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(midtempo instrumental music)

- [Narrator] Previously on Wiseguy.

- She's dyin', Anthony.

There's an outside chance that a liver transplant

can save her life.

- Well then do it.

- I don't have the money.

$1,250,000.

I need to know where you got it.

- Roger LoCocco.

- That is a donation for your research facility.

The liver's taken.

Your mother's out of the woods.

- This marriage has been killing me.

I want you out of the house when I get home.

- I'm a homeless person, Vince.

My wife had a epiphany.

During the transplant surgery, a divine vision came upon her

and whispered vanquish the philistine.

- What are you talkin' about?

- I'm talkin' about the tunnel of white light.

That near-death, out-of-body experience

when a person goes to the edge of the hereafter

and comes back with a hole in their head.

Oh Vinnie, my wife threw me outta the house.

I need a place to stay for a couple days.

- Yeah, I could use the company.

You want a beer or somethin'?

- Here, let me get it.

- So how's your son dealin' with it?

- Oh, I can't believe how mature he is.

Think he understands stress and recovery better than I do.

- Do me a favor, will ya?

There's a bottle of prescription pills in the nightstand.

Bedroom to the left.

- Thanks.

- Ah, he told me all this'd blow over

as soon as his mother's body

forgot it was somebody else's liver.

(pills clatter)

Vinnie, what are these?

- They're just painkillers.

- I haven't been with another woman for nearly 20 years.

One, a moment of weakness.

I had a stable marriage.

It might've been stale, but it was stable.

And then all of a sudden, outta the blue,

or the white aura, this deity reaches out

and transforms my wife into this pious Tinkerbell

who's babbling about the flowering of the universe

and her eternal light.

I don't know why they gave her a new liver,

a Tennessee Williams id.

- When people have major operations,

sometimes they come out of it a little disoriented.

- Vince.

I wanna be angry.

I wanna be depressed,

but she is so caught up in the wonder of life

when she told me to pack my bags,

it was like she was doin' me a favor.

We are on this blessed pilgrimage, Frank.

I got her blessed pilgrimage.

I got a mortgage payment, two autos,

none of which I can afford,

and now I'm supposed to spring for a furnished apartment.

I wanna strangle her, but she's so radiant in her new life.

I feel guilty for being rejected.

What?

- It's nice knowin'

I'm not the only one that feels that way.

You know, I took a beatin' from a baseball bat,

got run down by a cab in a space of a couple of weeks.

Then you pulled me off that case--

- Vinnie.

- No, I'm not lookin' for an argument, Frank,

I just.

I felt so excluded.

I felt like I'd been disposed of.

- Vince, I didn't know.

- You did the right thing.

I couldn't work, and I still can't.

But Frank, I'm tellin' ya,

I've been in this house day after day goin' out of my mind.

Feel so rejected and useless.

I'm gettin' fat. (groans)

I gotta hit the sack.

Nah, I can manage. - Yeah?

- I can manage.

- How long is this gonna last?

- Oh, I don't know, months maybe.

- What did the doctors say?

- They all say the same things.

Torn ligaments and bone spurs in the Achilles tendon.

- My wife had a liver transplant,

she recovered faster than this.

- What, do you think I'm enjoyin' this?

- I did not say that.

- Mm, I'm just fed up with the whole thing.

24 hours a day, you're in excruciating pain,

it's like hot knives bein' dug into your ankle.

You naggin' me about it's just gonna make it worse.

- I'm not naggin' ya, I'm concerned.

- God, I'm sorry.

It just makes me short tempered, excuse me.

You can sleep in my old room, the bed's made.

Just gonna have to move some boxes outta the way.

Should be some towels in the hall closet.

- It's only for the short term, Vince.

An OCB undercover operative and his regional director

rooming together isn't very good for your cover.

- Okay.

Goodnight, Frank.

- Night, Vince.

(playful electronic music)

(Vincent sighs)

Vinnie.

Did I wake ya?

- No.

I don't sleep through the night anymore anyway.

What is that?

- Oh, it's another one of my wife's revelations.

She decided my son shouldn't interact with the television,

so she was gonna throw it out.

Drake asked me to hold it for safe keeping.

- What time is it?

- I don't know.

3 a.m.?

