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ROCCO: There's two kinds
of people in this world
when you boil it all down.

You've got your talkers
and you've got your doers.

Most people are just talkers.
All they got is talk.

But when all is said and done,
it's the doers who
change this world.

And when they do that,
they change us.

And that's why
we never forget them.

So, which one are you?

Do you just talk about it

or do you stand up
and do something about it?

Because believe you me,
all the rest of it is
just coffeehouse bullshit.

POPPA: Peace, they say,
is the enemy of memory.

So it had been for my boys.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

For some time now,
the past had felt
like a dream to them,

faded and worn.

And then suddenly,
as if not a day had passed,

it was back.

I could see it
in their eyes.

I could feel it,
heavy in their presence.

Something calling them back.

(RAIN PATTERING)

Something's happened.

No! Stop! Stop, stop!

Please, stop!
Oh, God!
Please! Please!

God, no, stop...

(GUN FIRES)

A priest?

Did they
release his name?

No, but I made a few calls.
I still have friends
in the diocese there.

McKinney.
Father Douglas McKinney.

You knew him?

Knew of him. Everybody did.

He's a good man.

Youth hostels, soup kitchens.

He even made it to
the papers sometimes.

Look, boys, I think it's best

if you just stay put

until we try to figure out
what the hell is going on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Aren't you at least gonna try
and talk them out of this?

For all we know,
it could be somebody

just trying to get
away with murder here.

Aye.

Only there's a thousand
easier ways to do that.

Trust me.

Someone's trying
to call them out.

You kill a priest,
in a church,

and make it look
like it was them.

Bring them back
with a vengeance.

Someone thinks
it's really clever.

Only one problem
with this little plan.

What's that?

It worked.

(LINE OF BLOOD PLAYING)

♪ Well, it was said
on the day of my birth

♪ A ghost of a dead man
walked the earth

♪ And my mama
don't love me none

♪ She hates everything
my daddy done

♪ They say
I'm the bastard son

♪ Of one bad motherfucking
line of blood

♪ They say
I'm the bastard son

♪ Of one bad motherfucking
line of blood ♪

Jesus Christ,
there's too much here
that we don't know.

If you won't at least try
and talk some sense in them,

I will!

(BANGS CUP ON TABLE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(STAMMERING) Exactly
what do you intend to do?

Every last motherfucker
that had anything
to do with it.

There is no new information
on the victim found slain

this morning
inside the Church
of the Holy Saints.

As you can see,
the size of the crowd here
has increased substantially

as we have confirmed
that the body

was ritualized with
pennies in the eyes.

Many remember this as
the grisly calling card

of the prolific
vigilante killers
known as the Saints,

who went on a murder
spree here in Boston.

A rampage that ended
eight years ago

when the Saints brazenly
walked into open court

and executed Mafia don
Poppa Joe Yakavetta

before a courtroom
of terrified witnesses

and then simply
disappeared without a trace.

As police have yet
to confirm the Saints'
possible involvement,

the ominous question
hangs heavy in the air.

"Are they back?"

(PANTING)

We need to keep
our heads here.

It's probably
not even them.

Course it ain't them.
It doesn't really matter,
does it?

All our skeletons
just came screaming
out of the closet.

We're fucked!
We're not fucked!

We are totally fucked!
And not just fucked.

Like elephant-dick-
pounded-in-the-ass,
no-reach-around,

jungle-fucked!
Now's not the time
to panic, green beans!

I disagree! Now is
a perfect time to panic.
We are all accessories...

Don't fucking say it!
I'm gonna say it,
all right.

You've got a mouth
on you, Greenly.

Both of you calm down.
Just calm down.

Shut the fuck up!

(OFFICER CLEARING THROAT)

Her ETA's 10 minutes.

Thanks, Seamus.
(CLICKS TONGUE)

I didn't even know
he had a protégée.

What is this bullshit?

Special Agent Eunice Bloom.

Eunice?

Eunice.

Born Savannah, Georgia,
32 years of age.

Smecker plucked her
right out of
class at Quantico.

Smecker handpicked her?

Oh, man, this broad's
going to be a nightmare.

She was assigned to
OCD two years back.

She can shoot a gun.

Set three course records
during her training.

Great. A bull dyke
Annie Oakley wannabe.

We got to get rid of her.

It's worse.

She's also an authority
on the Saints' case,

which means

Smecker must have
walked her through it
before he...

And the hits
just keep on coming.

(EXHALES)

(HORN BLOWING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

They fighting in the hole!

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Come on!

(MEN YELLING)

Motherfuckers!
Which one do you want?

Me first, man, me first!

Bust his head!

That son of a bitch
over there!

All right! House is closed,
motherfuckers!

Why are his hands chained?

Romeo is very fast, man.

He says the Frenchman
can't lay a hand on him.

But he can't hit him back.

That's the bet, ese.

He's got to last five minutes.

Fifty on the Mexican.
Fifty on the Mexican.

Never fight
a Mexican, Pierre.

Pound for pound,
toughest motherfuckers
on Earth!

Attaboy!

You know why?
We like pain, Pierre.

Come on, come on, come on!
Come on, come on!

Think about it, man.
Tabasco sauce?

What kind of fucked-up people
would even invent that shit?

Get the fuck
out of the way!

Whore.

Don't be scared, now.
Remember, I can't hit you.

I ain't gonna hit you!

(GRUNTS)
(CROWD GROANING)

Ooh, found a loophole, bitch!
I ought to be a lawyer.

(STRAINING)

(CHOKING)

(MEN CHEERING)

Thank you!

(WHISTLING)

MAN: Shit, man!

He's for you?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SIREN BLARES)

It's game time.
How we playing this?

Feds love to pull
the divide-and-conquer
routine.

We hardline her.
Stick together on this.

Agreed?

DOLLY: Agreed.

We're a brick wall.

Let's rock this bitch.

(REAL THANG PLAYING)
MAN: ♪ Hollaback, baby,
how 'bout you?

♪ I'm the real thang

WOMAN:
♪ Real thang

♪ This ain't a pony show

♪ Ain't a pony show

♪ I came to rock the mic

♪ He's gonna rock the mic

♪ Hollaback, baby,
lemme know

♪ Let him know

♪ 'Cause I'm the real thang

♪ Ain't no question about it

BOTH:
♪ And I'm gonna stand up
and shout it

♪ From every stage I sing ♪

Sup.

EUNICE: You have to be
Detectives Dolly and Duffy,
am I right?

Eunice Bloom.
It's a pleasure.

Now, you have
got to be Greenly.

Smecker always said
you were the funny one.

What? Yeah...

Well, funny as in "ha ha,"
though, not like
funny as in "gay," 'cause,

I'm not.

Played high school
football.

Look.

The thing
we're trying to
figure out is,

and this is with
all due respect,
Agent Bloom...

"Special."

Excuse me?

You see, there's a "Special"
before my "Agent."

If we're gonna address
each other formally,

I'd appreciate
if you popped it in there,

because it makes me
feel special.

Of course, I was hoping
we could be a bit
more personable.

In fact, I'd welcome
you to call me Eunice,
and maybe I...

Okay, Eunice.

I don't see why the fuck
the Fed is even involved.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Fuck"? This isn't
a "fuck" situation, is it?

I mean, I can understand
a "goddamn" or two,

but why skip
all the way to fuck,
right off the bat?

Let's just start slow
and work our way up to it.

What is the Fed's
interest in this?

Their interest, Detective,
is capturing
the men responsible

for the murders
of 22 of Boston's
finest criminals.

You see,
public perception is that
these boys stepped in,

did our jobs for us,

and then disappeared
into thin air

as we fecklessly
searched for them.

Now, the FBI
tends to take offense
to such things.

They could have sent anyone.
They sent me.
Now, why do you think that is?

Well, since we've broken
the "fuck" barrier,
allow me to be blunt.

It is because
I am so fucking smart

that I make smart people
feel like they are retarded.

Now.

We seem to have gotten off
on the wrong foot, here.

I'd appreciate
a bit of cooperation.

Now, let's just chalk it up
to paying respect
to the memory

of a dearly departed
mutual friend,

a man who taught me
everything I know.

Lovely.

Now, what's with the circus?

The victim was killed
late last night.

When people gathered
for morning mass,

they found
the front entrance
chained and padlocked.

Locksmith comes out,
cuts the chain and...

Surprise, surprise.

Half of them called the cops,
half of them called the media.

But regardless, word's out.

And it looks like
that's just the way
somebody wanted it.

What say we scrape
the shit off this
cow's ass, fellas?

Detective Greenly,
escort a lady
onto the crime scene?

What? Yeah, no.
Yeah, of course.

You...

Want a cup of coffee
or something?

Never touch the stuff.

(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Warriors!

Come out and play - ay!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING BROKEN FRENCH)

We were just protecting
our investment.

You made us 50 bucks.

(SIGHS) Thank God, Irish.

Finally, some class.

Romeo.
Name's Connor.

Murphy.

So, why were you
yelling "Fire"?

Heard you were
supposed to on TV.

That's if you're
getting raped.

Oh.

