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(dramatic piano music)

(dog barking) (sirens wailing)

- You're nothing.

A joke.

You're something I scrape off my shoe.

You're not even worth killing. (grunts)

- It's a scoreless tie, 10 seconds left,

and Zachary Pele, the legend's son

is on a deadly breakaway!

- Penalty shot.

- Oh no, with the world Cup at stake!

The Nigerian goalie grows tense.

Tension turns to panic.

Oh! He scores!

- Yeah! Alright.

Awesome! - The crowd goes wild!

Ah, ah, ah! - Yeah!

(pager beeping)

- Dad, one more time.

- Sorry, Zack, I gotta go.

- Come on!

- What's the time?

- [Man] You're wearing a watch.

- The kitchen clock, look!

- Four.

- [Man] Four what?

- Five of, six of?

What the hell's the matter with you? Who cares?

(telephone ringing)

Yeah.

Hey Gus, yo, it's him.

- I know who it is.

- Yeah?

So you're here, you're not here?

What do I tell him?

Gus! You taking the call or what?

- So, Gussy.

Looks like we're having a problem here.

- [Gus] Is that so?

- Yeah.

I make phone calls that don't get returned.

I set up meetings and you don't show.

A little birdie starts telling me

I'm getting jerked around.

- I've been busy.

- [Man] Busy thinking like maybe that's this certain guy

you ain't interested in doing business with no more?

- Hey look, man, I never said nothing like that.

- What I'm saying is this.

Either we straighten out

this little misunderstanding, ASAP,

or maybe we ain't doing business no more.

Like never.

- Okay, look, I'll call you, huh?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, you'll see me. Tonight.

9:00 p.m. on the Island, at the spot.

Got it?

- Okay.

- [Man] And be there, Gussy, or it's over.

I ain't got time for this crap.

- Gus, what's the problem?

What's going down?

- I don't know, Danny.

This nigger.

I think he's doing me.

I think he's a snitch.

- Everett, get out of there!

I suppose this is code for sorry, hon,

I won't be home for dinner tonight.

- Yep.

- What is it this time?

- Same old, same old.

You really want the gory details?

- Just tell me you really have to go.

- I do.

Be home by 11.

Mmm!

Park some of this in the microwave for later.

It's really kind of terrific.

- You already sold this guy half a key, am I right?

If he's a snitch,

how come I'm here talking to you and not at the Rikers?

- 'Cause I hear stuff.

- You hear stuff? Like what?

What do you hear?

- Like the guy who steered Hatcher to me

in the first place, when I'm in the joint,

he works for the Feds.

- Says who?

- Vinny Pergola.

- Vinny? Come on.

- And he also says that anybody's got anything

to do with that schifoso, like this Hatcher,

he's a rat too.

- Vinny's a flake! You want me to believe that?

Come on, this is grapevine crap.

- Yeah, maybe so.

But even if Vinny's wrong.

- Yeah?

- My gut don't lie.

- Your gut don't lie, huh?

- [Man] All set.

- [Everett] How does it look?

- Looks good.

And I don't know you anymore.

- And neither does she.

- Let's rock and roll.

- Alright, let's go.

(dramatic piano music)

- Right after I shake his pink little hand,

I'm putting two right behind his ear.

- You're outta your mind.

- We'll see who's outta who's mind.

- Yeah? Well you see the curb?

Pull it over.

- No way.

- Hey, I'm getting outta this,

I'm not part of this.

- Come on, huh, Danny?

25 years to life for dealing,

25 years to life whacking a snitch.

What difference does it make? - Pull over!

- Hey, hey, you're part of this, Danny boy.

- It don't get much better than this folks.

Travel, intrigue, little drinks with paper umbrellas.

Testing, ein, zwei, drei.

If you can still hear me, gimme a quick,

I repeat, quick, flash of your brights.

Jerks.

I repeat, jerks.

In the event Farace does show up,

I'd appreciate it if you guys

wouldn't pull that stuff

and keep the tail loose, guys.

Very loose.

- Hey.

Hey, maybe it's you who gets whacked

if you don't shut up!

- I'm just saying talk.

You know, throw him some curves, test him out.

Know for sure before you do something stupid.

- Stupid was bringing you.

- You know, stupid is popping somebody

you don't know who he knows

and you just might end up getting popped.

That's stupid.

- Alright, look.

We go to the diner, we'll check him out.

- Alright. - We'll talk.

10 minutes though, that's it.

Here. Put this under the seat.

- Let's face it.

Creep's blowing me off again.

Okay, we give it five more minutes

and we pack it in.

Call it an...

Hold the phone.

This looks like his van.

False alarm.

Up-up-up, hold it, hold it.

They're here.

Business as usual, folks.

Three cars on the block,

Hylan Boulevard, Argo's Diner.

(dramatic music)

It looks like Gussy is in a hurry tonight, folks.

Taking a right onto Hylan.

(car horns beeping)

- Hey, whoa!

- Punks!

- Where's the signal?

- Out of range, maybe?

- Negative, thing just went dead.

- Did we lose him?

- He's still there, he's still good.

- Still proceeding east on-

(car horns beeping)

- [Driver] Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it!

- [Agent] Come on, move it!

- [Driver] Woo!

- [Agent] Come on, out the way.

- [Agent] Jerks!

- Oh. Amend that.

Taking a right on Wynat.

Yo, Gussy! What's up?

- Come on now, let's go, huh?

- You know, Gussy, it's really nice

to eat Greek every now and then,

you know what I'm saying? (laughs)

- Alright, we start systematically

doing the side streets up and down,

we'll take the north side of Hylan

and you just go on to the-

- [Agent] South, got it, got it.

- I got a bunch of not so happy people

all over my butt 'cause of you.

For two weeks now they're waiting on me for delivery.

- Like who?

Give me some names.

Maybe we've got some friends in common,

we'll have a party.

- Hey, you don't get their names

and they never hear yours.

That way they get busted and squeezed,

they got nobody to roll but me.

Which they've learned the wisdom of not doing.

Lord have mercy.

How long you been in this business, boy?

- Listen, man, what it boils down to is,

I don't know who the hell you are.

- Hey, I don't know you from a hole in the wall,

except for the fact some low life

I met in the pen vouches for you,

who I wouldn't trust with a dime.

For all I know you might be sitting here right now

with a Fed wire on, trying to bring me down.

- I ain't no snitch.

- I ain't either, you dumb bastard.

- He knows that.

You know that, right?

- Bottom line.

You handle quality merchandise

that I would like to do some major investing in.

But you ain't the only game in town.

I can go other places.

It's your ball, Gussy.

What you wanna do?

So yo, Gussy, two keys by Friday.

Time and place is your discretion, okay kid?

- Yeah. You drive, huh?

- Word's right and you ain't stepped all over

with 12 pairs of feet,

I double it the week after, alright?

- You got it.

- [Everett] Alright.

- Right.

(van horn beeping)

- [Agent] Do you see anything?

- No, no, it's just wrong.

We're gonna go back to home base now.

- Hey, we'll meet you there.

- You're some piece of work, Gussy.

Vinny Pergola, that piece of dog meat.

You're so hot to whack somebody, there's the guy.

- Turn around.

