Wiseguy (1987–2009): Season 3, Episode 5 - Sleepwalk - full transcript
On the advice of a therapist, Vinnie and Amber agree to confront their true feelings for each other on a retreat in Vermont.
- [Frank] Tonight, on Wiseguy.
(sultry music
featuring saxophone)
(crowd chatters)
- How dare you come
here like this?
You're remarkable,
you know that?
You're tearing my heart out!
- Is there some reason
why we can't deal
with these things
without fighting?
- You're not gonna
sit down and sort
through this with somebody.
- Whoa, what are
you talking about?
Therapy?
- We have spectacular sex.
- Maybe you should
stop having it.
(tuts)
- What?
- Doctor Rose said no sex.
- God, I hate therapists.
("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)
(baby cries)
(police siren wails)
(car engines growl)
(baby cries)
(knocking)
- I got it.
(clattering)
Hey, Vince.
- [Vince] Hey, Frank.
How are you doing?
- All right.
- Hey, son!
- Hey, Uncle Mike.
What, are you running
a library here or what?
Hey, it smells terrific in here.
You need any help?
- No, no, no.
Everything's under control.
- Frank, you want a beer?
- No, I'll have one with dinner.
- Okay.
(sighs)
How many of these have you read?
- Oh, I guess most of the ones
that aren't reference books.
- I got one for 20 points.
What is A-ACK?
- [Mike And Vince]
Ancient East Asian Music.
- Well, that's the first
definition in there, Frank.
I got a set of
those at home too.
Everybody knows that.
- Everybody knows that?
- Mm.
- Suddenly I feel very left out.
- Why is the feeling sudden?
- All right, soup's on.
I need some help in here now.
One of you guys grab this pot.
Grab some beer.
I got the hot sauce.
(clanking)
- Come on!
(clanking)
(coughs)
I really like this place.
- You know, I stayed cooped
in that loft for weeks
at a time, so I gotta come home
to something a little different.
And I love reading.
- Hey, you know, you're not
bad in the kitchen either.
How are you with the laundry?
Maybe we can work something out.
(sighs)
What?
All right, here it comes.
- Hell, I'll say it.
Vinnie,
Frank and I had a long talk.
Now, this comes with a
lot of care and affection
and about 40 years
experience between us.
- Yeah?
(sighs)
- Time has come for
you to hang it up,
as far as field work goes.
- Vinnie, you're a great
player in a dangerous game.
The game takes its toll.
When you lose your edge, the
consequences can be fatal.
- But I'm at the top
of my game right now.
- That's the time to get out.
This is not a sport where
you overstay your welcome.
Your stats drop, you
overstay your welcome,
then you drop,
and you know that.
- I can't get out now.
- Why?
- What else would I do?
Put on a suit and
sit at an OCB desk?
- It's not that stifling.
You track surveillance.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit on my
butt and listen to wire taps.
- You investigate data.
You build a case
on hard evidence.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit on my butt
and wade through the
subpoena documents.
I don't think so.
- You know, you really could
do some good training new guys.
- I'm not ready to
be called coach yet.
(sighs)
Come on, Frank.
We're being honest here.
Come out with it.
- You want honest?
- Yeah.
- Honest is, it sucks.
But you sleep with
both eyes closed.
When's the last time you
got a good night's sleep?
- You're right.
You're absolutely right.
But it's not finished for me.
I can't stop as long
as I got that feeling
that things are left undone.
- What's undone?
Everything you do is done.
You finished your last
case successfully.
It couldn't have been
more important to you.
Now, what's undone?
- I don't know, I don't know!
It's an internal feeling.
I can't explain it.
- Or maybe you can't face it.
Maybe what's undone
is your personal life.
- [Mike] Still
undone with Amber?
- Yeah, I guess so.
It's weird, you know?
That relationship didn't end.
It was just kind of cut off.
A lot of things never got said.
- Well then go say it!
- I can't.
I can't!
It's gonna be painful
for her to see me now.
(siren wails)
I don't know.
Maybe in her mind it's over.
Maybe she's got somebody else.
I don't know.
- You know, if
this was your work,
you'd be on it like a
hawk, you'd be bearing
right down on it, but it's not.
It's personal, so
you keep vacillating.
(car engine growls)
(clanks)
- You're right.
You're right.
- Yes I'm right.
That's why I'm the boss.
(jazzy big band music)
(crowd chatters and shouts)
(knocking)
(knocking)
- All right, all right!
Oh, love the retro fit, doll!
Enter and sign in.
- No thanks, Arlene.
- Ooh, we have a mystery guest!
(sultry music
featuring saxophone)
(slams)
- You bastard!
How dare you come here?
(sighs) You're
tearing my heart out!
I got a room full
of people out there
and you think you can
just waltz in like,
what?
(thudding)
(noisy kisses)
(moans)
(gasping)
Yeah.
(moans)
(crowd chatters)
- Okay, okay, come on now,
we're gonna move the
party to my place.
Come on!
Chop chop.
- What are you talking about?
- Love blooms, darling,
but not in this room.
- Where's Amber?
- Seventh heaven.
Come on, I'll break
out the bubbly.
Cristal for all!
Come on!
(people murmur and laugh)
(clicks)
(cars honk)
(shattering)
(rattling)
(melancholy orchestral music)
(sobs)
(clanking)
(cars honk)
(sighs)
- Good morning!
We both really needed
last night, didn't we?
Hm?
- Yeah, and I need this morning
like a hole in the head.
(sighs)
Why'd you come back?
- Well, we never said
goodbye to each other.
We just,
kind of stopped
seeing each other.
I can't accept that.
(sighs)
- I made my adjustments!
- No you didn't!
- Yes I did!
- No you didn't!
If you did, then last night
would never of happened.
- I had too much to
drink last night.
- You did not.
- Yes I did!
- You did not!
- Yes I did!
- You did not!
You've just been surrounding
yourself with these freaks
and filling your social calendar
up with enough distractions
so you don't have
to think about us.
Come on!
- You've got nothing else to do.
You're between gigs,
so I suffer, right?
(sighs)
That's a really big gesture
on your part, Vinnie.
Nobody to arrest, so
let's go beat Amber.
Like I haven't got feelings!
Like I don't carry
this heartache around
while you're going out
playing Deputy Dog!
And these freaks?
These freaks care enough
about me to be here for me!
- Mm-hm.
