Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Loose Cannon - full transcript
A psychopathic murderer posing as Sonny's nephew double-crosses Sonny and holds Vinnie's girlfriend Gina hostage.
[dramatic music]
- Mr. Patrice, we've
got major problems.
- Perhaps I should
send some accountants.
- Hey, Pat!
You already sent
me an accountant!
- Perhaps you should
calm yourself, Salvatore.
- You're lucky to get the 5%.
- Do it today, or
Patrice'll have to send
some people to do it for you.
- I Paisley Art Death Stalker.
I walk on the air!
- Pull everybody
off the street now!
Numbers guys, bag
men, we got a rumble!
Everybody!
[upbeat music]
[gentle music]
- It's not even complicated.
Demont is working our territory,
and the deal we have with
him is substandard, yes.
5%.
The next thing you know,
we're getting complaints
from partners who
are stepping up
for the whole 15%.
Now, what should we
tell them, Sonny?
Should we say we're doing
it because he's tougher
than we are, yes?
[pen slams]
- No, Sid.
That's not what we tell them.
What we tell them is to
mind their own business.
Otherwise, we're gonna
start crackin' heads.
You don't know what
we go through down
there with Cecil Demont!
It's like doin'
business on the moon!
- Patrice wants
you to try harder.
Now, he's talked to me about it,
and I said I'd clean it up.
- You do that from your phone
booth at the athletic club?
[hand knocking]
- Excuse me, sir, but Lorenzo's
clothes just got here.
They came by air freight.
What do you want
me to do with them?
- Leave it here, sweetheart.
I haven't figured out
where to park the kid yet.
- Do it today, or
Patrice'll have to send
some people to do it for you.
[tense music]
[light music]
- Oh, look at this.
I gotta drop Pete.
- [Man] Come on, get up there.
- Oh, dem bums! [laughing]
- You're goin' down.
- Ah, you couldn't hit
the ground with both feet.
- Finally get a chance
to give you a bath.
- Uh oh.
- Give me some room.
- Okay, come on, kids,
he can't do this to me.
[crowd cheering]
I'll get back at you for this.
- Oh yeah, what are you
gonna do, Pete, tell Mom?
- Ah, tell Mom! [laughing]
- It's hard to believe
you two are brothers.
- Yeah, I admit it is
kinda hard to believe
with Pete losin' his
hair and his physique
and everything and me
holdin' up so well.
- What holdin' up well?
- [Man] Okay, who's the
next thrower up there?
Come on, eh!
- You and your brother are
very close, aren't you?
- Yeah, we're close.
He used to hear my secrets.
Now he hears my confessions.
That's pretty much
the same thing.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.
- Why do you work
over at that hotel?
- It's a job, you know.
Pays pretty good.
Beats pushin' a hack
or busing tables.
- My mom showed me this
article about Mr. Steelgrave,
they said that he's like some
underworld boss and that...
Look, Vinnie, it's been
a long time for me,
you know, after Alex.
I just can't make
that mistake with you.
I just can't.
- Gina, Mr. Steelgrave
owns a hotel.
I work at the hotel.
I do dumb stuff.
I do stuff like check
how much lettuce
there is on Cobb salad day,
how much veal on veal
piccata day, stuff like that.
I'm like in charge of some
of the vendors, that's all.
All right?
- All right.
- Good, now eat.
Yeah, it was great all
the fathers gettin'
in the dunk like that, huh?
- Yes, Monseigneur
Vintelli had a hard night
thinking on that
before he said yes.
[laughing]
Vinnie, you kinda like
Gina Augustina, huh?
- Yes, Father Terranova, I
kinda like Gina Augustina.
- She told me you were
taking her out again tonight.
Don't make a mistake, Vinnie.
Not with her, okay?
- Pete, I really like her.
I'm not gonna hurt her.
- She's kinda like
walking wounded.
After Alex, she spent most of
her time just staying home.
Finally, she
started coming here.
It's been two years getting
her to where she is!
- Come on, Pete.
- I'm just telling you, okay?
She's been hurt.
She's very special.
And you're packing more than
your share of backstory.
So don't make a mistake, okay?
- Okay, see ya later.
[Vinnie sniffing]
Pshew.
What the hell is in here?
It smells like dog shampoo.
- [chuckles] That's
Lorenzo's stuff.
I had the boys bring
it up to your place
till I figure out
where to part the kid.
- I got an extra bedroom.
You can put him in
here if you want.
- You don't mind?
- Nah.
- It's only for
the summer, Vinnie.
- Sonny, come on, you
didn't tote this thing
up here just to let it
perfume my living room.
- Okay, you got me.
I was hoping you'd be generous.
As usual, you didn't
disappoint me.
[sniffs] Ooh, there's
gotta be a bottle
of broken cologne in here.
You know how these
gindaloons are from Sicily.
They bathe in this
junk. [laughs]
Oh boy, I haven't seen
Lorenzo since he was
five maybe six years old.
I was his big, tough
16-year-old uncle.
Kid cried when his old man
got deported back to Palermo.
[laughs] He was Yankee fan!
- Yeah?
- Yeah, and he liked
the Flintstones.
He was an all-American boy.
He gets in at 5:30.
Thought maybe you'd want
to come down there with me.
We pick him up, we'll
take him out to dinner
after the Cecil Demont thing.
- Uh, I can't, Sonny.
I got a thing on tonight.
- [Sonny] Gina Augustina, right?
We'll take her with.
- Oh, Sonny, she's
a neighborhood girl.
- Hey, Vinnie, is it me?
- No, Sonny, it's not you.
- 'Cause I'll be nice.
I'll be Uncle Sonny.
There'll be no wise talk.
Everything'll be nice.
- Lemme think about it, okay?
So what time is this
Cecil Demont thing?
- 4:30.
- [Vinnie] It's a
mistake, you know.
- Mm, I know.
We're meeting him in a rib
joint called Back Street.
We're not lookin'
for nothin' but talk,
but I want you to
watch my back, Vinnie.
Okay?
This guy's got heavy
muscle, and they're all
not wrapped too
tight in the head.
I don't know what
Demont feeds them,
but it's causing brain damage.
- I'll be right there
with you, Sonny.
- If these moulinyans so
much as shift their weight,
I want you to start pumpin'.
You go for Demont first.
- You got it, Sonny.
[upbeat music]
- They come this
way, two machines.
- Hey, there's a bean
shop over on the left.
- [Sonny] Let's go around.
I want to cruise
the whole block.
- All right now, this is
Jackson on the inside.
They're going around.
You all stay alert.
- [Man On Walkie Talkie]
We be ready, Mr. Jackson.
- We gonna be
seein' a lot of cops
around here once
we open up, Cecil.
- Yeah, I know that's a fact.
Cops'd love to see Mr.
Steelgrave lyin' face
down with his eyes
lookin' up starin'
at the inside of
his pointy head.
You know, they're probably
gonna give us a party.
Gonna make it Cecil
Demont day! [laughs]
- Hmm, there's
nobody on the streets
but nowhere to park
except over there.
I don't know, Sonny,
I don't like it.
- Stay alert you guys.
- [Vinnie] Sonny, it's a setup!
There's guys in the car!
[guns firing]
- Damn.
You tell Molin Hart that we
at war with them gunnies.
It's startin' now!
Ain't no stoppin'!
- This gonna be bad
for business, Cecil!
- I am the Paisley
Art Death Stalker.
I walk on the air!
All who see me cry in wonder.
- Get on the phone!
You tell Carl and Joey
I want them to pull
everybody off the street now!
Numbers guys, bag
men, we got a rummble!
Everybody!
[birds squwaking]
[tense music]
[phone rings]
- Hold on a minute.
It's Patrice on the line.
- You guys wanna excuse me?
This a clean line?
- It's always best to
be careful, Salvatore.
- I'm callin' to
tell you we've got
major problems with the
coconut salesman in Ducktown.
- Perhaps I should
send some accountants.
They look at the ledgers
maybe find what's wrong.
- Hey, Pat!
You already sent
me an accountant!
He's mowing my carpets.
He keeps it up, and I'm
gonna send them back to ya
dressed for church!
- Perhaps you should
calm yourself, Salvatore.
- Yeah, I'm workin' on that.
