Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 1, Episode 13 - Mob Wife - full transcript

(indistinct radio transmission)

CHUCK:
Here's the problem
with life today:

There's too many moving parts.

Getting anything to work
is a pain in the butt.

By the time you've read
the directions,

the thing's already obsolete,

and believe me, warranties
aren't what they used to be.

LAUNCH OFFICER:
What? Who is this?

What you really need to get by
is some kind of crystal ball.

Listen, fella,
I don't know how
you got this number.

CHUCK:
In fact,
tomorrow's newspaper will do.



Never mind how I know.
I'm telling you,

you got the switch turned
in the wrong direction.

The cargo door's gonna open up
right there on the pad.

This is some kind of sick joke,
right? Who is this?

Look, you want to hear a joke?
In less than a minute,

you're gonna have
$60 million worth of experiments

dumped in your lap.

Now turn off the damn switch!

Yeah?
And what switch would that be?

This ought to be good.

Listen to me.

It's the LTS vector
prop G terminal M transpond

pattern limiter C.

What?



The LTS vector prop G term...

(line disconnects)
Hello?

MISSION CONTROL:
The Endeavor's computer
is now controlling.

T minus 15 sound suppression,
water system being activated.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six...

LAUNCH OFFICER:
Launch abort!
Hold on.

MISSION CONTROL:
This launch
is scrubbed for today.

GARY:
No doubt about it.

Knowing the future can be
a definite boon to mankind.

Just don't expect it to help
you program your VCR.

(theme music plays)

♪ ♪

(reporters clamoring)

How are you going
to celebrate?

Did you
order those?

How are you
gonna celebrate
your victory?

Did you kill your own
brother-in-law, Mr. Pirelli?

Are you going to sue
the government?

Are you going
to sue the government?

Here. Here.

In light of
today's decision,

what are your
plans, sir?

First, I want to say
I have a lot of respect

for the prosecution team.

They were just doing their job.

As far as the victory's
concerned,

it's not only me
who should be celebrating,

this is a victory
for all Americans.

Thank you very much.

(all clamoring)

Thank you.
That's it.

Thanks for standing by me, babe.

You're always there for me,
Theresa.

Where to, Mr. Pirelli?

What do you want to do now?

Yeah, I'd like to rip the lungs
out of the federal prosecutors.

If I spend another day
in a courtroom in this lifetime,

somebody's gonna pay, Nicky.

REPORTER:
Reputed mafia don
Frank Pirelli

was found not guilty
on 19 racketeering charges.

Look at that.

The guy's a killer,
and she stays with him.

Me, I forget
a girl's birthday,

and bingo, they're
out the door.

Some women are drawn
to guys like that.

They find
what they do exciting.

Look how lucky this guy is.

He can get any dame he wants,

and I spent last Saturday night
shooting darts in this joint.

Hey, I thought
I saw you with a date.

Ariel.

I went to the men's room.

I was gone for like two minutes.

When I come back
out, she's gone.

Three times in one month.
That is a record.

Yeah, that's
women for you.

They're like butterflies.

Sometimes you just have to let
them flap their wings and go.

Thank you, Pablo Neruda.

What's he whining about now?

Mobster and
his girlfriend.

BARTENDER:
Look, you'll
meet someone.
It'll happen.

I'll hold my breath.

It happened to me.

The first time I saw Phyllis,
I could barely get out a hello.

My throat got all dry.
I felt light-headed.

How do you know it was love?

Maybe you were just coming
down with something,

(chuckles)

TV REPORTER:
In related news,
Costco announced today

that he intends to prosecute
Theresa Laparco

for perjury
in the Pirelli case.

Her testimony on the stand

directly contradicted
her sworn deposition.

GARY:
Hey, it's her.

"Late yesterday morning,
Theresa Laparco,

"fiancée of a reputed

mob boss, Frank Pirelli,
was hailing a cab

in front of the Drake Hotel,

"when she was approached
by two men,

"and gunned down

in broad daylight."

(people screaming)

MAN:
Stay down!

Somebody's been shot.

GARY:
"Assailants are still at large,

"but the police suspect
it may be the work

of a rival crime family."

Gare, these are
serious boys.

What is the matter with you?

