Can I help you, Harry?
It's because of the moisture. I am not a night person.
Stay calm. It is not yet eleven o'clock.
You know that Cassidy? -From Philadelphia.
He rode for the Lucchese family.
Liquid merchandise. You could drink your leftovers.
The good old days.
Not seen for nine years. I thought he was dead.
Eleven o'clock. Cassidy's regular time.
Come on, guys. Go through the boxes and load them.
Harry, is that you?
I thought you were dead. -Asians?
You have to, if you're in the black road transport.
Scary: everyone has a weapon in their pocket. -Hard workers.
And even smaller than you.
Do not shoot.
Throw away your weapons.
Hands up.
The second raid in one month.
That's going the wrong way.
The merchandise and the money...
that have been confiscated mean a loss...
of just over $300,000.
And tombstones for two men.
Employees can be replaced. - So you see: a dangerous world.
You mean it. Only us celebrating knew about that transaction.
The police are not clairvoyant.
One of the four of us is as leaky as a sieve and works for the police.
It was my money so I'm not a prime suspect.
Is my tie crooked, Sid?
Despite the bullet rain could you get away.
Through a door that happened to be open.
How do you do that? -To pray.
Mr Terranova has a year and a half been imprisoned.
Apart from his criminal record, we know hardly anything from him.
You work for Patrice. You're behind it.
Does the staff want to get out of it to hold?
Just think: Patrice benefits from it. He'd wanted that for months.
And Sid too. You should suspect that. - I suspect everyone.
No, Sonny. You don't have to suspect me anymore.
If you can prove it was me and want to finish me, just give me a call.
I hope it's not a smoke screen Sydney. Inhalation kills.
What the hell?
My clothes are ready for the next.
Hold on. -You paid them.
I spoke to Sid. -That's not the point.
I did what you wanted. And more.
Not for the money, the clothes, or this gallery.
It's not about Sid, it's about us.
Everyone is hacking at me.
Patrice, Mahoney and that snake in my brother's room.
I'm fighting for my life.
Sid takes revenge.
Keep me alive. -We keep each other alive.
If I walk by one more time, wear out the carpet.
Karen Leland. -Vinnie Terranova.
I know.
Have you been working here long? -For the Municipal Ballet.
I'm trying to sponsor Mr Royce to make.
Good luck. -Are you coming to the premiere?
We're doing Giselle.
Your favorite ballet, huh? - I never skip.
I put a ticket at the register. Nice if you come.
That ballet girl?
You would almost be cultural for it become.
Sailor Computers, Mike Terranova. What can I do for you?
Agent 4587. Day code: style section, July 26.
Passwords: cellulite, thighs, hip.
Just my ex. How is it going?
McPike would only have a few making pictures. No more.
Didn't you say that? -Word by word. It went wrong?
A raid. Sonny suspects me. I want to speak to Frank.
True? -In the old Luna Park on the river.
At the roller coaster. - He comes, with great reluctance.
No cotton candy? -Why the raid?
I was on the roof shooting. No idea they would strike.
If it weren't for the two of us...
it was Sid Royce. -Why?
Sonny is crazy in New York and I'm extra suspicious.
Or the police. -How?
Overheard, or a spy. It's their territory.
That's every chip shop. those servants have no idea about espionage.
Or they want promotion. I'm stuck.
Go to Yates and find out.
I do not like him. He wants too much become mayor.
He doesn't like you either. Go to him. I'll keep an eye on Royce.
You are not silent. If Steelgrave notices...
Then he thinks I'm doing it for him. -All right then.
I'll call you.
Thank you for the nice evening. -You're welcome, Frank.
I don't want to stay for hours. Search one more time.
If it breaks, you're dead.
Stand still, like a good boy.
We're almost done.
Flat on your stomach.
Let's go.
Say hi to Sid.
Found something? -Not with him.
But Tommy is still looking. He looked into the computer.
Terranova has driver's licenses all along the east coast.
One from Virginia at an address in Quantico.
So what? Is he a marine?
I wish it was true. In Quantico, they train FBI agents.
If New York ditches you, says Carmine...
you can come to us in Miami.