In the meantime, you tell
Sid his Eisenhower days
ended this afternoon in front
of a rib joint in Ducktown!
- I wouldn't keep
the sales force off
the streets for too long.
A lot of our
partners will squirm.
We're very profit-oriented.
- Yeah, right.
Nice talkin' to you too.
He's pushin' in on me.
The cat's claws are
startin' to show.
That's gotta be him.
Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny!
Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny.
Hey, kid, what's the matter?
Don't you remember 16
Yankee games in one summer?
Boom.
- Yeah.
It's good seein'
you, Uncle Sonny.
- Hey, come on.
All right, all right.
How 'bout this kid, huh?
15 years in Sicily, and
he talks like one of us.
- It's not Tibet.
We get American televison.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
right, The Flintstones.
Yabba Dabba Do!
- Yeah.
Let's get outta here.
- Maybe he'll grow on us.
- You guys come down here
and pick me up in these cars?
- Hey, kid?
Hey, kid?
Come here, come here.
Maybe you should
ease up some, huh?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
You're right, Uncle Sonny.
You got it.
- Okay.
I got a restaurant I thought
I'd take you for dinner.
We're all gonna go.
I'll introduce you
on the way, huh?
- Who are these guys?
- We're having
some problems, kid.
Nothing we can't solve.
So for a while, we're
gonna travel in groups.
- That sounds like fun.
This is a nice
place, Uncle Sonny.
- [Sonny] You like it, huh?
- I like it.
- All right.
We're gonna have a good time.
- I like it a lot.
- Hey, who's this?
- I figured what the hell?
- Sonny, I told ya, she's
a neighborhood girl.
- I told her you
wanted to take her
out to dinner, man.
I sent her flowers.
I got a car for her.
Vinnie, what's the problem?
- The problem is she's
not right for this.
The problem is we
got Cecil roamin'
around lookin' to wreck us.
Not for nothing,
Sonny, but the problem
is you didn't tell me.
- Cecil's not gonna
find us over here
on the New York side.
You got somethin' you
want to say to me, Vinnie?
You want to take Gina and
go, the car's outside.
Your call, pal.
- All right, I'm sorry.
I'm still workin' off the
adrenaline from this afternoon.
I'm a little edgy.
- Yeah, ain't we all?
Huh?
See that, as promised,
I deliver to this table
one Vinnie Terranova.
- Thank you, sir.
- Anytime.
Al right, let's see here.
This, this good-lookin'
kid, this is my
nephew from Sicily, Lorenzo.
Lorenzo, this is
Heidi Kesselman.
She works in the
accounting office
down at the casino, so
don't bruise her hand
or her mind, for that
matter, because it
could cost us money.
Hi, baby.
And this is Chris
Demitri, Lorenzo.
- Hello, Chris.
- You know Vinnie.
- Vinnie.
- And this is Gina Augustina
from the neighborhood, right?
- Right.
- Hello.
- That's Vinnie's steady girl.
All right, Gus, come on, do
the right thing over here.
Don't make me look bad.
Take care of us.
What's everybody
drinking cocktails for?
We'll get some champagne.
So listen, you guys
gotta try the calamari
here and the clams.
The clams sweat they're so good.
Heidi, you look
great tonight, huh?
- [Heidi] Thank you, you
don't look so bad yourself.
- Remind me to give you a raise.
- [Heidi] Okay.
[laughing]
- So what do you
say we take a cab
on this deal, we find a
place, and we go dancing.
- Hey, Lorenzo.
I brought Heidi over
here to be your date.
Gina's with Vinnie.
- So Vinnie takes Heidi,
and I go with Gina.
- Lorenzo, you don't get it.
Gina's with me.
- No, she's with whoever
she says she's with.
I take what I want.
I'm here, and I want her.
- You know maybe you
didn't notice this,
but this is a restaurant,
not a stud farm.
Now, I'm tryin'
to be nice to you,
because you're Sonny's
nephew, but you're
makin' it very difficult.
- Vinnie, take me home, please.
- [Sonny] I'll take you home.
Lorenzo, you can go to the
hotel with Don and Larry.
Come on, girls.
- I guess it's gonna be
you and me after all.
- I got an early day tomorrow.
Maybe we should call it a night.
- Wait out here for me
for a second, all right?
We'll get the car.
I want to talk to Sonny, okay?
Mario, stay with the girls
for a minute, all right?
Sonny, you got a minute?
- Yeah.
I used to take this
kid to ballgames.
I don't get this one, Vinnie.
- What are you completely nuts?
Uh!
Ugh!
- Hey, come on, oh!
Who the hell are you?
- I'm your nephew from
Sicily, Uncle Sonny,
and I've come to learn
the business. [laughs]
[dramatic music]
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I don't know, Sonny.
He's not growin' on me.
What about you?
- You okay?
You want Tommy and
Larry to take Gina home?
- No, I'm all right.
I'm fine.
- Listen, Vinnie.
I'm sorry about Lorenzo.
I'm gonna call Dom in
Sicily, and I'm gonna
find out what happened.
I mean, maybe this kid
turned into a fruitcake
since I knew him.
Maybe Dom sent him
here to get rid of him.
I don't know.
But it don't figure--
- Sonny, I'm gonna let it
go because he's your nephew,
but I want you to tell
him to never stand
behind me, just stay
where I can see him
and to keep his hands in
his pockets, all right?
- You got it.
- And under the
circumstances, maybe it's
not such a good idea
that we share my place.
We might kill each
other over who gets
to use the shower
in the morning.
- I'll take care of it.
- Thank you.
- [Sonny] Let's do it.
- Are you sure you're okay?
- Oh yeah, I'm fine.
It takes more than
an antenna-wielding
maniac to put Vinnie
Terranova on the bench,
especially when he's
out with somebody
as pretty as Gina Augustina.
[gentle music]
- I'm finally somewhere, Vinnie.
I don't know where,
but it's not where
I was two weeks
before I met you,
and it sure is a lot better
than where it used to be.
- Gina, I'm trying to
tell you something,
and you're not listening to me.
I've got a history.
I'm mixed up in things.
I've been in jail.
That's not the
kinda life for you.
- Just answer me one question.
- What?
- Do you care about me?
- You know I do.
That's why I'm telling you this.
- That's all I need for tonight.
- [sighs] I think I
better get outta here.
Why don't you come
sit in the car with me
for a minute, okay?
- I know you got that
for the ride home,
but can I have a sip?
- Oh sure.
One lukewarm coffee, comin' up.
Here.
What's the matter?
- Oh, Alex used to
throw plastic lids
like that without looking.
Said it was all in the wrist.
Said it came from
years on the job,
sitting in parked cars
till three in the morning.
He said that they all
used to do it that way.
- Yeah, with me, it's
just a lucky shot.
I'm just showin' off.
Here, take a sip
before it gets cold.
[sighs] Gina, what am
I gonna do with you?
I know it's not right, but
I do want to see you again.
- [laughs] Maybe
we should ask Pete.
- Maybe we will.
Come here.
[gentle music]
Agent 4587 style section,
date, presence, beautiful.
- How you doin', paleface?
- Not so good.
We're into it with Demont.
You better tell McPike
I need to set up a meet.
Tell him to meet me
in the vacant garage
on Hightower in an hour.
- You got it, Vinnie.
[tense music]
- Well, him is having
a very busy day.
Skirmish in Ducktown,
dinner with the chowder
and violin society and
now a late date with me.
- Didn't you get me any coffee?
- What do you want?
I hate meetings after
midnight in cold garages
with guys I'm not partial to.
- Here, take this and
throw this on the dash.
- What?
- Yeah, go ahead, just
do it like you always do,
without even thinkin' about it.
- Is there a prize?
- Would you just do it?
Well, I'll be damned.
That's one they missed.
- What are you talkin' about?
- Cops.
We sit around for hours
doin' surveillance.
I guess we all flip
our coffee lids
up on the dash like that.
You better tell the
guys at Quantico
to put that in the
training program.
I almost got busted
doin' that tonight.
- You know, you're right.
Every cop or fed I've ever known
sort of does it the same way.
- Yeah.
You know, we got big
problems with Cecil Demont.
- Cecil the Diesel.