- No, man, come on.

Where we going? The beach?

Gus look, I'm tired, I wanna go home.

- Yeah, alright, come on,

right after we check out this one little thing.

Come on, turn around, hurry up, do it.

Do it!

- [Danny] Alright!

- Uno, dos, tres, if you can still hear me,

gimme a quick flash.

Gimme a long one, I don't care.

Just let me know I got contact here.

(dramatic music)

Oh, God.

I don't believe this.

Ladies and gents,

I got a confession.

Can you hear me?

- Shut the lights.

Slow down, slow down.

- Alright.

(telephone dialing)

- Who you waiting for?

- What?

Nobody.

This island's laid out like tinker toys.

It's a nightmare just trying to find the expressway.

- Try looking underneath you.

- What?

(Everett laughing)

Yeah! Yeah.

Ah, I guess I found it.

- Who you waiting for?

- Look, gimme a break. I told you.

- Who you waiting for?

- You, Gussy.

To get outta my way so I can go home.

- Gus, no!

No! (gunshots echoing)

(tires screeching)

What did you do?

- Just drive the car, will ya?

Get outta here.

- Don't tell me to get outta here!

- Slow down.

Slow down, we're gonna get a ticket.

- Ticket?

- You don't want your insurance to go up, do you?

- You're outta your mind.

(gentle jazz music)

- [Man] Wise guys.

I mean some of the worst.

Murdering, sociopathic monsters, you know?

These guys actually become

some of the biggest celebrity pigs on Earth.

You know, you get the Hollywood actors

that come in here when they're in town, nice restaurant,

and these guys, they're actually whipping out

the Instamatics, snap, snap, snap, snap.

- Imagine what would happen if Don Corleone walked in.

- Oh, he did once. Yeah.

Yeah, they've been sitting there ever since

saying, "No vinas" and waiting for the Second Coming.

God forbid anyone should do

the same kind of paparazzi crap with him.

- Carlo.

- Yes sir.

- Carlo, who is that guy?

- [Carlo] Mr. Rose.

- Find out what he wants.

- Very well, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rose, this is very embarrassing.

- No, Carlo, look, it's a phone pager,

you know, a beeper for the telephone.

You can go tell the gentleman

that one of the assistant US Attorneys

is just enjoying his night on the town, okay?

With my apology.

- I understand, Mr. Rose,

thank you, Mr. Rose.

There is no cause for concern, sir,

it is not a camera, it's a telephone pager.

The gentleman sends his apologies

and says he is an assistant US Attorney

just out for an evening on the town.

So, everyone is happy.

- Good.

Yeah, that pager story gets them every time.

(pager beeping)

I have to make a call. Excuse me.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You've gotta get out of the car's way, okay?

- Nancy, do me a favor.

- Yeah?

- Just take your car back, alright?

- I would really like to stay.

- Whatever.

(sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

- [Officer] I appreciate it, ma'am,

just stay back now please.

- Uh-huh? - You have to understand.

- Yes, can you tell us anything that you've seen?

- I saw two guys. - I saw one, I was sure.

- Yeah, thank you, that was it, huh?

- Yeah, he didn't mention-

- Hey Timmy?

Timmy, come here, talk to me.

- None of it makes any sense.

This wasn't a buy and bust,

just some shoot the breeze

to set up a meet with a big guy.

It's got nothing to do with Farace,

he's a little fish.

It's all about nailing Joey Zanni.

You know, 10 miles down the road.

I don't know.

Maybe Zanni made Hatch as a Fed, had him whacked.

- No, no, Zanni is not a stupid man, is Farace?

- Yes.

But we got nothing for sure

he was anywhere even near here tonight.

You know, backup never saw who was inside the van.

There are no witnesses to the hit,

all Everett said was, "They're here."

- They're here, so there were two guys in the van.

- Three, four, a dozen, who knows?

And basically what we got right now is nothing.

Except one name and a maybe.

- Whatever, you think it was Farace?

- I know it.

- Right. Then we seal off the Island, okay?

The ferry, the bridge.

I can get the paper on that,

you get a computer spit out

of all of his known associates, alright?

Prison buddies, family, friends, all of that.

Right? We find him, now.

- Right.

- The murder of Federal Drug Agent Everett Hatcher

on Staten island just one hour ago,

apparently the result of a drug buy gone bad.

Although a name has not been released,

I have been told by federal authorities

that a suspect has been identified.

- You stupid bastard! - Shut up.

- [Craig] We have learned that Hatcher was working

for several months in an undercover drug investigation.

- Right, listen, listen to me.

Dump the van, dump the gun,

whatever you do, don't go home.

- Wait a second.

Where you going?

- [Craig] The suspect and a statewide search is underway.

Further developments to be reported on this station.

- [Charlie] No, no. Uh-uh, uh-uh, turn it off.

Turn it off. I'm sorry. - Okay, okay.

- Hey Craig? Craig, come here.

Come on, come here.

You're my friend, I love you.

Know that, but if you ever air

that picture of Everett Hatcher

on the television again, your head's

coming off at the neck. - Give me a break!

- No, you give me a break!

Do you think maybe his wife is watching that?

No, his kid.

For God's sake.

Nancy?

Look.

It's really bad, I'm here for the duration, okay?

You just take the car,

I'll pick it up whenever, alright?

- No problem.

- No, it is a problem. Look.

God, I feel like such a jerk.

I shouldn't have let you come here.

One heck of a third date, huh?

- It's okay.

Will you call me?

- Yeah.

- Mr. Rose?

- What?

- Ken Coleford, Staten Island assistant DA.

I need someone to fill me in

so I can get the paperwork

for a trap and trace on Farace's phone by morning.

- By morning? Right.

Hey Timmy?

Timmy, get me Freddy Teigen at NYNEX.

- Also, Mr. Rose, I suppose my boss

should talk to your boss

about solving this jurisdictional problem.

- Look, a federal agent has just been murdered

during a federal investigation

and my boss is the US Attorney General.

Now, you wanna ping pong over jurisdiction,

you take your paddle and you go and play him.

- There you go, Charlie.

- Thank you. Freddy?

Hi, Charles Rose, look,

I need a trap and trace on the following number.

Area code 7-1-8-5-5-5-2-4-2-9 in 15 minutes.

Can you do that?

Thank you very much, you'll have the paper by morning.

Hey, Timmy. Where's the computer print out?

- Computer's still working on it.

- Well, meanwhile Farace's halfway to Sicily by now!

- I know this punk, and he ain't going nowhere.

- Paulie.

- You, alright?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Now maybe we'll get something done.

This is Paulie Romano, Tim Lanigan.

- Look, Gussy's still here, the Island's all he knows.

World travel to him is going to Queens.

- Well, you know the families, the addresses?

- Back of my hand.

- Fine, take some of these DEA guys,

go find the rock that this maggot's hiding under.

- It's all the same, I'll use my own guys.

- No it's not all the same!

Look, a cop is lying there

with half his head blown away

and you're gonna pull this petty feud crap on me now?

No. No, not in my lifetime, okay?

Feds, local, everybody, working hand in glove.

Do you understand me?

- Understood.

- Okay.

- Hey, Paulie?

Start with Joe Zanni.

