Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 2, Episode 12 - White Noise - full transcript

(midtempo instrumental music)

- [Narrator]
Previously on Wiseguy.

- She's dyin', Anthony.

There's an outside chance
that a liver transplant

can save her life.

- Well then do it.

- I don't have the money.

$1,250,000.

I need to know where you got it.

- Roger LoCocco.

- That is a donation for
your research facility.



The liver's taken.

Your mother's out of the woods.

- This marriage has
been killing me.

I want you out of the
house when I get home.

- I'm a homeless person, Vince.

My wife had a epiphany.

During the transplant surgery,
a divine vision came upon her

and whispered vanquish
the philistine.

- What are you talkin' about?

- I'm talkin' about the
tunnel of white light.

That near-death,
out-of-body experience

when a person goes to
the edge of the hereafter

and comes back with
a hole in their head.

Oh Vinnie, my wife threw
me outta the house.



I need a place to stay
for a couple days.

- Yeah, I could use the company.

You want a beer or somethin'?

- Here, let me get it.

- So how's your son
dealin' with it?

- Oh, I can't believe
how mature he is.

Think he understands stress
and recovery better than I do.

- Do me a favor, will ya?

There's a bottle of prescription
pills in the nightstand.

Bedroom to the left.

- Thanks.

- Ah, he told me
all this'd blow over

as soon as his mother's body

forgot it was
somebody else's liver.

(pills clatter)

Vinnie, what are these?

- They're just painkillers.

- I haven't been with another
woman for nearly 20 years.

One, a moment of weakness.

I had a stable marriage.

It might've been stale,
but it was stable.

And then all of a
sudden, outta the blue,

or the white aura,
this deity reaches out

and transforms my wife
into this pious Tinkerbell

who's babbling about the
flowering of the universe

and her eternal light.

I don't know why they
gave her a new liver,

a Tennessee Williams id.

- When people have
major operations,

sometimes they come out of
it a little disoriented.

- Vince.

I wanna be angry.

I wanna be depressed,

but she is so caught up
in the wonder of life

when she told me
to pack my bags,

it was like she was
doin' me a favor.

We are on this blessed
pilgrimage, Frank.

I got her blessed pilgrimage.

I got a mortgage
payment, two autos,

none of which I can afford,

and now I'm supposed to spring
for a furnished apartment.

I wanna strangle her, but she's
so radiant in her new life.

I feel guilty for
being rejected.

What?

- It's nice knowin'

I'm not the only one
that feels that way.

You know, I took a beatin'
from a baseball bat,

got run down by a cab in a
space of a couple of weeks.

Then you pulled
me off that case--

- Vinnie.

- No, I'm not lookin'
for an argument, Frank,

I just.

I felt so excluded.

I felt like I'd
been disposed of.

- Vince, I didn't know.

- You did the right thing.

I couldn't work,
and I still can't.

But Frank, I'm tellin' ya,

I've been in this house day
after day goin' out of my mind.

Feel so rejected and useless.

I'm gettin' fat. (groans)

I gotta hit the sack.

Nah, I can manage.
- Yeah?

- I can manage.

- How long is this gonna last?

- Oh, I don't
know, months maybe.

- What did the doctors say?

- They all say the same things.

Torn ligaments and bone
spurs in the Achilles tendon.

- My wife had a
liver transplant,

she recovered faster than this.

- What, do you think
I'm enjoyin' this?

- I did not say that.

- Mm, I'm just fed up
with the whole thing.

24 hours a day, you're
in excruciating pain,

it's like hot knives
bein' dug into your ankle.

You naggin' me about it's
just gonna make it worse.

- I'm not naggin'
ya, I'm concerned.

- God, I'm sorry.

It just makes me short
tempered, excuse me.

You can sleep in my old
room, the bed's made.

Just gonna have to move
some boxes outta the way.

Should be some towels
in the hall closet.

- It's only for the
short term, Vince.

An OCB undercover operative
and his regional director

rooming together isn't
very good for your cover.

- Okay.

Goodnight, Frank.

- Night, Vince.

(playful electronic music)

(Vincent sighs)

Vinnie.

Did I wake ya?

- No.

I don't sleep through
the night anymore anyway.

What is that?

- Oh, it's another one
of my wife's revelations.

She decided my son shouldn't
interact with the television,

so she was gonna throw it out.

Drake asked me to hold
it for safe keeping.