The man's been traveling
around on a bent axle
for over 10 years.
Maybe Sonny'll finally do
us a favor and tip him over.
- Listen, what I want you to do
is check with the State
Department and maybe
the Italian police.
I want you to find
out about a guy
named Lorenzo Steelgrave.
He's Sonny's nephew.
He's a U.S. citizen.
He was born here.
He's lived here for
six years before he
moved back to Palermo when his
father Dominic got deported.
- You want to tell me why?
- He's the king of the
bent axle division.
This guy is a real
loose cannon, Frank.
He just showed up
this afternoon,
already he's makin'
people stand back.
- Okay.
Anything else?
- No, that's it.
- All right then, I've
got something for you.
I want you to stay away
from the blue-eyed princess.
She's a civilian
and there are good
reasons why it'll
never work out.
Okay?
- Oh, this is great.
- Her old man,
Alex Augustina was
a wrong number before he died.
- What do you mean
a wrong number?
He was a cop in Brooklyn.
He had emotional problems,
and he killed himself.
- Not so.
He went sour.
The reason he was
chewin' on his gun barrel
in the back of the closet
was because the department
was gonna indict him.
Internal affairs had him cold.
He was on the pad.
- Did she know that?
- All I know is, the
department threw a blanket
over it after he killed himself.
There's nothing to
be gained by dragging
a dead cop's reputation
through the mud.
Whether he told his wife
of not is anybody's guess.
- And it's better
for a cop to go EOW
than to just go bad, right?
- Hey, that is life.
Alex is end of watch,
and you are hustling
a lady who's played
this scene before.
I personally don't
care what you do,
as long as you don't end
up a bent axle yourself,
because then my favorite
fed, Frank McPike,
would develop a problem.
And that I would hate.
- Yeah, well, I'll
keep it in mind.
Listen, I may be
making a cash run
up to Boston in the
next couple of days.
I'll let you know.
But I don't think
we should bust it,
'cause it'll focus too
much heat on me, okay?
- All right.
Call the Lifeguard
when it happens.
I want him to log it.
[tense music]
- Hey, Vinnie!
How you doin'?
You're not still sore
about last night, are ya?
- Yeah, I'm still
sore about last night.
Did Sonny talk to you?
- Yeah.
He said to give
you lots of room,
but I do things my own way.
And I figure since
I'm a Steelgrave
and you're some unmade
guy from nowhere,
it's in your best interest
to settle out with me.
You do things for me,
I take care of you.
- Listen, I think
you're a dangerous guy
with a bad short somewhere.
I want you to stay away from me.
Otherwise, I'm gonna
give you somethin'
you're not gonna
forget for a long time.
You got that?
- Yeah.
I got that.
- Good.
- No wonder Demont
kicked your butt.
Such an invitin' target.
- How you doin', Mr. Royce?
- How am I doing?
A good question.
A better question is
what are we doing?
- This guy is not
long for the planet.
- Sonny, you got
a bigger problem
lounging around out there
in pointed toed shoes.
I don't want to add
to your troubles,
but your nephew just
tried to recruit me.
- What?
- Yeah, right out there
in the outer office.
Come work for me, I take
care of you he says to me.
- What do I do, Vinnie?
This kid's family.
- I don't know, but
you better flag him off
before he hits the wall.
I'm tellin' ya.
- Pass these around, shots
of Cecil and Jackson Jackson
and the other guy's
that work for him.
I want our guys to recognize
their people on sight.
- All right, Sonny.
[upbeat music]
[footsteps approaching]
- Hey, Jackson.
You're number two
idiot down here, right?
Well, I'm Lorenzo Steelgrave,
and I got a proposition for you.
In the next three
minutes, you're either
gonna get very
rich or very dead.
- Man, you crazy
comin' down here.
- Here's the deal.
You can beat the
Steelgraves, especially if
they're bringing Mr. Patrice
from across the river.
But I think I can
change all that.
You and I negotiate a peace.
I put you in charge of
all the Rastafarians.
Mr. Demont gracefully retires,
and we all live
happily ever after.
- So what's the catch?
- You pay me not 5% of
your operation but 15.
I go back and tell Sonny
you're gonna play ball,
and he calls off the war.
- Why would I do that?
- 'Cause I'm gonna
show you how to steal
all the money you
need from Sonny.
And I'm gonna start
with the cash run
he's makin' tomorrow.
I'm gonna give you the route
and the license plates.
You hit the cars
and take the cash.
You give me 15% off
the top and another 15%
of everything you
got goin' down here,
and you're still
ahead of the game
because it's all Sonny's money.
- And Cecil, he just
gonna go for that, huh?
- Oh, why don't we call
him back here and ask him?
Go on, ask him.
- Hey, Cecil.
Cecil, come out
here for a moment.
There's a phone call for ya.
It's important, man.
- Jackson here wants to
take over your operation.
You got a problem with that?
- You dead, mister.
[gun fires]
- Ugh!
- I think he had that
backwards, didn't he, Jackson?
But it's no problem, 'cause
he just gracefully retired.
Now, we'll see if you
got the management
skills to run this
balloon factory.
[gentle music]
- Did you ever want to
just sail straight out
as far as you could till
you found your own island
where nothing was spoiled?
Where there was just
a sea to feed you
and a sun to keep you warm,
and everything was exactly
the way it seemed to be?
Can I trust you, Vinnie?
Can you trust me?
Do we love each other enough
to tell the absolute truth?
- Sometimes the
truth is painful.
The truth doesn't always
set you free, Gina.
Sometimes it can break you.
- There's a lie
between us, Vinnie.
Don't ask me how I
know, but it's there.
I can feel it.
- Gina, I told you what I was.
I told you I was wrong for you,
that I had a past
and a jail record.
- No, this is something
that you haven't told me.
It's that thing
that makes you look
away when we talk
about our future.
It's the pain in your eyes
when we want each other.
Last week, we were looking
in that parking garage
downtown, and we
saw that blue Datsun
that looked just like mine,
and I said there it is.
And you said, "No, your
license number is YKW 985."
- Yeah, so what.
- Yeah, well, Alex
was good at that too.
He could remember
license plates.
I mean, one look and
gee, he'd have it.
And that thing with
the coffee lid.
Just like Alex.
Rubber-soled shoes, that's
all Alex ever used to wear,
rubber-soled shoes.
It didn't matter what they were,
as long as they
had rubber soles.
You wear rubber-soled shoes.
- So I guess Alex and
I had a lot in common.
- Cops wear rubber-soled
shoes in case
they get into some action.
Cops remember license plates.
They throw their coffee
lids on the dash.
Cops, Vinnie.
I lived with one for 10 years.
I watched him look in
the rear view mirror
50 times on his way across
town, just like you.
Cops.
Don't ask me how I
know, but I know.
I can feel it.
I love you, I do, and, in a way,
I wish you were who you
said you were, a crook.
Somehow, that would
just make it better.
I just don't know if
I could take it again.
I just don't know
if I could make it.
- Hey, Gina, it's a lot
more complicated than that.
- Now, just look in my eyes
and tell me it isn't so.
- I'm sorry, Gina.
I was tryin' to
have it both ways.
- Damn you.
- Goodbye, Gina.
Don't hate me.
Remember that I
tried to walk away.
I do love you, and
I won't forget you.
[tense music]
- The car's across town
at Dooley's Garage.
The dough is in it.
You up to this?
You look funny.
- Nah, I'm fine.
What time am I
supposed to get there?
- You get to Boston at 9 a.m.
It's 3:50.
You leave here in 20 minutes.
You roll in there as soon
as the banks open up.
Little Moe and Joey the
Bat'll meet you outside.
You give 'em the
keys to the car,
and you take a cab
to the airport.
- Okay, let's go.
[Rastafarian music]
[tires squealing]
- He be comin'
your way now, mon.
Pull the truck across.
[tires squealing]
[tires squealing]
[guns firing]
[tires squealing]
- The Lifeguard
told me you lost it.
How much was aboard?
- Over 100 grand.
- I'm pullin' you out.
Steelgrave's got to
figure you for this heist.
- Oh now wait a minute, Frank.
Let's think this out.
I am not the only guy
that knew about this run.