- [Man] Well, I don't get it.

- [Man] Get what?

- [Man] Look, baby, I'm supposed to know my way around.

This John Doe movement has cost you a fortune.

Now this convention's gonna cost plenty.

- [Man] Well?

- [Man] Well, I'm stuck with two and two

and I'm a sucker if I can make four out of it.

Where do you come in?

- Pst! Hey.

- I'll have the satisfaction - Is he asleep?

- [Man] Of knowing that my money has been spent

for a worldly cause.

- Come here. - I say, I better stick

to running the paper. - Come here.

- [Man] I think maybe you better had.

- What is it?

- I'm in trouble.

- I knew it.

I knew it. The minute I saw it on TV.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, Gus, what did you do?

- I didn't know, I swear to God,

I swear to God, I just thought he was some rat snitch.

- Sh, sh, sh. You gotta get outta here.

- No kidding, I've been doing backyards

for the last hour,

it's like National Guard weekend out there.

- Sh, sh.

I mean you gotta get outta here, this house,

my brother wakes up, you're dead.

- Dolly.

Dolly, I need help, I got no place to go.

- But I, (stammers) I mean, I don't know what to do.

- Hey, Dolly.

Dolly, I come here because I need

somebody I can trust, you know?

Somebody who loves me.

Somebody I wanna love back.

- Oh, Gus, I just, I, I...

I can't.

I just...

- What's going on?

Romano.

Five o'clock in the morning,

don't nobody teach you manners?

- Gus Farace, Joe.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Where is he?

- I'm supposed to know?

- Being as he's your employee,

we thought you might have an idea.

- Let me tell you something,

unless he joined the union in the last five minutes,

he doesn't work for Zanni Plumbing and Heating, pal.

- We got reason to believe

he whacked a federal agent tonight.

- You're kidding me.

- You mind if we come in and look around?

- Yeah, I mind.

My sister's kids are sleeping upstairs,

you got a warrant?

- We'll get one.

- Good, I'll see you then.

- Gussy, what did you do?

Putz, stupid!

- So, how long you say these people are gonna be gone?

- It's a couple months that they're on vacation,

you know, they're doing Italy and France,

it's the whole nine yards.

I gotta water the plants.

- Yeah.

Because these plants, they need a lot of water, huh?

- Yeah, well, if you want 'em to grow right.

If you don't want 'em to die.

- We don't want 'em to die, do we?

- No.

- So essentially what you're telling me

is we've got zilch.

We've got no prints on the car,

we've got four garden variety magnum slugs,

no witnesses, no van, and no Farace.

- Nobody knows where he is, Charles,

and if they do, they're not talking

and I mean nobody.

Not even our snitches.

- Well, that can be taken care of like tout suite.

Howard? This is Howard Blum Esquire from my office.

The Department of J has just offered

to up the mayor's reward offer by 250 K.

- So?

Means diddly if you're not alive to collect it.

Look, Gussy's got a pretty good rep around town

for inflicting serious damage

on anyone who does him the dirty.

- And the word on the street apparently is

if you talk to the cops,

you're not a wise guy no more.

- And Farace's that important to them?

- They don't give a damn about him.

He's not a made guy with any of the families.

Just a big time wannabe, an errand boy.

- Well then so where is he?

I mean, if the mob doesn't want to help him, I,

I just don't get the impression

that this guy's got the smarts

to stay underground for very long on his own.

- Well, believe it or not,

he actually has a few friends, on the fringes anyway.

And probably a couple of markers he can call in.

- So.

So what if we turn up the heat?

- I don't know how you can make it much hotter.

You know a door on this island

that's still on its hinges?

- No, Paulie, I'm not talking about just the Island,

I'm talking about all five boroughs.

Yeah, all five crime families.

We bring everything that they've got going

to a big screeching halt.

And all they've gotta do

to get back to business as usual

is spit out Gus Farace alive.

- That work for you, Paulie?

- This is good.

This is very, very good.

- Good.

- You really think they'll give him up?

- Yes I do.

If you start interfering

with these people's cash flow,

they'd roll on their own grandmothers.

- Buongiorno, everyone.

- Hey!

(lively operatic music)

(camera whirring repeatedly)

- Alright, gentlemen.

Free to go.

- You know who I am?

- Si. Signor Zambetti.

My mama told me you popped the Lindbergh baby

and sunk the Titanic all on the same day.

Brava. The world is in your debt.

- What are you doing?

- Just taking in the air, Don Bruno.

- How long?

- I'm supposed to meet a guy.

Farase, Feroci, something, I don't know.

Look, as soon as he shows, breathing,

I'm outta here.

Ciao.

- [Officer] Come on, let's go, let's go.

- Come on, girls, move it, move it.

You move this slow, you never make any money.

Let's go, move, move.

Tell Zanni the rent went up.

Come on, come on.

Mom!

(dramatic music)

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Oh, come on, you aint got something better to do, huh?

Hey, hey, watch it, will ya? - Come on, take it easy.

- Come on, move!

Spread 'em, spread 'em!

- [Man] For no reason, they nailed Harry the Horse

and Gary at the Rag Doll.

- What?

- That's just the start.

Then they hauled off Patsy,

everybody at Sally's and Catone's,

busted the receipts, shut them down.

- I went to school with half of those guys

in that precinct.

What did I do they stab me in the back like this?

What the hell's going on?

- Gus!

- Marone a mi! Alby.

Find me Bobby Fontino.

And bring him here now.

- You got it.

Tony? Let's go.

- No, the point is I need more men.

Yes.

Yes. - Charles.

- Excuse me, Howard, I've got no time.

- You're gonna wanna make the time.

- Can I call you back? Thank you.

Howard, what is it?

- Charles.

- Jack.

What can I do for you?

- I understand you're looking for my client.

- Well, that is likely,

considering your past clientele.

Who are you representing at the moment?

- A certain member of the Farace family.

He'd like to surrender himself

before someone gets hurt.

You've got quite a state of siege going on out there.

- Well, good. Let's just-

- We'll come to you.

You, personally. Alone.

I know you and trust you

and I'm confident no accidents will occur

with you present at this transaction.

- You have my word, Jack.

How about five minutes in the parking lot

behind the building here?

- Half an hour, sidewalk out front

under all those lights, alone.

- Fine. It's your party, counselor.

- You really gonna meet Farace alone?

- Yeah, right.

(dramatic piano music)

(car horn beeping)

Who the hell are you?

- Danelo D'Arcangelo.

- Excuse me?

- Danelo.

- Shut up.

You said, you said Farace.

- Family, his cousin.

He assures me he knows nothing

of the events surrounding the death of Everett Hatcher.

- Then what's he surrendering for?

- Are you or are you not prepared at this time

to charge my client with a crime?

- We would like the opportunity

to question your client in regards-

- Is he under arrest?

- No, not at this time,

however we would like to question you.

- Danny? Let's go.

- Hey, Danny.

Danny, where is he?

- Who?

- Where's Gus?

- No idea, I haven't seen him - Just get in the car.

- In two weeks.

- Yeah? Where did that put you last Tuesday?

- What time?

- Between the hours of 9 and 11.

P.m., that's post meridiem, nighttime.