- To keep my occupied through
being lovesick for you
and terrified about
what that means!
They're my friends, but of
course I can't expect you
to understand that because
you haven't got any friends!
You've got that macho
cadre that bevel whacks
any place you hang your hat,
and what am I supposed to do?
Sit around in a shroud
and count rosary beads?
Where are you going?
- I'm gonna make some coffee.
- Oh, no you're not!
- Yes I am!
- No, you're not!
You're gonna make
an exit out of here.
I don't need this, Vinnie.
I don't need this
in a really big way.
- Well you know something?
I don't need it either,
but it's all we got.
- No.
I can't live like this,
with what you are.
I can't even begin
to comprehend this.
I want you out of here,
and then the thought
of you leaving makes me sick.
You really stink, you know that?
(sighs)
- I stink?
- [Amber] Yes!
- Is there some reason
why we can't deal
with these things
without fighting?
- Yeah, there's a reason!
We're addicted to each
other at this primal level,
but beyond that, I don't think
either one of us has a clue.
If I accept that, your
professional life is gonna rain
down on me in ways I
won't be able to survive,
and you're not man enough!
Oh, excuse me.
You're too much of a man
to really deal with that.
- I am not!
- [Amber] Yes, you are!
- I am not!
I can deal with this just
as sensitively as you can.
- Professionally?
You're not gonna
sit down and sort
through this with somebody.
- No, wait, wait, wait,
what are you talking about?
Therapy?
- Yeah!
- No, I don't think so.
It's--
- See, you're not gonna
sit down and have any kind
of meaningful dialog
with a third party
when half your life
is on a confidential,
need-to-know basis!
It's not gonna happen!
- You really want me to do this?
- Yes!
- All right.
If you want me to
do it, I'll do it.
Okay?
You happy now?
- Yeah!
- This is real normal.
Being in a relationship with
someone who works undercover
carries a fairly
consistent set of dynamics.
It's a burden both
partners have to bear.
For your relationship
to be healthy,
Amber has to accept that
your work is a big part
of who you are, and Vinnie has
to understand the difficulty
and sacrifice in
that acceptance.
- You know, this sounds
like a pre-programmed spiel
on behalf of the OCB.
- It is.
It is also the truth.
Well, now we've gotten
that out of the way,
let's separate what works
from what doesn't work.
What keeps bringing
you two together?
- Um...
(giggles)
- We have spectacular sex.
- Come on!
- Vinnie?
(sighs)
Vinnie?
- Yeah, the sex,
it's pretty good.
- Great sex.
- Yes!
- Yeah, yeah, it's great.
It's great.
- Good.
Well, then maybe you
should stop having it.
- Excuse me?
(laughs)
- We shouldn't view Vinnie's
job as solely responsible
for the problems in
your relationship.
Your career too, Amber, is
remarkable and admirable.
But the consumption
of your energies,
as with Vinnie's job,
leaves little time
for anything but the
need for release.
Naturally, falling
into bed is axiomatic.
But, it's also avoidance.
It's not dealing
with the problem.
- And what does
that mean, exactly?
- I think you two need to deal
with one another as people,
free from the outside
pressures of your careers.
I'd like to recommend
the following.
Isolate yourselves
for a period of time.
A week,
a long weekend, with
no distractions,
in a quiet place.
Deal with each other as people,
as thoughtful individuals who
don't have to touch to feel.
Can you do that?
- Well,
yeah, I got this buddy of mine
who's got a cabin up in Vermont.
We could probably use that.
- Oh, that would be nice!
- Yeah.
- No sex?
That would be like,
no kissing, or--
- You know what I mean.
- No sex?
(roaring)
(birds sing)
(gently splashing water)
(motor putters)
Beautiful, isn't it?
- Mm-hm, it's great.
- You're Fred?
- Fred Titan.
You're Mr Terranova
and this is--
- Amber--
- Terranova!
I got your car all gassed
up and ready to go.
- Okay.
- I just need you to sign
this and to see your license.
You want collision?
- Is there anybody
here to run into?
- No, but it's an
extra three bucks a day
and I could use the money.
- Yeah, fine.
That's fine.
- Personal liability?
- Every day.
- Pardon?
- Nothing, no thanks.
- Follow me!
You asked for a convertible.
I hope this is okay.
It's the only ragtop available.
- Yeah, that's okay
with you, Mrs Terranova?
- (giggling) Yeah!
Looks like fun.
- Sign here, Mr Terranova.
- Where?
- Right there.
That's a beautiful name.
It means "new earth",
you know that?
- Yeah, I like it.
- Can I help you
with anything else?
Generators, hurricane lamps,
stereo, widescreen TV?
- No thanks.
We came here to get
away from all of that.
- You sure?
How about a VCR?
Adult movies?
(Amber giggles)
- Fred, really!
- Sorry!
They're usually pretty popular
with the married couples.
- Yeah.
(engine starts)
- You folks have a nice day!
- Thank you!
- You too.
Bye now.
(engine growls)
(bird caws)
- What, are we all right here?
- Yeah, I think it's,
I think it's flooded.
Probably just the float stuck.
(sighs)
(metallic clanking)
All right, get over
there and turn it
over when I tell you to.
(clanking)
All right, go ahead.
(engine chugs)
Hold it, hold it.
(clanking)
All right, do it again.
Hey, Amber,
what's the matter?
- Listen!
- What?
(clanking)
(wind rushes)
I don't here anything.
- Right.
- It is nice, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- Wanna go for a walk?
- Yeah.
- Come here.
(peaceful acoustic music)
Here you go.
(sighs)
(sighs)
- You know Vinnie, maybe you
ought to hold on to this.
- Why?
I want you to wear it!
- Well, maybe you should see
how your mother
feels about that.
I mean, this has
been in your family.
- Amber, my mother has jewelry
from family she hasn't even met.
Now, why do you wanna
pack me a parachute?
- I just don't want you feel
compelled to work this out
because you asked
me to marry you.
That's all.
- I don't feel compelled
to do anything.
(frogs croak)
(clanking)
Okay?
- Okay.
(crickets chirp)
(clattering)
- Hey!
- Hi.
- [Vince] I cleaned
some vegetables
and there's some dip
in the refrigerator.
- Oh, this place feels good!
Maybe we should buy
it from your friend.
- I don't think it's for sale.
Wanna play some Scrabble?
- You can spell?
- Well, yeah,
single syllable words, anyway.
