All language subtitles for Memory_of_a_Killer_S01E05[_24319]_Legendas01.ENG

JOE: Previously on
Memory of a Killer.

- (Gunshot)
- DUTCH: Let me be real clear.

You work for me.

I've always given you
your space,

your freedom, but you got no
family at home to worry about.

No offence to Michael. I do.

WOMAN, MAN:
To Leah.

WOMAN: Those are
for Mom's birthday?

I'm going to put them
on her headstone.

MARIA: It's just that
I miss her so much.

ANGELO:
How's he doing, Jane?

JANE:
He has good days and bad.

He spoke to me for
the first time in weeks.

I think that he would
really benefit from this.

(Sirens wailing, car
horns honking distantly)

Girl leaves every night at
11:00 like clockwork.

Think he pays her
in diamonds?

Man, I can't believe his
own brother paid big money

to get him eliminated.

MAN: Angelo, you're the
only one he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

♪

(Geese squawking)

LEAH:
I really do love it here.

It's quiet.

It's peaceful.

ANGELO:
I knew you would, Leah.

I can't even remember
the last time

you and I just sat
like this...

...without something pulling
you away.

Why don't we come back here
for our 25th anniversary

and renew our vows?

It's not about that, honey.

It's-- It's about
our everyday lives.

Let's move here.

To Montana?

Yes.

What? What?

Maria's off to grad school.

We could sell the house,

buy some land here,

live the life
we've always talked about.

(Exhaling)

♪

♪ Come on-a my house,
my house ♪

♪ I'm gonna give you candy ♪

Oh.
Nice.

♪ Come on-a my house,
my house ♪

Nice! It's gonna be the
best thing you'll eat all week.

Michael, you got to
chop finer than that.

Looks like a bird's
nest over there.

MICHAEL: Oh, I'm doing
my best over here.

DUTCH: Ang, don't forget
the parmesan.

- Yes, Chef.
- MICHAEL: Where's JB?

Surprised your
brother's missing out

on this, uh,
culinary nirvana.

Well, you know JB.

Always a dollar late
and a day short.

Remember when JB talked you into
taking Bianchi's green Caddy?

Oh, that was, uh, Dutch.

And it wasn't green.

It was a cherry
red Coupe Deville.

How could we not
take it for a spin?

Especially after
I hotwired it.

I kept lookout.

That's right. You did.

Plus, we'd turned 16.

They would have let you
off with a caution.

Yeah, right.

But then... uh... uh...

What's his name?

Bianchi?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bianchi.

The old man came
out with a bat swinging.

His face was so red, I thought
he was going keel over

- right there.
- It scared the hell out of me.

After we eat, I need a word.

Yeah. I need to
talk to you, too.

That is love right there

on the plate, gentlemen.

- And look who it is.
- Hey.

You remember
Joe, Maggie's nephew?

- MICHAEL: Joe, good to see you.
- Hey, Joe.

You still developing
that dating app?

- Didn't pan out?
- Not exactly.

That's a hell of
an understatement.

It died a painful death.

Took a big bite out of my
wallet in the process.

Yeah. "Profligate."

That's the word.

But he's a good kid.

Joe's going to work here, put
a dent in what he owes me.

- Come on. Let's eat.
- Alright.

ANGELO:
Here. Want one?

Here we go.

Wow.

("Moonlight Sonata" playing)

♪

It's beautiful as always.

MICHAEL:
Beethoven.

It helps me think.

Feeling alright?

MICHAEL:
Why wouldn't I?

You seem a little tired.

Somewhere along the way,
I've become a lightweight.

Don't kid yourself.

You've always been
a lightweight.

- (Laughing)
- (Angelo laughing)

I wanted to tell you...

...I'm leaving.

Leaving. Quitting.

(Music stopping abruptly)

Does, uh, Dutch know?

No. Not yet.

I mean, he isn't just going
to let you walk away.

- You know that, right?
- (Inhaling, exhaling)

- Remember Don Morelli?
- Mm-hmm.

He wanted out, too. Moved
his family down to Florida.

Thought he was free.

Week later, Don's car went up
in flames with him inside.

That's what leaving
looks like.

It's time.

- Hey, Joey-boy!
- Oh. Hey. Hey, JB. JB!

JB, I'm not going to get into it
with you tonight, alright?

- You're drunk.
- Drunk?

- Yeah.
- Sure, but I'm not blind.

Listen to me. I'm only trying
to help you with Dutch.

I don't need your help.

Just-- I've seen it
all before, okay?

