Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 1, Episode 2 - New Blood - full transcript
[crowd chattering]
- And now Mahoney sends in a guy
to watch Patrice's guy.
- That sounds like
the makings of a war.
- Don't you profit from
the way I conduct business?
- My blessing is your business.
- The problem is, Vinnie,
we've never had a guy
in this deep before.
- Now, I want him
just as bad as you do,
but I will not lie under oath.
- [Technician] Do you
work for Sonny Steelgrave?
- [Vinnie] [clears throat] Yes.
- You don't work for me, huh?
You got some surprise
I don't know about?
[upbeat orchestral theme music]
[dramatic music]
- [Anthony] The murder of
David Steelgrave has left the
Atlantic City mob in a
precarious situation.
We intend to take
advantage of that.
- Do you intend to indict
on the Malhouse Amendment?
- Yes.
- Come on, Tony, this
doesn't look good.
It's Grand Central here.
- We work in this
office, O'Brien,
you want good looks,
go down to the beach
and check out the bikinis.
[crew chuckles]
- This week, you're
chasing jabrones.
When you running for governor?
- Of course I wanna be governor.
- No kidding.
- I'm an ambitious guy.
But that's not the agenda.
- Hey, a tomato pie!
- Come here, Angelo.
This is who we're working for.
- Where'd you get this shill?
- The average Joe
who's being strangled,
overt or insidious,
know it or not,
by the tentacles of organized
crime in this state.
- Vinnie!
- Angelo works hard
for very little money.
Out of every dollar he
makes, nearly 15 cents
ends up in the hands of the mob.
- 15 cents?
- When are you gonna
bring out the guy
on the crutches and heal him?
- [Anthony] Period.
- Yo, Terranova, what you doing,
putting on lipstick?
- All right,
already, I'm coming.
- The grand jury hands
down indictments,
I expect convictions.
- [O'Brien] The casinos are
under a 24 hour microscope--
- Yeah, yeah!
- Mob controlled goods
and services run right up
to the edge of casinos,
they don't need to go in
and skim, the money
comes out to them
in the form of vending
contract, pension programs.
And they use the most
draconian methods.
- Huh?
- He means like Dracula.
- Men like Patrice
and Mahoney sit across
their respective rivers
and suck our state dry,
using Sonny
Steelgrave as a straw.
[Sonny spits]
- You mezzamook.
This is where you think.
I'm not for sucking
on by nobody.
- [O'Brien] Sonny
Steelgrave is the focus
of your investigation?
- He's the biggest
bum in New Jersey.
- You calabres geek.
[TV smashes]
- Always get a radio.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
- [Man on phone]
Sonny Steelgrave in?
- Yeah, who is it?
- [Man on phone] Tell him
Paul Patrice is on the line.
- Just a minute.
Sonny.
- What?
- [Vinnie] Paul Patrice.
- Paul.
- [Paul] You see Serrera?
- Yeah, I just heard him.
The guy's a creep.
- [Paul] We gotta talk.
Tonight, Sonny.
- Tonight?
We're roasting Chickie tonight.
He's got the Big C.
- [Paul] What's
he doing about it?
- [Sonny] Retiring to Florida.
- [Paul] You're gonna
have to be a little late.
- I don't wanna
be a little late.
- [Paul] I want you
to be a little late.
It's important, Sonny.
- Yeah, okay.
- What's a matter,
Sonny, you all right?
- Load up.
We're gonna meet
Pat the Cat Patrice.
[gentle music]
[dramatic music]
- Sonny, I gotta stop
for gas, all right?
I'm gonna go get a coffee.
- Stay here.
- Hey, whoa, Sonny, I
think we're being followed.
- Of course we're
being followed,
this is Patrice
we're dealing with.
Know what's going on here?
I'm being measured.
Like for a bigger
chair at the table.
Or a box.
- Well, if it's gonna be a box,
you better make it a doublewide.
[upbeat music]
[phone ringing]
- Sailor Hardware.
- Agent 4587.
Day code, Style section.
Seven, seven, ident procedure,
fortunate, muffler, juice.
- You sound tense, Vinnie.
- Yeah, I'm heading
north on the turnpike
for a meet with
Pat the Cat Patrice
at some lanes in Sayreville,
but I don't know the name.
- We'll locate.
What do you think, man?
You need some cover?
- I got company.
- [Daniel] Vinnie!
[fist punches]
- Oh!
- Here, I got this from Goofy.
His pal Blueloo's
right behind us.
[laughs]
Here, take the wheel.
[dramatic music]
- [Goon] Oh!
[car crunches]
[tires squeal]
[tires squeal]
- Good evening, boys.
What's the status?
- Steelgrave and
one of his thugs
are going into
the bowling alley.
- Mr. Patrice would
like to see you alone.
- Then Mr. Patrice
can come to my house.
- Is that him?
- Yep.
You know why we meet here?
- No.
- Any place smaller
won't hold his ego.
- [Paul] Sonny.
- Pat.
- [Paul] You look good, Sonny.
Standing up to the pressure.
- [Sonny] [clears throat]
Pat, this is Vinnie Terranova.
Vinnie, Mr. Patrice.
- Mr. Patrice.
- Vinnie.
This is Simonetti.
What will you do about Greco?
- He's like swamp gas.
- See these bags?
How puffy?
- If those are bags,
they must be Fendi.
- I love this guy.
Nothing worries him.
I don't sleep at night.
I don't sleep, it
keeps Simonetti up.
Which keeps Ferragamo
and Sweeney up.
Pretty soon,
everybody's got bags.
- I get the picture.
An epidemic of insomnia.
Am I a doctor, or what?
- I'm up worrying
about my investment
in Steelgraves Properties.
- We ever miss a dividend?
- Your brother's never
been dead before.
Greco is gone, or worse,
he's off squawking
to the Justice Department.
You're under attack from
the state Attorney General.
- Yeah, I can't catch a break.
- This is not a joke!
- Then what is it?
Don't you profit from the
way I conduct business?
- My blessing is your business.
This man Vinnie, I never
saw him before in my life.
But you bring him to
my private business.
- [Sonny] He's a good man.
- Your business is so
screwed up by events
that at your right
hand, there's new blood.
This isn't a personal
thing, Vincenzo.
I have no ill feeling for you.
You really carry black tie well.
I don't even mind you
drove one of my cars
in a ditch and smashed my
man's head into a truck.
- He was tailgating.
- What can I do
to help you sleep
that won't keep
me awake at night?
- Let me recommend men to
shore up your soft spots.
Executives.
To help you recover
from the setbacks.
A management team.
- How many?
- Four men, like
an advisory board.
[ominous music]
- I want you to shoot me
right between the eyes.
- Sonny.
- Please.
I can die like a man.