- What time is it?

- I don't know.

3 a.m.?

- And you're
playin' video games?

- [Frank] Mm-hm.

- I think she might've been
right about that one, Frank.

- Maybe.

But I'm havin' a good
time, you wanna try it?

- Yeah, what the hell.

(playful electronic music)

Damn it.

(pills clatter)

- Vinnie how many of these
things are you takin'?

- Don't mother me, Frank.

- I'm not motherin' ya.

You're a healthy
30-year-old man,

you shouldn't be
in this much pain.

- Don't you think I know that?

I had all kinds of injuries

when I was playin'
ball in school,

nothin' ever hurt like this.

All I get from the
doctors are x-rays

and dime-store advice,
stay off of it.

- Maybe you've been
seein' the wrong doctors.

- They all got the same degrees.

- Listen, I know an
orthopedic surgeon that--

- Frank, I said no.

(crutches clatter)
(Vincent sighs)

(door thuds)

(playful electronic music)

Frank, you seen my pills?

- They're in here, Vince.

- Good morning, Vince.

Up at the crack of noon.

- Director Beckstead.

- About time you called me Paul.

(birds chirp)

- What's goin' on here, Frank?

- Sit down, Vince.

(crutches clatter)

Your last full physical was
after the Steelgrave case.

You're two years overdue
for your next one.

- I don't need a physical.

Besides the leg, I'm
healthy as a horse.

- You're not healthy, Vinnie.

You're living like an invalid.

You and Frank are
the best team at OCB.

Because of the strength
of your abilities,

the nature of the job, and the
virtues of your characters,

you've been given concessions
that other agents don't get.

But skating by your physical
can't be one of them.

- I don't want a physical.

I don't wanna see
any more doctors.

I'm not going through
that crap anymore.

- Fine.

- What's that?

- Open it.

- [Vincent] What
the hell is this?

- Your retirement watch.

It's the way we cashier all the
jackasses out of the agency.

- Well, maybe you
oughta keep it.

- There's no dispensation
on this, Vince.

You wanna stay in the game,

you gotta go for
the full workup.

We booked you into
a private facility

the agency uses
from time to time.

There's a car waiting outside.

Now do you want the
work or the watch?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Daryl] I never
failed my duty.

My failure was being patient

with career avarice, underlings.

- Mm-hm, I see.

- [Daryl] Undercover
operatives succeed

because they are accomplished
at the art of betrayal.

And having ensnared
their quarry,

they have no compunction about
turning on their masters.

- Do you really believe

it had nothing to do
with those phone calls?

- I was director of the OCB.

Its pressures were unrelenting.

My hobby was a harmless
diffusion of tension.

- You think it's harmless?

To call women you don't know
and discuss sexual intimacy?

- Well where's the harm?

They could always hang up.

- Some of those women
felt terrorized.

- I was stimulating
consciousness from
a safe distance.

I gave them an opportunity

to discover their
relationship to society.

And for that, I was banished
to the dead records room.

And that fool Beckstead
takes my place. (chuckles)

- Let's try to segregate
your hobby from your job

as the OCB director, shall we?

Earlier, you were discussing
your relationships

to your subordinates.

- There were Judases who
thrived on duplicity.

No respect for procedure,
for chain of command,

for the institution.

They brought blue jeans and
leather into hallowed halls.

They accused me of
being homosexual.

- [Woman] Whitecoat in the unit.

- I have an emergency
I need to attend to.

Excuse me, I'll be
back in a minute.

(suspenseful music)

(keys click)

- Classified my foot.

Access is power.

Remember the numbers.

Reason for hospital stay, hmm.

Physically violent.

Psychotic.

Potentially
dangerous. (chuckles)

Uh, commit for
48-hour observation.

Hm.

- Shall we get started?

I can't find any
evidence of injury, so.

Either you're a liar, or
you may have nerve damage.

- I am not a liar.

- Good, then you won't mind
if I try a little something.

- All right, go ahead.

Ah!

- How's that feel?

Try standing on it.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

(Vincent laughs)

- Wow, that's great,
what did you do?

- Oh, a muscle or a bone

was putting pressure
on a nerve down there.

I took the pressure off.

Lucky call on my part.

- You're in for a
routine physical

and a follow up on an
ankle injury, correct?

- That's right.

Look look, my foot's
almost good as new.

Look at this, it's like I
went to Lord's or somethin'.