Guys come in. They
think they're special.

Tougher than you.

Smarter than you.

Then my brother
gets tired of them.

Guess what?

They realize... they're not
so special anymore.

So enjoy your seat
at the table, my friend.

But just don't be surprised

if he yanks it out
from under you.

Joey-boy.
(Chuckling)

Hi, JB.

(Tense music playing)

(Knocking)

Now a good time?

Yeah.

What's up?

I want to leave New York.

No more assignments.

No more jobs.

But your whole life is here.

I mean, why-- why would
you want to leave?

Where would you even go?

Texas, Nevada.

Someplace quiet.

What, you going
to be a cowboy?

Raise cattle? I mean,
come on. That's not you.

So why don't you tell
me what's really going on?

Nobody can do
this job forever,

and I want to... bow out
before the inevitable.

Plus... we're not
getting any younger.

- Eh, speak for yourself.
- ANGELO: Or sharper.

You make a mistake, and you
get a soggy zeppole.

It's not fatal. Me?

(Inhaling, exhaling)

Yeah. I hear you.

I hear you, buddy.

And nobody can say
you haven't earned it.

So we're cool?

I hate to see you go.
It's not going to be the same,

but I don't know.
If that's what you want.

Just promise me you're
not going to be a stranger.

You know, pop back
every once in a while.

- That's it?
- No, that's not it.

Have a seat.

(Dutch sighing)

JB's been stealing.

Books aren't lining up.

Three hundred grand.

Maybe more.

- You're sure?
- Cash has been bleeding out

for months.

Deposits light here and there,

a few hundred, a thousand.

Last week, a whole drop
never even showed up at all,

and he is blatant about it.

I mean, I asked around.

He's been spreading cash,

showering women
with designer bags,

jewelry, trips.

And then tonight,
he strolls in

with a brand-new $50,000
watch on his wrist,

like he's daring me
to notice,

like he's mocking me.

My own kid brother.

I mean, he's always
been a screw-up,

and I-- I covered for him,
like, a million times,

but this?

Stealing from me,
from family,

and laughing
while he does it,

that's... that's a line
you don't come back from.

He's your brother.

Yeah. That's
the whole point, Angelo.

If word gets out

one of my own is stealing
from me and I let it slide,

everything I built
is going to crumble,

and I ain't going
to let that happen,

not for JB,
not for no one.

And you're sure about this?

It's the last thing I'm
going to ask of you.

Take care of JB,

and I promise you're done.

(Theme music playing)

- JOE: One more. One more.
- MAN: Okay.

This is, uh, "Can I...

have... your... number?"

- Okay. Can I...
- Mm-hmm.

...have your number?

- CARLO: Yeah!
- JOE: She's cute?

CARLO: Yeah, she's cute.
What do you mean?

JOE:
Yeah. (Chuckling)

Carlo, go wait
out front for your mom.

You were on dishes this morning.

Yeah.

Yeah? Well, do them again.

Come on. I mean, you must
have somebody on staff

that handles that kind of thing.

Excuse me? You are staff.

All I'm saying is,
Carlo doesn't do dishes.

Am I not family, too?

My son had this exact
job when he was 16,

and his dishes came
out spotless. You know why?

- No.
- Because he gave a damn.

Because he had
pride in his work.

- It's just dishes.
- No. It's about being given

a simple task and
doing it right.

(Elevator dinging)

(Elevator dinging)

(Knocking)

Angelo. Hey.

Uh, could have called.

Mind if I come in?

Uh, sure. (Chuckling)

- Thanks.
- Don't mind the mess.

- Maid's week off.
- Yeah.

JB: Check you out.

Always in those fancy suits,

making us look bad over here.

You know, I don't
think you've been here

since Kaleen left. Yeah.

Those bottom-feeding lawyers

drained me dry in the divorce.

Got to keep the apartment,

though, so that's good.

Anybody else here?

Uh... no. Why?

Do you know why I'm here?

What? No. What's going on?

I don't know.

- You tell me.
- Whoa.

Anything you want
to get off your chest?

Wait a second. Okay.

Hold on.

Dutch found out about my
little side hustle?

Okay. Look. My bad,

but isn't this
a little extreme?

I mean, it's
not that big a deal.

You stole 300 grand.

I would say that's
a very big deal.

What? From Dutch?

No. I would never do that.

How do you explain that?

- Oh.
- It's a nice watch.

Uh... see, I, um,

been running numbers
for the Grillo family.