(GROANING)

You look like you can use
a super-sized order
of freedom fries.

FATHER McKINNEY:
Please, stop!
Oh, God! Please!

Please! Oh, God.
Oh, God! Oh, God!

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

It wasn't them,
but I'm sure you
boys already knew that.

The two "V's,"
the victim and
the venue don't add up.

Let's start with
the venue first.

Our perpetrators
are devout.

They would never
commit such an act
on sacred ground.

And as for the victim...

All their vics were criminals.
Clearly not the case here.

So, it wasn't them,

which makes this
a local matter

and falls under
our jurisdiction.

So, with all due respect,
we'll see you later,
Special Agent Bloom.

Oh...

"With all due respect."
Man, I hate it
when people say that,

because it is
inevitably followed
by a disrespectful remark.

Here, let me
give you an example.

With all due respect,
Detective,

this matter falls under
whatever jurisdiction

I fucking say it does.

You fucking...
Let's just...

What can you tell us
about the shooters?

"Shooter." Singular.

And I can tell you
he's left-handed, and...

How shall I put
this delicately?
He's a short little fucker.

One guy. Lefty.
Dwarf. Got it.

Let me show you
what I'm talking about.

Detective Greenly,

you're the victim.

David.
You can call me David.

Very well, David.

The Saints' signature stance,
Copley Plaza Hotel
eight years ago.

Two men of identical height
put Yuri Petrova on his knees

and each dropped iron
to the back of his head.

BOTH: Power hath descended
forth from Thy hand.

Eyes front, David.

The position of the victim
and the angles produced
by the killers' stance

created a unique scenario.

The bullets
crisscrossed in the skull
and exited the eyes.

Here, this did not occur.
The rounds moved on
a straight trajectory

through the back
of the victim's head
and out the front,

which happens when...

One guy's holding two guns
to the back of your head.

Mmm.

One guy.

(GUNS FIRE)

But you said
he was left-handed.

Now the victim falls forward.
If you please, David.

The killer approached
the body from the left and
flipped him to the right.

Left-handed.

But you said
he was wicked short.

The Saints were
later determined
to be 5'11 " tall.

The rounds exit
Petrova's eyeballs.

Here, they came out
the lower cheek,

three, four inches
below the eyes.

That puts him at 5'7"-ish.
That's not uncommonly short.

The killer posed as
a late-night confessor.

Once the victim
entered the booth,
the killer had him isolated.

No escape.

Short stuff comes out
of the confessional,

kicks in the door of
the priest's chambers,

leaving a crescent-shaped
indentation,

which tells us
that this cowboy

was wearing a boot
with a pronounced heel.

Gave him a couple inches.

We're looking
about 5'5", gentlemen.

That's wicked short.

Wicked.

Speculation on the Saints'
possible involvement

in the murder of
Father Douglas McKinney
continues to boil over.

In fact,
it has split the public
right down the middle.

My cousin was there.
He saw the body.

His hands were
crossed over his chest.

It was them.

It wasn't them.

You know, maybe
the priest did something.

There were pennies
in his eyes, they did it.

They didn't do it.
It wasn't them.

POPPA: And God said,
"All will fear
the wrath of the lamb

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(GROWLING)

(WOLF WHIMPERS)

"For the great day
of their reckoning
hath come.

"And they that
holdest my name

"shall come with
the shaking of the earth

"and the roiling
of the oceans."

RADIO HOST:
You're on the air, caller.

MAN: Well, finally,
man, yeah.

This guy was
indicted last year

for ordering the murders
of 22 people.

And it slid right off
his back. Piece of shit!

Indeed, Boston has been
under the terrible reign
of this thug for years now.

Where's the DA's office?

Why can't they
make anything stick
to Concezio Yakavetta?

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I can't believe
that none of us
were consulted on this!

The disrespect!

We never would have
okayed such a thing.
A priest! It's infamità!

Are we not Catholics?
For Christ's fucking sakes!

And for what? Revenge?
There's no business
in it, Concezio.

The cops.
They can be all over us.

Forget the cops.
What about these
Saints fuckers?

These guys were long gone,

and now you're
trying to bring the devil
right back to our doorstep?

Eight years ago,

these vigilante fucks
put my father on his knees

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

And executed him

in public.

Mi padrino, a blood relative
and benedictator
to all of you.

For those of you
who have forgotten,

let us recapilate.

These fucks
walk into rooms
full of gangsters.

And they fucking
greased everybody.

And then they leave.

You think that I don't know
that each one of you

has been waking up
with the night sweats
over this for eight years?

These sons of bitches
donkey-punched us!

In the ass!

And then they
wiped their dicks
on our grandma's drapes!

And we have been
living in silent fear
ever since.

We don't talk about it.

Rape victims seldom do.

(MEN CHUCKLING)

Concezio is right.
Pretending you
don't got a problem

don't solve nothing.

Let's take a moment

and look at
the serendiculous...

Seren... Seren... Seren...

Serendipitous.

Type situation
we find ourselves in.

There's a wicked good
chance that these Saints
are gonna show.

And this time,
they don't catch us
with our pants down.

This time,
we deal with them
proactiviously, huh?

And don't forget
Boston's finest.

With their second
bite at the apple,

they've got every
reason in the world
to crank up the heat.

And as for the Saints'
doting fans,

fuck 'em!

(GROANING)

(CONCEZIO SPEAKING ITALIAN)

How would he even
recognize us?

You don't remember
the fucking sketches
on the news channel?

Shit, that's right.
Fuck's sake.

You know,
every time you see
those composites on TV

and they catch the guy,
it looks nothing like him.

But ours...

CONNOR:
Just our luck, right?

We draw Leonardo
fucking da Vinci
as a sketch artist.

And two days ago,
we looked like
Jesus Christ.

What the fuck
we cut our hair for?

Yeah, that's right.

I don't know, it seemed
like the thing to do

at the time,
though, didn't it?

Maybe we should dye it.

What?

Well, they're always
dying their hair
in the movies,

like The Fugitive.

It's covert and shit.

What color
would you dye it?

Lighter, I guess.

Do you mean blonde?
(LAUGHING)

I didn't fucking say that.

Like California surfer boy.

It's not what I'm saying.

Like gay, gay, gay,

faggoty blonde.
I'm fucking warning you!

"Stay gold, Ponyboy!"
I'm fucking warning you!

"Stay gold..."
Fuck you!

You fucking cunt!

Jesus fucking Christ!

MURPHY: Well,
I was fucking mad!
Shit!

What kind of
fucking crazy...

I know who you are.
You guys are...

Shut it!

Oh, this is so
fucking cool, man!

I'm from Boston
and I love you guys.

Shit, everybody
loves you guys.

Maybe I can
get on this thing.

You know, bring some
raza into this.

(IN SING-SONG VOICE)
Spice it up a little.

Hey, is it true that
you guys say a prayer
before you grease somebody?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(ROMEO GROANS)

And an awesome
wailing was heard
throughout heaven.

And the terrible
hand of the Lord
struck upon the Earth.

And as Almighty
God created you...

(COCKING GUN)

...now he calleth you home!

(GUN CLICKS)

Oops.

Busy signal.
Will have to
call us back.

(LAUGHING)

MURPHY: Let's have a shot
while we're waiting.

CONNOR: I think
he took a little piss.

That shit was not funny!

It just came out
me fucking nose.

Oh, thank you, Jesus.
Thought I greased
my drawers.

(GROANS)

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

No.

I've got connects
all over Beantown, man.

Romeo will hook you up
like a tow truck.

No.

Why not?

We don't have to give
you fucking reasons.
Forget it.

It's because I'm Mexican,
isn't it?

How dare you, sir,
insinuate such a thing.

The fact that
you're a greasy spic,

it's got nothing
to do with it.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Okay, I'm gonna let
you have that one,
but, look, I can do this.

This isn't rocket surgery.

You guys find the bad guys
doing bad stuff and
you kill them, right?

Well, it's not
that simple, actually.

Yes, it is.

Suppose you're right.

I was just hoping that
we was a bit more artistic
about it, I think.

Yeah? Well, you ain't.

Now, what do you plan on doing
when you get to US soil?

We don't really have,
you know,

a succinct plan yet,
you know, per se.

Haven't really worked
it all out, as it were.

As it were.
Not fully developed,
per se.

You two leprechaun
dicks need to chill
in the greenroom

sipping on some Pellegrino
and let your manager
handle the details.

And you'd better have
my Cub Scout badge ready.

Because if you
wanna kick Yakavetta
in the nuts,

have him wake up
with a horse head
in his bed,

Romeo's got an ace
in the hole for you.

(MEWING)

Kitty. Hey, baby.
Hey, pussy, pussy, pussy.
(PURRING)

Ah, fuck's sake.

And that's all she wrote.
Everything points
in the same direction.

Get out.

Why would Yakavetta
want them back here?

Him of all people.

Perfectly valid question,
Chief.

Duffy, care to explain?

To have 'em executed.
Revenge, oldest
motive in the book.

Saints killed his daddy
eight years ago, right?

Yeah, but that's
another thing.

Why would he
wait so long?

Just what I was thinking.
Dolly?

