Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 1, Episode 9 - No One Gets Out of Here Alive - full transcript
(dramatic pop music)
- [Narrator] Last
week on Wiseguy.
- I wanna talk to your
father about this.
That okay with you?
- Sonny!
- You're sending
Marys into the Bronx,
that'll make things difficult.
- Mm-hmm.
- You've been inside Sonny's
organization for six months,
who's got soul of a Judas?
- I think that we can
get to his right hand.
- Yes, Mr. Patrice.
Terranova's seducible.
- You happy in Atlantic City?
- It's all right.
- All right is not happy.
- I'm not sure I know
what happiness is.
- Everybody's going
over to Pat the Cat.
Think it's time you
join 'em, Vinnie.
- I don't that's a
good idea, Sonny.
- That's what I
put you there for.
I stay one step ahead of
him, I could beat him.
- This is the one
we wanted, Frank.
The biggest fish
on the east coast.
- You know how hard it is to
get a conviction on conspiracy?
- What do you want me to do?
- We're gonna hit Sonny
the morning of his wedding
at seven o'clock.
I need you to smuggle in
some hardware to Scalisi.
- I'll take care
of it, Don Patrice.
- I'd like to thank Paul
for givin' us a nice spread.
- [Group] Yeah!
(applauding)
- Thanks, Pat.
(muffled gun firing)
- So I hold out my hand to
those of you who feel isolated,
and invite you to
join my family.
(crowd chattering)
Hey Vinnie?
- What?
- Why didn't you tell me
Patrice was gonna hit me?
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(heartbeat thumping)
(door thumping shut)
Mornin', Sidney.
How you doin' in there?
(muffled groaning)
Why, Vinnie?
Why didn't you tell me, huh?
You were gonna be my best man.
Time for Paul to leave.
What were you thinking?
That you can give
me up to Patrice
and he'd give you my action?
Time's up, Terranova.
What?
You waitin' for the day shift?
There's nobody comin' through
that door to save you, pal.
(weapons clicking)
- [Voice On Radio] Green team,
I 70 Warfield leader, roger.
- [Voice On Radio]
Warfield, roger green team.
Stand by on I 70.
- [Voice On Radio] Turn
flight blockade, roger.
- [Voice On Radio]
Roger on the blockade.
Roger, exit two.
- I'm gonna act
as point man here
to coordinate for
Justice Department.
- Oh, that's a good idea.
- All right, line up, line up!
On the double!
We're ready, McPike.
- All right, listen up.
We're about to arrest the
wealthiest criminal slime
in America.
They're fat, they're sassy.
They have no interest
in risking their lives
to avoid the inconvenience
of being booked.
They'll do their
fighting in court
with high ticket attorneys.
Now, this operation can
go down without a shot.
I don't want anybody
to make a mistake
that'll trigger a fire
fight, is that understood?
(group mumbles agreement)
Thank you.
- What was that all about?
- I have a man to protect.
- Whenever you're ready.
- Gentlemen,
let's do it.
(engines roaring)
(tires squealing)
- All I kept thinking about was,
once this deal was set,
and Patrice was mine,
you were going south on me!
It doesn't add up.
(objects crashing)
How can you be a Judas
Iscariot for this Roman?
This, this is what greed
without respect for
other men gets you!
Scum.
(water splashing)
- You're gonna kill me.
- Isn't that what you
were gonna do to me?
- No!
- No!
You weren't conspiring
with this man?
- You've been holdin'
out on me, Sonny.
All this game playin'.
So I figured I'm
caught in the middle
of a death dance
between you and Patrice.
And then it hit me.
The only guy at this table that
didn't see Vinnie Terranova
as expendable is
Vinnie Terranova.
(knocking on door)
- [Aldo] Sonny, it's Aldo.
(Sonny chuckling)
You need this?
- Plant him someplace ugly.
(engines revving loudly)
(steady rock music)
(Aldo singing
along incoherently)
(tires squealing)
You're nothing, Vinnie.
You're nothing to me.
You look at that watch again
I'll kill you where you stand!
You'd have stuck that
knife right in my back,
right through my heart,
and watch the life
race out of my eyes.
What did I do to
deserve that, huh?
I'm not gonna kill you, not now.
I want you to go
somewhere and disappear.
Somewhere I can't
find you on those days
when I think about that
you were my Brutus.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
- Get outta there!
Sonny, get outta there,
all hell's broke loose!
- Oh, Aldo, hold on,
I can't hear you,
you're screaming.
- The cops are comin'!
Feds!
- Feds.
- [Aldo] 12, 13, 15 cars!
They're on the reservoir road!
(dramatic music)
- You're a cop, aren't you?
A cop!
I'll kill you, you bastard!
(dishes crashing)
I'll kill ya!
(suspenseful music)
(loud grunting)
(engine starting)
(tires squealing)
- Get out!
- [Man] Hey, what?
- Get out!
(tires squealing)
(suspenseful music)
- Cop.
Cop!
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- What?
What?
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- What, what!
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- Shut up.
(screaming)
- Two minute warning.
(engines revving)
- Come on!
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up!
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up.
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up.
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Hey, kid!
Give me some gas!
Come on!
(tires squealing)
Come on, fill it up,
what are you waitin' for?
- I need some money.
Hey!
I gotta have some money first.
- Want money, huh?