Nothing major. Just a
little gambling racket,

and I didn't tell Dutch
because with my past and all,

you know how he gets.

But if he's pissed,
I'll cut him in.

But I'm not stupid enough to
steal from my brother. No way.

The drops have been
light for months.

You do the drops.

You do the deposits.

No. No. See, we have a system.

I collect from the clients.

I go to the banks.

I get the deposit slips.

I give them to Michael.

He logs them in the books.
Simple as that.

What about the big
drop last week,

the one you pocketed?

Ten grand from
the McNeill hit?

I gave that to
Michael on Tuesday!

Look. Just ask him, okay?

I mean, I know
he's-- he's-- he's--

he's been a little off lately.

I don't know. Maybe
he misplaced it,

but I never skimmed
a dime, Angelo.

On my mother.

(Phone ringing)

- (Clicking)
- Hey, baby.

I did it! I actually did it.

I put in my resignation
at the school today,

and I talked to a realtor.

They already have buyers
interested in the house.

They think it's
going to move fast.

Wow. Oh, well, that's great.

LEAH: A little scary, but
good scary, right?

We're actually doing this,

our next chapter,

just you and me.

Have you talked
to your boss yet,

put in your two weeks?

Yes, I have.

I just have this...

...one last big sale at
the convention,

and then I'm done.

LEAH:
That's amazing.

I can't wait.

I can't, either.

I'm so excited.

(Knocking)

Michael!

(Doorknob rattling)

(Tense music playing)

Michael, what did you do?

- Huh?
- Impressive. Very clean.

But I'd expect
no less from Ricardo.

What are you talking
about? I did this.

Where do we keep the bleach?

- (Chuckling)
- That's what I thought.

I don't really know what
the matter is.

I mean, the job
got finished and--

It matters because
I told you to do it.

Yeah but everyone got
what they wanted.

I mean, Ricardo's girl has
been begging him

to take them to that new club
on 11th. I hooked them up.

You get a clean kitchen.
It's a win-win.

That's your problem, Joe.

You're always focused on the
angle and not the task at hand.

Look. I didn't really come
here to do grunt work,

so if you're not going
to utilize my strengths,

I'm not really
sure why I'm here.

I'm starting
to think the same.

ANGELO: Why aren't you
answering your phone?

What are you doing here?

This house was so nice
when we were kids.

ANGELO:
It was always a dump.

Hard to believe we
held Dad's wake here.

Whole neighborhood came by.

Michael, what's going on?

I was in your office.

(Sighing)

Something's wrong with me.

I can't keep
anything straight.

I write it all down so
I don't screw up,

but it's not working anymore.

How long's this been
going on?

Months. Years, maybe,

if I'm honest.

I never saw it.

I got creative hiding it.

I been bouncing deposits from
one offshore account to another.

But I lost track
of what went where.

Now, the money's just gone.

I mean, why didn't you come
to me with this sooner?

I know this only
goes one of two ways.

Dutch finds out the money
is missing

and thinks I'm stealing,

or he finds out my
head's not right

and I'm a liability
because I know too much.

Either way,
I'm a dead man.

I'm sorry
I screwed up so bad.

We'll figure it out.

We have to.

♪

Okay, Michael.
Let's keep going.

I want to see how you
do on a memory test, okay?

I'm going to tell
you a little story,

and I want you to remember
the details. Alright?

Then I'm going to
switch to another task

before we go back
to the story.

- Yes.
- (Phone buzzing)

DOCTOR:
A man goes to the market

to buy bread, milk,
and a dozen eggs,

and then on the way home,

he stops at the post office
to buy a roll of stamps.

Got it?

Alright. Now, can you tell me

what the man bought
at the market?

Bread, milk, and, um...

...stamps.

Alright.
Let's shift gears.

- Seven plus six.
- Thirteen.

DOCTOR:
Twelve minus four.

- Eight.
- Sixteen minus seven.

- Nine.
- Alright.

Now, what did the man
buy at the market?

Bread... and...

(Tense music playing)

(Groaning)

(Banging)
I don't remember.

(Sighing)
I need some air.

- Okay. Is that okay?
- Yes, absolutely.

Alright.

- It's okay.
- Yeah.

I'll be right out.

(Michael exhaling)

DOCTOR:
Mm.

Is it a brain tumor,
a stroke? What is it?

With a brain tumor, there
are usually headaches,

and a stroke
comes on suddenly.

Based on what
you told me earlier,

I mean,
and what I'm seeing now,

my worry is Alzheimer's
disease.

Alzheimer's?

