Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 2, Episode 4 - Last of the True Believers - full transcript
- [Narrator] Tonight on Wiseguy.
- You don't belong here.
- Where do you think I was born?
Where do you think
my mother lives,
where do you think
my brother died?
- Yeah well then how
come you don't bleed
when the neighborhood gets cut?
- You blew your cover, now how
am I supposed to do my job?
- Frank I had to!
I had to, this kid is
doing a balancing act
on a high wire between
right and wrong.
When he falls, I want to make
sure it's on the right side.
(sirens wail)
- Maybe you'd like to
talk to a psychiatrist.
- I want to talk to Knox Pooley.
- We believed in you
and you lied to us!
- Welcome to the real world.
(dramatic music)
- [Frank] Corker hung
himself in that cell, Benny.
Now I know Ritchie Stramm saved
your life up at that cabin,
but we're not doing him any
favor by bonding him out.
Calvin Hollis is going to be
asking him questions
he can't answer.
Stramm's better off in jail.
At least Calvin can't
get to him there.
So why are we letting him
go Vince, what's going on?
- I mean the guy you
were supposed to plant
was with Terranova, and
Stanley Corker ends up dead.
I wanna know why.
- I don't know.
Where'd you see all these
cops all of a sudden?
- Well what did you do?
Call 'em?
- Hey look, Vinnie's a hood.
They probably follow
him all over the place.
- Well then how come
he didn't get busted?
- Corker was the
only one with a gun.
- Oh really?
Mr. Terranova had
to have a gun too.
- Don't worry about me, Calvin.
Worry about your manners.
- Hey back off man.
- Shut up!
What's that Calvin?
You were mumbling
when you sent me out
to the boonies were ya?
Everything was nice and clear
except whether you were
trying to set me up,
and if i find out you
were I'm gonna hand you
your ass in a paper bag and the
same thing goes for you too.
- [Frank] Fashion show, Paul?
- Just showing you how
to dress for success.
- Well I guess it's
better than finding
you making an
obscene phone call.
How are ya?
- Good.
So you know why Elias
is no longer with us.
- Yeah it's all over the bureau.
I got one question,
was he a breather?
- No, actually he
was pretty verbal
and very imaginative.
I can't believe the guy
used a safe phone in here.
Wait'll you hear
his greatest hits.
- Hello?
- What are you wearing?
- [Woman] Who is this?
- [Elias] I hope it's
black lace panties.
- I don't want to hear that
Paul, that's pretty sick.
- [Elias] Lace panties
makes me happy.
- Well other than that,
how are you Frank?
- [Frank] About the same
as I was in Minneapolis.
- That's good for the OCB,
but you're going to have
to tell me what that
means for yours truly.
- Well that means I know
who the boss is, you sir
and I hope the
numbskulls here make you
more than interim director
because I like working
for somebody who doesn't
sit on their brains.
- Thanks.
So is Terranova really
using an ax to peel a grape?
- I don't know about
axes and grapes,
but he's leaning pretty
hard on those jamokes.
- He's leaning on air,
there's nothing there.
- Yeah there is, Calvin Hollis.
- Career nut.
- [Frank] Well he thinks
Vince is connected.
There's no sense in
ruining a good impression.
- And Calvin Hollis is
connected to Knox Pooley,
a wayward used car
salesman and Knox Pooley
heads a group called
the Pilgrims of Promise,
a bunch of losers who
aren't smart enough
to operate a can opener.
- Well you better
be careful, Paul.
White supremacists
will call you a bigot.
- That's a small price
to pay if Terranova
starts rattling
some bigger chains.
- Well he's not coming
back, not yet anyway.
- [Paul] Hasn't this vendetta
of his gone far enough?
- You know I don't
know if Elias's report
remotely resembles
the straight pool
but these people you're
dismissing as whackos
have been involved
in a cop killing,
an armored truck robbery,
and a significant gun deal.
- Then feed 'em to the
local PD if it'll get
Terranova off the time.
- [Frank] And there's
one other thing.
- Ritchie Stramm?
I read all about it.
He's an accessory to murder.
The only thing
Terranova should be
doing with Stramm
is arresting him.
- Afraid not.
It's a salvage
job, it's personal.
- We'll have to discuss humanity
and law enforcement
over drinks sometime.
Right now I'm late for a
meeting with senator Kilgallen.
- Ah senator Kilgallen.
- You know the players.
Do what you think is best.
- Yeah oh Paul,
why the purple tie?
- Haven't you heard Frank?
Purple is this
year's power color.
- 72, 73, no no
not there, there.
75, oh I lost my count.
No put it over there.
- 84.
- Yes.
- 100% cotton.
- Looks great Dr. Pooley.
- Just fair Ritchie.
Great is 50% polyester.
We don't get 50% polyester,
we gotta charge $12.
That's a little steep for the
forgotten and the forsaken.
- Are you gonna send 'em back?
- Well the fates have
conspired against us, Ritchie.
People are now starting to
pay attention to our cause.
We can't do anything that
would cost us momentum.
- I've got an idea I
think could help you.
- Well don't keep it a secret.
- You know that talk show you're
going to do with
Alexander Hardin?
You could sell cassettes
of it, I know I'd buy one.
- I know you would, Ritchie.
Young men like you
are our future.
- Dr. Pooley.
- Oh that time is it?
- Yes sir.
- Very well.
Keep beaming up those ideas.
We'll talk about them
any time I get a moment.
- There's hardly any
room for me anymore.
- That jacket's about ready
for a trip to the
cleaners isn't it?
(somber music)
- Remember Caputo's Pizzeria,
remember that place?
It was the first place
I ever had a slice.
Old man Caputo saw
how much I liked it,
he gave me another
one for nothing.
- How come you don't
get bent out of shape
about the foreigners who
stole his restaurant?
- First of all, they
didn't steal anything.
Caputo was 79 years old.
He got tired of
sticking his head
in the pizza oven
50 times a day.
What is this stuff with the
foreigners, what is that?
- Man they don't even
belong in this country.
(rock music)
Joey give me a draft.
- What do you mean they
don't belong in this country?
Didn't your people come
over here on a boat?
'Cause mine sure as hell did.
- It was a different
country then, man.
I mean there was space.
Now they're eating us alive
and you're sitting here
saying live and let live.
- It's a hell of a lot better
than hating and dying isn't it?
- You know this isn't any
place you know anymore.
You don't belong here.
- I don't belong here?
Where do you think I was born?
Where do you think
my mother lives,
where do you think
my brother died?
- You're just visiting.
- Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?
This is my home here,
and even when I leave
I take this place with me.
Might as well have Brooklyn
stamped on my forehead
'cause I got this place
running through my veins.
- Yeah?
- Yeah that's right.
- Yeah well then how
come you don't bleed
when the neighborhood gets cut?
- I do man.
Every time this guy
Pooley dumps more garbage
on the street corners
of my neighborhood.
Too much bleeding
going on as it is.
(gun fires)
What the hell is
the matter with you?
- Everywhere I look,
all I see is death.
I see,
I see that security guard,
I see Warren.
All in my head!
- Kid you're right
it is all wrong.
That's what I've been
waiting to hear you say.
Now this thing is all
over with, Ritchie
I'm going to do whatever
I can to bag Calvin.
I'm not gonna put you
through this anymore.
- Oh no wait a second,
it's not all over.
I'm not, I gotta
finish this thing.
- For what?
- Because that's not what the
Pilgrims of Promise
are all about.