Look, this doesn't have
to be a big deal, All right?

I find her, I tell her
what's going to happen,

I'm out of there.

Two seconds.
All right, And what if she
doesn't believe you?

Then it turns
into four seconds.

Then the wise guys show up,
and then you know what you got?

A very big deal.

Look, I gotta
do something.

Someone's about to die.

Not just any someone,
but the mob someone.

Gare, buddy, look,
you're going

to have to draw
the line somewhere, okay?

What if tomorrow the newspaper
says that a meteor is heading

for Evanston, or that nuclear
terrorists are hiding weapons
in Highland Park?

Then what are you
going to do?

Great. Compared to that,
this will be a snap.

All right, that was
a very bad example.

Aw...
No, "aw,"
Gare, please stop.

Just stop for one second.

Believe me, I'm
not thrilled about this.
All right, you know what?

That's what I'm going
to chisel on your headstone.

GARY:
Ha, ha, ha.

CHUCK:
I can think of ten better
ways to spend the day.

Yeah? I can think
of a hundred.

Exactly.

So why don't we
catch a flick?

How about bowling?

It's great exercise.

What about miniature golf?

It's 20 degrees out.

We'd have the whole
place to ourselves.

Maybe Ping-Pong?

You always were a good
table tennis player.

I don't see her.

THERESA:
Are you kidding me?

What kind of
hitters are you?

Terrible. I made you
from 20 yards away.

Hey, that's not
who we are.

Oh, and this is not gun,

and I'm not prepared to make
you be tomorrow's headlines.

Now turn around
and start walking.

Wait a second, listen,
you got the wrong...

Walk.
See, suddenly this is turning
into a very big deal.

I'm just here to warn you
someone's going to kill you.
Believe me, that's it.

Why should I?

How can you question
a face like that?
Yeah.

What about your face?
Me? I'm... I'm nobody.

Keep walking.
Okay.

Move it.

Look lady, I'm telling you,
we're not the bad guys.

Oh, what is this?
It takes four of you to clip me?

I'm flattered.

Good to see you, Theresa.

Picked yourself up
some talent, I see.

See? We told ya.
Shut up.

Stick your hands in your pockets
and act like you mean business.

NICK:
Come on,
Theresa.

There's someone who really
wants to talk with you.

Get in the cab.
We're leaving now.

Unless you want to play
a little three on two,

you just stand there
and wave good-bye.

Theresa, don't you
get crazy.

No offense, Nick, but if I let
a mook like you take me out,

I wouldn't be able
to face people.

Throw your piece
in the sewer.

You, too, Joey.

Theresa, I've had this gun
like since forever.

That's all right. As soon as
we're out of here, you can go
crawling in after it.

Come on, hurry up.
I'm on a schedule here.

Keys, too.

Shut up.

Your keys, too.

Get in the cab.

THERESA:
Get in the cab.
Come on, let's go.

Hey, cabbie, you
ever driven

a getaway car before?

Huh?
Fine.

CABBIE:
What's going on?

What are you doing?

Hey, lady, that's my cab.

Come back here!

Taxi.

Taxi!

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

Look, there's no
one back there.

You can slow down now.

No. You don't know Nicky.

He won't give up that easily.

He doesn't want to go back
to Frankie empty-handed.

Frankie...? Pirelli?

That's who's trying
to kill you?

Gary and I just got in
Frank Pirelli's way?

Welcome to the big leagues,
boys.

When that meteor heads for
Evanston, I don't know you.

Where are we going?

Well, they see my suitcase,
so the airport's out.

Well, there's
a plan B, I hope.

Don't sweat it.

Don't sweat it?
That's your plan B?

Don't sweat it?

You got a problem?
Yeah, I got
a problem.

It's a pretty crappy plan B.

You don't have any idea
where we're going?

I just need a place to duck out
for a while, you know.

I got to regroup.

CHUCK:
Yeah? And what
happens when...

What are you
looking at me

like that for?
Frankie likes me as a blond.
(car horn honking)

Hey, would you
watch the road?

Don't worry about it.

Before Frankie,
I dated a getaway driver.

What happened to him?

He died in a high-speed chase.

Perfect.

Don't sweat it.

