[Woman Chattering]
[Chattering]
You get the feeling we've staked this crib before?
[Sighs] Yeah. Or down the street or on the next block or somethin'.
I don't know. Why?
That's what I'm sayin'. They all look the same. [Scoffs]
You'd think that one of these nouveau riche loadies would have brains enough...
to hole out in some split-level job with a two-car garage once in a while.
You're losin' it, Rico. You know that?
[People Chattering]
That's why you're so successful. I've been fortunate.
Ah. Talented.
Well-endowed with talent.
[Chuckles] What?
It's an eccentricity of mine.
I don't like to be pawed at at cocktail parties.
[Man] Frank.
You're always welcome, man.
I'll bet.
[Yawns]
You're tired. Oh, yes.
I'm tired of twiddling my—
[No Audible Dialogue]
Gina, this is Frank— Mosca.
Yes, I've read about you in the papers. Oh. Really?
What the hell is he doing there?
Frank, this is Gina— Troyano.
Gina Troyano. Troyano.
Is that the Troyano family of, uh, Tuscany or Palermo?
[Chuckles] Try South Philly.
South Philly. Oh. [Laughs]
I have an uncle who has a, uh, cheesesteak shop in South Philly.
On, uh, Broad and Pine.
Oh, yeah. I know that place. You know that— Yeah.
On a date. It was, um, "Hold the onions." [Laughing]
- Otherwise— - Otherwise, smother it.
She's, uh, an interior designer, Frank.
- Very hot. Very, uh— - I can see that.
You know, I just, uh— I just bought a house.
Maybe sometime you could come by and, uh,
show me your interior design.
That would be fine. [Laughs]
I made a little rhyme. [Laughing]
Would you like that? We'll see.
Okay, good. It was a pleasure to meet you. Likewise.
Willy. We'll talk.
A charming guy, that friend of yours.
Oh, it's... business.
He's investing my windfall profits in some legitimate shelters.
It's... complicated. [Chuckles]
Whether the spaghetti factory's making a profit or not,
it's pretty clear Cook's real money is coming from drugs and not pasta.
Can you prove it?
The only thing I can prove is that he's a major lech.
Only way he's gonna put out is if I do.
And I'd rather chew glass.
However, I found a bigger fish to fry— Frank Mosca.
He wants me to redecorate his house.
What's he doing back here in Miami? Cook let something slip.
Sounds like Mosca's laundering his dirty money for him.
So you heard about Mosca. Good.
I may have a way of taking this guy down so hard this time, it'll make his head spin.
- I've already established contact with him. - This guy's a little crazy.
- Wait a minute, Sonny. - He already knows you. How are we gonna get around that?
Gina. Cultivate the relationship.
You've established a cover. Use it.
I want you two guys to, uh, work out the Cook angle.
Lean on him. That's it.
[Willy] Why don't I call my accountant?
He knows everything down to the— He knows... W-2's.
I know what's happening.
Now, we had a deal, right?
You had a half a million dollars a month that you wanted cleaned. Am I correct? Right.
Then you were gonna tell Mr. Roth that you no longer needed his services. Am I correct?
Right. Now I'm waiting two weeks for your check to clear in my account.
Why is this, Willy?
[Mumbling] He said he'd kill me, Frank. He said what?
He said he'd kill me.
[Laughing]
Look, I was tryin' to stall him, you know?
I'm not backin' out of our deal, Frank.
Did he tell you how he was gonna kill you, Willy?
Huh? Frank.
Give me your keys. My keys. What for?
[Snaps Fingers]
[Keys Jangling] [Clears Throat]
This the key to the factory, Willy? Hmm? Yep.
Collateral.
I'll expect some cash flow coming my way by the end of the business day, okay?
Because the guy is psychotic, cold-blooded, sadistic, and, uh—
That's all there is good to say about him.
Sonny. I know what Frank Mosca did to your friend.
Believe me, I really do appreciate your concern.
But I can handle it.
[Phone Beeping] I can handle him.
[Line Ringing]
[Man] Hello. Yeah. Gina Troyano for, uh, Frank Mosca.
[Mosca] Hello. Frank.
Hi. Hi.
Yeah. I just checked my machine. How'd you get my number?
I got it from Cook.
I hope you don't mind me calling. Of course not.
[Motor Whirring] So, um, how are ya?
