Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 3, Episode 16 - A One Horse Town - full transcript
- [Narrator]
Tonight, on Wiseguy.
- Wake up Lynchboro, Vince
Kozak's comin' to town.
Get out!
Back off!
I'll beat your damn heads in.
- Am I gonna find out somethin'
you don't want me to know?
- Probably.
- He's a cop.
He was the best
back up I ever had.
- [Stem] You want to
get back into uniform?
Welcome to Sheriff's
Office Deputy.
- How are you?
_ Everybody this is Kozack.
- They bought it, you're inside.
- I feel like Barney Fife here.
- Give me a call Barney.
- So long Frank.
(dramatic music)
- You're late, McPike.
- I was reading your
composition Corbridge.
- Do you know, that pizza
costs $25 in this town?
- That's why I had
you pick it up, Frank.
- So what's the big new
story you have for me?
- This is a
collection of articles
published by small newspapers
across the country.
Take a look at page 26.
- [Frank] "One Man, No Vote."
- Lynchboro, Washington.
It's a company town.
And the company's
run by one man.
- Volchek?
Does it say here
Old Man Volchek?
- Yeah, an Old Man Volchek
has run things there
for nearly 100 years.
Lynchboro's a throwback
right out of the wild west.
There's mining, there's logging,
and there's prostitution
and gambling.
- Sure.
This is a small time.
- Generations of people
living in futile times.
A small pocket of the Middle
Ages right here in America.
The hell with them.
- Listen, I have to
have some other reason
that these people
are stupid enough
to live under this guys' thumb.
- What's the mob, Frank?
- (laughing) There
are four officers
on a Sheriff's department.
- There used to be six.
They lost two men
because of an accident.
- Jack, come on.
This is not exactly the
hot bed of organized crime.
- Of course not.
Most of these people are Polish.
If they were Italians,
the OCB would be
organizing a task force.
- You know, doesn't
your self righteousness
get enough exercise
on the Opinion page?
You're spoiling my appetite.
- They're gonna publish it.
Sunday magazine, cover story
in six weeks.
You know what happens then?
- One of the major
networks picks it up
and somebody I'm
supposed to report to
wonders why we haven't.
- But it's too late.
- Because Old Man Volchek's
pulled in his horns
until the heat dies down.
- He's worth probably about
quarter of a billion dollars.
How how many
cop-botatoodie-coppers
can you say that about?
- Quarter of a billion.
- Well,
wake up, Lynchboro.
Vince Kozak's coming to town.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Need a hand?
- Yeah, sure do.
Put it by the cash
register for me, will ya?
- Sure thing.
How you doin'?
- Morning.
Know what you want?
- Hi.
Yeah, I know what
I want, Vivian.
But in the mean time,
I'll have three scrambled,
double order of
bacon, order of toast,
and a glass of milk, okay?
- Hey, Vivian.
- Morning, Rogo.
Hey, where you headed?
- Hamington.
- Oh, you're going
right by Warnerville.
- Yeah.
- Would you mind doing
me another favor?
Would you drop off a
stack of papers for me?
- Whoa, I don't know
if I have the time.
- Come on, it's at Laggy's.
It's a convenient
store right on the way.
You're going right by there.
- All right.
- They're all in a bundle.
All you gotta do is just
drop them out the window.
- Rogo, don't
annoy my customers.
- [Rogo] I'm just
talking to the man.
- [Vince] No, that's all
right, that's all right.
They, thanks for the refill.
- [Vivian] Somebody's
at his truck.
- Call the cops!
Hey!
Get out!
Get out!
Back off, back off!
Back off or I'll beat
your damn heads in.
- Hey!
Get away from there.
- This is my rig.
- Not anymore.
- Hey!
Hey, guys!
Come on!
- Stay back!
Just get away from the rig.
- This is my rig!
- It is the property of
the Union Sovereign Bank,
Pittsburgh, P.A.
Now step away from that door
before I do something
I don't want to do.
- You're out of state!
- You're out of luck.
Step back.
(sirens wailing)
- Kill the man with
the shotgun, Donny.
What's going on here?
- My name's Vince
Kozak, Sheriff.
These guys are trying
to steal my rig.
- We've got the proper documents
to exercise a repossession.
- Hey, I'm just trying
to earn a living here!
- Rogo, I supposed
you wanna give
an unbiased viewpoint too, huh?
- Rogo says, these three
men here, they're thieves.
I don't care what kind
of documents they have.
- Check the clipboard, Sheriff.
- Look, I gotta do 10,000
miles a month to stay even.
I was short a couple
months, that's all.
- You signed a contract.
You gotta live up
to it, deadbeat.
- Shut up.
Who's Sedan is that?
- It's the bank's.
We work for the bank.
- I didn't ask you
who you work for.
Donny, cuff these
two men together
and have the big mouth
drive you to the station.
- [Donny] That arm and that arm.
- You.
You come with me.
Let's go.
- [Donny] Go.
- Hey, hold out your hand.
Hold our your hand!
- You know, I got my
personal stuff in there.
- [Sheriff] Shut up.
- [Vince] Don't let them
take my personal stuff.
(smooth Western music)
- You, in the chair.
Rest of you on the bench.
Donny, get their IDs.
(polyphonic music)
Don't leave the radio on
when nobody's in the office.
- Come on.
- Okay.
That's a pretty old picture.
All right.
Where you from, Kozak?
- Ketonic, Pennsylvania.
- Well, I'm sorry but
they are within their rights.
- You know how many
Polaks it takes
to drive an 18-wheeler?
Just one.
To pay his bills.
(straining)
- Kozak.
Donny, put him in a cell.
Put him in.
- [Donny] Come on.
- Donny, let 'em take
the rig and its haul
but not Mr. Kozak's
personal belongings.
- We're authorized
to take the rig
and the contents within.
- Bring back his belongings.
- [Donny] Yes, Sir.
Come on, boys.
- I'm sorry for all the trouble.
- Me too.
You're in some dire straits.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Well, thanks for not letting
those bastards take my stuff.
How long are you
gonna hold me here?
- I gotta run a check on you.
- Why?
Why don't you just let me go?
I'll grab a bus outta here.
Isn't it bad enough
I lost my rig?
- You got any money?
- What do you mean?
- Well, there's no cash in here.
No credit cards.
- Let me see, let's see
what I got here.
Got what, 10, 20.