I'm not gonna let
you castrate me.
Please.
Kill me.
[gun cocks]
[dramatic music]
- I have this accountant.
Strictly a numbers guy.
Went to Harvard Business
School, Sid Royce.
He's okay.
Please, Sonny,
you need the help.
- He do heavy work?
- He's an accountant!
Sonny, he ever killed anybody,
they died of a headache.
Please, Sonny, help
me sleep at night.
I've got 30 mill tied up in
this Steelgrave business.
- Sure.
- Not bad, kid.
Not bad.
[Sonny laughing and coughing]
- He was tailgating. [laughing]
- So what?
- So nobody, nobody,
especially new guys,
talk to Patrice like that.
Know how Pat the Cat
got his nickname?
- No.
- He was 14, he and some
friends got together
and decided to put
cigarettes out on their arms,
and hold their hands
over matches, you know,
macho, I can take
it, kind of stuff.
- Yeah.
- They decided the ultimate
test of who's toughest
was to stick a cat
down their underwear.
- Go on, get outta here.
- Yeah. [laughing]
So they go out and get
this old alley cat,
had claws like a steak knife.
They started passing him around,
nobody can get it
past their belt lines.
So they finally
pass it to Paulie.
Paulie was always a
little nuts, you know?
Oh my God, he takes
this cat [laughing]
by now it's a bit agitated,
he takes it by the head,
he yells and shoves
it down his pants.
The cat caught his
attention real quick.
So much so, that he
couldn't stand up straight
[laughing] to get it out!
- Yeah, but wait a minute,
what happened to the,
oh, never mind.
- The cat?
Yeah, well, gasoline
and a match.
Sucker ran and screamed
'til it was toast.
- [Woman] Morning,
Mr. Steelgrave.
- Call Vinnie, tell
him I want him up here
in his work clothes.
- Yes sir, Mr. Steelgrave?
There's a man using
your brother's office.
- What the?
Put that down!
Oh, come on, get outta
here, get out, out!
Out, out!
- Ah, Mr. Steelgrave,
some coffee?
I'm Sid Royce, and I
must say it's a pleasure
to meet a true entrepreneur.
Mm-hmm, very impressed.
I am very impressed
by what you've done.
Pardon me a second.
Please wait outside.
[chuckles] You know there
probably aren't, oh,
a hundred men on earth
that know tax code
like I do, yes?
But I wish I had your,
your talent for building
an empire.
I'm a virtuoso manager,
but without men like you,
what, indeed what,
would we manage?
This is your brother
Dave who died, yes?
If it doesn't disturb
you, I'd like to keep this
on my desk as a, as a
reminder of excellence, mm?
- Welcome aboard, Sid.
- Thanks.
- Settle in, we'll
go over things.
- Excellent.
- I've just been fondled
by the Invisible Man.
- Yeah?
So why aren't you smiling?
Where we going?
- Got a surprise for you.
[forklift whirring]
- [Vinnie] Hey, Sonny.
- I told you you'd
get Greco's action.
Hey, Tookie!
This is a legit operation.
Tookie knows it inside
out, he's got a problem,
he comes to you, you got
a problem, you come to me.
This is where Greco
took advantage of me.
- You know I won't.
- Tookie, Vinnie's
the new dock boss.
- You're Terranova?
- Yeah.
- Your Uncle Mike's
been calling.
- That deadbeat.
- You two guys get along.
Can I get a day off from this?
- [Vinnie] Who's that, Patrice?
- That's the great white
himself, No Money Mahoney.
Patrice has got a guy here,
he wants one here, too.
- Hey, but you gonna let him?
- He's my goomba.
- Sonny.
- Don't start with me, mac.
- Got to, Sonny.
You let New York
put a guy in here.
- Keeps things smooth.
- Hey, Philadelphia's
got interest here, too.
You, you're one of us.
But the Cat?
We gotta have a guy here, too.
- Who?
- Best dock guy I got.
He could be my eyes
without Patrice
feeling like he's
working a bent joint.
Hey, Hunch, outta the car.
My man, Harry Schanstra.
What do you say I drop a
few coin at your place?
- How ya doing, Harry,
I'm Vinnie Terranova.
- Call me Hunch.
- All right, Hunch.
Now listen, I got some family
problems to take care of,
is it all right if
Tookie looks after you?
- I can take care of
myself, you little bastard.
[cane thwacks]
- Ow!
[phone rings]
- Morning, Sailor Hardware.
- It's Agent 4587, day
code, Style section,
seven, eight, ident procedure,
even, elevator, garbanzo.
- Vinnie, my wayward boy.
- Hey, Uncle Mike phone calls
from you really throw me.
What's the crisis?
- [Daniel] McPike
wants to see you, ASAP.
- Why?
- If I knew why, I
wouldn't be the Lifeguard,
I'd be the Director.
The question is when,
the answer is now.
- Where?
- It's McPike, how can you ask?
[dogs barking]
- What do you want, Frank?
- I want an update, Vinnie.
- Is that what this is about?
- It ain't a beer with the boys.
- Frank, this is dangerous.
- [Frank] You spent
the other evening
with Paul Patrice.
- Yeah, so, who told you?
- There is a Terranova
Marine open for business
on the waterfront,
and all I'm getting
is your engagement calendar.
- [Vinnie] So
what's the problem?
- The problem is, Vinnie,
we've never had a guy
in this deep before.
- This isn't gonna be
another one of your lectures
about the corruption
of money, is it, Frank?
- I am to be kept informed.
- Yeah, well, information
isn't that easy to come by.
Now, they don't leave
files laying around
marked incriminating evidence.
Your Special
Prosecutor, Serrera,
he's got 'em
circling the wagons,
it's a lot harder
to get at the goods.
- Maybe he'll get the job done.
- Yeah, and maybe he
blows it at my expense.
- You are right next
to Patrice, Steelgrave
and Mahoney.
Now how come all the cage
rattling's being done
by Serrera?
- Frank, I've read all
the books, there's no
identity crisis here.
My problem is trying to
keep these guys at ease,
when Serrera's got 'em hooked
up to the electrical outlets.
Hey Frank, do us both
a favor, will ya?
Tell him to keep it to himself
until he's got indictments,
because otherwise
he's just grandstanding.
- All right, I talk to Serrera,
you talk to me, Vinnie.
Big meetings going on?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Sonny's vulnerable.
Patrice knows it, so he
sent in a guy to help out.
So now Mahoney sends in a
guy to watch Patrice's guy.
- That sounds like
the makings of a war.
- Yeah, it's real dicey.
So what I need from you
is a profile on a guy
by the name of Harry The
Hunchback Schanstra--
- Wait a sec.
- Recently of the
Philadelphia docks,
and Sidney David Royce.