- Be quick when you shower.
This place has the world's
smallest water heater.
Maybe we should
have seen if Fred
could rent us a larger one.
- Hey, Amber, we're out
here communing with nature.
Smelling good is optional.
R-I-N-D.
Rind.
Five points plus double
word, that's ten big ones.
- That's not bad
for one syllable.
- Thank you.
(playful jazzy music)
Amber, come on!
It's a game, not
a summit meeting.
- Grind.
(clears throat) Eight points.
- Grind?
(groans)
(scoffs)
All right.
Let's go to bed.
- Okay!
(flapping noise)
(giggling)
(passionate orchestral music)
(noisy kisses)
(tutting)
- What?
- Doctor Rose said no sex.
- What?
- Remember?
(giggles)
- Yeah.
Yeah, right.
That's right.
Yeah, I forgot.
(sighs)
(inhales)
Well, goodnight.
- [Amber] Mm-hm, goodnight.
(sighs)
(sighs)
God, I hate therapists.
(owl hoots)
(howling and chirping)
♪ Here I stand, head in hand
♪ Turn my face to the wall
♪ How can I even try
♪ Feeling two foot small
(knocking)
(sighs)
- Come in.
(slams)
Hello, Sheila.
- I want him out of the cabin.
- No.
- It is half mine.
I have plans to use it.
- It'll wait.
- I'll get a court
order and throw him out.
- Oh, a court order
from Ms Woodstock!
Whatever happened to peace,
love, and understanding?
What, did you just hold
on to the wardrobe?
- I don't wanna hear your
snide, fascist comments.
The cabin is half mine!
- You got the house,
I got the cabin!
I let you use it
'cause I'm a nice guy,
and you take advantage of that!
You always have.
(sighs)
This time, it'll
just have to keep.
(groans)
- You ruin everything.
I had plans!
You ruined my weekend.
You ruined my life!
You never consider me.
You never did.
Maurine and Terry are
at my house right now
with their bags packed,
ready to go up there,
and what the hell do I do?
I end up fighting with
Bill because of you!
- I don't like Maurine and Terry
and I don't want
them in my cabin.
What you do with Bill,
that's your business.
- Lauren knows what
a bastard you are.
- You think that
because you once let me
into your womb and
you bore me a child,
that means you have
some special privilege
to come take a piece out of
me for the rest of your life!
And here you are in my face
a decade after the divorce.
I guess it does mean that.
Well, let me tell you.
I got some special
privileges too.
I have suffered your venom
and I can deal with that,
but if you ever again try to
poison my daughter against me,
if you ever try to
pour your hatred of me
into her heart again,
I swear to God,
I will put you into the system!
Eh?
Tomorrow!
The IRS will begin to
seriously doubt the veracity
of your tax returns.
The DEA will wonder
about your connection
with the Columbian drug cartel!
And if you complain about my
abusing power, it will fall
on deaf ears, because I
am part of a brotherhood,
and my brother is in
my cabin right now!
Try me, Sheila!
Go ahead!
And I will beat you to
death with the system!
(slams)
(thuds)
(thuds)
(groans)
(clanks)
(sighs)
♪ How can she say to me
♪ Love will find a way
♪ Gather 'round, all you can
♪ Let me hear you say
♪ Hey!
- Miserable bitch!
- Vinnie?
- What?
- Who was that
that called before?
- You know the guy
that lent us the cabin?
- Yeah?
- His ex-wife calls out
and says she's got friends
that wanna use the place.
They haven't been
married for ten years.
She's calling up,
screaming at me and him,
saying how we ruined her life.
Why can't women take
anything at face value?
(thud)
- First of all, it's a
mistake to try and figure out
why other people
don't get along.
(thudding)
And what's at face value
doesn't apply to men.
(thudding)
- [Vinnie] Well,
what does that mean?
- Well, who can even
see them, Vinnie?
I mean, you're
always wearing masks.
I mean, right from
the beginning,
getting what you want
means hiding behind a mask.
You roar, you beat your
chest, you think if you go
out the way you are, you're
gonna come home empty handed.
Nothing to eat, no one to love.
- [Vinnie] Uh-huh.
- Well, it may have been
like that in 500 BC,
but men haven't changed much.
I mean, look at
what you're doing.
- What?
- Honey, we have
plenty of firewood!
- Yeah, but this isn't firewood.
It's the female philosophy.
(thud)
- Oh.
(sighs)
- Yeah, you're right.
You're right, you're right.
(thudding)
My father went out as himself.
What he brought back
embarrassed him.
Just enough to put
something on the table
and something on our
backs, that was it.
He led a simple, honest life.
And when he died, he had
nothing to show for it.
(bird caws)
The guys in the neighborhood,
they wore 400 dollar suits
and drove flashy cars.
They wore a mask of
power but they never
understood what it meant,
and they got their riches.
They got their riches
by sniffing out weakness
and sucking it out of hard
working, honest people.
My dad was always afraid
I'd end up like one
of those people, 'cause I
was always around that stuff.
I can remember,
overhearing them
talk a couple times.
You know what they said?
They called my father a sucker.
Made my blood boil.
Men and their masks.
(birds caw)
You were right, Amber.
Most of us ain't worth a damn.
(melancholy orchestral music)
- Your father never knew
about your work, did he?
- No.
I guess it's kind
of ironic, you know?
To think I do what
I do because of him.
I was only 17 when he died,
and I was always a troublemaker
and my brother was about
to become a priest, so,
he died figuring he
raised heaven and hell.
(laughs)
I spent my whole adult life,
trying to live up
to his expectations.
Just trying to mete
out a little justice
to the guys who corrupted
the neighborhood.
'Cause it was guys like them,
that drove my father
to an early grave.
- Vinnie,
if you do what you do
to honor your father,
why don't you take
off your mask?
Why don't you lead a
simple, honest life?
What about it?
Look, I'm worth a fortune.
We could spend the rest of
our lives sipping champagne
on some exotic beach
and brushing the sand
out of interesting places.
- You mean to tell me that
you're gonna sell the company?
You're just gonna
sell the business,
lock, stock, and barrel forever?
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Now, don't you wish you
packed that parachute?
(metallic scraping)
(sighs)
You ready to eat?
- Yeah.
Stop, stop, stop!
- What?
(sighs)
We're eating out.
No, I mean, we're
going out to eat.
- Why?
