All language subtitles for Sneaky.Pete.S01E04.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Do you know why
I pulled you over tonight?

You remember the night
we stole his car?

It was after junior prom?

Do I-- Do I remember?

Yeah, do you remember?

I still have a scar
on my ass

where my dad lost hold
of his belt mid swing.

- Caught me with the buckle.
- Bullshit.

- Which part?
- The scar.

I think I would
have noticed that.

Well, maybe if, you know,
we ever got to be naked

with the lights on,

or in a bed, even.

Hey, you think
that your dad was pissed
because you took the car

or pissed because
you took it to be with me?

I think he thought
I would die in this car.

That or--
or kill somebody else.

I don't know, man.

Maybe he just watched
too many greaser films.

I wonder what he would say
if he knew

I got to drive this baby
full time after my mom die

in a-- in a Cutlass Sierra.

I believe
they call that irony.

I gotta get home.

You gonna be okay?

I'm always okay.

God damn it, Shannon.

Grandma, is everything okay?

No, Taylor, it's--
it's me, Pete.

Christ.

Every time I see this number,
I think something bad happened,

you know, Grandpa had
another stroke or something.

Taylor, look the reason
why I'm calling

is that I-- I feel bad
about the way

we left things
this afternoon,

and I was just wondering
if buying you a beer would be,

you know,
an acceptable apology.

Foreign or domestic?

Ah, the ravishing Karolina.

Have I told you the palace
I would build for us
in Mumbai?

I saw a show last week

made it seem like Mumbai
is all billionaires

and trash pickers.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

Well...

I take it you prefer
the worker's paradise
of your youth?

All I remember of Warsaw
is people standing in line.

Ah, Mr. Mukherjee.

Nice of you to find the time
to return to our tables.

You see, Wali,
this country is not yet
lost to the Kardashians.

There are still some here
who know how to show some
respect.

This way.

Where's my main man
Eddie?

Family emergency,
I'm afraid.

Sorry to hear.

- Hope you'll give him my best.
- Of course I will.

Okay. We'll get you
sorted out with chips.

And of course...

Pappy Van Winkle.

A lovely gesture...

but I'm afraid my trainer
has made me promise to abstain.

You see, if I let
myself get fat,

then the girls will
only want me for my money.

Well, I'll leave you
to your game then, huh?

For the whiskey.

Don't tell me
your margins are such

that you can afford
to buy liquor that
never gets drunk.

So for the last couple
of months,

I've just been waiting
for the other shoe to drop.

You know, like,
"What's he gonna do
when he finds out?"

- Right?
- Cut off yourdick.

Yeah, and so when
you put the--

the hood over my head
and I couldn't breathe--

You thought your nightmare
was coming true.

Yeah. Don't get me wrong,
it's not like I don't
deserve it.

Oh, that's bullshit, man.

You didn't betray anybody.

She's the one who broke
her promises, not you.

That's between her
and her cuckold husband.

You don't owe him shit.
You don't owe him anything.

- Well--
- You ever even met the guy?

Oh, no, no. I'd feel
even more like a shit heel.

Not to mention, what if
he reads it on me, right?

No, no. Way harder to look
inside someone else's head
than you think.

Anyways,
the point is is that

without being aware
of my situation,

You couldn't have known
how I would have reacted

to being renditioned
or whatever, you know?

So I just wanted to apologize
for the way I reacted, okay?

All right.

I appreciate it, Pete.
I do. Look--

But if anyone should be
apologizing, it's me.

- What?
- Yeah. No, I--

Grandma always says
I got this problem

with impulse control.

Probably what's holding
me back from making rank,

even more than
the test-taking stuff.

Got these--

Got these strategies
I'm supposed to use.

Like, stop and think,

or, um, emotional regulation,
like that.

It's way harder
in the moment to do it.

- It's hard.
- You know?

I gotta hit the head.

Never leave your shit
in this bar.

- Just a little
taste of the ear?
- I don't like that.