Money?
Come here.
Come here, I'll
give you the money.
Come here, come here.
Here, $1500 worth of golf clubs,
plus the bag for
$10 worth of gas.
Okay?
- Okay.
- [Sonny] Good, go ahead, here.
- You've got the
gas, relax, okay!
- [Sonny] Put the
gas in the car!
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- Lock up that stairwell!
And seal the office.
You sit down.
Sit down!
- [Man] McPike!
- Morning, gentlemen.
- You guys want breakfast?
(dramatic music)
(gun clicking)
(muffled shrieking)
- Hold it!
There's somebody in there.
(shrieking)
- Red team.
- Perimeter secure.
- Blue team.
- Grounds secured.
- Green team?
- All rooms secured.
We got a stiff,
looks like Scalisi.
- Black team.
- Two rooms to go.
(explosion blasting)
(guns firing)
- What is that?
Black team!
- Hall secure.
Gonna need the ambulance.
One of ours.
- Who's got Steelgrave
and Patrice?
Where are Steelgrave
and Patrice?
(dishes crashing)
Where is Steelgrave?
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(engine hesitating)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(tires squealing)
- [Vinnie] Sonny!
(quiet pop music)
(Vinnie groaning)
- [Sonny] Ha!
Ah, ah!
(doors rattling)
- Give it up, Sonny!
- Stay away from me, Vinnie.
Rat bastard!
(loud thumping)
(flesh pounding)
(flesh pounding)
(thumping)
(both yelling)
(breathing heavily)
(loud thumping)
(quiet talking on police radio)
- We got a short count.
Patrice, Steelgrave,
Terranova, and one Aldo Baglia.
Well, well, well, the boys.
You know, Harry,
six months is the same as
life for old coot like you.
You talk to me, you
walk right outta here.
- I didn't get to be an old
coot playing footsie with geeks.
- Oh, Harry, you're
a sweetheart.
- Detective.
- I could cut your throat so's
you drown in your own blood.
- Now, now, now, now, now.
It's been a tough
morning on all of us.
Patrice and Steelgrave.
- And your man Terranova.
- Why they're all my men, Sid.
I got the warrants to prove it.
Unless you wanna spend two hours
in a sealed police meat wagon
with Frick and Frack there,
you better talk fast.
- Look,
those men will kill me.
- Yeah, I can see that.
- Then help me, yes?
Federal witness program.
I want immunity.
- Well I want eternal
life myself, Sid,
but right now I'm just
gettin' ticked off.
And I guarantee you,
me in a bad mood
is the surest way
to no immunity,
no Federal Witness Program,
and No Money Mahoney
as a bunkmate.
- Look,
I know Terranova's
a Federal agent.
Uh-huh.
Look, do you have a superior
officer around here?
- Excuse me, Sid.
Now it may not
have dawned on you,
but your life has
taken a nasty turn.
Now, you got something to sell,
you better dress it up,
put it in the window,
or I'm gonna buy
some place else.
- There is no place else.
- From a salesman who's
not facing capital charges
on the murder of Atlantic
City detective Karen Malloy.
- Frank?
Better get up here.
Look at this, Frank.
It'll make your day.
- [Sonny] A man who
is isolated, is empty.
(muffled gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(thumping)
(groaning)
(panting)
(both groaning)
(flesh pounding)
(suspenseful music)
(dishes crashing)
- [Aldo] Sonny, what's goin' on?
Sonny, run, you're
gonna get nailed!
Get out of there!
- I want bloodhounds
to sweep the perimeter.
- Why dogs?
- I've got two guys that
hightailed it on foot.
- Steelgrave and Terranova?
- Yeah.
- You don't need dogs.
I got two guys outside
reporting stolen vehicles.
They ID'ed Terranova
and Steelgrave.
- What vehicles?
- Late model silver
Chrysler LeBaron convertible
and an old pickup.
- All right, now,
as in immediately,
I want a full bore search.
Choppers, infrared equipment,
all available vehicles,
say within 200 miles.
I want a 13 state spread,
federal, state, and local.
Facts, photos on
Steelgrave and Terranova.
I want a separate
run on Aldo Baglia.
Well, what?
- What about Patrice?
- You forget Patrice!
He's a memory!
A fond one for you gentlemen.
Oh, Rochester?
Light's a little flat,
but you guys are
gonna love the action.
- I'm the most
cooperative man you know.
I have a photographic
memory, yes?
I have numbers of
accounts he has!
Accounts he doesn't
even know he has!
Please, keep them away from me.
- Sidney, you know
that's impossible.
- [Voice On Radio] We
got two limos comin'.
- My family.
- Disarm and detain the men
and send the little women home.
- You know, I got
a family too, pal.
And you don't give
a damn about 'em.
(tires squealing)
Miss Baglia?
- Where's my father?
- He's here, he's fine.
I'm sorry, you can't
see him right now.
- Why?
- He's under arrest.
- My brother?
- Your brother's a fugitive.
- Sonny?
- Steelgrave is a fugitive
on a murder warrant.
- Foul pig!
(thumping)
On my wedding day you do this!
On my wedding day!
On my wedding to my Sonny!
- Theresa!
- Daddy!
- Don't you posture.
Steelgrave and Terranova,
where would they run?
- I don't know.
- Aldo.
- Not even for my Theresa.