It's not what, it's not what
Dr. Pooley is all about.
- Ritchie that is
exactly what he is about.
- It's not, it's not about hate.
He's not a racist.
It's Calvin who
is totally insane.
I got to warn Dr. Pooley.
- Ritchie, the last thing
Pooley needs is a warning.
- Listen you told me to take
responsibility for my life.
- [Vince] Yeah?
- Yeah well let me take it.
I tell you what, you go with
me to that television studio,
I'll show you what Dr.
Pooley's all about.
- Yeah all right.
- I'm Alexander Hardin.
- Knox Pooley.
You're awfully
nice to invite us.
- Oh don't be modest,
you're getting a lot of
attention these days.
Actually we should have
had you on weeks ago.
- Oh, this is my
associate Calvin Hollis.
He'll be leading cheers for me.
- Glad to have you here.
- Say an hour is a lot of time.
I hope I can fill
up your whole show.
- You won't have to.
We've got two other guests.
I better go chat them
up if you don't mind,
before we go on the air.
Coffee in the green room.
- [Calvin] A nigger and a
Hebe, makes me want to puke.
- It does look like
am ambush, doesn't it?
But the fertile mind
always triumphs,
remember that Calvin.
- [Producer] One minute.
- I'm gonna have these
Marxist ninnies on a cracker.
- [Narrator] Time to
stand up and speak out
on the Alexander Hardin Show.
(applause)
- Today on the hot
seat, Dr. Knox Pooley,
founder of the
Pilgrims of Promise,
a controversial group
that some say advocates
white supremacy.
Thurman McGill, a long
time political activist
who now serves Brooklyn as
the head of the country's
most aggressive low
income housing program
and Meier Heimowitz,
author, attorney,
civil libertarian, and president
of the Zionist Center
for Free Thought.
(applause)
Pilgrims of Promise,
a hate group.
- There is no room for hate
in the Pilgrims of Promise.
In fact the major weapon
in our campaign is love.
Love for the way the
things used to be,
love for the way
they're supposed to be.
- What unabashed twaddle!
You're perverting the language.
- I'm simply striving sir,
to awaken the men who have
worn their blue
collars so proudly.
They need to take back the jobs
and the neighborhoods that
are rightfully theirs.
- We've provided a
very necessary service.
We brought housing to people
that desperately needed it.
- What you did with your limp
wristed social experiment
was disrupt an
entire neighborhood
by putting an undesirable
element in those houses.
- You want to talk
about undesirable?
What about the rabble from
the Pilgrims of Promise
who picketed those houses?
Who belittled and terrorized
and ultimately
firebombed decent people
who simply sought a
better place to live?
- I don't know anything
about firebombs.
You'll have to talk to Wilson
Good down in Philadelphia.
(crowd murmuring)
- White revolution
is the only solution?
That's something
I'd expect to find
in South Africa or
the Confederacy.
- [Knox] I resent that.
- No, Mr. McGill is right.
Makes me wonder if you have
anything as clever
regarding Jews.
- I am simply encouraging folks
to have pride in themselves.
To take charge of
their own lives.
You gonna say you've
never done the same?
- We'll be right back after a
word from our local sponsors.
(upbeat music)
(applause)
Three minutes.
Smoke 'em if you've got 'em.
- That was a workout.
You fellas play hardball.
- I hope you're saving time
to receive your MacAbees
eternal light award.
- We got a lot of time.
It'll be an honor.
- That's a nice trophy.
Say I want to talk to you about
that lecture tour of yours.
Who does your booking anyway?
- Elliot Kaplan
at Talent Troika.
MSRO everywhere.
- That's your hero.
- And now back to our show.
(applause)
- Mongrelization shouldn't
get your bowels in an uproar.
In the animal kingdom the
purebred's the weakling.
The mongrel is the fighter,
full of spirit and spunk.
- Forget your rationalization,
your theory is stupid.
- Been proven by some of
the finest minds in science.
William Shockley for one.
- Racist nuts.
- Afraid of the truth?
- No, afraid of the lies that
get men killed, that
promote genocide!
- I will not sit here
and be called a murderer.
- I want you off this stage.
- What?
- Get out now!
- Not 'til after I
give out my 800 number.
That was our deal, remember?
- Well then give it and get out!
Bobby put it up on the screen.
You've got 10 seconds.
- [Narrator] 1-800-555-4796.
- [Calvin] This guy
Hardin is a menace.
- Tranquilize yourself, Calvin.
The man's giving 'em a show.
- He, he's laughing at us.
You said so yourself.
- Business, that's all.
He's got his routine,
I've got mine.
To exist we need each other.
- I'm still gonna set
that faggot straight.
- Well you give him
a piece of your mind.
I got some 800
numbers to harvest,
and I think I'll find myself
a big slice of banana cream pie.
- Great theater wasn't it?
(suspenseful music)
- [Vince] I was there, Frank.
- What in the men's room?
- I was in the audience catching
Pooley's act on the show.
- Good, you have something
to remember him by.
- Hey.
I am not walking away from this.
- Well then you
consider yourself
being dragged away from this.
- When was this, doesn't
this new murder count?
What are you gonna do Frank,
just let the Pilgrims of Promise
run around killing people?
- The locals can call that shot.
- The hell they can!
Pooley's not gonna
skate on this one.
I'm gonna dog him all
the way to prison.
- You know let me
ask you a question.
What is the fascination
with this kid Stramm?
- 'Cause without
him, I have no chance
of tying Pooley to these crimes.
- What's that supposed to mean?
(sighs)
Hey I asked you a question,
what's that supposed to mean?
(sighs)
- He's working for me.
- You blew your cover, now how
am I supposed to do my job?
- Frank I had to!
I had to, this kid is
doing a balancing act
on a high wire between
right and wrong.
When he falls, I want to make
sure it's on the right side.
And if I can't do that, then
I'm in the wrong line of work.
- How about if you
spare me the excuses?
What you did makes me
feel like a jackass
for backing you every step!
I've bought you
all kinds of time
for your personal
fandango, and you wind up
shooting yourself in the foot!
- I've known
Ritchie a long time.
I'll take my chances.
- Do you care about this kid,
or is this about trying to
get bounced from the OCB?
- I am operating on my
own terms, remember?
- You understand this
is not about your terms.
This kid is untrained
and unqualified.
He stands a good chance
of coming out of this
one body part at a time.
Happens to the best of 'em.
Now you call that
trying to save 'em?
I better buy you a dictionary.
- Yeah but if he, hey.
If he doesn't go after
Pooley that means
he's staring at
serious prison time.
If he does at least he's
building a case for himself,
he's doing something
right for a change.
(sighs)
Believe me Frank, I've
given this a lot of thought.
The kid has to risk his
ass to save his neck.
- You know the high wire
you're talking about?
You tell me what happens if he
falls on Pooley's side of it.
(somber music)
(knocking)
- Come in, it's open.
Ritchie, afternoon.
- How you doing Dr. Pooley?
- I'm fine, fine.
Order you something to eat?
They make a first
rate omelet here.
- No, no thanks.
I, I just wanted to talk.
- More good ideas?
- No, it's bad news really.
- Go ahead, I'm listening.
- I...
I don't know how to
say this, Dr. Pooley.
I mean you are the one
true believer I know.
Nobody's done more
to show me the road
to self fulfillment than you.
But there is a force at work
and I'm not even sure
you know about it.
Somebody in the organization
is really hurting your cause.
