All language subtitles for Miami4x (18)

[Woman Chattering]

[Chattering]

You get the feeling
we've staked this crib before?

[Sighs]
Yeah. Or down the street
or on the next block or somethin'.

I don't know. Why?

That's what I'm sayin'.
They all look the same.
[Scoffs]

You'd think that one of these
nouveau riche loadies would
have brains enough...

to hole out in some split-level job
with a two-car garage once in a while.

You're losin' it, Rico.
You know that?

[People Chattering]

That's why you're so successful.
I've been fortunate.

Ah. Talented.

Well-endowed with talent.

[Chuckles]
What?

It's an eccentricity of mine.

I don't like to be pawed at
at cocktail parties.

[Man]
Frank.

You're always welcome, man.

I'll bet.

[Yawns]

You're tired.
Oh, yes.

I'm tired of twiddling my—

[No Audible Dialogue]

Gina, this is Frank—
Mosca.

Yes, I've read about you
in the papers.
Oh. Really?

What the hell is he doing there?

Frank, this is Gina—
Troyano.

Gina Troyano.
Troyano.

Is that the Troyano family
of, uh, Tuscany or Palermo?

[Chuckles]
Try South Philly.

South Philly. Oh.
[Laughs]

I have an uncle who has a, uh,
cheesesteak shop in South Philly.

On, uh, Broad and Pine.

Oh, yeah. I know that place.
You know that— Yeah.

On a date. It was, um,
"Hold the onions."
[Laughing]

- Otherwise—
- Otherwise, smother it.

She's, uh, an interior designer, Frank.

- Very hot. Very, uh—
- I can see that.

You know, I just, uh—
I just bought a house.

Maybe sometime
you could come by and, uh,

show me your interior design.

That would be fine.
[Laughs]

I made a little rhyme.
[Laughing]

Would you like that?
We'll see.

Okay, good.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
Likewise.

Willy. We'll talk.

A charming guy,
that friend of yours.

Oh, it's... business.

He's investing my windfall profits
in some legitimate shelters.

It's... complicated.
[Chuckles]

Whether the spaghetti factory's
making a profit or not,

it's pretty clear Cook's real money
is coming from drugs and not pasta.

Can you prove it?

The only thing I can prove
is that he's a major lech.

Only way he's gonna put out
is if I do.

And I'd rather chew glass.

However, I found a bigger fish to fry—
Frank Mosca.

He wants me
to redecorate his house.

What's he doing back here
in Miami?
Cook let something slip.

Sounds like Mosca's laundering
his dirty money for him.

So you heard about Mosca. Good.

I may have a way of taking this guy
down so hard this time,
it'll make his head spin.

- I've already established contact with him.
- This guy's a little crazy.

- Wait a minute, Sonny.
- He already knows you.
How are we gonna get around that?

Gina. Cultivate the relationship.

You've established a cover.
Use it.

I want you two guys to, uh,
work out the Cook angle.

Lean on him. That's it.

[Willy]
Why don't I call my accountant?

He knows everything
down to the—
He knows... W-2's.

I know what's happening.

Now, we had a deal, right?

You had a half a million dollars a month
that you wanted cleaned. Am I correct?
Right.

Then you were gonna tell Mr. Roth
that you no longer needed his services.
Am I correct?

Right.
Now I'm waiting two weeks
for your check to clear in my account.

Why is this, Willy?

[Mumbling]
He said he'd kill me, Frank.
He said what?

He said he'd kill me.

[Laughing]

Look, I was tryin'
to stall him, you know?

I'm not backin' out
of our deal, Frank.

Did he tell you how he was
gonna kill you, Willy?

Huh?
Frank.

Give me your keys.
My keys. What for?

[Snaps Fingers]

[Keys Jangling]
[Clears Throat]

This the key to the factory, Willy?
Hmm?
Yep.

Collateral.

I'll expect some cash flow
coming my way by the end
of the business day, okay?

Because the guy is psychotic,
cold-blooded, sadistic, and, uh—

That's all there is good
to say about him.

Sonny. I know what Frank Mosca
did to your friend.

Believe me, I really do appreciate
your concern.

But I can handle it.

[Phone Beeping]
I can handle him.

[Line Ringing]

[Man] Hello.
Yeah. Gina Troyano for, uh,
Frank Mosca.

[Mosca]
Hello.
Frank.

Hi.
Hi.

Yeah. I just checked my machine.
How'd you get my number?

I got it from Cook.

I hope you don't mind
me calling.
Of course not.

[Motor Whirring]
So, um, how are ya?