- Daddy!
(upbeat rock music)
(shovel cracking the ground)
(dramatic music)
(body thumping)
(dramatic music)
- Whoa, Pat.
Look at this!
That's beautiful, babe.
What we talkin' here,
five, six carets D flawless?
Yeah!
Perfect cut.
(grunting)
- Ooh, (mumbles) hold on.
Chill out for one second.
This is gonna work,
Pat (mumbles).
(upbeat rock music)
- Let's get these men processed!
- I owe somebody, these
guys aren't goin' anywhere
until I make good.
- Frank,
you've run a good operation,
but I'm gonna flag on this one.
Delaying puts a conviction,
even the program, at risk!
- Darrell, you
take a look around.
Terranova delivered in spades.
Now, I'm not gonna
turn my back on him
because things got outta hand.
- We're batting 900.
- Darrell, that's unacceptable.
Terranova is still out there.
Now he hasn't called in,
that means he's either dead
or he's still
chasin' Steelgrave.
- Hey, this ain't
right, I'm starvin'.
You gotta feed us!
- You give me Terranova?
- I told you, I don't know!
- Then you shut your fat mouth!
(sighing)
- Third possibility, Terranova
took off with Steelgrave.
- Darrell, you're
a good bureaucrat.
Heavy action for you is the
whirlpool of the agency toilets.
Now, this is a mop up
operation in a war zone.
You be a good guy and
leave it the warriors.
- What are you
doin' to find him?
- Sir, I am doing everything!
(dramatic music)
(helicopter blades rumbling)
(grunting and groaning)
(helicopter blades
rumbling in distance)
- Just a matter of time.
(Sonny grunting)
- [Vinnie] What are
doing, what are you, nuts?
You're gonna
electrocute yourself!
- [Sonny] Wouldn't
that make you happy?
(metal slamming)
- Ah!
(crickets chirping)
Hey!
- Yeah, go ahead
man, send it home.
- Come on, leave 'em alone.
Where you goin'?
- Brazil.
Where am I goin'?
There's a bar up there.
With any luck, I'll
drink myself to death.
(groaning loudly)
(spitting)
I don't like bein' stared at.
- What is this place?
- Your friends are
gonna be here soon.
So why don't you wait
in the other room?
- Maybe I want a drink.
- My father used to force
people to place these things.
Now they're retro chic.
What'd your old man do?
- What difference does it make?
- Not successful, huh?
- He had a bakery route.
- [Sonny] In Brooklyn?
- Yeah.
- Connected guy.
- He drove a bread
truck, Sonny, that's it.
- [Sonny] In Brooklyn, mm-hmm.
- It was close to home.
- And once a week ward
meetings at the social club.
- You're wrong, it was a job!
- Where they'd total the
take of the betting slips
and see who was performing well,
and offer 'em a shot at
the telephone action,
big chance to be a bookie.
Papa Terranova just
stayed in that truck
and played it safe.
Your old man was
a connected guy.
Working class street operator
who never made it to the curb.
You can't take it that he was
just another nickel and dimer
so you made a career out of
bringin' down guys like me
who made it to
the folding money.
- That's good, Sonny.
You're gonna need
a lot of fantasies.
- How'd your old man die?
- He had a heart attack.
- My old man,
(imitates shooting) last
time anybody saw him,
he was buying a cigar.
When I finish with this I'm
gonna beat you to death with it.
- O.C.B.'s gonna find
us here in a few hours.
You know it never
occurred to me,
that we'd be friends.
I want to, hey look at me,
I want you to know there's
a lot about who you are,
that I feel close to.
You stupid bastard!
I had my men rockin' in there
at seven o'clock this morning.
Plenty enough time to keep
Patrice from killin' you.
You were gonna be
the victim, Sonny!
I dealt you the best
hand that I could.
I was giving you a position
from which you could negotiate.
But you screwed up, man!
You had to indulge
your blood lust.
You screwed up.
(mechanical clicking)
♪ One, two, three, good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
- This place used to
be called the Rialto.
Copped my first feel
in the back row.
♪ I was feelin'
♪ So bad
♪ I asked my family
doctor just what I had ♪
♪ I said doctor
♪ Doctor
♪ Mr M.D.
♪ Doctor
♪ Can you tell me
♪ What's ailing me
♪ Doctor
♪ He said yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- Yeah, yeah, Randolph
Scott would shoot his way
through Tombstone while
I was workin' my way
through Maria's
wire-reinforced underwear.
Ooh, I can still feel it.
♪ Come on, lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ Gimme good lovin', Maria
Yeah!
♪ Honey please
♪ Squeeze me tight
♪ Yeah
♪ Don't you want your
baby to be all right ♪
♪ Be all right
♪ I said baby
♪ Baby, now it's for sure
♪ It's for sure
♪ I got the fever, yeah
♪ You got the cure
♪ Got the cure
♪ Everybody, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Dance, yeah, yeah, drink
♪ Drop dead
♪ Really need is good lovin'
♪ Come on, give me that lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ Gimme good lovin' baby
♪ Good love
(glasses crashing)
(screaming)
(glasses crashing)
Good love!
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ All I want is lovin'
♪ Lovin' early in the mornin'
♪ Lovin' late at night
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Love
♪ Love
♪ Love, love, love, love, love
- Hey, Vinnie, remember
wire underwear?