- 'Cause I'm not gonna
spend another night
just getting worked
up just so I can stare
at the ceiling again!
I wanna go someplace
where I can stare
at simple hard work and schlubs.
- Is there some place
to eat around here?
- Yeah, there's some
place to eat around here.
It's a lot of flaid and
plannel and very little flesh.
- Flaid and plannel?
- Now go!
Would you go, please?
Go!
- Yes!
- Flaid and plannel.
(metallic clanking)
(engine growls)
(crickets chirp)
- [Amber] Popular spot?
- It's the only spot.
(gravel crunches)
Fred?
- Submitted for your approval,
Mr and Mrs Terranova,
a quiet couple taking a
quiet weekend in the country.
They expected to
find a sanctuary.
What they didn't expect to find
was a dimension beyond
sight and sound.
What they didn't expect to find
in their pastoral sojourn
was, The Twilight Zone.
(rockabilly music)
- Yeah, okay, Fred.
Good seeing you again.
- It's 50's night!
Look, it's Kent Wilson!
- [Vinnie] Who?
- Kent Wilson, from the
Five Os Thunderbirds.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- [Waitress] Ten dollars each.
- Now I'm gonna crank up one
of my personal favorites,
and I hope it's one of yours.
("Who Do You Love"
by Bo Diddley)
♪ I walked 47 miles
of barbed wire ♪
♪ I use a cobra
snake for a necktie ♪
♪ I got a brand new
house on the roadside ♪
♪ Made from rattlesnake hide
♪ I got a brand new
chimney made on top ♪
♪ made out of a human skull
♪ Now come on, take a little
walk with me, Arlene ♪
♪ And tell me,
who do you love? ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ I've got a tombstone
hand and a graveyard mind ♪
♪ I'm just twenty-two
and I don't mind dyin' ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ I rode around the town
and use a rattlesnake whip ♪
♪ take it easy Arlene
don't give me no lip ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ The night was dark
and the sky was blue ♪
♪ Down the alley
the ice wagon flew ♪
♪ Hit a bump and
somebody screamed ♪
♪ You should have heard
just what I seen ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Ooh, baby!
(audience cheers and applauds)
- We're gonna take a short
break, then we'll be right back.
(audience cheers and applauds)
(rockabilly music)
- [Amber] Congratulations
on a new video!
- Yeah, thanks for the
Louie the Thirteenth.
Classy lady that sends a
700 dollar bottle of brandy
to a guy that's not
even on her label.
- Get out of here.
How are the boys?
- Tired.
We just came off tour
and I came back east
to hang out and play
with a few old buds.
- Right!
Sounds great, guys.
- You ought to hear some
of their original stuff.
- Hey, I'm not gonna
frustrate myself listening
to other label's artists.
- Would you believe
that's not a problem?
- Oh what, as in, you're
not signed with anyone?
- Here she goes!
Excuse me.
So you're Amber's
Brooklyn boy, huh?
- Yeah.
- You're running on
the fast track now.
- Oh yeah?
So how well do you know Amber?
- Well, you can't be in this
business and not know her.
It's in her blood.
She'll be doing deals
'til the day she dies.
(drum roll)
- Okay!
All right, the moment no
one has been waiting for.
Settle down!
I've got the Fifties
Night winners!
(applause)
First place for best fast
dance couple goes to,
Chuck Adams and
Anne Michelle Mann!
(applause)
Better get that one!
The winners for best slow dance,
Donna and Harvey Rosin!
(applause)
Harvey, you devil!
(laughs)
For best costume that
embodies the true spirit
of the fifties, a warm round
of applause for the newcomer,
Mr Vinnie Terranova!
(applause)
- I wanted that one, man!
(applause)
(murmuring)
- Hm?
- Thank you.
(Fred laughs)
(cheering and applause)
- Okay folks, back to the bash!
(50's rock music)
- All right, it's
nice to meet you.
Take care of yourself.
And you,
I'll catch up with this
tour in Boston, okay?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Take it easy!
- You too.
Where's Vinnie?
(crickets chirp)
(creaking)
There you are!
What a great time!
I think I signed
a new act tonight.
- Yeah?
- Those guys are incredible!
What?
- Nothing, nothing.
- What?
- Nothing!
- Aw, do you think if we
ignored our therapist's advice
that would put a smile
back on your face?
- Nah.
Kind of tired all of a sudden.
I'm glad you had a
good time though, okay?
(engine starts)
(peaceful acoustic music)
- Hi.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry I ignored
you last night.
- Well, you didn't
exactly ignore me.
You forgot I was there.
That's all right, it's okay.
I had a good time anyway.
- This isn't gonna
work, is it, Vinnie?
I was deluding
myself into thinking
I could actually give it up.
It makes me sad.
- Why?
One of the reasons I love you is
because you're self-reliant.
Because you act
on your instincts,
every day, ten times
a day, and you win!
That's nothing to apologize for.
- Yeah, except when you
have to hang it all up
and then you're left alone.
That scares me.
I mean, we shouldn't
allow ourselves to be led
by the fire in our guts.
- But I understand the pump
you get from your work.
And to walk away from
it or alter it just
because it interferes
with something else
that might be good is
not an easy thing to do.
- No.
- It would be a monumental
mistake if I quit my job
or if you sold your company.
You know why?
Because we wouldn't be doing
it because we wanted to,
but just to prove a point.
- Well, like last night, I
loved talking to that band.
I wasn't even thinking about it!
It was like this
involuntary reflex.
Just felt great.
- Yeah, I could see that.
Yeah, who knows if we'd
even like each other
if all we did was sit around
and drink margaritas all day.
- I love that edge
you've got, Vinnie.
I needed it so much
when I was widowed.
Off balance.
I don't wanna lose that.
- We've got
friendship, remember?
That's not going anywhere.
- What?
- You know, all my life,
my best friends
were guys named Nick
with great turnaround
jump shots,
and now all of a
sudden it's you.
How the hell did that happen?
- Vinnie.
(noisy kissing)
I'm gonna miss the sex.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(inhales)
What the hell?
What are friends for?
(laughing)
(heartfelt orchestral music)
- Take care of this.
You might wanna give
it back to me one day.
Okay, bye.
(roaring)
(birds sing)
(50's doowop music)
- Hi!
- Hi.
- You won the costume contest
last night, didn't you?
- Yeah, I guess I did.
- Congratulations.