- Watching the Yankees.

- [Charlie] Oh, you're a baseball fan?

- Yeah, I'm a baseball fan.

- [Charlie] Who pitched?

- You don't believe me?

- No, I don't believe you.

- Why don't you ask my girlfriend?

I was at her house all night, 'til the a.m.,

that's almost morning.

- I think you were watching something else.

Yeah, he was there.

He was there, he's the other guy in the van.

- [Howard] Yeah?

- Yeah, he didn't pull the trigger,

just another generic, gutless punk

but he saw it, he watched it.

And he knows where Gus is.

He knows.

- There's no way you're gonna get that out of him,

Gus goes down, he goes down.

- No, he's going down regardless.

What's his sheet say?

- One conviction, assault with a deadly weapon.

Current status parole.

- Parole? - Yeah.

- Good, get ahold of his parole officer,

find out what you can.

- Done.

- And put a tail on him 24 hours a day,

if the kid's as stupid as I think he is,

he's gonna draw us a map straight to Gus.

- I got no idea where he is, Joe.

I ain't heard a word, I ain't seen him

since everything hit the fan.

- Bobby, you will.

Believe me.

Any day, any second.

Gussy got no choice 'cept to call his friends.

- He'll be calling you.

- Alby, you're doing that vulture thing again.

I told you, don't stand behind me.

Get some coffee.

- Yeah.

- Bobby, when he calls you,

you gotta do this one thing.

- [Bobby] Sure, Joe.

- You gotta give him this.

You gotta tell him I love him like a son.

You understand?

And tell him he's gotta stay away from me

and he's gotta leave the country

'cause this thing is no good.

The cops are all over the place.

They expect him to show up over here.

Not only that, they're trying to shut me down

all over town.

- I see him, Joe, I'll tell him.

- Alright? - Yes.

- You understand? - Yes.

- One other thing.

You tell the whole crew, it's all over.

They shut him out, it's a done deal.

Capisce? - Si.

- Okay.

- Where you been?

- Across the street. Watering.

- Why don't you move in with the damn plants?

- Maybe I will.

- [Joe] Yeah, take the kids with you too.

- [Bobby] Joe, I'm gonna go. Excuse me.

- [Joe] You alright?

- Yes. - Go ahead, go ahead.

- Take it easy, Bobby.

- So long, Alby.

- He's across the street.

- Who?

- Gus.

Now, I want you to use the back door.

He needs you bad. Go.

- Oh!

- Oh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, thank God, huh?

Saved my life here, huh?

- You've been here the whole time, you dog.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- I'm about to go nuts.

Not too bad, huh?

Hey. What about Danny?

Now I heard this-

- Look. On my mother.

He gave them nothing

and that's what they got, nothing.

Capital N.

- What about Joe?

He still don't know where I am?

- No, but he ain't happy.

- What does he want from me, huh? I screwed up.

- He said if I should see you,

I should give you this.

And then he said arrivederci.

- Well, that's what he says.

What do you say?

- I say if it wasn't for you watching over me

back in the joint, I'm not standing here now.

I'm maybe lying in my cell six months ago

with a hammer stuck in my skull.

- This is a fact.

- But if Joey catches me, I'm dead.

- But who's gonna tell him? Me?

- No, little sis.

- Little Dolly?

No problem.

Believe me. Believe me.

- Okay. What do you need?

- I need things.

I need the things that Dolly can't do for me, like,

first of all, go see my wife, tell her I'm okay, huh?

Meanwhile, I don't know how you're gonna do that,

they got the place staked out like it's Bank of America.

- Hey, hey, hey. I'm resourceful.

- Yeah. I know that, huh?

Hey, and do me a favor.

Get me a little coke, huh?

- No problem.

- Thank you, Bobby. Thank you.

- Hey, hey hold it, hold up what's going on?

- Look who's here.

- Joseph F. Zanni Jr, you're under arrest

for the transport of stolen merchandise,

specifically kitchen appliances across state lines.

- You guys are serious, right?

Three year old beef and you couldn't make it stick then.

- You have the right to remain silent,

should you choose to give up that right,

anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law. - Oh, Miranda me, schifoso!

- You have the right to talk to a lawyer

and have him present with you

while you're being questioned.

- Save my hand, I'll be back in an hour.

- If you cannot afford to hire a lawyer,

- Alright. Alright! - One will be appointed

to represent you free of charge.

(dramatic operatic music)

(Zambetti speaks in Italian)

- We share a problem.

An interest too, I think, in solving it.

Now, I'm led to believe

that should a certain individual be found

and delivered like some sort of parcel post,

our problem is gonna be made to disappear.

(loud rock music)

- He was a good and gentle man.

- If there's anything at all I can do, Mary Jane,

to make this easier on you, anything at all.

- Just keep talking to me. Telling me things.

What's going on, everything.

Every step of the way.

- I'm uncomfortable with this solution

because I think that this individual

has personal knowledge

of how many of us here conduct our affairs.

And this information could be used

as some sort of bargaining tool by the individual

in his dealings with the police.

- Get him.

- [Charlie] You can count on it.

- I think, therefore, that the only true way

to remove the problem is to remove the source.

And with your permission,

I'm gonna kill the bastard.

- Alive.

- Alive, I guarantee it.

- [Paulie] Send somebody out there

to get those depositions.

- Donatelli. Ah.

Oh, Zambetti.

- [Paulie] And sent contracts out on Farace

effective like right now, as I'm talking.

- Yeah, well you get back on the street

and you put out the word

that if he shows up dead,

the heat does not stop, we crank it up.

We crank it up so high.

They think business is bad now-

- Charles, Charles.

I don't think it's only about that anymore.

It's about pride.

I think they want him whacked

'cause they're sick of looking like jerks.

- They're sick of looking like jerks?

Alright, we haul in the cousin, Danny.

We sweat him into giving us Gus.

- Threaten him with what?

- We don't have enough to indict him.

- Or even bust him.

- What, you talked to his parole officer, right?

Who provided us with this very interesting information

that Danny di, whatever the punk's name is,

doesn't do his time very well.

- He's a wall climber, apparently the joint

turns him into a certified mental case.

His PO said that if we give him one whiff

he's headed for even a nanosecond in the jug,

he'll give us the moon on a plate.

- And all that it takes is

the most infinitesimal violation of his parole.

- That being what?

- Well, I don't know,

you've got the tail on him around the clock,

I was hoping you could tell me.

- I got nothing.

At home, at work, old hand's a model citizen.

Asks "May I" to use the john.

Off hours, I don't have a clue.

Shakes our tail every time, I mean, every time.

We can't bust him on just speeding, I suppose.

- [Howard] You ever pull him over and ticket him?

- How could I ticket him

when I can't even keep up with the SOB?

We clocked him doing an even 120

on a Jersey pike exit ramp.

- New Jersey?

What's he doing in New Jersey?

- I'll let you know I ever catch him.

- No, no, no, no, he can't go to New Jersey is the point.

- Just work to home, home to work.

Not so much as even a step off the Island.

- [Charlie] Conditions of his parole.

- We can actually nail him with this?

- Yes! Yes we can, with a great big hammer.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Charles.

My client's ready to make a deal.