There was a half a dozen
guys in the garage,
including Lorenzo.
- Well, that's another
flash bulletin.
Your nutcake is not
Lorenzo Steelgrave.
Lorenzo Steelgrave got
sent to harp class.
They found his body in
the surf off the coast
of Sicily last night.
- So who the hell is he?
- They don't know for sure.
Maybe a guy named
Tony Sanmartano,
and, if it is, you
guys got more trouble
than you bargained for.
- Why?
- Tony Sanmartano's half
American half Italian.
He was a bandit in the hills
of Sicily for five years,
where he killed
people without motive.
Even the guys in the mafia
in Sicily were afraid of him.
He was judged legally insane
and incarcerated in a
mental hospital in Cefalu.
Three weeks ago, he
went over the wall.
They think maybe he was a
stowaway on that freighter,
pitched Lorenzo and took his ID.
- I wonder if Sonny knows.
- I don't know, but,
if he hasn't heard yet,
you can't tell him.
He'll wonder how you found out.
It's gotta come from Dom.
- Yeah, but you gotta
leave me in, Frank.
You gotta let me play it out.
We got enough on Sonny,
but now we got a shot
at Patrice and Mahoney.
- Man, this thing is
beginning to stagger around.
I'm responsible for you.
We got too many loose ends here.
- I tell you what,
Frank, I'll call
the Lifeguard every two hours.
I miss one call,
you come and get me.
Now, I think Sonny'll
cover me on this.
Now, come on, how 'bout it?
Huh?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
You know, I got
one other question.
- Mm?
- Is that your pajama top?
- Yeah, that's my pajama top.
The lines begin to blur
when I work with you, kiddo.
- You were down there all alone,
you blow away Cecil,
and you collect
while his friends
are just standin'
around pickin' lint
out of their ears?
- Yeah.
- You collect the
15%, you just hand it
over to me just like that?
- There are conditions.
You see, I figure without
me, you wouldn't have
money stacked up on
your table there.
You'd have bodies.
I control Demont's guys now.
And I'm thinking 15%
might be a little stiff.
After all, I did all the work.
- What are you doin'?
Are you tryin' to cut yourself
in for a piece of this?
- All I'm saying
is think it over.
You had 5%.
I'm willing to give you 7 1/2.
You're ahead 2 1/2%
percent, the war is over,
and I'll go down and
handle the management
down there so you
don't have to go down
and hassle with the brothers.
- Go on.
- Or I start bringing
the Jamaican brothers
across into Atlantic City.
We parade up and
down the boulevard.
We make the tourists
do the funky chicken.
We heard business up here.
- You know what, Lorenzo?
[tense music]
You got no deal.
You got nothing.
As a matter of fact, you don't
have a place here any more.
You got that?
Come on, bring your
Jamaican buddies down here.
I'll wipe the streets with them.
You got that?
Now, you get the
hell outta here!
You collect your
stuff, and you get out!
[Sid gasps]
- The pin is out,
and, once I drop it,
we're all history.
'Cause where I come from,
death is just another currency.
I think you're soft.
I think you eat
too much good food.
I'm leavin'.
The money is yours,
a one-time payment.
Think it over.
I'll be in touch,
but, if you say no,
I will show you the
currency of death.
[Sid gasps]
- You can come up now, Sid.
It's a toy.
You lost it?
You lost the whole 300 grand?
- Sonny, I told you,
it was Demont's guys.
They hit me 20
miles out of Boston.
- There is no Cecil Demont!
Lorenzo killed him.
He comes back and
tells us he's cuttin'
into our take down there.
Then he threatens
us and walks out,
leaving 160 grand on the table!
He stands in the
doorway and throws a toy
hand grenade in at us!
That was the good part.
You should've seen Sid duck.
He looked like an extra
in the Sands of Iwo Jima.
- Yeah but, Sonny,
don't you get it?
There's no way that
he coulda organized
those guys unless he had
something to give 'em!
- What did he have to give 'em?
- You told him about the run!
He knew about it!
He split the take with 'em,
you get your own money
back, and now he says
from now on he's
part of the deal.
- Nobody would do
anything like that
unless they were crazy!
- Yeah, well, I don't
think we ought to overlook
that as a possibility.
- How 'bout another
possibility, huh?
Vinnie Terranova sittin'
in the front seat
of a station wagon with 300
grand in the spare tire.
He decides to pocket it.
He makes up a story
about the Rastafarian
then comes down here and
tries to get me to buy it!
- Sonny, if you think
that, you better
take your piece out
right now and shoot me.
And if you don't
think it, then shame
on ya for sayin' it.
- Okay.
I had to try it out on ya,
see how you could take it.
This Lorenzo, he'd try anything.
- Hey, Sally.
Where is everybody?
- [Sally] Don't know,
Sonny didn't say.
- He's probably out
lookin' for Lorenzo.
- He's a strange guy, Lorenzo.
He comes in here this
morning and wants
to take me out right
then at 10 a.m.
When I tell him I can't leave,
and he says, "Sure
you can leave.
"I'm a Steelgrave."
Like Sonny's not my boss?
- He's a strange guy, all right.
- So he says, "Well,
I'll just have to take
"somebody else out."
Said he's got some girl
stashed over in Queens.
He's gonna go over to her
place and make her party.
- Wait a minute.
When was that?
- I don't know.
It was before he
went in to see Sonny.
And then he left.
About two hours ago.
[ominous music]
[phone ringing]
[Gina struggling]
- [Gina] No!
Ah!
Oh!
[Gina crying]
- Get off her!
[Gina screams]
[gun fires]
Let her go, Lorenzo!
- No way!
- Make it just you and
me, just like you wanted!
- Forget it!
- One of us doesn't
walk away, come on!
- Vinnie, go away,
he'll kill you!
Go away!
- [Lorenzo] Come on!
[Gina struggling]
[gun fires]
- They found Lorenzo
Steelgrave's body
washed up on the beach.
It's all over now, and
we're gonna find out
what happens to you Sanmartano.
Let her go!
- She dies and then I
tell Sonny you're a cop.
And when he hears that, you die!
- You kill her, I kill you.
You let her go, you can still
cop a plea for soft walls.
You still got a chance
to become an old man,
but you gotta make
your choice right now.
Go on, go wait out in the car.
I'll be out in a minute.
Go on!
[tense music]
Did she tell you?
- I found the letter
she was writing to you.
But, either way, you're through.
Of course, maybe we
could make a trade.
You let me go, and I don't
tell Sonny you're a cop.
You see, 'cause I don't
care if you bust Sonny,
'cause he's nothin' to me.
Nobody can stop me, man.
Sure, they can send me
back to the hospital,
but I'll just run away again.
You see, I'm not crazy.
I'm just different.
I'm smarter and meaner
than all of them.
- Stay where you are.
I'm gonna have to hurt you.
- You don't get it, do you?
You see, you bein' a
cop just makes it easy.
You can't kill me, man.
You gotta arrest me.
You can't even lay a hand on me.
- Don't push me.
- I was arrested in Sicily
for killing one man.
But I've killed over 20.
I killed a man in
a flop house once,
'cause he wouldn't stop snoring.
And you can't do
anything about it.
I'm gonna walk over
there, and I'm gonna
take that gun away from you,
and I'm gonna feed it to you.
Then I'm gonna go to the car,
and I'm gonna get
Gina, and we're gonna
have a little encore.
Maybe I'll kill her.
Yeah, and I'll leave ya
both on the front lawn.
[laughs]
You see, Vinnie, you're
not a killer, man.
You're just a guy
with an attitude.
You can't kill me.
You can't pull the
trigger even now.
[gun fires]
[phone rings]
- Yeah?
- [Pete] It's me.
- How you doin', Pete?
- Gina was just here.
She said she's gonna
get in touch with you.
She said she wants
to take the chance.
- I love her, Pete.
- I know that.
That's why you gotta
do the right thing.
Hey, you there?
- I'm somewhere.
Not where I used to be
and not where I'm goin'.
Gina said that.
She also said there was
a place where everybody
trusted everybody and
there was not deceit.
- Sounds remarkably
like haven to me.
- It sure as hell
ain't Atlantic City.
- I just thought
you ought to know.
- Okay.
Thanks.
