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[crowd chattering]

- And now Mahoney sends in a guy

to watch Patrice's guy.

- That sounds like the makings of a war.

- Don't you profit from the way I conduct business?

- My blessing is your business.

- The problem is, Vinnie, we've never had a guy

in this deep before.

- Now, I want him just as bad as you do,

but I will not lie under oath.

- [Technician] Do you work for Sonny Steelgrave?

- [Vinnie] [clears throat] Yes.

- You don't work for me, huh?

You got some surprise I don't know about?

[upbeat orchestral theme music]

[dramatic music]

- [Anthony] The murder of David Steelgrave has left the

Atlantic City mob in a precarious situation.

We intend to take advantage of that.

- Do you intend to indict on the Malhouse Amendment?

- Yes.

- Come on, Tony, this doesn't look good.

It's Grand Central here.

- We work in this office, O'Brien,

you want good looks, go down to the beach

and check out the bikinis.

[crew chuckles]

- This week, you're chasing jabrones.

When you running for governor?

- Of course I wanna be governor.

- No kidding.

- I'm an ambitious guy.

But that's not the agenda.

- Hey, a tomato pie!

- Come here, Angelo.

This is who we're working for.

- Where'd you get this shill?

- The average Joe who's being strangled,

overt or insidious, know it or not,

by the tentacles of organized crime in this state.

- Vinnie!

- Angelo works hard for very little money.

Out of every dollar he makes, nearly 15 cents

ends up in the hands of the mob.

- 15 cents?

- When are you gonna bring out the guy

on the crutches and heal him?

- [Anthony] Period.

- Yo, Terranova, what you doing,

putting on lipstick?

- All right, already, I'm coming.

- The grand jury hands down indictments,

I expect convictions.

- [O'Brien] The casinos are under a 24 hour microscope--

- Yeah, yeah!

- Mob controlled goods and services run right up

to the edge of casinos, they don't need to go in

and skim, the money comes out to them

in the form of vending contract, pension programs.

And they use the most draconian methods.

- Huh?

- He means like Dracula.

- Men like Patrice and Mahoney sit across

their respective rivers and suck our state dry,

using Sonny Steelgrave as a straw.

[Sonny spits]

- You mezzamook.

This is where you think.

I'm not for sucking on by nobody.

- [O'Brien] Sonny Steelgrave is the focus

of your investigation?

- He's the biggest bum in New Jersey.

- You calabres geek.

[TV smashes]

- Always get a radio.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- [Man on phone] Sonny Steelgrave in?

- Yeah, who is it?

- [Man on phone] Tell him Paul Patrice is on the line.

- Just a minute.

Sonny.

- What?

- [Vinnie] Paul Patrice.

- Paul.

- [Paul] You see Serrera?

- Yeah, I just heard him.

The guy's a creep.

- [Paul] We gotta talk.

Tonight, Sonny.

- Tonight?

We're roasting Chickie tonight.

He's got the Big C.

- [Paul] What's he doing about it?

- [Sonny] Retiring to Florida.

- [Paul] You're gonna have to be a little late.

- I don't wanna be a little late.

- [Paul] I want you to be a little late.

It's important, Sonny.

- Yeah, okay.

- What's a matter, Sonny, you all right?

- Load up.

We're gonna meet Pat the Cat Patrice.

[gentle music]

[dramatic music]

- Sonny, I gotta stop for gas, all right?

I'm gonna go get a coffee.

- Stay here.

- Hey, whoa, Sonny, I think we're being followed.

- Of course we're being followed,

this is Patrice we're dealing with.

Know what's going on here?

I'm being measured.

Like for a bigger chair at the table.

Or a box.

- Well, if it's gonna be a box,

you better make it a doublewide.

[upbeat music]

[phone ringing]

- Sailor Hardware.

- Agent 4587.

Day code, Style section.

Seven, seven, ident procedure, fortunate, muffler, juice.

- You sound tense, Vinnie.

- Yeah, I'm heading north on the turnpike

for a meet with Pat the Cat Patrice

at some lanes in Sayreville, but I don't know the name.

- We'll locate.

What do you think, man?

You need some cover?

- I got company.

- [Daniel] Vinnie!

[fist punches] - Oh!

- Here, I got this from Goofy.

His pal Blueloo's right behind us.

[laughs]

Here, take the wheel.

[dramatic music]

- [Goon] Oh!