Oh, not bad.
Not bad, you know,

for a guy who just moved into, uh
12 empty rooms...

and doesn't have a pot to—
uh, a place to sit.

Ex-wife get all the furniture?
[Laughs]

Yeah. And I got all the good looks.

Nah. Nothin' like that.
I just, uh—

I move around a lot.
You know how it is.

Yeah, I know.

So, you want some, uh,
decorating advice, or what?

Yeah, sure,
if you're free tonight.

I can make myself be.

Terrific.

Well, how about, uh,
you come take a look,

and then maybe we could, uh,
have a little dinner?

What do you say?
9:00 and a bottle
of dago red, right?

[Laughs]
Yeah.

Anything you want, baby.

So, how about 7:00, 7:30?
Is that all right for you?

Yeah, sure.
Okay, good.

I'll, uh, give you the address.

[Crockett]
I don't know, Mr. Cook.

Maybe we oughta get a busload
of government agencies down here...

to find out what's goin' on around here
besides pasta fagioli.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

Well, I'm talkin' about how much money
the pasta business generates...

as opposed to the drug business.

And launderin' the money
through Frank Mosca.

You got a warrant?

We don't need one.
Not yet.

You see, if we don't get Mosca,
we're gonna take you.

What do you want?

Now then, we'd like contracts,
receipts, bank records—
It'll take a little time.

Take your time, Mr. Cook.
No rush.

Yeah. Tomorrow afternoon's fine.

So, we agree the, uh,
Santa Fe look has been done.

To death.
Boss.

How about, uh, Memphis style?

Memphis? What do you mean,
like Elvis Presley?

[Laughing]
No.

Okay, how about art deco, huh?

Art deco?
Yeah.

Art deco, art "schmeco."
I don't like that.

I don't want anything old in my house.
I want new things.

Mmm.
Tell you what.
Forget about it.

Maybe I'll keep it just the way it is.

What do I need? Right?
I need a phone and a bed.

So you want minimalism.

Minimalism. Yeah.
Yeah, that's what I want.

Oh, there's a problem there.
Why?

I charge extra for that.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah?

[Both Laughing]

I like you, Troyano.

So, what is it with, uh—
with you and Cook?

Wilson?

Nothing.

No?
He's okay.

You think he's okay?

He's not okay.
He's a pig.

Well, he's always been
very nice to me.

Hmm. Yeah.

Why?

I was just wondering.
I mean, uh—

It's not any of my business, but—

I would like to see you.

And?

And I don't share.

Hi, guys.

[Tubbs]
How you doin'?
[Crockett] Hey, Gina.

How'd your, uh, date go?

Date? That supposed to be funny?

- Gina, come on.
- No. You come on, Sonny.

We work undercover here.
That's what you do. That's what I do.

That's what I'm gonna do.

If Mosca makes her,
she's history.

Hey, man. Gina's a cop.
It's not your call.

Now come on.
Time's up for Cook.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Crockett.

[Footsteps Approaching]

It's Cook.

[Crockett]
Definitely not al dente.

We've gathered certain things
from our wiretap in Cleveland.

But clearly, RICO,
the Racketeering Influence
and Corrupt Organization—

I'm aware of the statute.

Then you're also aware that you could
wrap dead fish in the old indictments,
Lieutenant.

Which is, of course, why we're here.

We need to coordinate
an inside man with you.

We have an inside man.
She's very capable.

We're all after the same thing here.
I'd like to get him up on charges again,

and the government just needs enough
to put some federal weight behind it.

Any state and local charges
just serve to sharpen the blade.

I just don't want to have to worry
about what the left hand is doing.
Fine.

How about the left hand
stays out of your way...

as long as there's
an open exchange of information?

Only if you guarantee me
there'll be no movement on Mosca
will I share what I'm getting.

You got it.

♪♪ [Humming]

[Knocking]

Who is it?
It's me—Sonny.

Sonny.

Nice evening wear.
[Chuckles]

You gonna critique
my, uh, evening dress,
or are you gonna come in?

Thank you.

[Clears Throat]

So. How are you?

I'm good.

[Sighs]

Gina, it's about this Mosca thing.

[Exhales]

It's not that I don't believe in you
as a cop.

You know that, don't you?

I know that, Sonny.

Would you give me a hand
with this... clip?

Sure.

I just don't want you to do, uh,
anything reckless.

You hear me?

Well, thank you,
Mr. Level-headed.

[Laughs]

Okay, Sonny.

I do appreciate your concern,
as a cop.

Well, I'm— I'm just sorry. L—

I never meant to doubt your abilities.