Concezio was inside doing
a nickel for extortion
when his father bought it.

He could only do
so much from there.

Since he got out
three years ago,

the Yakavettas have
retaken the throne.

Looks like they're clearing
all their open accounts.

Well, it's a theory.

Hmm.

More than just a theory,
Chief.

David.

CI's came back
in record time, boss.

Cold hits all around,
Concezio Yakavetta
and six caporegime,

all blood relatives.

Have disap-fucking-peared.

So?

So, it fits.

He's gone to the mattresses
with his top brass.

He's protecting them
till this is over.

And word's been put
to his lieutenants
that the Saints

are to be
taken out on sight.

That means his resources
on the streets are
battening down their hatches,

waiting for them to show.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Look, I have been
stonewalling the media
on this thing.

And the mayor's been riding
me like a rented mule here.

I've got half of New England
thinking the Saints
whacked the priest

and the other half
thinking they're innocent.

It's a powder keg.

And we're talking riot gear
at Celtics games here.

Now, I can clear
them of this murder

and take the piss
right out of this thing.

Keep the peace
and the commonwealth.

Which I believe
is part of my goddamn
job description.

Now, give me one reason
why I shouldn't take
this public right now.

(CRACKS NECK)
(SIGHS)

Walk with me, Chief.
Let's talk.

This is not good.

She's gunning
for the boys hard.

This broad trying to
put a feather in her cap
is gonna get us all locked up.

I mean, this couldn't
be going any worse.

Just calm down.

Calm down? Calm down?
You know they're gonna
throw us in the Hoag.

We put half those deranged
sex freaks in there.

I hope you guys
like cock sandwiches,

because we'll be
eating them for breakfast,
lunch and dinner!

Now, I understand
you've got a job
to do, Chief.

But this pint-sized
killer is the only thing

that puts Yakavetta
right in the middle
of this.

And if Concezio
even sniffs that
we're on to him,

he puts a bullet
in Napoleon's head,

plants him at
the bottom of the ocean
and walks.

Now it is imperative
that we find
this little man.

You have said
some dumb shit
in your days,

but that... I...
You know, that...
That...

What? We're all "assuming"
Smecker didn't tell her.

"Oh, yeah, by the way,
me and three
Boston detectives

"are accessories to murder.
Pass the malt vinegar."

Smecker may have
been a lot of things,

but he was a stand-up guy.

And we took an oath.
The four of us!

Yeah!

Okay! I was just thinking.

Well, don't do that.
You're no good at it.

Fuck you!

You're as dumb
as a fucking heel,

you know that,
you blowjob?

Fucking, cocksucking,
hard-on...

Jesus Christ! Look!

We need to figure out
what we're gonna do

when the boys show and
start doing what they do best.

Because that's when the shit's
really gonna hit the fan!

But everyone is assuming that
the boys are gonna turn up.

We got no way of
knowing that for sure.

Yeah, that could
totally happen.

They could not
come back.

What dream world did
you two just slip into?

We know the boys.

Is there any part of you
that thinks they're
just gonna let this slide?

Believe this.

They're either on their way
or they're already here.

I thought
you said your car
was inconspicuous.

Yeah, well, I don't
like words with "spic"
right in the middle.

Besides, it is
where I live.

Yeah? Where's that?
Margaritaville?

Hey, I hail from
a colorful people.

Besides,
you wouldn't
know style

if it pitched a tent
in your fuckin' ass.

Hey, Conman,
what do you think
about the ride?

I think the only way I could
be more embarrassed right now

is if I was riding
a fucking moped.

Yeah.
While fucking
a fat girl.

Yeah.

Rolling through
the gymnasium at my
high school reunion...

All right,
I get the fucking point.

(UPBEAT LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

ROMEO: Ace in the hole time.

Been a lot of chatter
about Yakavetta being
in bed with the Chinese.

This here is
little Yaka's yeyo.

All right, here's the plan.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

Then we skin out, we go
to Doc's for a shot of Irish,

we're at home
in time for tacos.

That's what we do, huh?

What?

Well, it's just this plan...

What the fuck's
wrong with the plan?
It's...

It's genius.
I can even drive
an F-lift, man.

Got my Class D license
and everything.

That's the fucking spirit!

I'm gonna need a gun.

Forget it.
Forget it.

What the fuck, man?
I'm in on this shit.
I'm working here!

Okay.

For fuck's sake!

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna consider
yourself a fucking pledge
until we tell you different.

Can I consider myself
your girlfriend, too?

That's what you get.
Is there a fucking problem?

It's fine.

I'm fucking watching you.

You understand me?
Now, you stow that shit.

Don't you worry, Rome.
Shit like this,
it builds character.

Yeah, the character
of a little bitch.

(CHUCKLES)

Now,
that's just unprofessional.

So, what do you think?

I think Yakavetta
killed a good man
just to send us a message.

Well, let's send
him one right back.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(SISTER CHRISTIAN
PLAYING OVER EARPHONES)

♪ Motoring

(HUMMING)

♪... night

♪... right

♪ And something
that rhymes
with "light" ♪

Why?

I don't know.

Your boss,
John Kuntsler, called.

Tells me you've got
a problem with authority.

(CHUCKLES)
Absolute horse-puckey, Chief.

Turns out authority's
got a problem with me.

And what's that?

Well, you see, I am currently
in possession of a vagina.

Oh, jeez.
(CHUCKLING)

And I like
to do things...

Please, no more.

So you talked
to Kuntsler.
Anything else?

(CLEARS THROAT)

If it's confirmed
that the Saints
are back and

too many bodies
start showing up
with the pocket change,

he's gonna pull you
and step in.

Message delivered, Chief.

Listen, I'll fend 'em off.
Just work fast, huh?

I always do.

(SIGHING)

It's not them.

It's them.

A wise man
once told me,

"Where a man's
actions are firmly bound
to an unshakable faith,

"one's worst
nightmares become sudden,
terrifying reality."

(GROANS) You didn't have
to bash me in the skull!

Sorry, man,
we got a plan going here.

Technically,
I was supposed
to knock you out.

But they gave me
this faggoty little gun,

see, and the weight's
just not...

Christ, that's a gun?

Why didn't you
just point it at me
and say "scram"?

Scram! Get the fuck
out of here! Now!

You got it!

Hey, guys, let's not let
this one little incident
get in the way of...

CONNOR: Shut up
and get back behind
the fucking wheel!

Jeez!
Well,

at least your plan's
off to a winning start.

Go fuck yourself.

Fuck.

(PLASTIC SHEET RIPPING)

That's heroin.

How the fuck
would you know?

Fuck you.
I know shit.

(CLEARS THROAT) What's
the symbolism here?

Symbolism?

Yeah.
What does this symbolize?

Well, it symbolizes
a huge fuck-up.

This is a plan
that fell to pieces.

A lot of it don't make sense,
which is why it all
makes perfect sense.

MURPHY: Christ,
what the fuck's he doing?

CONNOR: I don't know.
Hang on!

Fuck's sake.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

All right, all right.

Christ,
he can't fucking see
where he's going!

Shit! Turn to the left now!
Tell him!

Go left! Go left!
What?

That way! Go that way!

Left? Fuck!

I can't believe I let
you talk me into this.
Fucking stupid plan.

It's all in the execution.
And your negative
attitude ain't helping any!

What? What the fuck?

Negative attitude?
My fucking
negative attitude?

Yeah, your
negative attitude!

You've got to visualize
the end result!

You've got to force it
into reality! Believe!

You've got to
fucking believe!

I'm about to believe
my fist right up
your fucking ass!

You'll do what?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

CONNOR: Not a believer!
That's another thing,

don't be down at me,
'cause I'm right
fucking there, man!

You've got to believe!

This bitch is fast-a-rooney.

Wait.

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

Wait.
Wait, wait, hold on.

Uppey-downey!

Shit!

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

Boys, I believe things
in our fair, little city

just got downright biblical.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

BOTH:
And shepherds we shall be,
for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.

Power hath descended
forth from Thy hand,

that our feet may
swiftly carry out
Thy command.

So we shall flow
a river forth to Thee

and teeming with souls
shall it ever be.

(BOTH RECITING IN LATIN)

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

(GUNS FIRE)

POPPA: While the wicked
stand confounded,

call me with Thy
saints surrounded.

Bye.

Just got a call
from my best snitch.

Never steered me wrong.
He says he's sure
this is our guy.

Gorgeous George Tefano.

He's trusted
bruglione to Yakavetta,
but not blood.

He's also the only
New York transplant
in the crew.

He's been left to
control the streets
till this is over.

The call him "Gorgeous"
'cause he likes his
silk suits and jewelry.

He's even got one
of those out-of-season
fake bakes going on.

Real peacock, this guy.

Yeah, I heard of
this rodeo clown.

Ballistics
just dug it out.

A.22?
Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.

That's like bringing
a knife to a gunfight.

Yeah, or like bringing
a really small gun
to a gunfight.

I don't know.

Ballistics is
reading three shooters,
and this is one of them.

I find it hard to believe
that one of the three

most lethal individuals
on the planet

just switched over
to birdshot.