[car crunches]

[tires squeal]

[tires squeal]

- Good evening, boys.

What's the status?

- Steelgrave and one of his thugs

are going into the bowling alley.

- Mr. Patrice would like to see you alone.

- Then Mr. Patrice can come to my house.

- Is that him?

- Yep.

You know why we meet here?

- No.

- Any place smaller won't hold his ego.

- [Paul] Sonny.

- Pat.

- [Paul] You look good, Sonny.

Standing up to the pressure.

- [Sonny] [clears throat] Pat, this is Vinnie Terranova.

Vinnie, Mr. Patrice.

- Mr. Patrice.

- Vinnie.

This is Simonetti.

What will you do about Greco?

- He's like swamp gas.

- See these bags?

How puffy?

- If those are bags, they must be Fendi.

- I love this guy.

Nothing worries him.

I don't sleep at night.

I don't sleep, it keeps Simonetti up.

Which keeps Ferragamo and Sweeney up.

Pretty soon, everybody's got bags.

- I get the picture.

An epidemic of insomnia.

Am I a doctor, or what?

- I'm up worrying about my investment

in Steelgraves Properties.

- We ever miss a dividend?

- Your brother's never been dead before.

Greco is gone, or worse, he's off squawking

to the Justice Department.

You're under attack from the state Attorney General.

- Yeah, I can't catch a break.

- This is not a joke!

- Then what is it?

Don't you profit from the way I conduct business?

- My blessing is your business.

This man Vinnie, I never saw him before in my life.

But you bring him to my private business.

- [Sonny] He's a good man.

- Your business is so screwed up by events

that at your right hand, there's new blood.

This isn't a personal thing, Vincenzo.

I have no ill feeling for you.

You really carry black tie well.

I don't even mind you drove one of my cars

in a ditch and smashed my man's head into a truck.

- He was tailgating.

- What can I do to help you sleep

that won't keep me awake at night?

- Let me recommend men to shore up your soft spots.

Executives.

To help you recover from the setbacks.

A management team.

- How many?

- Four men, like an advisory board.

[ominous music]

- I want you to shoot me right between the eyes.

- Sonny.

- Please.

I can die like a man.

I'm not gonna let you castrate me.

Please.

Kill me.

[gun cocks]

[dramatic music]

- I have this accountant.

Strictly a numbers guy.

Went to Harvard Business School, Sid Royce.

He's okay.

Please, Sonny, you need the help.

- He do heavy work?

- He's an accountant!

Sonny, he ever killed anybody, they died of a headache.

Please, Sonny, help me sleep at night.

I've got 30 mill tied up in this Steelgrave business.

- Sure.

- Not bad, kid.

Not bad.

[Sonny laughing and coughing]

- He was tailgating. [laughing]

- So what?

- So nobody, nobody, especially new guys,

talk to Patrice like that.

Know how Pat the Cat got his nickname?

- No.

- He was 14, he and some friends got together

and decided to put cigarettes out on their arms,

and hold their hands over matches, you know,

macho, I can take it, kind of stuff.

- Yeah.

- They decided the ultimate test of who's toughest

was to stick a cat down their underwear.

- Go on, get outta here.

- Yeah. [laughing]

So they go out and get this old alley cat,

had claws like a steak knife.

They started passing him around,

nobody can get it past their belt lines.

So they finally pass it to Paulie.

Paulie was always a little nuts, you know?

Oh my God, he takes this cat [laughing]

by now it's a bit agitated, he takes it by the head,

he yells and shoves it down his pants.

The cat caught his attention real quick.

So much so, that he couldn't stand up straight

[laughing] to get it out!

- Yeah, but wait a minute, what happened to the,

oh, never mind.

- The cat?

Yeah, well, gasoline and a match.

Sucker ran and screamed 'til it was toast.

- [Woman] Morning, Mr. Steelgrave.

- Call Vinnie, tell him I want him up here

in his work clothes.

- Yes sir, Mr. Steelgrave?

There's a man using your brother's office.

- What the?

Put that down!

Oh, come on, get outta here, get out, out!

Out, out!

- Ah, Mr. Steelgrave, some coffee?

I'm Sid Royce, and I must say it's a pleasure

to meet a true entrepreneur.

Mm-hmm, very impressed.

I am very impressed by what you've done.

Pardon me a second.

Please wait outside.

[chuckles] You know there probably aren't, oh,

a hundred men on earth that know tax code

like I do, yes?