Oh, not bad. Not bad, you know,
for a guy who just moved into, uh 12 empty rooms...
and doesn't have a pot to— uh, a place to sit.
Ex-wife get all the furniture? [Laughs]
Yeah. And I got all the good looks.
Nah. Nothin' like that. I just, uh—
I move around a lot. You know how it is.
Yeah, I know.
So, you want some, uh, decorating advice, or what?
Yeah, sure, if you're free tonight.
I can make myself be.
Terrific.
Well, how about, uh, you come take a look,
and then maybe we could, uh, have a little dinner?
What do you say? 9:00 and a bottle of dago red, right?
[Laughs] Yeah.
Anything you want, baby.
So, how about 7:00, 7:30? Is that all right for you?
Yeah, sure. Okay, good.
I'll, uh, give you the address.
[Crockett] I don't know, Mr. Cook.
Maybe we oughta get a busload of government agencies down here...
to find out what's goin' on around here besides pasta fagioli.
What the hell are you talkin' about?
Well, I'm talkin' about how much money the pasta business generates...
as opposed to the drug business.
And launderin' the money through Frank Mosca.
You got a warrant?
We don't need one. Not yet.
You see, if we don't get Mosca, we're gonna take you.
What do you want?
Now then, we'd like contracts, receipts, bank records— It'll take a little time.
Take your time, Mr. Cook. No rush.
Yeah. Tomorrow afternoon's fine.
So, we agree the, uh, Santa Fe look has been done.
To death. Boss.
How about, uh, Memphis style?
Memphis? What do you mean, like Elvis Presley?
[Laughing] No.
Okay, how about art deco, huh?
Art deco? Yeah.
Art deco, art "schmeco." I don't like that.
I don't want anything old in my house. I want new things.
Mmm. Tell you what. Forget about it.
Maybe I'll keep it just the way it is.
What do I need? Right? I need a phone and a bed.
So you want minimalism.
Minimalism. Yeah. Yeah, that's what I want.
Oh, there's a problem there. Why?
I charge extra for that. Yeah. Oh, yeah?
[Both Laughing]
I like you, Troyano.
So, what is it with, uh— with you and Cook?
Wilson?
Nothing.
No? He's okay.
You think he's okay?
He's not okay. He's a pig.
Well, he's always been very nice to me.
Hmm. Yeah.
Why?
I was just wondering. I mean, uh—
It's not any of my business, but—
I would like to see you.
And?
And I don't share.
Hi, guys.
[Tubbs] How you doin'? [Crockett] Hey, Gina.
How'd your, uh, date go?
Date? That supposed to be funny?
- Gina, come on. - No. You come on, Sonny.
We work undercover here. That's what you do. That's what I do.
That's what I'm gonna do.
If Mosca makes her, she's history.
Hey, man. Gina's a cop. It's not your call.
Now come on. Time's up for Cook.
[No Audible Dialogue]
Crockett.
[Footsteps Approaching]
It's Cook.
[Crockett] Definitely not al dente.
We've gathered certain things from our wiretap in Cleveland.
But clearly, RICO, the Racketeering Influence and Corrupt Organization—
I'm aware of the statute.
Then you're also aware that you could wrap dead fish in the old indictments, Lieutenant.
Which is, of course, why we're here.
We need to coordinate an inside man with you.
We have an inside man. She's very capable.
We're all after the same thing here. I'd like to get him up on charges again,
and the government just needs enough to put some federal weight behind it.
Any state and local charges just serve to sharpen the blade.
I just don't want to have to worry about what the left hand is doing. Fine.
How about the left hand stays out of your way...
as long as there's an open exchange of information?
Only if you guarantee me there'll be no movement on Mosca will I share what I'm getting.
You got it.
[Humming]
[Knocking]
Who is it? It's me—Sonny.
Sonny.
Nice evening wear. [Chuckles]
You gonna critique my, uh, evening dress, or are you gonna come in?
Thank you.
[Clears Throat]
So. How are you?
I'm good.
[Sighs]
Gina, it's about this Mosca thing.
[Exhales]
It's not that I don't believe in you as a cop.
You know that, don't you?
I know that, Sonny.
Would you give me a hand with this... clip?
Sure.
I just don't want you to do, uh, anything reckless.
You hear me?
Well, thank you, Mr. Level-headed.
[Laughs]
Okay, Sonny.
I do appreciate your concern, as a cop.