Yes, I need the
first train to L.A., please.

Nothing today?

All right,

San Francisco?
New York?

Listen, sweetie, could you go
out to the train station

and see if there's
any trains

sitting there,
and if there are,

can you find out for me
where they're going?

No...

I'm on hold again.

Look, if Pirelli's got
people watching the airport,,,

Turn around.

If Pirelli's got
the airport covered,

wouldn't he have the train
station covered, too?
No.

He knows I would never
take the train.

Him and me-- we fought about
this a million times,

but I don't care-- I fly
first-class or I don't go.

Well, how about the buses?

The buses run
more often than the trains.

The what?

Bus.
Bus.

No.

Aah! I've been
disconnected.

(slams phone down)
You know,
I don't understand.

I mean...
Excuse me.

I don't understand why
Frank's trying to kill you.

I mean you're the one
who helped him get off.

I know. I thought he would
be so grateful

that he'd let me leave,
but they never let you leave,

not when you know
as much as I do.

You two seemed crazy
about each other on the TV.

Yeah, well, when you're
Frankie Pirelli's girl,

you know what kind
of face to wear in public,

but I haven't felt that way
about Frankie in a long time.

Hey, what about
the feds?

GARY:
Can't you go to the feds and
tell them what you know...?

Can't you go to the feds?

I perjured myself
on the stand.

I mean,

running isn't fun,

but I certainly prefer this

to a jail cell.

Now, I'm going to use
your bathroom to freshen up.

If I'm going to die today,

I'm at least going
to look good doing it.

Whoa, didn't spring
for maid service, did you?

She's going to kill
someone with that thing.

Look, what do we do?

Whatever it takes.

(ringing)

Hello?

(line disconnects)

Hello?

(clears throat)

What?

It was the wrong number.

In Frankie Pirelli's world,

there's no such thing
as a wrong number.

CHUCK:
This might be a good time
to call Frank and apologize.

THERESA:
Huh, forget it.

GARY:
I'm telling you,
you're overreacting.

It was a wrong number.

Yeah, well,
better safe than stupid.

Oh...

Uh, what do you say
we, uh, run for it?

All right, where?

I don't know.
You got an ideas?

Well, how about
we split up?

Meet at the El
over on Kincade.

Perfect.

Go!

Let's go.
Up against the wall!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
h-hold it, hold it.

All right, let me talk
to Frank Pirelli, huh?

Frank Pirelli,
no problem, but first,

you're going to talk to us;
get in the car.
Who's us?

Federal agents. Your friend
Pirelli can't help you now.

Let's go.
We got him.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
Now arriving at Gate A,
Blue line.

Next stop, Rosemead.

Where is he?

He should be here by now.

You should see this kid run;
he's got track medals.

Well, I feel like
a sitting duck,

so let's just
get on the train.

Just wait
another minute, okay?

Another train
will be here.

No smoking, no littering,
no radio playing.

WOMAN:
Okay, I'll see ya.
Bye-bye.

Look, I'm sorry,
all right?

It's all right.
It's no problem.

Did I ask you
to come to the Drake?

Did I tell you to stick
your nose in this thing?

No, you did not.
Who helps strangers anyway?

You're a couple of grown men,
it's embarrassing.

It is a sensitive subject,
I'll give you that.

What do you think
they'll do to him?

I don't know.

But he's in rough hands.

Look, we're good guys.

We're friendly.

My man, Jimmy here,
he's got a parakeet.

So see, we don't want
to give you a hard time,

but we got a job to do.

Oh, I appreciate that.
Good,

then tell us what the
hell we need to know.

Like who are you,
and what are you doing

spending the afternoon
sightseeing with
Theresa Laparco?

Come on, give me a break.

How many times
we got to go through this?

Until we get it right.

Dounut?
No.

(clears throat)

I met her
for the first time today.

She was scared.

She said her boyfriend
was trying to kill her.

And now I don't know
where she is.

Hmm, what do you think,
Jim?

Pitiful.

Where is he?

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:
Now arriving at Gate A,

Blue line.
Next stop, Rosemead.

CHUCK: Uh-oh,
goon squad, 6:00.

I got to give them credit.