- And you're playin' video games?

- [Frank] Mm-hm.

- I think she might've been right about that one, Frank.

- Maybe.

But I'm havin' a good time, you wanna try it?

- Yeah, what the hell.

(playful electronic music)

Damn it.

(pills clatter)

- Vinnie how many of these things are you takin'?

- Don't mother me, Frank.

- I'm not motherin' ya.

You're a healthy 30-year-old man,

you shouldn't be in this much pain.

- Don't you think I know that?

I had all kinds of injuries

when I was playin' ball in school,

nothin' ever hurt like this.

All I get from the doctors are x-rays

and dime-store advice, stay off of it.

- Maybe you've been seein' the wrong doctors.

- They all got the same degrees.

- Listen, I know an orthopedic surgeon that--

- Frank, I said no.

(crutches clatter) (Vincent sighs)

(door thuds)

(playful electronic music)

Frank, you seen my pills?

- They're in here, Vince.

- Good morning, Vince.

Up at the crack of noon.

- Director Beckstead.

- About time you called me Paul.

(birds chirp)

- What's goin' on here, Frank?

- Sit down, Vince.

(crutches clatter)

Your last full physical was after the Steelgrave case.

You're two years overdue for your next one.

- I don't need a physical.

Besides the leg, I'm healthy as a horse.

- You're not healthy, Vinnie.

You're living like an invalid.

You and Frank are the best team at OCB.

Because of the strength of your abilities,

the nature of the job, and the virtues of your characters,

you've been given concessions that other agents don't get.

But skating by your physical can't be one of them.

- I don't want a physical.

I don't wanna see any more doctors.

I'm not going through that crap anymore.

- Fine.

- What's that?

- Open it.

- [Vincent] What the hell is this?

- Your retirement watch.

It's the way we cashier all the jackasses out of the agency.

- Well, maybe you oughta keep it.

- There's no dispensation on this, Vince.

You wanna stay in the game,

you gotta go for the full workup.

We booked you into a private facility

the agency uses from time to time.

There's a car waiting outside.

Now do you want the work or the watch?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Daryl] I never failed my duty.

My failure was being patient

with career avarice, underlings.

- Mm-hm, I see.

- [Daryl] Undercover operatives succeed

because they are accomplished at the art of betrayal.

And having ensnared their quarry,

they have no compunction about turning on their masters.

- Do you really believe

it had nothing to do with those phone calls?

- I was director of the OCB.

Its pressures were unrelenting.

My hobby was a harmless diffusion of tension.

- You think it's harmless?

To call women you don't know and discuss sexual intimacy?

- Well where's the harm?

They could always hang up.

- Some of those women felt terrorized.

- I was stimulating consciousness from a safe distance.

I gave them an opportunity

to discover their relationship to society.

And for that, I was banished to the dead records room.

And that fool Beckstead takes my place. (chuckles)

- Let's try to segregate your hobby from your job

as the OCB director, shall we?

Earlier, you were discussing your relationships

to your subordinates.

- There were Judases who thrived on duplicity.

No respect for procedure, for chain of command,

for the institution.

They brought blue jeans and leather into hallowed halls.

They accused me of being homosexual.

- [Woman] Whitecoat in the unit.

- I have an emergency I need to attend to.

Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute.

(suspenseful music)

(keys click)

- Classified my foot.

Access is power.

Remember the numbers.

Reason for hospital stay, hmm.

Physically violent.

Psychotic.

Potentially dangerous. (chuckles)

Uh, commit for 48-hour observation.

Hm.

- Shall we get started?

I can't find any evidence of injury, so.

Either you're a liar, or you may have nerve damage.

- I am not a liar.

- Good, then you won't mind if I try a little something.

- All right, go ahead.

Ah!

- How's that feel?

Try standing on it.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

(Vincent laughs)

- Wow, that's great, what did you do?

- Oh, a muscle or a bone

was putting pressure on a nerve down there.

I took the pressure off.

Lucky call on my part.

- You're in for a routine physical

and a follow up on an ankle injury, correct?

- That's right.

Look look, my foot's almost good as new.

Look at this, it's like I went to Lord's or somethin'.

- Why don't you just have a seat, Mr. Terranova.