Now, Patrice claims this
guy's an accountant,
but I think he's a cobra.
Oh and here, I got this off
of one of Patrice's thugs.
All right?
- All right, what a second.
- What?
- This is where we
meet from now on.
Anything else?
- Well yeah, one more thing.
- Hmm?
- You know, you're
standing in puppy poop.
[dogs barking]
[phones ringing]
- Mr. Steelgrave.
Mr. Royce wants to see you.
[Sonny humming]
- What, are we in the
school lunch business now?
- Interesting idea.
We do have a problem, though.
A Mr. Randellino.
- [Sonny] Eh?
- Charles Randellino.
I believe some people call
him Choo-choo or something.
- Chuke.
What's the problem.?
- What exactly are his duties?
- Keeps me on top
of street gossip,
gets me espresso,
tells me dirty jokes.
- Court jester, hm?
He's a cocaine addict,
I've let him go.
- Let him go where?
- Well now, I told him
there was very little
chance of allowing
him to stay here.
Since he was supplying
some of the secretaries,
who are also gone.
- This guy's been
with me over 10 years.
How'd you find out
what I didn't know?
- I've instituted a company
drug testing program.
- You what?
- It'll go down well
in mainstream business,
and be a potential
defense ploy against any
prosecution charges
in related areas.
Patrice has been very
successful keeping a clean house
with this program.
- Patrice?
- Mm-hmm.
[Charles sniffs]
- [Charles] I'm sorry, captain.
- Don't say it, Chuke.
You're breaking our
heart, you know that?
- I'll try and stop.
- Not good enough.
It's 10 grand there, should
last you about six months,
come back clean, we'll talk.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
[gentle music]
Gimme some good news.
[keyboard clacking]
[keyboard clacking]
Maggie, what's
with the computer?
- [Maggie on intercom] Mr.
Royce changed the access codes.
- Mr. Royce?
Mr. Royce.
Mr. Royce.
[fist smacks]
- Oh!
- My name is Steelgrave.
It's on the door, it's
on the foundation.
It'll be the last
word outta your mouth
if you change a thing in my
business without asking first.
You're here to protect
Patrice's interests,
you do that.
You put your claws on
my interests again,
and I'll personally
crush your skull.
Mm-hmm?
[door slams]
- Yeah, time to send the
long shot to Serrera.
A gift from Sonny.
[Frank whistling]
- Hold it.
- Hold it?
Since when does a
pizza carry more weight
than a federal badge?
- Hello, Mr. Serrera?
- Yeah, back here, Angelo.
New delivery boy, Angelo?
- No, sir, he's a G-man.
Boom! [laughs]
- Uh, Mr. Serrera, my
name is Frank McPike,
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You're making Sonny
Steelgrave a very nervous man.
- Thanks.
You wanna slice?
- No thanks, stuff'll kill you.
I was wondering if we could
work together on this.
- How?
- Exchange ideas, information.
- [Anthony] Like what?
- I think it's wiser
to keep a low profile
'til after the indictments.
- I don't mind ticking
these guys off,
I don't think it
puts me in jeopardy.
- Yes, sir, but you're
not the only one.
- You got somebody on
the inside, don't you?
[phone rings]
Hello.
[dramatic music]
- What is it?
- They know her mother's name.
They know the trailer
court she lives in
in Clearwater, Florida.
- What is it, what's her name?
- [Anthony] He said
he'd cut out her heart.
- I got a scramble on 1340.
Give me a name and address.
- She's 80 years old.
- [Reporter] At the top
of the news tonight,
Special Prosecutor Anthony
Serrera finds himself
surrounded by bodyguards,
following death threats.
Serrera has been
spearheading an investigation
into Steelgrave Industries.
- Hey, hey, kid, look at this.
- [Reporter] We're
live at the offices
of Special Prosecutor--
- Not gonna hit
me again, are ya?
- I'm a friend, I'm too
twisted not to have enemies.
- This guy's got enemies.
- I received a phone
call last night,
threatening my life and the
lives of the people I love.
I will not be cowed
by these threats.
The investigation into
links between mobsters
like Paul Patrice and
state-sanctioned businesses
controlled by Sonny
Steelgrave will continue
for as long as it takes
to bring these people
to justice.
[TV crashes]
- I'm gonna kill that son of a--
- Sh!
How'd you last this long
with such a big mouth?
- Someone's putting the
screws to me, Hunch.
It's Patrice, or it's Mahoney.
If it's Mahoney,
you got problems!
Now, look at me straight
and tell me it ain't you.
- I was shootin' craps
with your old man
the day you was born.
I heard the doc smack your rump.
Which I've considered myself.
- Hey, come on.
- Tookie can take
care of business here.
I need help with Serrera.
- What, Sonny, what,
you want him dusted?
- What, are you getting
stupid on me, too?
I need information.
See what's on the
streets, find Chuke.
Maybe he knows what's happening.
[drill buzzes]
- Hey, Frank.
Hey, did you bring
that puppy home?
- Yeah, yeah.
This a sentimental visit?
- Nah, Serrera got a phone call.
- Yeah, I know, I was there,
the guy turned to chalk.
You should be keeping an eye
on our number one suspect.
- Hey, Sonny is the
last guy to hit Serrera.
- Oh, yeah?
Then we got trouble.
- [Vinnie] What,
couldn't you trace it?
- Yeah, computer spit
out a phone booth
on Vintner Avenue.
Cold as a fish.
- Well, I wanna
check it out myself.
- 1223 1/2 Vintner, unless
you're expecting to find
vibrations, you're
wasting your time.
- Hey, Frank?
- [Frank] Mm?
- Thanks.
- For what?
- For believing me when I said
Sonny isn't hitting Serrera.
- Who said I believed you?
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
- Hey, Chuke.
Chuke!
I'm sorry, Sonny, but, uh,
you know, with my record,
I can't afford to be
dealing with the cops.
Especially when the guy's
got a nose full of coke.
He'd been dead about an hour.
- Forget it, man.
Chuke knew what he
was dealing with.
When I found him,
he was a drunk.
Guess I paid him enough
money to afford him
a deadlier addiction.
- Want me to go up with you?
- Royce is a gentleman,
this is his Ivy League club,
what do you think, he's
gonna beat me to death
with snot?
- All right.
Gimme a slice, will ya?
- [Sonny] I'm meeting
with Mr. Royce.
- Yes.
That will be a
private dining room.
Please follow me.
- [Worker] Here ya go.
- Thanks a lot.
- [Worker] Thanks a lot.
[crowd chattering]
- [Reporter] Serrera, Serrera.
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
- Sonny!
[gun fires]
[gun fires]
[ominous music]
- [Reporter] Special
Prosecutor Anthony Serrera
was the target today of
an assassination attempt.