Maybe we're
reading this wrong.

Priest was
a frame job, right?

Yeah, maybe somebody's
trying to eliminate
some competition here?

Yeah.

No, sir, it's them.

Here he comes.

(MURPHY AND CONNOR CHUCKLING)

Doc!
Doc!

Boys!

You're a sight for sore eyes.
Come on in here with that.
Get in quick.

Get in out of the cold.
Come on.

Jesus, Mary
and Joseph! I saw the
(STUTTERS) news channel.

Are you boys all right?

Sound as
an Irish pound, Doc.

Is it too late for a shot?

DOC: Oh, the Lord told me
you'd be coming.

"Doc," he said.
"They'd be coming."

And I was to have
everything ready.

And I have.
I have everything...

(STAMMERING)

It's all set.

(CLEARING THROAT)

This is our Mexican.

Nice to meet you, lad.
They call me...
Fuck! Ass!

How you doing, Fuck Ass?
I'm Romeo.

This used to be
a speakeasy in the '40s.
I only use it for storage now.

Holy shit.
Holy shit.

This is
so fucking cool!

Nobody knows
it's up here.
You'll be safe.

(DOC STAMMERING)

You can get in and
out the fire escape.

Know what this is?
This is our hideout.

We got a fucking
hideout, man!

What, are you
fucking five years old?

You know, Rome,
we got sticks
and blankets.

You can make
yourself a fort.

Fuck the both of you, man.
This is fucking sweet.

We even got
pinball machines, man.

(BETTER DAYS PLAYING)

♪ So let's raise our glass
to better days

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ Forget the past
and our wicked ways

♪ Let's sing together
this twilight song

♪ And make this spirit
last all night

Lobster dick!
Look at me!
Lobster dick!

♪ All night long ♪

Not this time,
you little shit.

We'll see about that,
old man.

(LOUDLY) Would somebody please
come over here and...

Fuck!
Me up the...

Ass!
Yes! That's what he done!

That's what he's
done every time!

I took you down,
old man,
I took you down!

Are you hungry, lad?
I sent Louie out
for some sandwiches.

I could eat.

Decent work.

Do you know what
I'm thinking would be
a nice match for the back?

That chocolate hide
with the heavy marbling

we've been
trying to get rid of
for the last six months.

We'll make a leather
man out of you yet, son.

(CHUCKLES)

Go to it, lad.

I can't help you
with that, lads.

But if you need something,
anything made out of leather,

we'd be happy
to do the job.

THUG: How many times
have I been nice to you?

How many times do
my people come here
and talk to you?

This song and dance is over.
It's over, motherfucker!

You didn't see anything!

(LAUGHING)

LOUIE: Noah!

(LOUIE SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

No, no, no.
No, no, no, no!

We got to call
the polizia, Noah!
We got to call somebody.

Noah! No.

(SCREAMING)

You young guys
worry too much.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

We always
bounce back.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

Besides,
better the chinks
than us, right?

(SLURPING)

(LISPING) This is some
serious shit here!

(SNICKERING)

Something amusing you,
queer bait?

No, I was just...

You should be focused
on the next step!

That shipment of H was
gonna square our books
for the next six months!

Any thoughts on that? Huh?

Donkey Punch?

Yeah, I got some
thoughts on that.

I was just thinking,
not too serendipitous
for us.

You...
Ohhh!

It's like
the Roman Empire in here.

You even got
concubines and shit.

George. What gives here?

Oh, a little cannoli,
shrimp cocktail, huh? Mmm!

I need to see the boss,
right away.

Jimmy the Gofer,
la cortina.

Get over here.

Whoa!

Hey, boss,
I just came by
to tell you...

Push the talk button,
numb nuts!

Hello, can you
hear me? Over.

I can hear you fine.
Now what the fuck
are you doing here?

Copy that.
Everything's in motion.

All our guys
are gunning for
these Jesus freaks.

I figure there's
no need for me to be
on the streets no more.

So, which one of these rooms
do you want me to take, huh?

Are your ears
fucking painted on?

Did I not make it
perfectly clear

that you're to stay on the
streets until this is over?

I was...

Now get the fuck
out of here!

Douche bag!

And don't come back
till I say you can,

or you're going
back to Brooklyn,

you fat fucking
waste of space!

ROMEO: You wanna find
something in Boston
that don't wanna be found,

my Uncle Cesar
is a veterano.

Out the game,
but still got his name.

Yakavetta's gunning
for you muchachos,
and hard.

Even posted a reward,
like Jesse James-style shit.

Anyway, any of his
guys that take you out
gets his palm crossed.

Two hundred and
fifty big ones.

(ROMEO WHISTLES)

Quarter mil for us?

"Us"? What are you
talking about, "us"?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Uncle,
why do you disrespect me
in front of my friends?

I'm disrespecting you?

A year ago
you were washing
my pots and pans.

Well, I don't wash
fucking pots
and pans anymore.

I'm a part of this Uncle.

Nephew, this is not
my first barbeque.

He's with us.

Is he?

And is my nephew here
pulling his own weight?

A lot of heart.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Ahora, Gorgeous George
is running the show
right now for little Yaka.

And if anyone
knows where he is,

it's that fat,
fucking ugly perico.

I'll get it out
on the wire.

(SNIFFLING)

(SOBBING)

(SIGHS)

Anybody hungry?

Maybe we should
stop at an IHOP or...

Shut up!

Romeo's crying.

(BOTH LAUGHING)
Fucking assholes!

Shut up!

(UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(QUIETLY) Someone lied
to you, girl.

(GEORGE MOANING)

Yeah, that feels good.

(CONTINUES MOANING)

You know, George...
(CLEARS THROAT)

We can wax this for ya.

Wax what?

Nothing.

GEORGE: Somebody had their
Wheaties this morning.

Yeah, get after it, girl.

Oh, that's good.

Hey, let's keep this
professional, baby.

No offense,
but I don't need you
calling me all the time.

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck!
I'll kill you,
you fucking bitch!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the fuck
did you just say to me?

Who are you?

I'm a lady, George.

That fact alone demands
a certain amount of...

(COCKS GUN)

Cordiality.

I'm sorry
I called you that.

How courteous
of you to apologize.

Courtesy is so important,
don't you agree?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm down with that.

Good. Now sit
your fat ass down.

Where is Concezio Yakavetta?

I don't know.

Yeah, there's a lot
you don't know, hoss.

For instance,
you're the only
New York guy, George.

Your blood just
ain't quite as blue
as the rest of them, is it?

Explains why you
ain't safely tucked away
in some ivory tower

with the rest of them bigwigs
sucking on cannoli and
cocktail shrimp right now.

That's why you're the one
he left on the streets,
George.

Like you know shit
all of a sudden.

Somebody's got to run
our legitimate businesses.

Somebody's got to be
out there making...

Someone's got to
chum the waters.

(LAUGHS)

Bullshit! And I ain't saying
another fucking word to you!

Good. You can just listen.

We know Concezio had
that priest killed.

Oh! That's another
thing you don't know,
I reckon.

But then why would
he tell you that, George?

You and your boys
on the street,

y'all is bait.

Gorgeous George, huh?

Expendable George
is more like it.

By the by,
you've got a pretty
nice ass for a fat man.

A priest.
Sick fuck, huh?

He leaves us on
the street holding
the fucking bag,

while him and his
are living it up at
the Taj Ma-fucking-hal,

not a care in the world.

So, until the Saints
get popped,

we're all lambs
to the slaughter.

Bing!

And he don't care
how many of us they
wipe out in the meantime.

What do you need
me to do, Skip?

Down the brugliones.

No bullshit, Jo Jo.

From your mouth
to their ears.

What, everyone?

North and South?
That could get a little dicey.

Fuck their old grudges!
They're all in this!

Grudges have
nothing to do with it.

You know
I don't take sides.
I don't care, Jo Jo!

You know I don't.
You don't take sides?

Never me! Never me!
You don't take sides?

You're gonna
take my fucking side
on this, Jo Jo!

You talk to that
mick Jimmy Green.
Here we go again.

Jimmy'll tell you that!

Jimmy Green! Jimmy Green!

I don't care if Jimmy Green
hollowed out your sister
like a Chippewa Indian!

You're gonna get
in there, Jo Jo,

and you're gonna
middle-of-the-road
this fucking thing for me,

and you are not
gonna fuck this up!

Do you understand me?

You tell them everything
that we discussed!

Even the panic room thing?

Sure.

Good. Because
that's a nice icebreaker.

They'll like that.

You know, I didn't even know
those things were real.

I thought they made
that up for that movie.

Remember the one
with the broad
and the kid?

The guys in the house?

Panic... Panic Room?

No, the other one.

Stop fucking around!
(LAUGHING)

This is serious
shit here, Jo Jo!

You tell them
we meet tomorrow night.

All right.
I'll call you with
the fucking location.

Okay.

Fucking thing.

(COUGHING)

Come on, kid.
It was a fucking...

It was a fucking accident.

We can work this out.

He ain't gonna do shit.

I'll take two.

What the fuck's
the matter with you?

Can't you see
he's got a gun?