You better not have,

or else I woulda
broken your thumbs.

I gotta go to work.
You be careful.

So, Frank, you want me
at the wheel tonight?

Frank, you want me
at the wheel tonight, or what?

Did you check out
those things for me?
Everything checked out.

The College of Art and Design.
Matter of fact, she's up for this, uh,

"alumni of the year" award.

- Alumna.
- Whatever.

She's quite a work of art
herself, huh?

Yeah, she's very nice, Frank.

It's also nice we don't have to worry
about the competition no more.

Who? Cook?
Yeah.

[Chattering]

♪♪ [Violins: Romantic]

[Maître 'd]
Buona sera. Buona sera.

[Mosca]
Are you okay?

[Chattering]

Vinnie, Anthony,
this is Gina Troyano.

Good friend of mine.
So, what are we drinkin'?

Whatever you're buying, Frank.

Oh, whatever I'm buying, huh?
You like this guy?

So, what'll it be, huh?

A bottle of dago red or champagne?
Whatever you want.

Whatever I want? Okay.

A bottle of Dom P.

Two straws.
[Laughing]
I like that.

You like that?
Mm-hmm.

You, uh, hear the bad news
about Cook?

Yeah, yeah.
It's a shame, you know.

The random violence
in this town is—

Let's hope it never touches
any of us, right?

[Cork Pops]

A la doce vita.

[Vinnie]
Dolce vita.
Dolce vita.

[Mosca]
So, how do you feel?
[Gina] Hmm. Comfortable.

[Both Laughing]

Hey.
What?

I thought you were
a family man.

A fam— Oh, no. No.

When he said "family,"
he didn't mean, you know,

like "family" like—

mother, father, sister,
you know.

Oh.
You know what I mean?

Really?
No, really.

[Both Chuckling]

I know what we need.

What are you doing?
Ah!

Stompin' that grape yourself?
[Laughs]

No. I know the wholesaler.

Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah. Good friend of mine.

Mmm.
Part of the, um, family?

Yeah. The Delaware Moscas.

[Cork Pops]

And then there are
the Worcester Moscas.

And they're— Oh, yeah.
They're from Boston.

I got Moscas all up and down
the eastern seaboard.

[Gina Giggling]

You already know about me, right?
I mean, what I do.

No?
No.

You don't?
No.

What do you do?
[Sniffs]
Banking.

- I'm a freelance banker.
- [Laughing] Stop.

You never heard of my bank?
No.

Oh, yeah.
First National Bank of Frank.

[Both Laughing]

Yeah. I got branches all over.

Cleveland, Chicago, Philly.

And now in sunny Miami.

Impressed.
Well, it's an impressive thing.

[Laughing]

Oh, my God.
What are we gonna do?

Are we gonna do
somethin' with it, huh?
I'm gonna make it so nice.

You're gonna
make it what?
So nice.

So nice? So nice.
You gotta make me look good.

Look, I got another one
over here.
You need a painting there.

There's nothing here. Bam!
I got nothin' there.

Look. Over there
I got a chess set.

You play chess?
I never play the game.
Is it my move?

Anybody call?
Cleveland.

They said it could wait.
Cleveland? All right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

You dance, Philly girl?

Of course I dance.

♪♪ [Man Singing Ballad]
You dance pretty good
for a... banker.

Ah, thank you.

You dance pretty good
for a, uh—

What do you call it?
What do you do? I forgot.

Designer. Interior.

Interior designer.
That's right.

Yeah, that's right.
I forgot.

My mind must have wandered.

Oh, yeah? Where to?

Down your eastern seaboard.

♪♪ [Continues]

Come on.

Let's go redecorate
the bedroom.

No.
Come on.

Let's not.
Come on.
Come on.

I wanna dance some more.
No. I don't wanna dance any more.
I wanna redecorate.

Come on. Let's dance.
Okay, that's good.
I like that. I like that.

You hold back.
I like a girl who holds back.

That's good. I like that.
I'm not holdin' back.

You're not?
You're not giving in to me.
I mean—

♪♪ [Vocalizing]

♪♪ [Chorus Vocalizing]

Frank, no. Frank.

Stop.

Stop.

♪♪ [Ends]
No, Frank.

[Mosca]
What? The white ones?
I like the white ones.

You like those white ones?
I'm gonna buy all these flowers. I like 'em.

Hey, Frankie.

Musclin' into the flower biz?

Oh, yeah. I hear there's, uh,
big money in tulips.
[Chuckles]

Oh, I'm sure there is.