But I wish I had your, your talent for building

an empire.

I'm a virtuoso manager, but without men like you,

what, indeed what, would we manage?

This is your brother Dave who died, yes?

If it doesn't disturb you, I'd like to keep this

on my desk as a, as a reminder of excellence, mm?

- Welcome aboard, Sid.

- Thanks.

- Settle in, we'll go over things.

- Excellent.

- I've just been fondled by the Invisible Man.

- Yeah?

So why aren't you smiling?

Where we going?

- Got a surprise for you.

[forklift whirring]

- [Vinnie] Hey, Sonny.

- I told you you'd get Greco's action.

Hey, Tookie!

This is a legit operation.

Tookie knows it inside out, he's got a problem,

he comes to you, you got a problem, you come to me.

This is where Greco took advantage of me.

- You know I won't.

- Tookie, Vinnie's the new dock boss.

- You're Terranova?

- Yeah.

- Your Uncle Mike's been calling.

- That deadbeat.

- You two guys get along.

Can I get a day off from this?

- [Vinnie] Who's that, Patrice?

- That's the great white himself, No Money Mahoney.

Patrice has got a guy here, he wants one here, too.

- Hey, but you gonna let him?

- He's my goomba.

- Sonny.

- Don't start with me, mac.

- Got to, Sonny.

You let New York put a guy in here.

- Keeps things smooth.

- Hey, Philadelphia's got interest here, too.

You, you're one of us.

But the Cat?

We gotta have a guy here, too.

- Who?

- Best dock guy I got.

He could be my eyes without Patrice

feeling like he's working a bent joint.

Hey, Hunch, outta the car.

My man, Harry Schanstra.

What do you say I drop a few coin at your place?

- How ya doing, Harry, I'm Vinnie Terranova.

- Call me Hunch.

- All right, Hunch.

Now listen, I got some family problems to take care of,

is it all right if Tookie looks after you?

- I can take care of myself, you little bastard.

[cane thwacks]

- Ow!

[phone rings]

- Morning, Sailor Hardware.

- It's Agent 4587, day code, Style section,

seven, eight, ident procedure, even, elevator, garbanzo.

- Vinnie, my wayward boy.

- Hey, Uncle Mike phone calls from you really throw me.

What's the crisis?

- [Daniel] McPike wants to see you, ASAP.

- Why?

- If I knew why, I wouldn't be the Lifeguard,

I'd be the Director.

The question is when, the answer is now.

- Where?

- It's McPike, how can you ask?

[dogs barking]

- What do you want, Frank?

- I want an update, Vinnie.

- Is that what this is about?

- It ain't a beer with the boys.

- Frank, this is dangerous.

- [Frank] You spent the other evening

with Paul Patrice.

- Yeah, so, who told you?

- There is a Terranova Marine open for business

on the waterfront, and all I'm getting

is your engagement calendar.

- [Vinnie] So what's the problem?

- The problem is, Vinnie, we've never had a guy

in this deep before.

- This isn't gonna be another one of your lectures

about the corruption of money, is it, Frank?

- I am to be kept informed.

- Yeah, well, information isn't that easy to come by.

Now, they don't leave files laying around

marked incriminating evidence.

Your Special Prosecutor, Serrera,

he's got 'em circling the wagons,

it's a lot harder to get at the goods.

- Maybe he'll get the job done.

- Yeah, and maybe he blows it at my expense.

- You are right next to Patrice, Steelgrave

and Mahoney.

Now how come all the cage rattling's being done

by Serrera?

- Frank, I've read all the books, there's no

identity crisis here.

My problem is trying to keep these guys at ease,

when Serrera's got 'em hooked up to the electrical outlets.

Hey Frank, do us both a favor, will ya?

Tell him to keep it to himself

until he's got indictments, because otherwise

he's just grandstanding.

- All right, I talk to Serrera, you talk to me, Vinnie.

Big meetings going on?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Sonny's vulnerable.

Patrice knows it, so he sent in a guy to help out.

So now Mahoney sends in a guy to watch Patrice's guy.

- That sounds like the makings of a war.

- Yeah, it's real dicey.

So what I need from you is a profile on a guy

by the name of Harry The Hunchback Schanstra--

- Wait a sec.

- Recently of the Philadelphia docks,

and Sidney David Royce.

Now, Patrice claims this guy's an accountant,

but I think he's a cobra.