He is like a cancer,
and what he does
just keeps getting worse
and worse and it won't stop.
- That's pretty harsh, Ritchie.
- Yeah well things are really
starting to get
pretty out of control.
- I imagine so, with
you talking like this.
Tell me, does this
cancer have a name?
Come join us, Calvin.
We were just waxing
philosophical.
- There's no time for that,
and we need to talk, now.
And then have a
rally in Paramus.
- You're right, don't know
what I'd do without you.
Say Ritchie, I've got some
books and T-shirts in
the next room there
I want to take with me.
Could you pull 'em
together for me?
- Yeah sure, I'd be glad to.
- Couple of dozen each.
They're stacked
against the wall there.
- Yeah I'll get 'em for you.
- Thank you son.
- We need to worry more
about security, Knox.
- We need more money in
the coffers before we're
entitled to a dose of paranoia.
- John Hinckley shooting Reagan,
Arthur Bremer shooting
George Wallace.
A man with a vision
is a marked man.
- So who's got me
in their crosshairs?
- Could be a guy
named Terranova.
- [Knox] Never heard
of the gentleman.
- We bought guns from him.
- What do we need guns for?
- Protection from the mud bugs.
- I don't want to hear that crap
and I don't want
to hear about guns!
The only thing you need
guns for is to rob people
and these folks are
giving us money.
- But there's a war coming,
and you're our general.
- I'm a conscientious objector.
Now just cease and
desist with your gun talk
or you're gonna have the law
stepping on us with both feet.
- A watched phone never rings,
didn't they teach
you that at Quantico?
- Ritchie should
have called by now.
- Yeah.
But he didn't,
and there's nothing
you can do about it.
You don't know whether
he's been treated
to a 14 course meal
or fed to the sharks,
so your mind it marks the time
by playing all the
possibilities, always
thinking the worst.
Always feel like you
should have done something
a little extra for the kid.
But you care about
him, you really do.
Sometimes you feel like
having him fit for
a straitjacket.
Sometimes you feel
like wringing his neck.
But he's your responsibility.
He's family by default.
Sometimes the
silences can be loud.
- I'm sorry Frank.
- I don't want you to be sorry.
- [Calvin] Force is
too much to understand.
- [Knox] Darwin would
have loved you, Calvin.
- [Calvin] Who?
- [Knox] The man who preached
survival of the fittest.
Do you have any idea
of what I accomplished
on that old goat's TV show?
I tapped into a
whole new market.
If you start arming
us, we're going
to look like a lunatic fringe.
- It's Ritchie.
- Now go check on him.
It's about time you
did something right.
- Oh.
(panting)
He, he's gone.
(growls)
- No reason for a damn tantrum.
- T-t-t-the trophy, the one
that the Hebe gave Hardin.
- What was that doing here?
- Safekeeping.
- How did you...
You killed him.
- What?
- You idiot, you
killed him didn't you?
- I mean h-h-he
was laughing at us.
- But the cash
register was ringing.
- The money doesn't matter.
I mean, it was for purification.
- Purification.
To hell with purification,
to hell with the
Pilgrims of Promise!
I didn't tell you
to kill anybody!
Did not damn it, now
you've ruined everything.
- I just did the things that
you thought had to be done.
I was your soldier.
- You're no soldier.
You're a coat holder.
You have to look
at somebody else
to find out who you are.
(groans)
- Please don't hit
me daddy, please.
- I'm not your father.
And from here on out,
I'm nothing to you.
- No my father he beat
me, you don't understand.
- You don't understand.
I never want to see you again.
Get out.
And don't come back,
don't ever come back!
(phone rings)
- [Woman] 911, emergency.
- Why the hell
didn't you call me?
- I just wanted to
get out here first.
- What is that son?
- It's a trophy.
There's a name on it,
that TV guy, Hardin.
- Where'd you get this?
- It was in a room at the hotel.
- Whose room?
- Dr. Pooley's.
It's a room he uses
to store stuff in.
Listen you guys gotta help me.
I know I shouldn't have run out.
I thought I was strong enough
to handle it, I
guess I was wrong.
- Ritchie it's all right,
you did a good job.
You had to be strong to go
through what you did, it's okay.
- It's McPike, give
me some and partials
and urban and latents.
Put 'em in the starting blocks.
I want a complete print index
on Knox Pooley
and Calvin Hollis.
You have it waiting for me
when I come through the door.
All right let's
go, you in the car.
(knocking)
- I'm coming!
Keep your pants on.
(knocking)
(ominous music)
- Where's Ritchie?
- He's not here.
- Ritchie you better be here!
- What do you want here,
what are you doing?
- He isn't upstairs!
- Here either.
- What are you doing?
- What are we gonna do?
Let's say we come up empty.
- Get out of here!
- Let's go!
- All of you, get out!
(somber music)
- They dusted the
trophy for prints.
No Knox Pooley, but
Calvin's all over it.
10 minutes ago he
was at your house,
bouncing your mother around.
- My mother?
- She's all right.
We got a man with her now.
- I've got to go,
I gotta get home.
- Calvin was there
because you're a fly
that got caught in Pooley's web.
Now you're gonna see it
through, no early outs.
- Frank why don't we
take a shot at Pooley?
We got enough for
a warrant don't we?
- I'm working on it already.
It's gonna take a little longer.
- All right well I'll
go and sit on him
and make sure he
doesn't get any ideas
about taking his show
out of town all right?
- You hold it.
He's not yours anymore,
you're mine, out.
- It's all right, go ahead.
- Who are you?
- Name's Terranova.
- Pleasure to meet you sir.
Your name's a catalyst
for a lot of kind words.
If you don't mind,
I've got a plane I--
- Oh no no no, you
are not going anyplace
until I find out
where Calvin is.
- I'm afraid Calvin's
gone, Mr. Terranova.
And I pray I never
see him again.
- That's not the way it works.
You see, Calvin
owes people money.
Now if they can't get
a pound of his flesh,
they're going to settle
for a pound of yours.
- I didn't cheat anybody,
and I sure as hell
didn't kill anybody.
- Who got killed?
- Alexander Hardin.
Calvin beat his head in.
- You called the hit didn't ya?
- Absolutely not.
Now I'm a businessman,
just like you
and I had a good thing
going here, the best.
No way I'm going to tarnish
the motherlode with a murder.
I had an audience that
was handing me money
faster than I could count it
and all I had to do to get it
was blame somebody
for their troubles.
These suckers were as
happy as goats in garbage.
It was the con I've been
dreaming about all my life.
- Knock knock.
Sorry to interrupt
the hen party, girls.
Knox Pooley.
- You got him.
- We've got a warrant
for your arrest.
We also believe you know the
whereabouts of a Calvin Hollis.
- I'm not sure I
know what you mean.
- You think harder, sport.
You got a reason for
being here, Terranova?
- Yeah collector for
the March of Dimes.
- That's very funny, you
taking lessons from this snake?
That'll at least be good
for a ride downtown.
We don't got a warrant on you,
but arrangements could be made.
- Ritchie.
Welcome to the real world.
- All right, you want to tell
me where Calvin Hollis is?
(screaming)
- Shut shush, keep
your mouth shut!
- Hey don't hurt my family!
- Just do what I say!
- Just don't hurt my family.
- Shut up!
(crying)
Just shut up, keep
those kids shut up!
(screaming)
Maybe I'll kill all of you.
- Hey Hollis, the woman and the
kids aren't hurting anybody!
(gunfire)
(screaming)
- All right take the kids
and get out of here,
get out of here.