[gentle music]
[phone rings]
[upbeat music]
[fanfare music]
- Mr. Patrice, we've
got major problems.
- Perhaps I should
send some accountants.
- Hey, Pat!
You already sent
me an accountant!
- Perhaps you should
calm yourself, Salvatore.
- You're lucky to get the 5%.
- Do it today, or
Patrice'll have to send
some people to do it for you.
- I Paisley Art Death Stalker.
I walk on the air!
- Pull everybody
off the street now!
Numbers guys, bag
men, we got a rumble!
Everybody!
[upbeat music]
[gentle music]
- It's not even complicated.
Demont is working our territory,
and the deal we have with
him is substandard, yes.
5%.
The next thing you know,
we're getting complaints
from partners who
are stepping up
for the whole 15%.
Now, what should we
tell them, Sonny?
Should we say we're doing
it because he's tougher
than we are, yes?
[pen slams]
- No, Sid.
That's not what we tell them.
What we tell them is to
mind their own business.
Otherwise, we're gonna
start crackin' heads.
You don't know what
we go through down
there with Cecil Demont!
It's like doin'
business on the moon!
- Patrice wants
you to try harder.
Now, he's talked to me about it,
and I said I'd clean it up.
- You do that from your phone
booth at the athletic club?
[hand knocking]
- Excuse me, sir, but Lorenzo's
clothes just got here.
They came by air freight.
What do you want
me to do with them?
- Leave it here, sweetheart.
I haven't figured out
where to park the kid yet.
- Do it today, or
Patrice'll have to send
some people to do it for you.
[tense music]
[light music]
- Oh, look at this.
I gotta drop Pete.
- [Man] Come on, get up there.
- Oh, dem bums! [laughing]
- You're goin' down.
- Ah, you couldn't hit
the ground with both feet.
- Finally get a chance
to give you a bath.
- Uh oh.
- Give me some room.
- Okay, come on, kids,
he can't do this to me.
[crowd cheering]
I'll get back at you for this.
- Oh yeah, what are you
gonna do, Pete, tell Mom?
- Ah, tell Mom! [laughing]
- It's hard to believe
you two are brothers.
- Yeah, I admit it is
kinda hard to believe
with Pete losin' his
hair and his physique
and everything and me
holdin' up so well.
- What holdin' up well?
- [Man] Okay, who's the
next thrower up there?
Come on, eh!
- You and your brother are
very close, aren't you?
- Yeah, we're close.
He used to hear my secrets.
Now he hears my confessions.
That's pretty much
the same thing.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.
- Why do you work
over at that hotel?
- It's a job, you know.
Pays pretty good.
Beats pushin' a hack
or busing tables.
- My mom showed me this
article about Mr. Steelgrave,
they said that he's like some
underworld boss and that...
Look, Vinnie, it's been
a long time for me,
you know, after Alex.
I just can't make
that mistake with you.
I just can't.
- Gina, Mr. Steelgrave
owns a hotel.
I work at the hotel.
I do dumb stuff.
I do stuff like check
how much lettuce
there is on Cobb salad day,
how much veal on veal
piccata day, stuff like that.
I'm like in charge of some
of the vendors, that's all.
All right?
- All right.
- Good, now eat.
Yeah, it was great all
the fathers gettin'
in the dunk like that, huh?
- Yes, Monseigneur
Vintelli had a hard night
thinking on that
before he said yes.
[laughing]
Vinnie, you kinda like
Gina Augustina, huh?
- Yes, Father Terranova, I
kinda like Gina Augustina.
- She told me you were
taking her out again tonight.
Don't make a mistake, Vinnie.
Not with her, okay?
- Pete, I really like her.
I'm not gonna hurt her.
- She's kinda like
walking wounded.
After Alex, she spent most of
her time just staying home.
Finally, she
started coming here.
It's been two years getting
her to where she is!
- Come on, Pete.
- I'm just telling you, okay?
She's been hurt.
She's very special.
And you're packing more than
your share of backstory.
So don't make a mistake, okay?
- Okay, see ya later.
[Vinnie sniffing]
Pshew.
What the hell is in here?
It smells like dog shampoo.
- [chuckles] That's
Lorenzo's stuff.
I had the boys bring
it up to your place
till I figure out
where to part the kid.
- I got an extra bedroom.
You can put him in
here if you want.
- You don't mind?
- Nah.
- It's only for
the summer, Vinnie.
- Sonny, come on, you
didn't tote this thing
up here just to let it
perfume my living room.
- Okay, you got me.
I was hoping you'd be generous.
As usual, you didn't
disappoint me.
[sniffs] Ooh, there's
gotta be a bottle
of broken cologne in here.
You know how these
gindaloons are from Sicily.
They bathe in this
junk. [laughs]
Oh boy, I haven't seen
Lorenzo since he was
five maybe six years old.
I was his big, tough
16-year-old uncle.
Kid cried when his old man
got deported back to Palermo.
[laughs] He was Yankee fan!
- Yeah?
- Yeah, and he liked
the Flintstones.
He was an all-American boy.
He gets in at 5:30.
Thought maybe you'd want
to come down there with me.
We pick him up, we'll
take him out to dinner
after the Cecil Demont thing.
- Uh, I can't, Sonny.
I got a thing on tonight.
- [Sonny] Gina Augustina, right?
We'll take her with.
- Oh, Sonny, she's
a neighborhood girl.
- Hey, Vinnie, is it me?
- No, Sonny, it's not you.
- 'Cause I'll be nice.
I'll be Uncle Sonny.
There'll be no wise talk.
Everything'll be nice.
- Lemme think about it, okay?
So what time is this
Cecil Demont thing?
- 4:30.
- [Vinnie] It's a
mistake, you know.
- Mm, I know.
We're meeting him in a rib
joint called Back Street.
We're not lookin'
for nothin' but talk,
but I want you to
watch my back, Vinnie.
Okay?
This guy's got heavy
muscle, and they're all
not wrapped too
tight in the head.
I don't know what
Demont feeds them,
but it's causing brain damage.
- I'll be right there
with you, Sonny.
- If these moulinyans so
much as shift their weight,
I want you to start pumpin'.
You go for Demont first.
- You got it, Sonny.
[upbeat music]
- They come this
way, two machines.
- Hey, there's a bean
shop over on the left.
- [Sonny] Let's go around.
I want to cruise
the whole block.
- All right now, this is
Jackson on the inside.
They're going around.
You all stay alert.
- [Man On Walkie Talkie]
We be ready, Mr. Jackson.
- We gonna be
seein' a lot of cops
around here once
we open up, Cecil.
- Yeah, I know that's a fact.
Cops'd love to see Mr.
Steelgrave lyin' face
down with his eyes
lookin' up starin'
at the inside of
his pointy head.
You know, they're probably
gonna give us a party.
Gonna make it Cecil
Demont day! [laughs]
- Hmm, there's
nobody on the streets
but nowhere to park
except over there.
I don't know, Sonny,
I don't like it.
- Stay alert you guys.
- [Vinnie] Sonny, it's a setup!
There's guys in the car!
[guns firing]
- Damn.
You tell Molin Hart that we
at war with them gunnies.
It's startin' now!
Ain't no stoppin'!
- This gonna be bad
for business, Cecil!
- I am the Paisley
Art Death Stalker.
I walk on the air!
All who see me cry in wonder.
- Get on the phone!
You tell Carl and Joey
I want them to pull
everybody off the street now!
Numbers guys, bag
men, we got a rummble!
Everybody!
[birds squwaking]
[tense music]
[phone rings]
- Hold on a minute.
It's Patrice on the line.
- You guys wanna excuse me?
This a clean line?
- It's always best to
be careful, Salvatore.
- I'm callin' to
tell you we've got
major problems with the
coconut salesman in Ducktown.
- Perhaps I should
send some accountants.
They look at the ledgers
maybe find what's wrong.
- Hey, Pat!
You already sent
me an accountant!
He's mowing my carpets.
He keeps it up, and I'm
gonna send them back to ya
dressed for church!
- Perhaps you should
calm yourself, Salvatore.
- Yeah, I'm workin' on that.
In the meantime, you tell
Sid his Eisenhower days
ended this afternoon in front
of a rib joint in Ducktown!