Frankie doesn't pay
them enough, come on.

Maybe if I just talked
to them man-to-man.

Right, come on.

Jerk.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:
All aboard.

Watch the closing doors.

(whispering):
Is it working?

It depends
on what you mean.

Did they spot us?

They made us.

Hey!

Get down!

Watch out!
Oh, my gosh!

Oh, no!

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:
Next stop, Rosemead.

Watch your step.

Come on, this way.

(passengers screaming)

ANNOUNCER:
Watch the closing doors.

Theresa! Theresa!

You're making a big
mistake, Theresa.

You, you're a dead man!

Nice move.

I've never been on one
of these things before.

Stick with me, kid.

First class all the way.

Listen, I know my rights.

You can't just hold me here
without charging me.

You can?

AGENT:
This here is the
organized crime unit.

Do you know what that means?

Two words.

Frank Pirelli.

And we had him
on a silver platter.

Because of your friend,

Theresa Laparco.

I don't understand.

He slid because of her.

He's out there right now
in his mohair and silk

because she
double-crossed us.

But, oh, baby,

the world has changed
in the last 48 hours.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that Pirelli's got some
very nasty colleagues,

and they want to know
what Theresa knows,

and they want to know who
Theresa's been talking with

while she's trying to
duck old Frankie boy.

So they're gunning for her,
and Frankie's gunning for her.

An-An-And you're
gunning for her?

No, we just want her
for the retrial.

Well, what do you want with me?
What do you think?

You're the last one
that saw her.

So where is she,
Gary? Hmm?

She's with Chuck.

Now we're getting
someplace.

Now where's this Chuck?

I don't know.

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

I still think if I
called Frank myself...

Look, we have a lot
of people in common.

He'd listen.
No.

You've done
enough already.

I think you should go.

You mean, like, leave?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm better
off without you.

All right, look, let's just
get one thing straight, okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

The last time
you'll see me

is on that platform

watching the train pull out.

Now let's get you a ticket.

Divorced, no job,
Blackstone Hotel.

Real picture of success.

So what can we do?

Can we keep him?
(scoffs)

Not even an unpaid
parking ticket.

Guy is a real
Camp Fire girl.

(snickers)

(door closes)

One ticket to
Milwaukee, please.

Milwaukee?
Yeah.

Great beer,
very few gangsters.

I don't have enough to break
this; I'll be right back.

Thank you.

I prefer wine.

Isn't there
a train to France?

How about Budapest?

Where's this guy?

I don't know.
It's taking too long.

Uh, you what, sir?
Keep the change.

Buy yourself a Bull's ticket.

Come on.

Uh-oh.

We got company.

Come on, you're not
going to miss this one.

(train whistle blowing)

What now?
What do you mean "what now?"

You're going to get
on the train and go. Here.

What about you?
Me?

It's time, uh, Frank and me
had that little talk.

You're crazy.
Come with me.

I can handle him.

Here.

You never even met
a guy like him before.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:
Final boarding call
for the train to Milwaukee.

Come on. Go.

All right, fellas,

that's far enough.

I don't want to have
to get violent.

Where is she?

I want to talk to Pirelli.

And I think he wants
to talk to me.

About what?

"About what?"

About a little insurance policy
Theresa took out

the last few months
they were going out.

Taped phone conversations.

Theresa played them for me.

Terrific.

(laughing)

Something funny?

The feds got Frankie
with a tap back in '89.

He did a year in Joliet.

He hasn't used a phone since.

(chuckling)

Really? Never?

And you can take your hand
out of your coat now.

I don't think it's loaded.

That's enough, Nicky.

Oh...
Let him go.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Whatever I'm doing, it's not
going as well as I had hoped.

Well, holster your finger
and walk over here.

(grunts)

I don't get it.
How come you can pull off

the gun in the pocket
thing and I can't?

It's a gift.

Besides, they know
I'm not bluffing.

Right, boys?
Sure, Theresa.

Whatever you say.
All right,
take your hands

out of your pockets and put them
on your heads, both of you.

Oh, come on, Theresa.
Take your hands

out of your pockets and
put them on your heads.
Now!

Theresa, we are in the middle
of a train station.

We're going to look like
a couple of morons.