Well, I'm— I'm just sorry. L—
I never meant to doubt your abilities.
You better not have,
or else I woulda broken your thumbs.
I gotta go to work. You be careful.
So, Frank, you want me at the wheel tonight?
Frank, you want me at the wheel tonight, or what?
Did you check out those things for me? Everything checked out.
The College of Art and Design. Matter of fact, she's up for this, uh,
"alumni of the year" award.
- Alumna. - Whatever.
She's quite a work of art herself, huh?
Yeah, she's very nice, Frank.
It's also nice we don't have to worry about the competition no more.
Who? Cook? Yeah.
[Chattering]
[Violins: Romantic]
[Maître 'd] Buona sera. Buona sera.
[Mosca] Are you okay?
[Chattering]
Vinnie, Anthony, this is Gina Troyano.
Good friend of mine. So, what are we drinkin'?
Whatever you're buying, Frank.
Oh, whatever I'm buying, huh? You like this guy?
So, what'll it be, huh?
A bottle of dago red or champagne? Whatever you want.
Whatever I want? Okay.
A bottle of Dom P.
Two straws. [Laughing] I like that.
You like that? Mm-hmm.
You, uh, hear the bad news about Cook?
Yeah, yeah. It's a shame, you know.
The random violence in this town is—
Let's hope it never touches any of us, right?
[Cork Pops]
A la doce vita.
[Vinnie] Dolce vita. Dolce vita.
[Mosca] So, how do you feel? [Gina] Hmm. Comfortable.
[Both Laughing]
Hey. What?
I thought you were a family man.
A fam— Oh, no. No.
When he said "family," he didn't mean, you know,
like "family" like—
mother, father, sister, you know.
Oh. You know what I mean?
Really? No, really.
[Both Chuckling]
I know what we need.
What are you doing? Ah!
Stompin' that grape yourself? [Laughs]
No. I know the wholesaler.
Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah. Good friend of mine.
Mmm. Part of the, um, family?
Yeah. The Delaware Moscas.
[Cork Pops]
And then there are the Worcester Moscas.
And they're— Oh, yeah. They're from Boston.
I got Moscas all up and down the eastern seaboard.
[Gina Giggling]
You already know about me, right? I mean, what I do.
No? No.
You don't? No.
What do you do? [Sniffs] Banking.
- I'm a freelance banker. - [Laughing] Stop.
You never heard of my bank? No.
Oh, yeah. First National Bank of Frank.
[Both Laughing]
Yeah. I got branches all over.
Cleveland, Chicago, Philly.
And now in sunny Miami.
Impressed. Well, it's an impressive thing.
[Laughing]
Oh, my God. What are we gonna do?
Are we gonna do somethin' with it, huh? I'm gonna make it so nice.
You're gonna make it what? So nice.
So nice? So nice. You gotta make me look good.
Look, I got another one over here. You need a painting there.
There's nothing here. Bam! I got nothin' there.
Look. Over there I got a chess set.
You play chess? I never play the game. Is it my move?
Anybody call? Cleveland.
They said it could wait. Cleveland? All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.
You dance, Philly girl?
Of course I dance.
[Man Singing Ballad] You dance pretty good for a... banker.
Ah, thank you.
You dance pretty good for a, uh—
What do you call it? What do you do? I forgot.
Designer. Interior.
Interior designer. That's right.
Yeah, that's right. I forgot.
My mind must have wandered.
Oh, yeah? Where to?
Down your eastern seaboard.
[Continues]
Come on.
Let's go redecorate the bedroom.
No. Come on.
Let's not. Come on. Come on.
I wanna dance some more. No. I don't wanna dance any more. I wanna redecorate.
Come on. Let's dance. Okay, that's good. I like that. I like that.
You hold back. I like a girl who holds back.
That's good. I like that. I'm not holdin' back.
You're not? You're not giving in to me. I mean—
[Vocalizing]
[Chorus Vocalizing]
Frank, no. Frank.
Stop.
[Ends] No, Frank.
[Mosca] What? The white ones? I like the white ones.
You like those white ones? I'm gonna buy all these flowers. I like 'em.
Hey, Frankie.
Musclin' into the flower biz?
Oh, yeah. I hear there's, uh, big money in tulips. [Chuckles]
Oh, I'm sure there is.
Not as big as in money laundering though.