I see just fine! Deal!

You're Italian Kid.

Help us out here.

Put one in the back
of his head...

(SNICKERING)

And you get anything you want.

Think it over.

I am his friend.

Fuck him and fuck his friend.
Deal the cards!
He ain't got the balls.

(SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMS IN ITALIAN)

(MAN GURGLING)

What did we do?

(PANTING)

(SOFTLY) Connor.

God! No!

(WHISPERING)

Why did they use
his mug shot?

What? No.

Yeah, you remember when he
said he was all embarrassed

because that fellow
had to hold up

all his long hair
behind his head?

Aye.

That's an arm.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey, Rocco!

Am I as good as
this guy or what?

You, sir,
are no David Della Rocco.

Connor, look.

ROMEO: Hey, it looks
like the same kitty
from the boat.

This little guy's
following you around
or what?

It's not the same cat.

Yeah, but it's even
got the same collar...

It's a different cat.

(SNEEZING)

(EXCLAIMING FEARFULLY)

Holy shit!

It's all right,
it's all right. Apologies.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Holy shit.

You're the Saints.

Hey, man, I'm Roy.
I'm a huge fan.

Yeah, we're developing
quite a cult following.

Hey! How you doing?

Is that your cat?
What cat?

It's his cat.
Well, I don't have a cat.

Okay, it lives here or...
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

The place is called
Tando's Tanning
Salon on Bunker Hill.

That's where
the fucking güero
gets his fake bake at.

8:00 tonight, okay?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

We got 'em. Let's roll.

Whoa, whoa. Is this like
your new sidekick?

Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

Hey, hey. I'm Roy.
Pleased to meet you.
This is awesome.

How'd you like me
to sidekick you
in the ass, Roy?

Well, I...
Shut the fuck up, Roy!

I'm sick and
tired of this shit.

I've been breaking
my balls here.

And I'm getting
second banana billing
from this pendejo...

(YELPS)

I've been fucking beautiful
for you guys, man, I...

"I, I, I."
There's no "I" in "team,"
you fucking selfish prick.

Yeah? Well, there's
an "I" in "fuck you"!

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

European cut.
Far superior.

♪ Yeah!
You've just been paid
So split now ♪

(GROANS)

Lovely singing
voice there, Georgie.

We'd like you
to sing for us.

Can you do that for me?

(SHOUTING)
Can you do that for me?

GEORGE: It's getting hard
to be a gentleman

of fucking leisure
around here!

I want the name
of the shooter

you motherfuckers
used on that priest!

What priest?

His fucking name!

I don't know
who it is!

That's fucking bullshit!

It's the truth!
Concezio didn't tell nobody
what he was doing

'cause he knew nobody
would have okayed it!

The shooter's
an independent contractor!
That's all I fucking know!

Where the fuck
is Yakavetta hiding?

(GAGGING)
Prudential Building,
40th floor.

Jesus Christ!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

MURPHY: You meeting
someone tonight?

Yakavetta's racket chiefs.
Street guys.

Your kind of guys.

You could take a real
bite out of crime here.

And I can help you.

CONNOR:
What the fuck is that?

Nobody forgot what you
guys did to us last time.

Everybody's hiding indoors.

They give out the location
an hour before.

My uncle's place
is closed tonight.
I got the key.

How does Mexican
work for you, George?
Do you like that?

Doesn't matter to me.

I think I just shit
my European-cut Speedos.

What's this?

GREENLY: Rosary bead.

Found it pushed
under the carpet
near the victim.

Father McKinney
wasn't wearing
a rosary,

so it's probably
been there a while.

The results
on all 864 prints
found at the scene.

All matched churchgoers
and clergy but one.

Partial on
the priest's watch
is still unidentified.

No. No, that's horseshit.
Everybody gets
printed nowadays.

They even are inking
up these snot gobblers
in kindergarten now.

It's a brick wall
anyway.

We know Napoleon
was wearing gloves.

The lab got zilch
on the lock and chain.

Even the pennies
came up clean.

I'm gonna go
powder my nose.

Man. Daddy would
knock that out like
Mike fucking Tyson.

EUNICE: Hey!

What? I didn't
say nothing.

McKinney wore his watch
on his left wrist.

Where was this
found exactly?

Right here,
off his left elbow.

Just occurred to me
that priests wear the rosary
while taking confession.

She's right.
Dolly, get on the phone

and find out which wrist
he wore his rosary on.

Duffy, push that
partial through
the DMV.

David, you put it
through Interpol
just to get an ID now.

Come on, vamoose!

You took your gloves off,
didn't you, cowboy?

Now why would you go and do
a damn fool thing like that?

(PANTING)

GEORGE:
Just two more to go.

You guys are gonna
let me go, right?

I guess we'll just
have to wait and see,
won't we?

Jesus Christ, this is
some embarrassing shit.

Don't worry.
We worked on a sheep farm.
Smelled way worse.

Although that is
right up there.

Ugh!

Yo, spicaroo.
More nachos and
más salsa, capisci?

Hey, and I need
a refill here, pepe.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Whoa! Easy! Jesus!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

How do, David?

Hey!

We just dumped a text message
from George's cell.
Just two words.

"Silver Peso."
It's a Mexican joint
down by the docks.

Sent it to his enforcer,
Jo Jo Rhama.

Guess gangsters
got to eat, too, huh?

I think I'll drop in
on their little supper,

see if I can
shake things up a bit.

Need a bodyguard?

No, thank you, Mike Tyson.
Bye, now.

Bye.

(SIGHING)

These dagos are
getting antsy, man.

I'm getting spicarooed
and pepe'd.

The kid's about to
go Pancho fucking
Villa out there.

All right,
calm the fuck down.

You got to stick it out.
Just wait on one more.

He is not with them.

It is only the sons.

They have a Spaniard
with them.

They will slaughter everyone.

Let them.

If you kill the sons...

...the father will come.

(SINGING QUIETLY)

Gentlemen.

Cut the awkward in here
with a fucking knife.

What the fuck's
going on?

I don't know.
I don't know nothing.
That's what I know.

All right.
The gang's all here.

Give me my fucking BB gun.

No, Rome.
You've earned
your stripes.

Hey, tighten it up.

So?

Where's Gorgeous?

MAN 1: Is that George?

(MAN 2 READING)

What the fuck is that?

It's Irish for,
"You're fucked."

Que viva México, bitches!

(WHOOPING)

(UPBEAT LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

I've seen the light!

I'm like born again and shit,
I swear to fucking God!

I will hit those streets and
I will shelter the homeless,

and I will feed the hungry
and I will teach
them how to fish

so they can
fish themselves!

I will go forth
and sin no more!

So, what do you think?
Should we let him go?

Please! Please!
Please! Please!
Please! Please! Please!

You know what
I think we should do?

I think we should
let God decide if he
gets a second chance.

What the fuck
you doing?

What the...
No, man, come on.

Hey, what the fuck
you gonna do?

(COCKING GUN)

You had best be right
with your Jesus, boy.

(GEORGE WHIMPERING)

(GUN CLICKS)

Well! Praise be to Jesus!

(GASPING IN RELIEF)

Georgie.

GEORGE: Yeah?

You know all good
boys go to heaven.

You know, that was perhaps
one of the finest examples
of spiritual guidance

I've ever had
the good fortune
to witness.

It was wonderful,
wasn't it?

Mysterious ways,
I tell you,
mysterious ways.

You know, it's about time
one of your fucking plans...

(GROANS)

CONNOR: Put it down!
Drop the gun!

Put the goddamn gun down
right fucking now!

Easy, fellas.
And I'm alone.

He's gone.

Who the fuck are you?

My name is Eunice Bloom.
And I'm your new
guardian angel.

The torch was passed to me
by a mutual friend.

A mutual friend?
By the name
of fucking who?

EUNICE: Paul Maximillian
fucking Smecker.

We heard.
He was a good man.

Aye. You have
our condolences.

And you mine.

Well, I'm glad everybody...
Who the fuck was that guy?

That, I suspect,
was the shooter

you boys have
been looking for.

Who the fuck
is this broad?

What the fuck
is going on here?

Let's speed this up before
your new sidekick's
gotta dig any deeper

into his
impressive vocabulary.

Oh, no, you didn't!

Oh, yes, I did.

I am an FBI agent
controlling this
investigation from within

in order to ensure
that you gentlemen

never see the inside
of a prison cell.

Now, I am conspiring
to do this with three
like-minded individuals

who have aided you
in the past.

Though I have
yet to inform them
of my agenda because,

well, a girl's
gotta have her fun.

Dolly, Duffy and Greenly?

Hmm. The very same.

How are the lads doing?

Two of them are scared.
One's just horny.

Bet you I can
tell you which one.

Bet you can't.
Let's save it for group.

Right now we've
got a big problem.

What's that, then?

This simply won't do.

We made a deal.

The big fish step in
if your body count
gets too high.

And you have been
very naughty boys.

(B.O.S.M. PLAYING)

♪ Well, Uncle Sam
he said to me
"You'll die alone, you drunk

♪ "You'll never make it
in this world
you lousy washed-up bum" ♪

Here's how
it all went down.