What do you think you look
like now, a couple of nuclear

physicists?
Let's go. Go!

Turn around,
let's go.

Come on.

You boys ever been
to Milwaukee?

You are kidding.

I hear the brewery tour
is terrific.

You'll love
train travel.

It's very romantic.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:
All aboard.

Write if
you get work.

I, um, I th...

(clears throat)

I thought I was, um...
su-supposed to save you.

(coughs)

Are you all right?

Uh... dry throat.

Me, too.

Are you, um, are you feeling
sort of light-headed?

Yeah, a little.

(chuckles)

Must be something
going around.

Yeah.

Hey, kid, come on,
get in the car.

Come on.

I don't bite.

What do you
expect me

to tell you
that I didn't tell them?

I don't know anything.

I got different ways of asking.

Get in the car.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

What's my name?

Excuse me?

What's my name?

Frank Pirelli.

You see?

Now you got me wondering.

You know who I am,

yet you still decide
to put yourself in my affairs.

Now why is that?

Maybe you're a moron.

Is that it?

Mr. Pirelli...

Better to be thought a moron

than to open your mouth
and remove all doubt.

Abraham Lincoln.

You're paraphrasing,
of course,

but that's Abraham Lincoln.

Of course.

A moron that reads.

Just what I need.

(stammers)

I should have known.

Mercury is in retrograde.

My whole life goes
into the crapper

when Mercury's in retrograde.

Mr. Pirelli.

Sir, this is all
a misunderstanding

which can be explained
very easily

i-if you just give me a moment.

All right.

I'm all ears.

THERESA:
I was 20, you know?

Going out with a guy like
Frankie was exciting.

(wry chuckle)

And all the
ugly stuff?

I thought I could change
him, but I was wrong.

People make mistakes.

You know what you need?

You need somebody
stable, legit,

somebody like a...
stockbroker.

(laughing):
Oh.

Right.

I could just
die of boredom.

What's wrong
with a stockbroker?

Oh, don't tell me.

You?

It can be exciting.

(chuckling):
Oh.

Well, not as exciting

as a gangster,
but...

at least when I break up
with you,

you're not going to have
to fear for your life.

You know,
you remind me

of this guy I knew
in high school.

Junior year, he calls me every
day to invite me to the prom.

Did you go with him?

No.

I should have.

I went with
Lenny Daruba.

Lucky Lenny.

Not really.

He's doing 25 to
life in Joliet.

Still, I, uh...

would have loved
to have taken you to the prom.

You know, you and I,
we make a very good team,

and I think it would
be a very big mistake

to split up.

I could go with you...
help you get settled.

You can't make a spur-of-the-
moment decision like that.

Spur-of-the-moment? I've
been thinking about this...

for 45 minutes.

What do you say?

Maybe I'm not
the kind of girl

that a guy like you changes
his whole life for.

You just let me worry
about that, okay?

They look familiar?

They all look familiar.

Let's get out of here.

She told you
I wanted to kill her?

Words to that effect.

So you're not...

Kid,

there are certain realities
in my line of work

that cannot be ignored.

Theresa knows this.

Nobody walks away.

I can't allow it, and
my associates can't allow it.

So if she doesn't come back,
they'll expect me to take

some appropriate measures,
no matter how extreme.

If I don't, I expect them to.

Kid!

All right.

You get her back--
you and your friend,

you do that,
you two are off the hook,

and when I say hook,
I mean hook.

Look, Mr. Pirelli,
this isn't my field.

It is now.

24 hours.

Then I come looking for you.

Oh, no, not again.

Get in the car.

Hey, couldn't you guys

at least get a fresh box
of donuts in here?

Huh?

(blues rock playing)

Hey.
Oh, I was just
trying to call you.

You're not gonna believe
what's going on out there.

Oh, had a rough day,
did you?
As a matter of fact,

things are going a
little better than I...

I just spent the last hour
with the feds.

Before that,
an hour with Frank Pirelli.

Before that,
an hour with the feds.

What did they want?
What did you tell them?

I told them everything
I know-- nothing.

Speaking of which,
where is she?

Gare, you're not going
to believe what happened.

Chuck, where is Theresa?
The most incredible thing.

