Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 7 - Pursuit of a Wanted Felon - full transcript

NARRATOR: Last time
on "Crime Story."

-Listen, you want me to make
you some lunch or something?

Kehoe told me about a
place in New Buffalo.

Julie, look at me.

I'm-- I'm struggling to
try to make a date here.

Go away for a long weekend.

What do you say?

NARRATOR: This week
on "Crime Story."

-This place looks great.

We're gonna have the
time of our lives here.

I can tell.



-It sure does.

But do you think
we can afford it?

-Ted Kehoe said that
the place is terrific.

Besides, who cares
about money anyway?

I owe you this vacation.

-It's great to have you
staying with us again.

Now don't forget that there's
a continental breakfast

available every morning
before 10 o'clock.

So let us know if you need that.

OK?

204 overlooks the golf course.

That's wonderfully magnificent.

So have a lovely stay.

-Great.



-Ah, Mr. Nicholas.

Your room is available.

Andre?

Here you go.

Enjoy your stay.

-Do I look like a
mannequin standing here?

-I'm sorry.

Have you a reservation?

-Right, yeah.

Torello.

-Torello?

-Mm-hm.

-Um, your name is
not on the registry.

-Well, there must
be some mistake.

I made the reservation myself.

-You know, you're probably
at the wrong hotel.

The Savoy is--

-I'm not at the wrong hotel.

I'm in the right hotel.

Now, please, check your
reservations list again.

-I'm sorry.

There's no mistake, and
I'm afraid we're simply not

able to accommodate
you at this time.

-Come here.

My wife and I are here
to have a nice vacation.

-Yes, sir.

-Now, either you
accommodate us, or I'm

gonna knock you into
middle of next Wednesday.

-I'll see what we can do.

-Good.

See?

-Um, yes.

We do have a room here.

Let's get you registered
Mr and Mrs Torello.

-Right.

[music del shannon, "runaway"]

-I don't believe this.

-Mm-hm.

-Close the cage on
the way out, will you?

-Let's make the
most of this, OK?

-Yeah, right.

Well, Julie, I take you away
for a weekend in the country,

and we wind up with a view of
the yard at Cook County Jail.

Nice.

Very nice.

But you're right.

You unpack.

I'll put the beds together.

Yeah, this is Michael Torello.

I'm calling from my jail cell.

Where's my full size bed?

What do you mean how
long have I been married?

What difference does it make
how long I've been married?

You can't get a full-sized
bed through the door?

OK.

OK, all right, Tom.

-Can't beat 'em, join 'em.

-It's like being in Statesville.

-Michael?

Michael?

-Hm?

-Wake up.

-Hm?

-People are looking.

-Ah, just trying
to get some sun.

-You better be careful or
you're gonna get burned.

-Yeah.

I think I'll go test the waters.

Ah.

-You go swimming in there
and I'll have you for dinner!

Thermostat troubles.

Didn't they tell you
at the front desk?

-No, they didn't.

With a few other things
they didn't tell me about.

-Been this way since '55.

-Oh.

Oh.

-Why don't you get
a drink, Michael?

-Yeah.

Excuse me, can I-- can
I have a drink, please?

Can I get a drink?

Excuse me, can I get a drink.

Come here!

-That was real nice.

Really have a lot
of couth, Michael.

-What did I do?

Julie, what's wrong?

What did I do?

-If you're not gonna sleep,
why don't you watch some TV?

-What?

-Why don't you watch some TV?

You're keeping me awake.

-I can't take this anymore.

-Neither can I. What now?

-My whole ribcage is
coming loose here.

-Come on.

Climb in with me.

-Julie, are you sleeping?

-Mm-hm.

Night, Mike.

-Yeah, Danny, what's up?

DANNY (ON PHONE): The feds have
a solid lead on Frank Holman.

He's in Toledo.

-Well, good for the feds.

I'm here with Julie
to have a good time.

And no Frank Holman or anyone
else is gonna screw it up.

DANNY (ON PHONE): You
having a good time?