- Why don't you just have
a seat, Mr. Terranova.

- Whitecoat in the unit.
- No, no, that's okay.

I'm feelin' great!

- It would be much better
if you just had a seat.

- All right.

Patrick's gonna take you
back to the unit now,

Mr. Terranova.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, what unit?

- Let's go easy, now.

- No, no, I'm not
going with you.

Hey!
- I said let's go!

(punch thuds)

(suspenseful music)

Get out!

(Vincent groans)

(kick thuds)
(files clatter)

(Vincent groans)

(kick thuds)

- Get off!

- Okay, easy.

(Vincent groans)

(Vincent pants)

Okay, let's take him
down to the unit.

- [Vincent] Oh my god.

(haunting music)

- [Sonny] Vinnie.

Vinnie.

Over here, Vinnie.

Over here.

Down here.

Yeah.

That's it, down here, Vinnie.

Vinnie, hey Vinnie.

Over here.

Hey Vinnie.

(Vincent screams)

- [Patrick] Good morning.

- I wanna see a doctor.

- [Patrick] He'll be around.

- I don't wanna eat.

- Now, you wanna be a healthy
little maniac, don't you?

- I don't wanna eat!

I want the doctor.

Now get that away from me,
I wanna see the doctor!

- You gotta eat.

- You eat it!

Get me the doctor,
I don't wanna eat!

Get away from me!

- Now we gotta
clean this mess up.

- Good morning, Mr. Terranova.

- Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Hasburg.

I'm the staff psychiatrist.

- Thank god.

Doc, I don't belong here.

- Well, it's better than prison.

You'll acclimate in time.

You'll become more
comfortable, believe me.

Now, you have to eat.

- I don't wanna eat.

I came in here for a physical!

Why don't you listen to me?

- Now, now, now.

You'll get nowhere by being
hostile, Mr. Terranova.

- Hostile?

Look what you're doin' to me!

I came in for a physical, you
bastards are torturin' me!

- You need your nutrition--
- Get away!

(Vincent groans)

(groans) Call my Uncle Mike!

He's in my file!

- That's twice.

- You go to hell!

(suspenseful music)

No, no, no!

No, no, no! (sobs)

I'm a federal agent!

Stop, I'm a federal
agent, ah! (sobs)

(electronic warbling)

- Hey, Vinnie!

Look what you did to me, man!

(tires screech)
(haunting music)

(door thuds)

(Vincent sighs)

- [Priest] Yes, my son.

Do you want to make
a confession, is it?

Uh, when was the last time
you made a confession?

- Come on, Vinnie, confess.

Come on, confess!

- I have nothing to confess.

- Just do it, and
let's get outta here.

I got a bad feeling
about this place.

- I didn't do anything!

- Make something up!

You can't get outta
here until yo confess.

- Yeah Vinnie, go ahead,
make something up,

you're good at that.

Give 'em Five hail Mary's
and 10 Our Fathers,

and while you're at it,
stick this up your--

(robe tears)

Don't worry about it,
Vinnie, go ahead, take it.

I got a closet full of 'em.

Mm.

Maggie, this bulb's
gettin' weak.

You wanna make sure
you get it replaced?

- [Maggie] Yes, Mr. Steelgrave.

- So, Vinnie, talk to me.

- Turn that thing off.

- Talk to him, will ya?

They don't let you outta
here until you talk to them.

- Who's side are you on?

- What kind of guy make
his brother choose sides?

- You shut up and
turn that thing off!

(gun fires)

(Vincent sighs)

I'm a federal agent.

- Of course you are.

- I'm a federal agent.

(door thuds)

(eerie electronic music)

- This is Sonny Steelgrave.

One of the most powerful
and flamboyant mobsters

of the East Coast, Director
McDonald wants him taken down.

Think you're man enough to
handle it, Agent Terranova?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I don't think you can.

I think you're
immature, undisciplined,

and totally lacking in
the respect for procedure

necessary to accomplish
such a mission.

What time is it?

(donkey brays)

(Daryl laughs)

Terranova!

Terranova!

(menacing electronic music)

- How you gonna
remember this, Vinnie?

How you gonna remember me, pal?

You've been lyin' for
years, it's the truth.

My legal operations
pay more taxes

than half the major
corporations in this country.

Hey, I loved you, man.

(ball taps)

Good ol' Vinnie, a
cinch and a pinch.