I got $35.
- How do you pay for diesel?
- Got a gas card from
the shipper in a cab.
- Guess the repo man
got the gas card now.
- Yeah.
Why don't you just drop
me off at the bus station?
You can do that.
You got no reason
to hold me here.
- You're a vagrant.
I think I better
run a check on you.
Am I gonna find out something
you don't want me to know?
- You mind?
- [Sheriff] No.
- You want one?
- No, thanks.
- Thanks.
- Kozak,
am I gonna find out
something about you
you don't want me to know?
- I don't know, Sheriff.
Probably.
(suspenseful string music)
- What do you want, Rogo?
- I'm here to
interview Mr. Kozak.
- Well, maybe Mr. Kozak
doesn't wanna be interviewed.
- [Rogo] Mr. Kozak?
- Yeah.
- I'm Ed Rogosheske.
I publish the Lynchboro Times.
- Lynchboro Trash.
- [Rogo] Can I interview you?
- [Vince] Why?
- [Rogo] Why not?
- Look, I just lost my business
and I don't feel like having
it announced to the world.
- How'd you lose it?
- To the bank, where else?
- [Rogo] How many
payments were you behind?
- [Vince] Just a
couple of months.
I was just coming
out of a slump too.
They don't care.
- [Rogo] No, they don't care.
(buzzing)
- Ketonic Police.
Hold please.
- [Woman] I'm sorry.
He's not in right now.
Maybe I transfer your call?
Operater, may I help you?
- Ketonic Police.
- Your chief there?
- Chief Brows?
Who shall I say is calling?
- Sheriff Matthew Stemkowski.
Lynchboro, Washingston
Sheriffs Department.
- One moment.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah.
- A Sheriff
Stemkowski's calling.
- Yeah, all right.
Put him through.
- [Operator] Yes, Sir.
Here's your call.
- This is Chief
Burroughs speaking.
- Chief, this is
Sheriff Stemkowski.
Lynchboro, Washington.
- What can I do
for you, Sheriff.
- I'm running a check on
a guy we're holding here
and it came up on the computer
that I should call you.
- [Burroughs] And who is it?
- Vincent M. Kozak.
- Oh no, is he all right?
- Well, physically, he's fine.
- Thank God.
Old Kozy.
What kind of trouble is he in?
- He got his rig repo'd.
- [Burroughs] Damn.
- I can't call up
a sheet on him.
- (chuckles) Yeah well,
there's a good enough
reason for that.
He's a cop.
He used to be anyway.
He was the best
backup I ever had.
- Why isn't he on the
force, if he's so great?
- Hang on, let me close my door.
Yeah.
We had this candyass waiter.
Lady.
Real freak for the so-called
rights of the accused.
Kozak,
he was pretty quick to be firm.
Had some trouble with a
college kid around here.
In my book, Kozak
took care of business.
But a couple of these kids,
university football types.
They got Daddy's rent-fluence.
You know about that, don't you?
- Oh yeah.
- Those punks jumped him.
He beat the hell out of
them with his bare hands,
but Daddy had connections so
Kozak had to go.
What a great cop!
I mean, he had a small problem
being too easy with the
local hooker population.
But to tell you the truth,
we only got two
when Kozy was into
personal rehabilitation, if
you know what I'm saying.
You need bail money.
- No.
- I know that boy
doesn't have his own.
He spends his free
time at the track
just a little more
than he should.
I'll send you the money.
- Nah I just needed to make sure
he wasn't a serial killer
or something, you know?
- (laughing) A serial killer.
That is funny.
Hey, you tell him to give
me a call, all right?
- Yeah, will do.
- [Burroughs] I'll
talk to you later.
- Got your stuff.
This is all of it, right?
- Yeah, thanks a lot.
- Donny.
What's he got in there?
- Old clothes, shaving kit,
bunch of homemade cassettes.
Not much.
Say Stem, your old man wants me
to go over to the bank lunch.
- What about Red?
- Yeah, well the old
man sent him and Jeff
down to Seattle to
pick up a Corvette.
- Who is working for who?
Eh, go to the bank.
Somebody gave me a Corvette,
I'd find a way to get it myself.
- [Volchek] Gorslava.
- Mark.
This fellow just got
dumped in our laps.
- [Rogo] What were you hauling?
- Corduroy.
- Corduroy?
- Yeah, bolts of corduroy.
See, non-perishables
are the best haul.
Was a cash job too.
- So you know what
they did with it?
- That's all for now, Rogo.
- I gotta write.
- This is police business.
You can talk to him later.
Don't be a pain, Rogo.
- You want me to
get you a lawyer?
- No, I'm sure the Sheriff
will be fair with me.
- I know a lawyer.
- He doesn't need a lawyer.
I am trying to help him out.
So leave us alone.
- I'll be back, Vince.
I'll be back.
- Journalist.
It's not like
you're on death row.
Want a coffee, soda?
- I want my rig back.
- It's long gone.
- Yeah, well, in that case,
I guess I'll take a coffee.
- Deputy that just
left is Donny Volvak.
Got two others.
Red and Jeff Boyd.
I'm Matthew Stemkowski.
- Vince Kozak.
- Friends call me Stem, Kozy.
- You talked to Chief
Burroughs, didn't ya?
- Yeah.
- Well, I'm sorry to put
you through all the trouble.
I hate thinking about that.
Was another time.
Bitch Mayor.
I kept my town safe, Sheriff.
It wasn't enough.
Mayor wanted us to be
poster boys for the ACLU.
- Doesn't work that way here.
We don't have a Mayor.
Got a city manager
and a town council.
Sooner or later, nearly
everyone serves on it.
Most trouble we've
had this week is you.
And the repo man.
You miss police work?
- I don't miss the politics.
- No politics here.
- Right.
- It's true.
We operate by the golden rule.
Just as long as what you do
doesn't hurt anyone, it's fine.
That's the way the
old man wants it.
We take care of each other.
Two of our men got
lost out on river.
Taken down by a mud
wash during storm.
You got a problem with gambling?
- Nope.
Just not very good at it.
- What about women?
- Chief Burroughs
talks too much.
- [Stem] Is there a
problem with the ladies?
- Well, never had one complain.
- Lynchboro can put
that to the test.
- Yeah.
Do you plan on holding me long?
- No, I'm planning on seeing
if you might wanna
stay voluntarily.
We need some help here.
