Raw Deal

- Green light. - Let's go.

How many times was John Wayne nominated for an Academy Award?

Probably not enough.

Marcellino's still asleep.

- I'm gonna go relieve Ed. - How the hell can one son of a bitch sleep so much?

- Fear. - As long as he wakes up to testify.

Oh, no.

We've been looking for you.

- So you want to be a witness? - No, no, no, no!

Witness this.

His birthday was in two weeks.

Harry, they wanna take him out.

Harry?

Twenty-seven years of this shit, and I never got a scratch. Jesus Christ.

I want a list of everybody in Witness Protection...

who knew we were holding Marcellino...

and anybody else who could've known...

from the district attorney to the commissioner.

They're dead, Mike.

Whoever set this up...

whatever it takes...

they're dead.

- Okay, Cullen. You're outta here. -

Now you're off and runnir Runnirlike you're scared

Runnirunder radar Runnirlike a deer

Somethirin the bushes starirout at you

Starirat your feelirs Feelirlike you do

One-way rider wanderirdown the road

Baby, I'm right beside you everywhere you go

Once upon a daydream Circumstances do

Everything to hold on Everything for you

First we found a loser Next we found a fool

Now we follow footsteps taken up on you

One-way driver One way down the road

- Baby, I'm right beside you - Hey, you goddamn son of a...

Everywhere you go

- Whoa! - Damn!

Aah!

Yes, sir. Well, a number of the residents have complained...

though, about the trash around the Dumpster, so I think you should do something about it.

Yes, sir. Heh! All right. Have a good day then.

- You caught the bastard. - In the act.

Bullshit. I was on my way to a costume party.

He stopped somebody over at Route 74 for driving too fast.

- He was going to let them off for 50 bucks. - They stopped me for directions.

Book him.

Impersonating an officer, resisting arrest...

fraud, reckless driving and lying to the sheriff.

- I'll be at home if you need me. - Okay, Sheriff.

Come on, Deputy Dawg.

- - Amy.! Amy.!

Amy?

Amy?

- Are we having a party? - Of course...

and I'm glad you're home early to join in the celebration.

Is it just gonna be us, or are we gonna have company?

Be serious. Of course it's just us.

So, what are we celebrating?

Commemorating...

our fifth year.

Five years in exile. Five years in a town without...

having found anybody who could talk about anything except...

crops and the weather.

- It's not gonna be forever. - The hell it's not.

Christ, Amy, this is old news. Let it go.

- I did the best I could. - The hell you did.

You could still be with the bureau. You could've fought it.

We could still be living in New York. You did not have to quit!

They gave me a chance to resign. If it would've gone to trial...

I would've lost and they would've kicked me out.

I wouldn't have even had the chance to get this job!

What are we having for dinner?

Just this.

This is gonna make us fat.

You think because we're in shape we're not already fat?

We're like all the cows they raise around here.

Stuck. Victims of circumstance.

And you know what a cow's biggest contribution to this world is?

You should not drink and bake.

Hello, Mark.

- Yeah? - It's Shannon, Mark. Harry Shannon.

It's been a long time, Harry. What's going on?

I want to talk to you, Mark. I got trouble.

- Talk. - No. Not on the telephone.

It's all I've got time for.

Things aren't so good, huh, kid?

Seen better days.

If you wanna see 'em again, meet me.

The bureau always arranges such intriguing meeting places.

- This has nothing to do with the bureau. -

Mr. Patrovita, you deny any sources of illicit income...

any connection at all with organized crime...

yet your reported income for this past year was $73,000...

with which you somehow managed to maintain...

a seven-bedroom mansion here in Chicago...

a hunting lodge in Wisconsin...

a winter resort in California...

four Cadillacs that we know of...

and a lifestyle that makes Ted Turner look like a derelict.

Now, can you explain how you manage this?

I think it'd be of particular interest to those of us...

- on fixed incomes. - Hold it. That's Baxter.

- I know, I know. - What the hell has he got to do with it?

- He's special federal prosecutor. - That son of a bitch cost me a career.

You brought in a suspect with half the bones in his body broken.