What do you think, Chase? I wouldn't think so.
Oh, Chase wouldn't think so.
Money laundering? Isn't that...
when some guy's got some money that doesn't want anybody to know that it's dirty,
and he gives it to another guy, and that guy magically makes it legit for a percentage?
Isn't that what that is? Yeah. You're pretty smart.
Well— Fifteen percent, 20%. It adds up though.
Enough so that if a man was angry enough about not getting his slice,
he may be willing to, say, off Willy Cook.
Well, I don't know anything about this stuff, you know, because—
I'm very bad at math, you know. Of course.
But if you ever need any flowers or anything,
you know, just, uh, give me a call, let me know.
For a funeral or something. [Chuckles]
Oh, you can count on it.
You too.
Well, the thing that bothers me a little is...
how come he was so free with the information?
I told you. We were half in the bag. You both were.
I don't think he would've talked if I was drinking Perrier.
Look, 8-to-5 he killed Cook.
It was the beginning of a war between Mosca and Jimmy Roth.
- He's laundering money now? - Kept talking about banks in lots of cities.
When did he tell you this?
Stay on him.
[Sighs]
What happened?
He do a number on you?
Trudy.
I can't believe what I've done.
I mean—
I should never have let it go that far.
Oh, honey.
We all make mistakes behind champagne.
No. It wasn't that.
I know he's bad news.
But—
There was something about him, and—
l—
I can't explain it.
- [Crying] - Hey. Okay.
It's like, um, forbidden fruit or hormones or—
Hell. We're just— We're just women, okay?
We make bad choices. Don't you blame yourself.
You're a good person, Gina.
You just think about what you gotta do now.
Okay?
[Sniffles]
Is your wife havin'another kid or somethin', Chase?
No. Why?
I just thought maybe what I'm paying you isn't enough, you know,
to supplement your other income.
No, no. That's not it, Frank.
Then what?
You're supposed to keep me apprised of things.
[Clicks Tongue]
A leg up on the fence. Remember?
So how come your boss rousts me on the sidewalk like a common criminal?
I don't know, Frank.
You don't know. He don't know.
- [Whimpers] - Who's the leak?
I can't. I don't know.
- You can't tell, or you don't know? - For the love of God, Frank—
That's for using the Lord's name in vain.
Mosca, there's a vice cop close to you.
Recently?
Last couple of days.
Who? I don't know, Frank.
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't know which way to go, Frank.
- I'd be dead. - Yeah.
You got that right.
I'll be damned.
[Motor Starts] No! No!
No! [Gags]
[Choking]
[Rings]
Hello? [Mosca] Hello.
Did you get the flowers okay?
Yeah, I got 'em.
- Thanks a lot. - Sure. Sure.
I was gonna ask you your dress size, but, uh—
Frank, don't. Okay. All right. You're right.
Uh, listen.
I, uh— I'm sorry about last night.
I acted incorrectly, and...
I'm not going to defend myself for what I did,
because it was a lousy thing to do.
I only did it because...
you make things happen inside of me I can't control.
And?
I'm all outta breath. [Chuckles]
Frank, I don't know what to say.
I mean, uh— I have to think about this.
Last night, it wasn't the way I wanted things to go.
You know? I know, I know, I know.
Me neither, but—
I just want to tell you I'm sorry.
And if you forgive me,
I would like to see you again.
- You mean that? - I mean that with all my heart.
If you don't wanna see me, I mean—
I didn't say that. Okay. Good.
So, what are you doin' right now? Now?
Yeah. Falling into a hot bath.
Oh, that's perfect.
I'll send Billy for you.
What are you lookin' so unhappy about?
This is no good, Frank. Can I be honest?
Go ahead. Spit it out.
I don't know if you remember. Last night, in the limo, you, uh—
Yeah?
You were spillin' your guts pretty good about Cook and all this monkey business.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.
Right now, I'm more concerned about Roth.
I'm glad you came tonight.
I'll make it up to you. I promise.
To the Moscas. And the Roths.
To the memory of your father— a giant.
And to his old friend from Detroit.
And to clean living.
To clean money. [Chuckles]
Gina here, is, uh, an interior, uh, decorator.
I'm sorry. No, I'm wrong. Interior designer.
Mmm. I'll get in trouble if I say that.
They're for you— the shopper.
And for my lovely lady.
[Speaking Italian]
You feelin' okay? Yeah.