A secret gathering
of the brugliones.
Topic of discussion...

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Weak leadership
and betrayal.

Yakavetta hiding
from these Jesus-freaks,

got everybody thinking
we're a bunch
of fucking pussies.

Yeah.
He's hanging us all up
to dry at the boot.

All right.
I'll be the first
to say it.

The enemy of my enemy
is my friend.

Even with all
their old vendettas...

I say,
fuck the Yakavettas.

And there it is.

Guess what comes next.

(ALL ARGUING)

EUNICE: They tore each
other to pieces.

Nobody walked away.

Who knows
who fired first.

Could have been
any one of them.

Somebody let loose.

And, duck.

Duck.

Goose.

Think about your mother.
No, down with the guns!
Put the fucking...

Fuck this.

Yakavetta's lost
control of the streets.

They're fighting
over his throne.

This was not the work
of the Saints.

Interpol came through.

You were right. 5'5".
Gotta be the shooter.

That ain't all.
Short stuff's work visa

was signed
by a sponsor
that doesn't exist.

Look at the date.
Two months after 9/11.

Oh.

What? I don't get it.

Someone maneuvered it
through the system

using false information

during the highest
alert in US history.

Yakavetta's
just a gangster.

He ain't got
the juice to do that.

You're darn tooting,
he don't.

Irregardless,
INS red-flagged it
like a motherfucker.

It's a shit storm.

Something stinks like
a pig's ass in summertime.

Come on.
We've got someplace to be.

It's, like, 2:00 a.m.
There's nothing open now.

It's after hours. I mean,
if you want a drink...

Thirty-seven bodies later,
and we're finally
back where it all began.

You boys ever heard
of the Southern expression,

"We have an elephant
in the living room?"

Hope you fellows
brought some peanuts.

What is this?
What is this?

Who the fuck are you?
You're either vice or IAD.
You're IAD, aren't you?

Okay, come on,
fucking arrest us! Arrest us!
I'm ready! Come on out!

Hands above your head!

(LAUGHING)

Stop it!
God damn it!

You don't write!
You don't fucking call!

You should be
ashamed of yourselves!

Get the fuck
out of here!

You knew all along?

Not keeping in touch
with your old friends!
Fucking bitch!

Shame on you!
You're beautiful, babe!

Thank you! Oh, thank you!

This is the fellow?
That's the fellow.

He's a Sicilian immigrant,
name of Ottilio Panza.

He'll be front-page
news in the morning,

but we have to
assume that Yakavetta

already knows
we've ID'd his guy.

Can't give him
time to plan-B us.

We're hitting him
in 48 hours.

That fast enough
for you?

Should be.
Where is it
gonna happen?

The Pru.

The Prudential?
What are you, cracked?

Why don't you just
do it on center ice

at a fucking Bruins game?

That's where the man is,
so that's where we're going.

No guts,
no glory, green beans.

In fact, we could
use a few extra hands.

That is, if you boys can
still get your Irish on.

Hey,
I got balls for days, pally.
I'm a fucking sack-o-matic.

(LAUGHING) Yeah.
He's a sack-o-matic.

We're in.
We're in.

All right,
you boys have fun.

Connor, Murphy,
escort a lady
to the door.

You sure you don't
want to hear the plan?

I'm not one to sit
here and brag, but...

Jesus.
...this one's really Picasso.
Shut your hole.

No, I want to
critique your masterpiece
with fresh eyes.

Besides, school night.

Got some homework to do.

What's the matter?

Panza knew you guys
were in there tonight
and he just let it happen.

I mean, if he's
working for Yakavetta,

why would he just stand by
and watch all his
men get taken out?

What, you think maybe
we've got another fox
in the henhouse, then?

It's starting
to look that way.

Somebody pushed
that visa through.

We could have
ourselves a genuine
Ghost and the Darkness here.

(PANZA WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

They still live.

What if he does not come?
What if...

He will come.

Either that wily old man
is not as clever as we thought

or he played me
from the git.

You think
he played me?

We got a mutiny
on our hands.

Every 10-cent wannabe
with a gun is moving
on us all over town!

And our fearless leader
hasn't even come out
of his pussy room yet!

Capo-fucking-regime!

I want each one
of you to call
your top button man,

the best that you have.

'Cause we are
going to rip this city
a new asshole.

Starting tonight,

we reconnoiter
our strength
on the streets.

Starting now,

we seize the day.

Law enforcement has
classified the Italian
immigrant Ottilio Panza

as its prime suspect
in the murder of
the beloved local cleric.

An all-points bulletin
has been issued,

and it appears,
at least for
the time being,

the Saints have been
cleared as suspects
in the priest's killing.

(MAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Foolish, arrogant boy!

Expanded my operations
since I saw you last.

Word got out
who may or may not
have outfitted you.

Turns out you got quite
the underground following.

Oh, please, gentlemen.

Preferred customers
select from my
private reserve.

If I may
make a suggestion.

(BALLS DEEP PLAYING)

♪ I'm here if you want me

♪ I ain't gonna
push and shove

♪ 'Cause, baby,
all I really want to be

♪ Is balls-deep in your love

♪ Balls-deep in your love

♪ Balls-deep in your love ♪

I feel like that kid who
found the golden ticket
in that candy bar

in Willy Wonka &
the Chocolate Factory.

Charlie.

Yeah, Charlie.

And I want
an Oompa Loompa now,
Daddy, now.

(COCKING GUNS)
Ooh!

I'll take these.

Have you been
crying again?

Yeah! Tears of joy.

Those are queer.
How much?

No, no, no, no.
You boys are
on the house.

CONNOR: Obliged.

Well, let's see.

ROMEO: What?
Nothing.

What, are you
saying I look gay?

No, you just hail
from a colorful...

Hey, you don't know me.
Do these make me look gay?

You look like you
might have seen one
up close.

On a sultry
Saturday in September,
the Saints saved 17 souls.

Nothing to be afraid of.
It's all over.

Fucking pussy.
He won't come out.

Special Agent Bloom!

You are hereby
relieved of all obligation
to this investigation.

Wow!

Wow! All right.

Okay, kids.

This crime scene
is now under the
full jurisdiction

of your beloved
federal government.

And as of now,
you will all report to me.
Special Agent John Kuntsler.

Please, don't let us
interrupt you.

Just remember to turn over
everything you find,

as we have people standing
by ready to take credit
for all your hard work.

So, how you doing, Bloomy?

Just fine, Kunty.

It's a nice little
science project

you got going here with
these three goofballs.

You trying to turn them into
your own little junior G-men?

You know, my daddy
once told me you could
put sprinkles on shit.

But it's still shit.

(CHUCKLES)

So why don't you take
your little Keystone Cops

and head on home
and let the professionals
handle this?

Boy,

I'd love to hear
a genuine professional's
assessment of a crime scene.

How about you,
Detectives?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay.

The door was broken in.

So we have our
point of entry.

The assailants shot
in this direction.

Explains the windows.

Okay, okay.
The victims
were clearly...

There are three inaccuracies
in what you just said.

Number one, David.

If the windows were
shattered by gunfire
coming from inside the room,

the glass would have
been blown outward.

As you can see,
most of it's
on the inside.

Number two, Dolly.

You see, blood spatters
in the direction
of the rounds fired.

If the assailants discharged
toward the windows,

the blood would
have followed suit.

Here,
the majority of the spatter's
in the opposing direction.

Number three, Duffy.

Trick question.
There is no number three.

He only fucked up twice.

EUNICE: Well, yeehaw.

Looks like Bloomy
aced her science project!

(SCOFFS) That was...
That was off the...

I would have seen
the blood thing. I...

I didn't have time
to properly assess...

Why don't you let me
take a crack at it, John?

Won't cost you nothing.

(SIGHS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

EUNICE: They gained access
somehow through one
of the service entrances.

What?

Nothing.

Out with it.

What is the matter with you?

Nothing!

This is just some
heavy shit, that's all.

You did fine at
your uncle's place.

Yeah, but we're going
off a new script, here.

I'm just having
a period of adjustment.

You're about to have a period
of getting your ass beat!

Hey, you two ain't
the only ones rolling

without health insurance,
here.

Just let me do my thing.
I'm absorbing this.

Now is not the time for you
to be absorbing shit.

Now, if you get in there
and you freeze up,

just point your
gay guns at them,

and for Christ's sake,
at least try to look cool.

I thought you
were hot for this.

I'm hot.
I'm fucking red hot.

Kid's flaming like Matt Damon
in the Grand Caymans.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

This is you.
Fucking be on time.

You ready for this shit,
my dear brother?

(GUN CLICKS)

(NECK CRACKING)

Let's do some
gratuitous violence.

Meet! Front and center!

Make way.

Each one of you

is to stick to
the guy who called you
like stink on quim.

Pick your own crews.

You arm yourself
to the teeth.

And when these
Bible-banging psychos
make their attempt,

it is your job to blow
their soulless hearts
right out of their bodies.

(SIGHING)

Okay, here's
the situation, Lloyd.

Me and a couple
of friends of mine

are fitting to do some
killing here tonight.