- Tongue in the ear?
- No, I don't--

No?

Fuck you.

- You okay to drive?
- A-okay.

Hold on just a second.
I gotta open your door.

Here.

- Hey, Taylor.
- Uh-huh?

You got a flat tire.

- What?
- You got a flat tire.

Yeah, looks like you ran
over a nail or something.

- Fuck.
- Hey, give me the keys.

I'll go in the trunk
and get the spare and the jack.

That's not a nail.
The hole's too long and flat.

- Fuckin' knife cut.
- Yeah, whatever.

- Give me the keys--
-Hey!

- What are you doing?
- Hey, assholes!

Fuck you talking to, man?

-I'm talking to the
only assholes I see.
- We know you're a cop.

That badge you dying
to pull out your back pocket

- don't entitle you
to talk which way.
- Give us one second, pal.

- Taylor.
- Get your fuckin' hand
off me, Pete.

You wanna come take a look
at something for me? Hmm?

You wanna tell me
how this got over here?

You seriously threatening
to bust us over weed
in 20-motherfucking-16?

You'll know when
I'm threatening you.

I'm just asking how
your roach came by my car

and what you might know about
how my tire came to be flat.

- Guys.
- Well, I'm stumped, Officer.

Tell you what. If you
Agatha Christie yourself
to the bottom of this,

you come back here
and tell me who done it.

Meanwhile, why don't
you take that roach

and shove it up your ass?

- Shove it up my ass?
- Yeah. Right up in there.

Just give me a sec
to move my dick out the way.

How about instead I go talk
to your foster mom,

see how she feels about
buying me a new set
of whitewalls?

- Fuck makes you think
I was in foster care?
- Just playing the odds.

Tell you what.
I can't help with
the tire thing,

but I'd be happy
to help you solve the case
of the busted headlight.

No, no, no! Taylor! Taylor!

No, no, no!
Taylor!

Stop it! Taylor!
Taylor! Taylor!

Fuck you!

You really expect me
to believe you stuck
it out with eight nine?

Call me on the flop
or the turn.

Bullshit.
I'm all in.

That is $19,000.

Sir?

Call.

It's a straight, ten high.

Trip sevens.
Straight takes it.

Unless it's a bluff,

never make a bet
that can only be called
by hands that beat you.

Second lesson:

Call on every
street-chasin' bullshit,

suck out by hitting
the nuts on the river.

If you want me to fold,
my friend, you'll have
to bet more.

- Ain't your friend.
- And yet you've given me
so much money.

You keep him around
so you can run your mouth,

not have to worry
about getting stomped?

Seems to work so far.

Yeah. Except we all have
to check our straps at the door.

So what if something pops
off in here?

'Cause hand-to-hand,

I will put an old-fashioned
country ass-whuppin'

on any curry-stinkin' slumdog
bitchboy that ever lived.

Calm down.

Go for a walk, Hector.
Cool off.

Fuck that. I'm fine.

Tweaked my back
this morning at the gym.

My preference would be
to walk you out,

but I don't have to.

Mr. Mukherjee,
my apologies for his behavior.

I can promise you
it won't happen again.

I'll talk to him.
Ladies and gentlemen,

I apologize
for the disruption.

What I tell you about bringing
that street shit in here?

Motherfucker gets
under my skin.

It doesn't give you the right
to disrespect my place.

You're right man.
That's my bad.

Okay, so it's squashed.
I got your word.

Squashed?
Ain't shit squashed.

But I promise I'll handle it
on the outside.

No.

What you mean, "No"?

I mean, you wanna
shoot somebody,

every time you take
a bad beat,

then you can go back
to throwing bones

in the alley with
your corner boys.

I'm sorry, Vince.

I respect you.
I respect your place.

But you hold your stress in
too long, it rots out
your insides.

So I am gonna get my payback
on that red dot motherfucker.

He can't stay
in here forever.

What if you stayed
in here forever?