It's finally
happened to me.

I'm in love.
Yeah, great.

Listen, Frank Pirelli personally
gave me 24 hours

to find her
and bring her back.

If I don't--
what'd you just say?

That's why things have
completely changed, Gare.

We-we, we can't
give her back.

You picked a fine time
to fall in love.

Where is she?

Somewhere no one would expect
her to be-- the men's room.

I'll go get her.

THERESA:
Psst.

Gary... Gary.

CHUCK:
Gary!

Shh.

She's gone.

Her stuff is still there,
the window's open.

I think they snatched her.

I'm gonna,
I'm gonna go find her.

It's me.

What are you doing?

Look, you got to help me out.
No, you look.

I just spent the afternoon
with your fiancé.

You met Frankie?
Yeah.

Look, you got to get Chuck
away from me.

I don't think that's possible

because Chuck is
becoming attached.

I mean, the guy, he's so...
I know what you mean.

I'm the one
that's surrounded all day,

and it's not pretty,
but I got to go.

Wai-Wai-Wait.

What about Chuck?

What about him?

He's in love with you.

So he'll get over it.

You know?

Come on, you're his friend,
you know what he's like.

He-he's, he's annoying.

He never shuts up.

He could do a half an hour
just on shoes.

I can't wait to get away
from him actually.

So, uh, what do I tell him?

You tell him I took off.

And tell him
he should be more careful

who he falls in love with.

Hmm.

You know what?

What?

It's a good thing you
didn't fall for him, too.

Yeah, it's a good thing.

Come on, help me out.

I stashed my stuff
in the men's room.

GARY:
There you go.

Good luck.

FRANK:
Get in the car.

No way.

(tires screeching)

(panting)

Oh, my God.

FRANK:
Terry, Terry, Terry.

Tell me, what am I going to do
with you two?

THERESA:
What do I think?
You already decided
that, Frank.

'Cause you were always
a little too smart.

You got a choice here,
Frankie.

You don't have
to do anything.

Oh, you think so?

Do you remember
my business associates?

They're not giving me
any choices.

Since when do you listen
to them, huh?

Do what you always do--
tell them to stuff it.

FRANK:
You're right.

I don't take orders
from anybody,

but to tell you
the truth,

you're just not worth
the aggravation.

I mean,
it's one thing

to say, "Hands off this girl
who loves me,"

but "Hands off this girl
who ditched me"?

What's that make me look like?

I want to come back, Frankie.

What?

I changed my mind.

I want to come back.

What if I don't want
to take you back?

We'll pretend like it was
the day before yesterday.

None of this ever happened.

I come home,
we live happily ever after.

And your friend?

Nobody touches him.

You leave him alone.

Yeah?

And how long are you going
to stick around this time?

Forever.

No.

You can't.

Nah, no dice.

Nice try, Theresa,

but I don't want anybody in
my house who's not there for me.

I'm there for you, Frankie.

Yeah?

Do you love me?

Does she love me?

No.

(quietly):
Chuck.

Don't listen to him.

He's...

Tell me.

Why doesn't she love me?

You really want to know?

Yeah.

You don't understand her, Frank.

Theresa's like...

She's like a butterfly,
a beautiful butterfly.

She needs
to be free.

She needs to
flap her wings

and fly away.

You...

Y-You just want to keep
her under a glass case.

Sh-She'll just dry up
and crumble.

What the hell is he talking
about?
This is

what I'm trying to tell you.
Don't listen to him.

There's something wrong
with him. He's...

he's all...
I'm not crazy, Frank.

I'm in love, just like you,

and when you love
something,

you got to let it go.

Let it go, Frank.

(subway train passing
in distance)

Uh-uh.

All right. I heard enough.

Joey.

What, Joey?

Don't do this,
Frankie.
Take care

of this guy.
Frankie, don't
do this.

CHUCK:
What's he talking
about?
Hey.

Sorry, pal.
Private party.

I think he'll want
to talk to me.

NICK:
The restaurant's
closed.

You again?

I think you should let them go.

Look at this.

Everybody's giving me
free advice.

Well, it must be my lucky day.

No, no, that's tomorrow.

Look...

(gulps)
at...

See?