- Yeah, thanks.
Hey, come here.
Wanna dance?
("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)
(exciting orchestral music)
(sultry music
featuring saxophone)
(crowd chatters)
- How dare you come
here like this?
You're remarkable,
you know that?
You're tearing my heart out!
- Is there some reason
why we can't deal
with these things
without fighting?
- You're not gonna
sit down and sort
through this with somebody.
- Whoa, what are
you talking about?
Therapy?
- We have spectacular sex.
- Maybe you should
stop having it.
(tuts)
- What?
- Doctor Rose said no sex.
- God, I hate therapists.
("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)
(baby cries)
(police siren wails)
(car engines growl)
(baby cries)
(knocking)
- I got it.
(clattering)
Hey, Vince.
- [Vince] Hey, Frank.
How are you doing?
- All right.
- Hey, son!
- Hey, Uncle Mike.
What, are you running
a library here or what?
Hey, it smells terrific in here.
You need any help?
- No, no, no.
Everything's under control.
- Frank, you want a beer?
- No, I'll have one with dinner.
- Okay.
(sighs)
How many of these have you read?
- Oh, I guess most of the ones
that aren't reference books.
- I got one for 20 points.
What is A-ACK?
- [Mike And Vince]
Ancient East Asian Music.
- Well, that's the first
definition in there, Frank.
I got a set of
those at home too.
Everybody knows that.
- Everybody knows that?
- Mm.
- Suddenly I feel very left out.
- Why is the feeling sudden?
- All right, soup's on.
I need some help in here now.
One of you guys grab this pot.
Grab some beer.
I got the hot sauce.
(clanking)
- Come on!
(clanking)
(coughs)
I really like this place.
- You know, I stayed cooped
in that loft for weeks
at a time, so I gotta come home
to something a little different.
And I love reading.
- Hey, you know, you're not
bad in the kitchen either.
How are you with the laundry?
Maybe we can work something out.
(sighs)
What?
All right, here it comes.
- Hell, I'll say it.
Vinnie,
Frank and I had a long talk.
Now, this comes with a
lot of care and affection
and about 40 years
experience between us.
- Yeah?
(sighs)
- Time has come for
you to hang it up,
as far as field work goes.
- Vinnie, you're a great
player in a dangerous game.
The game takes its toll.
When you lose your edge, the
consequences can be fatal.
- But I'm at the top
of my game right now.
- That's the time to get out.
This is not a sport where
you overstay your welcome.
Your stats drop, you
overstay your welcome,
then you drop,
and you know that.
- I can't get out now.
- Why?
- What else would I do?
Put on a suit and
sit at an OCB desk?
- It's not that stifling.
You track surveillance.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit on my
butt and listen to wire taps.
- You investigate data.
You build a case
on hard evidence.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit on my butt
and wade through the
subpoena documents.
I don't think so.
- You know, you really could
do some good training new guys.
- I'm not ready to
be called coach yet.
(sighs)
Come on, Frank.
We're being honest here.
Come out with it.
- You want honest?
- Yeah.
- Honest is, it sucks.
But you sleep with
both eyes closed.
When's the last time you
got a good night's sleep?
- You're right.
You're absolutely right.
But it's not finished for me.
I can't stop as long
as I got that feeling
that things are left undone.
- What's undone?
Everything you do is done.
You finished your last
case successfully.
It couldn't have been
more important to you.
Now, what's undone?
- I don't know, I don't know!
It's an internal feeling.
I can't explain it.
- Or maybe you can't face it.
Maybe what's undone
is your personal life.
- [Mike] Still
undone with Amber?
- Yeah, I guess so.
It's weird, you know?
That relationship didn't end.
It was just kind of cut off.
A lot of things never got said.
- Well then go say it!
- I can't.
I can't!
It's gonna be painful
for her to see me now.
(siren wails)
I don't know.
Maybe in her mind it's over.
Maybe she's got somebody else.
I don't know.
- You know, if
this was your work,
you'd be on it like a
hawk, you'd be bearing
right down on it, but it's not.
It's personal, so
you keep vacillating.
(car engine growls)
(clanks)
- You're right.
You're right.
- Yes I'm right.
That's why I'm the boss.
(jazzy big band music)
(crowd chatters and shouts)
(knocking)
(knocking)
- All right, all right!
Oh, love the retro fit, doll!
Enter and sign in.
- No thanks, Arlene.
- Ooh, we have a mystery guest!
(sultry music
featuring saxophone)
(slams)
- You bastard!
How dare you come here?
(sighs) You're
tearing my heart out!
I got a room full
of people out there
and you think you can
just waltz in like,
what?
(thudding)
(noisy kisses)
(moans)
(gasping)
Yeah.
(moans)
(crowd chatters)
- Okay, okay, come on now,
we're gonna move the
party to my place.
Come on!
Chop chop.
- What are you talking about?
- Love blooms, darling,
but not in this room.
- Where's Amber?
- Seventh heaven.
Come on, I'll break
out the bubbly.
Cristal for all!
Come on!
(people murmur and laugh)
(clicks)
(cars honk)
(shattering)
(rattling)
(melancholy orchestral music)
(sobs)
(clanking)
(cars honk)
(sighs)
- Good morning!
We both really needed
last night, didn't we?
Hm?
- Yeah, and I need this morning
like a hole in the head.
(sighs)
Why'd you come back?
- Well, we never said
goodbye to each other.
We just,
kind of stopped
seeing each other.
I can't accept that.
(sighs)
- I made my adjustments!
- No you didn't!
- Yes I did!
- No you didn't!
If you did, then last night
would never of happened.
- I had too much to
drink last night.
- You did not.
- Yes I did!
- You did not!
- Yes I did!
- You did not!
You've just been surrounding
yourself with these freaks
and filling your social calendar
up with enough distractions
so you don't have
to think about us.
Come on!
- You've got nothing else to do.
You're between gigs,
so I suffer, right?
(sighs)
That's a really big gesture
on your part, Vinnie.
Nobody to arrest, so
let's go beat Amber.
Like I haven't got feelings!
Like I don't carry
this heartache around
while you're going out
playing Deputy Dog!
And these freaks?
These freaks care enough
about me to be here for me!
- Mm-hm.
- To keep my occupied through
being lovesick for you
and terrified about
what that means!
They're my friends, but of
course I can't expect you
to understand that because
you haven't got any friends!