I lost my best men.
Donny, Red, Jeff.
They're good boys,
but they're boys.
I need some experience here.
You wanna get back into uniform?
We'll give this a
try for a few weeks.
If you're happy and I'm happy,
well, maybe you found
yourself a new home.
- [Vince] I gotta take
an oath or something?
- You swear to do
what I tell ya?
- [Vince] I swear.
- You've taken the oath.
Welcome to the
Sheriff's Office deputy.
- Well, not yet.
I hope this is okay.
- That's a very
thoughtful thing.
You look pretty good in uniform.
- Thank you.
- I hope this place is clean.
Short notice.
I don't think anybody's
been here since,
since Clackston died.
- Oh man.
What, did he die in this room?
- You noticed.
I'll fix that later.
Rent's included with the job.
- What a deal.
So when am I on the clock?
(beeping)
- [Old Man] Stemmer.
Get over to Gorslava.
I saw Crawl and a dog.
- Right now.
- [Vince] Who was that?
- The Old Man.
- Well, who's Crawl?
- Uh, Sardonakis is his butler.
Some damn horror movie the old
man's watching all the time.
Donny, you listening?
- [Donny] Yes, Stem, what's up?
- The old man wants
me at the house.
Meet me at the drive.
You know how a radar gun works?
- Sure do.
- Good.
We have two major
businesses here.
Volchek logging, Volchek mining.
By some chance, well,
it's not gonna happen,
but the problem crops
up at either place.
Your job is to keep things calm
until I can get there.
You don't get me, you
have to get the old man.
Hit the Recall button,
hit number one,
then punch Send.
You get Mr. Volchek.
- Got it.
- This is the
Volchek place here.
All right, it's all yours.
Listen, what you do, you go
about a mile up the road,
you'll see a Welcome
to Lynchboro sign.
Set up a speed trap.
- All right.
- We try not to
hurt our neighbors
but a lot of out of
towners use this road.
What you get correctly,
you get an override one.
In a good week, you
make an extra 100 bucks.
- All right.
Is there a quota or anything?
- Well, let's just
see how you do.
Oh yeah, the old man.
He's a prince, but
he is the boss.
So when he comes
flying down the road
in his funny little
car, just wave, okay?
- All right.
What kind of funny little car?
- I don't know.
I can't pronounce it.
But I think it's
Italian for money.
Go, Donny.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, you freakin morons.
What are you, nuts, driving
bikes in weather like this?
You gotta be out of your mind.
(light music)
- Whoa, I love a man in uniform!
- I'm gonna grow old and
retire in this uniform
before I make any progress here.
- What?
You been in town a day.
You nailed down a job.
You're moving like lightning.
By the way, you really
screwed Mars' leg up
when you kicked him.
- I guess I got a
little carried away
convincing these
people my livelihood
was being taken
away by repo men.
- And they bought it.
You're inside.
- Yeah, and I'm
running a speed trap.
I can't shake down people
just to maintain my cover.
I have no idea how to
get close to Volchek.
I feel like Barney Fife here.
- Well, give it a couple days.
- That was Volchek.
- You get a good look at him?
- Did I get a good look at him?
You see how he flew by?
I saw a cap.
I mean, he had teeth.
Come on, give me some money.
- Why?
What for?
- Well, I gotta
shake down somebody.
- Aw.
You take half my advance.
I'm sitting eating
cheese crackers
in a roadside motel
60 miles from nowhere,
waiting for the
cellular to ring.
- You know, my
apartment still stinks
from the guy who died in it.
- Ew, you know,
every since we started
working together,
through the yachts, the
private jets, the limousines,
I have wished, nay prayed,
that once, just once, Vincent,
you would experience undercover
work as I have known it.
What I have gotten
is satisfaction.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
(laughing manically)
Well, give me a call, Barney.
- Go on, Frank.
Why, you miserable...
(coughing)
Jail cell's better
than this place.
(lively music)
- This guy's got grass.
Repo man is drawing down on
him with a 12 gauge, right?
"Get away from the rig,
get away from the rig."
And Kozak's standing there
with nothing but a
Louisville slugger.
(laughing)
Hey, there he is!
Everybody this is Kozak!
(applause)
- Kozy, I'm Max.
Welcome to Lynchboro.
- [Vince] Thank you.
- What'll it be?
- Well, how about a
burger and a beer?
- You can get a
sausage and beer.
- Well, that'd be fine.
- Uh, that's Red.
- [Vince] Hi Red.
- And this is Jeff.
They're the other two deputies.
- Hey, you're a
real head banger.
- We're gonna love
having someone
on the force we can learn from.
- Well, I don't know.
I might be a bad
example to you all.
(laughing)
- You fit right in.
- Mr. Kozak.
I talked to your old chief.
You like to beat
up on college kids.
- Oh come on, Rogo.
- You have it going with that
working class martyr crap.
You're a fascist.
The water seeks its own level.
Soon you'll grow old and die.
- Give him some
slack, will you, Rogo?
- It's all right,
Max, it's all right.
Rogo here obviously knows
my whole life story.
You know, I don't know too much,
but I do know one thing.
I been around
enough of these guys
to know that a good
reporter is a bad citizen.
When was the last time
you wrote something
good about this town?
- My job is to report
problems of the town.
- A lot easier to tear down
than to build up, ain't it?
Well, you go ahead.
You be a sourpuss, Rogo.
Makes the stink in my
apartment smell sweeter.
- (laughing) Stem put him
up in Clackston's place.
(laughing)
- Vince,
sausage and beer.
- Well, thanks Max.
What do I owe you?
- On the voucher?
- Sheriff's deputies
get $100 credit a month
at the Tree Tap.
That's the way the
old man wants it.
But don't use it for gambling.
- Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Give a big tip.
- Max, put it on the voucher.
- He's gonna kill her.
Please!
- Where?
- The Corvette Club.
Please.
(daunting music)
- No!
No!
- You slut!
I'm gonna kill you, slut!
- No, let me go!
- Bobby.
Stop it.
Let her go.
- I will kill you too.
- Hey!
I got your mother out here.
I say I got your mother.
Donny.
Get him to a hospital.
- We don't have a hospital.
- We have a doctor?
- [Donny] Yeah, right.
- All right, bring
him to the office.
Red, go get my car.
Jeff, take the kid and put
him in a cell in the office.
Come on, move.