Not as big as in
money laundering though.

What do you think, Chase?
I wouldn't think so.

Oh, Chase wouldn't think so.

Money laundering?
Isn't that...

when some guy's got some money
that doesn't want anybody
to know that it's dirty,

and he gives it to another guy,
and that guy magically
makes it legit for a percentage?

Isn't that what that is?
Yeah. You're pretty smart.

Well—
Fifteen percent, 20%.
It adds up though.

Enough so that
if a man was angry enough
about not getting his slice,

he may be willing to, say,
off Willy Cook.

Well, I don't know anything
about this stuff, you know, because—

I'm very bad at math, you know.
Of course.

But if you ever need
any flowers or anything,

you know, just, uh,
give me a call, let me know.

For a funeral or something.
[Chuckles]

Oh, you can count on it.

You too.

Well, the thing
that bothers me a little is...

how come he was so free
with the information?

I told you.
We were half in the bag.
You both were.

I don't think he would've talked
if I was drinking Perrier.

Look, 8-to-5 he killed Cook.

It was the beginning of a war
between Mosca and Jimmy Roth.

- He's laundering money now?
- Kept talking about banks in lots of cities.

When did he tell you this?

Stay on him.

[Sighs]

What happened?

He do a number on you?

Trudy.

I can't believe what I've done.

I mean—

I should never have let it
go that far.

Oh, honey.

We all make mistakes
behind champagne.

No. It wasn't that.

I know he's bad news.

But—

There was something
about him, and—

l—

I can't explain it.

- [Crying]
- Hey. Okay.

It's like, um, forbidden fruit
or hormones or—

Hell. We're just—
We're just women, okay?

We make bad choices.
Don't you blame yourself.

You're a good person, Gina.

You just think
about what you gotta do now.

Okay?

[Sniffles]

Is your wife havin'another kid
or somethin', Chase?

No. Why?

I just thought maybe what
I'm paying you isn't enough,
you know,

to supplement
your other income.

No, no. That's not it, Frank.

Then what?

You're supposed to keep me
apprised of things.

[Clicks Tongue]

A leg up on the fence.
Remember?

So how come your boss
rousts me on the sidewalk
like a common criminal?

I don't know, Frank.

You don't know.
He don't know.

- [Whimpers]
- Who's the leak?

I can't. I don't know.

- You can't tell, or you don't know?
- For the love of God, Frank—

That's for using
the Lord's name in vain.

Mosca, there's a vice cop close to you.

Recently?

Last couple of days.

Who?
I don't know, Frank.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know
which way to go, Frank.

- I'd be dead.
- Yeah.

You got that right.

I'll be damned.

[Motor Starts]
No! No!

No!
[Gags]

[Choking]

[Rings]

Hello?
[Mosca]
Hello.

Did you get
the flowers okay?

Yeah, I got 'em.

- Thanks a lot.
- Sure. Sure.

I was gonna ask you
your dress size, but, uh—

Frank, don't.
Okay. All right.
You're right.

Uh, listen.

I, uh— I'm sorry about last night.

I acted incorrectly, and...

I'm not going to defend myself
for what I did,

because it was
a lousy thing to do.

I only did it because...

you make things happen inside of me
I can't control.

And?

And?

I'm all outta breath.
[Chuckles]

Frank, I don't know what to say.

I mean, uh—
I have to think about this.

Last night, it wasn't the way
I wanted things to go.

You know?
I know, I know, I know.

Me neither, but—

I just want to tell you I'm sorry.

And if you forgive me,

I would like to see you again.

- You mean that?
- I mean that with all my heart.

If you don't wanna see me,
I mean—

I didn't say that.
Okay. Good.

So, what are you doin'
right now?
Now?

Yeah.
Falling into a hot bath.

Oh, that's perfect.

I'll send Billy for you.

What are you lookin'
so unhappy about?

This is no good, Frank.
Can I be honest?

Go ahead. Spit it out.

I don't know if you remember.
Last night, in the limo, you, uh—

Yeah?

You were spillin' your guts
pretty good about Cook
and all this monkey business.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it.

Right now,
I'm more concerned about Roth.

I'm glad you came tonight.

I'll make it up to you.
I promise.

To the Moscas.
And the Roths.

To the memory of your father—
a giant.

And to his old friend
from Detroit.

And to clean living.

To clean money.
[Chuckles]

Gina here, is, uh,
an interior, uh, decorator.

I'm sorry. No, I'm wrong.
Interior designer.

Mmm.
I'll get in trouble
if I say that.

They're for you— the shopper.