He's just...

He's so young. He's just
a few years older than I am.

But early onset
can happen in your 40s.

Look. I'll do
some routine bloodwork,

but he needs to
see a specialist.

- Okay.
- Get a full workup,

imaging, cognitive testing.

And if he has Alzheimer's?

There are medications
that can help slow

the progression
of the disease.

- Right.
- But they can't reverse it.

Here's a referral to
a neurologist.

Okay.

DOCTOR:
He'll do a full evaluation.

- And Angelo?
- Mm-hmm?

Early onset Alzheimer's
can progress rapidly,

and he's already
expressing frustration.

He's going to need
a lot of support.

(Tense music playing)

MICHAEL: You gonna tell
me where we're going?

ANGELO:
Somewhere you'll be safe.

There's someone
I want you to meet.

So, this is yours?

Yeah.

You have a wife
and daughter?

Yeah.

And you never told me?

I had to keep this separate.

Safe.

Here, I can be
somebody else.

People see a as husband,

as a father.

As a good man.

I've had a family all
this time that I've never met.

Now, you can.

(Exhaling)

Once you introduce me
as your brother,

there's no going back.

I know.

You'll come with us
to Montana,

and you'll be free of
Dutch forever.

If she doesn't leave
you on the spot.

(Exhaling)

- (Quiet music playing)
- (Door opening)

ANGELO:
(Calling) Leah?

Hey, honey! In the kitchen!

ANGELO:
Hey.

LEAH: Honey, I wasn't
expecting you until tomorrow.

How was the conference?

Oh, hello. Who's this?

Michael.
(Chuckling)

Uh, Angelo's...
work friend.

Work friend?

Wow. You might be the first
one I've ever met.

Nice to meet you, Michael.
Tell me about yourself.

You married? Have kids?

MICHAEL:
Nope. Haven't found anybody

to put up with me long term.

LEAH: Oh, I find that hard
to believe.

But if you want me to set you up
with one of my girlfriends,

you let me know.

You got to join us for dinner.

We can swap some war
stories about this guy.

Oh, I got plenty of those,

but... I got to get back.

Our boss is a bit
of a hard-ass.

Oh, yeah.

LEAH: Sure not going to miss
that, huh, babe?

No.

LEAH: I'm throwing him
a retirement party.

Oh, you are?

- Yes, I am. Mwah.
- Ah.

And you should join us

and bring some folks from
the office.

It'll be fun.

I'll spread the word. Yeah.

Why did you do that?

Because I saw what you have.

This life, it's real,
and it's good.

And there's no way for you
to tell that woman

you've been lying to her for 25
years and not blow it all up.

If Dutch finds out
about your...

...he's going to kill you.

You built something
beautiful here.

I'm not going to be
the reason it gets ruined.

Thank you.

You took a big
risk showing me all this.

I promise I'll keep your
secret as best I can.

- I know you will.
- For as long as I can.

I know you will.

(Patting firmly)

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

(Tense music playing)

(Classical music playing)

(Papers crinkling)

DUTCH:
Okay. Uh, what time?

Alright.

Um, I think so.

Angelo!
Let me call you back.

(Hanging up phone)

What's going on with that
thing I told you to do?

It's in motion.
So, a couple of pieces

still need to fall into
place, but I'm on it.

Hold off on it.

Tell your brother he's
got to be here tomorrow.

Me and him are going
to sit down,

go through the books deposit
by deposit. Full inventory.

I want an accounting
of every missing cent.

You got it.

(Tense music playing)

Hey, Joe.

Someone's stealing from Dutch.

(Chuckling) Oh, yeah? What
kind of idiot would do that?

I don't know, but
we're getting a lot of tips.

Thought you might want
to help out.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

You wanna move up, right?

Dutch respects someone who
takes initiative.

I've got a hunch.

It may not work,
but there you go.

Kaleen, JB's ex?

Drop her a line.

She may know more
than she's letting on.

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

Hey, Kaleen.

You still interested
in getting back at JB?

Great. Someone will be
paying you a visit.

This is what
you need to say.

I'll handle the rest.

(Ominous music playing)

(Car horns honking
distantly, thunder rumbling)

(Humming)

(Humming)

(Yawning)

Oh! Uh, Dutch.

You skipping town?

Bags packed
and ready to go.

JB:
I-- I didn't pack those.

No? Those aren't
your suitcases?

Tags don't have your
name on it?

- Yeah--
- Innocent man doesn't run.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.

What the hell
is going on here?