-Yes, terrific.

Goodbye!

-Mr. Torello, I have
your shirt here for you.

-Oh, great.

Thanks.

-Shall I bill your room?

-No, no.
I'll pay for it here.

What do I owe you?

-$28.

-Keep it.

-I ordered bacon and eggs.

-No, you didn't.

-You're right.

You're absolutely right.

I ordered oatmeal,
because I hate oatmeal,

and I enjoy eating glue.

Leave it.

It'll probably take you
another half an hour

to bring something else.

-Will you stop it?

-Will I stop it?

How about the goofs
that run this joint?

-That's right.

They're goofs.

They're stupid.

They're incompetent.

They don't do their
jobs, and they

have the audacity to
be arrogant about it.

And I want you to stop it.

You're making this miserable!

You think I like this place?

I hate this place.

I hate this place!

I hate this weekend!

And I hate this life!

-Good!

Fine!

Because this vacation is over.

I'm gonna go pay the bank
robbers that run the joint,

and I'm outta here.

Because I'm going
to Toledo, Ohio.

-Good!

-What are you looking
at, you old goat?

-(WHISPERING) I just--
I can't even believe it.

-All right, man. this is it.

Get the gas guns ready.

Look, Mullen.

My lieutenant's gonna be
here in less than an hour.

Why don't you hold off and we
can coordinate this fiasco?

-I am not gonna tell you again.

Stay out of my way, Krychek.

This is my operation.

You have no jurisdiction here.

Now, if you interfere,
I'll have you arrested!

All right.

Move the spotlights up.

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE):
This is the FBI!

The building is surrounded
by agents of the FBI.

Holman, come out with your
hands above your head!

-What is it, Ralph?

What's happening?

-Uh, it's some friends
of mine with a very

sick sense of humor.

Look, baby, I gotta
get outta here.

-Well, why don't
you invite them in?

-Look, go out in
the hall, all right?

-But I'm cooking.

-Look, babe, I got a
big problem on my hands.

Just do it, all right?

-Well, what am I supposed
to do in the hall?

-Just see if there's
anybody out there.

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE):
Give it up, Holman.

We have a warrant
for your arrest

as a fugitive from justice.

-Yeah, big practical jokers.

Say, what is this?

-It's one of those old lifts.

It goes down into the basement.

-Great.

All right, look.

You give me 30
seconds, all right?

And then go out into
the hallway and tell

my friends that I said "hi."

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE): You
can do this the easy way

or the hard way.

You have no chance to escape.

-How long am I supposed
to stand in the hall?

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE):
Give yourself up.

Come out with your hands up now!

-You got all your
lights on, baby,

but there ain't nobody home.

-Why you getting in there?

-I'm gonna go out and
get us a six pack.

-Can we both fit in?

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE): Come out
the front door with your hands

above your head.

-Hallway.

MAN (ON MEGAPHONE):
All right, Holman.

Your time is up.

All personnel, move in.

All personnel move in now!

-I'll get somebody right on it.

By this even if we can.

OK.

Look, let me get back to you.

Yeah.

We have every
available man covering

the highways, airports,
bus terminals.

We'll have him by morning.

-He got away.

-He got away.

-How long have you
had this information?

-A couple of days.

-Did you ever think
about notifying me?

-I received permission from
our SAC to travel to Toledo

and affect the arrest.

-Where'd you get your
information from?

-It's confidential.

-Confidential?

-Yeah.

-Don't play Junior
G-Man with me.

OK, Mullen?

-The information came
from the Toledo office.

I was the case agent
along with Jack Macintosh.

He was tied up.

I moved ahead.

-That information
originated from my office.

-How could he have
gotten by you, Andy?

Your men have all
the exits covered?

-Because by the time he made his
move, Holman and the whole town

knew he was on the job.

-What do you mean
by that, Torello?

-It means that you like
moving with a task force.

You never even laid your
eyes on Frank Holman.

Did you notify Pat or call me?

No.

You went ahead and
made your move,

so you could look like J
Edgar Hoover's golden boy.