- Before my time.
- Like honor.
- I've made my peace, Sonny.
(light pop music)
- Remember the 60s, Vinnie?
- Yeah.
- How you gonna remember this?
How you gonna
remember me, Vinnie?
(slow dramatic music)
- Patch me through
to the sheriff.
(sirens blaring)
- This party stinks.
You look like death.
(sirens in the distance)
(tires squealing)
- Give me the loud hailer.
Mr. Steelgrave, Mr. Terranova,
we hold warrants
for your arrest.
(skin slapping)
- This is it, this is it, Sonny.
What am I lookin' at,
what am I lookin' at?
If it's federal,
it's the RICO Act.
If it's state, it's
the Malhouse amendment.
You a federal or a Jersey cop?
I can't believe you're a cop.
Either way it's a conspiracy.
Okay.
What am I lookin' at now,
what am I lookin' at?
Overnight camp for congressmen.
I could grow tomatoes with,
I could grow tomatoes with
former Wall Street wizards.
Yeah, yeah, me and Ivan Bowski,
he did time didn't he?
Yeah, he did time, he did time.
I could make this work for me.
I could make a
much stronger case.
I could plead down to a year,
maybe 18 months, worst case.
Yeah, that's it!
They'll try and extract
a price from me,
but they're too smart
to take it to court.
Jurors don't believe liars.
Yeah, you're a liar.
Oh, and my pal, you are
a major league liar.
You've been lying for years.
You don't even know what
the truth is anymore.
- Sonny, what about
what you did to Patrice?
- You're gonna tell
them about that?
What about all those feelings
you said you had for me?
- Sonny, I feel for you deeply,
but you can't run
from this murder!
- Patrice is gone, man.
He's gone forever.
They got no corpse,
they got no case.
- They got video tape!
- Bad news, the
owner's in Bermuda.
Nobody can find the handyman.
Gonna have to bust
down the door.
- Great.
- Okay, you guys, let's go.
- We're going to
break down the door.
- Where was the camera?
- In the ceiling,
in the ballroom.
It was hooked up
to a 12 hour deck.
(beating on the door)
- Frank, will you
stop that a minute?
- Cool it!
We can't wait, you know that.
(beating on the door)
- Know what the penalty
in this state is, huh?
Lethal injection.
They strap you to a gurney
and pump you full of morphine.
Half the officials
in the state watch it
on closed circuit TV.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Know half those guys
that are watchin' me
slip through oblivion?
They're all on my payroll.
Like you.
How much of my money you
got in the bank, Vinnie?
Come on through, man.
Come on!
Come on through!
I got some of what you want!
- Sonny, what are you doing?
- What do you get out
of this, Vinnie, huh?
I want to know, what
do you get out of this?
Another pin on your lapel?
An upgrade on your pension?
Why are you trying
to destroy me, man?
- It comes with your
territory, Sonny.
You want a recitation?
How 'bout drugs killin' kids
and fraud destroyin' pensioners.
- Oh my god!
Oh my god, who do you think
you're workin' for, man?
You wanna talk drugs, let's
talk agent orange, LSD,
those are just two of
the progressive efforts
made on behalf of your
friendly employer, Uncle Sam!
You wanna talk fraud,
let's talk fraud.
Why don't you try
explaining to a farmer
why the federal guarantee
loans are being recalled?
You're the mob, you're the
mob in this room, Vinnie.
I'm just your
average entrepreneur.
- I saw you garrot
a man in my face!
- That's right, and
I'd do it again,
but I'd do it myself!
I don't have to send
teenagers off to the slaughter
and the next day make excuses
for it in the op-ed page!
You have no idea what
this is about, do you man?
This about taxes, man!
Taxes, money!
Yeah, man, they don't like
that I don't wanna pay
what they think is my share!
My legal operations pay more
than half the major
corporations in this country!
- This is not about taxes!
- Then what's it about, man!
- This is about the
core of yourself
that cannot be excused by
whatever it is about you
that I admire.
This is about the
need in your life,
not to run rampant over
other people's lives
simply because your
fire burns brighter!
Hey!
This is about the law, man!
- I loved you, man.
(electricity sizzling)
- Sonny!
(body thumping)
Sonny!
Get off of me!
Get off!
- Get out!
- Frank!
What's the point?
I wish it was you.
- No, you don't.
You don't wish it was me.
This all stinks
sometimes, Vince.
The lies.
You're gonna leave here
and you're gonna get
called to Washington
for some congratulations.
I know you got close to him.
You did the right thing.
In spite of the money, and
the women, and the power,
you did the right thing.
A lot of guys we
work for and with,
they woulda caved
in to the seduction.
I don't know that
wouldn't have myself.
Come on, Vince.
- What about my cover?
- You're under arrest.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up the
right to remain silent,
everything you say can and
will be held against you
in a court of law.
Don't look back, Vinnie.
You have a right to
speak with an attorney
and to have an attorney
present during questioning.
If you so desire,
and can't afford one,
an attorney will be provided
for you without charge
before questioning.
All right, cuff him.
Don't break his wrists, damn it!
- Close down the
road blocks now?
- Yeah.
We're all finished here.
(slow dramatic music)
(engines starting)
(upbeat dramatic music)
- [Narrator] Last
week on Wiseguy.