I spoke to Kaleen. She said
you were planning to bolt

before things got too messy.

Kaleen? Kalee--

Kaleen hates my guts!

I slept with her sister,
you know, Dutch.

I mean, she's wanted to stick
a knife in me for years.

She'd say anything if
she thought it would bury me.

That's why I had to come see
it with my own eyes.

You really think that
I'd steal from my own brother?

Somebody's setting me up.

Oh, I see. You already made
your decision, huh, Dutch?

I'm the black sheep, huh?

Yeah. I'm the loser,
the degenerate.

Nothing I say matters,
does it?

JB, haven't I always been
there for you?

Haven't I pulled
you out of the fire

more times than I
can even count?

Then why'd you sic
your attack dog on me?

Because you don't
steal from me.

I didn't!!

(JB grunting)

- (Dutch grunting)
- (JB crying out)

(JB groaning)

(Panting)
Dutch...

Look at me, huh?

Look me in the eyes.

I'm not some punk
off the street!

I'm your kid brother!

I looked up to you!
I love you!

I've always wanted
to be you!

I know that.

That's what makes this
so damn hard.

Please, don't do this.

Did you talk to him?
Did you talk to Michael?

Did you-- Did he tell you?

What is he talking about?

I give the deposit slips
to Michael.

He-- he puts them
in the books.

I swear to God, I'd never
skim a dime from you.

On our mother I
swear to you, Dutch.

I swear.

JOE: Dutch, something
you should probably see.

What?

JB: Oh, God!
I'm going to be sick.

DUTCH: Yeah? Right. No.
You're not going to skip--

It's not mine. I don't-- I don't
know where that came from.

I swear I don't
know where that came from!

- Take care of him.
- JB: Dutch, please!

You're my brother.
You're my brother, Dutch!

(Cocking gun)

Don't do this!

Angelo, you gotta talk to him!

You're the only one
he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

(Supressed shot firing)

Take it as a reminder.

Loyalty's everything.

- Dutch, I can't--
- DUTCH: Put it on.

You did good, kid.

If you hadn't
talked to Kaleen,

JB would have disappeared
with my cash.

You showed initiative.

I got big plans for you.

I won't let you down.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Clinking)

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

(Chattering quietly)

Kaleen, hey.

♪ Gratia plena ♪

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

Thanks.

♪ Dominus ♪

You alright?

Yes.

♪ Tecum ♪

Means a lot you all came.

JB always did love being
the center of attention, right?

(Dutch chuckling)

My brother wasn't perfect.

None of us are, but, uh, he
had the biggest heart.

Always wanted to make
everybody laugh,

and he just had that way

of lighting up whatever
room he went into.

To JB. Buonanima.

Buonanima.

(Phone buzzing, chiming)

Thank you for coming.

Before he died,

my brother said he handed
you the deposit slips

- after every drop.
- That's true. He did.

So tell me this. How do
hundreds of thousands

go missing
right under your nose?

I should have caught it.

DUTCH:
Why didn't you?

Were you in on it with JB?

Dutch, Michael
would never steal--

He can speak for himself.

I didn't steal anything.

I just couldn't keep
track of books.

You've been doing the
books for 30 years!

Yes, but now, things
don't stick in my head

the way they used to.
I-- I lose track.

Names, numbers,
whole conversations.

I-- I can't...

It's like a-- a signal
goes out in my head, and--

What are you saying?

Your memory's going?
You're--

Dementia?

See, JB could
see what was going on,

and he was taking advantage.

Is that what happened,
Michael?

I should have come
to you sooner,

admitted how bad
it'd gotten.

The truth is, I couldn't even
admit it to myself.

You're right. You should have
come to me sooner.

But JB's choices
were his alone.

I don't think he
could ever stomach

- living in my shadow.
- ANGELO: Hmm.

It ate at him,

made him do stupid things.

- Yeah.
- Dumb bastard.

- Let's go.
- MICHAEL: Mm.

Okay. Uh, hey,
I'll call you later.

Yeah.

You know,
when I was a kid,

I had a grandmother
had dementia.

She was a tough woman,

but that disease...
took its toll.

- Chin up.
- Yeah.

We'll get you
the best doctors.

We're going to do whatever
it takes, alright?

MICHAEL:
Yeah. Thank you.

(Door opening)

DUTCH:
Goodnight, Michael.

(Door closing)

One way or another,

JB needed to go.

But now, we got another
problem, don't we?

All that Michael knows
about this business,

about you, about me,

and now, his mind
is failing him.