And for my lovely lady.

[Speaking Italian]

You feelin' okay?
Yeah.

Actually, I'm tired.

[Tires Screeching]

[Chattering On Police Radio]

Damn it. I gotta go over
and see if she's all right.

Sonny, I don't think you should do it.
Gonna cause more harm than good.

She's already being attended to.

I won't blow her cover.

Let me see your report there.

[Mosca]
Chasin'ambulances now, Crockett?

I heard you were hit, Mosca,
and I was gonna come over here
and pass out cigars.

We had a little disagreement once.

Too bad it was only superficial.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, you ought to earn
your four and a quarter a week
and go roust Roth.

He's the animal
that put all this down.

- Frank, I gotta go home.
- Okay, baby. I'll take you home.

Frankie. Don't slip.

I'm sorry about all this.

It's okay.
It wasn't your fault.

You coulda jeopardized her cover.

She was down.
I wanted to make sure she was all right.

Still, it's been 10 hours.
She should've checked in by now.

Hey, look, we've all been undercover.

She probably can't
get a secure minute
away from this guy.

Nothing to do but wait.

See what you can get
out of Roth.

On Mosca?
Yeah, he oughta be happy
to flap his lips on that subject.

I'd like to come.
Excuse me.
You're welcome.

Okay. Wipe it down for prints.
Lose it in the river.

Nice work. Looked good.

Even though a couple of those shots
came pretty close.

Well, while I was at it,
I thought I should
whack at that chick cop.

Mmm. That's why you don't
get paid for your ideas, Billy.

Give me the key
to Cook's place.
All right.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Phone Rings]

Switek. O.C.B.

[Gina On Phone]
I think it was Roth
who killed Cook, not Mosca.

[Line Clicks]
[Switek]
Gina?

- Hello!
- [Mosca] Gina?

[Sighs]

Gina?

Yes, Frank.

Of course I didn't order
a hit on him.

And I didn't order a hit
on Wilson Cook either.

That's all your boy Frank can do
to generate a little heat in my life.

[Tubbs]
Why is that?

'Cause he's greedy.
He wants me out of the business.

[Scoffs]
That little heel wants
to eat off everybody's plate.

He's an ingrate.
I knew this kid's father
when he was a tadpole.

And we all know
what an upstanding guy you are.

[Scoffs]
Better yet, Detective.
I'm not so dumb.

What's savin' a cop's life worth?
Maybe we can make a deal.

It's possible.

The other side of the coin
is I'll prosecute you for conspiracy
if you hold out.

What cop?

"What cop?"

Come on, don't insult me.
What am I, an idiot?
I've done my homework.

The broad. The broad's a cop.

So, does, uh, Mosca
think she's a cop too?

"Does Mosca think
she's a cop too?"

Hey, I don't like the guy,
but that man's not an idiot either.

Mosca's made her.
[Castillo]
Where are you?

About five minutes
from the house.

♪♪ [Man Singing Rock]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Fades]

Somethin' wrong?

I'm just not feeling well.

What's wrong?

- I'm fine.
- You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

[Murmurs]

Do you mind?

What? Do I mind what?

Not kissing me.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Let's get outta here.
We've been around here too long.
Let's go for a drive or something.

I don't think that's a good idea.
We'll go for a drive.
We've been here too long.

I wanna go home.
A nice drive.
It'll make you feel better.

No, come on.
I'll whisper nice things in your ear.

I'll tell you about the Chicago Moscas,
how we're gonna take over
the Midwest seaboard.

They have an office
I can redecorate?

[Grunts]
Are you sure?
I told you!

Where's Gina?
Who? I don't know.

Let me tell you somethin', pal.
If he takes her down,

I swear to God you will do
the full ride with Mosca.

- They took off.
- Where?

I don't know!
I told you!

Rico, it's time
to turn up the heat a little bit.

You know, a guy's gotta be
real careful down here
in sunny Miami.

He could get badly burned.

All right. The factory.
Cook's spaghetti factory. All right?

Very nice, Billy.
Very nice.

You knew about me
the whole time?

No. Not until after I had you.

That's real nice, Frank.
You're a real gentleman.

Aw, come on, Philly girl.

It was pretty good anyway.
Right?

- Freeze, Mosca!
- Move away from her!

Okay.

No problem.
I was through anyway.

Get down on the floor.

You cops like that, don't you?

Move!

[Gasps]
Get him!

- Gina, you all right?
- Yeah.

♪♪ [Man Singing Rock]

Gimme the backup.
Give it to me.
Yeah.

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Continues]

Frank!

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]