Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 1, Episode 5 - One on One - full transcript
- I'd love a good-luck kiss.
- If neither one of
us blew in the deal,
it had to have been Sid Royce.
- Why?
- It makes Sonny look
bad with New York,
maybe gets him to think
I'm dirty at the same time.
- Patrice, he's been waiting
to make his move on you.
It's Sid's in his
pocket, he's the guy
you got to worry about, not me.
- I got to worry
about everybody.
- Terranova's got drivers
licenses all up and down
the East Coast, one's
for the Quantico address.
- So what are you saying?
- Quantico's where they
train federal agents.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
- Harry, can I get you anything?
- No no, it's the
dampness, I don't know I,
I'm just not a night person.
Hey, what are you worrying
about, it ain't 11 yet.
- You work through this
guy Cassidy before?
- Yeah, in Philly.
He was moving merchandise with
the Locazi administration.
In those days, it was
of the liquid variety,
you could drink your
excess inventory.
I liked those days best.
I ain't see Cassidy
in nine years.
I thought he was dead.
11 o'clock, Cassidy
standard time.
- Okay boys, check the
crates and load the truck.
Harry!
Is that you?
- It's me.
- I thought you were dead.
- Hey, what's with the Asiatics?
- Hey, you want to
move merchandise on
unregistered trucks,
they're the people to see.
But they make me nervous.
They all carry .45s.
- Well, I like the
way they hustle.
- The thing that you like,
is that they're short.
(police sirens approaching)
- Come on, Harry, come on.
(gun fires)
- No shooting!
(guns firing)
- Come on, Harry, let's
get out of here, move!
(guns firing)
- Throw them down, all of them!
Get your hands in the air, move!
- This is the second deal
this month we've had busted.
I don't like the trend
that's developing.
Sid.
- The merchandise and cash,
which is now in police custody,
represents a loss to
Steelgrave Enterprises
at just over 300,000.
- I gotta buy plots
for two of my men.
- Personnel can
be replaced, yeah?
- Proves what I've always said,
we live in an uncertain world.
- Is that so?
Well, I'm certain that
there were only four of us
who knew those computers
were going to be moved,
and I'm certain that
the cops don't use
a Ouija board as
standard equipment,
all of which leaves
me to be certain
that one of us in this room
is leaking like the Titanic.
One of us is working
for the cops.
And since the 300 large
came out of my pocket,
I'm not a leading contender.
- Hmm.
- What's the matter, Sid, you
don't like my tie or what?
- Despite the hail of gunfire,
you managed to escape,
through a rear exit that
just happened to be open.
To what do you attribute that?
- Prayer.
- Mr. Terranova spend 18 months
in a federal
penitentiary, mm hmm?
My point is, that besides
his criminal record,
we know very little about him.
- Yeah, but we know that
your strings get pulled
by Patrice in New York, so my
vote is you blew in the deal.
- Nobody's interested in the
opinion of the hired help.
- Think about it, Sonny.
If our deal goes bad,
who's better off for it?
Patrice, he's been waiting
to make his move on you.
And Sid's in his
pocket, he's the guy
you gotta worry about, not me.
- I gotta worry about everybody.
- No, you're wrong, Sonny.
You don't have to
worry about me anymore.
If you prove I did
it and you want me
on the corner at
three in the morning,
I'll leave my number
with your secretary.
- I hope you're just not
blowing smoke, Sidney.
The inhalation can kill you.
What's this, what do
you think you're doing?
- Suits are in the bedroom.
Maybe they'll fit
your next hired hand.
- They're yours, Vinnie.
- You paid for them.
- I talked to Sid.
- Well, Sid aint the point.
Everything you asked me
to do, I did for you.
And even somethings
you didn't have to ask.
And it wasn't for the
money or the clothes
or this art gallery you
got me shacked up in.
Sid aint the point,
Sonny, it's you,
it's you and me.
- I feel like a side of beef,
everybody's trying to hack
off their favorite cut.
Patrice in New York,
Mahoney down in Philly.
I got that snake
sitting in the office
where my brother used to be.
I'm fighting for my life here.
Come on.
- Sid's gonna come
down on me hard.
Keep me alive, Sonny.
- We keep each other alive.
- I could walk past you again,
but I'm starting to
wear out the carpet.
Karen Leland.
- How you doing, I'm
Vinnie Terranova.
- Yes, I know.
- So have you worked here long?
- I'm a fundraiser for
the city ballet company.
I've been trying to
convince Mr. Royce
to become a corporate sponsor.
- Oh yeah?
Good luck.
- Our season opens Thursday
night, would you like to come?
We're doing Giselle.
- Giselle?
- Your favorite, right?
- Oh yeah, I never miss it.
- I'll leave a ticket for
you at the box office.
If you can make it, great.
- Okay.
- That the bird from the ballet?
- Yeah.
- She could take the sting
out of being cultured.
(phone rings)
- Yeah, this is Sailor Hardware,
Mike Terranova speaking,
what can I do you for?
- Agent 4587, day code,
style section, 726.
Ident procedure
cellulite, thighs, hips.
- Oh, that sounds like my ex.
How you doing, Vinnie?
- I wanted McPike to
take some telephoto shots
of the computer deal last night,
but that's all I
wanted him to do.
Didn't you get him the message?
- Word for word, son,
did it go down wrong?
- Yeah, we got busted, and now
Sonny's putting me on the grill.
Tell Frank I want to meet
him tonight at 10 o'clock.
- Where do you want the meet?
- At the old amusement
park by the river.
I'll meet him by
the roller coaster.
- He'll be there.
He won't like it,
but he'll be there.
(tense music)
(loud bang)
- Boo.
- Frank.
- No cotton candy?
- Why did you bust
us last night?
- I didn't.
I was up on the roof
playing shutterbug.
I didn't know those
units were going to roll.
- If neither one of
us blew in the deal,
it had to be have
been Sid Royce.
- Why?
- Well, it makes Sonny
look bad with New York,
maybe gets him to think
I'm dirty at the same time.
Unless it was a local
operation all the way.
- Then who tipped them?
- Maybe they got a wire or
somebody under, I don't know.
It is their turf.
- That turf is any donut
joint who gives freebies.
And when it comes
to undercover work,
they guys are
strictly lightweights.
- Suppose they want
to move up in class.
I'm the guy that's
gonna take the fall.
Now what I want you to do
is have a heart to heart
with Yates and find out
what the hell's going on.
- I don't like Yates.
I worry about a
police chief who wants
to be mayor as bad as he does.
- I'm sure he thinks very
highly of you too, Frank.
Now just talk to
him, will you please?
I'll shadow Royce.
- You're not a street cop.
What are you going
to do if Steelgrave
finds you tailing Royce?
- He'll think I'm
doing him a favor.
- Alright.
I'll be in touch.
Thanks for a wonderful evening.
- My pleasure, Frank.
- [Man] I don't want to
spend all night here.
Go over the place one
more time and we're gone.
(drawers opening and
closing in distance)
- You break it, you bought it.
(gun cocks)
- Just stand nice and
still, like a good boy.
We're almost through.
Down and spread 'em.
Come on, let's get out of here.