Tomorrow's
horoscope.

Don't ask me how I got it.

There are a couple
of moons rising

that I think you
should know about.

If I could
just have

a minute of your time,
Mr. Pirelli...

alone.

Mr. Pirelli...

Your friend,

that thing stuck
to the bottom of my shoe,

when I scrape him off,
I'm not going to care.

Between me and you,
you think anybody else will?

I didn't come here
to talk about Chuck.

I want to talk to about Theresa.

Don't tell me,

you fell for her, too?

No.

Believe me,

I'd understand if you did.

I fell in love with Theresa
the first time I saw her.

Well, then don't do something
you're going to regret.

The decision's been made.

That's between me
and my fiancée...

ex-fiancée.

Don't involve you.

I think you still love her.

So?

So you can't kill something
you love.

Which word don't you understand?

I do it,
or someone else does it!

There's two choices!

The mob's got
a short menu!

All right.

Your time's up here, pal. Go!

What if I gave you
another choice?

What if you didn't
have to kill Theresa?

I'm sorry, Chuck.

Is this what you
really want?

Look at me
and tell me

this is what you
really want.

I'm going back to him.

What about us?

We'll always have
the train station.

(clicks tongue)

Great.

He gets you,

and I get Union Station.

Typical.

Get up.
We're leaving.

All of us;
right?
No.
Just you and me.

Come on.
Let's go.
No.

What do you mean,
no?
No!

Good-bye, Chuck.

Thanks.
Let's go.

I want to hear it from you.

You want me to leave?

Yes.

Go already.

Get him out of here, please.

Let's go. Come on.

Take 'em wherever
they want to go.

No, no, no..
That's all right.

We'll, we'll get a ride
ourselves.

Thank you very much.

Come on!

I didn't have a choice,
you know that.

You had a choice.

You made it.

So what did
you give him?

Stock tips?

Winning horses?
What?

To get me out.

What am I worth?
How much, huh?

Look, she wanted it
this way, Chuck.

To protect me.

I don't know.

A girl finally
falls for me;

this is
how it turns out.

Chuck, this is Frank Pirelli.

She's his girl,
a mobster's girl.

Did you really
think it could end
any other way?

End? She ran away once.

She'll do it again, and
when she does, I'll find her.

I think counting on
that may not be such
a good idea, Chuck.

All these months hanging around
with you and that paper,

acting like it was some kind
of a sucker's game,

all that energy spent
on strangers.

You know what?
Deep down I was glad

because I knew that
when my time came,

my best friend,
I could count on.

Look, I know
what I'm doing.

You have no idea
what you're doing.

Chuck...

You s...
you set her up.

No, I...
You sold her out

to Pirelli
and his friends.

You might have
just gotten her killed.

Chuck?

You know, I wish we
could stay just like
this right here.

This isn't the forever
I saw for you and me.

All right.
It's time.

CHUCK:
Theresa!

Theresa!

Theresa!

Theresa!

Theresa!

No!!

CHUCK:
No!!

Theresa!

Chuck!

CHUCK:
Theresa!

She's gone.

How could you do this
to her?!

Wasn't me.

Wasn't you?

(distant siren wailing)

MINISTER:
But her spirit did not die
at that bridge.

Theresa Laparco lives on
in the hearts of her friends

and her family
and everyone who knew her.

Shall we pray?

Gracious Lord,
we thank you for your love,

grace and your forgiveness.

In the name of the Father
and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost...
amen.

My condolences.

(muttering)

I'm very sorry, Frank.

(sighs)

How are you doing?

Are you asking me

if I'm thinking about
jumping off a bridge?

Something like that.

Even if I was, what
good would it do me?

You'd read about it,

I'd show up at
the bridge,

and you'd be there
waiting for me.

They never found
the body.

Did you know that?

Yeah.

You never know.

Maybe she survived.

Maybe some
people went

to a lot of trouble just to make
it look like she was killed.

Anything's possible.

CHUCK:
Sure.

Anything's possible.

You just got to show faith

that the people who care
for you really care for you,

and one way or another
,things work out.

Ever tell you about
that postcard I got?

No.

Had, uh, no
message.

No return address.

Just a picture of a
butterfly right on it.