- Go, go hurry hurry!
- No no!
I, I said that you could go.
I said it.
(crying)
- I understand, we'll
be here if you need us.
Your boy Calvin just took
Thurman McGill hostage.
- He's psychotic.
That's why I told the
police he killed Hardin.
- The only call they
got was anonymous.
- At 5:48.
- You know you're doing a lot
better than your constituency.
Calvin killed one of the clowns
that went into McGill's
house with him.
- There was nothing
I told him to do.
Just a practitioner of the
free enterprise system.
- Yeah but you lit
the fuse, sport.
- So they could
destroy my business?
Nonsense.
I want him off the streets
as badly as you do.
(sirens wail)
- [Officer] What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Get it out of here,
get it out of here now.
You have no right to be here.
No you get back
behind the barrier.
- Maybe you'd like to talk to
a psychiatrist or a clergyman.
- No!
No look...
I want to talk to Knox Pooley
and nobody else!
Just like Custer huh?
- Custer died at the Little
Bighorn, everybody did
and so will we if
you don't surrender.
- Oh quit your
whining Mr. Shine.
- My name is Thurman McGill.
Look, there's no
way you're gonna
shoot your way out of this.
Just put your guns
down, I can help you!
I'm serious, Hollis.
I have friends at
the DA's office.
- Hey Calvin, do
you smell something?
- Yeah must be mud people.
- No man, that ain't it.
- Like I said I've got
friends at the DA's office.
I can speak to 'em
on your behalf.
Get 'em to plead you down
because you released my family.
- Oh come on, don't feed
me that line, McGill.
I mean you know you'd try
and say anything to
wiggle out of this.
- We both need help.
(flames crackling)
- Oh god.
- Oh shut up and tell
me what's burning!
- It's Frederickson.
- Well...
We got other things
to worry about.
You get up--
- It's all over.
- Come on regroup
man, get it together.
- I can't do it!
- Hey hey, what are
you thinking huh?
- Out.
- Don't do it man.
- [Officer] Calvin Hollis!
(glass tinkling)
- Tucker!
- Don't shoot!
- He got his toad.
- Don't shoot!
- Where's my phone call?
- Police have not
identified the man
who surrendered
after jumping through
the home's picture window.
Still inside are Thurman
McGill and Calvin Hollis
who has told police he is allied
with the Pilgrims of Promise,
a white supremacist
organization.
- Well, we can write finito
to that little beauty.
- The victim is
believed to be the third
(phone rings)
of the three home invaders.
- Stramm, turn that thing down.
- Shortly after 7:30 when
the trio burst into...
- McPike.
Somebody wants to talk to you.
- I don't talk to
anybody except my lawyer.
Unless of course
we can devise a way
to avoid a trip downtown.
- Yeah?
You talk, sport.
- Hello.
- This is the apocalypse, Knox.
No more ice.
This is the fire.
- Give it up, Calvin.
That dog won't hunt.
- [Calvin] What, you
can't, you can't walk away.
We're not finished yet.
- Speak for yourself!
- How can you turn
your back on me?
I am the one that showed you
what the mud people
were doing to us.
- And I'm a richer man for it,
but now it's time to move on.
- [Calvin] That's not fair!
- [Knox] Since when has fairness
been a concern of yours?
All you care about is
making sure the mud people
don't get ahead of
you in the chow line.
- Are you making fun of me?
- You leave me no other choice.
- [Calvin] I mean you're
laughing at somebody
who killed for you.
- I did no such thing.
Now you say that, you
say it loud and clear.
- [Calvin] I, I was
the man of action.
Remember?
And you gave me the ideas.
- Listen Calvin, did I ever
tell you to kill anybody?
- It was...
It was for purification.
- Damn it Calvin, shut up
and answer the question,
did I ever tell you
to kill anybody?
- [Calvin] No.
- That's good.
That's real good.
Get yourself some help.
- I don't want help.
Don't you understand?
I want you.
I...
I mean I love you.
I love you.
- Thank you Calvin.
- Bastard!
- Ritchie!
Knock it off, Ritchie
stop it, knock it off hey!
- We believed in you
and you lied to us!
You lied!
- It was just one more thing
to sell, Ritchie, that's all.
Nothing personal.
I've been selling
since I was 11 or 12.
I remember this neighbor of ours
down in Georgia came by one day,
I wound up selling him
an old porch swing.
He didn't even have a porch.
Well right then it was
like the clouds opened up
so the good lord could
look down and say,
Knox Pooley, you are a salesman.
And I've been one ever since.
Doesn't matter whether it's
fish, tires, or
ladies underwear.
With me, it's never the
noun, it's always the verb.
Sell.
- [Vince] It's
all right Ritchie.
- We're gonna burn to death
if we don't get out of here!
- I loved him Thurman.
I did everything for him.
- Hey and you're
gonna die for him too
if we don't get out of here!
(whimpers)
- It was for the cause.
- Then dying is the
worst thing you could do.
When you walk out that
door, every newspaper
and television
station in New York
is gonna want to hear your story
and you will be the one
telling it, not Pooley, you!
- I don't know.
- It's time for you to
take the spotlight, Calvin.
You're a better man than
Pooley will ever be.
- Yeah.
Yeah I guess, I guess.
- You believe in something.
Pooley doesn't believe
in anything except money.
Now he told you so himself.
He doesn't give a damn about
the cause you're
giving your life to.
Now come on, want to take
your finger off that trigger
and stand up and walk right
out that door, right now.
Let's get out of here.
- All right, sure.
- Come on.
- All right.
- Okay.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- Sure sure.
- Come on.
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
- Thurman?
(crying)
Thurman?
(booming)
- [Officer] Get the
back of the house.
- [Officer] Get in
that third window,
third window over there!
- Ritchie, Ritchie, give your
fingernails a rest will ya?
They'll feed you
when you get there.
- Yeah?
- It's minimum security
and you're only going
to do 18 months.
You're gonna make it.
- Yeah I keep
telling myself that.
It doesn't help me
from being scared.
- I'd worry about
you if you weren't.
Now when you get up there
I want you to concentrate
on getting yourself
squared away okay?
- Yeah, sure.
And the mechanics class,
that'll really help.
- Yeah and read some books too.
- Yeah I already started
that Mark Twain you gave me.
- Good, good.
- Listen, say hey
to Angela for me.
- Okay, I will.
- It's time huh?
- Yeah.
- Vinnie, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- You take care of
yourself, you hear me?
(sighs)
- Congratulations, you won.
- Feel a whole lot better
if I was the only winner.
Listen to this.
Dear Vince, I'm sorry
I didn't get a chance
to bid you an
appropriate farewell
as I was leaving New York,
but I have something
I think will
more than make up for
my lack of manners.
- A chance to live in high
style in one of Florida's
most beautiful ocean view areas.
Coral Harbor, the condominium
development I'm representing
would be perfect for you
or your lovely mother.
It's a chance to enjoy
life that you deserve
Mr. and Mrs. Finklestein.
Now, we have both one
and two bedroom condos
with every possible amenity.
Wall to wall carpeting,
air conditioning,
custom kitchens.
Are you folks sure I couldn't
offer you a little
sip of my sherry?
- No thank you.
- Never until after dinner.
- Well then, rather
than have you sit here
and listen to me any longer,
I want you to judge for yourself
just how wonderful
Coral Harbor is.
You know, there's one
thing I've always said,
the person who does
the best sales job
is the one who's got
to do the buying.
