-It was good to see you, Mike.

-I'm getting information
that Natale Martino

is flexing his
muscles with Luca.

We are going to turn that
around and make it work for us.

-How are we going
to pull that off?

-By playing Luca against
Martino and vice versa.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): Welcome
to the new SuperCloud

for the longest legged
show girls in Vegas.

The only crap game in
town that really floats

in our Olympic-sized pool
from where you will also

have Las Vegas's finest
view for this Friday's

A-bomb test in
nearby Yucca Flats.

-Why does anyone
want to look at that?

-How do I know?

[gunfire]

-You OK?

-Yeah.

That lousy punk.

-Luca?

-Who else.

-You're missing the point.

-No, you're missing the point.

This jerk almost had me killed.

-Just keep your voice down.

-Who the hell is going
to hear us up here?

-You're overreacting, Nat.

-Don't tell me what I'm doing.

-You remember one thing.

You need me.

I don't need you.

-After all these years, Nat.

Don't force my hand on this one.

-I'm bringing my men in
here, and that's that.

I'm not going to sit around
and let this guy hit me again.

-You can destroy everything
that we have been working for.

And I'm not going to be
able to protect you, Nat.

-I can't believe
you're telling me this.

After all the jobs
I did for you.

Well, look, I want
a free hand in this.

And I don't want
you interfering.

You understand me?

But not you or anybody is
going to stand in my way.

You understand?

-I've got people in
the Justice Department

that I've got to report to.

-I don't care.

The war is on.

[music playing ]

-Hey, why don't you
take the lucky star.

I've had your suite
ready for days.

-A long time ago when all
this was just cactus and weeds

and a bus stop for GIs, there
was another man much like you.

And he was just like a brother
to me-- a younger brother.

And just like you, Ray, he
had the gift of foresight.

He could look at sand and
see casinos and hotels.

And he made the tan earth
green with fairways.

He brought in chorus
girls from France.

And he put on
spectacular productions.

He was a genius.

And he made us rich.

-And I made you richer, Manny.

-No, you didn't.

But hear me out.

The same man who just
like a brother to me.

He made a big mistake.

He broke the rules.

And when he did, I was
the closest to him.

I was the first one
to say kill him.

It killed a part of me to do it.

But I did it.

He knew.

And you knew.

-I knew what, Manny?

-You don't rape the
girlfriend of your most

trusted lieutenant.

And you don't covet the
wife of your best friend.

And when she turns you away, you
don't try to kill the husband,

a man whose like a son
to the Max Goldman.

If that explosion
had taken his life,

you would be a dead man now.

You believe that, Ray?

-I believe it, Manny.

-You believe if he had
asked it, you would be dead?

-Yes.

-Why I don't kill you
now, I don't know.

I must be getting sentimental.

I gave you all this
out there to manage.

But I see you're no manager.

Natale Martino is
your new partner.

He will manage half of
everything in Vegas.

And this war that you
declared will stop now.

Pauli has deserted you.

You have lost Max.

And you are an angel's
breath away from losing me.

You hear me, Ray?

[dialing]

[phone ringing]

MIKE (ON PHONE): Hello.

-Yeah, Mike.

You all right?

MIKE (ON PHONE): Yeah, yeah.

I'm all right.

How you doing?

What's up, Jerry?

-The news are bad.

You tell me.

Some heavyweight came
in through Miami,

put a stop to the whole thing.

The war's over
before it started.

Martino now gets
50% of the action.

Mike?

Mike, you there?

-Yeah, yeah, listen,
thanks, Jerry.

If you hear anything
more, call me.

All right?

-No sweat.

You got it.

-You got a big mouth.

You know that?

Pretending to make
that phone call.

The only question now is
what your body is going

to look like when they find you.

You got something to say to me?

(ANGRILY) You got
something to say to me?

I'm going to do you a favor.

When they find you, you're not
going to be completely naked.

I'm going to give you
something to wear.

We call this a Sicilian necktie.

-He was a good kid.

Not an informant, really,
not someone you lean on.