(tense music)
- Hey, give my best
to Sid, will ya?
- So what'd you find out?
- In his place, nothing.
But Tommy's still got
the PI gig working.
He went through the
computer this afternoon
just for a look see.
Terranova's got drivers licenses
all up and down the East Coast.
- So what?
- One's from Virginia,
with a Quantico address.
- So what are you
saying, he's a Marine?
- You should be so lucky.
Quantico's where they
train federal agents.
Carmine says if New York
puts the squeeze on you,
there's always room for
you with us in Miami.
- Tell Carmine thanks,
but I didn't build this
town up from the swamps
to get squeezed out by anybody.
(door closes)
(phone rings)
- Yeah, what is it?
- Throw on a pair
of pants, Vinnie.
There's a cab waiting
for you downstairs.
- What?
Where we going?
Sonny?
(phone rings)
- Yeah, this is Mike
Terranova, what do you want?
- Uncle Mike, it's Vinnie.
Something's come up.
I won't be able to make it
for breakfast this morning.
- That's too bad.
Listen, you ought to
give us a rain check,
your Aunt Cecilia's
going to be real upset.
- Yeah, tell her I'm sorry,
just one of those things.
I'll call you when I can.
- [Mike] But not at three
o'clock in the morning.
(apprehensive music)
- Get in.
Go.
- So you wanted me
here and I'm here.
Is there a story or what?
- You look nervous, Vincent.
- Yeah, alright, I'm
a little nervous.
Harry told me getting these
calls in the middle of the night
means one of two things.
Either getting a promotion or
a hollow point in the head.
- Harry's got more
brains in his hump
than most guys got
in their whole body.
You never know about
those phone calls.
Could also mean I found
out you blew us in
on that computer deal.
It's the uncertainty
of it all that makes
those little hairs stand up
on the back of your neck.
Harry was right about that too.
We do live in an
uncertain world.
So how's things in
Quantico, Vinnie?
Quantico, a town, Virginia.
- I know.
- I know you know.
What I don't know
is what a guy from New Jersey
who just spent a year
and a half in the joint
is doing with a driver's
license from Virginia.
- Who told you about that?
- I got friends in low places.
- Yeah?
Well not low enough.
They shoulda told you why
I was in the joint
in the first place.
I was running bootleg
smokes out of Carolina.
I had driver's licenses
from every state
in the South and
half of New England.
One cop pulls you over,
you flash a Mississippi,
another cop, you
show him Virginia.
- You could have picked
any town in Virginia.
Why Quantico?
- My Georgia license
is from Macon,
what difference does it make?
- The difference,
the difference, Vincent,
is that that's where
they train feds.
- Are you telling me
that's what this is about?
- That's it, exactly.
- Sonny, give me your wallet.
Come on, I'm not gonna
steal your cash, give.
If you're planning
on dropping me,
consider this my last request.
Alright, what do you go here?
Lot of plastic, Social
Security, what's this?
Membership to a private
dining club in DC?
And here's another one.
To an athletic club, also
in our nation's capital,
which shows your address
as 735 K Street NW.
But Sonny, you live in Jersey.
- I spend a lot of time
there when I get subpoenaed.
- That may be.
But this could also mean
you're living another life.
Maybe that subpoena was just
to show for the newspapers.
Maybe the Justice Department's
got you shacked up
in this place so you can
sing them sweet songs
about the organization.
So you'll walk,
and the rest of us will
get hung up on meat hooks.
- You look tired, Vincent.
We'd better take you home.
- Yeah.
- Want a drink?
- Nah, I don't want a drink.
What do I got to
do for you, Sonny?
What does it take
to prove to you?
You want me to
kill for you again?
- I want you to be
willing to die for me.
- I come real close
every day.
(dramatic music)
- Morning, Yates.
- It's 7:15, McPike,
I didn't think
your heart started
pumping til 10.
- Yeah well, the early worm
catches the bird and all that.
- I told you on the phone,
the only thing you federal
types have any business knowing
is that my department
killed that computer deal
and grabbed $100,000 in cash.
- Yeah well, I'll
give you a cookie.
Now let me tell you
something, Chief Yates.
The only thing you local types
have any business knowing
is that there's a federal
investigation going on.
- Do I have to hear
once more how the OCB
is going to deal Sonny
Steelgrave the blow
from which he'll never recover?
You amaze me, Frank, truly.
After all these years
you still believe
in the fantasy that
Steelgrave and his pizons
can be taken down,
and that it matters.
- Well, we all have
our dreams, Yates.
You dream about sitting behind
a big desk at city hall,
and I want to see this
investigation through.
- What do you have?
Couple of wires, a bug
in Sonny's bedroom?
Gives you nothing.
- That's because every
time your local mole
makes a nickel and dime bust
they sweep themselves clean
and we have to
start from scratch.
You remember Tom Sweeney?
Tom Sweeney was chief up
in Bayone til he started
playing hardball with
one of our operations.
Now I understand he's night
watchman at the Meadowlands.
- You just made an
on the record threat
to a chief of police.
- Nah, that wasn't a threat.
But if you don't pull that
mole, I'm going to use
my federal badge to make sure
even the Meadowlands
won't hire you.
That's a threat.
Morning, breakfast.
Where would you like
me to place this, sir?
- Why not try the table?
- Will there be
anything else, sir?
- No.
- Thank you, sir.
- What are you doing?
- This place probably has
more bugs than a cheap motel.
- I check for bugs
every morning, Frank.
Are you nuts coming down here?
If you get made, I go down.
- Don't you think I know that?
You went on a meet last
night without authorization.
You could have been made.
- Yeah, but if I didn't go,
Sonny would have
known I was dirty.
I just bluffed my
way through it.
- You got a car downstairs
around the corner on Iowa.
You don't pack, you
walk out of here
like you're going
for a newspaper.
- What?
- I'm closing down your program.
Yates knew about
the computer deal
'cause he has a
guy on the inside.
- He told you that?
- I made like I knew,
he didn't even flinch.
- Frank, you can't
pull me out now.
- Now may be the
only chance I have.
If this local mole
keeps blowing deals,
Steelgrave's going
to go over your cover
with a microscope, the
seams are gonna show.
I don't want you to become
the poster child
for rigor mortis.
Not on my watch, anyway.
- Alright, what if
I turn out the mole?
- We're supposed to bring down
Steelgrave, not a local cop.
- Look, Frank, I'm in deeper
than anybody's ever been.
It may take you six
months or a year
to get anybody as close to
him as I've been, maybe never.
But you pull me out now,
you might as well go fishing
'cause hunting season is
over on Sonny Steelgrave.
Now give me a week.
- Two days.
- Five.
- Three.
- Hey Vincent, come
on, I'm waiting for you
downstairs in the
lobby over 10 minutes.
What are you, deaf?
- Yeah, I'm sorry
Sonny, I was just trying
to straighten out
this stenad over here.
Hey look, I told you
scrambled eggs, not poached.
I wanted grapefruit
juice, not orange,
and wheat toast, I
didn't want a bagel.
Other than that,
you were perfect.
- Sir, I'll bring your
breakfast up immediately.
- Hey forget about it, I'm gonna
take him out for breakfast.