You robbed me, man.

Ah, I was gonna have children,

I was gonna get married.

Mm, nothin' left of me
now, just swamp gas.

No Steelgraves to
carry on the name.

You took that from me, Vinnie.

- No Son.
- Mm-hm.

- You took that from yourself.

- What are you drinkin', pal?

- I want you outta my life.

- You betrayed me.

Now you gotta carry
that around with you.

Forever.

(Sonny sighs)

We had a big future.

Now I'm just the knot in
the pit of your stomach

that keeps your
equilibrium outta whack.

I'm your sleepless
nights, Vinnie.

Yeah sure, you keep tellin'
yourself it's the leg,

it's givin' you insomnia.

Who you foolin'?

It's me.

It's what you did to me
that gnaws at your soul.

We had a good time, eh pal?

Eh?

Mm, cock of the boardwalk

and the crown prince
of Atlantic City!

Mm-mm!

You were the juice
for the neon lights.

(eerie electronic music)

You loved it, Vinny.

(midtempo instrumental music)

You never turned down the
best flesh money can buy.

Smooth, throbbin' heat
wrapped around you so tight.

You're grinnin' so wide,
you could count your teeth.

Give in to it,
Vinnie, that's it.

Give in to it, hey.

Go ahead, pal.

Not for nothin', Vinnie,
but you can't escape.

So you know what?

You might as well dance.

You know you want it.

That's it, Vinnie.

- I can't breathe.

- What?

- I can't breathe.

- Eh Vinnie, can't breathe?

Eh, eh?

What?

What, can't breathe,
oh good, good.

Good, 'cause this is
the tab for your lies,

the haunting of your
soul bought with a badge.

You're cursed, you're cursed
to carry me in your black heart

for life, death, purgatory!

Right up to the gates
of salvation, boy!

Do you hear me, Terranova?

Do you hear me?

- Do you hear me, Mr. Terranova?

Mr. Terranova, Mr. Terranova?

Don't you think a little
sun would be nice?

(patients murmur)

- How does it feel to be
restrained by convention?

I am glad you got to feel the
true experience. (chuckles)

I was sensitive to
your needs, wasn't I?

Why couldn't you be
sensitive to mine?

I took my job home with me.

Responsibilities
are incriminations?

Maybe you're havin' too
good of a time here.

(keys click)

Reason for stay, physical.

- How's the smear, dude?

Uh-oh, you're
fighting your therapy.

Dr. H is not going
to like this, no sir.

No sir.

Vincent Terranova.

- Who are you?

- Oh sorry.

Taylor's the name.

I'm sort of the, um,
unit's official greeter.

- Are you a doctor?

- (laughs) Uh, no, no.

I'm just like you,
Jim, a crazy person.

- I'm not crazy.

- Me neither. (chuckles)

But I've been in the
unit long enough now,

they pay me to do things.

Fix electrical
sockets and stuff.

I was an engineer.

R and D at Boeing.

- What is this place?

- I don't know how successful
you were on the outside,

but you've made it to the
top of the psycho world.

It's the big leagues.

You know, we've got some
very successful people here.

A college professor,
and economist,

one, two, count
'em, two lawyers.

(object clatters)
(man screams)

- What was that?

- (laughs) Mr. Heminowksy.

He's probably ducked
his lithium again.

We got so many
psychotics in here,

when the drugs kick
in like just right,

it sounds like a calliope.

Ee-ee, ah-ah, ooh-ooh,
tookie tookie.

- Hey, Taylor.

Come here.

Do me a favor, will ya?

Can you loosen these
up a little bit for me?

Please?

- Catch ya later, dude.

- Good morning, Mr. Terranova.

- Dr. Hasburg.

I don't belong in here.

- It took six men to subdue you.

- Ow.

Just let me make one
lousy phone call.

- Patients are allowed
to receive phone calls

between 4p.m. and 5p.m. on a
first-come, first-served basis.

Let's see if we can keep
your strength up, shall we?

- No wait a minute!

Call my Uncle Mike
for me, please?

555-4958, please!

Damn it!

- Now you be a good boy, eh?

- Get away from me! (groans)

- We've got to eat!

- You son of a bitch!

- That's thrice.

(punch thuds)

(Vincent groans)

- No, no! (groans)

Oh!

(Sonny speaks in
foreign language)

- Vincenzo, don't
play with your food.