Shall we?
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
- You don't belong here.
- Where do you think I was born?
Where do you think
my mother lives,
where do you think
my brother died?
- Yeah well then how
come you don't bleed
when the neighborhood gets cut?
- You blew your cover, now how
am I supposed to do my job?
- Frank I had to!
I had to, this kid is
doing a balancing act
on a high wire between
right and wrong.
When he falls, I want to make
sure it's on the right side.
(sirens wail)
- Maybe you'd like to
talk to a psychiatrist.
- I want to talk to Knox Pooley.
- We believed in you
and you lied to us!
- Welcome to the real world.
(dramatic music)
- [Frank] Corker hung
himself in that cell, Benny.
Now I know Ritchie Stramm saved
your life up at that cabin,
but we're not doing him any
favor by bonding him out.
Calvin Hollis is going to be
asking him questions
he can't answer.
Stramm's better off in jail.
At least Calvin can't
get to him there.
So why are we letting him
go Vince, what's going on?
- I mean the guy you
were supposed to plant
was with Terranova, and
Stanley Corker ends up dead.
I wanna know why.
- I don't know.
Where'd you see all these
cops all of a sudden?
- Well what did you do?
Call 'em?
- Hey look, Vinnie's a hood.
They probably follow
him all over the place.
- Well then how come
he didn't get busted?
- Corker was the
only one with a gun.
- Oh really?
Mr. Terranova had
to have a gun too.
- Don't worry about me, Calvin.
Worry about your manners.
- Hey back off man.
- Shut up!
What's that Calvin?
You were mumbling
when you sent me out
to the boonies were ya?
Everything was nice and clear
except whether you were
trying to set me up,
and if i find out you
were I'm gonna hand you
your ass in a paper bag and the
same thing goes for you too.
- [Frank] Fashion show, Paul?
- Just showing you how
to dress for success.
- Well I guess it's
better than finding
you making an
obscene phone call.
How are ya?
- Good.
So you know why Elias
is no longer with us.
- Yeah it's all over the bureau.
I got one question,
was he a breather?
- No, actually he
was pretty verbal
and very imaginative.
I can't believe the guy
used a safe phone in here.
Wait'll you hear
his greatest hits.
- Hello?
- What are you wearing?
- [Woman] Who is this?
- [Elias] I hope it's
black lace panties.
- I don't want to hear that
Paul, that's pretty sick.
- [Elias] Lace panties
makes me happy.
- Well other than that,
how are you Frank?
- [Frank] About the same
as I was in Minneapolis.
- That's good for the OCB,
but you're going to have
to tell me what that
means for yours truly.
- Well that means I know
who the boss is, you sir
and I hope the
numbskulls here make you
more than interim director
because I like working
for somebody who doesn't
sit on their brains.
- Thanks.
So is Terranova really
using an ax to peel a grape?
- I don't know about
axes and grapes,
but he's leaning pretty
hard on those jamokes.
- He's leaning on air,
there's nothing there.
- Yeah there is, Calvin Hollis.
- Career nut.
- [Frank] Well he thinks
Vince is connected.
There's no sense in
ruining a good impression.
- And Calvin Hollis is
connected to Knox Pooley,
a wayward used car
salesman and Knox Pooley
heads a group called
the Pilgrims of Promise,
a bunch of losers who
aren't smart enough
to operate a can opener.
- Well you better
be careful, Paul.
White supremacists
will call you a bigot.
- That's a small price
to pay if Terranova
starts rattling
some bigger chains.
- Well he's not coming
back, not yet anyway.
- [Paul] Hasn't this vendetta
of his gone far enough?
- You know I don't
know if Elias's report
remotely resembles
the straight pool
but these people you're
dismissing as whackos
have been involved
in a cop killing,
an armored truck robbery,
and a significant gun deal.
- Then feed 'em to the
local PD if it'll get
Terranova off the time.
- [Frank] And there's
one other thing.
- Ritchie Stramm?
I read all about it.
He's an accessory to murder.
The only thing
Terranova should be
doing with Stramm
is arresting him.
- Afraid not.
It's a salvage
job, it's personal.
- We'll have to discuss humanity
and law enforcement
over drinks sometime.
Right now I'm late for a
meeting with senator Kilgallen.
- Ah senator Kilgallen.
- You know the players.
Do what you think is best.
- Yeah oh Paul,
why the purple tie?
- Haven't you heard Frank?
Purple is this
year's power color.
- 72, 73, no no
not there, there.
75, oh I lost my count.
No put it over there.
- 84.
- Yes.
- 100% cotton.
- Looks great Dr. Pooley.
- Just fair Ritchie.
Great is 50% polyester.
We don't get 50% polyester,
we gotta charge $12.
That's a little steep for the
forgotten and the forsaken.
- Are you gonna send 'em back?
- Well the fates have
conspired against us, Ritchie.
People are now starting to
pay attention to our cause.
We can't do anything that
would cost us momentum.
- I've got an idea I
think could help you.
- Well don't keep it a secret.
- You know that talk show you're
going to do with
Alexander Hardin?
You could sell cassettes
of it, I know I'd buy one.
- I know you would, Ritchie.
Young men like you
are our future.
- Dr. Pooley.
- Oh that time is it?
- Yes sir.
- Very well.
Keep beaming up those ideas.
We'll talk about them
any time I get a moment.
- There's hardly any
room for me anymore.
- That jacket's about ready
for a trip to the
cleaners isn't it?
(somber music)
- Remember Caputo's Pizzeria,
remember that place?
It was the first place
I ever had a slice.
Old man Caputo saw
how much I liked it,
he gave me another
one for nothing.
- How come you don't
get bent out of shape
about the foreigners who
stole his restaurant?
- First of all, they
didn't steal anything.
Caputo was 79 years old.
He got tired of
sticking his head
in the pizza oven
50 times a day.
What is this stuff with the
foreigners, what is that?
- Man they don't even
belong in this country.
(rock music)
Joey give me a draft.
- What do you mean they
don't belong in this country?
Didn't your people come
over here on a boat?
'Cause mine sure as hell did.
- It was a different
country then, man.
I mean there was space.
Now they're eating us alive
and you're sitting here
saying live and let live.
- It's a hell of a lot better
than hating and dying isn't it?
- You know this isn't any
place you know anymore.
You don't belong here.
- I don't belong here?
Where do you think I was born?
Where do you think
my mother lives,
where do you think
my brother died?
- You're just visiting.
- Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?
This is my home here,
and even when I leave
I take this place with me.
Might as well have Brooklyn
stamped on my forehead
'cause I got this place
running through my veins.
- Yeah?
- Yeah that's right.
- Yeah well then how
come you don't bleed
when the neighborhood gets cut?
- I do man.
Every time this guy
Pooley dumps more garbage
on the street corners
of my neighborhood.
Too much bleeding
going on as it is.
(gun fires)
What the hell is
the matter with you?
- Everywhere I look,
all I see is death.
I see,
I see that security guard,
I see Warren.
All in my head!
- Kid you're right
it is all wrong.
That's what I've been
waiting to hear you say.
Now this thing is all
over with, Ritchie
I'm going to do whatever
I can to bag Calvin.
I'm not gonna put you
through this anymore.
- Oh no wait a second,
it's not all over.
I'm not, I gotta
finish this thing.
- For what?
- Because that's not what the
Pilgrims of Promise
are all about.
It's not what, it's not what
Dr. Pooley is all about.