Here, go ahead.
- Oh, thank you sir.
- Sonny, you gotta do something
about this room service,
it's terrible.
- I'll get right on it.
Come on, let's go, hurry up.
I want to get out
of here, come on.
(classical music in background)
(indistinct talking)
- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.
- Hi.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Pretty swanky crowd, huh?
- Don't let the
clothes fool you.
I saw four of them stick
gum under their seats.
So, how'd you like
the first act?
- It was pretty good,
but Giselle died.
Does her boyfriend
have to go solo
the rest of the way now or what?
- I don't want to
spoil it for you.
- You don't have to
worry about that.
Sid'll do it for me.
- Ah, a glittering
event, Miss Leland.
I'd like you to
meet my wife Alison.
Darling, Karen Leland.
I've mentioned her
work with the ballet.
- I've been so looking
forward to meeting you.
It's a breathtaking performance,
worthy of Lincoln Center.
- Well, I'm glad
you're enjoying it.
- How are you doing, Mrs. Royce?
I'm Vinnie Terranova.
Nice to see you, Sid.
- I'm sure Steelgrave
Enterprises would be honored
to become a corporate sponsor.
- Well that's wonderful
Mr. Royce, thank you.
- Very generous sponsor, mm hmm.
Shall we, darling?
- So nice to have met you.
- Nice to meet you.
I don't think Sid
likes me too much.
But I think it's
something I can live with.
Thank you.
- So, I started taking
classes when I was three.
I couldn't even
tie my toe shoes.
Madame Spinskaya.
"Stretch out the lines,
"you're supposed to look
like swan, not goose."
I was going to dance on all
the great stages of Europe.
That dream ended when I
contracted an incurable disease.
- What?
- It was puberty.
- Oh.
- Patient recovered
but the dancer died.
You see, when you're five-two
you can be a prima ballerina.
When you're five-five
you can dance
at the back of the stage.
When you're five-seven,
you can be a fundraiser.
- Well, you must be
pretty good at it
if you get anything
out of Royce.
- Well, like any other business,
you have to know your client.
His favorite color, food,
anything that can
give you an edge.
- So what's Sid's
favorite color?
- Beige.
- Oh.
How come I'm not surprised.
- Well say I was trying
to get money out of you.
What would be the most
important thing for me to know?
- Well, that my favorite
is, I don't know, red,
and that I'm broke.
- Not if you work
for Sonny Steelgrave.
I hear he's a very
generous employer.
- Yeah, he treats
me pretty good.
- He must like you.
Not hard to understand.
What is it you do, exactly?
- A little of this,
little of that, you know.
Keeps me busy.
- Too busy to have dinner, say,
tomorrow?
- No.
It isn't that late.
- I've got a big day.
I'm going to present
my proposal to Royce.
But we do have dinner
tomorrow night.
- Yeah.
- No, Sonny thinks
making Harry a courier
is a brilliant idea, mm hmm.
A quarter of a
million in the hands
of that old tubercular...
Look, I'm rather concerned
about this, keep me informed.
Darling, business is
concluded for the day.
- It's about time.
- [Sid] Mm hmm.
- Doesn't your wife mind you
keeping an apartment
in the city?
- Mm, well, Allison
and I have found
to coexist peacefully, we
must coexist separately.
Except on uh,
some public occasions, yes?
My robe is beautiful.
- As soon as I saw the
color, I knew it was you.
- Come here.
So what time should
I come to the office?
- Oh, about 11:30.
Perhaps we can sneak
out for a bite.
- Maybe even lunch.
(Sid chuckles)
See you in the shower.
(water running)
- Morning, Mr. Royce,
let me get you a cab.
(doorman whistles)
(uneasy music)
- McPike called me at
four in the morning
and he showed up here just
after the crack of dawn.
He'd never have done that
unless he has a man under.
This could complicate
things for us,
so don't take any unnecessary--
- I want out, Donald, now.
- We're close.
Karen, we're close to bringing
Sonny Steelgrave down.
- Then do it.
- We don't have enough
to tie the knot.
- When?
- Soon, that's why your
work is so important.
- My work (scoffs).
The kind of work I do, women
get arrested every night.
- You're a police officer
on special assignment.
- Say it in English, Donald.
I'm a whore for the department.
- It was understood
that you would do
what was necessary
in order to develop
the information.
You can get to Royce in
ways, in ways that we can't.
- I wake up in the
morning feeling like,
like if I scrape my
skin completely off,
I still wouldn't be clean.
- How clean do you think
you feel when you put a gun
three free from someone's
head and pull the trigger?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- That there can be worse
things than what you're doing.
Richard Abramson,
white male, 37.
Freelance writer doing a
series of magazine pieces
on the Steelgrave
organization's intrusion into
the vending machine business
in the state of New Jersey.
Three days ago, he
went to start his car.
There wasn't enough left
of him to put in a shoebox.
Karen,
I can't order you to
continue, I can't.
I, I don't even have
the right to ask.
All I can do is hope
that your commitment
to bringing down
Sonny Steelgrave
is strong enough
to keep you going.
For just a little while longer.
- Marty.
I know you tried to bring
him up with the right values,
but if the kid don't
want to run numbers,
there's nothing you
can do about it.
(laughs)
Uh huh.
Listen, I gotta go, my
accountant just walked in,
looks like he broke
his calculator.
- Well, the police have
taken Harry into custody.
- And the money.
- The money.
- Who got him, uniforms
or plain clothesmen?
- Both.
They erected a roadblock
on the turnpike.
Now, if you'll
remember, I advised
that we not use Harry to
transport the money, hmm?
- Harry was the
perfect suitcase.
But somebody was watching him,
and knew when to grab him.
Damn it, Sid, it had to
come from the inside!
- Well, the OCB's
been harassing you
ever since you opened
the casino doors.
I mean, they've probably got
listening devices
in every room--
- We have the place
debugged once a week.
- There is, um,
one way to find out
who's breaching security.
I assume you're familiar with
the OCB's man in the city.
- Frank McPike.
I never had the pleasure.
- My suggestion would
be to abduct him,
extract the necessary
information,
and then dispose of him, mm hmm.
- Is that what they taught
you in business school?
You knock off an OCB
field supervisor,
they'll bring so much
heat down on you,
you'll look like a briquette.
- I'm not advocating the
use of our own people.
We could bring in
outside help to do--
- No no no no, we
lay low for a while.
Even if it means I gotta
debug this place every day,
we lay low, we
don't touch McPike.
It's not just bad business,
it's plain stupid,
Sid, and you know it.
So instead of screwing
things up further,
why don't you call Ketchell
and bail Harry out?
No, we leave McPike alone.
- Hey, I'm about to go
into the lion's den.
I'd love a good luck kiss.
You wanna step into
a closet somewhere?
- You'll do okay.
- I wore red.
- I thought Sid's
color was beige,
or can't you make up your
mind who you're working on?
You think Royce is serious
about taking down McPike?
- You ever see him
fooling around?
- You considering it?
- I'd like to see
McPike walking around
with a new mouth we cut him.
- I don't know, Sonny.
You take down McPike,
especially after the bust
in the warehouse and
them snatching Harry,
Feds are going to be all over
us with everything they got.