This wasn't supposed
to happen like this.

-Come on, Mike.

There's no way you
would know Martino

would do something like this.

-Martino, Luca,
what's the difference?

Different name, different
face-- that's all, Danny.

Two years of Ray Luca-- now we
have to put up with Martino.

-We're making moves, Mike.

We're making progress.

-What moves, Wally?

From the beginning,
I always thought

we should be doing
this different.

Just figured out that
I'm a lousy copper.

But I'm a pretty good
dispenser of justice.

I've had it with Natale Martino.

I'm going after him.

-What about Martino?

-We're going to grab him.

-You're not going
to grab Martino.

-Why not?

-Because he belongs to us.

And he has for the
past eight years.

-Why the hell didn't
you let us know?

-Because you didn't
need to know.

-Are you telling us
this piece of trash

is a government informant?

Oh, that's great.

What kind of a deal
did you make with him?

He gives you a couple
of mail fraud cases.

And you give him
a license to kill

and line his pockets
with impunity?

-No.
-No?

-No.

-Well, let's go pinch him
for the McNeely murder.

Come on.

-We're not going to throw
an eight-year investigation

down the drain and a shot
to get at Manny Weisbord

for some low-life, low-level
informer like McNeely

or because one cop's got an
obsession about Ray Luca.

-Let me tell you something.

I wear my obsession
for Ray Luca.

I get up in the
morning and I put it

on like I put on my
suit, my tie, and my .45.

Now, we're going to go
dispense some justice.

You want to try and stop us?

Huh?

[music playing ]

-Baby, that's a nice dress.

-Do you like what's inside?

-Yeah.

Sit down.

Have a drink.

-Sure.

-Hey, Bonnie, can
we get a bourbon?

-Don't I know you?

-Sure.

Of course I know you.

I'm Frank Holman.

I'm the greatest
singer in the world.

Yeah, I'm 165 pounds of romp
and stomp and dixie-fried sex.

I just did that
last song for you.

-No, no.

That's not it.

I've seen you somewhere before.

Your picture-- god,
it's on my wall at work.

-Yeah, where do you work at?

Some big talent agency?

-Mm-mm.

-You work for a "Billboard
Magazine," right?

You're a cash box.

-Mm-mm.

-Uh, "Variety Magazine"?

-Mm-mm.

The Department of Justice.

I'm just one of the
girls in the typing pool.

I've seen your file with
your picture all these weeks

and I always thought
you were pretty cute.

And I sort of fell in love.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Well, so-- so you
work for the G?

-Mhm.

-Do you know a guy
named Mike Torello?

-Just down the hall.

-Yeah, I-- I bet you get to
see all them confidential files

and stuff like on the
Casino people out here.

-Mhm.

-All that confidential
stuff, right?

-Mhm.

-You know, baby, I-- I'd
really get a kick out

of seeing some of that--
some of them files.

-Yeah, I typed most
of them myself.

Is there anything else
you'd like to see?

And do you really have a tattoo
with a bumblebee on your thigh.

-Yeah, I do.

-I hate this place.

I hate everything about it.

I can't stand this place.

-Pauli, honey, please.

Come one, honey, calm down.

Pauli, baby, I brought you cake.

-I got nothing left.

I got no life.

I saved for them bums.

And I got nothing left.

It's all down the toilet.

And Ray Luca was my best friend.

-For god sakes, Pauli,
your best friend raped me.

Pauli, come on.

Baby.

-So you say.

-What?

-What'd you put on a
little show for him, huh?

-Pauli.

That's a lie, Pauli.

-What'd you flash
the goods, huh?

Huh?

-Pauli!

Stop it!
-Get him all heated up.

-It's not true.

-Tell me the truth!

Tell me!

-Oh!

-Tell me!

-Oh!

Pauli!

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Are you happy now?

Are you happy?

Even though you know it's a lie?

You know it's a lie.

What do you think?

Their going to let you go?

They're not going to let you go.

-There's no more trial.

I can leave any time I want.