- Whitecoat in the unit. - No, no, that's okay.

I'm feelin' great!

- It would be much better if you just had a seat.

- All right.

Patrick's gonna take you back to the unit now,

Mr. Terranova.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what unit?

- Let's go easy, now.

- No, no, I'm not going with you.

Hey! - I said let's go!

(punch thuds)

(suspenseful music)

Get out!

(Vincent groans)

(kick thuds) (files clatter)

(Vincent groans)

(kick thuds)

- Get off!

- Okay, easy.

(Vincent groans)

(Vincent pants)

Okay, let's take him down to the unit.

- [Vincent] Oh my god.

(haunting music)

- [Sonny] Vinnie.

Vinnie.

Over here, Vinnie.

Over here.

Down here.

Yeah.

That's it, down here, Vinnie.

Vinnie, hey Vinnie.

Over here.

Hey Vinnie.

(Vincent screams)

- [Patrick] Good morning.

- I wanna see a doctor.

- [Patrick] He'll be around.

- I don't wanna eat.

- Now, you wanna be a healthy little maniac, don't you?

- I don't wanna eat!

I want the doctor.

Now get that away from me, I wanna see the doctor!

- You gotta eat.

- You eat it!

Get me the doctor, I don't wanna eat!

Get away from me!

- Now we gotta clean this mess up.

- Good morning, Mr. Terranova.

- Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Hasburg.

I'm the staff psychiatrist.

- Thank god.

Doc, I don't belong here.

- Well, it's better than prison.

You'll acclimate in time.

You'll become more comfortable, believe me.

Now, you have to eat.

- I don't wanna eat.

I came in here for a physical!

Why don't you listen to me?

- Now, now, now.

You'll get nowhere by being hostile, Mr. Terranova.

- Hostile?

Look what you're doin' to me!

I came in for a physical, you bastards are torturin' me!

- You need your nutrition-- - Get away!

(Vincent groans)

(groans) Call my Uncle Mike!

He's in my file!

- That's twice.

- You go to hell!

(suspenseful music)

No, no, no!

No, no, no! (sobs)

I'm a federal agent!

Stop, I'm a federal agent, ah! (sobs)

(electronic warbling)

- Hey, Vinnie!

Look what you did to me, man!

(tires screech) (haunting music)

(door thuds)

(Vincent sighs)

- [Priest] Yes, my son.

Do you want to make a confession, is it?

Uh, when was the last time you made a confession?

- Come on, Vinnie, confess.

Come on, confess!

- I have nothing to confess.

- Just do it, and let's get outta here.

I got a bad feeling about this place.

- I didn't do anything!

- Make something up!

You can't get outta here until yo confess.

- Yeah Vinnie, go ahead, make something up,

you're good at that.

Give 'em Five hail Mary's and 10 Our Fathers,

and while you're at it, stick this up your--

(robe tears)

Don't worry about it, Vinnie, go ahead, take it.

I got a closet full of 'em.

Mm.

Maggie, this bulb's gettin' weak.

You wanna make sure you get it replaced?

- [Maggie] Yes, Mr. Steelgrave.

- So, Vinnie, talk to me.

- Turn that thing off.

- Talk to him, will ya?

They don't let you outta here until you talk to them.

- Who's side are you on?

- What kind of guy make his brother choose sides?

- You shut up and turn that thing off!

(gun fires)

(Vincent sighs)

I'm a federal agent.

- Of course you are.

- I'm a federal agent.

(door thuds)

(eerie electronic music)

- This is Sonny Steelgrave.

One of the most powerful and flamboyant mobsters

of the East Coast, Director McDonald wants him taken down.

Think you're man enough to handle it, Agent Terranova?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I don't think you can.

I think you're immature, undisciplined,

and totally lacking in the respect for procedure

necessary to accomplish such a mission.

What time is it?

(donkey brays)

(Daryl laughs)

Terranova!

Terranova!

(menacing electronic music)

- How you gonna remember this, Vinnie?

How you gonna remember me, pal?

You've been lyin' for years, it's the truth.

My legal operations pay more taxes

than half the major corporations in this country.

Hey, I loved you, man.

(ball taps)

Good ol' Vinnie, a cinch and a pinch.

You robbed me, man.