-Let me tell you
something, Torello.

This "golden boy" wouldn't let
Holman escape once he had him.

You Chicago cops can't
even hold onto your man!

-All right.

That's enough!

We're trying to work together.

-You blew it, Mullen,
because you wanted

to get your picture
in the paper!

Danny did the best he could.

They threatened to pinch him.

Do you believe this?

They had him, and they lost him.

-What the hell's he
doing in Toledo anyway?

-I dunno.

But I'll tell you this much.

It's pretty close
to Cleveland, where

Luca's friends went up in smoke.

-Any make on his car, though?

-No.

-They didn't have enough
brains to look for his car.

And I didn't get
there in time so--

-All right.

Here's what I want.

I want everybody
working on Holman.

Whatever it takes.

He's our only link to Luca.

If the FBI can find
him, we can find him.

-All right.

I'll coordinate with Toledo.

Joey, cover telephone security.

Get the girl's number
where Holman was staying

and see if Taglia
called him, OK?

Walter, you and Nate, recheck
all of Holman's files.

You know, see if you
can find any reason

why Holman would
land to Toledo, OK?

Hey, Mike.

-Mm-hm?

-We've got this covered, Mike.

Why don't you get some rest?

-Yeah.

Julie doesn't even know
I'm back from Toledo.

-You'd better call
David Abrams first.

He's gotta talk to you.

It's urgent.

-By the way, how
was your vacation?

-Don't ask!

-When are we gonna catch a
break with this Holman and Luca?

-You make your breaks, Danny.

We gotta make it happen.

-OK, come on.

Let's go.

-The lights are low.

The music is right.

The drinks are
cool, and I've got

this irrepressible urge to--

-Right now?

-Right here.

-You like holding
court, don't you?

-What do you like, Suzanne?

-Honesty.

-What kind of honesty?

-The kind of honesty when a
man has one motive for taking

a woman out for
dinner and champagne.

-I only got one motive-- you.

-That's my kind of honesty.

-Tell me.

What would an honest
woman, like you,

honestly like to do
with the evening?

-Get some cheap
takeout, stay home,

and satisfy what's
on both of our minds.

-I'll be ready in a second.

-Can I leave?

-Shut up!

-Sit down.

-What the hell is he doing here?

-I thought you-- you were
supposed to be in Toledo.

-What the hell's going on?

Where you think you're going?

-Out.

It's over, Michael.

I want out.

-For him?

-He's got nothing to do with it.

It's us.

We're wrong.

We walk around with
our heads in the clouds

like everything's OK.

Well, it's not.

And you know it.

It's over, Michael.

-You're gonna kill me?

-You shouldn't go out
on dates with my wife.

You can sit on my
sofa, but you-- you

are not gonna watch my TV.

-Michael!

-Yeah, move that money
over to short term.

And hold back the
paperwork till it's due.

We make 3K on this float, which
covers my overhead for a week.

Listen, I gotta go.

Yeah.

Yeah, maximizing
dollars is efficiency,

not getting work done early.

Yeah, right.

Bye.

Business school teaches
people anything.

Michael, what's up?

-Got a drink for me?

-Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

Come on in.

-I need a place to stay
for a while, Teddy.

Do you mind?

-No.

No, not at all.

What happened?

-Julie.

-How bad?

-Real bad.

We're busting up.

-Wanna talk about it?

-No.

-Listen to me, Michael.

Why don't you come
and work for me, huh?

Listen, I'm opening my
own agency, all right?

I'm handling pension
funds and everything.

I'll let you write
your own ticket, huh?

-I really don't
feel like talking

about pension funds, Ted.

-All right.

What do you wanna talk about?

Julie?

-No.

-No?

No?

You know what?

I do.

Kills me.

I see two people who I
care about more than all

the other jerks in this
city, who love each other,

are decent human
beings, and still

manage to miss each other.

Any chance of you guys
pulling it together?

-I don't think so.

I really do love her, but
I really screwed it up.

-No, no, no.