I'm talking bullets, blood,
custom wholesale slaughter.

You follow me, Lloyd-o?

(WHIMPERS)

Good. Now,
I've run into a little snag.

You see, I'm trying to
figure out a tag line.

You know,
something cool to say
when it's all over,

like, "We're gonna
need a bigger boat."

Or, "I'll be back."

But mine, you know?
I've gotta own this thing.

Let's explain
the glass now.

Why is most of it
inside the room?

Well, here's why,
or at least it will be
why in a moment.

You see, these boys,
they tend to get real...

CONNOR: Creative!
It happened to be
a creative plan!

Fucking ridiculous!

Probably based
on some stupid shit
you saw in a movie!

And here I am again, all tying
myself up with fucking rope!

What's the deal with you
and the fucking rope?
Honestly!

It happened to be
a very useful thing,
so shut it!

You didn't get this
from a movie, did you?

The Eiger Sanction
with Clint Eastwood.
Fuck!

And it worked
like a charm for him,
so shut it!

Oh, God.

Jesus, I fucking knew!

Every time we fucking...

Connor?

Fuck this!
No!

Why? What do you
think's going to happen?

I don't know.
Don't want to know.

Now I'm gonna
take the gag off,

nice and slow
so it doesn't hurt.

(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)

I know, I know.
I know, I know.

This fucking
hurts this way.

(SHUSHING)
Fuck! Fuck...

Ow!

Fuck!

I know, I know, I know!

I can't believe you, man!
I'm a janitor.

What do I know
about guns and bullets
and shit, man?

Well, then, just...

No! I don't care
what you're doing here

with your fucking friends.
It's none of my business.

I'm just...
I have a wife and
a family and kids.

Actually, they're not
even my kids, right?

I'm taking care of
some other asshole's kids

on a fucking
janitor's salary!

I'm not riffing, Lloyd!

Now, I need
an hasta la vista line,
toute fucking suite

and you're gonna
help me think of one.

What the fuck
did you do?

I don't know,
it just stopped.

Well,
fucking get it going again!

GREENLY: It won't turn
back on! It just died!

BOTH: Shit!

GREENLY: Fucking thing!
Come on!

DUFFY: Come on!
Come on, you piece of shit!

Starting tonight,
each one of you

limp-dick fucking slobs
is back out on the street

earning your daily bread.

ALL: Come on, come on! No!
Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

Okay, what about,
"Take that,
you suckers"?

No, that's not
cool enough, man.

How much time?
How much fucking time?

GREENLY: Sixty seconds!

No, we gotta go right now!
Right now!
GREENLY: No fucking way!

DUFFY: What are you
talking about?

If we're even
a few seconds late,
Romeo's dead.

You'd better
all dust off
your ball bats!

You'd better find
your inner gangster!

"Merry Christmas,
motherfuckers!"

That's too sacrilegious.

All right,
we've got about
13 floors.

Eleven more,
ball park it!

It's about
15 per floor,
we need 165!

DUFFY: Dude, wait!
Count it up in fives!

Five, 10, 15, 20...

This is retarded!

Fucking Eiger Sanction!

Shut it and concentrate!
Twenty-five...

'Cause you got to break bones!
You've got to crush skulls!

You gotta do
what you gotta do!

You're gonna
need those.

Bang, bang, bang.
You shoot
everybody in there,

and then you're like,
"Yo, eat it!
(CHUCKLES) Eat it!"

What, are we
at a fucking buffet now?

(SIGHS) Fuck.

That's it. I'm done.

You know what I mean?
I'm tapping out.

I'm spent.

You guys can't do this!
Are you fucking crazy?

Time!

Jesus Christ.
Seven seconds!

Holy shit!
DUFFY: Six,

five, four...
It's time.

...three, two...

One thing has
always amazed me.

How quiet it gets.
You ever noticed that?

It's hard to imagine
that just a few hours ago,

it was the goddamn
O.K. Corral in here.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

We're gonna have ourselves
a good old-fashioned
shoot-'em-up!

BOTH:
And shepherds we shall be,
for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.

Power hath descended
forth from Thy hand,

that our feet may swiftly
carry out Thy command.

So we shall flow
a river forth to Thee

and teeming with souls
shall it ever be.

(BOTH RECITING IN LATIN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(BOTH RECITING IN LATIN)

(GUNS FIRE)

Who ordered
the whup-ass fajitas?

That's fucking stupid!
It's completely retarded!

Was that the best
you could do?

I just...

I couldn't...

(SHUSHING)

Broke down the door,
didn't you?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(BOTH RECITING IN LATIN)

(GUNS FIRE)

Ding-dong,
motherfucker, ding-dong!

Fucking A.

You said it.

And that, gentlemen,
is the sound of
the fat lady singing.

Should we clap
or something?

Shut up.

Hey, hey!
Hey!

You hurt her,
you piece of shit,
I'll kill you!

She's not on there!
There's nothing on there!

Get a hostage
negotiator down here,
you fucking wad!

Get off me!
What is your
fucking problem?

He could be in there
all touching her and shit.

(GROANING)

Sorry! I'm sorry!
I wasn't going to hurt you.

You bet your ass
you weren't.

Just let me explain.

I have information.
Pertinent information.

Fuck! Come on!

Look, I was listening
to you out there.

And that's, like,
exactly what happened.

And that's what
made me think you were
the person to talk to.

So, Yakavetta
had a partner?

Everybody gave Concezio
props for building
the family back up.

"He's such a genius."
What bullshit. It was
the Old Man all along.

Old Man?

Yeah, that's what
he called him.

For the last three years,
every play we made
came straight from him.

Teaming up
with the Chinese,

keeping the feud going
between Southie and
the North End, everything.

Concezio worshipped
the Old Man

like some kind of
fucking Mafia oracle.

I have no idea
what his real name is,
though.

Concezio always
called him the Old Man.

Think. I mean,
did he ever use a surname
or a nickname or something?

One time.

Well, what was it?

He called him the Roman.

That's just weird.
The Roman?

What do you think
it means?

Feels like
our ghost to me.

DOLLY: Well,
what's the plan?

'Cause the brothers
ain't going nowhere
until we get Panza or they do.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(DOOR OPENING)

Sack-o-matic, I said!

(CHUCKLES)

I've got nothing.
One in the hole.

Fuck you!
One, two, three!

DOC: Boys! Boys!

Put them down!
Throw them over.

I'll kill the old man!
Throw them over!

Brothers, huh?
Oh, we gonna
have us some fun.

So, which one first?
Which one
do you love more? Huh?

This one?

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

(COUGHING)

Doc! Call a fucking
ambulance right now!

You.

Where's the Old Man?

Never.

MURPHY:
Just hold on, man.

Help's on the way,
hang in there!

Boys, it's over.

It's okay.
Proudest day of my life.

(COUGHING)

Da!
Easy, boys.

(GUN CLICKS)

Jesus fucking Christ!

I'm gonna blow
this motherfucker's
brains out right now!

POPPA: Connor!

Son, Daddy's working.

What the fuck
you talking about?

Where is he?

No matter how this turns out,
you fucking die today!

Believe it, motherfucker.

Where is the Old Man?

No!
(GUN CLICKS)

(SIGHING)

(BOTH WHISPERING PRAYERS)

Make me famous.

(REPEATING DIALOGUE)

(GUN CLICKS)

Where?

Where is he?

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

(BOTH SIGHING)

(MEOWING)

You look good, Roc.

You two don't.

Yeah, we had a friend...

I know.

He was a big boy.

If it weren't for us,
maybe the two
of you would...

Would what?
Would never have
stood for anything?

What are you
talking about, Roc?

I made my decision
and stood next to you.
And it was an honor.

And I wouldn't change that
for the whole world.
Not one minute of it.

Now, sláinte.

(ALL TOASTING)

You know, he was sort
of a bad-ass, though,
wasn't he?

Shades of Eastwood.

Charlie Bronson.

Duke fucking Wayne!

Duke fucking Wayne!
Duke fucking Wayne!

Men build things.
Then we die.

It's in our fucking DNA!
That's what we do!

And when it all
falls down...

We build it
right back up again.

But this time bigger.
Better!

Look! Look what we can do.

Look how fucking
beautiful we are.

You think the men
that built all this
had it easy?

Hard men!

Doing hard shit!

And that gives me
a hard-on!

But not in a gay way
or anything.

No, no, course not.

Yeah, goes
without saying.

I am so sick of this
self-help, 12-step,

leftover hippie
generation bullshit!

You know what
the world needs now?

Love.

BOTH: Sweet love!

You know what love
spelled backwards is?

ALL: Kiss my ass!

Now they don't want
you to do anything,

right? Just sit there!
Don't drink...

Don't smoke!
Don't drive fast!

Fuck it,
do it all, I say!

You think Duke Wayne
spent all his time

talking about his feelings
with a fucking therapist?

There's no
fucking way he did!

John Wayne died
with five pounds

of undigested
red meat in his ass!

Now that's a man!
Real men hide
their feelings. Why?

ALL: Because it's none of
your fucking business!