What if...

you...

never left this room?

Get the fuck outta here.

Some fuckhead busts your
headlight don't mean you
get to bust his face.

Good news is the guy's
an old scumbag.

Thing is, we don't know yet
what kind of cell phone video
we might be dealing with.

So I want you to listen
to your good friend, Bo.

You sustained multiple blows
to the head during
the altercation.

Okay?
Your PBA rep advises you

not to make any statements
till we can confirm

your cognitive functions
were operating normally.

I understand you suffered
a blow to the head as well.

He tried to pull me off.
I caught him with the backswing.

It doesn't make a difference
who hit him.

All that matters
is he can't be interviewed

until we're sure
he's compos mentis.

No, look,
I don't need a tow.

There is no way you're getting
behind the wheel of that car.

Gives someone an excuse
to give you breathalyzer.

I can change the tire,
take the car home.
It's okay.

Not only is no one
changing that tire,

No one's wiping a smudge
off the bumper of that
precious automobile

until all the damage has
been fully documented.

Keys.

Time to go.

Come on.
Kids'll be up soon.

I don't want them
to be confused.

I don't want them
to be confused, either.

So you wouldn't want them
to wake up and find you here

when they know you
don't live here anymore.

And what if I did?

What if you did what?

Live here still... again.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I assume last night

indicated a softening
about your feeling toward--

Last night indicated
you came over

after I put the kids to bed
and got me drunk.

Well, I got us both drunk.

One night, giving in
to your debatable charm--

Hey. He called me.

A decision of which
I grow prouder with
each passing moment.

Hold that thought.

What the fuck
am I gonna tell Grandpa?

Or Grandma? Fuck!

Why do you have
to tell them anything

that they don't know,
right?

You don't think
they're gonna find out?

First question
they're gonna ask

when you walk
through the door is,

"Where the fuck
you been all night?"

Okay, okay, okay.
Listen.

We got shitfaced,
right?

We decided to crash
at my place,

and we wake up
with these, like--

these Dean Martin
hangovers.

They're expecting you
at the office today,
right?

Uh, yeah.
It's Julia's day off. Yeah.

You take a taxi.

There's a stand
across the street.

You just tell them
that I'm-- I don't know--

I'm sleeping it off.
Okay?

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no.
I know you said it was
the last time.

I remember. But look,
there's money in it for you.

I don't know,
at least ten grand.

Can I do the--
Hey. Yeah.

Good morning.

- Hey.
- Mommy, guess what.

Daddy Lance missed us so much,

he even made us pancakes
on his way to work.

Isn't that nice of him?

I said I came to see you.

The pancakes were Fenna's idea.

- Mmm.
- Want some, Mom?

How can I say no?

You can't.

You shouldn't.

- I helped with the bananas.
- You did?

Also I helped
with cracking the eggs.

Wow.

Jeez! Where's the fire?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I got cab waiting for me.

Yeah, I saw.

Guess you had a hell
of a night last night.

- Boys back together--
- I gotta go. I'm sorry--

- Why did you ever
leave this place?
- I didn't leave.

- My mom took me away.
- Yeah, but why?

Always seemed like all of you
guys were so happy here,
all of you together.

- I don't know.
She didn't tell me.
- You never asked?

I just got the feeling
that she didn't really
wanna talk about it, okay?

- I'm sorry, I--
- That thing that
you did last night.

Picking my pocket.
Think you could teach me?

I was teaching you...
not to fuck with my stuff.

Couldn't you just say
it's a fake?

When he asks why a grown man's
carrying a fake I.D.,

what do I say,
I'm a secret agent?

He's a police officer.

He's a psychopath.

Maybe you used one
in your insurance work.

- That's actually not bad.
- Thank you.

But when he runs the
name Marius Josepovich
through the database--

Yeah, you're right.
You're fucked.

But that's not your problem.