- I wouldn't keep
the sales force off
the streets for too long.
A lot of our
partners will squirm.
We're very profit-oriented.
- Yeah, right.
Nice talkin' to you too.
He's pushin' in on me.
The cat's claws are
startin' to show.
That's gotta be him.
Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny!
Hey, Lorenzo, it's Uncle Sonny.
Hey, kid, what's the matter?
Don't you remember 16
Yankee games in one summer?
Boom.
- Yeah.
It's good seein'
you, Uncle Sonny.
- Hey, come on.
All right, all right.
How 'bout this kid, huh?
15 years in Sicily, and
he talks like one of us.
- It's not Tibet.
We get American televison.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
right, The Flintstones.
Yabba Dabba Do!
- Yeah.
Let's get outta here.
- Maybe he'll grow on us.
- You guys come down here
and pick me up in these cars?
- Hey, kid?
Hey, kid?
Come here, come here.
Maybe you should
ease up some, huh?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
You're right, Uncle Sonny.
You got it.
- Okay.
I got a restaurant I thought
I'd take you for dinner.
We're all gonna go.
I'll introduce you
on the way, huh?
- Who are these guys?
- We're having
some problems, kid.
Nothing we can't solve.
So for a while, we're
gonna travel in groups.
- That sounds like fun.
This is a nice
place, Uncle Sonny.
- [Sonny] You like it, huh?
- I like it.
- All right.
We're gonna have a good time.
- I like it a lot.
- Hey, who's this?
- I figured what the hell?
- Sonny, I told ya, she's
a neighborhood girl.
- I told her you
wanted to take her
out to dinner, man.
I sent her flowers.
I got a car for her.
Vinnie, what's the problem?
- The problem is she's
not right for this.
The problem is we
got Cecil roamin'
around lookin' to wreck us.
Not for nothing,
Sonny, but the problem
is you didn't tell me.
- Cecil's not gonna
find us over here
on the New York side.
You got somethin' you
want to say to me, Vinnie?
You want to take Gina and
go, the car's outside.
Your call, pal.
- All right, I'm sorry.
I'm still workin' off the
adrenaline from this afternoon.
I'm a little edgy.
- Yeah, ain't we all?
Huh?
See that, as promised,
I deliver to this table
one Vinnie Terranova.
- Thank you, sir.
- Anytime.
Al right, let's see here.
This, this good-lookin'
kid, this is my
nephew from Sicily, Lorenzo.
Lorenzo, this is
Heidi Kesselman.
She works in the
accounting office
down at the casino, so
don't bruise her hand
or her mind, for that
matter, because it
could cost us money.
Hi, baby.
And this is Chris
Demitri, Lorenzo.
- Hello, Chris.
- You know Vinnie.
- Vinnie.
- And this is Gina Augustina
from the neighborhood, right?
- Right.
- Hello.
- That's Vinnie's steady girl.
All right, Gus, come on, do
the right thing over here.
Don't make me look bad.
Take care of us.
What's everybody
drinking cocktails for?
We'll get some champagne.
So listen, you guys
gotta try the calamari
here and the clams.
The clams sweat they're so good.
Heidi, you look
great tonight, huh?
- [Heidi] Thank you, you
don't look so bad yourself.
- Remind me to give you a raise.
- [Heidi] Okay.
[laughing]
- So what do you
say we take a cab
on this deal, we find a
place, and we go dancing.
- Hey, Lorenzo.
I brought Heidi over
here to be your date.
Gina's with Vinnie.
- So Vinnie takes Heidi,
and I go with Gina.
- Lorenzo, you don't get it.
Gina's with me.
- No, she's with whoever
she says she's with.
I take what I want.
I'm here, and I want her.
- You know maybe you
didn't notice this,
but this is a restaurant,
not a stud farm.
Now, I'm tryin'
to be nice to you,
because you're Sonny's
nephew, but you're
makin' it very difficult.
- Vinnie, take me home, please.
- [Sonny] I'll take you home.
Lorenzo, you can go to the
hotel with Don and Larry.
Come on, girls.
- I guess it's gonna be
you and me after all.
- I got an early day tomorrow.
Maybe we should call it a night.
- Wait out here for me
for a second, all right?
We'll get the car.
I want to talk to Sonny, okay?
Mario, stay with the girls
for a minute, all right?
Sonny, you got a minute?
- Yeah.
I used to take this
kid to ballgames.
I don't get this one, Vinnie.
- What are you completely nuts?
Uh!
Ugh!
- Hey, come on, oh!
Who the hell are you?
- I'm your nephew from
Sicily, Uncle Sonny,
and I've come to learn
the business. [laughs]
[dramatic music]
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I don't know, Sonny.
He's not growin' on me.
What about you?
- You okay?
You want Tommy and
Larry to take Gina home?
- No, I'm all right.
I'm fine.
- Listen, Vinnie.
I'm sorry about Lorenzo.
I'm gonna call Dom in
Sicily, and I'm gonna
find out what happened.
I mean, maybe this kid
turned into a fruitcake
since I knew him.
Maybe Dom sent him
here to get rid of him.
I don't know.
But it don't figure--
- Sonny, I'm gonna let it
go because he's your nephew,
but I want you to tell
him to never stand
behind me, just stay
where I can see him
and to keep his hands in
his pockets, all right?
- You got it.
- And under the
circumstances, maybe it's
not such a good idea
that we share my place.
We might kill each
other over who gets
to use the shower
in the morning.
- I'll take care of it.
- Thank you.
- [Sonny] Let's do it.
- Are you sure you're okay?
- Oh yeah, I'm fine.
It takes more than
an antenna-wielding
maniac to put Vinnie
Terranova on the bench,
especially when he's
out with somebody
as pretty as Gina Augustina.
[gentle music]
- I'm finally somewhere, Vinnie.
I don't know where,
but it's not where
I was two weeks
before I met you,
and it sure is a lot better
than where it used to be.
- Gina, I'm trying to
tell you something,
and you're not listening to me.
I've got a history.
I'm mixed up in things.
I've been in jail.
That's not the
kinda life for you.
- Just answer me one question.
- What?
- Do you care about me?
- You know I do.
That's why I'm telling you this.
- That's all I need for tonight.
- [sighs] I think I
better get outta here.
Why don't you come
sit in the car with me
for a minute, okay?
- I know you got that
for the ride home,
but can I have a sip?
- Oh sure.
One lukewarm coffee, comin' up.
Here.
What's the matter?
- Oh, Alex used to
throw plastic lids
like that without looking.
Said it was all in the wrist.
Said it came from
years on the job,
sitting in parked cars
till three in the morning.
He said that they all
used to do it that way.
- Yeah, with me, it's
just a lucky shot.
I'm just showin' off.
Here, take a sip
before it gets cold.
[sighs] Gina, what am
I gonna do with you?
I know it's not right, but
I do want to see you again.
- [laughs] Maybe
we should ask Pete.
- Maybe we will.
Come here.
[gentle music]
Agent 4587 style section,
date, presence, beautiful.
- How you doin', paleface?
- Not so good.
We're into it with Demont.
You better tell McPike
I need to set up a meet.
Tell him to meet me
in the vacant garage
on Hightower in an hour.
- You got it, Vinnie.
[tense music]
- Well, him is having
a very busy day.
Skirmish in Ducktown,
dinner with the chowder
and violin society and
now a late date with me.
- Didn't you get me any coffee?
- What do you want?
I hate meetings after
midnight in cold garages
with guys I'm not partial to.
- Here, take this and
throw this on the dash.
- What?
- Yeah, go ahead, just
do it like you always do,
without even thinkin' about it.
- Is there a prize?
- Would you just do it?
Well, I'll be damned.
That's one they missed.
- What are you talkin' about?
- Cops.
We sit around for hours
doin' surveillance.
I guess we all flip
our coffee lids
up on the dash like that.
You better tell the
guys at Quantico
to put that in the
training program.
I almost got busted
doin' that tonight.
- You know, you're right.
Every cop or fed I've ever known
sort of does it the same way.
- Yeah.
You know, we got big
problems with Cecil Demont.
- Cecil the Diesel.
The man's been traveling
around on a bent axle
for over 10 years.