Men do not cry,
men do not pout,

men jack you in
the fucking jaw
and say...

Thanks for coming out.

(BOTH GASPING)

I am so sorry, boys.
This was all my fault.

There's a few things
your dad needs to tell youse.

Come on, kid,
it's good for you,
it's good for us.

We'll take you
right out the back
of this place.

(SOFTLY) Easy, Noah.
They'll never touch you.

Oh!

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

What, are you stupid
or something?

Noah...

(GROANS)

(SPITS)

Mio amico. This must...

You cannot...

No more of this!

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I can't stop.

Okay, we think
of something, eh?

We think of something.

Noah, look.

We got something
for you.

My friend...

(INAUDIBLE)

LOUIE: Bonnavese is
always with two men.

Both of them,
La Cosa Nostra,
many years.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

POPPA: That's how
it went for years.

Louie would
do all the planning
and I would do the other.

MURPHY: Jesus.

How'd you end up
inside, Da?

Back in '75,
I did a piece of work.

I come out
and the police
was waiting for me.

He set me up.
Twenty-five to life.

Why did he set you up?

I can't wait to ask him.

Why didn't you
flip on him, Da?

The guy fucked you.

POPPA: He had learned
of the birth of my sons.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ As I turn back the years
with my eyes full of tears

♪ There's some things
I can barely see

♪ Just so pure and true

♪ How we loved
and no one knew ♪

Hello, my old friend.

Many years.

Are you in need?

I am making
marinara and alas...

...I have run out of tomatoes.

To help an old friend...

...how many can you spare?

Don't worry.

You are in luck.

I am in good supply
of tomatoes.

Any word on Bloom yet?

Nothing.

I want that little
bayou bitch in here.

Something really stinks
about this whole thing.

I'm having DHS dump her IP
and check for flags.

See if she's
been poking around.

He's in York, Maine.
About an hour from here.
But he's off the grid.

I've logged onto
an FBI database
to get the info.

Only a matter of time
before they flag it.

Better get a move on
or they'll get there
before you do.

Will they know it's you?

Yeah.

Will you be
all right, dear?

I hear Costa Rica's nice.

I never thought
I'd ask this of
another human being,

but please,
kill this man.

Kill this man.

(MAN RECITING PRAYERS
IN ITALIAN)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING) Agent Kuntsler,
you gotta see this.
We just found...

It's Bloom. She just
back-doored this info
from Fed archives.

Jesus Christ,
she's gone rogue!

Get an APB on her!
MAN: John!

I want that crazy bitch
grabbed up now!

MAN: John,
think about this!

Jimmy!

What the fuck
are you doing?

Who the fuck is this?

(TILL WE MEET AGAIN PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Hello, Louie.

Noah.

We haven't much time.

My garden is...

She's beautiful, no?

Ah, But I forget,
your eyes are blind to beauty.

You are...

You are a destroyer, Noah.

You know my reasons.

Ah, but do you?

You think it's...
You think it's
for your father.

No. You were born a killer.

Death, la morte,
it is in the blood.

No.

This is bullshit.
We should go now.

It's only one fucking guy.

Explain these.

You were not there
to raise them.

Not one single day.

But how closely they followed
their father's footsteps.

They got your blood,
Noah, tua rabbia.

Your anger.

And you? What are you?

I am a creator.

You see,

we were opposed.

As old as
la storia di frog and...

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Scorpion.

(AGREEING IN ITALIAN)

Scorpion.

Remember,
not a scratch
on the Old Man.

Copy that.
Waiting for the signal.

What the fuck is this place?
It gives me the creeps.

Why did you
sell me out, Louie?

You can never understand.

Twenty-five years.

Try me.

They were building something.

They?

They were creating something.
An empire.

They?

I was helping them!

I used you, Noah,

to destroy their competition,
to cut out their cancers.

I earned my place
among them.

Is this your place
amongst them?

Because all I see

is an old man
in a broke-down palace,

sitting in a garden.

The scorpion and the frog

both lose everything.

See, without you,
I was no longer
useful to them.

They cast me out!

My old man used to tell me
about a place like this.

Back in the woods,
he said that
there's this guy...

Why the priest, Louie?

Why all this? Why now?

Because I knew it would
bring you and your sons.

You will destroy
the Yakavettas for me.
Clear my way.

And this time, I will
take what is mine. Just...

Just a little piccolo pezzo.

For my old age.

After all, I have
never been a greedy man.

(TILL WE MEET AGAIN PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

ANNOUNCER ON GRAMOPHONE:
Beyond the River,

done by Anthony and Harrison,
Edison Records.

(SHALL WE MEET BEYOND
THE RIVER PLAYING)
Connor!

Murph!

POPPA: Take me to him!
Take me to him now!

(ALL GROANING)

I'll see you
in a minute, Louie.

(MUSIC SLOWS AND STOPS)

No, Da! No, please!

God, no!

(GASPING)

Look! Look, boys.

It's so beautiful.

It's a beautiful day.

No.

It is, Da. It is.

(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)
It is beautiful, Da.

MURPHY: (SOFTLY)
Aye, it is, Da.

POPPA: "And they
that holdest my name

"shall come with
the shaking of the earth

"and the roiling
of the oceans."

It's
a non-extradition country.
Passport under your name.

Money, contacts
and a map to your
final destination.

Which is?

The monastery
at Saint Escazú.

A monastery?

Monasteries
enjoy the protection
of the Holy See.

They're not even
subject to local laws,
searches, et cetera.

A sanctuary
within a sanctuary.

He's going to take you
by boat to a private
airstrip down the shore,

where we have
arranged for your travel.
Off the books, of course.

Father, I ain't one
to look a gift horse,

but you still haven't
told me how you're
involved in all this.

And the second
I need to disappear,

you show up with
plans and paperwork
in hand.

It's like you
knew before I did.

The Lord works in
mysterious ways, my dear.

We wanted you to know
that you're not alone.

We have many resources.

You keep saying "we."
Now, who's "we"?

MAN: You ready to go?

I hear
they party pretty hard
at that monastery.

(SIGHING)

Oh.

I'm not sure I'm in love
with that new look there,
Betty Boop.

I attended your funeral,
you son of a bitch!

I know. Loved your shoes.

The skirt was a little risqué
for a funeral, but, hey,

who am I to begrudge
someone their sense
of individuality?

What is this?

Keep it down.

You don't wanna scare
away my little fishies.

Fuck your fish!
What the hell
is going on here?

You are exposed,
young lady!

You're a very clever
little girl, Eunice.
That's why I chose you.

Now it's time for you
to put your thinking cap on.

We got all
the financial backing
and protection

of the biggest
corporation in the world.

And two CEOs worthy
of the public trust.

Now, what do you
think is going on here?

You wanna get them out.

I want to get them out,
get them back to work,

take this thing to
a whole new level.

Where're they being held?

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Set them free! Set them free!
Set them free! Set them free!

EUNICE: The Hoag ain't
just any prison.

Wrong. That's exactly
what it is, just a prison.

Run by men.

Men, as we both know,
are fallible.

EUNICE:
Well, whatever we do,
we gotta do it quick.

Those boys
aren't safe in there.

SMECKER:
Oh, I don't know.

A little birdie tells me
they're gonna be just fine.

(THE SAINTS ARE COMING
PLAYING)

♪ The saints are coming

♪ I say no matter how I try,
I realize there's no reply

♪ The saints are coming

♪ I say no matter how I try,
I realize there's no reply

♪ A drowning sorrow floods
the deepest grief

♪ How long now?

♪ Until a weather change
condemns belief

♪ The stone says

♪ This paternal guide
once had his day

♪ Once had his day

♪ The saints are coming

♪ I say no matter how I try,
I realize there's no reply

♪ The saints are coming

♪ I say no matter how I try,
I realize there's no reply

♪ I say no matter how I try,
I realize there's no reply ♪

(HOLY FOOL PLAYING)

♪ I know there's
something happening here

♪ I know
there's something
happening here

♪ Do my eyes
deceive my ears?

♪ Can you feel that, man?

♪ I sure as hell can

♪ Can you feel that, man?

♪ Two thousand years
I've reigned

♪ As the King of Man

♪ And every morning
you felt
my guiding hand, yeah

♪ What'd you do to deserve me?

♪ I spread my wings
and my minions sing

♪ I know you heard it, man

♪ Yet my sun
still shines on your back

♪ Your mountains, your sins

♪ You gotta come to me

♪ With your arms
outstretched, baby

♪ You better come to me

♪ And on your knees

♪ 'Cause I'm your holy

♪ Your holy fool

♪ I am your holy fool

♪ Yes, I'm your holy

♪ Your holy fool

♪ I am your holy fool

♪ Power has descended forth
from my hand

♪ I know you felt it, man

♪ Yet my sun
still shines on your back

♪ Your mountains, your sins

♪ Yeah

♪ Yes, I know
that you fear me

♪ I call upon you
from my holy hill

♪ Sometimes I ask you to live

♪ Sometimes to kill

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Sometimes I ask you to kill

♪ You gotta come to me

♪ With your arms
outstretched, baby

♪ You better come to me

♪ And on your knees