The sniper seriously
wounded one of Serrera's
assistants, but the
Special Prosecutor himself
was unhurt.
Arrested at the scene were
alleged underworld boss
Sonny Steelgrave along
with a reputed Steelgrave
soldier, Vincent Terranova.
- Thought you might
like some water.
[water splashes]
Look at that, I tripped.
I'll get you some more.
- Oh, I don't think so.
Get out.
Get out!
And you put yourself on report.
You got me?
- [Officer] Yes sir.
- Talk to me.
What do you wanna hear, Frank?
Sonny didn't do it.
- Then who?
- Patrice, probably.
Sid Royce--
- Sid Royce?
Sid Royce, MBA Harvard,
1973, this guy is a leader
in the financial community.
Council on Economic Advisors,
International Committee
on Loan Redlining, this is
not an easy gun to pin down.
- If you let them charge Sonny,
I'm gonna have to take the
stand as a federal agent
and eyewitness.
Now, I want him just
as bad as you do,
but I will not lie under oath.
- I respect your morality!
- All right.
What about Harry?
- The hunchback?
- [Vinnie] Yeah.
- Oh, this sweetheart
has been in the biz
since he was 10 years old.
There are guys in
South Philadelphia
who call him The Professor.
He is roughly the mob
equivalent of a historian.
- Well, what about the gun?
- You forget about the gun.
We are this close
from being made.
I am having to throw
around federal weight
to release the very guy that
we're trying to pin down.
- But Frank, what we're
trying to do is bring down
the structure, if you
just want this one guy,
you can pick him up tomorrow.
- [Frank] Right.
- All right, so
what's the problem?
[knocking at door]
What?
[officer whispering softly]
We've got a curve ball.
- What?
- Sonny made a deal for bail.
All you gotta do is
pass a polygraph.
Since your whole cover's a lie,
the machine's gonna bust you.
- Great.
[needles scratching]
- Is your name Vinnie Terranova?
- [Vinnie] Yes.
- Are you 30 years old?
- [Vinnie] Yes.
- [Technician] Do you
work for Sonny Steelgrave?
- [clears throat] Yes.
- Look what I get
from my lawyers!
You don't work for me, huh?
You got some surprise
I don't know about?
- Wait a minute,
Sonny, now slow down.
I lied on half of
those questions,
I was scared to death.
- Whatya gotta lie about?
- Well, Sonny, you
don't fill me in
on everything, you
know, I think you got
good reason to wanna
take out Serrera,
so I was afraid they was
gonna be asking me about that.
You don't believe me?
Look, look, look,
go ahead and look.
- Get outta here.
- I bit half my
mouth off trying to,
trying to screw up that machine.
- I don't need to
look in your mouth.
I'm being set up, stepped
on, and rolled over.
- Yeah, that's right,
and you know by who.
I wanna do him.
What?
- If we do him, isn't
Patrice just gonna send
somebody else in?
I mean, at least with Royce,
we know what we got, right?
Huh?
- You're right, he'll win.
That doesn't solve the problem.
[ball thwacking]
- Who's the muscle
on the Serrera hit?
- Nobody I know.
- Well, if it wasn't
for outside contracts,
Americans wouldn't eat pizza.
- How do you figure?
- Ah, this business is doomed.
'Cause you kids ain't
got no sense of history.
Now, Lucky figured the
best way to get rid
of a business problem was
to bring in outside muscle,
make the hit, send 'em home.
Works to this day.
But Genovese, he opened a
pizza parlor in Redhook,
brought in Sicilian
muscle to work it.
They'd stay week, month,
get a go on a hit,
and boom, back to Sicily
with an American fortune.
Next thing you know,
there's pizza stands
from Brooklyn to Barleymon.
[ball thwacking]
[dramatic music]
Costello, he'd bring
in two, three guys
on a single contract.
Long guy, short guy,
and a prima facie.
Well, time to saw wood.
- Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
Long guy, short guy, what
are you talking about?
- Yeah, long guy.
50 yards or more.
Short guy, inside
the 25 yard line.
- Prima facie, sticks
the gun in your face
and pulls the trigger, right?
- Nah, nah, that guy's an idiot.
Prima facie like puts
a pound of dynamite
in your shorts and boom!
First thing you see
is your face come off.
[phone ringing]
- Yeah.
- Sonny, this is Vinnie.
Listen, I need some help.
I think I know how to
stop the Serrera hit.
- Out front, ASAP.
- Yeah.
- Killing Serrera could
cost us the casino, yes?
Well then, I have
a moral obligation
to report to Mr. Patrice.
- You got a moral obligation.
How do you know?
- [Sonny] What do you got?
- [Vinnie] Pizza.
- [Sonny] Pizza?
- Yeah, Harry says
that the Genoveses
used to hold out of town
contractors and pizza joints.
- Right.
And whose family
does the Cat got?
Patrice is up to his
buns in mozzarella.
Ain't nothin' to it.
Just a couple hundred
pizza joints in this town.
- There's only one
possibility, Rieti's.
You know, where Angelo works.
- [Sonny] Angelo?
- Yeah, you know,
the guy from TV.
Serrera's immigrant we're
beating outta 15 cents,
remember that?
- Oh yeah, yeah, all
right, all right.
[ominous music]
[dramatic music]
Hey, come here!
[speaking foreign langauage]
[speaking foreign langauage]
[speaking foreign langauage]
- Go on, swear on my mother,
gone back to Palermo!
[speaking foreign langauage]
[gun cocks]
Duck town, 18-seater!
Top floor!
[door crashes]
[dramatic music]
- Look at this, man.
Triggering device
for a bomb mechanism.
- [Vinnie] It's a
garage door opener.
Angelo's a prima facie.
[dramatic music]
- You've convinced me.
- You know what, Mr. Serrera,
- I took an oath--
- your political career--
- [Guard] Hold it, hold it.
- Hey, we gotta see Serrera.
- I'll have to call up.
Who are you?
- Let's go.
[dramatic music]
- Too late, man!
[dramatic music]
- This is gonna
be end of me, huh?
'Cause of that mezzamook?
[bomb explodes]
[dramatic music]
[debris clatters]
- Did I do that?
[seagulls crying]
- Hey, Hunch.
What are you doing here?
- Surveilling and
surmising for Mahoney.
- Oh, yeah?
So, what have you
surveilled and surmised?
- That you's too smart
for this business.
- Hey, Hunch, how'd Mahoney
get the nickname No Money?
- When he was a kid, bet
all the money he'd make
in his life that
Patrice couldn't put
a cat in his shorts.
- Save a guy's life,
this is what I get.
I know it was you.
- Pardon?
- Pardon?
Not in this organization, pal.