Actually, I'm tired.
[Tires Screeching]
[Chattering On Police Radio]
Damn it. I gotta go over and see if she's all right.
Sonny, I don't think you should do it. Gonna cause more harm than good.
She's already being attended to.
I won't blow her cover.
Let me see your report there.
[Mosca] Chasin'ambulances now, Crockett?
I heard you were hit, Mosca, and I was gonna come over here and pass out cigars.
We had a little disagreement once.
Too bad it was only superficial.
Yeah, yeah.
You know, you ought to earn your four and a quarter a week and go roust Roth.
He's the animal that put all this down.
- Frank, I gotta go home. - Okay, baby. I'll take you home.
Frankie. Don't slip.
I'm sorry about all this.
It's okay. It wasn't your fault.
You coulda jeopardized her cover.
She was down. I wanted to make sure she was all right.
Still, it's been 10 hours. She should've checked in by now.
Hey, look, we've all been undercover.
She probably can't get a secure minute away from this guy.
Nothing to do but wait.
See what you can get out of Roth.
On Mosca? Yeah, he oughta be happy to flap his lips on that subject.
I'd like to come. Excuse me. You're welcome.
Okay. Wipe it down for prints. Lose it in the river.
Nice work. Looked good.
Even though a couple of those shots came pretty close.
Well, while I was at it, I thought I should whack at that chick cop.
Mmm. That's why you don't get paid for your ideas, Billy.
Give me the key to Cook's place. All right.
[Door Opens, Closes]
[Phone Rings]
Switek. O.C.B.
[Gina On Phone] I think it was Roth who killed Cook, not Mosca.
[Line Clicks] [Switek] Gina?
- Hello! - [Mosca] Gina?
[Sighs]
Gina?
Yes, Frank.
Of course I didn't order a hit on him.
And I didn't order a hit on Wilson Cook either.
That's all your boy Frank can do to generate a little heat in my life.
[Tubbs] Why is that?
'Cause he's greedy. He wants me out of the business.
[Scoffs] That little heel wants to eat off everybody's plate.
He's an ingrate. I knew this kid's father when he was a tadpole.
And we all know what an upstanding guy you are.
[Scoffs] Better yet, Detective. I'm not so dumb.
What's savin' a cop's life worth? Maybe we can make a deal.
It's possible.
The other side of the coin is I'll prosecute you for conspiracy if you hold out.
What cop?
"What cop?"
Come on, don't insult me. What am I, an idiot? I've done my homework.
The broad. The broad's a cop.
So, does, uh, Mosca think she's a cop too?
"Does Mosca think she's a cop too?"
Hey, I don't like the guy, but that man's not an idiot either.
Mosca's made her. [Castillo] Where are you?
About five minutes from the house.
[Man Singing Rock]
[Continues]
[Fades]
Somethin' wrong?
I'm just not feeling well.
What's wrong?
- I'm fine. - You sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
[Murmurs]
Do you mind?
What? Do I mind what?
Not kissing me.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Let's get outta here. We've been around here too long. Let's go for a drive or something.
I don't think that's a good idea. We'll go for a drive. We've been here too long.
I wanna go home. A nice drive. It'll make you feel better.
No, come on. I'll whisper nice things in your ear.
I'll tell you about the Chicago Moscas, how we're gonna take over the Midwest seaboard.
They have an office I can redecorate?
[Grunts] Are you sure? I told you!
Where's Gina? Who? I don't know.
Let me tell you somethin', pal. If he takes her down,
I swear to God you will do the full ride with Mosca.
- They took off. - Where?
I don't know! I told you!
Rico, it's time to turn up the heat a little bit.
You know, a guy's gotta be real careful down here in sunny Miami.
He could get badly burned.
All right. The factory. Cook's spaghetti factory. All right?
Very nice, Billy. Very nice.
You knew about me the whole time?
No. Not until after I had you.
That's real nice, Frank. You're a real gentleman.
Aw, come on, Philly girl.
It was pretty good anyway. Right?
- Freeze, Mosca! - Move away from her!
Okay.
No problem. I was through anyway.
Get down on the floor.
You cops like that, don't you?
Move!
[Gasps] Get him!
- Gina, you all right? - Yeah.
[Man Singing Rock]
Gimme the backup. Give it to me. Yeah.
[Continues]
Frank!
[Continues]
[Ends]