You've got that macho
cadre that bevel whacks
any place you hang your hat,
and what am I supposed to do?
Sit around in a shroud
and count rosary beads?
Where are you going?
- I'm gonna make some coffee.
- Oh, no you're not!
- Yes I am!
- No, you're not!
You're gonna make
an exit out of here.
I don't need this, Vinnie.
I don't need this
in a really big way.
- Well you know something?
I don't need it either,
but it's all we got.
- No.
I can't live like this,
with what you are.
I can't even begin
to comprehend this.
I want you out of here,
and then the thought
of you leaving makes me sick.
You really stink, you know that?
(sighs)
- I stink?
- [Amber] Yes!
- Is there some reason
why we can't deal
with these things
without fighting?
- Yeah, there's a reason!
We're addicted to each
other at this primal level,
but beyond that, I don't think
either one of us has a clue.
If I accept that, your
professional life is gonna rain
down on me in ways I
won't be able to survive,
and you're not man enough!
Oh, excuse me.
You're too much of a man
to really deal with that.
- I am not!
- [Amber] Yes, you are!
- I am not!
I can deal with this just
as sensitively as you can.
- Professionally?
You're not gonna
sit down and sort
through this with somebody.
- No, wait, wait, wait,
what are you talking about?
Therapy?
- Yeah!
- No, I don't think so.
It's--
- See, you're not gonna
sit down and have any kind
of meaningful dialog
with a third party
when half your life
is on a confidential,
need-to-know basis!
It's not gonna happen!
- You really want me to do this?
- Yes!
- All right.
If you want me to
do it, I'll do it.
Okay?
You happy now?
- Yeah!
- This is real normal.
Being in a relationship with
someone who works undercover
carries a fairly
consistent set of dynamics.
It's a burden both
partners have to bear.
For your relationship
to be healthy,
Amber has to accept that
your work is a big part
of who you are, and Vinnie has
to understand the difficulty
and sacrifice in
that acceptance.
- You know, this sounds
like a pre-programmed spiel
on behalf of the OCB.
- It is.
It is also the truth.
Well, now we've gotten
that out of the way,
let's separate what works
from what doesn't work.
What keeps bringing
you two together?
- Um...
(giggles)
- We have spectacular sex.
- Come on!
- Vinnie?
(sighs)
Vinnie?
- Yeah, the sex,
it's pretty good.
- Great sex.
- Yes!
- Yeah, yeah, it's great.
It's great.
- Good.
Well, then maybe you
should stop having it.
- Excuse me?
(laughs)
- We shouldn't view Vinnie's
job as solely responsible
for the problems in
your relationship.
Your career too, Amber, is
remarkable and admirable.
But the consumption
of your energies,
as with Vinnie's job,
leaves little time
for anything but the
need for release.
Naturally, falling
into bed is axiomatic.
But, it's also avoidance.
It's not dealing
with the problem.
- And what does
that mean, exactly?
- I think you two need to deal
with one another as people,
free from the outside
pressures of your careers.
I'd like to recommend
the following.
Isolate yourselves
for a period of time.
A week,
a long weekend, with
no distractions,
in a quiet place.
Deal with each other as people,
as thoughtful individuals who
don't have to touch to feel.
Can you do that?
- Well,
yeah, I got this buddy of mine
who's got a cabin up in Vermont.
We could probably use that.
- Oh, that would be nice!
- Yeah.
- No sex?
That would be like,
no kissing, or--
- You know what I mean.
- No sex?
(roaring)
(birds sing)
(gently splashing water)
(motor putters)
Beautiful, isn't it?
- Mm-hm, it's great.
- You're Fred?
- Fred Titan.
You're Mr Terranova
and this is--
- Amber--
- Terranova!
I got your car all gassed
up and ready to go.
- Okay.
- I just need you to sign
this and to see your license.
You want collision?
- Is there anybody
here to run into?
- No, but it's an
extra three bucks a day
and I could use the money.
- Yeah, fine.
That's fine.
- Personal liability?
- Every day.
- Pardon?
- Nothing, no thanks.
- Follow me!
You asked for a convertible.
I hope this is okay.
It's the only ragtop available.
- Yeah, that's okay
with you, Mrs Terranova?
- (giggling) Yeah!
Looks like fun.
- Sign here, Mr Terranova.
- Where?
- Right there.
That's a beautiful name.
It means "new earth",
you know that?
- Yeah, I like it.
- Can I help you
with anything else?
Generators, hurricane lamps,
stereo, widescreen TV?
- No thanks.
We came here to get
away from all of that.
- You sure?
How about a VCR?
Adult movies?
(Amber giggles)
- Fred, really!
- Sorry!
They're usually pretty popular
with the married couples.
- Yeah.
(engine starts)
- You folks have a nice day!
- Thank you!
- You too.
Bye now.
(engine growls)
(bird caws)
- What, are we all right here?
- Yeah, I think it's,
I think it's flooded.
Probably just the float stuck.
(sighs)
(metallic clanking)
All right, get over
there and turn it
over when I tell you to.
(clanking)
All right, go ahead.
(engine chugs)
Hold it, hold it.
(clanking)
All right, do it again.
Hey, Amber,
what's the matter?
- Listen!
- What?
(clanking)
(wind rushes)
I don't here anything.
- Right.
- It is nice, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- Wanna go for a walk?
- Yeah.
- Come here.
(peaceful acoustic music)
Here you go.
(sighs)
(sighs)
- You know Vinnie, maybe you
ought to hold on to this.
- Why?
I want you to wear it!
- Well, maybe you should see
how your mother
feels about that.
I mean, this has
been in your family.
- Amber, my mother has jewelry
from family she hasn't even met.
Now, why do you wanna
pack me a parachute?
- I just don't want you feel
compelled to work this out
because you asked
me to marry you.
That's all.
- I don't feel compelled
to do anything.
(frogs croak)
(clanking)
Okay?
- Okay.
(crickets chirp)
(clattering)
- Hey!
- Hi.
- [Vince] I cleaned
some vegetables
and there's some dip
in the refrigerator.
- Oh, this place feels good!
Maybe we should buy
it from your friend.
- I don't think it's for sale.
Wanna play some Scrabble?
- You can spell?
- Well, yeah,
single syllable words, anyway.
- Be quick when you shower.
This place has the world's
smallest water heater.
Maybe we should
have seen if Fred
could rent us a larger one.