- I wanna talk to your
father about this.
That okay with you?
- Sonny!
- You're sending
Marys into the Bronx,
that'll make things difficult.
- Mm-hmm.
- You've been inside Sonny's
organization for six months,
who's got soul of a Judas?
- I think that we can
get to his right hand.
- Yes, Mr. Patrice.
Terranova's seducible.
- You happy in Atlantic City?
- It's all right.
- All right is not happy.
- I'm not sure I know
what happiness is.
- Everybody's going
over to Pat the Cat.
Think it's time you
join 'em, Vinnie.
- I don't that's a
good idea, Sonny.
- That's what I
put you there for.
I stay one step ahead of
him, I could beat him.
- This is the one
we wanted, Frank.
The biggest fish
on the east coast.
- You know how hard it is to
get a conviction on conspiracy?
- What do you want me to do?
- We're gonna hit Sonny
the morning of his wedding
at seven o'clock.
I need you to smuggle in
some hardware to Scalisi.
- I'll take care
of it, Don Patrice.
- I'd like to thank Paul
for givin' us a nice spread.
- [Group] Yeah!
(applauding)
- Thanks, Pat.
(muffled gun firing)
- So I hold out my hand to
those of you who feel isolated,
and invite you to
join my family.
(crowd chattering)
Hey Vinnie?
- What?
- Why didn't you tell me
Patrice was gonna hit me?
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(heartbeat thumping)
(door thumping shut)
Mornin', Sidney.
How you doin' in there?
(muffled groaning)
Why, Vinnie?
Why didn't you tell me, huh?
You were gonna be my best man.
Time for Paul to leave.
What were you thinking?
That you can give
me up to Patrice
and he'd give you my action?
Time's up, Terranova.
What?
You waitin' for the day shift?
There's nobody comin' through
that door to save you, pal.
(weapons clicking)
- [Voice On Radio] Green team,
I 70 Warfield leader, roger.
- [Voice On Radio]
Warfield, roger green team.
Stand by on I 70.
- [Voice On Radio] Turn
flight blockade, roger.
- [Voice On Radio]
Roger on the blockade.
Roger, exit two.
- I'm gonna act
as point man here
to coordinate for
Justice Department.
- Oh, that's a good idea.
- All right, line up, line up!
On the double!
We're ready, McPike.
- All right, listen up.
We're about to arrest the
wealthiest criminal slime
in America.
They're fat, they're sassy.
They have no interest
in risking their lives
to avoid the inconvenience
of being booked.
They'll do their
fighting in court
with high ticket attorneys.
Now, this operation can
go down without a shot.
I don't want anybody
to make a mistake
that'll trigger a fire
fight, is that understood?
(group mumbles agreement)
Thank you.
- What was that all about?
- I have a man to protect.
- Whenever you're ready.
- Gentlemen,
let's do it.
(engines roaring)
(tires squealing)
- All I kept thinking about was,
once this deal was set,
and Patrice was mine,
you were going south on me!
It doesn't add up.
(objects crashing)
How can you be a Judas
Iscariot for this Roman?
This, this is what greed
without respect for
other men gets you!
Scum.
(water splashing)
- You're gonna kill me.
- Isn't that what you
were gonna do to me?
- No!
- No!
You weren't conspiring
with this man?
- You've been holdin'
out on me, Sonny.
All this game playin'.
So I figured I'm
caught in the middle
of a death dance
between you and Patrice.
And then it hit me.
The only guy at this table that
didn't see Vinnie Terranova
as expendable is
Vinnie Terranova.
(knocking on door)
- [Aldo] Sonny, it's Aldo.
(Sonny chuckling)
You need this?
- Plant him someplace ugly.
(engines revving loudly)
(steady rock music)
(Aldo singing
along incoherently)
(tires squealing)
You're nothing, Vinnie.
You're nothing to me.
You look at that watch again
I'll kill you where you stand!
You'd have stuck that
knife right in my back,
right through my heart,
and watch the life
race out of my eyes.
What did I do to
deserve that, huh?
I'm not gonna kill you, not now.
I want you to go
somewhere and disappear.
Somewhere I can't
find you on those days
when I think about that
you were my Brutus.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
- Get outta there!
Sonny, get outta there,
all hell's broke loose!
- Oh, Aldo, hold on,
I can't hear you,
you're screaming.
- The cops are comin'!
Feds!
- Feds.
- [Aldo] 12, 13, 15 cars!
They're on the reservoir road!
(dramatic music)
- You're a cop, aren't you?
A cop!
I'll kill you, you bastard!
(dishes crashing)
I'll kill ya!
(suspenseful music)
(loud grunting)
(engine starting)
(tires squealing)
- Get out!
- [Man] Hey, what?
- Get out!
(tires squealing)
(suspenseful music)
- Cop.
Cop!
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- What?
What?
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- What, what!
- [Computer Voice] Please
track your fuel level.
- Shut up.
(screaming)
- Two minute warning.
(engines revving)
- Come on!
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up!
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up.
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- Shut up.
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Hey, kid!
Give me some gas!
Come on!
(tires squealing)
Come on, fill it up,
what are you waitin' for?
- I need some money.
Hey!
I gotta have some money first.
- Want money, huh?
Money?
Come here.
Come here, I'll
give you the money.
Come here, come here.