Your problem is
that you didn't tell me

that covering for you
with Mr. Success

was putting my family
in the crosshairs of some

ex-cop gangster
and some still-cop psycho

looking to pay you back
for taking his eye.

He didn't lose the eye.

They are gonna get to me
sooner or later, okay?

Now, you know, no matter
how pissed off I am at you,

and I fucking am,

that I would never
wanna see you get hurt--

Katie, no.
If they show up,

you tell them
everything you know

about how to find me,
you understand?

Vince is a dangerous man,
but he's not crazy.

As long as you don't get
in his way,

he's got no reason
to hurt you or your family.

I hope you get in the safe.
You are guaranteeing me ten,

even if it's like
Al Capone's vault.

If it's empty,
how am I gonna get you $10,000?

The next safe.
I'm serious.

Guarantee me ten,
or I am on my way
back to White Plains.

Do you not find it odd that
you're asking a convicted
confidence man

to give you
his word of honor?

No, your conviction was
for bank robbery.

Promise me.

All right.

So...

I wait for Grandma to go out
on her daily rounds.

I walk in. I ask Grandpa
for a bond for...

- For Preston James Collins III.
- And he is?

The top name on yesterday's
arrest blotter.

Okay. I ask Grandpa
for a bond for Preston.

My collateral
is this bullshit,

whose value you confirmed
based on your insurance
knowledge.

The thing is, this is
a treasured family heirloom.

Lots of sentimental value.
If I'm gonna let it out
of my sight,

I need to actually see it
get locked in the safe.

- Right.
- You think that'll, uh...

play better if I remove the tag
that says it costs $15?

Look, cut me some slack here,
all right?

- Jesus Christ.
- Okay. Say he buys all that,

opens the safe to put
my precious in,

how the fuck are we supposed
to empty it with him standing
right there?

We don't need to empty it.
We just need to switch out
the cash box.

But even if he doesn't
see you take it,

how is he not gonna
see that it's gone?

Because I'm gonna
switch it out. Look.

He won't notice
the difference?

-No. He's gonna be
too distracted.
- By?

- By the woman having
a seizure on the floor.
- Shit!

This was always
your bread and butter,
all right?

Frank Winslow,
Manhattan North,

Narcotics
and Vice Enforcement.

How exactly
can I help you?

Marius Josepovich?

You're gonna have to be
more specific than that.

His name's come up
in an investigation.

- Narcotics or vice?
- Oh, don't worry,
he's not a suspect.

He's just a former
known associate of
some of the key people.

Detective, if one
of my parolees is
connected to a crime,

- procedure dictates--
- No, no, no.

I wouldn't say
he's connected to it.

Then what would you say?

I think you and I got off
on the wrong foot here.

I am gonna go ahead and call
my own number on that one.

I got sent to a department
mandated shrink for a while,

said I broadcast hostility.

I hear you were a Marine.

- Nope.
- Sorry?

Oh, yeah. No such thing
as a former Marine. Yeah.

Seems like half the guys
in my squad are jarheads.

They join up as soon
as they left active duty.

You ever consider
going that route?

Thought about it.

Even did a full semester
towards an associate degree
in criminal justice

at Duchess Community.

Turns out social work
was more my speed.

The important thing is
we're on the same side.

Oh, yeah?
And what side is that?

Law enforcement?

No, that's where I'm gonna
have to disagree with you.

How's that?

I know not here
to enforce, brother.

I'm here to empower.

You are gonna empower
these shit-stain ex-cons

to do what exactly?

To be their best selves.

All I need is an address
where he's staying.

I'll tell you what,
Detective.

You have questions
for Mr. Josepovich?

Write them down,
I'll make sure he gets them.

Anything other than that,
come back with a warrant.

You gotta be fucking kidding.

You meditate?

No.

That's a shame.

Your friend is charged
with driving his car over
his cousin.

Hope you don't mind me asking,
but just out of curiosity,

how'd you two meet,
you and Mr. Collins?

I was working at a gentlemen's
club down in Orlando...

as a waitress,
thank you very much.