[upbeat dramatic music]
[light orchestral music]
- And now Mahoney sends in a guy
to watch Patrice's guy.
- That sounds like
the makings of a war.
- Don't you profit from
the way I conduct business?
- My blessing is your business.
- The problem is, Vinnie,
we've never had a guy
in this deep before.
- Now, I want him
just as bad as you do,
but I will not lie under oath.
- [Technician] Do you
work for Sonny Steelgrave?
- [Vinnie] [clears throat] Yes.
- You don't work for me, huh?
You got some surprise
I don't know about?
[upbeat orchestral theme music]
[dramatic music]
- [Anthony] The murder of
David Steelgrave has left the
Atlantic City mob in a
precarious situation.
We intend to take
advantage of that.
- Do you intend to indict
on the Malhouse Amendment?
- Yes.
- Come on, Tony, this
doesn't look good.
It's Grand Central here.
- We work in this
office, O'Brien,
you want good looks,
go down to the beach
and check out the bikinis.
[crew chuckles]
- This week, you're
chasing jabrones.
When you running for governor?
- Of course I wanna be governor.
- No kidding.
- I'm an ambitious guy.
But that's not the agenda.
- Hey, a tomato pie!
- Come here, Angelo.
This is who we're working for.
- Where'd you get this shill?
- The average Joe
who's being strangled,
overt or insidious,
know it or not,
by the tentacles of organized
crime in this state.
- Vinnie!
- Angelo works hard
for very little money.
Out of every dollar he
makes, nearly 15 cents
ends up in the hands of the mob.
- 15 cents?
- When are you gonna
bring out the guy
on the crutches and heal him?
- [Anthony] Period.
- Yo, Terranova, what you doing,
putting on lipstick?
- All right,
already, I'm coming.
- The grand jury hands
down indictments,
I expect convictions.
- [O'Brien] The casinos are
under a 24 hour microscope--
- Yeah, yeah!
- Mob controlled goods
and services run right up
to the edge of casinos,
they don't need to go in
and skim, the money
comes out to them
in the form of vending
contract, pension programs.
And they use the most
draconian methods.
- Huh?
- He means like Dracula.
- Men like Patrice
and Mahoney sit across
their respective rivers
and suck our state dry,
using Sonny
Steelgrave as a straw.
[Sonny spits]
- You mezzamook.
This is where you think.
I'm not for sucking
on by nobody.
- [O'Brien] Sonny
Steelgrave is the focus
of your investigation?
- He's the biggest
bum in New Jersey.
- You calabres geek.
[TV smashes]
- Always get a radio.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
- [Man on phone]
Sonny Steelgrave in?
- Yeah, who is it?
- [Man on phone] Tell him
Paul Patrice is on the line.
- Just a minute.
Sonny.
- What?
- [Vinnie] Paul Patrice.
- Paul.
- [Paul] You see Serrera?
- Yeah, I just heard him.
The guy's a creep.
- [Paul] We gotta talk.
Tonight, Sonny.
- Tonight?
We're roasting Chickie tonight.
He's got the Big C.
- [Paul] What's
he doing about it?
- [Sonny] Retiring to Florida.
- [Paul] You're gonna
have to be a little late.
- I don't wanna
be a little late.
- [Paul] I want you
to be a little late.
It's important, Sonny.
- Yeah, okay.
- What's a matter,
Sonny, you all right?
- Load up.
We're gonna meet
Pat the Cat Patrice.
[gentle music]
[dramatic music]
- Sonny, I gotta stop
for gas, all right?
I'm gonna go get a coffee.
- Stay here.
- Hey, whoa, Sonny, I
think we're being followed.
- Of course we're
being followed,
this is Patrice
we're dealing with.
Know what's going on here?
I'm being measured.
Like for a bigger
chair at the table.
Or a box.
- Well, if it's gonna be a box,
you better make it a doublewide.
[upbeat music]
[phone ringing]
- Sailor Hardware.
- Agent 4587.
Day code, Style section.
Seven, seven, ident procedure,
fortunate, muffler, juice.
- You sound tense, Vinnie.
- Yeah, I'm heading
north on the turnpike
for a meet with
Pat the Cat Patrice
at some lanes in Sayreville,
but I don't know the name.
- We'll locate.
What do you think, man?
You need some cover?
- I got company.
- [Daniel] Vinnie!
[fist punches]
- Oh!
- Here, I got this from Goofy.
His pal Blueloo's
right behind us.
[laughs]
Here, take the wheel.
[dramatic music]
- [Goon] Oh!
[car crunches]
[tires squeal]
[tires squeal]
- Good evening, boys.
What's the status?
- Steelgrave and
one of his thugs
are going into
the bowling alley.
- Mr. Patrice would
like to see you alone.
- Then Mr. Patrice
can come to my house.
- Is that him?
- Yep.
You know why we meet here?
- No.
- Any place smaller
won't hold his ego.
- [Paul] Sonny.
- Pat.
- [Paul] You look good, Sonny.
Standing up to the pressure.
- [Sonny] [clears throat]
Pat, this is Vinnie Terranova.
Vinnie, Mr. Patrice.
- Mr. Patrice.
- Vinnie.
This is Simonetti.
What will you do about Greco?
- He's like swamp gas.
- See these bags?
How puffy?
- If those are bags,
they must be Fendi.
- I love this guy.
Nothing worries him.
I don't sleep at night.
I don't sleep, it
keeps Simonetti up.
Which keeps Ferragamo
and Sweeney up.
Pretty soon,
everybody's got bags.
- I get the picture.
An epidemic of insomnia.
Am I a doctor, or what?
- I'm up worrying
about my investment
in Steelgraves Properties.
- We ever miss a dividend?
- Your brother's never
been dead before.
Greco is gone, or worse,
he's off squawking
to the Justice Department.
You're under attack from
the state Attorney General.
- Yeah, I can't catch a break.
- This is not a joke!
- Then what is it?
Don't you profit from the
way I conduct business?
- My blessing is your business.
This man Vinnie, I never
saw him before in my life.
But you bring him to
my private business.
- [Sonny] He's a good man.
- Your business is so
screwed up by events
that at your right
hand, there's new blood.
This isn't a personal
thing, Vincenzo.
I have no ill feeling for you.
You really carry black tie well.
I don't even mind you
drove one of my cars
in a ditch and smashed my
man's head into a truck.
- He was tailgating.
- What can I do
to help you sleep
that won't keep
me awake at night?
- Let me recommend men to
shore up your soft spots.
Executives.
To help you recover
from the setbacks.
A management team.
- How many?
- Four men, like
an advisory board.
[ominous music]
- I want you to shoot me
right between the eyes.
- Sonny.
- Please.
I can die like a man.
I'm not gonna let
you castrate me.
Please.