Here, $1500 worth of golf clubs,
plus the bag for
$10 worth of gas.
Okay?
- Okay.
- [Sonny] Good, go ahead, here.
- You've got the
gas, relax, okay!
- [Sonny] Put the
gas in the car!
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- Lock up that stairwell!
And seal the office.
You sit down.
Sit down!
- [Man] McPike!
- Morning, gentlemen.
- You guys want breakfast?
(dramatic music)
(gun clicking)
(muffled shrieking)
- Hold it!
There's somebody in there.
(shrieking)
- Red team.
- Perimeter secure.
- Blue team.
- Grounds secured.
- Green team?
- All rooms secured.
We got a stiff,
looks like Scalisi.
- Black team.
- Two rooms to go.
(explosion blasting)
(guns firing)
- What is that?
Black team!
- Hall secure.
Gonna need the ambulance.
One of ours.
- Who's got Steelgrave
and Patrice?
Where are Steelgrave
and Patrice?
(dishes crashing)
Where is Steelgrave?
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(engine hesitating)
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
- [Computer Voice] Please
check your fuel level.
(tires squealing)
- [Vinnie] Sonny!
(quiet pop music)
(Vinnie groaning)
- [Sonny] Ha!
Ah, ah!
(doors rattling)
- Give it up, Sonny!
- Stay away from me, Vinnie.
Rat bastard!
(loud thumping)
(flesh pounding)
(flesh pounding)
(thumping)
(both yelling)
(breathing heavily)
(loud thumping)
(quiet talking on police radio)
- We got a short count.
Patrice, Steelgrave,
Terranova, and one Aldo Baglia.
Well, well, well, the boys.
You know, Harry,
six months is the same as
life for old coot like you.
You talk to me, you
walk right outta here.
- I didn't get to be an old
coot playing footsie with geeks.
- Oh, Harry, you're
a sweetheart.
- Detective.
- I could cut your throat so's
you drown in your own blood.
- Now, now, now, now, now.
It's been a tough
morning on all of us.
Patrice and Steelgrave.
- And your man Terranova.
- Why they're all my men, Sid.
I got the warrants to prove it.
Unless you wanna spend two hours
in a sealed police meat wagon
with Frick and Frack there,
you better talk fast.
- Look,
those men will kill me.
- Yeah, I can see that.
- Then help me, yes?
Federal witness program.
I want immunity.
- Well I want eternal
life myself, Sid,
but right now I'm just
gettin' ticked off.
And I guarantee you,
me in a bad mood
is the surest way
to no immunity,
no Federal Witness Program,
and No Money Mahoney
as a bunkmate.
- Look,
I know Terranova's
a Federal agent.
Uh-huh.
Look, do you have a superior
officer around here?
- Excuse me, Sid.
Now it may not
have dawned on you,
but your life has
taken a nasty turn.
Now, you got something to sell,
you better dress it up,
put it in the window,
or I'm gonna buy
some place else.
- There is no place else.
- From a salesman who's
not facing capital charges
on the murder of Atlantic
City detective Karen Malloy.
- Frank?
Better get up here.
Look at this, Frank.
It'll make your day.
- [Sonny] A man who
is isolated, is empty.
(muffled gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(thumping)
(groaning)
(panting)
(both groaning)
(flesh pounding)
(suspenseful music)
(dishes crashing)
- [Aldo] Sonny, what's goin' on?
Sonny, run, you're
gonna get nailed!
Get out of there!
- I want bloodhounds
to sweep the perimeter.
- Why dogs?
- I've got two guys that
hightailed it on foot.
- Steelgrave and Terranova?
- Yeah.
- You don't need dogs.
I got two guys outside
reporting stolen vehicles.
They ID'ed Terranova
and Steelgrave.
- What vehicles?
- Late model silver
Chrysler LeBaron convertible
and an old pickup.
- All right, now,
as in immediately,
I want a full bore search.
Choppers, infrared equipment,
all available vehicles,
say within 200 miles.
I want a 13 state spread,
federal, state, and local.
Facts, photos on
Steelgrave and Terranova.
I want a separate
run on Aldo Baglia.
Well, what?
- What about Patrice?
- You forget Patrice!
He's a memory!
A fond one for you gentlemen.
Oh, Rochester?
Light's a little flat,
but you guys are
gonna love the action.
- I'm the most
cooperative man you know.
I have a photographic
memory, yes?
I have numbers of
accounts he has!
Accounts he doesn't
even know he has!
Please, keep them away from me.
- Sidney, you know
that's impossible.
- [Voice On Radio] We
got two limos comin'.
- My family.
- Disarm and detain the men
and send the little women home.
- You know, I got
a family too, pal.
And you don't give
a damn about 'em.
(tires squealing)
Miss Baglia?
- Where's my father?
- He's here, he's fine.
I'm sorry, you can't
see him right now.
- Why?
- He's under arrest.
- My brother?
- Your brother's a fugitive.
- Sonny?
- Steelgrave is a fugitive
on a murder warrant.
- Foul pig!
(thumping)
On my wedding day you do this!
On my wedding day!
On my wedding to my Sonny!
- Theresa!
- Daddy!
- Don't you posture.
Steelgrave and Terranova,
where would they run?
- I don't know.
- Aldo.
- Not even for my Theresa.
- Daddy!