Vincent Michael
Terranova, eat your food.

- Don't do that!

- You remember all those
times you were late for dinner

because you were bamboo
bats over Linda Mazzoriti?

- Shut up!

- Be a good boy.

- I said don't do that!

- Come on.

(gun fires)

(dishes clatter)

(gun clicks)

- You're really gonna
like this game, Vincent.

(priest speaks in
foreign language)

Come on, tough guy.

It's the only way I'm
gonna let you outta here.

- This is stupid,
I'm not gonna do it.

- You're a front runner, Vinnie.

You only take chances when
the cards are in your favor.

Now it takes a guy like me
to do the truly classic--

- No!
(gun fires)

(kettle whistles)

- You know, I haven't
lived alone in a long time.

I gotta find stuff for the
kitchen, decorate the walls,

everything.

- Ah, it's an adjustment, Frank.

Just like everything else.

- Mm, I'm on a budget.

I can't a place close
to human habitation

or anything even resembling it.

I mean, you look at the
prices of these places,

the OCB oughta be going
after the landlords.

- I probably shouldn't do this.

I have the feeling you
make a lousy tenant.

- What?

- My grandmother left me a place

down Little Silver, New Jersey.

Big old Victorian, so we
converted it into a quadraplex.

I'll give you a deal
on one of the units,

you watch the place.

- You just might've
saved my life.

- We'll see.

- Thanks.

I gotta be going.

- Hey Frank.

How's Vinnie doing
with his physical?

- I haven't heard from
him since yesterday.

If anything's wrong, I'm
sure I would've heard.

- Yeah, I guess.

Thanks, uncle.

(patients murmur)

- You're back just in time.

I've got somethin' to show you.

(Vincent thuds)

The show's about to begin.

(suspenseful music)

(Vincent groans)

That is your future
if you mess with me.

- Your first two days with us

haven't been exactly
exemplary, Mr. Terranova.

I'm hoping we can uh, we can
get off to a fresh start, hm?

- Have you seen my file?

- I glanced through it, yes.

- Is it classified?

- All patient files
are classified.

- I am a federal agent.

I am, that's gotta be
in there somewhere.

- No, it isn't.

- Well just.

Did you call my Uncle Mike?

- I've already explained to
you our policy on phone calls,

now what we've got to do,

is we've got to talk about you.

- (chuckles) I
don't belong here.

- You're gonna have to
get past this denial

if we're gonna help you.

- I'm not!

I'm not denying.

- You got a problem with
hostility, Mr. Terranova.

(Vincent laughs)

- You can't, you can't.

You guys are incredible.

- This is hostility.

- You won't listen to me!

You patronize me, you
strap me in this chair!

You pump me full of drugs

and have your goons
kick me around.

Why shouldn't I be hostile?

- Well, you're getting
it out, that's good.

- Gettin' it out. (laughs)

Look at you.

Look at you sittin' there,
suckin' on your pipe

admirin' your cowboy boots,

while you're denyin' my basic
rights as a human being.

You made no effort to
confirm your beliefs

that I'm not a federal agent.

You think I'm crazy.

Don't you?

I don't know why.

For whatever reason,
it's in your files wrong.

But it's in there, and
it's all you care about.

Ah.

Let us worship the
database altar.

And woe unto us when
those in the blasphemies

of hostility and denial.

- And to overcome your problems,

we're gonna have
to confront them.

I know this is hard
for you to accept,

but the reason I'm
here is to help.

(Vincent laughs)

- Well.

The only reason you're here

is because you couldn't
get a real job.

No, let's not kid each other.

I would like to go back
to my room now, please.

- Mr. Terranova's ready
to go back to his room.

- Ooh, come on.

Here's your opportunity.

You are being so
cooperative today.

Guess the drugs
finally kicked in, huh?

Too bad.

I was lookin' forward
to a little bit of fun.

(Vincent groans)

(rail clatters)

(door thuds)

- First things first, Patrick.

Then I'll deal with you.

(electronic warbling)

Hey Sonny.

- I'm busy kid.

Wait for me in the lobby.

- Come here.

- Come on, come on, come
on, lay off the suit.

What's the matter with you, man?

What's the problem?

- You're the problem.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- Me?

Who gave you a Porsche, eh?

Who let you live in this
casino penthouse, eh?

Who put your brother
on the payroll?

- He gave me a job.