- Old man isn't gonna like this.
- Just keep moving.
You all right?
- Thank you.
(intense orchestral music)
- My head hurts so bad from
him pulling on my hair.
I'm really nervous.
- I know.
I know.
Everyone is the first time.
- All the girls
that have Corvettes
got them from the old man.
Cherise is getting hers tonight.
- Oh yeah?
- Trial by far for
you tonight, huh Kozy?
- You can say that again, Stem.
Here.
It's speed trap revenue.
- Oh, that's pretty good.
- Thanks.
- Put it in the book, Donny.
- Yes, Sir.
- All beautiful again.
A little lipstick
patter and paint.
Stem, we're running very late.
- I know.
Getting your Vette
tonight, eh, Cherise?
- Yes, Sir.
- Your new deputy sure knows
how to handle himself, Stem.
Come on, honey.
Let's go.
- Have a good time.
- [Vince] Bye bye.
- Bobby, you all right?
- Yes, Sir.
- Bobby, you're not in
high school anymore.
Neither you nor Cherise.
She's 18, she makes up her mind.
Do you understand that?
- Yes, Sir.
I'm sorry.
- [Stem] It's hard growing up.
- [Bobby] Yes, Sir.
- You're gonna be
in any more trouble?
- No, Sir.
- Come here.
I don't think this
is such a good idea.
- He'll be fine.
- Yeah, but he's
holding a lot inside.
- He'll be fine.
This kind of thing
happens all the time.
Especially with a
high school jocks.
It's a real shock for them
to step into the real world.
- Yeah.
- No trouble, Bobby?
- No, Sir.
- I don't know about this.
- Eh, he'll be fine.
You had a good first day.
- Yeah, but if you don't mind,
I could use some sleep.
- Good night, Kozy.
- Thanks, Stem.
Donny.
(engine purring)
(light music)
- [Doctor] I have asked
not to be disturbed.
- [Butler] Are you
making progress?
- [Doctor] Perhaps.
- [Butler] I saw
Crawl and a dog.
- [Doctor] You'll see many
such dogs before I'm finished.
- [Butler] Doctor, are you
preparing a cure or a poison?
- [Doctor] Sometimes they're
one and the same thing.
- I warn you.
- Put it down, Bobby.
- [Butler] Ah, what
a charming tableau.
Sir Robert.
- [Sir Robert] Crawl informs me
that today a dog seemed
to survive your injection.
- [Doctor] Crawl is
a reliable informant.
- [Sir Robert] Then the
extract of the poisonous plant
has been--
(daunting music)
- What's going on?
- He was gonna shoot you.
I'm with the Lynchboro
County Sheriff's Office.
- I know who you are.
Were you going to
shoot me, Bobby?
- Yes, Sir.
- Get him out of here.
Get rid of him.
- Sir.
- You've done too
little already.
You've let him on my property,
right up to my
door with a rifle!
If you wanna keep your job,
you will get him out of here.
Get rid of him.
Go on!
- Yes, Sir.
All right, hurry.
Let's go, out.
Move!
Come on.
In the back.
- [Frank] Whoa!
No, no, no.
- [Vince] Go on in here.
Watch your head.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Frank, come on, come on.
- What are you doing?
- The kid's Bobby Lambert.
He's 18 years old.
Now, his high school sweetheart
just got initiated
into the Corvette Club.
That's a local brothel.
Volchek gives Corvettes
to all the new girls
if he wants to try them out.
Bobby tried to kill
Volchek tonight.
- Well, why are you
giving him to me?
- 'cause Volchek told
me to get rid of him.
- What am I gonna do with him?
- Look, he thinks
you're gonna kill him.
He'll be relieved just
to be interrogated.
Now, you put him in a safehouse.
You do whatever you wanna do.
You just keep him
out of Lynchboro.
- Why?
What are you gonna do?
- I wanna get close to Volchek
and I don't have a lot of time.
(engine roaring)
- I don't wanna die, Mister.
- Oh, stop.
You're not gonna die.
I'm gonna die from earning
a living like this.
(daunting music)
(flames howling)
(doorbell ringing)
- I need to see Mr. Volchek.
(woman screaming)
Well, where is he?
- [Woman] Who are you?
(woman screaming)
- What's happening to her?
Who's in there with her?
- [Doctor] Poor girl.
Perhaps it was a shock,
seeing him for the first time.
- My reminder of
- My reminder of
earthly greed and
earthly greed and
immortality.
immortality.
My nemesis.
My nemesis.
My demon.
My demon.
My father,
My father,
whose grave I defiled.
whose grave I defiled.
Damn you, Sardonakis.
- Damn you, Sardonakis.
Damn you to eternal hell.
Damn you to eternal hell.
You have no decency.
You have no decency.
And you've no human feeling.
No human feeling!
- I love this movie!
You have to watch it.
Mr. Sardonakis.
Is Bobby put away safe
where he can't bother me?
- Oh yeah.
He won't bother you anymore.
- What's this?
- Bobby!
- Bobby what?
- It's Bobby.
You told me to get rid of him.
- You mean, that's Bobby?
You killed him?
- Hey, you wanted me
to take care of him.
I took care of him.
- And he's dead right
there in that pot?
- Right here, Mr. Volchek.
- I wanted him put away for me!
I didn't mean...
There's risk!
But...
You took initiative.
That's good, Kozak.
I need men to take
the initiative.
- Yes, Sir.
- Bring that thing with you?
- You betchya.
- Just bury it in
another county tonight
and I'm gonna call
Lacey and double up
on your free visits.
I like initiative.
And tonight,
this thing, it's just
between you and me.
- All right.
- Next time, if we
have a next time,
let's be very
specific about words.
About what words mean.
I mean, to get rid of somebody
means, to me, to remove
them from my personal space.
To you, it obviously
means something different.
Let's say if I want somebody
to no longer be here, as in the
expiration of their
mortal existence.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
- Yeah.
You mean dead.
- Ssh.
We won't use that word.
The word we'll use is
marak.
If I say to you,
we'll let marak handle this.
It'll mean, you know,
like Bobby.
- Marak.
- Marak.
It's a name in the movie.
You'll come and watch it.
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you,
Deputy Kozak.
- Okay, okay.
- And,
no more marak.
- Yeah.
The old man, huh?
I'm gonna have fun
taking you down.
- [Man On TV] Not like this!
Not like this!