(upbeat rock music)
(shovel cracking the ground)
(dramatic music)
(body thumping)
(dramatic music)
- Whoa, Pat.
Look at this!
That's beautiful, babe.
What we talkin' here,
five, six carets D flawless?
Yeah!
Perfect cut.
(grunting)
- Ooh, (mumbles) hold on.
Chill out for one second.
This is gonna work,
Pat (mumbles).
(upbeat rock music)
- Let's get these men processed!
- I owe somebody, these
guys aren't goin' anywhere
until I make good.
- Frank,
you've run a good operation,
but I'm gonna flag on this one.
Delaying puts a conviction,
even the program, at risk!
- Darrell, you
take a look around.
Terranova delivered in spades.
Now, I'm not gonna
turn my back on him
because things got outta hand.
- We're batting 900.
- Darrell, that's unacceptable.
Terranova is still out there.
Now he hasn't called in,
that means he's either dead
or he's still
chasin' Steelgrave.
- Hey, this ain't
right, I'm starvin'.
You gotta feed us!
- You give me Terranova?
- I told you, I don't know!
- Then you shut your fat mouth!
(sighing)
- Third possibility, Terranova
took off with Steelgrave.
- Darrell, you're
a good bureaucrat.
Heavy action for you is the
whirlpool of the agency toilets.
Now, this is a mop up
operation in a war zone.
You be a good guy and
leave it the warriors.
- What are you
doin' to find him?
- Sir, I am doing everything!
(dramatic music)
(helicopter blades rumbling)
(grunting and groaning)
(helicopter blades
rumbling in distance)
- Just a matter of time.
(Sonny grunting)
- [Vinnie] What are
doing, what are you, nuts?
You're gonna
electrocute yourself!
- [Sonny] Wouldn't
that make you happy?
(metal slamming)
- Ah!
(crickets chirping)
Hey!
- Yeah, go ahead
man, send it home.
- Come on, leave 'em alone.
Where you goin'?
- Brazil.
Where am I goin'?
There's a bar up there.
With any luck, I'll
drink myself to death.
(groaning loudly)
(spitting)
I don't like bein' stared at.
- What is this place?
- Your friends are
gonna be here soon.
So why don't you wait
in the other room?
- Maybe I want a drink.
- My father used to force
people to place these things.
Now they're retro chic.
What'd your old man do?
- What difference does it make?
- Not successful, huh?
- He had a bakery route.
- [Sonny] In Brooklyn?
- Yeah.
- Connected guy.
- He drove a bread
truck, Sonny, that's it.
- [Sonny] In Brooklyn, mm-hmm.
- It was close to home.
- And once a week ward
meetings at the social club.
- You're wrong, it was a job!
- Where they'd total the
take of the betting slips
and see who was performing well,
and offer 'em a shot at
the telephone action,
big chance to be a bookie.
Papa Terranova just
stayed in that truck
and played it safe.
Your old man was
a connected guy.
Working class street operator
who never made it to the curb.
You can't take it that he was
just another nickel and dimer
so you made a career out of
bringin' down guys like me
who made it to
the folding money.
- That's good, Sonny.
You're gonna need
a lot of fantasies.
- How'd your old man die?
- He had a heart attack.
- My old man,
(imitates shooting) last
time anybody saw him,
he was buying a cigar.
When I finish with this I'm
gonna beat you to death with it.
- O.C.B.'s gonna find
us here in a few hours.
You know it never
occurred to me,
that we'd be friends.
I want to, hey look at me,
I want you to know there's
a lot about who you are,
that I feel close to.
You stupid bastard!
I had my men rockin' in there
at seven o'clock this morning.
Plenty enough time to keep
Patrice from killin' you.
You were gonna be
the victim, Sonny!
I dealt you the best
hand that I could.
I was giving you a position
from which you could negotiate.
But you screwed up, man!
You had to indulge
your blood lust.
You screwed up.
(mechanical clicking)
♪ One, two, three, good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
- This place used to
be called the Rialto.
Copped my first feel
in the back row.
♪ I was feelin'
♪ So bad
♪ I asked my family
doctor just what I had ♪
♪ I said doctor
♪ Doctor
♪ Mr M.D.
♪ Doctor
♪ Can you tell me
♪ What's ailing me
♪ Doctor
♪ He said yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- Yeah, yeah, Randolph
Scott would shoot his way
through Tombstone while
I was workin' my way
through Maria's
wire-reinforced underwear.
Ooh, I can still feel it.
♪ Come on, lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ Gimme good lovin', Maria
Yeah!
♪ Honey please
♪ Squeeze me tight
♪ Yeah
♪ Don't you want your
baby to be all right ♪
♪ Be all right
♪ I said baby
♪ Baby, now it's for sure
♪ It's for sure
♪ I got the fever, yeah
♪ You got the cure
♪ Got the cure
♪ Everybody, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Dance, yeah, yeah, drink
♪ Drop dead
♪ Really need is good lovin'
♪ Come on, give me that lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ Gimme good lovin' baby
♪ Good love
(glasses crashing)
(screaming)
(glasses crashing)
Good love!
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Good lovin'
♪ All I need is lovin'
♪ All I want is lovin'
♪ Lovin' early in the mornin'
♪ Lovin' late at night
♪ Good lovin'
♪ Love
♪ Love
♪ Love, love, love, love, love
- Hey, Vinnie, remember
wire underwear?