- Gave him a job, my right hand.

Personal absolver.

- Direct line to forgiveness.

And the pay is great, Vinnie.

- You can get him to
take his collar off,

we could have some fun.

- Pete's dead.

You're dead.

- Ooh, Vinnie, I'm not dead.

I live here.

And here, and here, and here.
- Ooh!

- Come here, come on.

Come on, you (speaks
in foreign language).

(Vincent laughs)
What?

- Not interested, Sonny.

I'm through fightin' with you.

- After what you did to me?

Come on.

- I've been all
through that already.

It just doesn't wash anymore.

You were a user, Sonny.

You were a manipulative,
self-centered little autocrat

with a comic book personality.

- I took care of you, man.

- Nah, you used me.

You used everybody.

- For this, I use.

Society's built by
users of people.

Without us you've got
caves and loincloths.

- Mr. Altruistic.

- Yeah, a visionary.

- Yeah, but Sonny.

You only see yourself.

This, this isn't society.

(objects clatter)

It's just your ego
out of control.

You're a user of people, Sonny.

A smooth smile to go
along with the silk suit.

A cheap veneer with
a high-gloss finish.

But you strip that away,

you're nothin' but
a scared little man.

- You wanna see fear, Vinnie?

Look in the mirror.

- Nah, you're confusing
conscience with cowardice.

What I was, was guilty
of buyin' into your act.

But the ride's over.

- I helped your mother.

He helped me, Vincent.

- You always knew the
right buttons to push,

didn't you, Sonny?

But you're outta here.

- Outta here?

I live here.

- Your lease is up, Sonny.

You're dead.

- You killed me.

- You killed yourself.

You were a suicide.

You weren't man enough to
face up to your own actions.

You were the one
that was scared.

Man, that's it, isn't it?

- What, what?

- The guilt, Sonny.

You know what I was guilty of?

I was guilty of admiring a man

who would rather take his
own life than face up to it.

Not for nothin', Sonny, but you
were a major disappointment.

- Don't do this to me, Vinnie.

- You're doin' it to yourself,
Sonny, just like always.

- Let me go with some class.

- You go with what you got.

- We were brothers once,
you and me, remember?

Lemme go and with
just a little class.

- No.

(doors thud)

- Where's Vinnie Terranova?

- Who are you?

- I am a very angry man
with a lot of power,

now where is he?

- You'll have to
see Dr. Hasburg.

- Where is he?

- He's in a session in there.

But you can't just!

- Hey, how about you give
it a rest, sports shoes?

- I am in the middle
of a session, here.

You can't barge in.

- Frank!

- Daryl.

You know, I really
shouldn't be surprised.

I want Vinnie Terranova.

- Who are you?

- You know, I'm really
gettin' tired of this.

- Lookin' awfully good, Frank.

- Daryl, you're responsible
for this, aren't you?

- Who me?

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

- You need a warrant--

- I don't need a
warrant, you yahoo.

Now you get me Vinnie Terranova

or I'm gonna charge you with
kidnapping a federal officer,

now let's go.

- Still the master of the
bureaucracy, aren't you, Daryl?

- Still the master.

- Patrick?

Come with me, quickly.

- [Frank] What the
hell did you idiots do?

You get him loose.

- Hey, Frank.

- Are you all right?

- I can't believe the
lengths you gotta go through

to get rid of a roommate.

- Well at least you still
got a sense of humor.

Let he help you.

- Nah, nah, I'm all
right, I'm okay.

I'm a little weak,
I'm not an invalid.

- You'll have to be
released in a wheelchair,

that's hospital policy.

Now I'm awfully sorry about
this misunderstanding.

(punch thuds)

Aw!

- Patrick.

Stupid buffoon.

- [Patient] Look at that,
look at that, look at that.

- You are under arrest for
assaulting a federal officer.

Verbal and physical harassment.

If you think you
got trouble with me,

wait till my partner
gets a piece of you.

(patients laugh and chatter)

- I'm sorry about this, Vince.

- It's all right,
Frank, it worked out.

But don't think that
means you don't owe me.

You owe me big.

- You owe a guy named Taylor.

If he wouldn't have
called Uncle Mike,

I don't know what
woulda happened.

(Patrick groans)

(midtempo orchestral music)

- [Taylor] Ee-ee, ah-ah,
ooh-ooh, tookie tookie.

(midtempo instrumental music)