- Ritchie that is
exactly what he is about.
- It's not, it's not about hate.
He's not a racist.
It's Calvin who
is totally insane.
I got to warn Dr. Pooley.
- Ritchie, the last thing
Pooley needs is a warning.
- Listen you told me to take
responsibility for my life.
- [Vince] Yeah?
- Yeah well let me take it.
I tell you what, you go with
me to that television studio,
I'll show you what Dr.
Pooley's all about.
- Yeah all right.
- I'm Alexander Hardin.
- Knox Pooley.
You're awfully
nice to invite us.
- Oh don't be modest,
you're getting a lot of
attention these days.
Actually we should have
had you on weeks ago.
- Oh, this is my
associate Calvin Hollis.
He'll be leading cheers for me.
- Glad to have you here.
- Say an hour is a lot of time.
I hope I can fill
up your whole show.
- You won't have to.
We've got two other guests.
I better go chat them
up if you don't mind,
before we go on the air.
Coffee in the green room.
- [Calvin] A nigger and a
Hebe, makes me want to puke.
- It does look like
am ambush, doesn't it?
But the fertile mind
always triumphs,
remember that Calvin.
- [Producer] One minute.
- I'm gonna have these
Marxist ninnies on a cracker.
- [Narrator] Time to
stand up and speak out
on the Alexander Hardin Show.
(applause)
- Today on the hot
seat, Dr. Knox Pooley,
founder of the
Pilgrims of Promise,
a controversial group
that some say advocates
white supremacy.
Thurman McGill, a long
time political activist
who now serves Brooklyn as
the head of the country's
most aggressive low
income housing program
and Meier Heimowitz,
author, attorney,
civil libertarian, and president
of the Zionist Center
for Free Thought.
(applause)
Pilgrims of Promise,
a hate group.
- There is no room for hate
in the Pilgrims of Promise.
In fact the major weapon
in our campaign is love.
Love for the way the
things used to be,
love for the way
they're supposed to be.
- What unabashed twaddle!
You're perverting the language.
- I'm simply striving sir,
to awaken the men who have
worn their blue
collars so proudly.
They need to take back the jobs
and the neighborhoods that
are rightfully theirs.
- We've provided a
very necessary service.
We brought housing to people
that desperately needed it.
- What you did with your limp
wristed social experiment
was disrupt an
entire neighborhood
by putting an undesirable
element in those houses.
- You want to talk
about undesirable?
What about the rabble from
the Pilgrims of Promise
who picketed those houses?
Who belittled and terrorized
and ultimately
firebombed decent people
who simply sought a
better place to live?
- I don't know anything
about firebombs.
You'll have to talk to Wilson
Good down in Philadelphia.
(crowd murmuring)
- White revolution
is the only solution?
That's something
I'd expect to find
in South Africa or
the Confederacy.
- [Knox] I resent that.
- No, Mr. McGill is right.
Makes me wonder if you have
anything as clever
regarding Jews.
- I am simply encouraging folks
to have pride in themselves.
To take charge of
their own lives.
You gonna say you've
never done the same?
- We'll be right back after a
word from our local sponsors.
(upbeat music)
(applause)
Three minutes.
Smoke 'em if you've got 'em.
- That was a workout.
You fellas play hardball.
- I hope you're saving time
to receive your MacAbees
eternal light award.
- We got a lot of time.
It'll be an honor.
- That's a nice trophy.
Say I want to talk to you about
that lecture tour of yours.
Who does your booking anyway?
- Elliot Kaplan
at Talent Troika.
MSRO everywhere.
- That's your hero.
- And now back to our show.
(applause)
- Mongrelization shouldn't
get your bowels in an uproar.
In the animal kingdom the
purebred's the weakling.
The mongrel is the fighter,
full of spirit and spunk.
- Forget your rationalization,
your theory is stupid.
- Been proven by some of
the finest minds in science.
William Shockley for one.
- Racist nuts.
- Afraid of the truth?
- No, afraid of the lies that
get men killed, that
promote genocide!
- I will not sit here
and be called a murderer.
- I want you off this stage.
- What?
- Get out now!
- Not 'til after I
give out my 800 number.
That was our deal, remember?
- Well then give it and get out!
Bobby put it up on the screen.
You've got 10 seconds.
- [Narrator] 1-800-555-4796.
- [Calvin] This guy
Hardin is a menace.
- Tranquilize yourself, Calvin.
The man's giving 'em a show.
- He, he's laughing at us.
You said so yourself.
- Business, that's all.
He's got his routine,
I've got mine.
To exist we need each other.
- I'm still gonna set
that faggot straight.
- Well you give him
a piece of your mind.
I got some 800
numbers to harvest,
and I think I'll find myself
a big slice of banana cream pie.
- Great theater wasn't it?
(suspenseful music)
- [Vince] I was there, Frank.
- What in the men's room?
- I was in the audience catching
Pooley's act on the show.
- Good, you have something
to remember him by.
- Hey.
I am not walking away from this.
- Well then you
consider yourself
being dragged away from this.
- When was this, doesn't
this new murder count?
What are you gonna do Frank,
just let the Pilgrims of Promise
run around killing people?
- The locals can call that shot.
- The hell they can!
Pooley's not gonna
skate on this one.
I'm gonna dog him all
the way to prison.
- You know let me
ask you a question.
What is the fascination
with this kid Stramm?
- 'Cause without
him, I have no chance
of tying Pooley to these crimes.
- What's that supposed to mean?
(sighs)
Hey I asked you a question,
what's that supposed to mean?
(sighs)
- He's working for me.
- You blew your cover, now how
am I supposed to do my job?
- Frank I had to!
I had to, this kid is
doing a balancing act
on a high wire between
right and wrong.
When he falls, I want to make
sure it's on the right side.
And if I can't do that, then
I'm in the wrong line of work.
- How about if you
spare me the excuses?
What you did makes me
feel like a jackass
for backing you every step!
I've bought you
all kinds of time
for your personal
fandango, and you wind up
shooting yourself in the foot!
- I've known
Ritchie a long time.
I'll take my chances.
- Do you care about this kid,
or is this about trying to
get bounced from the OCB?
- I am operating on my
own terms, remember?
- You understand this
is not about your terms.
This kid is untrained
and unqualified.
He stands a good chance
of coming out of this
one body part at a time.
Happens to the best of 'em.
Now you call that
trying to save 'em?
I better buy you a dictionary.
- Yeah but if he, hey.
If he doesn't go after
Pooley that means
he's staring at
serious prison time.
If he does at least he's
building a case for himself,
he's doing something
right for a change.
(sighs)
Believe me Frank, I've
given this a lot of thought.
The kid has to risk his
ass to save his neck.
- You know the high wire
you're talking about?
You tell me what happens if he
falls on Pooley's side of it.
(somber music)
(knocking)
- Come in, it's open.
Ritchie, afternoon.
- How you doing Dr. Pooley?
- I'm fine, fine.
Order you something to eat?
They make a first
rate omelet here.
- No, no thanks.
I, I just wanted to talk.
- More good ideas?
- No, it's bad news really.
- Go ahead, I'm listening.
- I...
I don't know how to
say this, Dr. Pooley.
I mean you are the one
true believer I know.
Nobody's done more
to show me the road
to self fulfillment than you.
But there is a force at work
and I'm not even sure
you know about it.
Somebody in the organization
is really hurting your cause.
He is like a cancer,
and what he does
just keeps getting worse
and worse and it won't stop.