- I like the way
you think, Vinnie.
That's what I told Sid.
I get any healthier,
I'm gonna drop dead.
- Yes, mm hmm.
Well, take him to the laundry,
see what comes out in the rinse.
If he's uncooperative,
call the electrician.
But if he does talk,
you make sure he's well enough
to inform his people that uh,
Mr. S was responsible.
I'm sorry, darling,
couldn't be helped.
We'll be staying up
for a little time, yes?
- Did you get anything
on Karen Leland?
- Yeah, she's a fundraiser
for the city ballet company.
Her family bleeds
the blue juice,
real social register types.
- You better get
ahold of McPike.
Tell him Sid Royce might
be trying to get to.
(knocking on door)
- Come on Vinnie, let's
go, I'm starving, come on.
- Yeah and Paris Red across the
board in the sixth, alright?
Yeah, thanks.
- I'm telling you, Vinnie,
those nags will eat you alive.
- Nah, I got a great tip
in the paddock yesterday.
- The only thing I ever
got out of the paddock
gotta scrape off the bottom
of my shoes, let's go.
- Say pay, you know the
way to Grover Street?
I'm not real good with
directions, Frank.
Why don't you get in
the car and show me.
(tense music)
- Dad, Dad!
- Who's your mole, Frank?
- Tell us the name, or
you go for another swim.
- Yeah, chubby, you're
unlucky, I got a drip dry suit.
- Okay, bring him up.
- Now we'll ask you again.
- [Vinnie] Ident procedure,
vinegar, ribs, pepper.
- Vinnie, we got
a bad situation.
- Get ahold of McPike
as fast as you can.
Royce may be sending some guys--
- Vinnie, listen to me.
There's no telling Frank
anything, he's been grabbed.
Now the RD wants to pull you
in case they force
Frank to give you up.
- Isn't he sending
somebody after him?
- That I don't know.
But here's another flash.
That background
check on Karen Leland
was very definitely wrong.
Her real name's Karen Maloy.
She's Atlantic City
Police, gold badge.
- Thanks.
- Hey, I've been wondering--
- Save it.
- What are you doing?
- I know the drill,
Karen, you're a local cop
and you're under.
- Are, are you out of your m--
- You've been pillow
talking Royce.
I saw you come out of his place.
Now I'm with the OCB, and
I am under deep cover.
Now because of the
deals that you blew in,
your boyfriend Sid just
grabbed my mother hen
and he's going to try
and make him give me up.
Believe me, Karen, if I was
really working with Sonny,
you'd be dead by now.
Now where's McPike?
- I don't know.
- Karen.
- I don't know.
- Think, Karen.
Now maybe Sid didn't say
anything to you directly.
It could have been a phone call,
maybe something that
you overheard him
say to somebody else.
Maybe he didn't say anything
about the grab at all.
Did he mention something about
holding somebody someplace,
like in a junkyard
or in warehouse?
- A laundry.
He was on the phone.
He said, bring
him to the laundry
and see what comes
out in the rinse.
- Well, which laundry,
there could be a hundred.
- Where are we going?
- To the docks.
Anybody knows who's got
that laundry, it's Harry.
- I'll drive.
- You're not working this one.
- We're both cops, Vinnie.
I'm working.
- Steelgrave doesn't care how
long we keep at this, Frank.
So do yourself a favor,
and give us the name.
- Yeah, what name is that?
- We've got a man coming.
The electrician.
Now what he can show
you about the wonders
of modern science,
you don't want to see.
- That's what I'm saying,
the great common denominators
of people everywhere.
Death, exactors,
and dirty laundry.
- Didn't Sonny and
Patrice get into it?
- Back in Chi, Scarface
and O'Banion knocked off
half each others muscle
over the issue of laundry.
- Wasn't Sonny trying
to corner the market
in Atlantic City, though?
- Except Patrice
wouldn't let him.
That's why Pat the Cat let
Sonny have the little ones
and kept the
biggest for himself.
How come you are so
fascinated with this subject?
- Harry, you're always
telling me to learn more
about the business.
Now which laundry did
Patrice keep for himself?
- You've probably
seen it, that monster
on Decatur and Fifth.
- Alright, thanks Harry,
I'll see you later.
- As I understand it,
gentlemen, the point is
to extract information,
not life itself.
Roll up his sleeves.
(tense music)
Attach this to the power source.
You'll remain conscious
the whole time.
The pain will be excruciating.
You'll feel as if
your entire body
is being torn
open, inch by inch.
- Oh yeah?
Well don't sugarcoat it.
- Tell them what
they want to know.
(Frank screams)
- I never planned
for it to happen.
We needed the information.
- So sleeping with Sid was part
of the job description, huh?
- No.
No, the job description
was make him vulnerable,
win his trust,
then take him down.
Sound familiar?
- We're not doing
the same thing.
- We're going after
the same results,
so we trade away a
part of ourselves,
and if you don't think
you've done it, think again.
But that really isn't it, is it?
Sex.
I'm a woman, and I use sex
to unlock someone's secrets.
If I were a man,
I'd be James Bond.
- Playing 007 with me
too when you thought
I was on Sonny's payroll?
- That's the way it started.
Okay, I admit it,
it's dirty and sleazy
and I'll never tell my mother.
But I thought you of all people
would at least
try to understand.
I hate it, every second of it.
But what I hated even
more was the idea
that it could get easy,
that I could find enough reasons
so I wouldn't hate it quite
so much the next time,
that I'd traded away
so much of myself that
there wasn't anything left.
- This will localize
the additional voltage.
The effect will be to
heighten the intensity and,
unfortunately, the level of
discomfort will increase.
- The guy you're
trying to protect,
think about him real good.
Think he'd go
through this for you?
- Attach that to those
contacts at the terminal.
(Frank screams)
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
- Frank, it's Vinnie.
Frank?
Karen!
- I'm right here.
- Oh, Vinnie.
Do me a favor, don't
ask if I'm okay.
- Frank, I gotta
ask you something.
Am I okay, did you give me up?
- No but,
I was never good at small talk.
- Hey, Vinnie.
Pull up your tutu and
get a load of this.
She was a cop.
All that ballet was a cover.
Next one comes around looking
for a corporate donation
is going to get an express
ride down the elevator shaft.
- Oh, you've seen it already?
Well, fortunately for us, I've
had a certain payroll clerk
at city hall on a
weekly stipend, mm hmm.
It seems Miss Leland was cashing
police department checks?
- Feared dead, Sidney?
- Their fears are well-founded.
Two gentlemen from Boston
did an excellent job, yes?
- Sidney.
You cast aspersions
on Vinnie's character,
you accused him of disloyalty.
I think you owe him
an apology, don't you?
- I
apologize.
- Mm mm mm.
Hope you didn't give
her that donation.
Mm, I'm telling you, Vinnie,
culture can be a
dangerous thing.
- Frank, I called it, didn't I?
That story in the
paper was just a plant?
Yates said he was going to
relocate her down south.
They printed the story just
to cover the move, right?
- She was supposed
to leave for Florida
three days ago with a
couple for Yates' men.
She never showed, Vinnie.