Kill me.
[gun cocks]
[dramatic music]
- I have this accountant.
Strictly a numbers guy.
Went to Harvard Business
School, Sid Royce.
He's okay.
Please, Sonny,
you need the help.
- He do heavy work?
- He's an accountant!
Sonny, he ever killed anybody,
they died of a headache.
Please, Sonny, help
me sleep at night.
I've got 30 mill tied up in
this Steelgrave business.
- Sure.
- Not bad, kid.
Not bad.
[Sonny laughing and coughing]
- He was tailgating. [laughing]
- So what?
- So nobody, nobody,
especially new guys,
talk to Patrice like that.
Know how Pat the Cat
got his nickname?
- No.
- He was 14, he and some
friends got together
and decided to put
cigarettes out on their arms,
and hold their hands
over matches, you know,
macho, I can take
it, kind of stuff.
- Yeah.
- They decided the ultimate
test of who's toughest
was to stick a cat
down their underwear.
- Go on, get outta here.
- Yeah. [laughing]
So they go out and get
this old alley cat,
had claws like a steak knife.
They started passing him around,
nobody can get it
past their belt lines.
So they finally
pass it to Paulie.
Paulie was always a
little nuts, you know?
Oh my God, he takes
this cat [laughing]
by now it's a bit agitated,
he takes it by the head,
he yells and shoves
it down his pants.
The cat caught his
attention real quick.
So much so, that he
couldn't stand up straight
[laughing] to get it out!
- Yeah, but wait a minute,
what happened to the,
oh, never mind.
- The cat?
Yeah, well, gasoline
and a match.
Sucker ran and screamed
'til it was toast.
- [Woman] Morning,
Mr. Steelgrave.
- Call Vinnie, tell
him I want him up here
in his work clothes.
- Yes sir, Mr. Steelgrave?
There's a man using
your brother's office.
- What the?
Put that down!
Oh, come on, get outta
here, get out, out!
Out, out!
- Ah, Mr. Steelgrave,
some coffee?
I'm Sid Royce, and I
must say it's a pleasure
to meet a true entrepreneur.
Mm-hmm, very impressed.
I am very impressed
by what you've done.
Pardon me a second.
Please wait outside.
[chuckles] You know there
probably aren't, oh,
a hundred men on earth
that know tax code
like I do, yes?
But I wish I had your,
your talent for building
an empire.
I'm a virtuoso manager,
but without men like you,
what, indeed what,
would we manage?
This is your brother
Dave who died, yes?
If it doesn't disturb
you, I'd like to keep this
on my desk as a, as a
reminder of excellence, mm?
- Welcome aboard, Sid.
- Thanks.
- Settle in, we'll
go over things.
- Excellent.
- I've just been fondled
by the Invisible Man.
- Yeah?
So why aren't you smiling?
Where we going?
- Got a surprise for you.
[forklift whirring]
- [Vinnie] Hey, Sonny.
- I told you you'd
get Greco's action.
Hey, Tookie!
This is a legit operation.
Tookie knows it inside
out, he's got a problem,
he comes to you, you got
a problem, you come to me.
This is where Greco
took advantage of me.
- You know I won't.
- Tookie, Vinnie's
the new dock boss.
- You're Terranova?
- Yeah.
- Your Uncle Mike's
been calling.
- That deadbeat.
- You two guys get along.
Can I get a day off from this?
- [Vinnie] Who's that, Patrice?
- That's the great white
himself, No Money Mahoney.
Patrice has got a guy here,
he wants one here, too.
- Hey, but you gonna let him?
- He's my goomba.
- Sonny.
- Don't start with me, mac.
- Got to, Sonny.
You let New York
put a guy in here.
- Keeps things smooth.
- Hey, Philadelphia's
got interest here, too.
You, you're one of us.
But the Cat?
We gotta have a guy here, too.
- Who?
- Best dock guy I got.
He could be my eyes
without Patrice
feeling like he's
working a bent joint.
Hey, Hunch, outta the car.
My man, Harry Schanstra.
What do you say I drop a
few coin at your place?
- How ya doing, Harry,
I'm Vinnie Terranova.
- Call me Hunch.
- All right, Hunch.
Now listen, I got some family
problems to take care of,
is it all right if
Tookie looks after you?
- I can take care of
myself, you little bastard.
[cane thwacks]
- Ow!
[phone rings]
- Morning, Sailor Hardware.
- It's Agent 4587, day
code, Style section,
seven, eight, ident procedure,
even, elevator, garbanzo.
- Vinnie, my wayward boy.
- Hey, Uncle Mike phone calls
from you really throw me.
What's the crisis?
- [Daniel] McPike
wants to see you, ASAP.
- Why?
- If I knew why, I
wouldn't be the Lifeguard,
I'd be the Director.
The question is when,
the answer is now.
- Where?
- It's McPike, how can you ask?
[dogs barking]
- What do you want, Frank?
- I want an update, Vinnie.
- Is that what this is about?
- It ain't a beer with the boys.
- Frank, this is dangerous.
- [Frank] You spent
the other evening
with Paul Patrice.
- Yeah, so, who told you?
- There is a Terranova
Marine open for business
on the waterfront,
and all I'm getting
is your engagement calendar.
- [Vinnie] So
what's the problem?
- The problem is, Vinnie,
we've never had a guy
in this deep before.
- This isn't gonna be
another one of your lectures
about the corruption
of money, is it, Frank?
- I am to be kept informed.
- Yeah, well, information
isn't that easy to come by.
Now, they don't leave
files laying around
marked incriminating evidence.
Your Special
Prosecutor, Serrera,
he's got 'em
circling the wagons,
it's a lot harder
to get at the goods.
- Maybe he'll get the job done.
- Yeah, and maybe he
blows it at my expense.
- You are right next
to Patrice, Steelgrave
and Mahoney.
Now how come all the cage
rattling's being done
by Serrera?
- Frank, I've read all
the books, there's no
identity crisis here.
My problem is trying to
keep these guys at ease,
when Serrera's got 'em hooked
up to the electrical outlets.
Hey Frank, do us both
a favor, will ya?
Tell him to keep it to himself
until he's got indictments,
because otherwise
he's just grandstanding.
- All right, I talk to Serrera,
you talk to me, Vinnie.
Big meetings going on?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Sonny's vulnerable.
Patrice knows it, so he
sent in a guy to help out.
So now Mahoney sends in a
guy to watch Patrice's guy.
- That sounds like
the makings of a war.
- Yeah, it's real dicey.
So what I need from you
is a profile on a guy
by the name of Harry The
Hunchback Schanstra--
- Wait a sec.
- Recently of the
Philadelphia docks,
and Sidney David Royce.
Now, Patrice claims this
guy's an accountant,
but I think he's a cobra.