- We're ready to listen.

- Look, it's Gus you want.

And Danny thinks he knows how to find him.

You just let him out.

- Right. He'll be Tahiti by dinner time.

Let me try a counter offer.

Either Danny D'Arcangelo is sitting down

in front of me within 48 hours

with a nonstop narration of the events

surrounding the death of Everett Hatcher,

or he's getting indicted Monday

for the murder of a federal agent,

which for your information,

now carries the death penalty regardless of state.

- You don't have enough to indict.

- 48 hours, Jack.

- They got to the kid before we could.

- Cousin?

- [Man] Danny.

- Where was he?

- His father's.

- [Zambetti] He talked, the boy?

- Not yet that I've heard.

- But he knows where Farace is?

- [Man] For sure.

- We should speak to the father.

- Hey look, man, I'm just doing my time.

- So tell me, Danny.

They say, go see your son.

They say, tell him to say nothing

about Gus to nobody.

They say, tell your son to tell only you what Gus says

then come back and tell them.

- I'm going crazy, I can't do time.

- Danny.

They took a gun and they...

They say it goes any other way than that,

you telling me about Gus,

they're gonna take that gun, they...

Danny.

- I can't handle it.

- [Father] Danny.

- Pop, I'm sorry.

- You will agree to testify

against Constabile Farace when he comes to trial,

in exchange, you will be allowed to plead guilty

to a zero to life sentence

for conspiracy to traffic cocaine.

- What kind of deal is that?

- You could do as little as five years.

- Or you could die in there, Dan,

it all depends on how favorably

we ask the judge to view you.

Oh, there's another thing, Dan.

If we catch you in a lie,

the smallest, most insignificant prevarication,

this all goes out the window

and you're up for murder one.

You know something, Dan?

- [Danny] What?

- I want you to lie to me.

Just once.

So I can tear that into a million little pieces.

Now, where the hell is Gus?

(door slamming open) (dramatic music)

Yes?

- He was here.

- Good.

Come on.

Chico. (clicks)

- What's this song and dance all about?

You got zip on me,

you got no more tricks in your bag.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

- [Charlie] Are you Dolly Belcastro?

- Yes. - Yeah?

Good, these gentlemen have a warrant

for your arrest for harboring a fugitive.

- Oh, come on, cut the crap! - You have the right

to remain silent, - What the hell are you doing?

- Anything you do say - Joe!

- Will be used against you

in a court of law. - Keep your hands off her!

- Your sister, and probably Bobby Fontino as well

have been harboring Gus Farace

in that house across the street for weeks.

- For weeks?

- For weeks. - Dolly, for weeks?

You've been with Bobby Fontino

for weeks across the street?

- I'm sorry.

- Any statements. Do you understand?

- Puttana!

- Bearing these rights in mind, do you wish

to talk to us now? - How could you do this Dolly?

This is what you and Bobby Fontino

have been up to the whole time? (speaks in Italian)

- Find Bobby Fontino.

- Alright. Come on.

- [Gus] I can't believe it, my own cousin.

- Believe it and shut up.

- You know, I'll kill that punk.

- Put your head down.

- Hey, what do you say, Bobby, huh?

We do him together, huh?

Me and you, we'll do him good.

- It ain't gonna happen, Gus, not with me.

I'm gone, outta here.

- Bobby, come on, don't talk like that.

Now, you're tied in for life.

- No, I'm dropping- - Don't even think about it!

- No, I am dropping you with Jimmy Stelatella

and then I'm taking a big hike.

- Hey, don't pull out on me now.

- No, he's a good kid,

he'll take you somewhere safe.

- Hey, you owe me.

- No, I paid.

You and your damn cousin put my ass in a sling

and now I don't know if I ever square this with Zanni.

- Oh. Hey, hey, the hell with Zanni.

- Put your head down!

They're trying to whack you!

- Who, who, the cops?

- Cops? Wake up!

Every wise guy east of the Hudson.

They got a contract out, you're on the hit parade

and they're just waiting for you to pop your head up

so they can put three straight in your eye.

And I'm not going down with you, Gus,

I swear to God I'm not.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute,

who put out the contract?

- Get down!

- Hey, Bobby, who put out the contract?

- I can't hear you!

- [Gus] Bobby. Bobby who put out the contract?

(loud music playing on car radio)

- Right there.

Yeah, right there.

- Wouldn't be jerking us around now, Dan,

just so you could get out and get a breath of fresh air?

- I got out of the van,

I stood right here and dropped the stupid gun.

- You're drifting a little, go back.

- Alright, body's coming up.

- I told you, a Ruger, .357.

That's an automatic.

What's the matter with these guys?

How'd they get to be cops anyway?

- They finished high school for one.

- You got that? - No!

Does that look like a handgun?

Try sticking that in your pocket, huh?

- [Diver] Got another one, Captain.

- Now, we got certain traditions on the Island.

- I guess.

- How you doing on air? - Five more minutes.

- Bingo!

That's the gun.

- [Diver] Gimme a bag over here.

- Got it.

- [Tim] Let's go, Danny.

- Good job, Marty.

- Alright, thanks. - Thanks!

- I need a whole print off of that.

- You got it. - Okay.

- Man, this is no good.

What, are you kidding me? I'll go crazy here.

- Come on, man, it's great, man.

There's no one to bother you down here on the docks,

the liquor cabinet's fully stocked.

And the guy, yo, the guy who owns it,

he's like really cool, man.

All I had to do was tell him

that a friend of mine named Nick had to,

you know, needed a place to crash.

- I hate the water.

- You don't go on deck,

you'll never even know you're here.

- No, I can't swim.

(Jimmy speaks in Italian)

- Come, on, what are you?

I don't believe this.

- What, man?

Gus.

Come on, Gus.

You know, without sound too, you know, weird or nothing,

I just want to say like this.

This is really cool, man, you know?

It's like you, Gus Farace and Bobby Fontino,

trusting me to set things up like this?

(speaks in Italian) That's cool, man.

That's really cool.

- I'm happy for you, Jimmy. Delirious.

- You would've freaked out Bobby Catone.

- You're hurting me, why did you bring this coat?

- Come on.

- Listen, listen to me.

He didn't have nobody, Joe, that's why I-

- Shut up.

- You're hurting me.

- Shut up and don't talk to me, ever.

Get in the car. Get in the car.

You tracked down Fontino?

- Some flea bag in Midtown,

hiding from the cops,

wants to talk, straighten it out.

- I'll straighten him out.

You tell him to be over the house tonight

or he's a dead man.

- I'll tell him, I will.

- And call Zambetti.

- Saying?

- Saying, I bet him a buck

that I whack Gus Farace before he does.

(Bobby spluttering)

- Where is he?

- I told you Joey, Brooklyn somewhere.

I don't know, I just left him there.

No!

(Bobby coughing)

- Left him with who?

- I don't know!

It got so hot I figured

if I just got him out of town,

I'd be doing everybody a favor.

- Doing everybody a favor?

You know how it looks in terms of me?

Looks like I'm the one that's been hiding him.

And after they whack him, you know what?

They're gonna come and visit me.

- You think I would've done it

if I had known how it was all gonna come down?!

- You wanna live, Bobby?