Anyway, Press was security,

made sure nobody touched
the girls, that kind of thing.

He was the only boy there
I could ever talk to.

I'm sorry about this.
I just-- After the stroke,

sometimes it just feels
like my fingers belong
to someone else.

- I won't take it.
- Give us a half hour.

This is ridiculous.
I-- I have--

I'll get you the ten grand.
I'm sorry about that.

There's really no way
to get to the car?

It's in the impound lot,
Katie, the impound lot.

It's barbed wire.
There's security cameras.

- It's a houseful of cops.
- So you're running?

You've got your bugout bag
inside, yeah?

Toss it in my trunk.
I will drive you to
the train station right now.

What is there
to think about?

You said it yourself,
you are blown here.

So-- So you can't go
to the city. So what?

You head west, south.

You always land
on your feet.

Where's that leave Eddie?

No worse off than he is now.

You said this Vince guy
likes him.

- Everybody likes him.
- Marius!

Katie!

How many times you figure
you started over?

I don't know. Five.

Six, if you, uh, count

the two weeks I ran away
to Tunica when I was 17.

- I'm gonna get you
the ten grand.
- Yeah.

- Couldn't get her back, huh?
- Sorry.

- It's not your fault.
- We all forget things
sometimes.

No, the combo is a mashup
of the girls' birthdays.

I remember the day
we chose it.

No way I'd forget that.

Well, maybe you just
got the sequence--

I did not forget!

Maybe it got reset
by accident.

Grandpa, this is
a three-wheel dial lock.

In order to reset it,
you have to have a rep come out

from the manufacturer
with a change key.

You've seen these
in your insurance work?

All the time. Yeah.

Any chance
you could crack one?

- Hello? A.J.
- Marius?

She told me it was too risky
for us to talk directly.

No, I'm not calling
about that.

I'm calling about
your day job.

How soon can you be
in Bridgeport?

This time of day,

hour and a quarter,
little less if I push it.

Listen,
I got a score lined up.

It turns into a pumpkin
at 4:30 or 5:00.

The hardware's
an Excelsior 500 series.

There's ten grand in it
for you.

On top of whatever my cut
from the Turk turns out to be?

I told you,
it has nothing
to do with that.

All right, I'm in.

Just like that?

Ten grand. Why not?

Well, honestly,
after what happened
with Charlie,

I'm surprised that you'd be in
on any of it with me, but--

Charlie's the reason
I came in.

You know what I mean.
You know what I mean.

I hesitated,
I'm not gonna lie.

Ended up deciding,
if she doesn't blame you,

hard to see how I can.

And I appreciate that, A.J.
Thank you.

I'm at Bernhart Bail Bonds
on Gold Street.

It's near the courthouse,
all right?

All right.
Anything I need to know?

Yeah, my name's Pete Murphy.

I'm an insurance investigator.

And that's how we met.

I guess that plays.
Anything else?

You ever have to fake
a seizure?

"Aunt Carly,
naps are for babies."

Thanks for getting her down.

- Lance was here last night.
- As in, like...

he stopped by?

As in he slept over.

Jesus.
Julia, we talked about this.

Why don't we just skip the part
where I get sex advice

from my 16-year-old
little sister?

If you didn't want to talk
about it, how come you told me?

Ellen saw him leaving this
morning, she might mention it.

- Did you fuck him?
- Carly!

- Did you make him wrap it up?
- We are not talking about this.

I'm just trying to make sure
that you're staying safe.

You know, they show us
these scare photos
in health ed--

Lance is fine!

Jesus. I hope he's fine.

Is he still seeing
that lying whore Trisha?

I don't know.

Maybe.

He kept getting these texts,
trying to hide them from me.

Pete and Taylor had quite
the night last night.

Why? What'd you hear?

Just that Pete
didn't sleep at home.

Maybe he went home
with a girl.

He's kind of cute.

He's our cousin!