No, it takes two people
to make a marriage

and two to break a marriage.

I dunno.

Maybe you two are
just too much alike.

-Maybe, maybe not.

-Yeah, well, whatever.

Right or wrong, you
got me standing by you.

OK?

Mi casa es su casa.

My house is your house.

You wanna talk, get drunk,
be alone-- whatever.

I'm here.

-You remember we were
in Korea, fighting

for that watering
hole at Santung?

You remember that?

-Yeah.

-There was little guy
who lived in a tiny hut.

Every time we went through,
his hut got leveled.

He'd build it up again.

Then the Koreans
would push us back.

His home would
get leveled again,

and he'd build it
right back up again.

Back and forth, back forth.

He built that home up as fast
as the war would knock it down.

Why do you suppose he did that?

-How the hell do I know?

Why did he?

-I dunno either.

That's all I've been
thinking about lately.

Why'd he do it?

MAN: Is there anyone
in your life right now?

WOMAN: No.

MAN: Good.

That's good.

-Does that mean we
should start considering

to think about each other?

-Yeah.

Right.

OK, all right.

Thanks a lot, Jack, really.

OK.

Thanks, bye bye.

Mike, listen to this.

First of all, I ran into
a Southside informant

friend of mine, a book maker.

He's sporting a nice $300
suit, and he tells me

one guy is covering
all the action.

Two, I just got off the
phone with a friend of mine

at Clark County Sheriff's
office, who tells me

all the big money
is suddenly moving

through the Palladium
Casino, right?

Three, guess whose sports book
works out of the Palladium.

Mike, hey, Mike.

What do I gotta do?

Stand on my head?

Put it together.

Luca's sports book
is off the ground.

He's operating.

-Yeah.

-Well, uh, think about it, OK?

-Hello?

MICHAEL TORELLO
(ON PHONE): Inger?

-Mm-hm?

-It's Mike, uh,
Lieutenant Torello.

-Hi.

MICHAEL TORELLO (ON
PHONE): How are you?

-I'm terrific.

it's sweet of you
to think of me.

MICHAEL TORELLO (ON PHONE): How
are things with your boyfriend?

-Well, that's another story.

But it's such a beautiful day.

I don't really wanna
think about that.

How are you?

-I'm-- I'm fine, thanks.

I-- I just called to let you
know if there's anything you

need or anything I can do
for you, I'm-- I'm here.

Just give me a call.

-Michael?

MICHAEL TORELLO
(ON PHONE): Yeah.

-I'm really glad you called.

I'd better get going for work.

Will you call again?

-Yeah, sure.

Uh, it's like I said.

If you need anything or I can
do anything, just call, OK?

-OK, bye bye.

-Bye.

-This is 80
Beryllium temp steel.

-What were you expecting?

Papier mache?

What's the best way to pop it?

-We can beat on
this box for a week,

and the only thing we're gonna
do is rattle our bones loose.

-There's gotta be
a way to open it.

-What are we going at?

-Ice and bread.

-How much money?

-Could be up at 200 G's.

-Hey, Mac.

-Hey, Ray.

-What's up, Boss?

-What's this?

-A mop where we get fat.

-Yeah?

Whose score is it?

-Mine.

What?

We're gonna make a bundle here.

-Anyone else know about it?

-Nobody.

-Is it good information?

-Solid.

Local fence, buys scores
out of New York and Miami.

Guy doesn't deal
with Chicago thieves.

The cops don't even
know this guy exists.

And what's golden can't
beef if it gets made.

Why?

We're stealing stolen property.

-This is five inches of steel.

Yeah, and one inch of copper.

-What?

The burning bar?

-Ah, I say punch it
and pick it open.

It's gonna take
special equipment.

If we do it, you come along.

-Good.

It's about time.

Get to work some
of the slick off.

-Uh, listen, guys.

Do me a favor, all right?

-Yeah.

-Let's keep a lid on this.

I don't want anybody
else knowing.

-What about Weisbord?

-Manny's fine.

-Bartoli?