- Yes.

- Bobby, left him with who, huh?

- Jimmy Stelatella.

But I don't know where they took Gus, I swear.

- You go back to Brooklyn.

You find him.

And you pop him.

Anything after that, it's on your head.

(dramatic tense music)

(door knocking)

- Hey, you in there?

I got something for you.

Jimmy said that I should bring you some blankets.

- Put them over there.

- You Nicky?

He said your name was Nicky.

You look like Gus Farace. (laughs)

(dramatic music)

- [Paulie] Mr. Albert Carone.

- Romano, what do you want?

- You're under arrest, my friend.

- For what?

- For what? Look.

What do we have here, Alby?

What is this, huh?

- Watch the car, come on.

- Carrying a concealed weapon, Alby?

I'm very surprised.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding.

(telephone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [Gus] You my friend, Vinny?

- Gus?

- I said, you my friend?

- [Vinny] Yeah, of course.

- That's right, you are.

You're the one who sold me

the bill of goods on this nightmare.

Everett Hatcher's a snitch, huh?

And now like any good friend,

you're gonna do your level unbelievable best

to get me out of it.

- Gus, listen,

I thought that was solid information, huh?

I was only trying to warn you.

- Yeah, well, it turned out

to not be so solid, right, Vinny?

Listen. Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna find me somewhere to live.

Jimmy Stela's driving me up to your place.

Hang on a second.

Now, you make it happen.

- Yeah, Okay, okay, I'll try.

- You'll do it.

And Vinny, you rat me,

I'll know before I get there.

You'll never hear the hammer click.

- Mr. Zambetti.

He's here.

- Mr. Carboney? Carbone?

- Carbone.

- Carbone.

Well, sir.

Judging from your sheet,

we're talking in the five to 10 area easy.

- Three time loser, Al.

More likely 20 to life.

- I'm no snitch.

- You're no snitch?

You're no snitch, yet,

yeah you were a paid informant

for the Department of Justice for 10 years

yet you're no snitch.

- That was a long time ago.

- How much are we asking from ya, Al?

- I won't rat out Joey.

- We don't want Joey.

- Just give us a name, Al.

One that'll get us to Gus.

And then this gun thing?

It'll disappear.

Puff.

(Alby laughing)

- Hey.

Hey, look, look.

I'm a bad guy, I know.

I mean, I've done plentier than my share

of crappy stuff in my time.

But, I mean, the youth of today.

This Farace, I mean, I just don't know.

You know, when I'm growing up, a cop smacks you,

you just sit there taking it 'til he stops,

you don't raise your hand.

And Madonna mia, you kill a cop?

We make sure they find you the next morning.

Like in the Cagney movie, knock, knock,

the door opens, bam, this stiff comes crashing down

to your carpet with an ice pick in his ear.

There used to be, I don't know,

we used to have, you know, rules.

If you broke them or you screwed up,

there it was, it was justice.

- Times change, Al.

- Yeah.

You know.

I don't think it's ever gonna be good like before again.

- Alby.

We just want the name.

- Last time anybody saw him he's with Jimmy Stelatella.

Could I have my cigarettes now, huh?

- All gone!

Told you guys to make it snappy.

- Where is he?

- Who knows? Mars.

Packed his gear and whoosh, off with Jimmy Stelatella.

- Very nicely furnished, you got a washer, a dryer,

it's quiet, and all of five and some change a month.

I'm only a couple of miles away.

- And you're picking up the tab too, Vin.

What can I say? You're a saint.

- [Vinny] Yeah.

- Hey, these locks are no good,

a 10-year-old gets in here in two seconds.

- You know, I was gonna get to that.

- Yeah, get to it.

And after you get to it, you never come here

without calling first.

The call which you make not on your home phone.

During which you never call me anything but Nicky.

- Nicky.

- And don't give nobody this phone number,

not even Jimmy.

But you stay in touch with the kid

by calling him every day,

precisely eight o'clock at night at this payphone.

And you're gonna do this to the letter, Vin.

How come I know that?

- You know, maybe I could get you

one of those dead bolt locks or something.

Or maybe one of those police locks,

that might be good, what do you think?

(dramatic tense music)

- [Jimmy] Yo, Vin.

- Yeah, yo, yo, you're Jimmy, right?

You got the bag?

- There.

- Yeah.

(camera shutter clicking)

So, how much longer is this gonna go on, huh?

- I dunno, it's a problem, boss.

- Hey.

Who said anything about a problem, huh?

You're outta here.

Nothing personal.

- [Charlie] Vincent Francis Pergola. Pergola, whatever.

- Current address Yonkers, New York.

Cellmate of Farace's up in Green Haven.

Zip six for possession with intent to sell,

released 2-12-89.

- So now they're having a little reunion.

Gee, it's kind of heartwarming.

(telephone dialing)

This is Charles Rose, I need a authorization

for a tap on the following number in Yonkers.

- You know Mikey V, right?

Talk about weird, he knows this Pergola.

They're like brothers,

they grew up in the same house together.

- 10 years old, no place to go.

His mother, nice lady, takes me in.

It's one of those things.

- You do me the favor.

Go up to Yonkers,

have a talk with him.

(dramatic tense music)

(camera shutter clicking)

(door knocking)

- Vinny? Mikey.

- Who's that? - Mikey Vio!

- Yeah, Mikey! Hey!

What are you doing here, huh?

- I was about to see- (camera shutter clicking)

Figured I'd take the chance you're in!

Look at you. - Long time, Mikey.

Come on, come on in, huh?

- Do you still hang with any of the guys anymore?

- Nah, not since I moved up here.

You know how it is, huh?

One thing or another, you know.

- [Mikey] Not even Frankie C? Old Raymond?

- Nah. You want a beer?

- Gus?

- What, Farace?

- Yeah.

- Nah, not since that thing with the...

Yeah, with the Fed, huh?

Hey, hey, the guy who got whacked, huh?

- You gotta give him up, Vin.

- What?

- We know what I'm talking about.

- What, Farace?

- Vin, tell me no.

"I ain't giving him up, Mikey,

I'd soon as shoot you first."

Just please don't treat me like a moron.

- What, do you think I know where he is?

I don't know where he is, Mikey, I don't.

Mikey, I ever lie to you?

- Not 'til now, Vin.

- Mikey.

- I gotta take off.

- Hey, where you going?

- Back to town.

- Yeah? And what?

- I'll be telling them what you told me.

You don't know where he is.

- Mikey.

Thanks.

- Yeah. Anytime.

- This Pergola, it's possible he's this stupid?

He don't understand the seriousness of the situation?

- Maybe.

Or he's just stalling,

waiting to lead the cops to Farace.

I think maybe Mikey goes up and sees him again.

- Yes, but whatever this man's reason,

he refuses us a second time.

- You gotta set an example.

(telephone ringing)

- Yeah?

- Yeah, it's Vin. (upbeat music on telephone)

- Hey, where are you calling from?

- I'm calling you from the street.

- [Gus] What's that noise?

- Well, it's just some kids. (clicks)

- You sound funny, Vinny.

- Yeah, well, I got a kinda little cold, you know?

- [Gus] What about the merchandise?