Did he turn out
like you thought he would?

When I imagined him
as a grownup,

I wasn't assuming
he'd spend his teenage years

on his own with
our crazy Aunt Maggie.

Aunt Maggie was crazy?

It's hard to tell what I
actually remember from what
I managed to piece together--

- Piece together how?
- Huh?

I've spent a lot of time
trying to piece stuff together

about Mom and Dad,
but since nobody
in this family

ever actually talks
about anything--

there's not much
to work with.

Right after Mom and Dad--

I found these letters.

Actually, "found" is wrong.

I rescued them from the trash.

Audrey must have found them
when she was going through
Mom's things--

Julia!
What were the letters?

Turns out,
after Aunt Maggie took off,

she and Mom stayed in touch

for a while, a few months.

I cannot believe you are just
telling me about this now!

They're really
not that big a deal.

Obviously all I have
is Maggie's letters to Mom,
not the ones Mom sent.

Seems like mostly she's trying
to get Maggie to come back

and patch things up
with Audrey.

It's pretty fucking sad,
if you ask me.

Whatever.
I still wanna read.

Just do us both a favor.

Make sure Audrey
doesn't see them.

Yeah. Done.

Hi, it's me again.
I need you to call me back.

Now, I completely understand
the delay is not--

that it's due to circumstances
beyond your--

beyond anyone's control,

but there's just so long
I can stay on this--

this hamster wheel

robbing Peter to Pay Paul.

So there's any way to--

Sorry.
The mailbox is now full.

My grandson says this will be
child's play for you.

He says you could crack this
in your sleep.

Well, sir, although
it's against my nature

to toot my own horn--

- Bo Lockley?
- Otto, it's been a while.

Yeah. Everything all right?

Everything's fine.
I just-- I need Pete
to come with me.

I been around
a lot of blocks, Bo.

If something's happened
to Taylor, I want you
to tell me right now.

No, I swear, though.
It's nothing like that.
Taylor's fine.

He just asked me
to come down

and grab Pete and run him
back to the station house.

Bo, we're kind of in the middle
of something here.

Yeah, why don't I run him by
when we finish up?

Yeah, you know,
I don't think it can wait.

Okay.

Okay.

Fine Keri Russell,
keep your secrets.

I don't even want to know.

Listen, remember that thing
we talked about last night,

your-- your situation?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I'm involved in my own.

And I would have
mentioned it last night,

but, you know, she has
so much to lose, and I--

Anyway, her phone is
in my fuckin' car,
all right?

And if anyone finds it--

And, look, they're fuckin'
grilling me back there, right?

And Bo said if I go anywhere
near the impound lot,

he will rip out my lungs
and shit in the hole.

And I can't ask any of
these guys to go get it,

'cause they know her and they
know her fuckin' husband,

and they'll recognize her phone

because it looks like
it belongs to fuckin' Liberace.

You want me to go down
to your car and get
your girlfriend's phone?

You okay with that?

Yeah.

"Last night
I finally told Pete."

Hey.

How's it going?

- We've hit some snags.
- Yeah?

This old sucker's
a lot more secure
than you thought it was.

Wait, wait. Maybe--

Yep!

Look at at that.
Ready?

- What the hell?
- What?

Oh, holy shit.

Holy fuckin' shit.

The man tells me to bring you,
I bring you.

I'm just saying, man.
If I'm walking into something,

it just wouldn't hurt
to give me a heads up.

Hey, man, hold the door.

- Taking the lady someplace?
- No, the lady's staying here.

Vince wants me
to bring the doc.

Somebody hurt?

Got this neighbor lady
does work for me from
time to time.

Like when your ashes
need hauling?

Man, she's 75 years old.

She looks in on Hushpuppy
when I gotta be out late.

Anyway, she told me about
your little rooftop phone call

you made yesterday after you
Houdini'd out of my zip ties.

She told you,
you told Vince.
Great.

Of all the people
I thought I could count on
not to snitch.