Ah, I was gonna have children,

I was gonna get married.

Mm, nothin' left of me now, just swamp gas.

No Steelgraves to carry on the name.

You took that from me, Vinnie.

- No Son. - Mm-hm.

- You took that from yourself.

- What are you drinkin', pal?

- I want you outta my life.

- You betrayed me.

Now you gotta carry that around with you.

Forever.

(Sonny sighs)

We had a big future.

Now I'm just the knot in the pit of your stomach

that keeps your equilibrium outta whack.

I'm your sleepless nights, Vinnie.

Yeah sure, you keep tellin' yourself it's the leg,

it's givin' you insomnia.

Who you foolin'?

It's me.

It's what you did to me that gnaws at your soul.

We had a good time, eh pal?

Eh?

Mm, cock of the boardwalk

and the crown prince of Atlantic City!

Mm-mm!

You were the juice for the neon lights.

(eerie electronic music)

You loved it, Vinny.

(midtempo instrumental music)

You never turned down the best flesh money can buy.

Smooth, throbbin' heat wrapped around you so tight.

You're grinnin' so wide, you could count your teeth.

Give in to it, Vinnie, that's it.

Give in to it, hey.

Go ahead, pal.

Not for nothin', Vinnie, but you can't escape.

So you know what?

You might as well dance.

You know you want it.

That's it, Vinnie.

- I can't breathe.

- What?

- I can't breathe.

- Eh Vinnie, can't breathe?

Eh, eh?

What?

What, can't breathe, oh good, good.

Good, 'cause this is the tab for your lies,

the haunting of your soul bought with a badge.

You're cursed, you're cursed to carry me in your black heart

for life, death, purgatory!

Right up to the gates of salvation, boy!

Do you hear me, Terranova?

Do you hear me?

- Do you hear me, Mr. Terranova?

Mr. Terranova, Mr. Terranova?

Don't you think a little sun would be nice?

(patients murmur)

- How does it feel to be restrained by convention?

I am glad you got to feel the true experience. (chuckles)

I was sensitive to your needs, wasn't I?

Why couldn't you be sensitive to mine?

I took my job home with me.

Responsibilities are incriminations?

Maybe you're havin' too good of a time here.

(keys click)

Reason for stay, physical.

- How's the smear, dude?

Uh-oh, you're fighting your therapy.

Dr. H is not going to like this, no sir.

No sir.

Vincent Terranova.

- Who are you?

- Oh sorry.

Taylor's the name.

I'm sort of the, um, unit's official greeter.

- Are you a doctor?

- (laughs) Uh, no, no.

I'm just like you, Jim, a crazy person.

- I'm not crazy.

- Me neither. (chuckles)

But I've been in the unit long enough now,

they pay me to do things.

Fix electrical sockets and stuff.

I was an engineer.

R and D at Boeing.

- What is this place?

- I don't know how successful you were on the outside,

but you've made it to the top of the psycho world.

It's the big leagues.

You know, we've got some very successful people here.

A college professor, and economist,

one, two, count 'em, two lawyers.

(object clatters) (man screams)

- What was that?

- (laughs) Mr. Heminowksy.

He's probably ducked his lithium again.

We got so many psychotics in here,

when the drugs kick in like just right,

it sounds like a calliope.

Ee-ee, ah-ah, ooh-ooh, tookie tookie.

- Hey, Taylor.

Come here.

Do me a favor, will ya?

Can you loosen these up a little bit for me?

Please?

- Catch ya later, dude.

- Good morning, Mr. Terranova.

- Dr. Hasburg.

I don't belong in here.

- It took six men to subdue you.

- Ow.

Just let me make one lousy phone call.

- Patients are allowed to receive phone calls

between 4p.m. and 5p.m. on a first-come, first-served basis.

Let's see if we can keep your strength up, shall we?

- No wait a minute!

Call my Uncle Mike for me, please?

555-4958, please!

Damn it!

- Now you be a good boy, eh?

- Get away from me! (groans)

- We've got to eat!

- You son of a bitch!

- That's thrice.

(punch thuds)

(Vincent groans)

- No, no! (groans)

Oh!

(Sonny speaks in foreign language)

- Vincenzo, don't play with your food.

Vincent Michael Terranova, eat your food.