Maybe Sonny'll finally do
us a favor and tip him over.
- Listen, what I want you to do
is check with the State
Department and maybe
the Italian police.
I want you to find
out about a guy
named Lorenzo Steelgrave.
He's Sonny's nephew.
He's a U.S. citizen.
He was born here.
He's lived here for
six years before he
moved back to Palermo when his
father Dominic got deported.
- You want to tell me why?
- He's the king of the
bent axle division.
This guy is a real
loose cannon, Frank.
He just showed up
this afternoon,
already he's makin'
people stand back.
- Okay.
Anything else?
- No, that's it.
- All right then, I've
got something for you.
I want you to stay away
from the blue-eyed princess.
She's a civilian
and there are good
reasons why it'll
never work out.
Okay?
- Oh, this is great.
- Her old man,
Alex Augustina was
a wrong number before he died.
- What do you mean
a wrong number?
He was a cop in Brooklyn.
He had emotional problems,
and he killed himself.
- Not so.
He went sour.
The reason he was
chewin' on his gun barrel
in the back of the closet
was because the department
was gonna indict him.
Internal affairs had him cold.
He was on the pad.
- Did she know that?
- All I know is, the
department threw a blanket
over it after he killed himself.
There's nothing to
be gained by dragging
a dead cop's reputation
through the mud.
Whether he told his wife
of not is anybody's guess.
- And it's better
for a cop to go EOW
than to just go bad, right?
- Hey, that is life.
Alex is end of watch,
and you are hustling
a lady who's played
this scene before.
I personally don't
care what you do,
as long as you don't end
up a bent axle yourself,
because then my favorite
fed, Frank McPike,
would develop a problem.
And that I would hate.
- Yeah, well, I'll
keep it in mind.
Listen, I may be
making a cash run
up to Boston in the
next couple of days.
I'll let you know.
But I don't think
we should bust it,
'cause it'll focus too
much heat on me, okay?
- All right.
Call the Lifeguard
when it happens.
I want him to log it.
[tense music]
- Hey, Vinnie!
How you doin'?
You're not still sore
about last night, are ya?
- Yeah, I'm still
sore about last night.
Did Sonny talk to you?
- Yeah.
He said to give
you lots of room,
but I do things my own way.
And I figure since
I'm a Steelgrave
and you're some unmade
guy from nowhere,
it's in your best interest
to settle out with me.
You do things for me,
I take care of you.
- Listen, I think
you're a dangerous guy
with a bad short somewhere.
I want you to stay away from me.
Otherwise, I'm gonna
give you somethin'
you're not gonna
forget for a long time.
You got that?
- Yeah.
I got that.
- Good.
- No wonder Demont
kicked your butt.
Such an invitin' target.
- How you doin', Mr. Royce?
- How am I doing?
A good question.
A better question is
what are we doing?
- This guy is not
long for the planet.
- Sonny, you got
a bigger problem
lounging around out there
in pointed toed shoes.
I don't want to add
to your troubles,
but your nephew just
tried to recruit me.
- What?
- Yeah, right out there
in the outer office.
Come work for me, I take
care of you he says to me.
- What do I do, Vinnie?
This kid's family.
- I don't know, but
you better flag him off
before he hits the wall.
I'm tellin' ya.
- Pass these around, shots
of Cecil and Jackson Jackson
and the other guy's
that work for him.
I want our guys to recognize
their people on sight.
- All right, Sonny.
[upbeat music]
[footsteps approaching]
- Hey, Jackson.
You're number two
idiot down here, right?
Well, I'm Lorenzo Steelgrave,
and I got a proposition for you.
In the next three
minutes, you're either
gonna get very
rich or very dead.
- Man, you crazy
comin' down here.
- Here's the deal.
You can beat the
Steelgraves, especially if
they're bringing Mr. Patrice
from across the river.
But I think I can
change all that.
You and I negotiate a peace.
I put you in charge of
all the Rastafarians.
Mr. Demont gracefully retires,
and we all live
happily ever after.
- So what's the catch?
- You pay me not 5% of
your operation but 15.
I go back and tell Sonny
you're gonna play ball,
and he calls off the war.
- Why would I do that?
- 'Cause I'm gonna
show you how to steal
all the money you
need from Sonny.
And I'm gonna start
with the cash run
he's makin' tomorrow.
I'm gonna give you the route
and the license plates.
You hit the cars
and take the cash.
You give me 15% off
the top and another 15%
of everything you
got goin' down here,
and you're still
ahead of the game
because it's all Sonny's money.
- And Cecil, he just
gonna go for that, huh?
- Oh, why don't we call
him back here and ask him?
Go on, ask him.
- Hey, Cecil.
Cecil, come out
here for a moment.
There's a phone call for ya.
It's important, man.
- Jackson here wants to
take over your operation.
You got a problem with that?
- You dead, mister.
[gun fires]
- Ugh!
- I think he had that
backwards, didn't he, Jackson?
But it's no problem, 'cause
he just gracefully retired.
Now, we'll see if you
got the management
skills to run this
balloon factory.
[gentle music]
- Did you ever want to
just sail straight out
as far as you could till
you found your own island
where nothing was spoiled?
Where there was just
a sea to feed you
and a sun to keep you warm,
and everything was exactly
the way it seemed to be?
Can I trust you, Vinnie?
Can you trust me?
Do we love each other enough
to tell the absolute truth?
- Sometimes the
truth is painful.
The truth doesn't always
set you free, Gina.
Sometimes it can break you.
- There's a lie
between us, Vinnie.
Don't ask me how I
know, but it's there.
I can feel it.
- Gina, I told you what I was.
I told you I was wrong for you,
that I had a past
and a jail record.
- No, this is something
that you haven't told me.
It's that thing
that makes you look
away when we talk
about our future.
It's the pain in your eyes
when we want each other.
Last week, we were looking
in that parking garage
downtown, and we
saw that blue Datsun
that looked just like mine,
and I said there it is.
And you said, "No, your
license number is YKW 985."
- Yeah, so what.
- Yeah, well, Alex
was good at that too.
He could remember
license plates.
I mean, one look and
gee, he'd have it.
And that thing with
the coffee lid.
Just like Alex.
Rubber-soled shoes, that's
all Alex ever used to wear,
rubber-soled shoes.
It didn't matter what they were,
as long as they
had rubber soles.
You wear rubber-soled shoes.
- So I guess Alex and
I had a lot in common.
- Cops wear rubber-soled
shoes in case
they get into some action.
Cops remember license plates.
They throw their coffee
lids on the dash.
Cops, Vinnie.
I lived with one for 10 years.
I watched him look in
the rear view mirror
50 times on his way across
town, just like you.
Cops.
Don't ask me how I
know, but I know.
I can feel it.
I love you, I do, and, in a way,
I wish you were who you
said you were, a crook.
Somehow, that would
just make it better.
I just don't know if
I could take it again.
I just don't know
if I could make it.
- Hey, Gina, it's a lot
more complicated than that.
- Now, just look in my eyes
and tell me it isn't so.
- I'm sorry, Gina.
I was tryin' to
have it both ways.
- Damn you.
- Goodbye, Gina.
Don't hate me.
Remember that I
tried to walk away.
I do love you, and
I won't forget you.
[tense music]
- The car's across town
at Dooley's Garage.
The dough is in it.
You up to this?
You look funny.
- Nah, I'm fine.
What time am I
supposed to get there?
- You get to Boston at 9 a.m.
It's 3:50.
You leave here in 20 minutes.
You roll in there as soon
as the banks open up.
Little Moe and Joey the
Bat'll meet you outside.
You give 'em the
keys to the car,
and you take a cab
to the airport.
- Okay, let's go.
[Rastafarian music]
[tires squealing]
- He be comin'
your way now, mon.
Pull the truck across.
[tires squealing]
[tires squealing]
[guns firing]
[tires squealing]
- The Lifeguard
told me you lost it.
How much was aboard?
- Over 100 grand.
- I'm pullin' you out.
Steelgrave's got to
figure you for this heist.
- Oh now wait a minute, Frank.
Let's think this out.
I am not the only guy
that knew about this run.
There was a half a dozen
guys in the garage,
including Lorenzo.
- Well, that's another
flash bulletin.