What the fuck are you
talking about, stupid?
The man pays my bills.

All you do is eat my food,
shit up my bathroom.
Come on.

Come on, man. I told you
I wasn't bringing Hushpuppy.

You know how long it's been
since she's had a accident
in here?

But lay down the wee-wee pad,
she's liable to think you
want her to mark them.

- Vince, look, I was
just telling Richard--
- Save it.

You know, straight out of
the Academy, I was assigned

to this neighborhood
stabilization unit

out in Brownsville.

These are during
the Fort Apache days.

You remember that?

Nah. None of you do.
You're too young.

Anyway, murder rate
in the city then was

about four times
what it is now.

So one night I'm out
on patrol with my FTO,

this tough black and blue
named Lonnie Churchill.

Lonnie was-- Like, he could
have been Marvin Hagler's
big brother.

Right?

So one night we're out there,
we get a call on the radio

that there's a robbery
in a Bodega.

So we go screaming up

just as the perp comes
jamming out of the store.

Right? Before we can even
roll to a stop-- Boom!

He fires off a shot at us.

What the fuck? You know?

Just one. I mean, it didn't
come anywhere near us.

I don't think he intended to,
but still.

Anyway, he takes
one look at Lonnie

and practically shits himself.

I mean,
he tosses away the gun

like it was on fire.

Turns out this perp
was just a kid.

And we caught him
a couple times

being the lookout
on a crack corner.

And we'd slap him around,

and we'd let him go
with a warning.

"Don't you ever fuckin' let us
catch you on this block again."

You know, that kind of shit.

This was different.

Now, this kid--
Terrence was his name.

Couldn't be more
than 17 years old.

The kind of kid
who would smile

when he got nervous,
you know?

Even when you're smacking him
around, he'd smile.

It's the damndest thing.

And he'd look up at you with
these big, brown Bambi eyes.

Oh, boy.

Anyway, instead of going
to the house

and booking the kid,
Lonnie has me drive

to one of those
Grandmaster Flash
ghost town streets,

you know, with the busted-out
windows with the cardboard
all over it,

newspapers blowing around
like tumbleweeds,

the stench of piss and pot.

So Lonnie grabs the kid
out of the back of the car,

puts him down
on the ground face-up,

pulls out his arm, right,

between two cinder blocks,

and he tells me,
"Jump on it.

"Both feet,
hard as you can.

Aim for the back
of the elbow."

Bam! Right?

Now, you break
an elbow like that,

and it's just never
gonna heal right.

You could even rupture
the artery, right,

and the kid would lose
his arm.

Now, Terrence knows this,
and he's scared,

smilin' and lookin' at me
with those big, sad eyes.

And I know this, right?
So I pull Lonnie aside,

and I whisper in his ear,

"Lonnie, he's a kid, okay?

"He made a mistake,
all right?

I think he's scared enough."

And so on and so forth.

Lonnie turns to me
and whispers back,

"You want to teach
this kid a lesson?

"You want to do him
a favor?

Give him something
to remember us by."

Well, I-- I-- You know--

Quickly,
Lonnie learns that I--

I just--
I'm not gonna do this.

He can't talk me into it.

Without a word,
picks up the kid,

puts him back
in the back of the car,

off we go to the house
for the booking,

end of story, right?

Seven, eight years later,

I hear about this detective

who gets blasted at a drug rip

in one of the Brownsville
projects, right?

Shooter's in the wind.

Now, any time a cop gets killed,
it's gonna move the needle.

But we were losing guys
every few weeks back then,

so I didn't really
pay much mind to it...

until I heard
the shooter's name.

The next morning,
I answer my door.

Who's there?
Lonnie.

And so I'm thinking,
"Okay, okay.

"I know, I know.
We're going over to Queens.

"We're going
to the dead cop's wake,

pay our respects."

He's right.
It's the least I can do.

Okay. I get it.

Instead of going over
to Queens, though--

Jersey.