-Back to-- back to Ray.

You're going to go-- just go
running right back to Ray, huh?

What do you think?

He's going to kill you
as soon as he sees you.

Yes, he will.

-No, he told me at the trial.

-Yes, he will.

-He understood that I had
to do whatever I had to do.

-You believe that?

I can't believe you.

I can't believe
you believe that.

-It's better than living this
way because I can't stand it.

It's better that he killed me.

I can't stand what's
going on in my head.

-Look at you.

-Shh.

I could lose my job for this.

For you, Frank.

-Pauli.

That's great.

It's a good picture of me, huh?

-It's terrible.

-Oh, baby, this is great.

-Hiya, handsome.

-Did he buy it?

-He didn't.

I'll go back to
work in the strip.

-Ah, that's great.

-Oh, forget it.

It was a freebie.

I didn't have to act.

Besides, I kind
of go for the guy.

-Mama mia, you've
got to be kidding me.

-Did you read this file?

-Ray, maybe it's a dummy file.

-It's not the dummy file.

Martino's an
informant for the FBI.

And he has been for 15 years.

-Ray, after we show
it to Manny, I'm

sure he'll cancel the
whole Martino deal.

And then we can discuss
canceling Martino.

-No, I'm going to take
Martino and visit myself.

-Ray, we have to
show it to Manny.

-I'll show it to Manny
along with Martino's head.

-Hey, hey, stop with
the hollering, will you?

The kids are sleeping.

And I'm trying to
watch "Bonanza."

-Do me a favor.

Go back inside and watch little
Joe ride his horse, all right?

-I mean, what is this?

A man's club?

And you better not
leave no mess, you know?

-I said don't bother me, OK?

-You-- you know?

-Martino's a dead man.

Only he doesn't know it yet.

[music playing ]

-There's Martino's car--
just like clockwork.

-Where is he?

I don't know.

Maybe he's at home
at the palace.

-I said, where is he?

-He's in room five.

-Don't lie to me Louie.

-He's in room five.

-Vito, keep an eye on him.

[music playing ]

-Ray!

You move and I'll kill you.

[gunshots]

[screaming]

This is your 50%, Nat.

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[car horns]

[screams]

[crash]

[crash]

[explosion]

[screaming]

[crash]

[gunfire]

[scream]

[gunfire]

-Come on, Ray.

-I can't.

-Come on, Ray.

[groaning]

[gunfire]

-Come on.

Come on.

-[groaning] Finish me off Wally.

Don't let Torello get me.

[gunfire]

-Get in.

[gunfire]

-Boss, you're hurt bad.

-All right, help me up.

Come on.

Help me up.

-Oh.

-Easy, boss, easy.

-Oh.

-Can you stand?

-Yeah.

-Huh?

Let me cover you with this coat.

-OK.

-Hold on.

Hold on.

Boss, I did the best I can.

But god--

-What is this?

Huh?

-Oh, I got to sit down.

Sit in the chair.

-Oh.

Oh.

Where are we Pauli?

-Where do you think, huh boss?

I found this place
out in the desert.

You've got a refrigerator
full of food, fresh water,

and the best part
about it, boss--

you're 40 miles
from nowhere here.

When I escaped from
the Air Force joint,

this is where I came in here.

-What are these?

Friends of yours, huh?

-I don't know what they are.

I think they left them there
in case you get lonely.

Look at this.

-Pauli.

-What?

-Look at that.

You see that, Pauli?

Oh, come on.

You're one of a kind.

You know that?

-I didn't know, boss.

-Open the door.
Get me out of here.

Come on.

Let's go.

Open the door.

I got it.

Open the door.

Get me out of here.

-I'll get us out of here, boss.

Don't worry.

-First you get me arrested.

Then you get me shot at.

You're unbelievable, Pauli.

-I'm sorry, boss.

I'm just trying to
do the best I can.

-Just shut up and drive now.

-Do you see any planes?

-There aren't any
planes around here.

- You see anything?

[explosion]

[music playing ]