(melancholy music)
(dramatic music)
- If neither one of
us blew in the deal,
it had to have been Sid Royce.
- Why?
- It makes Sonny look
bad with New York,
maybe gets him to think
I'm dirty at the same time.
- Patrice, he's been waiting
to make his move on you.
It's Sid's in his
pocket, he's the guy
you got to worry about, not me.
- I got to worry
about everybody.
- Terranova's got drivers
licenses all up and down
the East Coast, one's
for the Quantico address.
- So what are you saying?
- Quantico's where they
train federal agents.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
- Harry, can I get you anything?
- No no, it's the
dampness, I don't know I,
I'm just not a night person.
Hey, what are you worrying
about, it ain't 11 yet.
- You work through this
guy Cassidy before?
- Yeah, in Philly.
He was moving merchandise with
the Locazi administration.
In those days, it was
of the liquid variety,
you could drink your
excess inventory.
I liked those days best.
I ain't see Cassidy
in nine years.
I thought he was dead.
11 o'clock, Cassidy
standard time.
- Okay boys, check the
crates and load the truck.
Harry!
Is that you?
- It's me.
- I thought you were dead.
- Hey, what's with the Asiatics?
- Hey, you want to
move merchandise on
unregistered trucks,
they're the people to see.
But they make me nervous.
They all carry .45s.
- Well, I like the
way they hustle.
- The thing that you like,
is that they're short.
(police sirens approaching)
- Come on, Harry, come on.
(gun fires)
- No shooting!
(guns firing)
- Come on, Harry, let's
get out of here, move!
(guns firing)
- Throw them down, all of them!
Get your hands in the air, move!
- This is the second deal
this month we've had busted.
I don't like the trend
that's developing.
Sid.
- The merchandise and cash,
which is now in police custody,
represents a loss to
Steelgrave Enterprises
at just over 300,000.
- I gotta buy plots
for two of my men.
- Personnel can
be replaced, yeah?
- Proves what I've always said,
we live in an uncertain world.
- Is that so?
Well, I'm certain that
there were only four of us
who knew those computers
were going to be moved,
and I'm certain that
the cops don't use
a Ouija board as
standard equipment,
all of which leaves
me to be certain
that one of us in this room
is leaking like the Titanic.
One of us is working
for the cops.
And since the 300 large
came out of my pocket,
I'm not a leading contender.
- Hmm.
- What's the matter, Sid, you
don't like my tie or what?
- Despite the hail of gunfire,
you managed to escape,
through a rear exit that
just happened to be open.
To what do you attribute that?
- Prayer.
- Mr. Terranova spend 18 months
in a federal
penitentiary, mm hmm?
My point is, that besides
his criminal record,
we know very little about him.
- Yeah, but we know that
your strings get pulled
by Patrice in New York, so my
vote is you blew in the deal.
- Nobody's interested in the
opinion of the hired help.
- Think about it, Sonny.
If our deal goes bad,
who's better off for it?
Patrice, he's been waiting
to make his move on you.
And Sid's in his
pocket, he's the guy
you gotta worry about, not me.
- I gotta worry about everybody.
- No, you're wrong, Sonny.
You don't have to
worry about me anymore.
If you prove I did
it and you want me
on the corner at
three in the morning,
I'll leave my number
with your secretary.
- I hope you're just not
blowing smoke, Sidney.
The inhalation can kill you.
What's this, what do
you think you're doing?
- Suits are in the bedroom.
Maybe they'll fit
your next hired hand.
- They're yours, Vinnie.
- You paid for them.
- I talked to Sid.
- Well, Sid aint the point.
Everything you asked me
to do, I did for you.
And even somethings
you didn't have to ask.
And it wasn't for the
money or the clothes
or this art gallery you
got me shacked up in.
Sid aint the point,
Sonny, it's you,
it's you and me.
- I feel like a side of beef,
everybody's trying to hack
off their favorite cut.
Patrice in New York,
Mahoney down in Philly.
I got that snake
sitting in the office
where my brother used to be.
I'm fighting for my life here.
Come on.
- Sid's gonna come
down on me hard.
Keep me alive, Sonny.
- We keep each other alive.
- I could walk past you again,
but I'm starting to
wear out the carpet.
Karen Leland.
- How you doing, I'm
Vinnie Terranova.
- Yes, I know.
- So have you worked here long?
- I'm a fundraiser for
the city ballet company.
I've been trying to
convince Mr. Royce
to become a corporate sponsor.
- Oh yeah?
Good luck.
- Our season opens Thursday
night, would you like to come?
We're doing Giselle.
- Giselle?
- Your favorite, right?
- Oh yeah, I never miss it.
- I'll leave a ticket for
you at the box office.
If you can make it, great.
- Okay.
- That the bird from the ballet?
- Yeah.
- She could take the sting
out of being cultured.
(phone rings)
- Yeah, this is Sailor Hardware,
Mike Terranova speaking,
what can I do you for?
- Agent 4587, day code,
style section, 726.
Ident procedure
cellulite, thighs, hips.
- Oh, that sounds like my ex.
How you doing, Vinnie?
- I wanted McPike to
take some telephoto shots
of the computer deal last night,
but that's all I
wanted him to do.
Didn't you get him the message?
- Word for word, son,
did it go down wrong?
- Yeah, we got busted, and now
Sonny's putting me on the grill.
Tell Frank I want to meet
him tonight at 10 o'clock.
- Where do you want the meet?
- At the old amusement
park by the river.
I'll meet him by
the roller coaster.
- He'll be there.
He won't like it,
but he'll be there.
(tense music)
(loud bang)
- Boo.
- Frank.
- No cotton candy?
- Why did you bust
us last night?
- I didn't.
I was up on the roof
playing shutterbug.
I didn't know those
units were going to roll.
- If neither one of
us blew in the deal,
it had to be have
been Sid Royce.
- Why?
- Well, it makes Sonny
look bad with New York,
maybe gets him to think
I'm dirty at the same time.
Unless it was a local
operation all the way.
- Then who tipped them?
- Maybe they got a wire or
somebody under, I don't know.
It is their turf.
- That turf is any donut
joint who gives freebies.
And when it comes
to undercover work,
they guys are
strictly lightweights.
- Suppose they want
to move up in class.
I'm the guy that's
gonna take the fall.
Now what I want you to do
is have a heart to heart
with Yates and find out
what the hell's going on.
- I don't like Yates.
I worry about a
police chief who wants
to be mayor as bad as he does.
- I'm sure he thinks very
highly of you too, Frank.
Now just talk to
him, will you please?
I'll shadow Royce.
- You're not a street cop.
What are you going
to do if Steelgrave
finds you tailing Royce?
- He'll think I'm
doing him a favor.
- Alright.
I'll be in touch.
Thanks for a wonderful evening.
- My pleasure, Frank.
- [Man] I don't want to
spend all night here.
Go over the place one
more time and we're gone.
(drawers opening and
closing in distance)
- You break it, you bought it.
(gun cocks)
- Just stand nice and
still, like a good boy.
We're almost through.
Down and spread 'em.
Come on, let's get out of here.
(tense music)
- Hey, give my best
to Sid, will ya?