- Well, yeah, I talked to our friend

and he says it ain't ready

so I'll bring it by to you tomorrow.

- Hey, hey, you tell that little jerk

I said today and I mean today.

I'm out and I'm going nuts here!

- Hey, there is nothing I can do about it.

- Vinny, call him.

- [Vinny] Look, I already called him three times, Gus.

- What'd you just call me?

- We got him.

- Nicky.

- [Gus] Vinny, you call him.

- Well, it ain't gonna make any difference,

'cause the stuff ain't ready.

So I'll see you tomorrow, huh?

- Vinny. Call him, Vinny!

(dead tone beeping)

- Can't tell me that I haven't been carrying my weight,

I'm a public attorney! - Charles.

Is it true?

- Yes, Mr. Farace is indeed somewhere

in the beautiful hamlet of Yonkers.

- When do we finally make his acquaintance?

- As soon as Mr. Pergola blurts the magic words

into the telephone, "Gus, I'm on my way over."

We got half a dozen unmarked cars

shooting up there right now.

Second he steps out of the door,

he's got a huge set of teeth in his butt.

- [Tim] Right.

(tense dramatic music)

(camera shutter clicking)

(door knocking)

- Vinny, it's Mikey.

- Mikey. Hey.

(gunshots echoing)

(tense music)

- Freeze! Federal agents!

- [Newsreader] Vincent Pergola, shot to death today

outside his home in Yonkers

unwittingly in full view of federal agents

who were engaged in a covert surveillance op

in the Seas at the time.

Arrested while attempting to flee the scene

was a man identified by police as Michael Anthony Vio

of Folsom Park who was taken to Westchester Hospital

and treated for a gunshot wound in the upper thigh,

apparently inflicted by Pergola before he died.

Authorities are now saying that the shooting

was a revenge slaying orchestrated by organized crime

as a symbol of the fate which awaits

any and all who would try and help or harbor

the fugitive Constabile "Gus" Farace.

Pergola, a former cellmate of Farace's

at the Green Haven Correctional Facility-

- Vinny Pergola.

Gus's number one goombah, from way back when.

And I'm supposed to believe

that it never occurred to Bobby Fontino

to take a trip to Yonkers?

Yeah right.

He knew it. And he took a hike on me.

Alb, am I wrong?

- No, you're right.

- Have you heard word one from this guy?

Alby, find him.

- You want me to talk to him?

- Yeah. You know what to say.

- [Newsreader] If so, what might have gone wrong?

- Jimmy. They know where I am, you gotta come get me.

- Gosh, I would, I could.

But believe me, I can't, not now, not this hot,

my old man even finds out I'm talking to you.

- Jimmy, listen.

I got deals set up all over town already.

And as soon as this is over, I cut you in, huh?

Just you.

And then it's you and me living in Jamaica.

Living the whole hog's life of Riley, huh?

You just gotta come get me now, huh?

- As soon as I can, Gus, I promise, just not now.

- Barbados, huh?

Barbados, just for this one little favor.

- I'll call you, alright?

I'll call, I'll give you a call, okay?

- Jimmy, don't say no to me.

Jimmy!

Jim...

(tense music)

- Hello?

- Brenda?

Gus.

- Farace?

- You got it.

- [Brenda] Geez.

- Hey, hey, you still there?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey, listen, Brenda,

I'm not gonna waste your time.

I need your help, Brenda.

Get yourself a pen,

I'm gonna give you the address.

You're gonna come pick me up and get me outta here.

I'm in trouble bad.

- So I heard.

- You know, you're the only one

I could trust with this.

You're the only one in the world

I could trust with this.

Because you're the only one

with the guts and the smarts to pull this off.

You can do it, I know you can.

What's the matter?

Hey, don't tell me you're scared

'cause I won't believe it.

- No, no. (laughs)

Give me the address.

(lively music)

- Hey, you know what?

You're pretty good.

See, you know your stuff.

I don't even recognize me.

- I do.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You're not supposed to say that.

- No, I mean, underneath, you know?

The same.

Just like in high school.

- [Gus] It kills me that you still remember.

- (laughs) Who can forget high school?

First boyfriend, first prom.

- Among other things.

- (laughs) Yeah. That too.

Yeah, I got you a good selection in there.

- Yeah.

Hey, I must've been pretty special

that you never forgot, huh?

- Never ever.

Wish you'd have called 10 years ago.

- I wish I had too.

- Hey, I got you an apartment,

nobody can never find you the rest of your life.

- Brenda. Us an apartment.

- Yeah.

You're gonna love it, it's beautiful.

- Not like I love you.

Somebody I could trust.

Somebody who wants to love me back.

- Gus!

- Nicky.

- Just a few more minutes, okay?

- Fine.

You look horrible.

- Thank you.

- Are these arrest warrants?

- Mhmm. - Ooh.

Gus Farace's wife,

his brother-in-law.

- Yes.

- Conspiracy to distribute an illegal substance.

- Pot, marijuana, hooch.

Ganja, reefer, loco weed.

- I know that, thanks.

I don't know, does anybody ever go to jail

for a charge like that?

Don't they just fine you or something?

- Yeah, mostly.

- That's gonna get Gus Farace out of hiding?

- No, not in and of itself, no.

- Then what's the point of harassing these people?

- Nancy, please, I'm trying to-

- No, what, what?

The mafia find him, he's dead.

You get him first, you put him on trial,

you find him guilty

and you sentence him to the electric chair.

What is the difference?

- There is a difference.

- [Nancy] What?

(lively dance music)

- It's too loud.

It's too loud!

(boombox clattering) (crowd gasping)

Now what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with you, huh?

- Gus, what are you talking about?

- Somebody calls the cops because it annoys them

and then whack!

- Alright, Gus.

- That's not my name.

- Nicky.

- Say it again!

- Nick!

- And what are you looking at?

You think this is funny, huh?

You having a good time?

Oh, you like it? Get outta here.

Yo, are you Italian?

- No. - Are you Italian? Get out.

You Italian?

Hey you, hey you.

Get outta here.

- Hey, he don't mean nothing by it, right?

- Get out! - He's just upset, okay?

- Let's go. Get out.

And hey, here, take your wig.

Get outta here, get out.

- You should chill out a little, Gus.

- I should chill out, Jimmy?

I should chill out? Let's go.

Why don't you say hello to your father?

Say hello to your father for me!

- You're wrong, man. You're wrong.

- Get outta here.

(dramatic music)

(telephone ringing)

(Bobby gasping)

- What'd I do, Alby? Alby.

- Bobby, take it easy.

- What'd I do?

- Just relax. Sh.

- No, Alby. No, Alby!

- It's gotta be done.

- [Bobby] No, Alby. No, Alby!

- Take a deep breath.

- No, no!

(muffled gunshot ringing) (Bobby screaming)

(Bobby sobbing)

- There's no place you can go, Bobby.

- Nasty little scratch there, Bob.

- Accident.

Had a little argument with some wise ass.

It's all over now. Forgotten.

- Mhmm.

- This argument wouldn't have anything

to do with Gus Farace?

- No.

- No?

Well we thought, well, if it did Bob,

you see, if you've gotten yourself

into some kind of jam, we thought

maybe we might be able to help you out.

