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?
I'm gonna kill
that bastard.
Excuse me. Could you move
to the side a little bit?
- Your lights.
- Thank you.

Oh, shit!

It's costing us a lot of money
to get together like this...
because now my time
is won'th as much as yours.
- Worth more.
- Hmm?
- You got less of it.
- I gave you the courtesy of this talk...
because you worked
for me a long time.
Like I said,
close down everything and get out...
or one morning you
are gonna wake up dead.
Luigi, I got employees, obligations...
There's plenty for both of us.
There's no "both of us."
There's just me.
- You got two days.
- And then what? Back to work for you?
You don't work around here
anymore for me...
or anybody.

Auggie, let's move one out.
You got it.
Get down! Move it!
Fucking Lamanski! Who the hell
does that son of a bitch think he is?
- He thinks he can take me outjust like that?
- Come on.!
That bastard's crazy!
He's a fucking amateur!
He learned nothing from me!
- I'm still okay, right?
- Yeah.
Just a waste
of fucking bullets.
Tony was a good kid.
Make sure you get
a good replacement for him.
You son of a bitch!

- Hey, you got the wrong car, pal.
- Shut up.
Hey, you know
who it belongs to?
Yeah, a guy who is probably gonna be dead
before it's out of warranty.

- What are you doing here?
- Waiting for you. Drive.
- What do you want?
- Take off all your jewelry.
- Do you know who bought all this stuff?
- Martin Lamanski.
He has