Oh and here, I got this off
of one of Patrice's thugs.
All right?
- All right, what a second.
- What?
- This is where we
meet from now on.
Anything else?
- Well yeah, one more thing.
- Hmm?
- You know, you're
standing in puppy poop.
[dogs barking]
[phones ringing]
- Mr. Steelgrave.
Mr. Royce wants to see you.
[Sonny humming]
- What, are we in the
school lunch business now?
- Interesting idea.
We do have a problem, though.
A Mr. Randellino.
- [Sonny] Eh?
- Charles Randellino.
I believe some people call
him Choo-choo or something.
- Chuke.
What's the problem.?
- What exactly are his duties?
- Keeps me on top
of street gossip,
gets me espresso,
tells me dirty jokes.
- Court jester, hm?
He's a cocaine addict,
I've let him go.
- Let him go where?
- Well now, I told him
there was very little
chance of allowing
him to stay here.
Since he was supplying
some of the secretaries,
who are also gone.
- This guy's been
with me over 10 years.
How'd you find out
what I didn't know?
- I've instituted a company
drug testing program.
- You what?
- It'll go down well
in mainstream business,
and be a potential
defense ploy against any
prosecution charges
in related areas.
Patrice has been very
successful keeping a clean house
with this program.
- Patrice?
- Mm-hmm.
[Charles sniffs]
- [Charles] I'm sorry, captain.
- Don't say it, Chuke.
You're breaking our
heart, you know that?
- I'll try and stop.
- Not good enough.
It's 10 grand there, should
last you about six months,
come back clean, we'll talk.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
[gentle music]
Gimme some good news.
[keyboard clacking]
[keyboard clacking]
Maggie, what's
with the computer?
- [Maggie on intercom] Mr.
Royce changed the access codes.
- Mr. Royce?
Mr. Royce.
Mr. Royce.
[fist smacks]
- Oh!
- My name is Steelgrave.
It's on the door, it's
on the foundation.
It'll be the last
word outta your mouth
if you change a thing in my
business without asking first.
You're here to protect
Patrice's interests,
you do that.
You put your claws on
my interests again,
and I'll personally
crush your skull.
Mm-hmm?
[door slams]
- Yeah, time to send the
long shot to Serrera.
A gift from Sonny.
[Frank whistling]
- Hold it.
- Hold it?
Since when does a
pizza carry more weight
than a federal badge?
- Hello, Mr. Serrera?
- Yeah, back here, Angelo.
New delivery boy, Angelo?
- No, sir, he's a G-man.
Boom! [laughs]
- Uh, Mr. Serrera, my
name is Frank McPike,
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You're making Sonny
Steelgrave a very nervous man.
- Thanks.
You wanna slice?
- No thanks, stuff'll kill you.
I was wondering if we could
work together on this.
- How?
- Exchange ideas, information.
- [Anthony] Like what?
- I think it's wiser
to keep a low profile
'til after the indictments.
- I don't mind ticking
these guys off,
I don't think it
puts me in jeopardy.
- Yes, sir, but you're
not the only one.
- You got somebody on
the inside, don't you?
[phone rings]
Hello.
[dramatic music]
- What is it?
- They know her mother's name.
They know the trailer
court she lives in
in Clearwater, Florida.
- What is it, what's her name?
- [Anthony] He said
he'd cut out her heart.
- I got a scramble on 1340.
Give me a name and address.
- She's 80 years old.
- [Reporter] At the top
of the news tonight,
Special Prosecutor Anthony
Serrera finds himself
surrounded by bodyguards,
following death threats.
Serrera has been
spearheading an investigation
into Steelgrave Industries.
- Hey, hey, kid, look at this.
- [Reporter] We're
live at the offices
of Special Prosecutor--
- Not gonna hit
me again, are ya?
- I'm a friend, I'm too
twisted not to have enemies.
- This guy's got enemies.
- I received a phone
call last night,
threatening my life and the
lives of the people I love.
I will not be cowed
by these threats.
The investigation into
links between mobsters
like Paul Patrice and
state-sanctioned businesses
controlled by Sonny
Steelgrave will continue
for as long as it takes
to bring these people
to justice.
[TV crashes]
- I'm gonna kill that son of a--
- Sh!
How'd you last this long
with such a big mouth?
- Someone's putting the
screws to me, Hunch.
It's Patrice, or it's Mahoney.
If it's Mahoney,
you got problems!
Now, look at me straight
and tell me it ain't you.
- I was shootin' craps
with your old man
the day you was born.
I heard the doc smack your rump.
Which I've considered myself.
- Hey, come on.
- Tookie can take
care of business here.
I need help with Serrera.
- What, Sonny, what,
you want him dusted?
- What, are you getting
stupid on me, too?
I need information.
See what's on the
streets, find Chuke.
Maybe he knows what's happening.
[drill buzzes]
- Hey, Frank.
Hey, did you bring
that puppy home?
- Yeah, yeah.
This a sentimental visit?
- Nah, Serrera got a phone call.
- Yeah, I know, I was there,
the guy turned to chalk.
You should be keeping an eye
on our number one suspect.
- Hey, Sonny is the
last guy to hit Serrera.
- Oh, yeah?
Then we got trouble.
- [Vinnie] What,
couldn't you trace it?
- Yeah, computer spit
out a phone booth
on Vintner Avenue.
Cold as a fish.
- Well, I wanna
check it out myself.
- 1223 1/2 Vintner, unless
you're expecting to find
vibrations, you're
wasting your time.
- Hey, Frank?
- [Frank] Mm?
- Thanks.
- For what?
- For believing me when I said
Sonny isn't hitting Serrera.
- Who said I believed you?
[gentle music]
[ominous music]
- Hey, Chuke.
Chuke!
I'm sorry, Sonny, but, uh,
you know, with my record,
I can't afford to be
dealing with the cops.
Especially when the guy's
got a nose full of coke.
He'd been dead about an hour.
- Forget it, man.
Chuke knew what he
was dealing with.
When I found him,
he was a drunk.
Guess I paid him enough
money to afford him
a deadlier addiction.
- Want me to go up with you?
- Royce is a gentleman,
this is his Ivy League club,
what do you think, he's
gonna beat me to death
with snot?
- All right.
Gimme a slice, will ya?
- [Sonny] I'm meeting
with Mr. Royce.
- Yes.
That will be a
private dining room.
Please follow me.
- [Worker] Here ya go.
- Thanks a lot.
- [Worker] Thanks a lot.
[crowd chattering]
- [Reporter] Serrera, Serrera.
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
- Sonny!
[gun fires]
[gun fires]
[ominous music]
- [Reporter] Special
Prosecutor Anthony Serrera
was the target today of
an assassination attempt.