- That's pretty harsh, Ritchie.
- Yeah well things are really
starting to get
pretty out of control.
- I imagine so, with
you talking like this.
Tell me, does this
cancer have a name?
Come join us, Calvin.
We were just waxing
philosophical.
- There's no time for that,
and we need to talk, now.
And then have a
rally in Paramus.
- You're right, don't know
what I'd do without you.
Say Ritchie, I've got some
books and T-shirts in
the next room there
I want to take with me.
Could you pull 'em
together for me?
- Yeah sure, I'd be glad to.
- Couple of dozen each.
They're stacked
against the wall there.
- Yeah I'll get 'em for you.
- Thank you son.
- We need to worry more
about security, Knox.
- We need more money in
the coffers before we're
entitled to a dose of paranoia.
- John Hinckley shooting Reagan,
Arthur Bremer shooting
George Wallace.
A man with a vision
is a marked man.
- So who's got me
in their crosshairs?
- Could be a guy
named Terranova.
- [Knox] Never heard
of the gentleman.
- We bought guns from him.
- What do we need guns for?
- Protection from the mud bugs.
- I don't want to hear that crap
and I don't want
to hear about guns!
The only thing you need
guns for is to rob people
and these folks are
giving us money.
- But there's a war coming,
and you're our general.
- I'm a conscientious objector.
Now just cease and
desist with your gun talk
or you're gonna have the law
stepping on us with both feet.
- A watched phone never rings,
didn't they teach
you that at Quantico?
- Ritchie should
have called by now.
- Yeah.
But he didn't,
and there's nothing
you can do about it.
You don't know whether
he's been treated
to a 14 course meal
or fed to the sharks,
so your mind it marks the time
by playing all the
possibilities, always
thinking the worst.
Always feel like you
should have done something
a little extra for the kid.
But you care about
him, you really do.
Sometimes you feel like
having him fit for
a straitjacket.
Sometimes you feel
like wringing his neck.
But he's your responsibility.
He's family by default.
Sometimes the
silences can be loud.
- I'm sorry Frank.
- I don't want you to be sorry.
- [Calvin] Force is
too much to understand.
- [Knox] Darwin would
have loved you, Calvin.
- [Calvin] Who?
- [Knox] The man who preached
survival of the fittest.
Do you have any idea
of what I accomplished
on that old goat's TV show?
I tapped into a
whole new market.
If you start arming
us, we're going
to look like a lunatic fringe.
- It's Ritchie.
- Now go check on him.
It's about time you
did something right.
- Oh.
(panting)
He, he's gone.
(growls)
- No reason for a damn tantrum.
- T-t-t-the trophy, the one
that the Hebe gave Hardin.
- What was that doing here?
- Safekeeping.
- How did you...
You killed him.
- What?
- You idiot, you
killed him didn't you?
- I mean h-h-he
was laughing at us.
- But the cash
register was ringing.
- The money doesn't matter.
I mean, it was for purification.
- Purification.
To hell with purification,
to hell with the
Pilgrims of Promise!
I didn't tell you
to kill anybody!
Did not damn it, now
you've ruined everything.
- I just did the things that
you thought had to be done.
I was your soldier.
- You're no soldier.
You're a coat holder.
You have to look
at somebody else
to find out who you are.
(groans)
- Please don't hit
me daddy, please.
- I'm not your father.
And from here on out,
I'm nothing to you.
- No my father he beat
me, you don't understand.
- You don't understand.
I never want to see you again.
Get out.
And don't come back,
don't ever come back!
(phone rings)
- [Woman] 911, emergency.
- Why the hell
didn't you call me?
- I just wanted to
get out here first.
- What is that son?
- It's a trophy.
There's a name on it,
that TV guy, Hardin.
- Where'd you get this?
- It was in a room at the hotel.
- Whose room?
- Dr. Pooley's.
It's a room he uses
to store stuff in.
Listen you guys gotta help me.
I know I shouldn't have run out.
I thought I was strong enough
to handle it, I
guess I was wrong.
- Ritchie it's all right,
you did a good job.
You had to be strong to go
through what you did, it's okay.
- It's McPike, give
me some and partials
and urban and latents.
Put 'em in the starting blocks.
I want a complete print index
on Knox Pooley
and Calvin Hollis.
You have it waiting for me
when I come through the door.
All right let's
go, you in the car.
(knocking)
- I'm coming!
Keep your pants on.
(knocking)
(ominous music)
- Where's Ritchie?
- He's not here.
- Ritchie you better be here!
- What do you want here,
what are you doing?
- He isn't upstairs!
- Here either.
- What are you doing?
- What are we gonna do?
Let's say we come up empty.
- Get out of here!
- Let's go!
- All of you, get out!
(somber music)
- They dusted the
trophy for prints.
No Knox Pooley, but
Calvin's all over it.
10 minutes ago he
was at your house,
bouncing your mother around.
- My mother?
- She's all right.
We got a man with her now.
- I've got to go,
I gotta get home.
- Calvin was there
because you're a fly
that got caught in Pooley's web.
Now you're gonna see it
through, no early outs.
- Frank why don't we
take a shot at Pooley?
We got enough for
a warrant don't we?
- I'm working on it already.
It's gonna take a little longer.
- All right well I'll
go and sit on him
and make sure he
doesn't get any ideas
about taking his show
out of town all right?
- You hold it.
He's not yours anymore,
you're mine, out.
- It's all right, go ahead.
- Who are you?
- Name's Terranova.
- Pleasure to meet you sir.
Your name's a catalyst
for a lot of kind words.
If you don't mind,
I've got a plane I--
- Oh no no no, you
are not going anyplace
until I find out
where Calvin is.
- I'm afraid Calvin's
gone, Mr. Terranova.
And I pray I never
see him again.
- That's not the way it works.
You see, Calvin
owes people money.
Now if they can't get
a pound of his flesh,
they're going to settle
for a pound of yours.
- I didn't cheat anybody,
and I sure as hell
didn't kill anybody.
- Who got killed?
- Alexander Hardin.
Calvin beat his head in.
- You called the hit didn't ya?
- Absolutely not.
Now I'm a businessman,
just like you
and I had a good thing
going here, the best.
No way I'm going to tarnish
the motherlode with a murder.
I had an audience that
was handing me money
faster than I could count it
and all I had to do to get it
was blame somebody
for their troubles.
These suckers were as
happy as goats in garbage.
It was the con I've been
dreaming about all my life.
- Knock knock.
Sorry to interrupt
the hen party, girls.
Knox Pooley.
- You got him.
- We've got a warrant
for your arrest.
We also believe you know the
whereabouts of a Calvin Hollis.
- I'm not sure I
know what you mean.
- You think harder, sport.
You got a reason for
being here, Terranova?
- Yeah collector for
the March of Dimes.
- That's very funny, you
taking lessons from this snake?
That'll at least be good
for a ride downtown.
We don't got a warrant on you,
but arrangements could be made.
- Ritchie.
Welcome to the real world.
- All right, you want to tell
me where Calvin Hollis is?
(screaming)
- Shut shush, keep
your mouth shut!
- Hey don't hurt my family!
- Just do what I say!
- Just don't hurt my family.
- Shut up!
(crying)
Just shut up, keep
those kids shut up!
(screaming)
Maybe I'll kill all of you.
- Hey Hollis, the woman and the
kids aren't hurting anybody!
(gunfire)
(screaming)
- All right take the kids
and get out of here,
get out of here.
- Go, go hurry hurry!