Oh and here, I got this off of one of Patrice's thugs.

All right?

- All right, what a second.

- What?

- This is where we meet from now on.

Anything else?

- Well yeah, one more thing.

- Hmm?

- You know, you're standing in puppy poop.

[dogs barking]

[phones ringing]

- Mr. Steelgrave.

Mr. Royce wants to see you.

[Sonny humming]

- What, are we in the school lunch business now?

- Interesting idea.

We do have a problem, though.

A Mr. Randellino.

- [Sonny] Eh?

- Charles Randellino.

I believe some people call him Choo-choo or something.

- Chuke.

What's the problem.?

- What exactly are his duties?

- Keeps me on top of street gossip,

gets me espresso, tells me dirty jokes.

- Court jester, hm?

He's a cocaine addict, I've let him go.

- Let him go where?

- Well now, I told him there was very little

chance of allowing him to stay here.

Since he was supplying some of the secretaries,

who are also gone.

- This guy's been with me over 10 years.

How'd you find out what I didn't know?

- I've instituted a company drug testing program.

- You what?

- It'll go down well in mainstream business,

and be a potential defense ploy against any

prosecution charges in related areas.

Patrice has been very successful keeping a clean house

with this program.

- Patrice?

- Mm-hmm.

[Charles sniffs]

- [Charles] I'm sorry, captain.

- Don't say it, Chuke.

You're breaking our heart, you know that?

- I'll try and stop.

- Not good enough.

It's 10 grand there, should last you about six months,

come back clean, we'll talk.

- I'm sorry.

- Get out.

[gentle music]

Gimme some good news.

[keyboard clacking]

[keyboard clacking]

Maggie, what's with the computer?

- [Maggie on intercom] Mr. Royce changed the access codes.

- Mr. Royce?

Mr. Royce.

Mr. Royce.

[fist smacks] - Oh!

- My name is Steelgrave.

It's on the door, it's on the foundation.

It'll be the last word outta your mouth

if you change a thing in my business without asking first.

You're here to protect Patrice's interests,

you do that.

You put your claws on my interests again,

and I'll personally crush your skull.

Mm-hmm?

[door slams]

- Yeah, time to send the long shot to Serrera.

A gift from Sonny.

[Frank whistling]

- Hold it.

- Hold it?

Since when does a pizza carry more weight

than a federal badge?

- Hello, Mr. Serrera?

- Yeah, back here, Angelo.

New delivery boy, Angelo?

- No, sir, he's a G-man.

Boom! [laughs]

- Uh, Mr. Serrera, my name is Frank McPike,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

You're making Sonny Steelgrave a very nervous man.

- Thanks.

You wanna slice?

- No thanks, stuff'll kill you.

I was wondering if we could work together on this.

- How?

- Exchange ideas, information.

- [Anthony] Like what?

- I think it's wiser to keep a low profile

'til after the indictments.

- I don't mind ticking these guys off,

I don't think it puts me in jeopardy.

- Yes, sir, but you're not the only one.

- You got somebody on the inside, don't you?

[phone rings]

Hello.

[dramatic music]

- What is it?

- They know her mother's name.

They know the trailer court she lives in

in Clearwater, Florida.

- What is it, what's her name?

- [Anthony] He said he'd cut out her heart.

- I got a scramble on 1340.

Give me a name and address.

- She's 80 years old.

- [Reporter] At the top of the news tonight,

Special Prosecutor Anthony Serrera finds himself

surrounded by bodyguards, following death threats.

Serrera has been spearheading an investigation

into Steelgrave Industries.

- Hey, hey, kid, look at this.

- [Reporter] We're live at the offices

of Special Prosecutor--

- Not gonna hit me again, are ya?

- I'm a friend, I'm too twisted not to have enemies.

- This guy's got enemies.

- I received a phone call last night,

threatening my life and the lives of the people I love.

I will not be cowed by these threats.

The investigation into links between mobsters

like Paul Patrice and state-sanctioned businesses

controlled by Sonny Steelgrave will continue

for as long as it takes to bring these people

to justice.

[TV crashes]

- I'm gonna kill that son of a--

- Sh!

How'd you last this long with such a big mouth?

- Someone's putting the screws to me, Hunch.

It's Patrice, or it's Mahoney.

If it's Mahoney, you got problems!

Now, look at me straight and tell me it ain't you.