The sniper seriously
wounded one of Serrera's
assistants, but the
Special Prosecutor himself
was unhurt.
Arrested at the scene were
alleged underworld boss
Sonny Steelgrave along
with a reputed Steelgrave
soldier, Vincent Terranova.
- Thought you might
like some water.
[water splashes]
Look at that, I tripped.
I'll get you some more.
- Oh, I don't think so.
Get out.
Get out!
And you put yourself on report.
You got me?
- [Officer] Yes sir.
- Talk to me.
What do you wanna hear, Frank?
Sonny didn't do it.
- Then who?
- Patrice, probably.
Sid Royce--
- Sid Royce?
Sid Royce, MBA Harvard,
1973, this guy is a leader
in the financial community.
Council on Economic Advisors,
International Committee
on Loan Redlining, this is
not an easy gun to pin down.
- If you let them charge Sonny,
I'm gonna have to take the
stand as a federal agent
and eyewitness.
Now, I want him just
as bad as you do,
but I will not lie under oath.
- I respect your morality!
- All right.
What about Harry?
- The hunchback?
- [Vinnie] Yeah.
- Oh, this sweetheart
has been in the biz
since he was 10 years old.
There are guys in
South Philadelphia
who call him The Professor.
He is roughly the mob
equivalent of a historian.
- Well, what about the gun?
- You forget about the gun.
We are this close
from being made.
I am having to throw
around federal weight
to release the very guy that
we're trying to pin down.
- But Frank, what we're
trying to do is bring down
the structure, if you
just want this one guy,
you can pick him up tomorrow.
- [Frank] Right.
- All right, so
what's the problem?
[knocking at door]
What?
[officer whispering softly]
We've got a curve ball.
- What?
- Sonny made a deal for bail.
All you gotta do is
pass a polygraph.
Since your whole cover's a lie,
the machine's gonna bust you.
- Great.
[needles scratching]
- Is your name Vinnie Terranova?
- [Vinnie] Yes.
- Are you 30 years old?
- [Vinnie] Yes.
- [Technician] Do you
work for Sonny Steelgrave?
- [clears throat] Yes.
- Look what I get
from my lawyers!
You don't work for me, huh?
You got some surprise
I don't know about?
- Wait a minute,
Sonny, now slow down.
I lied on half of
those questions,
I was scared to death.
- Whatya gotta lie about?
- Well, Sonny, you
don't fill me in
on everything, you
know, I think you got
good reason to wanna
take out Serrera,
so I was afraid they was
gonna be asking me about that.
You don't believe me?
Look, look, look,
go ahead and look.
- Get outta here.
- I bit half my
mouth off trying to,
trying to screw up that machine.
- I don't need to
look in your mouth.
I'm being set up, stepped
on, and rolled over.
- Yeah, that's right,
and you know by who.
I wanna do him.
What?
- If we do him, isn't
Patrice just gonna send
somebody else in?
I mean, at least with Royce,
we know what we got, right?
Huh?
- You're right, he'll win.
That doesn't solve the problem.
[ball thwacking]
- Who's the muscle
on the Serrera hit?
- Nobody I know.
- Well, if it wasn't
for outside contracts,
Americans wouldn't eat pizza.
- How do you figure?
- Ah, this business is doomed.
'Cause you kids ain't
got no sense of history.
Now, Lucky figured the
best way to get rid
of a business problem was
to bring in outside muscle,
make the hit, send 'em home.
Works to this day.
But Genovese, he opened a
pizza parlor in Redhook,
brought in Sicilian
muscle to work it.
They'd stay week, month,
get a go on a hit,
and boom, back to Sicily
with an American fortune.
Next thing you know,
there's pizza stands
from Brooklyn to Barleymon.
[ball thwacking]
[dramatic music]
Costello, he'd bring
in two, three guys
on a single contract.
Long guy, short guy,
and a prima facie.
Well, time to saw wood.
- Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
Long guy, short guy, what
are you talking about?
- Yeah, long guy.
50 yards or more.
Short guy, inside
the 25 yard line.
- Prima facie, sticks
the gun in your face
and pulls the trigger, right?
- Nah, nah, that guy's an idiot.
Prima facie like puts
a pound of dynamite
in your shorts and boom!
First thing you see
is your face come off.
[phone ringing]
- Yeah.
- Sonny, this is Vinnie.
Listen, I need some help.
I think I know how to
stop the Serrera hit.
- Out front, ASAP.
- Yeah.
- Killing Serrera could
cost us the casino, yes?
Well then, I have
a moral obligation
to report to Mr. Patrice.
- You got a moral obligation.
How do you know?
- [Sonny] What do you got?
- [Vinnie] Pizza.
- [Sonny] Pizza?
- Yeah, Harry says
that the Genoveses
used to hold out of town
contractors and pizza joints.
- Right.
And whose family
does the Cat got?
Patrice is up to his
buns in mozzarella.
Ain't nothin' to it.
Just a couple hundred
pizza joints in this town.
- There's only one
possibility, Rieti's.
You know, where Angelo works.
- [Sonny] Angelo?
- Yeah, you know,
the guy from TV.
Serrera's immigrant we're
beating outta 15 cents,
remember that?
- Oh yeah, yeah, all
right, all right.
[ominous music]
[dramatic music]
Hey, come here!
[speaking foreign langauage]
[speaking foreign langauage]
[speaking foreign langauage]
- Go on, swear on my mother,
gone back to Palermo!
[speaking foreign langauage]
[gun cocks]
Duck town, 18-seater!
Top floor!
[door crashes]
[dramatic music]
- Look at this, man.
Triggering device
for a bomb mechanism.
- [Vinnie] It's a
garage door opener.
Angelo's a prima facie.
[dramatic music]
- You've convinced me.
- You know what, Mr. Serrera,
- I took an oath--
- your political career--
- [Guard] Hold it, hold it.
- Hey, we gotta see Serrera.
- I'll have to call up.
Who are you?
- Let's go.
[dramatic music]
- Too late, man!
[dramatic music]
- This is gonna
be end of me, huh?
'Cause of that mezzamook?
[bomb explodes]
[dramatic music]
[debris clatters]
- Did I do that?
[seagulls crying]
- Hey, Hunch.
What are you doing here?
- Surveilling and
surmising for Mahoney.
- Oh, yeah?
So, what have you
surveilled and surmised?
- That you's too smart
for this business.
- Hey, Hunch, how'd Mahoney
get the nickname No Money?
- When he was a kid, bet
all the money he'd make
in his life that
Patrice couldn't put
a cat in his shorts.
- Save a guy's life,
this is what I get.
I know it was you.
- Pardon?
- Pardon?
Not in this organization, pal.
[upbeat dramatic music]
[light orchestral music]