Not in the dark!
("Wiseguy Theme")
Tonight, on Wiseguy.
- Wake up Lynchboro, Vince
Kozak's comin' to town.
Get out!
Back off!
I'll beat your damn heads in.
- Am I gonna find out somethin'
you don't want me to know?
- Probably.
- He's a cop.
He was the best
back up I ever had.
- [Stem] You want to
get back into uniform?
Welcome to Sheriff's
Office Deputy.
- How are you?
_ Everybody this is Kozack.
- They bought it, you're inside.
- I feel like Barney Fife here.
- Give me a call Barney.
- So long Frank.
(dramatic music)
- You're late, McPike.
- I was reading your
composition Corbridge.
- Do you know, that pizza
costs $25 in this town?
- That's why I had
you pick it up, Frank.
- So what's the big new
story you have for me?
- This is a
collection of articles
published by small newspapers
across the country.
Take a look at page 26.
- [Frank] "One Man, No Vote."
- Lynchboro, Washington.
It's a company town.
And the company's
run by one man.
- Volchek?
Does it say here
Old Man Volchek?
- Yeah, an Old Man Volchek
has run things there
for nearly 100 years.
Lynchboro's a throwback
right out of the wild west.
There's mining, there's logging,
and there's prostitution
and gambling.
- Sure.
This is a small time.
- Generations of people
living in futile times.
A small pocket of the Middle
Ages right here in America.
The hell with them.
- Listen, I have to
have some other reason
that these people
are stupid enough
to live under this guys' thumb.
- What's the mob, Frank?
- (laughing) There
are four officers
on a Sheriff's department.
- There used to be six.
They lost two men
because of an accident.
- Jack, come on.
This is not exactly the
hot bed of organized crime.
- Of course not.
Most of these people are Polish.
If they were Italians,
the OCB would be
organizing a task force.
- You know, doesn't
your self righteousness
get enough exercise
on the Opinion page?
You're spoiling my appetite.
- They're gonna publish it.
Sunday magazine, cover story
in six weeks.
You know what happens then?
- One of the major
networks picks it up
and somebody I'm
supposed to report to
wonders why we haven't.
- But it's too late.
- Because Old Man Volchek's
pulled in his horns
until the heat dies down.
- He's worth probably about
quarter of a billion dollars.
How how many
cop-botatoodie-coppers
can you say that about?
- Quarter of a billion.
- Well,
wake up, Lynchboro.
Vince Kozak's coming to town.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Need a hand?
- Yeah, sure do.
Put it by the cash
register for me, will ya?
- Sure thing.
How you doin'?
- Morning.
Know what you want?
- Hi.
Yeah, I know what
I want, Vivian.
But in the mean time,
I'll have three scrambled,
double order of
bacon, order of toast,
and a glass of milk, okay?
- Hey, Vivian.
- Morning, Rogo.
Hey, where you headed?
- Hamington.
- Oh, you're going
right by Warnerville.
- Yeah.
- Would you mind doing
me another favor?
Would you drop off a
stack of papers for me?
- Whoa, I don't know
if I have the time.
- Come on, it's at Laggy's.
It's a convenient
store right on the way.
You're going right by there.
- All right.
- They're all in a bundle.
All you gotta do is just
drop them out the window.
- Rogo, don't
annoy my customers.
- [Rogo] I'm just
talking to the man.
- [Vince] No, that's all
right, that's all right.
They, thanks for the refill.
- [Vivian] Somebody's
at his truck.
- Call the cops!
Hey!
Get out!
Get out!
Back off, back off!
Back off or I'll beat
your damn heads in.
- Hey!
Get away from there.
- This is my rig.
- Not anymore.
- Hey!
Hey, guys!
Come on!
- Stay back!
Just get away from the rig.
- This is my rig!
- It is the property of
the Union Sovereign Bank,
Pittsburgh, P.A.
Now step away from that door
before I do something
I don't want to do.
- You're out of state!
- You're out of luck.
Step back.
(sirens wailing)
- Kill the man with
the shotgun, Donny.
What's going on here?
- My name's Vince
Kozak, Sheriff.
These guys are trying
to steal my rig.
- We've got the proper documents
to exercise a repossession.
- Hey, I'm just trying
to earn a living here!
- Rogo, I supposed
you wanna give
an unbiased viewpoint too, huh?
- Rogo says, these three
men here, they're thieves.
I don't care what kind
of documents they have.
- Check the clipboard, Sheriff.
- Look, I gotta do 10,000
miles a month to stay even.
I was short a couple
months, that's all.
- You signed a contract.
You gotta live up
to it, deadbeat.
- Shut up.
Who's Sedan is that?
- It's the bank's.
We work for the bank.
- I didn't ask you
who you work for.
Donny, cuff these
two men together
and have the big mouth
drive you to the station.
- [Donny] That arm and that arm.
- You.
You come with me.
Let's go.
- [Donny] Go.
- Hey, hold out your hand.
Hold our your hand!
- You know, I got my
personal stuff in there.
- [Sheriff] Shut up.
- [Vince] Don't let them
take my personal stuff.
(smooth Western music)
- You, in the chair.
Rest of you on the bench.
Donny, get their IDs.
(polyphonic music)
Don't leave the radio on
when nobody's in the office.
- Come on.
- Okay.
That's a pretty old picture.
All right.
Where you from, Kozak?
- Ketonic, Pennsylvania.
- Well, I'm sorry but
they are within their rights.
- You know how many
Polaks it takes
to drive an 18-wheeler?
Just one.
To pay his bills.
(straining)
- Kozak.
Donny, put him in a cell.
Put him in.
- [Donny] Come on.
- Donny, let 'em take
the rig and its haul
but not Mr. Kozak's
personal belongings.
- We're authorized
to take the rig
and the contents within.
- Bring back his belongings.
- [Donny] Yes, Sir.
Come on, boys.
- I'm sorry for all the trouble.
- Me too.
You're in some dire straits.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Well, thanks for not letting
those bastards take my stuff.
How long are you
gonna hold me here?
- I gotta run a check on you.
- Why?
Why don't you just let me go?
I'll grab a bus outta here.
Isn't it bad enough
I lost my rig?
- You got any money?
- What do you mean?
- Well, there's no cash in here.
No credit cards.
- Let me see, let's see
what I got here.
Got what, 10, 20.
I got $35.
- How do you pay for diesel?