- So what'd you find out?
- In his place, nothing.
But Tommy's still got
the PI gig working.
He went through the
computer this afternoon
just for a look see.
Terranova's got drivers licenses
all up and down the East Coast.
- So what?
- One's from Virginia,
with a Quantico address.
- So what are you
saying, he's a Marine?
- You should be so lucky.
Quantico's where they
train federal agents.
Carmine says if New York
puts the squeeze on you,
there's always room for
you with us in Miami.
- Tell Carmine thanks,
but I didn't build this
town up from the swamps
to get squeezed out by anybody.
(door closes)
(phone rings)
- Yeah, what is it?
- Throw on a pair
of pants, Vinnie.
There's a cab waiting
for you downstairs.
- What?
Where we going?
Sonny?
(phone rings)
- Yeah, this is Mike
Terranova, what do you want?
- Uncle Mike, it's Vinnie.
Something's come up.
I won't be able to make it
for breakfast this morning.
- That's too bad.
Listen, you ought to
give us a rain check,
your Aunt Cecilia's
going to be real upset.
- Yeah, tell her I'm sorry,
just one of those things.
I'll call you when I can.
- [Mike] But not at three
o'clock in the morning.
(apprehensive music)
- Get in.
Go.
- So you wanted me
here and I'm here.
Is there a story or what?
- You look nervous, Vincent.
- Yeah, alright, I'm
a little nervous.
Harry told me getting these
calls in the middle of the night
means one of two things.
Either getting a promotion or
a hollow point in the head.
- Harry's got more
brains in his hump
than most guys got
in their whole body.
You never know about
those phone calls.
Could also mean I found
out you blew us in
on that computer deal.
It's the uncertainty
of it all that makes
those little hairs stand up
on the back of your neck.
Harry was right about that too.
We do live in an
uncertain world.
So how's things in
Quantico, Vinnie?
Quantico, a town, Virginia.
- I know.
- I know you know.
What I don't know
is what a guy from New Jersey
who just spent a year
and a half in the joint
is doing with a driver's
license from Virginia.
- Who told you about that?
- I got friends in low places.
- Yeah?
Well not low enough.
They shoulda told you why
I was in the joint
in the first place.
I was running bootleg
smokes out of Carolina.
I had driver's licenses
from every state
in the South and
half of New England.
One cop pulls you over,
you flash a Mississippi,
another cop, you
show him Virginia.
- You could have picked
any town in Virginia.
Why Quantico?
- My Georgia license
is from Macon,
what difference does it make?
- The difference,
the difference, Vincent,
is that that's where
they train feds.
- Are you telling me
that's what this is about?
- That's it, exactly.
- Sonny, give me your wallet.
Come on, I'm not gonna
steal your cash, give.
If you're planning
on dropping me,
consider this my last request.
Alright, what do you go here?
Lot of plastic, Social
Security, what's this?
Membership to a private
dining club in DC?
And here's another one.
To an athletic club, also
in our nation's capital,
which shows your address
as 735 K Street NW.
But Sonny, you live in Jersey.
- I spend a lot of time
there when I get subpoenaed.
- That may be.
But this could also mean
you're living another life.
Maybe that subpoena was just
to show for the newspapers.
Maybe the Justice Department's
got you shacked up
in this place so you can
sing them sweet songs
about the organization.
So you'll walk,
and the rest of us will
get hung up on meat hooks.
- You look tired, Vincent.
We'd better take you home.
- Yeah.
- Want a drink?
- Nah, I don't want a drink.
What do I got to
do for you, Sonny?
What does it take
to prove to you?
You want me to
kill for you again?
- I want you to be
willing to die for me.
- I come real close
every day.
(dramatic music)
- Morning, Yates.
- It's 7:15, McPike,
I didn't think
your heart started
pumping til 10.
- Yeah well, the early worm
catches the bird and all that.
- I told you on the phone,
the only thing you federal
types have any business knowing
is that my department
killed that computer deal
and grabbed $100,000 in cash.
- Yeah well, I'll
give you a cookie.
Now let me tell you
something, Chief Yates.
The only thing you local types
have any business knowing
is that there's a federal
investigation going on.
- Do I have to hear
once more how the OCB
is going to deal Sonny
Steelgrave the blow
from which he'll never recover?
You amaze me, Frank, truly.
After all these years
you still believe
in the fantasy that
Steelgrave and his pizons
can be taken down,
and that it matters.
- Well, we all have
our dreams, Yates.
You dream about sitting behind
a big desk at city hall,
and I want to see this
investigation through.
- What do you have?
Couple of wires, a bug
in Sonny's bedroom?
Gives you nothing.
- That's because every
time your local mole
makes a nickel and dime bust
they sweep themselves clean
and we have to
start from scratch.
You remember Tom Sweeney?
Tom Sweeney was chief up
in Bayone til he started
playing hardball with
one of our operations.
Now I understand he's night
watchman at the Meadowlands.
- You just made an
on the record threat
to a chief of police.
- Nah, that wasn't a threat.
But if you don't pull that
mole, I'm going to use
my federal badge to make sure
even the Meadowlands
won't hire you.
That's a threat.
Morning, breakfast.
Where would you like
me to place this, sir?
- Why not try the table?
- Will there be
anything else, sir?
- No.
- Thank you, sir.
- What are you doing?
- This place probably has
more bugs than a cheap motel.
- I check for bugs
every morning, Frank.
Are you nuts coming down here?
If you get made, I go down.
- Don't you think I know that?
You went on a meet last
night without authorization.
You could have been made.
- Yeah, but if I didn't go,
Sonny would have
known I was dirty.
I just bluffed my
way through it.
- You got a car downstairs
around the corner on Iowa.
You don't pack, you
walk out of here
like you're going
for a newspaper.
- What?
- I'm closing down your program.
Yates knew about
the computer deal
'cause he has a
guy on the inside.
- He told you that?
- I made like I knew,
he didn't even flinch.
- Frank, you can't
pull me out now.
- Now may be the
only chance I have.
If this local mole
keeps blowing deals,
Steelgrave's going
to go over your cover
with a microscope, the
seams are gonna show.
I don't want you to become
the poster child
for rigor mortis.
Not on my watch, anyway.
- Alright, what if
I turn out the mole?
- We're supposed to bring down
Steelgrave, not a local cop.
- Look, Frank, I'm in deeper
than anybody's ever been.
It may take you six
months or a year
to get anybody as close to
him as I've been, maybe never.
But you pull me out now,
you might as well go fishing
'cause hunting season is
over on Sonny Steelgrave.
Now give me a week.
- Two days.
- Five.
- Three.
- Hey Vincent, come
on, I'm waiting for you
downstairs in the
lobby over 10 minutes.
What are you, deaf?
- Yeah, I'm sorry
Sonny, I was just trying
to straighten out
this stenad over here.
Hey look, I told you
scrambled eggs, not poached.
I wanted grapefruit
juice, not orange,
and wheat toast, I
didn't want a bagel.
Other than that,
you were perfect.
- Sir, I'll bring your
breakfast up immediately.
- Hey forget about it, I'm gonna
take him out for breakfast.
Here, go ahead.