Michael can be trusted.

You don't know that, Angelo.

It has to be done.

Let's get him help.

Someplace private.

And if he says the wrong thing
to the wrong person, what?

It's a horrible thing
to mourn a brother.

I wouldn't wish it on
anyone, especially you,

but... I'm not asking.

I'll do anything.

What does that mean?

I'll stay.

I'll do whatever
you need me to do,

so long as he stays safe.

So you'll manage him?

You'll make sure he
stays in line?

Yeah, as long as he's alive.

I know a place. They'll
keep an eye on him.

But he's got to go today.

Understood.

(People chattering)

- (Chiming)
- MAN ON SPEAKER: Uh, Dr. Lewis

to the pharmacy, please.
Dr. Lewis to the pharmacy.

MAN: I-- I feel better
when I--

WOMAN 1: Mr. Lewis, we need
you back in your room, please!

I don't belong here. I'm--
I'm not this far gone.

- I know.
- I don't want to stay here.

I know. I know,

but it's the only place I can
keep you safe.

- Calm down.
- Stop saying that!

It's not your job to
keep me safe!

It never was.

I know what you did to him.

Who?

To Dad.

The last time he beat
me when we were teenagers,

the time I ended up
in the hospital.

I know you went home that
night and killed him.

No. No. You're confused.

I didn't want
Dad dead, Angelo.

I didn't want any of this.

You tell yourself
your job is to protect me,

but I've never
felt safe since.

Michael.

- Michael.
- WOMAN 2: Are you Michael?

I'm Jane. Nice to meet you.

- Yeah.
- Welcome.

- Hi, Jane.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I'm going to show
you your room, okay?

I think you're going
to like it.

It's, uh-- it's my
favorite. (Laughing)

It has a very nice view.

Actually, I think it's the
best one in the whole place.

Can I give you a hand?

MICHAEL:
Okay.

JANE:
You alright?

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

(Keys clattering)

Hey, baby! Perfect timing.

Turned out pretty good,
I think.

- ANGELO: Mmm.
- Maybe a little bit heavy

on the garlic,
but not too bad.

No. It's great.

It's more than great.

It's delicious.

Mm. Maria called
earlier today.

We're finally hitting
the tennis courts.

I love that we're going
to have time

for fun things like that.

I found these incredible
hiking trails in Montana that--

We can't go.

What?

The timing isn't... right.

Uh, I-- I quit my job.

The house is on the market.

We have an open
house this weekend.

What do you mean,
it's not the right time?

I have people depending
on me at work...

that need me,

that I can't let down.

How about
letting me down?

I thought this
was about us,

about you finally picking
your family over work.

But here we are.

Same story.

ANGELO:
It's not the same.

You and Maria,

you're everything.

I don't know what it is,

but you've been
hiding something.

I've felt it for years.

I-- I looked
the other way,

made excuses,
but not anymore.

I don't know who's
sitting across from me

right now, but you're not
the man I married.

(Ominous music playing)

(Garbage truck
whirring, rattling)

Here we go.

Perfect sound coverage.

(Truck noise continuing)

And there she goes.

(Truck noise continuing)

He's not opening the window.

He will. He always does.

(Truck noise continuing)

(Compactor screeching,
stopping)

ANGELO: Find out why
that sound stopped.

We need it to cover the shot.

Something just got tangled.

They're fixing it.
Just give them a minute.

Man, I can't believe his
own brother paid big money

to get him eliminated.

ANGELO:
He's your brother.

It's the last thing I'm
going to ask of you.

JOE: Dutch, something
you should see.

Did you talk to him?
Did you talk to Michael?

I'm shooting through
the glass.

A lot riskier, isn't it?

Take care of him.

- (Gun firing)
- (Glass splintering)

Yeah, or you could
just do that.

Nice shot.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Angelo groaning)

I'll meet you in the car.

You okay?

ANGELO:
Yeah.

(Thunder rumbling)

JB: Angelo, you got to talk
to him! He's the only--

You're the only one
he'll listen to!

Angelo, please!
I don't deserve to die!

(Firing)

(Gun firing)

(Thunder rumbling)

Alright.

Angelo, come on.
We got to go.

ANGELO: I killed them
for you, Michael.

Both of them.

To keep you safe.

Dad and...

JOE: (Muffled) Angelo,
what are you talking about?

What do you mean? Look.

You killed your father
and who else?

He didn't steal Dutch's money.

JOE: Angelo!

What are you talking about?

(Ominous music playing)

(Theme music playing)