-Yeah, come on.

We gotta go pick him up.

He wants to go buy a new car
with his hard-earned cash.

Pauli, look this thing over.

See what else you come
up with, all right?

-I'll see what I can do.
-Take care.

See you later, Pauli.

-See you later, Paul.

-Ain't this a beaut?

Manny says our sports
book is pumping out a ton.

Maybe I'll buy all of them.

Hey, hey, yo!

I got cash here.

Come on.

-Hey, Phil.

Maybe we should be looking
to get into other things.

-Right now, I wanna
get into this.

-Let me get it for you.

-What other things?

-Like cleaning our cash
through legitimate businesses.

And how about junk?

-Are you kidding?

Cops would be livid with us.

-Come on, Phil.

It's the big money.

-Top of the line.

8 way power leather
seats, climate control,

air, full blown V8.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna buy it.

I'm gonna buy it.

Let's go deal.

Come on.

-You know why he
doesn't like junk?

-Yeah.

'Cause the feds'll be on
your back all the time.

-No, that's why Manny
would say no to junk.

When has the heat
ever bothered Bartoli?

If he's got errand boys pulling
down a million plus a year,

who's he gonna order to gas up
his rig or go for sandwiches?

-Either way, he ain't
getting into it.

-Yeah, not this--

-Oh right!

Ah.

Hey, listen to that.

That's hi-fi on wheels.

I love the smell of a new car.

I love the smell
of that leather.

Feel this.

It's like a baby's behind.

-Yeah, it feels great, Phil.

-I could make love in this car.

-Yeah, look, Phil, can we talk?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What else?

-Uh, Manny's
thinking of expanding

our business holdings in Vegas.

He's talking hotel, casinos.

-Well, he owned the first one.

He Practically started
the whole place.

What's he need more for?

-Expansion, Phil.

He thinks this new
707 jet airplane's

gonna make things
boom bigger than ever.

He's taking another one on the
strip, two, three downtown.

All you guys gotta do is make
sure the financing gets there.

And the split on the sports
book will apply to the hotels.

-Yeah, but who-- uh,
who-- who owns it?

Who's gonna be the owner?

-Legit companies, Phil.

Offshore banking, legal loans--
what's the difference, huh?

Let Manny handle that.

It'll get done.

And besides, it'll take 20 years
and all the auditors at the IRS

to figure out who's owning
what and where's the money.

-You're talking
about a lot of money,

talking about millions,
maybe 20 or 30.

-The money's there, Phil.

You're talking about the biggest
pension plan in America-- the

Midwest Employees
Union, and all we

gotta do is be able to
take one of our boys,

put him on the board of trustees
to get the majority, and boom.

We push it right through.

-There's a problem?

-Yeah.

-So what's the problem?

-This guy Steadman,
Hugo Steadman.

-Mr. Steadman?

-Yeah, who are you?

-Ray Luca.

How you doing?

-OK.

-I'd like to you.

Uh, it'll only take a minute.

-So talk.

-Uh, look.

Let's walk away from
here, all right?

I wanna show you
something great.

Come on.

Hey, you're gonna love it.

-OK, what?

-Congratulations.

-What's this?

-Just look.

-I'm afraid, my friend,
this is city salt.

You are going to have to go
through the proper channels.

-I'm not buying salt.

That's your retirement fund.

That money's gonna pay
for your kids' education.

-I ain't retiring.

-Not from here.

Just from your board seat
on the union pension fund.

-Who are you?

-Who do you work for?

-Let's look at it this
way, Mr. Steadman.

There's an angel perched
on your shoulder.

We're looking after you.

That's all.

-Look, I was part of
building this union.

I stood on picket lines.

I froze.

I fought scabs and
dozens of punks like you.

This union works
for its membership.

It's my union.

You got something
to take up with it?

You pay your dues.

You do the job.

And it's not for
sale to no lowlifes.

And I don't need nobody
looking after me.

Now, you get out of here
before you are carried out.

Are you satisfied with
Fozzie and the Vegas

operation for now?