- Oh, thank you sir.
- Sonny, you gotta do something
about this room service,
it's terrible.
- I'll get right on it.
Come on, let's go, hurry up.
I want to get out
of here, come on.
(classical music in background)
(indistinct talking)
- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.
- Hi.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Pretty swanky crowd, huh?
- Don't let the
clothes fool you.
I saw four of them stick
gum under their seats.
So, how'd you like
the first act?
- It was pretty good,
but Giselle died.
Does her boyfriend
have to go solo
the rest of the way now or what?
- I don't want to
spoil it for you.
- You don't have to
worry about that.
Sid'll do it for me.
- Ah, a glittering
event, Miss Leland.
I'd like you to
meet my wife Alison.
Darling, Karen Leland.
I've mentioned her
work with the ballet.
- I've been so looking
forward to meeting you.
It's a breathtaking performance,
worthy of Lincoln Center.
- Well, I'm glad
you're enjoying it.
- How are you doing, Mrs. Royce?
I'm Vinnie Terranova.
Nice to see you, Sid.
- I'm sure Steelgrave
Enterprises would be honored
to become a corporate sponsor.
- Well that's wonderful
Mr. Royce, thank you.
- Very generous sponsor, mm hmm.
Shall we, darling?
- So nice to have met you.
- Nice to meet you.
I don't think Sid
likes me too much.
But I think it's
something I can live with.
Thank you.
- So, I started taking
classes when I was three.
I couldn't even
tie my toe shoes.
Madame Spinskaya.
"Stretch out the lines,
"you're supposed to look
like swan, not goose."
I was going to dance on all
the great stages of Europe.
That dream ended when I
contracted an incurable disease.
- What?
- It was puberty.
- Oh.
- Patient recovered
but the dancer died.
You see, when you're five-two
you can be a prima ballerina.
When you're five-five
you can dance
at the back of the stage.
When you're five-seven,
you can be a fundraiser.
- Well, you must be
pretty good at it
if you get anything
out of Royce.
- Well, like any other business,
you have to know your client.
His favorite color, food,
anything that can
give you an edge.
- So what's Sid's
favorite color?
- Beige.
- Oh.
How come I'm not surprised.
- Well say I was trying
to get money out of you.
What would be the most
important thing for me to know?
- Well, that my favorite
is, I don't know, red,
and that I'm broke.
- Not if you work
for Sonny Steelgrave.
I hear he's a very
generous employer.
- Yeah, he treats
me pretty good.
- He must like you.
Not hard to understand.
What is it you do, exactly?
- A little of this,
little of that, you know.
Keeps me busy.
- Too busy to have dinner, say,
tomorrow?
- No.
It isn't that late.
- I've got a big day.
I'm going to present
my proposal to Royce.
But we do have dinner
tomorrow night.
- Yeah.
- No, Sonny thinks
making Harry a courier
is a brilliant idea, mm hmm.
A quarter of a
million in the hands
of that old tubercular...
Look, I'm rather concerned
about this, keep me informed.
Darling, business is
concluded for the day.
- It's about time.
- [Sid] Mm hmm.
- Doesn't your wife mind you
keeping an apartment
in the city?
- Mm, well, Allison
and I have found
to coexist peacefully, we
must coexist separately.
Except on uh,
some public occasions, yes?
My robe is beautiful.
- As soon as I saw the
color, I knew it was you.
- Come here.
So what time should
I come to the office?
- Oh, about 11:30.
Perhaps we can sneak
out for a bite.
- Maybe even lunch.
(Sid chuckles)
See you in the shower.
(water running)
- Morning, Mr. Royce,
let me get you a cab.
(doorman whistles)
(uneasy music)
- McPike called me at
four in the morning
and he showed up here just
after the crack of dawn.
He'd never have done that
unless he has a man under.
This could complicate
things for us,
so don't take any unnecessary--
- I want out, Donald, now.
- We're close.
Karen, we're close to bringing
Sonny Steelgrave down.
- Then do it.
- We don't have enough
to tie the knot.
- When?
- Soon, that's why your
work is so important.
- My work (scoffs).
The kind of work I do, women
get arrested every night.
- You're a police officer
on special assignment.
- Say it in English, Donald.
I'm a whore for the department.
- It was understood
that you would do
what was necessary
in order to develop
the information.
You can get to Royce in
ways, in ways that we can't.
- I wake up in the
morning feeling like,
like if I scrape my
skin completely off,
I still wouldn't be clean.
- How clean do you think
you feel when you put a gun
three free from someone's
head and pull the trigger?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- That there can be worse
things than what you're doing.
Richard Abramson,
white male, 37.
Freelance writer doing a
series of magazine pieces
on the Steelgrave
organization's intrusion into
the vending machine business
in the state of New Jersey.
Three days ago, he
went to start his car.
There wasn't enough left
of him to put in a shoebox.
Karen,
I can't order you to
continue, I can't.
I, I don't even have
the right to ask.
All I can do is hope
that your commitment
to bringing down
Sonny Steelgrave
is strong enough
to keep you going.
For just a little while longer.
- Marty.
I know you tried to bring
him up with the right values,
but if the kid don't
want to run numbers,
there's nothing you
can do about it.
(laughs)
Uh huh.
Listen, I gotta go, my
accountant just walked in,
looks like he broke
his calculator.
- Well, the police have
taken Harry into custody.
- And the money.
- The money.
- Who got him, uniforms
or plain clothesmen?
- Both.
They erected a roadblock
on the turnpike.
Now, if you'll
remember, I advised
that we not use Harry to
transport the money, hmm?
- Harry was the
perfect suitcase.
But somebody was watching him,
and knew when to grab him.
Damn it, Sid, it had to
come from the inside!
- Well, the OCB's
been harassing you
ever since you opened
the casino doors.
I mean, they've probably got
listening devices
in every room--
- We have the place
debugged once a week.
- There is, um,
one way to find out
who's breaching security.
I assume you're familiar with
the OCB's man in the city.
- Frank McPike.
I never had the pleasure.
- My suggestion would
be to abduct him,
extract the necessary
information,
and then dispose of him, mm hmm.
- Is that what they taught
you in business school?
You knock off an OCB
field supervisor,
they'll bring so much
heat down on you,
you'll look like a briquette.
- I'm not advocating the
use of our own people.
We could bring in
outside help to do--
- No no no no, we
lay low for a while.
Even if it means I gotta
debug this place every day,
we lay low, we
don't touch McPike.
It's not just bad business,
it's plain stupid,
Sid, and you know it.
So instead of screwing
things up further,
why don't you call Ketchell
and bail Harry out?
No, we leave McPike alone.
- Hey, I'm about to go
into the lion's den.
I'd love a good luck kiss.
You wanna step into
a closet somewhere?
- You'll do okay.
- I wore red.
- I thought Sid's
color was beige,
or can't you make up your
mind who you're working on?
You think Royce is serious
about taking down McPike?
- You ever see him
fooling around?
- You considering it?
- I'd like to see
McPike walking around
with a new mouth we cut him.
- I don't know, Sonny.
You take down McPike,
especially after the bust
in the warehouse and
them snatching Harry,
Feds are going to be all over
us with everything they got.