- Don't do that!

- You remember all those times you were late for dinner

because you were bamboo bats over Linda Mazzoriti?

- Shut up!

- Be a good boy.

- I said don't do that!

- Come on.

(gun fires)

(dishes clatter)

(gun clicks)

- You're really gonna like this game, Vincent.

(priest speaks in foreign language)

Come on, tough guy.

It's the only way I'm gonna let you outta here.

- This is stupid, I'm not gonna do it.

- You're a front runner, Vinnie.

You only take chances when the cards are in your favor.

Now it takes a guy like me to do the truly classic--

- No! (gun fires)

(kettle whistles)

- You know, I haven't lived alone in a long time.

I gotta find stuff for the kitchen, decorate the walls,

everything.

- Ah, it's an adjustment, Frank.

Just like everything else.

- Mm, I'm on a budget.

I can't a place close to human habitation

or anything even resembling it.

I mean, you look at the prices of these places,

the OCB oughta be going after the landlords.

- I probably shouldn't do this.

I have the feeling you make a lousy tenant.

- What?

- My grandmother left me a place

down Little Silver, New Jersey.

Big old Victorian, so we converted it into a quadraplex.

I'll give you a deal on one of the units,

you watch the place.

- You just might've saved my life.

- We'll see.

- Thanks.

I gotta be going.

- Hey Frank.

How's Vinnie doing with his physical?

- I haven't heard from him since yesterday.

If anything's wrong, I'm sure I would've heard.

- Yeah, I guess.

Thanks, uncle.

(patients murmur)

- You're back just in time.

I've got somethin' to show you.

(Vincent thuds)

The show's about to begin.

(suspenseful music)

(Vincent groans)

That is your future if you mess with me.

- Your first two days with us

haven't been exactly exemplary, Mr. Terranova.

I'm hoping we can uh, we can get off to a fresh start, hm?

- Have you seen my file?

- I glanced through it, yes.

- Is it classified?

- All patient files are classified.

- I am a federal agent.

I am, that's gotta be in there somewhere.

- No, it isn't.

- Well just.

Did you call my Uncle Mike?

- I've already explained to you our policy on phone calls,

now what we've got to do,

is we've got to talk about you.

- (chuckles) I don't belong here.

- You're gonna have to get past this denial

if we're gonna help you.

- I'm not!

I'm not denying.

- You got a problem with hostility, Mr. Terranova.

(Vincent laughs)

- You can't, you can't.

You guys are incredible.

- This is hostility.

- You won't listen to me!

You patronize me, you strap me in this chair!

You pump me full of drugs

and have your goons kick me around.

Why shouldn't I be hostile?

- Well, you're getting it out, that's good.

- Gettin' it out. (laughs)

Look at you.

Look at you sittin' there, suckin' on your pipe

admirin' your cowboy boots,

while you're denyin' my basic rights as a human being.

You made no effort to confirm your beliefs

that I'm not a federal agent.

You think I'm crazy.

Don't you?

I don't know why.

For whatever reason, it's in your files wrong.

But it's in there, and it's all you care about.

Ah.

Let us worship the database altar.

And woe unto us when those in the blasphemies

of hostility and denial.

- And to overcome your problems,

we're gonna have to confront them.

I know this is hard for you to accept,

but the reason I'm here is to help.

(Vincent laughs)

- Well.

The only reason you're here

is because you couldn't get a real job.

No, let's not kid each other.

I would like to go back to my room now, please.

- Mr. Terranova's ready to go back to his room.

- Ooh, come on.

Here's your opportunity.

You are being so cooperative today.

Guess the drugs finally kicked in, huh?

Too bad.

I was lookin' forward to a little bit of fun.

(Vincent groans)

(rail clatters)

(door thuds)

- First things first, Patrick.

Then I'll deal with you.

(electronic warbling)

Hey Sonny.

- I'm busy kid.

Wait for me in the lobby.

- Come here.

- Come on, come on, come on, lay off the suit.

What's the matter with you, man?

What's the problem?

- You're the problem.

- Me? - Yeah.

- Me?

Who gave you a Porsche, eh?

Who let you live in this casino penthouse, eh?

Who put your brother on the payroll?

- He gave me a job.

- Gave him a job, my right hand.