- No no!
I, I said that you could go.
I said it.
(crying)
- I understand, we'll
be here if you need us.
Your boy Calvin just took
Thurman McGill hostage.
- He's psychotic.
That's why I told the
police he killed Hardin.
- The only call they
got was anonymous.
- At 5:48.
- You know you're doing a lot
better than your constituency.
Calvin killed one of the clowns
that went into McGill's
house with him.
- There was nothing
I told him to do.
Just a practitioner of the
free enterprise system.
- Yeah but you lit
the fuse, sport.
- So they could
destroy my business?
Nonsense.
I want him off the streets
as badly as you do.
(sirens wail)
- [Officer] What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Get it out of here,
get it out of here now.
You have no right to be here.
No you get back
behind the barrier.
- Maybe you'd like to talk to
a psychiatrist or a clergyman.
- No!
No look...
I want to talk to Knox Pooley
and nobody else!
Just like Custer huh?
- Custer died at the Little
Bighorn, everybody did
and so will we if
you don't surrender.
- Oh quit your
whining Mr. Shine.
- My name is Thurman McGill.
Look, there's no
way you're gonna
shoot your way out of this.
Just put your guns
down, I can help you!
I'm serious, Hollis.
I have friends at
the DA's office.
- Hey Calvin, do
you smell something?
- Yeah must be mud people.
- No man, that ain't it.
- Like I said I've got
friends at the DA's office.
I can speak to 'em
on your behalf.
Get 'em to plead you down
because you released my family.
- Oh come on, don't feed
me that line, McGill.
I mean you know you'd try
and say anything to
wiggle out of this.
- We both need help.
(flames crackling)
- Oh god.
- Oh shut up and tell
me what's burning!
- It's Frederickson.
- Well...
We got other things
to worry about.
You get up--
- It's all over.
- Come on regroup
man, get it together.
- I can't do it!
- Hey hey, what are
you thinking huh?
- Out.
- Don't do it man.
- [Officer] Calvin Hollis!
(glass tinkling)
- Tucker!
- Don't shoot!
- He got his toad.
- Don't shoot!
- Where's my phone call?
- Police have not
identified the man
who surrendered
after jumping through
the home's picture window.
Still inside are Thurman
McGill and Calvin Hollis
who has told police he is allied
with the Pilgrims of Promise,
a white supremacist
organization.
- Well, we can write finito
to that little beauty.
- The victim is
believed to be the third
(phone rings)
of the three home invaders.
- Stramm, turn that thing down.
- Shortly after 7:30 when
the trio burst into...
- McPike.
Somebody wants to talk to you.
- I don't talk to
anybody except my lawyer.
Unless of course
we can devise a way
to avoid a trip downtown.
- Yeah?
You talk, sport.
- Hello.
- This is the apocalypse, Knox.
No more ice.
This is the fire.
- Give it up, Calvin.
That dog won't hunt.
- [Calvin] What, you
can't, you can't walk away.
We're not finished yet.
- Speak for yourself!
- How can you turn
your back on me?
I am the one that showed you
what the mud people
were doing to us.
- And I'm a richer man for it,
but now it's time to move on.
- [Calvin] That's not fair!
- [Knox] Since when has fairness
been a concern of yours?
All you care about is
making sure the mud people
don't get ahead of
you in the chow line.
- Are you making fun of me?
- You leave me no other choice.
- [Calvin] I mean you're
laughing at somebody
who killed for you.
- I did no such thing.
Now you say that, you
say it loud and clear.
- [Calvin] I, I was
the man of action.
Remember?
And you gave me the ideas.
- Listen Calvin, did I ever
tell you to kill anybody?
- It was...
It was for purification.
- Damn it Calvin, shut up
and answer the question,
did I ever tell you
to kill anybody?
- [Calvin] No.
- That's good.
That's real good.
Get yourself some help.
- I don't want help.
Don't you understand?
I want you.
I...
I mean I love you.
I love you.
- Thank you Calvin.
- Bastard!
- Ritchie!
Knock it off, Ritchie
stop it, knock it off hey!
- We believed in you
and you lied to us!
You lied!
- It was just one more thing
to sell, Ritchie, that's all.
Nothing personal.
I've been selling
since I was 11 or 12.
I remember this neighbor of ours
down in Georgia came by one day,
I wound up selling him
an old porch swing.
He didn't even have a porch.
Well right then it was
like the clouds opened up
so the good lord could
look down and say,
Knox Pooley, you are a salesman.
And I've been one ever since.
Doesn't matter whether it's
fish, tires, or
ladies underwear.
With me, it's never the
noun, it's always the verb.
Sell.
- [Vince] It's
all right Ritchie.
- We're gonna burn to death
if we don't get out of here!
- I loved him Thurman.
I did everything for him.
- Hey and you're
gonna die for him too
if we don't get out of here!
(whimpers)
- It was for the cause.
- Then dying is the
worst thing you could do.
When you walk out that
door, every newspaper
and television
station in New York
is gonna want to hear your story
and you will be the one
telling it, not Pooley, you!
- I don't know.
- It's time for you to
take the spotlight, Calvin.
You're a better man than
Pooley will ever be.
- Yeah.
Yeah I guess, I guess.
- You believe in something.
Pooley doesn't believe
in anything except money.
Now he told you so himself.
He doesn't give a damn about
the cause you're
giving your life to.
Now come on, want to take
your finger off that trigger
and stand up and walk right
out that door, right now.
Let's get out of here.
- All right, sure.
- Come on.
- All right.
- Okay.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- Sure sure.
- Come on.
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
- Thurman?
(crying)
Thurman?
(booming)
- [Officer] Get the
back of the house.
- [Officer] Get in
that third window,
third window over there!
- Ritchie, Ritchie, give your
fingernails a rest will ya?
They'll feed you
when you get there.
- Yeah?
- It's minimum security
and you're only going
to do 18 months.
You're gonna make it.
- Yeah I keep
telling myself that.
It doesn't help me
from being scared.
- I'd worry about
you if you weren't.
Now when you get up there
I want you to concentrate
on getting yourself
squared away okay?
- Yeah, sure.
And the mechanics class,
that'll really help.
- Yeah and read some books too.
- Yeah I already started
that Mark Twain you gave me.
- Good, good.
- Listen, say hey
to Angela for me.
- Okay, I will.
- It's time huh?
- Yeah.
- Vinnie, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- You take care of
yourself, you hear me?
(sighs)
- Congratulations, you won.
- Feel a whole lot better
if I was the only winner.
Listen to this.
Dear Vince, I'm sorry
I didn't get a chance
to bid you an
appropriate farewell
as I was leaving New York,
but I have something
I think will
more than make up for
my lack of manners.
- A chance to live in high
style in one of Florida's
most beautiful ocean view areas.
Coral Harbor, the condominium
development I'm representing
would be perfect for you
or your lovely mother.
It's a chance to enjoy
life that you deserve
Mr. and Mrs. Finklestein.
Now, we have both one
and two bedroom condos
with every possible amenity.
Wall to wall carpeting,
air conditioning,
custom kitchens.
Are you folks sure I couldn't
offer you a little
sip of my sherry?
- No thank you.
- Never until after dinner.
- Well then, rather
than have you sit here
and listen to me any longer,
I want you to judge for yourself
just how wonderful
Coral Harbor is.
You know, there's one
thing I've always said,
the person who does
the best sales job
is the one who's got
to do the buying.
Shall we?
(somber music)
(dramatic music)