- Any prosecutor would've gone after you. - Oh, you remember the case.

The guy kidnapped an 11 -year-old girl.

He molested, murdered and mutilated her.

Well, the public wasrt too keen on heavy-handed cops at that time.

Baxter was out to nail me to the wall.

- I went to see him, tried to tell him what happened... - What did he say?

Resign or be prosecuted. Any way you want it.

Yeah, well, the good news is that...

he's giving Patrovita a lot more shit than he ever gave you.

- - I got a lotta debts.

- - Uh-huh. To whom?

- Friends. - Like Paulo Rocca and Bill Rusman?

I plead the Fifth Amendment.

- - That's Lu Patrovita.

He runs the strongest of the Chicago families.

- - Mr. Rocca, your stated source of income...

is a travel agency, yet you, like Mr. Patrovita...

seem to, uh, have a lifestyle that far exceeds your income.

Would you mind shedding some light for us on what seems to be...

some extraordinary money management here?

I'll take the Fifth on this, on whatever you're gonna ask me next...

and everything after that.

Honest men don't have to tolerate this kind of harassment in this country.

Thank you, Mr. Rocca, for reminding us of our inalienable rights.

Rocca is the undertaker.

Anybody bothers Patrovita, this one buries 'em in the gravel pit.

So we did Who's Who In Chicago. You're the one in the bureau. What do you want from me?

Do, uh... Do you remember my son?

Blair. Yeah. We went to some ball games with him.

- Yeah, that's right. - He joined the bureau, didn't he?

Yep.

How is he?

Dead.

I want Patrovita.

- He killed Blair? - Blair was covering a government aide...

a witness who could've put the bastard away forever.

No.

No, he had somebody do it.

There's nothing that a small-town sheriff can do that you can't.

Oh, no, no. The bureau has nothing to do with this.

No, I'm financing this myself.

I have $45,000 in savings.

I want you to get inside the Patrovita organization and tear it up.

Who do you think I look like? Dirty Harry?

- I think you look like an unappy man. - You have a cure?

Possible reinstatement.

Get back into the bureau.

- Hmm? - How?

The bureau's been trying to get somebody inside of Patrovita's family for over a year...

but there's a big leak somewhere.

All our guys keep getting nailed.

That's why no one but me will know about you. Nobody.

Now, you do a good job, you pull this off, and you've got a great shot.

Now, what do you say?

Do you think I'd still pass the physical?

This is Kaminski, investigating a break-in at the Petrolcam storage yard.

Roger, Sheriff. We copy.

I'm sorry you had to kill yourself off, kid...

but it's safer for everybody that way.

The top slot is Luigi Patrovita.

He's been up there for over 20 years. He's smart.

Buried a marching band getting where he is.

His right arm is a guy named Rocca.

He'd kill for table scraps.

Him you watch close.

The false I.D. Corresponds to a guy...

in the N.C.I. Computer with a bad rap sheet.

The phone number is a safe house...

where an answering machine is set up to catch your bulletins.

There's $25,000 for initial expenses; more if you need it.

The squat-face guy is a new kid on the block. His name is "Hammer" Lamanski.

He's been biting off little pieces of Patrovita's pie.

Doing damage to him is probably your quickest way...

to catch the big mars eye.

Remember, there's a leak.

He's the one who got Blair killed.

He's the one I want.

Well, see ya in Chicago.

Big player, number eight!

Place your bets. Place your bets. Place your bets.

Place your bets. Place your bets.

All bets down. All bets down.

Throw the dice!

Seven! You lose. Come and get another number.

Come and get another number.

I don't think the table is straight. I want to see Mr. Lamanski.

He's not around, pal. And all losers don't think a table is straight.

I'm still right.

Oh, shit.! Yeah? So what? Looks like the table's fixed.

This table's fixed.! You scumbag.! Hey, look at that.! That's bullshit.! That's my money.!

- Magic or magnet? - Rudy! Rudy!

Hey, you! Get outta here!

Scram! Who the fuck are you?

Hey! Wait up!

Guys, make sure to clean up the mess before you knock off, okay?