- I was shootin' craps with your old man

the day you was born.

I heard the doc smack your rump.

Which I've considered myself.

- Hey, come on.

- Tookie can take care of business here.

I need help with Serrera.

- What, Sonny, what, you want him dusted?

- What, are you getting stupid on me, too?

I need information.

See what's on the streets, find Chuke.

Maybe he knows what's happening.

[drill buzzes]

- Hey, Frank.

Hey, did you bring that puppy home?

- Yeah, yeah.

This a sentimental visit?

- Nah, Serrera got a phone call.

- Yeah, I know, I was there, the guy turned to chalk.

You should be keeping an eye on our number one suspect.

- Hey, Sonny is the last guy to hit Serrera.

- Oh, yeah?

Then we got trouble.

- [Vinnie] What, couldn't you trace it?

- Yeah, computer spit out a phone booth

on Vintner Avenue.

Cold as a fish.

- Well, I wanna check it out myself.

- 1223 1/2 Vintner, unless you're expecting to find

vibrations, you're wasting your time.

- Hey, Frank?

- [Frank] Mm?

- Thanks.

- For what?

- For believing me when I said Sonny isn't hitting Serrera.

- Who said I believed you?

[gentle music]

[ominous music]

- Hey, Chuke.

Chuke!

I'm sorry, Sonny, but, uh, you know, with my record,

I can't afford to be dealing with the cops.

Especially when the guy's got a nose full of coke.

He'd been dead about an hour.

- Forget it, man.

Chuke knew what he was dealing with.

When I found him, he was a drunk.

Guess I paid him enough money to afford him

a deadlier addiction.

- Want me to go up with you?

- Royce is a gentleman, this is his Ivy League club,

what do you think, he's gonna beat me to death

with snot?

- All right.

Gimme a slice, will ya?

- [Sonny] I'm meeting with Mr. Royce.

- Yes.

That will be a private dining room.

Please follow me.

- [Worker] Here ya go.

- Thanks a lot.

- [Worker] Thanks a lot.

[crowd chattering]

- [Reporter] Serrera, Serrera.

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

- Sonny!

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[ominous music]

- [Reporter] Special Prosecutor Anthony Serrera

was the target today of an assassination attempt.

The sniper seriously wounded one of Serrera's

assistants, but the Special Prosecutor himself

was unhurt.

Arrested at the scene were alleged underworld boss

Sonny Steelgrave along with a reputed Steelgrave

soldier, Vincent Terranova.

- Thought you might like some water.

[water splashes]

Look at that, I tripped.

I'll get you some more.

- Oh, I don't think so.

Get out.

Get out!

And you put yourself on report.

You got me?

- [Officer] Yes sir.

- Talk to me.

What do you wanna hear, Frank?

Sonny didn't do it.

- Then who?

- Patrice, probably.

Sid Royce--

- Sid Royce?

Sid Royce, MBA Harvard, 1973, this guy is a leader

in the financial community.

Council on Economic Advisors, International Committee

on Loan Redlining, this is not an easy gun to pin down.

- If you let them charge Sonny,

I'm gonna have to take the stand as a federal agent

and eyewitness.

Now, I want him just as bad as you do,

but I will not lie under oath.

- I respect your morality!

- All right.

What about Harry?

- The hunchback?

- [Vinnie] Yeah.

- Oh, this sweetheart has been in the biz

since he was 10 years old.

There are guys in South Philadelphia

who call him The Professor.

He is roughly the mob equivalent of a historian.

- Well, what about the gun?

- You forget about the gun.

We are this close from being made.

I am having to throw around federal weight

to release the very guy that we're trying to pin down.

- But Frank, what we're trying to do is bring down

the structure, if you just want this one guy,

you can pick him up tomorrow.

- [Frank] Right.

- All right, so what's the problem?

[knocking at door]

What?

[officer whispering softly]

We've got a curve ball.

- What?

- Sonny made a deal for bail.

All you gotta do is pass a polygraph.

Since your whole cover's a lie,

the machine's gonna bust you.

- Great.

[needles scratching]

- Is your name Vinnie Terranova?

- [Vinnie] Yes.

- Are you 30 years old?

- [Vinnie] Yes.

- [Technician] Do you work for Sonny Steelgrave?

- [clears throat] Yes.

- Look what I get from my lawyers!

You don't work for me, huh?

You got some surprise I don't know about?