- Got a gas card from
the shipper in a cab.
- Guess the repo man
got the gas card now.
- Yeah.
Why don't you just drop
me off at the bus station?
You can do that.
You got no reason
to hold me here.
- You're a vagrant.
I think I better
run a check on you.
Am I gonna find out something
you don't want me to know?
- You mind?
- [Sheriff] No.
- You want one?
- No, thanks.
- Thanks.
- Kozak,
am I gonna find out
something about you
you don't want me to know?
- I don't know, Sheriff.
Probably.
(suspenseful string music)
- What do you want, Rogo?
- I'm here to
interview Mr. Kozak.
- Well, maybe Mr. Kozak
doesn't wanna be interviewed.
- [Rogo] Mr. Kozak?
- Yeah.
- I'm Ed Rogosheske.
I publish the Lynchboro Times.
- Lynchboro Trash.
- [Rogo] Can I interview you?
- [Vince] Why?
- [Rogo] Why not?
- Look, I just lost my business
and I don't feel like having
it announced to the world.
- How'd you lose it?
- To the bank, where else?
- [Rogo] How many
payments were you behind?
- [Vince] Just a
couple of months.
I was just coming
out of a slump too.
They don't care.
- [Rogo] No, they don't care.
(buzzing)
- Ketonic Police.
Hold please.
- [Woman] I'm sorry.
He's not in right now.
Maybe I transfer your call?
Operater, may I help you?
- Ketonic Police.
- Your chief there?
- Chief Brows?
Who shall I say is calling?
- Sheriff Matthew Stemkowski.
Lynchboro, Washingston
Sheriffs Department.
- One moment.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah.
- A Sheriff
Stemkowski's calling.
- Yeah, all right.
Put him through.
- [Operator] Yes, Sir.
Here's your call.
- This is Chief
Burroughs speaking.
- Chief, this is
Sheriff Stemkowski.
Lynchboro, Washington.
- What can I do
for you, Sheriff.
- I'm running a check on
a guy we're holding here
and it came up on the computer
that I should call you.
- [Burroughs] And who is it?
- Vincent M. Kozak.
- Oh no, is he all right?
- Well, physically, he's fine.
- Thank God.
Old Kozy.
What kind of trouble is he in?
- He got his rig repo'd.
- [Burroughs] Damn.
- I can't call up
a sheet on him.
- (chuckles) Yeah well,
there's a good enough
reason for that.
He's a cop.
He used to be anyway.
He was the best
backup I ever had.
- Why isn't he on the
force, if he's so great?
- Hang on, let me close my door.
Yeah.
We had this candyass waiter.
Lady.
Real freak for the so-called
rights of the accused.
Kozak,
he was pretty quick to be firm.
Had some trouble with a
college kid around here.
In my book, Kozak
took care of business.
But a couple of these kids,
university football types.
They got Daddy's rent-fluence.
You know about that, don't you?
- Oh yeah.
- Those punks jumped him.
He beat the hell out of
them with his bare hands,
but Daddy had connections so
Kozak had to go.
What a great cop!
I mean, he had a small problem
being too easy with the
local hooker population.
But to tell you the truth,
we only got two
when Kozy was into
personal rehabilitation, if
you know what I'm saying.
You need bail money.
- No.
- I know that boy
doesn't have his own.
He spends his free
time at the track
just a little more
than he should.
I'll send you the money.
- Nah I just needed to make sure
he wasn't a serial killer
or something, you know?
- (laughing) A serial killer.
That is funny.
Hey, you tell him to give
me a call, all right?
- Yeah, will do.
- [Burroughs] I'll
talk to you later.
- Got your stuff.
This is all of it, right?
- Yeah, thanks a lot.
- Donny.
What's he got in there?
- Old clothes, shaving kit,
bunch of homemade cassettes.
Not much.
Say Stem, your old man wants me
to go over to the bank lunch.
- What about Red?
- Yeah, well the old
man sent him and Jeff
down to Seattle to
pick up a Corvette.
- Who is working for who?
Eh, go to the bank.
Somebody gave me a Corvette,
I'd find a way to get it myself.
- [Volchek] Gorslava.
- Mark.
This fellow just got
dumped in our laps.
- [Rogo] What were you hauling?
- Corduroy.
- Corduroy?
- Yeah, bolts of corduroy.
See, non-perishables
are the best haul.
Was a cash job too.
- So you know what
they did with it?
- That's all for now, Rogo.
- I gotta write.
- This is police business.
You can talk to him later.
Don't be a pain, Rogo.
- You want me to
get you a lawyer?
- No, I'm sure the Sheriff
will be fair with me.
- I know a lawyer.
- He doesn't need a lawyer.
I am trying to help him out.
So leave us alone.
- I'll be back, Vince.
I'll be back.
- Journalist.
It's not like
you're on death row.
Want a coffee, soda?
- I want my rig back.
- It's long gone.
- Yeah, well, in that case,
I guess I'll take a coffee.
- Deputy that just
left is Donny Volvak.
Got two others.
Red and Jeff Boyd.
I'm Matthew Stemkowski.
- Vince Kozak.
- Friends call me Stem, Kozy.
- You talked to Chief
Burroughs, didn't ya?
- Yeah.
- Well, I'm sorry to put
you through all the trouble.
I hate thinking about that.
Was another time.
Bitch Mayor.
I kept my town safe, Sheriff.
It wasn't enough.
Mayor wanted us to be
poster boys for the ACLU.
- Doesn't work that way here.
We don't have a Mayor.
Got a city manager
and a town council.
Sooner or later, nearly
everyone serves on it.
Most trouble we've
had this week is you.
And the repo man.
You miss police work?
- I don't miss the politics.
- No politics here.
- Right.
- It's true.
We operate by the golden rule.
Just as long as what you do
doesn't hurt anyone, it's fine.
That's the way the
old man wants it.
We take care of each other.
Two of our men got
lost out on river.
Taken down by a mud
wash during storm.
You got a problem with gambling?
- Nope.
Just not very good at it.
- What about women?
- Chief Burroughs
talks too much.
- [Stem] Is there a
problem with the ladies?
- Well, never had one complain.
- Lynchboro can put
that to the test.
- Yeah.
Do you plan on holding me long?
- No, I'm planning on seeing
if you might wanna
stay voluntarily.
We need some help here.
I lost my best men.
Donny, Red, Jeff.