Nice of Carmine. But I let me put aside by no one.
Put on some pants, Vinnie. The taxi is in front.
Where are we going?
Mike Terranova. What is it? -Uncle Mike, with Vinnie.
I have to leave. Breakfast is cancelled.
Another time, otherwise Aunt Cecilia will be angry.
Sorry. I'll call as soon as possible.
But not in the middle of the night.
Get in.
You wanted to speak to me.
Well? -You're nervous, Vincent.
Yes, a little.
According to Harry it can mean two things:
Promotion or a hole in your head.
Harry has more brains in his bulge than others in their bodies.
You never know. I can too discovered something about that raid.
That uncertainty makes your neck hairs grow standing upright.
Harry was right about that too: It's a dangerous world.
How's Quantico, Vinnie?
Quantico. A place in Virginia. -I know.
I know that. But I do not know...
what someone from New Jersey with a driver's license from Virginia.
How do you know that? -I have friends in weird places.
Not weird enough.
I was stuck because I was smuggling weed from North Carolina.
I had driver's licenses from all states.
A different one for each cop.
Choice enough. Why Quantico? -Another one was from Macon. So what?
The point is...
The point is that they train FBI agents there.
Is that behind it? -Precisely.
Give your wallet.
Give up, I'm not gonna roll you.
Do I have to die? Then it's my last request.
What's in it?
Credit cards, insurance... What is this?
Member of a private club in Washington? Here, another one.
A sports club, also in the capital. Your address:
735 K Street, North West?
But Sonny, you live in New Jersey.
There I sat for my subpoena.
Could be. But you can also have a double life.
That subpoena was for the newspaper.
Maybe Justice has you infiltrate the mafia.
Soon you will be released and we hang from a meat hook.
You look tired, Vincent. We'll take you home.
A drink? -New.
How am I supposed to gain your trust?
Commit another murder? -Want to give your life for me.
I don't do anything else. Every day again.
Tomorrow, Yates. -A quarter past seven already? Nothing for you.
Early birds catch more wind.
I already said: All that concerns the FBI...
is that that raid was our work and brought in $100,000.
You get a cookie. Now I'll tell you something:
The only thing that concerns you is that this is an FBI case.
Do I have to listen again...
how you Sonny Steelgrave to deal a death blow?
I'm pissed, Frank. Really and truly.
After all these years you believe the fairy tale even though Steelgrave can be caught.
And that it matters. -Everyone's dreams.
You want to be mayor I want to solve that case.
With microphones under Sonny's bed? Doesn't yield anything.
They wipe everything clean after every raid and we can start again.
Remember Sweeney?
Commissioner in Bayonne, until he got in our way.
Now he's a night watchman at Meadowlands.
That threat stands. -It wasn't a threat.
But if you don't stop, I'll make sure you can't even become a night watchman.
That's a threat.
Good morning, your breakfast.
Where shall I put it? -On the table.
Anything else? -New.
What are you doing? -You're being bugged.
Well no. If they see you, I'm screwed too.
I know. you are tonight just went along.
Otherwise Sonny would have smelled fuse. -A car is waiting around the corner.
No luggage. Go buy a newspaper.
I'll get you back. Yates has a snitch here.
Did he say that? -He didn't deny it.
Not now, Frank. - Soon it will be too late.
If that spy strikes again, Sonny really starts to suspect you.
I don't want to see you again in the morgue.
And if I find that spy? -Get Steelgrave, no cop.
I'm chiseled. It lasts forever to send another infiltrator.
You will never get a chance like this again. Give me a week.
Two days. -Five.
Come on, Vincent. I wait. Are you deaf?
Sorry, I'm with that sucker. I wanted scrambled eggs, not boiled eggs.
Grapefruit, not orange. Other than that it was fine.
I'll get it right away. -Never mind. We have breakfast together.
Do something about that room service. -Right away.
Come on, I want to go.
Chic crowd.
Make no mistake. I saw them chewing gum stick under their seats.
How did you like the first act? -Okay, but Giselle's dead.
Does her boyfriend have to dance solo now? -I'm not telling.