- Hey, Amber, we're out
here communing with nature.
Smelling good is optional.
R-I-N-D.
Rind.
Five points plus double
word, that's ten big ones.
- That's not bad
for one syllable.
- Thank you.
(playful jazzy music)
Amber, come on!
It's a game, not
a summit meeting.
- Grind.
(clears throat) Eight points.
- Grind?
(groans)
(scoffs)
All right.
Let's go to bed.
- Okay!
(flapping noise)
(giggling)
(passionate orchestral music)
(noisy kisses)
(tutting)
- What?
- Doctor Rose said no sex.
- What?
- Remember?
(giggles)
- Yeah.
Yeah, right.
That's right.
Yeah, I forgot.
(sighs)
(inhales)
Well, goodnight.
- [Amber] Mm-hm, goodnight.
(sighs)
(sighs)
God, I hate therapists.
(owl hoots)
(howling and chirping)
♪ Here I stand, head in hand
♪ Turn my face to the wall
♪ How can I even try
♪ Feeling two foot small
(knocking)
(sighs)
- Come in.
(slams)
Hello, Sheila.
- I want him out of the cabin.
- No.
- It is half mine.
I have plans to use it.
- It'll wait.
- I'll get a court
order and throw him out.
- Oh, a court order
from Ms Woodstock!
Whatever happened to peace,
love, and understanding?
What, did you just hold
on to the wardrobe?
- I don't wanna hear your
snide, fascist comments.
The cabin is half mine!
- You got the house,
I got the cabin!
I let you use it
'cause I'm a nice guy,
and you take advantage of that!
You always have.
(sighs)
This time, it'll
just have to keep.
(groans)
- You ruin everything.
I had plans!
You ruined my weekend.
You ruined my life!
You never consider me.
You never did.
Maurine and Terry are
at my house right now
with their bags packed,
ready to go up there,
and what the hell do I do?
I end up fighting with
Bill because of you!
- I don't like Maurine and Terry
and I don't want
them in my cabin.
What you do with Bill,
that's your business.
- Lauren knows what
a bastard you are.
- You think that
because you once let me
into your womb and
you bore me a child,
that means you have
some special privilege
to come take a piece out of
me for the rest of your life!
And here you are in my face
a decade after the divorce.
I guess it does mean that.
Well, let me tell you.
I got some special
privileges too.
I have suffered your venom
and I can deal with that,
but if you ever again try to
poison my daughter against me,
if you ever try to
pour your hatred of me
into her heart again,
I swear to God,
I will put you into the system!
Eh?
Tomorrow!
The IRS will begin to
seriously doubt the veracity
of your tax returns.
The DEA will wonder
about your connection
with the Columbian drug cartel!
And if you complain about my
abusing power, it will fall
on deaf ears, because I
am part of a brotherhood,
and my brother is in
my cabin right now!
Try me, Sheila!
Go ahead!
And I will beat you to
death with the system!
(slams)
(thuds)
(thuds)
(groans)
(clanks)
(sighs)
♪ How can she say to me
♪ Love will find a way
♪ Gather 'round, all you can
♪ Let me hear you say
♪ Hey!
- Miserable bitch!
- Vinnie?
- What?
- Who was that
that called before?
- You know the guy
that lent us the cabin?
- Yeah?
- His ex-wife calls out
and says she's got friends
that wanna use the place.
They haven't been
married for ten years.
She's calling up,
screaming at me and him,
saying how we ruined her life.
Why can't women take
anything at face value?
(thud)
- First of all, it's a
mistake to try and figure out
why other people
don't get along.
(thudding)
And what's at face value
doesn't apply to men.
(thudding)
- [Vinnie] Well,
what does that mean?
- Well, who can even
see them, Vinnie?
I mean, you're
always wearing masks.
I mean, right from
the beginning,
getting what you want
means hiding behind a mask.
You roar, you beat your
chest, you think if you go
out the way you are, you're
gonna come home empty handed.
Nothing to eat, no one to love.
- [Vinnie] Uh-huh.
- Well, it may have been
like that in 500 BC,
but men haven't changed much.
I mean, look at
what you're doing.
- What?
- Honey, we have
plenty of firewood!
- Yeah, but this isn't firewood.
It's the female philosophy.
(thud)
- Oh.
(sighs)
- Yeah, you're right.
You're right, you're right.
(thudding)
My father went out as himself.
What he brought back
embarrassed him.
Just enough to put
something on the table
and something on our
backs, that was it.
He led a simple, honest life.
And when he died, he had
nothing to show for it.
(bird caws)
The guys in the neighborhood,
they wore 400 dollar suits
and drove flashy cars.
They wore a mask of
power but they never
understood what it meant,
and they got their riches.
They got their riches
by sniffing out weakness
and sucking it out of hard
working, honest people.
My dad was always afraid
I'd end up like one
of those people, 'cause I
was always around that stuff.
I can remember,
overhearing them
talk a couple times.
You know what they said?
They called my father a sucker.
Made my blood boil.
Men and their masks.
(birds caw)
You were right, Amber.
Most of us ain't worth a damn.
(melancholy orchestral music)
- Your father never knew
about your work, did he?
- No.
I guess it's kind
of ironic, you know?
To think I do what
I do because of him.
I was only 17 when he died,
and I was always a troublemaker
and my brother was about
to become a priest, so,
he died figuring he
raised heaven and hell.
(laughs)
I spent my whole adult life,
trying to live up
to his expectations.
Just trying to mete
out a little justice
to the guys who corrupted
the neighborhood.
'Cause it was guys like them,
that drove my father
to an early grave.
- Vinnie,
if you do what you do
to honor your father,
why don't you take
off your mask?
Why don't you lead a
simple, honest life?
What about it?
Look, I'm worth a fortune.
We could spend the rest of
our lives sipping champagne
on some exotic beach
and brushing the sand
out of interesting places.
- You mean to tell me that
you're gonna sell the company?
You're just gonna
sell the business,
lock, stock, and barrel forever?
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Now, don't you wish you
packed that parachute?
(metallic scraping)
(sighs)
You ready to eat?
- Yeah.
Stop, stop, stop!
- What?
(sighs)
We're eating out.
No, I mean, we're
going out to eat.
- Why?
- 'Cause I'm not gonna
spend another night
just getting worked
up just so I can stare
at the ceiling again!
I wanna go someplace
where I can stare
at simple hard work and schlubs.