They're good boys,
but they're boys.
I need some experience here.
You wanna get back into uniform?
We'll give this a
try for a few weeks.
If you're happy and I'm happy,
well, maybe you found
yourself a new home.
- [Vince] I gotta take
an oath or something?
- You swear to do
what I tell ya?
- [Vince] I swear.
- You've taken the oath.
Welcome to the
Sheriff's Office deputy.
- Well, not yet.
I hope this is okay.
- That's a very
thoughtful thing.
You look pretty good in uniform.
- Thank you.
- I hope this place is clean.
Short notice.
I don't think anybody's
been here since,
since Clackston died.
- Oh man.
What, did he die in this room?
- You noticed.
I'll fix that later.
Rent's included with the job.
- What a deal.
So when am I on the clock?
(beeping)
- [Old Man] Stemmer.
Get over to Gorslava.
I saw Crawl and a dog.
- Right now.
- [Vince] Who was that?
- The Old Man.
- Well, who's Crawl?
- Uh, Sardonakis is his butler.
Some damn horror movie the old
man's watching all the time.
Donny, you listening?
- [Donny] Yes, Stem, what's up?
- The old man wants
me at the house.
Meet me at the drive.
You know how a radar gun works?
- Sure do.
- Good.
We have two major
businesses here.
Volchek logging, Volchek mining.
By some chance, well,
it's not gonna happen,
but the problem crops
up at either place.
Your job is to keep things calm
until I can get there.
You don't get me, you
have to get the old man.
Hit the Recall button,
hit number one,
then punch Send.
You get Mr. Volchek.
- Got it.
- This is the
Volchek place here.
All right, it's all yours.
Listen, what you do, you go
about a mile up the road,
you'll see a Welcome
to Lynchboro sign.
Set up a speed trap.
- All right.
- We try not to
hurt our neighbors
but a lot of out of
towners use this road.
What you get correctly,
you get an override one.
In a good week, you
make an extra 100 bucks.
- All right.
Is there a quota or anything?
- Well, let's just
see how you do.
Oh yeah, the old man.
He's a prince, but
he is the boss.
So when he comes
flying down the road
in his funny little
car, just wave, okay?
- All right.
What kind of funny little car?
- I don't know.
I can't pronounce it.
But I think it's
Italian for money.
Go, Donny.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, you freakin morons.
What are you, nuts, driving
bikes in weather like this?
You gotta be out of your mind.
(light music)
- Whoa, I love a man in uniform!
- I'm gonna grow old and
retire in this uniform
before I make any progress here.
- What?
You been in town a day.
You nailed down a job.
You're moving like lightning.
By the way, you really
screwed Mars' leg up
when you kicked him.
- I guess I got a
little carried away
convincing these
people my livelihood
was being taken
away by repo men.
- And they bought it.
You're inside.
- Yeah, and I'm
running a speed trap.
I can't shake down people
just to maintain my cover.
I have no idea how to
get close to Volchek.
I feel like Barney Fife here.
- Well, give it a couple days.
- That was Volchek.
- You get a good look at him?
- Did I get a good look at him?
You see how he flew by?
I saw a cap.
I mean, he had teeth.
Come on, give me some money.
- Why?
What for?
- Well, I gotta
shake down somebody.
- Aw.
You take half my advance.
I'm sitting eating
cheese crackers
in a roadside motel
60 miles from nowhere,
waiting for the
cellular to ring.
- You know, my
apartment still stinks
from the guy who died in it.
- Ew, you know,
every since we started
working together,
through the yachts, the
private jets, the limousines,
I have wished, nay prayed,
that once, just once, Vincent,
you would experience undercover
work as I have known it.
What I have gotten
is satisfaction.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
(laughing manically)
Well, give me a call, Barney.
- Go on, Frank.
Why, you miserable...
(coughing)
Jail cell's better
than this place.
(lively music)
- This guy's got grass.
Repo man is drawing down on
him with a 12 gauge, right?
"Get away from the rig,
get away from the rig."
And Kozak's standing there
with nothing but a
Louisville slugger.
(laughing)
Hey, there he is!
Everybody this is Kozak!
(applause)
- Kozy, I'm Max.
Welcome to Lynchboro.
- [Vince] Thank you.
- What'll it be?
- Well, how about a
burger and a beer?
- You can get a
sausage and beer.
- Well, that'd be fine.
- Uh, that's Red.
- [Vince] Hi Red.
- And this is Jeff.
They're the other two deputies.
- Hey, you're a
real head banger.
- We're gonna love
having someone
on the force we can learn from.
- Well, I don't know.
I might be a bad
example to you all.
(laughing)
- You fit right in.
- Mr. Kozak.
I talked to your old chief.
You like to beat
up on college kids.
- Oh come on, Rogo.
- You have it going with that
working class martyr crap.
You're a fascist.
The water seeks its own level.
Soon you'll grow old and die.
- Give him some
slack, will you, Rogo?
- It's all right,
Max, it's all right.
Rogo here obviously knows
my whole life story.
You know, I don't know too much,
but I do know one thing.
I been around
enough of these guys
to know that a good
reporter is a bad citizen.
When was the last time
you wrote something
good about this town?
- My job is to report
problems of the town.
- A lot easier to tear down
than to build up, ain't it?
Well, you go ahead.
You be a sourpuss, Rogo.
Makes the stink in my
apartment smell sweeter.
- (laughing) Stem put him
up in Clackston's place.
(laughing)
- Vince,
sausage and beer.
- Well, thanks Max.
What do I owe you?
- On the voucher?
- Sheriff's deputies
get $100 credit a month
at the Tree Tap.
That's the way the
old man wants it.
But don't use it for gambling.
- Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Give a big tip.
- Max, put it on the voucher.
- He's gonna kill her.
Please!
- Where?
- The Corvette Club.
Please.
(daunting music)
- No!
No!
- You slut!
I'm gonna kill you, slut!
- No, let me go!
- Bobby.
Stop it.
Let her go.
- I will kill you too.
- Hey!
I got your mother out here.
I say I got your mother.
Donny.
Get him to a hospital.
- We don't have a hospital.
- We have a doctor?
- [Donny] Yeah, right.
- All right, bring
him to the office.
Red, go get my car.
Jeff, take the kid and put
him in a cell in the office.
Come on, move.
- Old man isn't gonna like this.
- Just keep moving.