- Wait a minute, Sonny, now slow down.

I lied on half of those questions,

I was scared to death.

- Whatya gotta lie about?

- Well, Sonny, you don't fill me in

on everything, you know, I think you got

good reason to wanna take out Serrera,

so I was afraid they was gonna be asking me about that.

You don't believe me?

Look, look, look, go ahead and look.

- Get outta here.

- I bit half my mouth off trying to,

trying to screw up that machine.

- I don't need to look in your mouth.

I'm being set up, stepped on, and rolled over.

- Yeah, that's right, and you know by who.

I wanna do him.

What?

- If we do him, isn't Patrice just gonna send

somebody else in?

I mean, at least with Royce, we know what we got, right?

Huh?

- You're right, he'll win.

That doesn't solve the problem.

[ball thwacking]

- Who's the muscle on the Serrera hit?

- Nobody I know.

- Well, if it wasn't for outside contracts,

Americans wouldn't eat pizza.

- How do you figure?

- Ah, this business is doomed.

'Cause you kids ain't got no sense of history.

Now, Lucky figured the best way to get rid

of a business problem was to bring in outside muscle,

make the hit, send 'em home.

Works to this day.

But Genovese, he opened a pizza parlor in Redhook,

brought in Sicilian muscle to work it.

They'd stay week, month, get a go on a hit,

and boom, back to Sicily with an American fortune.

Next thing you know, there's pizza stands

from Brooklyn to Barleymon.

[ball thwacking]

[dramatic music]

Costello, he'd bring in two, three guys

on a single contract.

Long guy, short guy, and a prima facie.

Well, time to saw wood.

- Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Long guy, short guy, what are you talking about?

- Yeah, long guy.

50 yards or more.

Short guy, inside the 25 yard line.

- Prima facie, sticks the gun in your face

and pulls the trigger, right?

- Nah, nah, that guy's an idiot.

Prima facie like puts a pound of dynamite

in your shorts and boom!

First thing you see is your face come off.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah.

- Sonny, this is Vinnie.

Listen, I need some help.

I think I know how to stop the Serrera hit.

- Out front, ASAP.

- Yeah.

- Killing Serrera could cost us the casino, yes?

Well then, I have a moral obligation

to report to Mr. Patrice.

- You got a moral obligation.

How do you know?

- [Sonny] What do you got?

- [Vinnie] Pizza.

- [Sonny] Pizza?

- Yeah, Harry says that the Genoveses

used to hold out of town contractors and pizza joints.

- Right.

And whose family does the Cat got?

Patrice is up to his buns in mozzarella.

Ain't nothin' to it.

Just a couple hundred pizza joints in this town.

- There's only one possibility, Rieti's.

You know, where Angelo works.

- [Sonny] Angelo?

- Yeah, you know, the guy from TV.

Serrera's immigrant we're beating outta 15 cents,

remember that?

- Oh yeah, yeah, all right, all right.

[ominous music]

[dramatic music]

Hey, come here!

[speaking foreign langauage]

[speaking foreign langauage]

[speaking foreign langauage]

- Go on, swear on my mother, gone back to Palermo!

[speaking foreign langauage]

[gun cocks]

Duck town, 18-seater!

Top floor!

[door crashes]

[dramatic music]

- Look at this, man.

Triggering device for a bomb mechanism.

- [Vinnie] It's a garage door opener.

Angelo's a prima facie.

[dramatic music]

- You've convinced me. - You know what, Mr. Serrera,

- I took an oath-- - your political career--

- [Guard] Hold it, hold it.

- Hey, we gotta see Serrera.

- I'll have to call up.

Who are you?

- Let's go.

[dramatic music]

- Too late, man!

[dramatic music]

- This is gonna be end of me, huh?

'Cause of that mezzamook?

[bomb explodes]

[dramatic music]

[debris clatters]

- Did I do that?

[seagulls crying]

- Hey, Hunch.

What are you doing here?

- Surveilling and surmising for Mahoney.

- Oh, yeah?

So, what have you surveilled and surmised?

- That you's too smart for this business.

- Hey, Hunch, how'd Mahoney get the nickname No Money?

- When he was a kid, bet all the money he'd make

in his life that Patrice couldn't put a cat in his shorts.

- Save a guy's life, this is what I get.

I know it was you.

- Pardon?

- Pardon?

Not in this organization, pal.

[upbeat dramatic music]

[light orchestral music]