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 b*tch 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 sh*t,

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.

Hey, you goddamn son of a...

- 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 b*tch 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 sh*t

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.

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