Out with the fun. There's Sid.
Brilliant evening. This is Allison, my wife.
Karen Leland, I told you about it.
I really wanted to meet you. A breathtaking performance.
Nice to hear. -I'm Vinnie Terranova.
Nice to see you, Sid. We'll probably want to be a sponsor.
Great, Mr. Royce. -A very generous sponsor.
Shall we, baby? -Nice to meet you.
Sid doesn't like me like that. But I can live with that.
Dance class on my third. I couldn't tie a shoe.
Madame Spinskaya.
stretch. You must look like a swan, not on all.
I wanted to go to all the stages in Europe.
Until I got an incurable disease.
Puberty.
My death as a dancer.
With 1.55 meters you can become a soloist. With 1.65 you can go at the back...
and with 1.70 you can look for sponsors.
You can, if Royce slips something. -Oh, you have to know your customers.
Their color sense, taste... To spawn them.
What is Sid's favorite color? -Beige.
Doesn't surprise me.
If I wanted money from you what should i know then?
My favorite color is red and that I'm broke.
You work for Steelgrave. Does it pay well?
Quite good. -He likes you.
I can imagine.
What are you actually doing?
Of everything. Pretty busy.
Too busy to eat out? Tomorrow, for example?
It's still early.
I have a busy day tomorrow.
I want to submit my proposal at Royce.
But we're going out for dinner tomorrow.
No, Sonny thinks Harry is cut as a courier.
Give a quarter of a million to that sick old man...
I am against it. Keep me informed.
Honey, we've worked enough for today.
That was about time.
Can you keep this flat from your wife?
To live in peace, Allison and I live separately.
Except for some public facilities.
My nightgown looks great on you.
I saw the color that it came from you.
What time do I have to be at the office? -By half past eleven.
Then we can eat another sandwich. -Or have lunch.
See you in the shower.
McPike called at 4 am and came very early.
So he must have an infiltrator.
Tricky, so don't take any... -I want to quit, Donald. Right now.
We can almost get Sonny. -Then do it.
Just a little while. -When?
Soon. That's why your work is so important.
My job...
That's what women get caught for. -A secret mission.
I'm the whore of the department.
you would do anything to gather sufficient evidence.
You get more from Royce than U.S.
I feel in the morning...
if I never get clean again no matter how hard I scrub.
How clean do you feel when you shoot someone up close?
There are even worse things than what you do.
Richard Abramson, white, 37. Wrote as a freelance journalist...
on Steelgrave's role as slot machine operator.
He started his car. His material leftovers fit in a shoebox.
I can't force you to go on.
I don't even ask. I only hope that you want to get Sonny so badly...
that you keep going.
Just a little while.
Marty, I know you love your son raised well...
but if he's not a gambling boss want to be, you're out of luck.
I have to hang up. My accountant looks gloomy.
Harry has been arrested. -With the money?
By servants or by silent ones? -Both.
At a roadblock.
You may remember that I have you advised against taking Harry.
Harry was ideal.
But they knew about it. Through the same tipster.
They are after you since those casinos.
They must be bugging all the rooms. -We wipe them clean every week.
There is a way to find that tipster.
You know who's leading the FBI investigation? - Frank McPike. Never seen.
I would kidnap him interrogate and get rid of.
Do you learn that at Harvard? Then the falls FBI with man and power over me.
I'm not saying we have to do it ourselves to do. Take someone from outside.
We keep a low profile. Microphones or not, we don't harm McPike.
That's unprofessional and stupid, Sid. Rather try to get Harry out.
We'll leave McPike alone.
I'm going to the lion's den. A kiss brings happiness.
Shall we dive into a closet?
You'll be fine.
I'm wearing something red. -Sid wanted beige, didn't he?
Or do you get your victims mixed together?
Royce really want to do something to McPike? -You know him.
Are you considering it? - I'd like to grow McPike.
Fuck you, Sonny.
If you take McPike, especially after that raid and after Harry...
you'll get the FBI right on your neck.
Well thought out, Vinnie. That's what I told Sid.
I am dying of health.
Take him to the laundry. See what comes out.
Or get the electrician in.