- Before my time.
- Like honor.
- I've made my peace, Sonny.
(light pop music)
- Remember the 60s, Vinnie?
- Yeah.
- How you gonna remember this?
How you gonna
remember me, Vinnie?
(slow dramatic music)
- Patch me through
to the sheriff.
(sirens blaring)
- This party stinks.
You look like death.
(sirens in the distance)
(tires squealing)
- Give me the loud hailer.
Mr. Steelgrave, Mr. Terranova,
we hold warrants
for your arrest.
(skin slapping)
- This is it, this is it, Sonny.
What am I lookin' at,
what am I lookin' at?
If it's federal,
it's the RICO Act.
If it's state, it's
the Malhouse amendment.
You a federal or a Jersey cop?
I can't believe you're a cop.
Either way it's a conspiracy.
Okay.
What am I lookin' at now,
what am I lookin' at?
Overnight camp for congressmen.
I could grow tomatoes with,
I could grow tomatoes with
former Wall Street wizards.
Yeah, yeah, me and Ivan Bowski,
he did time didn't he?
Yeah, he did time, he did time.
I could make this work for me.
I could make a
much stronger case.
I could plead down to a year,
maybe 18 months, worst case.
Yeah, that's it!
They'll try and extract
a price from me,
but they're too smart
to take it to court.
Jurors don't believe liars.
Yeah, you're a liar.
Oh, and my pal, you are
a major league liar.
You've been lying for years.
You don't even know what
the truth is anymore.
- Sonny, what about
what you did to Patrice?
- You're gonna tell
them about that?
What about all those feelings
you said you had for me?
- Sonny, I feel for you deeply,
but you can't run
from this murder!
- Patrice is gone, man.
He's gone forever.
They got no corpse,
they got no case.
- They got video tape!
- Bad news, the
owner's in Bermuda.
Nobody can find the handyman.
Gonna have to bust
down the door.
- Great.
- Okay, you guys, let's go.
- We're going to
break down the door.
- Where was the camera?
- In the ceiling,
in the ballroom.
It was hooked up
to a 12 hour deck.
(beating on the door)
- Frank, will you
stop that a minute?
- Cool it!
We can't wait, you know that.
(beating on the door)
- Know what the penalty
in this state is, huh?
Lethal injection.
They strap you to a gurney
and pump you full of morphine.
Half the officials
in the state watch it
on closed circuit TV.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Know half those guys
that are watchin' me
slip through oblivion?
They're all on my payroll.
Like you.
How much of my money you
got in the bank, Vinnie?
Come on through, man.
Come on!
Come on through!
I got some of what you want!
- Sonny, what are you doing?
- What do you get out
of this, Vinnie, huh?
I want to know, what
do you get out of this?
Another pin on your lapel?
An upgrade on your pension?
Why are you trying
to destroy me, man?
- It comes with your
territory, Sonny.
You want a recitation?
How 'bout drugs killin' kids
and fraud destroyin' pensioners.
- Oh my god!
Oh my god, who do you think
you're workin' for, man?
You wanna talk drugs, let's
talk agent orange, LSD,
those are just two of
the progressive efforts
made on behalf of your
friendly employer, Uncle Sam!
You wanna talk fraud,
let's talk fraud.
Why don't you try
explaining to a farmer
why the federal guarantee
loans are being recalled?
You're the mob, you're the
mob in this room, Vinnie.
I'm just your
average entrepreneur.
- I saw you garrot
a man in my face!
- That's right, and
I'd do it again,
but I'd do it myself!
I don't have to send
teenagers off to the slaughter
and the next day make excuses
for it in the op-ed page!
You have no idea what
this is about, do you man?
This about taxes, man!
Taxes, money!
Yeah, man, they don't like
that I don't wanna pay
what they think is my share!
My legal operations pay more
than half the major
corporations in this country!
- This is not about taxes!
- Then what's it about, man!
- This is about the
core of yourself
that cannot be excused by
whatever it is about you
that I admire.
This is about the
need in your life,
not to run rampant over
other people's lives
simply because your
fire burns brighter!
Hey!
This is about the law, man!
- I loved you, man.
(electricity sizzling)
- Sonny!
(body thumping)
Sonny!
Get off of me!
Get off!
- Get out!
- Frank!
What's the point?
I wish it was you.
- No, you don't.
You don't wish it was me.
This all stinks
sometimes, Vince.
The lies.
You're gonna leave here
and you're gonna get
called to Washington
for some congratulations.
I know you got close to him.
You did the right thing.
In spite of the money, and
the women, and the power,
you did the right thing.
A lot of guys we
work for and with,
they woulda caved
in to the seduction.
I don't know that
wouldn't have myself.
Come on, Vince.
- What about my cover?
- You're under arrest.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up the
right to remain silent,
everything you say can and
will be held against you
in a court of law.
Don't look back, Vinnie.
You have a right to
speak with an attorney
and to have an attorney
present during questioning.
If you so desire,
and can't afford one,
an attorney will be provided
for you without charge
before questioning.
All right, cuff him.
Don't break his wrists, damn it!
- Close down the
road blocks now?
- Yeah.
We're all finished here.
(slow dramatic music)
(engines starting)
(upbeat dramatic music)