You all right?
- Thank you.
(intense orchestral music)
- My head hurts so bad from
him pulling on my hair.
I'm really nervous.
- I know.
I know.
Everyone is the first time.
- All the girls
that have Corvettes
got them from the old man.
Cherise is getting hers tonight.
- Oh yeah?
- Trial by far for
you tonight, huh Kozy?
- You can say that again, Stem.
Here.
It's speed trap revenue.
- Oh, that's pretty good.
- Thanks.
- Put it in the book, Donny.
- Yes, Sir.
- All beautiful again.
A little lipstick
patter and paint.
Stem, we're running very late.
- I know.
Getting your Vette
tonight, eh, Cherise?
- Yes, Sir.
- Your new deputy sure knows
how to handle himself, Stem.
Come on, honey.
Let's go.
- Have a good time.
- [Vince] Bye bye.
- Bobby, you all right?
- Yes, Sir.
- Bobby, you're not in
high school anymore.
Neither you nor Cherise.
She's 18, she makes up her mind.
Do you understand that?
- Yes, Sir.
I'm sorry.
- [Stem] It's hard growing up.
- [Bobby] Yes, Sir.
- You're gonna be
in any more trouble?
- No, Sir.
- Come here.
I don't think this
is such a good idea.
- He'll be fine.
- Yeah, but he's
holding a lot inside.
- He'll be fine.
This kind of thing
happens all the time.
Especially with a
high school jocks.
It's a real shock for them
to step into the real world.
- Yeah.
- No trouble, Bobby?
- No, Sir.
- I don't know about this.
- Eh, he'll be fine.
You had a good first day.
- Yeah, but if you don't mind,
I could use some sleep.
- Good night, Kozy.
- Thanks, Stem.
Donny.
(engine purring)
(light music)
- [Doctor] I have asked
not to be disturbed.
- [Butler] Are you
making progress?
- [Doctor] Perhaps.
- [Butler] I saw
Crawl and a dog.
- [Doctor] You'll see many
such dogs before I'm finished.
- [Butler] Doctor, are you
preparing a cure or a poison?
- [Doctor] Sometimes they're
one and the same thing.
- I warn you.
- Put it down, Bobby.
- [Butler] Ah, what
a charming tableau.
Sir Robert.
- [Sir Robert] Crawl informs me
that today a dog seemed
to survive your injection.
- [Doctor] Crawl is
a reliable informant.
- [Sir Robert] Then the
extract of the poisonous plant
has been--
(daunting music)
- What's going on?
- He was gonna shoot you.
I'm with the Lynchboro
County Sheriff's Office.
- I know who you are.
Were you going to
shoot me, Bobby?
- Yes, Sir.
- Get him out of here.
Get rid of him.
- Sir.
- You've done too
little already.
You've let him on my property,
right up to my
door with a rifle!
If you wanna keep your job,
you will get him out of here.
Get rid of him.
Go on!
- Yes, Sir.
All right, hurry.
Let's go, out.
Move!
Come on.
In the back.
- [Frank] Whoa!
No, no, no.
- [Vince] Go on in here.
Watch your head.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Frank, come on, come on.
- What are you doing?
- The kid's Bobby Lambert.
He's 18 years old.
Now, his high school sweetheart
just got initiated
into the Corvette Club.
That's a local brothel.
Volchek gives Corvettes
to all the new girls
if he wants to try them out.
Bobby tried to kill
Volchek tonight.
- Well, why are you
giving him to me?
- 'cause Volchek told
me to get rid of him.
- What am I gonna do with him?
- Look, he thinks
you're gonna kill him.
He'll be relieved just
to be interrogated.
Now, you put him in a safehouse.
You do whatever you wanna do.
You just keep him
out of Lynchboro.
- Why?
What are you gonna do?
- I wanna get close to Volchek
and I don't have a lot of time.
(engine roaring)
- I don't wanna die, Mister.
- Oh, stop.
You're not gonna die.
I'm gonna die from earning
a living like this.
(daunting music)
(flames howling)
(doorbell ringing)
- I need to see Mr. Volchek.
(woman screaming)
Well, where is he?
- [Woman] Who are you?
(woman screaming)
- What's happening to her?
Who's in there with her?
- [Doctor] Poor girl.
Perhaps it was a shock,
seeing him for the first time.
- My reminder of
- My reminder of
earthly greed and
earthly greed and
immortality.
immortality.
My nemesis.
My nemesis.
My demon.
My demon.
My father,
My father,
whose grave I defiled.
whose grave I defiled.
Damn you, Sardonakis.
- Damn you, Sardonakis.
Damn you to eternal hell.
Damn you to eternal hell.
You have no decency.
You have no decency.
And you've no human feeling.
No human feeling!
- I love this movie!
You have to watch it.
Mr. Sardonakis.
Is Bobby put away safe
where he can't bother me?
- Oh yeah.
He won't bother you anymore.
- What's this?
- Bobby!
- Bobby what?
- It's Bobby.
You told me to get rid of him.
- You mean, that's Bobby?
You killed him?
- Hey, you wanted me
to take care of him.
I took care of him.
- And he's dead right
there in that pot?
- Right here, Mr. Volchek.
- I wanted him put away for me!
I didn't mean...
There's risk!
But...
You took initiative.
That's good, Kozak.
I need men to take
the initiative.
- Yes, Sir.
- Bring that thing with you?
- You betchya.
- Just bury it in
another county tonight
and I'm gonna call
Lacey and double up
on your free visits.
I like initiative.
And tonight,
this thing, it's just
between you and me.
- All right.
- Next time, if we
have a next time,
let's be very
specific about words.
About what words mean.
I mean, to get rid of somebody
means, to me, to remove
them from my personal space.
To you, it obviously
means something different.
Let's say if I want somebody
to no longer be here, as in the
expiration of their
mortal existence.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
- Yeah.
You mean dead.
- Ssh.
We won't use that word.
The word we'll use is
marak.
If I say to you,
we'll let marak handle this.
It'll mean, you know,
like Bobby.
- Marak.
- Marak.
It's a name in the movie.
You'll come and watch it.
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you,
Deputy Kozak.
- Okay, okay.
- And,
no more marak.
- Yeah.
The old man, huh?
I'm gonna have fun
taking you down.
- [Man On TV] Not like this!
Not like this!
Not in the dark!
("Wiseguy Theme")