- Is there some place
to eat around here?
- Yeah, there's some
place to eat around here.
It's a lot of flaid and
plannel and very little flesh.
- Flaid and plannel?
- Now go!
Would you go, please?
Go!
- Yes!
- Flaid and plannel.
(metallic clanking)
(engine growls)
(crickets chirp)
- [Amber] Popular spot?
- It's the only spot.
(gravel crunches)
Fred?
- Submitted for your approval,
Mr and Mrs Terranova,
a quiet couple taking a
quiet weekend in the country.
They expected to
find a sanctuary.
What they didn't expect to find
was a dimension beyond
sight and sound.
What they didn't expect to find
in their pastoral sojourn
was, The Twilight Zone.
(rockabilly music)
- Yeah, okay, Fred.
Good seeing you again.
- It's 50's night!
Look, it's Kent Wilson!
- [Vinnie] Who?
- Kent Wilson, from the
Five Os Thunderbirds.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- [Waitress] Ten dollars each.
- Now I'm gonna crank up one
of my personal favorites,
and I hope it's one of yours.
("Who Do You Love"
by Bo Diddley)
♪ I walked 47 miles
of barbed wire ♪
♪ I use a cobra
snake for a necktie ♪
♪ I got a brand new
house on the roadside ♪
♪ Made from rattlesnake hide
♪ I got a brand new
chimney made on top ♪
♪ made out of a human skull
♪ Now come on, take a little
walk with me, Arlene ♪
♪ And tell me,
who do you love? ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ I've got a tombstone
hand and a graveyard mind ♪
♪ I'm just twenty-two
and I don't mind dyin' ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ I rode around the town
and use a rattlesnake whip ♪
♪ take it easy Arlene
don't give me no lip ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ The night was dark
and the sky was blue ♪
♪ Down the alley
the ice wagon flew ♪
♪ Hit a bump and
somebody screamed ♪
♪ You should have heard
just what I seen ♪
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Who do you love?
♪ Ooh, baby!
(audience cheers and applauds)
- We're gonna take a short
break, then we'll be right back.
(audience cheers and applauds)
(rockabilly music)
- [Amber] Congratulations
on a new video!
- Yeah, thanks for the
Louie the Thirteenth.
Classy lady that sends a
700 dollar bottle of brandy
to a guy that's not
even on her label.
- Get out of here.
How are the boys?
- Tired.
We just came off tour
and I came back east
to hang out and play
with a few old buds.
- Right!
Sounds great, guys.
- You ought to hear some
of their original stuff.
- Hey, I'm not gonna
frustrate myself listening
to other label's artists.
- Would you believe
that's not a problem?
- Oh what, as in, you're
not signed with anyone?
- Here she goes!
Excuse me.
So you're Amber's
Brooklyn boy, huh?
- Yeah.
- You're running on
the fast track now.
- Oh yeah?
So how well do you know Amber?
- Well, you can't be in this
business and not know her.
It's in her blood.
She'll be doing deals
'til the day she dies.
(drum roll)
- Okay!
All right, the moment no
one has been waiting for.
Settle down!
I've got the Fifties
Night winners!
(applause)
First place for best fast
dance couple goes to,
Chuck Adams and
Anne Michelle Mann!
(applause)
Better get that one!
The winners for best slow dance,
Donna and Harvey Rosin!
(applause)
Harvey, you devil!
(laughs)
For best costume that
embodies the true spirit
of the fifties, a warm round
of applause for the newcomer,
Mr Vinnie Terranova!
(applause)
- I wanted that one, man!
(applause)
(murmuring)
- Hm?
- Thank you.
(Fred laughs)
(cheering and applause)
- Okay folks, back to the bash!
(50's rock music)
- All right, it's
nice to meet you.
Take care of yourself.
And you,
I'll catch up with this
tour in Boston, okay?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Take it easy!
- You too.
Where's Vinnie?
(crickets chirp)
(creaking)
There you are!
What a great time!
I think I signed
a new act tonight.
- Yeah?
- Those guys are incredible!
What?
- Nothing, nothing.
- What?
- Nothing!
- Aw, do you think if we
ignored our therapist's advice
that would put a smile
back on your face?
- Nah.
Kind of tired all of a sudden.
I'm glad you had a
good time though, okay?
(engine starts)
(peaceful acoustic music)
- Hi.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry I ignored
you last night.
- Well, you didn't
exactly ignore me.
You forgot I was there.
That's all right, it's okay.
I had a good time anyway.
- This isn't gonna
work, is it, Vinnie?
I was deluding
myself into thinking
I could actually give it up.
It makes me sad.
- Why?
One of the reasons I love you is
because you're self-reliant.
Because you act
on your instincts,
every day, ten times
a day, and you win!
That's nothing to apologize for.
- Yeah, except when you
have to hang it all up
and then you're left alone.
That scares me.
I mean, we shouldn't
allow ourselves to be led
by the fire in our guts.
- But I understand the pump
you get from your work.
And to walk away from
it or alter it just
because it interferes
with something else
that might be good is
not an easy thing to do.
- No.
- It would be a monumental
mistake if I quit my job
or if you sold your company.
You know why?
Because we wouldn't be doing
it because we wanted to,
but just to prove a point.
- Well, like last night, I
loved talking to that band.
I wasn't even thinking about it!
It was like this
involuntary reflex.
Just felt great.
- Yeah, I could see that.
Yeah, who knows if we'd
even like each other
if all we did was sit around
and drink margaritas all day.
- I love that edge
you've got, Vinnie.
I needed it so much
when I was widowed.
Off balance.
I don't wanna lose that.
- We've got
friendship, remember?
That's not going anywhere.
- What?
- You know, all my life,
my best friends
were guys named Nick
with great turnaround
jump shots,
and now all of a
sudden it's you.
How the hell did that happen?
- Vinnie.
(noisy kissing)
I'm gonna miss the sex.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(inhales)
What the hell?
What are friends for?
(laughing)
(heartfelt orchestral music)
- Take care of this.
You might wanna give
it back to me one day.
Okay, bye.
(roaring)
(birds sing)
(50's doowop music)
- Hi!
- Hi.
- You won the costume contest
last night, didn't you?
- Yeah, I guess I did.
- Congratulations.
- Yeah, thanks.
Hey, come here.
Wanna dance?
("Wiseguy" by Mike Post)
(exciting orchestral music)