He gets on the turnpike
and gets off in Secaucus.

Now, at first I'm relieved,

because, you know,

I didn't really wanna face
this grieving widow

and all the weepy kids

with their snot on their ties

and all that shit, so--

But then Lonnie turns
off the road,

and he starts heading
towards the Meadowlands.

Now... I'm not--

I'm not scared exactly,
not yet.

But I know how many bodies
are buried out there.

But I'm thinking,
"I mean, come on,

"there's no way
that Lonnie is gonna clip me,

"no matter how pissed he is,

"just because I gave
a little kid some compassion.

No way."

But he turns off the road,

gets out, and he leads me
into some weeds, all right?

Now, these weeds are taller

than the both of us
in some spots, right?

So we're working our way
through the weeds,

and out of nowhere,
it opens up,

and there we are
in this little clearing.

And that's when I see them.
There's, like, 12 guys.

Now, there's no uniforms,

but you could tell,
they're all on the job,

and they all got shovels
and quicklime,

and they're standing around
a big rectangle hole

that they just finished digging.

I'm freaking out a little bit.

And then I--
I crane my neck and I see.

Right at the edge of the hole
is a man kneeling.

I don't know how long
they were beating on him,

but his head was so swollen,
it hurt to look at.

And I could still see him

looking up at me
with his sad eyes.

Only now, it's just
through a little slit,

'cause it's so swollen.

And he still had
that nervous smile.

Only now, I couldn't see
any of his teeth

on account of all the blood.

And I could feel
those cops looking at me...

boring a hole into my head.

I don't know what the fuck
Lonnie told them,

but Lonnie...

squeezes a burner...

into my hand.

And I look at this thing,
and there's no tape on the grip.

Why?

'Cause as soon as it's over,

this is gonna go in the hole
with that motherfucker.

And the quicklime will wipe out
any of the prints.

So...

Anyway, he puts that gun
in my hand.

He takes a look at Terrence
on his knees,

shaking with fear,

swollen face looking up at us,

hoping he's not gonna be killed.

And Lonnie comes up to me,

and he just whispers in my ear,

"Okay, motherfucker.

"You broke it.

You bought it."

Vince, look--

- No, listen--
- Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

It's best for you not
to say anything right now.

Hello?

Okay, by my math,

to keep on track
to our deadline,

you should be sitting on

about sixty-thou
at this moment.

What are you doing?
Are you calling to fuck with me?

You wanna twirl your mustache
a little bit?

No, I'm calling you
because...

Eddie needs to hear
his brother's voice
right now.

Get the bolt cutters.

No, no, no!
Wait, Vince!

Wait, wait, Vince!
Wait, wait, wait!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!
No, no, no, Vince!

Vince, I told you
I'd take care of this.

Marius can you still hear me?

Vince?
Vince, you listen to me.

You've spent years building
a reputation as a man of
your word.

If it gets around that
you started chopping
Eddie's fingers

before the fuckin' week is up,

all that's out the window!

You hear me?

Vince?

Vince, I'm begging you!

Well, I appreciate that,
Marius,

but this is
between Eddie and me.

- Just take a second.
- Hey, hey.

Vince? Vince, you want me?

Here I am!

It's too late for that,
Marius.

If you want to help
your brother,

help him focus
on something far away.

Marius! Make him stop!

Please, Marius.

- Please, no!
- You broke it.

- Please make him stop!
- You bought it.

Marius, please! Please!

Please, Marius!

Please tell them!
Please make them stop!

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,
listen to me.

You remember
on your ninth birthday,

I took you to ride
the Cyclone at Coney Island,

and we had to sneak past
the ticket taker,

because you were too small?

And when we were clicking up
the first rise,

do you remember
what you said to me?

Eddie, what did you say
to me?

I said I was scared.

And what did I tell you?

Put my head on your chest.

Close my eyes.

That you would be scared
for the both of us.

Marius...

I'm scared.