- Like how?

- Like, try $280,000 in reward money for starters.

And the kind of protection that would guarantee

this sort of thing wouldn't happen again.

- I don't feel so good.

Why don't you guys come back tomorrow?

I gotta go to sleep now.

- Take it easy, Bob.

- You want something, Bobby?

- I think I know a way we can get him, Joe.

Just, you gotta please, gimme one more chance.

- [Announcer] Retreat. (television dial clicking)

- [Host] Two!

- Potential in- (television dial clicking)

- Money. - Two!

- [Newsreader] Troops at- (television dial clicking)

- Family- - You heard, eh?

Hold it- - You don't wanna see me okay?

- I'm John Walsh.

Tonight one man, without a doubt

is America's Most Wanted.

Federal agents are closing the dragnet

around Gus Farace, the prime suspect

in the assassination of undercover

Drug Enforcement Agent, Everett Hatcher.

He was paroled last summer

after spending eight years in prison

for the torture killing of a New Jersey teenager.

If you know where Farace is hiding,

call us now and you could help capture

one of America's Most Wanted.

- [Announcer] "America's Most Wanted"

will return after these messages.

The legal offices or Forrest Wilkinson Chatney

have 15 years of experience

in the field of personal injury cases.

- [Operator] "America Most Wanted",

who would you like to report?

- No, no, I was, I was just wondering,

that guy you were just talking about on the TV just now?

- [Operator] I'm sorry?

- You already know where he is, right?

- [Operator] Sir, who are you referring to?

- That's how you guys do it, right?

So that- - I'm sorry can I help you?

- By the time the show's on you can say,

Hey, we already got him, right?

- [Operator] Sir, is there some information

you would like to report?

- You know, right?

- Sir, I'm sorry- - You know. Right?

- Sir, do you have any information?

(siren wailing)

- Zambetti and Joey Zanni got everybody out

looking for Gus, and it's just a matter of time,

they're gonna find him.

- So what are you selling?

- I know you know where he is, Jimmy.

Now you tell him if he wants to live,

he's got one chance.

Seriously haul ass out of this country.

He just up and disappears.

And so do the Feds and all their hassles.

Now I got a guy that can get him bogus seaman papers,

but it's gonna cost him, though.

- Ah yeah? Well, what do you get out of it, huh?

How come you're such a righteous guy

all of a sudden?

- Do you wanna know?

I got simultaneously him, the Department of Justice

and half the wise guys in town on my back

and I want 'em off.

Man, I almost got popped because of him.

And the same could happen to you,

you're such a good friend of Gus Farace

at this date in history.

- I don't know, man, he's kinda whacked out lately,

I'll run it by him if I see him again.

- Stuff it into his brain

so he can't think of nothing else.

I got a selfish streak, Jimmy.

I wanna live past 35.

Maybe you don't give a damn.

That's up to you.

- You're my friend, Bobby?

Or you just setting me up?

- [Bobby] If you don't believe me, don't take me up on it.

- You didn't answer the question, Bob.

- [Bobby] On my mother,

everything is on the level, Gus,

we just gotta set up a meeting

with the guy who fixes the papers.

- Okay, when?

- [Bobby] When's good for you?

- Hey Bobby, I don't know if you noticed,

but I don't have much trouble with free time right now.

- Saturday night.

- [Gus] Friday.

- Okay, Friday's good,

I gotta check with the guy,

but I'm sure it's cool,

I know he needs the money bad.

About 11 o'clock?

- Okay, where?

- [Bobby] Outside the Argo's.

- What, on the Island?

What, do you think I'm crazy?

- I'm sorry, it's force of habit,

it's just, it's where we always used to meet.

- Bensonhurst.

- Bensonhurst.

- [Bobby] Sure.

- In front of your mother's house.

What's the matter, Bobby?

What's the matter, you got a problem with that?

- No, no, my mother's is fine.

- Okay, and listen, Bobby.

I'm bringing the kid with me,

Johnny Star's kid, you get my meaning?

- [Bobby] Alright, okay, so we're set, right? Okay?

- Don't do me, Bobby.

- [Bobby] Come on!

- Friday.

- [Bobby] Be there.

- Yeah. Aloha.

- Don't mess up the kid.

Break even a fingernail.

Johnny Star'll be down on your head with a mallet.

- I know what I'm doing.

(dramatic tense music)

(door knocking)

- Hi. - Jimmy! Que bella surprise.

- How are you?

- Good, you?

- [Paulie] That's his grandmother's house.

- Gussy boy, where do you think you're gonna go, huh?

- I don't know.

Need to find some place nice, you know?

Some place where there's a lot of broads.

Some place so nice you don't even wanna coke up,

you know what I mean?

- Yeah, nice.

- I hope this guy comes through.

- I think maybe it's time to let it go.

For tonight anyway.

Let's go get something to eat.

- Yeah, whatever.

Let's get outta here anyway.

- [Gus] Where is he? I don't see him.

- [Jimmy] He'll be here, chill out.

Everything's gonna go perfect.

- [Gus] If it doesn't I got this gun of yours.

Where'd you get it?

You steal it out of somebody's purse, Jimmy?

- [Jimmy] I got it for my 10th birthday,

what do you want from me, Gussy?

- [Gus] Hey, hey, don't call me Gussy.

- [Jimmy] Oh, okay, Gussy.

- [Gus] Jimmy, what is it with you, Jimmy?

- What is it with me? What is it with you?

- Geez.

- Everything's gonna be, you know, wherever you go.

Alright? You should find yourself a woman, right?

Like, immediately.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey. Right there, hey.

Yeah, it's him. It's him.

- Hey, Gus, you look good.

- Thanks, Bobby, I feel a lot better now.

This the guy?

- Yeah. Got the money?

- Hey, Bobby, what are you asking me

stupid questions for, huh?

- You took me to my mother's house, huh?

What's the matter, you don't trust me?

- That's right. I don't trust you.

- You brought the kid.

You don't trust me.

- Yeah, I just said I don't trust you, okay?

Can we get this done?

- Where you gonna go with your new passport, Gus?

- Hey Bobby, what are you trying to pull here?

(dramatic tense music)

- Gus, gun!

(gunfire echoing)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic piano music)

(telephone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [Paulie] We lost.

- Paulie?

- [Paulie] They whacked Gus Farace

a couple hours ago in Bensonhurst.

- He's dead?

- [Paulie] Doornail.

Charles?

- Yes?

- [Paulie] It's over.

(telephone clattering) (glass breaking)

(siren wailing)

- Who was it? Zanni or Zambetti?

- Who cares? Ted, he's dead.

- Get me Freddy Teigen at NYNEX ASAP, please.

- Charles. Charles, what are you you doing?

- My job, what are you doing?

What are you, you're standing around.

Get the lab on this car, alright?

Hey, Fred? Hey, Charles Rose.

Look, I need trap and trace taps

on the following numbers, okay?

Paperwork to come.

Yeah, I'll wait.

- [Officer] Sir, could you move it back, please?

- Oh, you think this is funny?

Yeah, you're gonna be up for the next three days.

Starting now. Come on, let's move.

Move it!

Yeah, first number.

(dramatic piano music)