Your nutcake is not
Lorenzo Steelgrave.
Lorenzo Steelgrave got
sent to harp class.
They found his body in
the surf off the coast
of Sicily last night.
- So who the hell is he?
- They don't know for sure.
Maybe a guy named
Tony Sanmartano,
and, if it is, you
guys got more trouble
than you bargained for.
- Why?
- Tony Sanmartano's half
American half Italian.
He was a bandit in the hills
of Sicily for five years,
where he killed
people without motive.
Even the guys in the mafia
in Sicily were afraid of him.
He was judged legally insane
and incarcerated in a
mental hospital in Cefalu.
Three weeks ago, he
went over the wall.
They think maybe he was a
stowaway on that freighter,
pitched Lorenzo and took his ID.
- I wonder if Sonny knows.
- I don't know, but,
if he hasn't heard yet,
you can't tell him.
He'll wonder how you found out.
It's gotta come from Dom.
- Yeah, but you gotta
leave me in, Frank.
You gotta let me play it out.
We got enough on Sonny,
but now we got a shot
at Patrice and Mahoney.
- Man, this thing is
beginning to stagger around.
I'm responsible for you.
We got too many loose ends here.
- I tell you what,
Frank, I'll call
the Lifeguard every two hours.
I miss one call,
you come and get me.
Now, I think Sonny'll
cover me on this.
Now, come on, how 'bout it?
Huh?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
You know, I got
one other question.
- Mm?
- Is that your pajama top?
- Yeah, that's my pajama top.
The lines begin to blur
when I work with you, kiddo.
- You were down there all alone,
you blow away Cecil,
and you collect
while his friends
are just standin'
around pickin' lint
out of their ears?
- Yeah.
- You collect the
15%, you just hand it
over to me just like that?
- There are conditions.
You see, I figure without
me, you wouldn't have
money stacked up on
your table there.
You'd have bodies.
I control Demont's guys now.
And I'm thinking 15%
might be a little stiff.
After all, I did all the work.
- What are you doin'?
Are you tryin' to cut yourself
in for a piece of this?
- All I'm saying
is think it over.
You had 5%.
I'm willing to give you 7 1/2.
You're ahead 2 1/2%
percent, the war is over,
and I'll go down and
handle the management
down there so you
don't have to go down
and hassle with the brothers.
- Go on.
- Or I start bringing
the Jamaican brothers
across into Atlantic City.
We parade up and
down the boulevard.
We make the tourists
do the funky chicken.
We heard business up here.
- You know what, Lorenzo?
[tense music]
You got no deal.
You got nothing.
As a matter of fact, you don't
have a place here any more.
You got that?
Come on, bring your
Jamaican buddies down here.
I'll wipe the streets with them.
You got that?
Now, you get the
hell outta here!
You collect your
stuff, and you get out!
[Sid gasps]
- The pin is out,
and, once I drop it,
we're all history.
'Cause where I come from,
death is just another currency.
I think you're soft.
I think you eat
too much good food.
I'm leavin'.
The money is yours,
a one-time payment.
Think it over.
I'll be in touch,
but, if you say no,
I will show you the
currency of death.
[Sid gasps]
- You can come up now, Sid.
It's a toy.
You lost it?
You lost the whole 300 grand?
- Sonny, I told you,
it was Demont's guys.
They hit me 20
miles out of Boston.
- There is no Cecil Demont!
Lorenzo killed him.
He comes back and
tells us he's cuttin'
into our take down there.
Then he threatens
us and walks out,
leaving 160 grand on the table!
He stands in the
doorway and throws a toy
hand grenade in at us!
That was the good part.
You should've seen Sid duck.
He looked like an extra
in the Sands of Iwo Jima.
- Yeah but, Sonny,
don't you get it?
There's no way that
he coulda organized
those guys unless he had
something to give 'em!
- What did he have to give 'em?
- You told him about the run!
He knew about it!
He split the take with 'em,
you get your own money
back, and now he says
from now on he's
part of the deal.
- Nobody would do
anything like that
unless they were crazy!
- Yeah, well, I don't
think we ought to overlook
that as a possibility.
- How 'bout another
possibility, huh?
Vinnie Terranova sittin'
in the front seat
of a station wagon with 300
grand in the spare tire.
He decides to pocket it.
He makes up a story
about the Rastafarian
then comes down here and
tries to get me to buy it!
- Sonny, if you think
that, you better
take your piece out
right now and shoot me.
And if you don't
think it, then shame
on ya for sayin' it.
- Okay.
I had to try it out on ya,
see how you could take it.
This Lorenzo, he'd try anything.
- Hey, Sally.
Where is everybody?
- [Sally] Don't know,
Sonny didn't say.
- He's probably out
lookin' for Lorenzo.
- He's a strange guy, Lorenzo.
He comes in here this
morning and wants
to take me out right
then at 10 a.m.
When I tell him I can't leave,
and he says, "Sure
you can leave.
"I'm a Steelgrave."
Like Sonny's not my boss?
- He's a strange guy, all right.
- So he says, "Well,
I'll just have to take
"somebody else out."
Said he's got some girl
stashed over in Queens.
He's gonna go over to her
place and make her party.
- Wait a minute.
When was that?
- I don't know.
It was before he
went in to see Sonny.
And then he left.
About two hours ago.
[ominous music]
[phone ringing]
[Gina struggling]
- [Gina] No!
Ah!
Oh!
[Gina crying]
- Get off her!
[Gina screams]
[gun fires]
Let her go, Lorenzo!
- No way!
- Make it just you and
me, just like you wanted!
- Forget it!
- One of us doesn't
walk away, come on!
- Vinnie, go away,
he'll kill you!
Go away!
- [Lorenzo] Come on!
[Gina struggling]
[gun fires]
- They found Lorenzo
Steelgrave's body
washed up on the beach.
It's all over now, and
we're gonna find out
what happens to you Sanmartano.
Let her go!
- She dies and then I
tell Sonny you're a cop.
And when he hears that, you die!
- You kill her, I kill you.
You let her go, you can still
cop a plea for soft walls.
You still got a chance
to become an old man,
but you gotta make
your choice right now.
Go on, go wait out in the car.
I'll be out in a minute.
Go on!
[tense music]
Did she tell you?
- I found the letter
she was writing to you.
But, either way, you're through.
Of course, maybe we
could make a trade.
You let me go, and I don't
tell Sonny you're a cop.
You see, 'cause I don't
care if you bust Sonny,
'cause he's nothin' to me.
Nobody can stop me, man.
Sure, they can send me
back to the hospital,
but I'll just run away again.
You see, I'm not crazy.
I'm just different.
I'm smarter and meaner
than all of them.
- Stay where you are.
I'm gonna have to hurt you.
- You don't get it, do you?
You see, you bein' a
cop just makes it easy.
You can't kill me, man.
You gotta arrest me.
You can't even lay a hand on me.
- Don't push me.
- I was arrested in Sicily
for killing one man.
But I've killed over 20.
I killed a man in
a flop house once,
'cause he wouldn't stop snoring.
And you can't do
anything about it.
I'm gonna walk over
there, and I'm gonna
take that gun away from you,
and I'm gonna feed it to you.
Then I'm gonna go to the car,
and I'm gonna get
Gina, and we're gonna
have a little encore.
Maybe I'll kill her.
Yeah, and I'll leave ya
both on the front lawn.
[laughs]
You see, Vinnie, you're
not a killer, man.
You're just a guy
with an attitude.
You can't kill me.
You can't pull the
trigger even now.
[gun fires]
[phone rings]
- Yeah?
- [Pete] It's me.
- How you doin', Pete?
- Gina was just here.
She said she's gonna
get in touch with you.
She said she wants
to take the chance.
- I love her, Pete.
- I know that.
That's why you gotta
do the right thing.
Hey, you there?
- I'm somewhere.
Not where I used to be
and not where I'm goin'.
Gina said that.
She also said there was
a place where everybody
trusted everybody and
there was not deceit.
- Sounds remarkably
like haven to me.
- It sure as hell
ain't Atlantic City.
- I just thought
you ought to know.
- Okay.
Thanks.
[gentle music]
[phone rings]
[upbeat music]
[fanfare music]