Personal absolver.

- Direct line to forgiveness.

And the pay is great, Vinnie.

- You can get him to take his collar off,

we could have some fun.

- Pete's dead.

You're dead.

- Ooh, Vinnie, I'm not dead.

I live here.

And here, and here, and here. - Ooh!

- Come here, come on.

Come on, you (speaks in foreign language).

(Vincent laughs) What?

- Not interested, Sonny.

I'm through fightin' with you.

- After what you did to me?

Come on.

- I've been all through that already.

It just doesn't wash anymore.

You were a user, Sonny.

You were a manipulative, self-centered little autocrat

with a comic book personality.

- I took care of you, man.

- Nah, you used me.

You used everybody.

- For this, I use.

Society's built by users of people.

Without us you've got caves and loincloths.

- Mr. Altruistic.

- Yeah, a visionary.

- Yeah, but Sonny.

You only see yourself.

This, this isn't society.

(objects clatter)

It's just your ego out of control.

You're a user of people, Sonny.

A smooth smile to go along with the silk suit.

A cheap veneer with a high-gloss finish.

But you strip that away,

you're nothin' but a scared little man.

- You wanna see fear, Vinnie?

Look in the mirror.

- Nah, you're confusing conscience with cowardice.

What I was, was guilty of buyin' into your act.

But the ride's over.

- I helped your mother.

He helped me, Vincent.

- You always knew the right buttons to push,

didn't you, Sonny?

But you're outta here.

- Outta here?

I live here.

- Your lease is up, Sonny.

You're dead.

- You killed me.

- You killed yourself.

You were a suicide.

You weren't man enough to face up to your own actions.

You were the one that was scared.

Man, that's it, isn't it?

- What, what?

- The guilt, Sonny.

You know what I was guilty of?

I was guilty of admiring a man

who would rather take his own life than face up to it.

Not for nothin', Sonny, but you were a major disappointment.

- Don't do this to me, Vinnie.

- You're doin' it to yourself, Sonny, just like always.

- Let me go with some class.

- You go with what you got.

- We were brothers once, you and me, remember?

Lemme go and with just a little class.

- No.

(doors thud)

- Where's Vinnie Terranova?

- Who are you?

- I am a very angry man with a lot of power,

now where is he?

- You'll have to see Dr. Hasburg.

- Where is he?

- He's in a session in there.

But you can't just!

- Hey, how about you give it a rest, sports shoes?

- I am in the middle of a session, here.

You can't barge in.

- Frank!

- Daryl.

You know, I really shouldn't be surprised.

I want Vinnie Terranova.

- Who are you?

- You know, I'm really gettin' tired of this.

- Lookin' awfully good, Frank.

- Daryl, you're responsible for this, aren't you?

- Who me?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- You need a warrant--

- I don't need a warrant, you yahoo.

Now you get me Vinnie Terranova

or I'm gonna charge you with kidnapping a federal officer,

now let's go.

- Still the master of the bureaucracy, aren't you, Daryl?

- Still the master.

- Patrick?

Come with me, quickly.

- [Frank] What the hell did you idiots do?

You get him loose.

- Hey, Frank.

- Are you all right?

- I can't believe the lengths you gotta go through

to get rid of a roommate.

- Well at least you still got a sense of humor.

Let he help you.

- Nah, nah, I'm all right, I'm okay.

I'm a little weak, I'm not an invalid.

- You'll have to be released in a wheelchair,

that's hospital policy.

Now I'm awfully sorry about this misunderstanding.

(punch thuds)

Aw!

- Patrick.

Stupid buffoon.

- [Patient] Look at that, look at that, look at that.

- You are under arrest for assaulting a federal officer.

Verbal and physical harassment.

If you think you got trouble with me,

wait till my partner gets a piece of you.

(patients laugh and chatter)

- I'm sorry about this, Vince.

- It's all right, Frank, it worked out.

But don't think that means you don't owe me.

You owe me big.

- You owe a guy named Taylor.

If he wouldn't have called Uncle Mike,

I don't know what woulda happened.

(Patrick groans)

(midtempo orchestral music)

- [Taylor] Ee-ee, ah-ah, ooh-ooh, tookie tookie.

(midtempo instrumental music)