But if he does pass, should he tell his people...
that Mr. S. was behind it.
Sorry honey. Couldn't help it.
We still have a while.
Discovered something about Karen Leland? - Raise money for the ballet.
From very good family. Very posh.
Call McPike. Say Royce wants him...
Come on, I'm rattling. -And Paris Red in the sixth.
Those tubers pluck you bald. -I got a golden tip.
I always get gunk my shoes.
Do you know Grover Street?
I get lost easily, Frank.
Get in and show the way.
Daddy...
Who is your spy? -Get up or you're going under.
Luckily my suit can handle that.
Come on.
Now we ask again.
Passwords: vinegar, ribs, pepper. - Wrong thing.
Call McPike right away. Royce lets him... -Listen.
Too late, he's been kidnapped.
You have to stop while you still can. - Don't they send anyone?
I do not know. But nothing was right about Karen Leland.
Her name is Karen Malloy and she's a detective.
I thought so... -Quiet.
I know about it, Karen: You are a silent one.
You follow Royce. I have seen you.
I'm with the FBI, as an undercover agent.
Because of your ideas, Sid . has kidnapped my boss and I have to stop.
Believe me: If I worked for Sonny, you'd be dead.
Where's McPike? -I do not know.
Think, Karen. Did Sid really not say anything?
by phone, or against someone else?
Or did he say something else?
That they had to lock someone up in a warehouse or something?
A laundry.
He called: Bring him to the laundry, see what comes out.
Which laundry? It's suffocating.
Where are we going? -The harbor. Harry knows about it.
I drive. -New.
We're colleagues, Vinnie. I'm coming.
Steelgrave has plenty of time. Orphan wise, just say that name.
Which name?
Our electrician is on his way.
He has horrible devices with him.
I say that everyone suffers from this:
Death, creditors and dirty laundry. - Does Patrice have them?
Scarface and O'Banion killed each other pretty much out for those laundries.
Didn't Sonny want them too? -Shouldn't from Patrice.
Pat gave the little ones to Sonny and kept the largest for himself.
But why do you ask?
That must be yours, right? Which laundry did Patrice keep?
The big one on Decatur Street. -Thanks, Harry. See you.
Gentlemen, he just needs some let go. He doesn't have to die.
Roll up his sleeves.
Fasten to the main line.
You remain conscious.
The pain is unbearable. Or your whole body is torn to pieces.
Centimeter by centimeter.
No sales pitches. -Say what they want to know.
It wasn't intentional. We wanted to know things.
And that's why you had to sleep with Sid? -New.
I had to gain his trust and hear him out. You too?
That's something else.
We want the same and sell a part of ourselves. You too.
But that doesn't bother you.
Sex.
I am a woman and I use sex as an aid.
As a man I would be James Bond. -Did you play 007 with me too?
First yes.
OK, I admit it: It's filthy and filthy.
But I thought you would understand.
I thought it was awful.
Especially that I might be there would get used to.
That it next time would be easier.
That I had wasted so much that nothing was left.
This allows us to control the current bundle.
With that we increase the intensity...
and the pain becomes sad proportionally much larger.
Think carefully about the one you are covering.
Is he willing to do the same for you?
Fasten to the main line.
It's me, Frank.
Karen... -Here.
Come on, don't ask how you're doing.
Did you let go of something, Frank? -New.
I've never been much of a talker.
Put on your tutu, Vinnie. Look at this.
She was a silent one. That ballet thing was a cover.
The next one looking for a sponsor, goes into the elevator shaft with an arc.
Oh, you already know?
Luckily I support someone at the payroll of the municipality.
Who saw that Miss Leland was paid by the police.
Feared a fatal accident? - Those fears are justified.
Two gentlemen from Boston did a good job.
You made Vinnie black and accused him of treason.
I would apologize.
Take me...
excuse me.
Hopefully he didn't give her anything.
So you see, Vinnie:
Blood link, that culture.
Am I correct? A fake article in the newspaper?
Yates would transfer her. Wasn't that message made up?
She was supposed to go to three days ago Going to Florida with a couple of guys.
She didn't show up.