- I like the way
you think, Vinnie.
That's what I told Sid.
I get any healthier,
I'm gonna drop dead.
- Yes, mm hmm.
Well, take him to the laundry,
see what comes out in the rinse.
If he's uncooperative,
call the electrician.
But if he does talk,
you make sure he's well enough
to inform his people that uh,
Mr. S was responsible.
I'm sorry, darling,
couldn't be helped.
We'll be staying up
for a little time, yes?
- Did you get anything
on Karen Leland?
- Yeah, she's a fundraiser
for the city ballet company.
Her family bleeds
the blue juice,
real social register types.
- You better get
ahold of McPike.
Tell him Sid Royce might
be trying to get to.
(knocking on door)
- Come on Vinnie, let's
go, I'm starving, come on.
- Yeah and Paris Red across the
board in the sixth, alright?
Yeah, thanks.
- I'm telling you, Vinnie,
those nags will eat you alive.
- Nah, I got a great tip
in the paddock yesterday.
- The only thing I ever
got out of the paddock
gotta scrape off the bottom
of my shoes, let's go.
- Say pay, you know the
way to Grover Street?
I'm not real good with
directions, Frank.
Why don't you get in
the car and show me.
(tense music)
- Dad, Dad!
- Who's your mole, Frank?
- Tell us the name, or
you go for another swim.
- Yeah, chubby, you're
unlucky, I got a drip dry suit.
- Okay, bring him up.
- Now we'll ask you again.
- [Vinnie] Ident procedure,
vinegar, ribs, pepper.
- Vinnie, we got
a bad situation.
- Get ahold of McPike
as fast as you can.
Royce may be sending some guys--
- Vinnie, listen to me.
There's no telling Frank
anything, he's been grabbed.
Now the RD wants to pull you
in case they force
Frank to give you up.
- Isn't he sending
somebody after him?
- That I don't know.
But here's another flash.
That background
check on Karen Leland
was very definitely wrong.
Her real name's Karen Maloy.
She's Atlantic City
Police, gold badge.
- Thanks.
- Hey, I've been wondering--
- Save it.
- What are you doing?
- I know the drill,
Karen, you're a local cop
and you're under.
- Are, are you out of your m--
- You've been pillow
talking Royce.
I saw you come out of his place.
Now I'm with the OCB, and
I am under deep cover.
Now because of the
deals that you blew in,
your boyfriend Sid just
grabbed my mother hen
and he's going to try
and make him give me up.
Believe me, Karen, if I was
really working with Sonny,
you'd be dead by now.
Now where's McPike?
- I don't know.
- Karen.
- I don't know.
- Think, Karen.
Now maybe Sid didn't say
anything to you directly.
It could have been a phone call,
maybe something that
you overheard him
say to somebody else.
Maybe he didn't say anything
about the grab at all.
Did he mention something about
holding somebody someplace,
like in a junkyard
or in warehouse?
- A laundry.
He was on the phone.
He said, bring
him to the laundry
and see what comes
out in the rinse.
- Well, which laundry,
there could be a hundred.
- Where are we going?
- To the docks.
Anybody knows who's got
that laundry, it's Harry.
- I'll drive.
- You're not working this one.
- We're both cops, Vinnie.
I'm working.
- Steelgrave doesn't care how
long we keep at this, Frank.
So do yourself a favor,
and give us the name.
- Yeah, what name is that?
- We've got a man coming.
The electrician.
Now what he can show
you about the wonders
of modern science,
you don't want to see.
- That's what I'm saying,
the great common denominators
of people everywhere.
Death, exactors,
and dirty laundry.
- Didn't Sonny and
Patrice get into it?
- Back in Chi, Scarface
and O'Banion knocked off
half each others muscle
over the issue of laundry.
- Wasn't Sonny trying
to corner the market
in Atlantic City, though?
- Except Patrice
wouldn't let him.
That's why Pat the Cat let
Sonny have the little ones
and kept the
biggest for himself.
How come you are so
fascinated with this subject?
- Harry, you're always
telling me to learn more
about the business.
Now which laundry did
Patrice keep for himself?
- You've probably
seen it, that monster
on Decatur and Fifth.
- Alright, thanks Harry,
I'll see you later.
- As I understand it,
gentlemen, the point is
to extract information,
not life itself.
Roll up his sleeves.
(tense music)
Attach this to the power source.
You'll remain conscious
the whole time.
The pain will be excruciating.
You'll feel as if
your entire body
is being torn
open, inch by inch.
- Oh yeah?
Well don't sugarcoat it.
- Tell them what
they want to know.
(Frank screams)
- I never planned
for it to happen.
We needed the information.
- So sleeping with Sid was part
of the job description, huh?
- No.
No, the job description
was make him vulnerable,
win his trust,
then take him down.
Sound familiar?
- We're not doing
the same thing.
- We're going after
the same results,
so we trade away a
part of ourselves,
and if you don't think
you've done it, think again.
But that really isn't it, is it?
Sex.
I'm a woman, and I use sex
to unlock someone's secrets.
If I were a man,
I'd be James Bond.
- Playing 007 with me
too when you thought
I was on Sonny's payroll?
- That's the way it started.
Okay, I admit it,
it's dirty and sleazy
and I'll never tell my mother.
But I thought you of all people
would at least
try to understand.
I hate it, every second of it.
But what I hated even
more was the idea
that it could get easy,
that I could find enough reasons
so I wouldn't hate it quite
so much the next time,
that I'd traded away
so much of myself that
there wasn't anything left.
- This will localize
the additional voltage.
The effect will be to
heighten the intensity and,
unfortunately, the level of
discomfort will increase.
- The guy you're
trying to protect,
think about him real good.
Think he'd go
through this for you?
- Attach that to those
contacts at the terminal.
(Frank screams)
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
- Frank, it's Vinnie.
Frank?
Karen!
- I'm right here.
- Oh, Vinnie.
Do me a favor, don't
ask if I'm okay.
- Frank, I gotta
ask you something.
Am I okay, did you give me up?
- No but,
I was never good at small talk.
- Hey, Vinnie.
Pull up your tutu and
get a load of this.
She was a cop.
All that ballet was a cover.
Next one comes around looking
for a corporate donation
is going to get an express
ride down the elevator shaft.
- Oh, you've seen it already?
Well, fortunately for us, I've
had a certain payroll clerk
at city hall on a
weekly stipend, mm hmm.
It seems Miss Leland was cashing
police department checks?
- Feared dead, Sidney?
- Their fears are well-founded.
Two gentlemen from Boston
did an excellent job, yes?
- Sidney.
You cast aspersions
on Vinnie's character,
you accused him of disloyalty.
I think you owe him
an apology, don't you?
- I
apologize.
- Mm mm mm.
Hope you didn't give
her that donation.
Mm, I'm telling you, Vinnie,
culture can be a
dangerous thing.
- Frank, I called it, didn't I?
That story in the
paper was just a plant?
Yates said he was going to
relocate her down south.
They printed the story just
to cover the move, right?
- She was supposed
to leave for Florida
three days ago with a
couple for Yates' men.
She never showed, Vinnie.
(melancholy music)
(dramatic music)