-I haven't decided yet.

Sit down, Ray.

-Ray, we're just about to eat.

-Hi, Manny.

The pension plan board is
looking for a new replacement.

-You moved on that?

-Whoever you want
goes on the board.

-Who's it gonna be?

-Years ago, I knew this
guy that helped build

that union during
the Depression.

His son is a successful and
very ambitious businessman.

He'll make a good trustee.

We've put him on.

He'll be indebted and grateful.

Then we'll show him how
to repay his indebtedness.

His name is Ted Kehoe.

-I'm surprised to
see you came alone.

-Don't be sarcastic.

-Want a drink or something?

-No.

-Why?

-Michael, we've been
through all that.

-You know, most guys say they
wanna know when their wives are

cheating on them, that
they can deal with it.

I can't.

-I never wanted you to see that.

I'm sorry.

-Sorry because I saw it, or
sorry because it happened?

-Sorry because you saw it.

-Is he what you want?

-We've been lying to
each other, trying

to keep this thing going.

-Have we?

You haven't answered
my question.

-Michael, please.

-And what was he
doing in my house?

-Would you keep your voice down?

-The question
deserves an answer.

-Because he gives me
what you won't-- can't.

I dunno.

Attention and affection?

I need more in my life.

-So what you do, Julie, huh?

You fall for the first
guy that comes around

that's got a big
smile on his face

and knows how to say
please and thank you?

-At least he's there.

-I'm your husband!

What do we do?

Divorce?

Look me right in
my eyes and tell me

that you want me
out of your life.

-When can you pick
up your clothes?

-Looking good.

Oh yeah.

Looking good.

Looking good.

Oh yeah.

Hey, hey, our man is here.

Our man is here.

Michael, Michael, come on.

Join the party.

Come on.

Hey, where you been?

Man, we were waiting for you.

You look like you
need a drink, huh?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

All right.

I'll get you one.

-So what's the
celebration all about?

-I just got named for
the pension plan board

of the Municipal
Workers Union, Michael.

-So naturally, you
invite all of my friends.

-This is Mary Anne.

Mary Anne, this is Michael.

-Hi.
-Hey, listen.

We've got some good
food, good music,

and I want you to
have a good time, OK?

-OK.

-You promise?

-Yeah.

-All right, go to it.

-Why don't you give her
some air, councilor?

-Lieutenant, how are you?

-OK, how are you?

-Suzanne, how you doing?

-Still kicking.

-What do you say, Danny boy?

-Hey, how you doing, partner?

-Hey, Mike.

-Hey, Mike, how you doing?

-Hi, Nate.

-How you feeling?

-OK.

-Good?

-Yeah.

-Great.

That's Doris.

-Doris, Hi, Doris.

-All right.

-Hi, Wally.

Chief.

[whispering]

-Hey, Mike.

-We're getting divorced.

-Sorry to hear that, Mike.

-Yeah.

-We'll talk later.

-Yeah.

Enjoy yourself.

-Come on.

Let's dance.

-Um, excuse me.

I'm Suzanne Terry.

You look like you
wanna make a speech.

-Walter Clemmons.

You know what I'm thinking.

Good looking, smart
woman like you.

What you doing with
that white boy?

-Exactly what it
looks like I'm doing.

Why?

Does that embarrass you
with your white friends?

-Lady, the lunatics
in this room and me

have been through
too many hard times

for me to be embarrassed
by anything they do.

And they're not friends.

They're something else.

-Brothers?

-Maybe.

Integration's been seven years
old in the Supreme Court.

Ain't nothing happened yet.

Times are gonna get
tough before they change.

The world ain't ready
for you two yet.

-Well, maybe what
I'm doing, I'm doing

for me and not for the race.

-It's you I'm talking about.

You got a big future.

With him, lots of people are
gonna try to knock you back.

And ask yourself if a
big part of the heat

ain't shoving your black
and his white behind

in the face of
social conventions.

That's a cheap thrill
to ruin your life for.

[knocking on door]

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