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Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor.
We need a doctor.

I'm the hospital administrator,
Dr. Harvard.

We serve only a certain class
of people.

That guy put my family
on the street

like we were shit on his spats.

He lost his breathing license.

I-I can find
a patsy to frame up.

But you got to lay off
this Dr. Harvard.

Holy Christmas.

Will you take care of him?

I shall attend him

faithfully until the Lord arrives.

I'm saying you're fired.

Me and Donatello were talking

about us taking over
the slaughterhouse

before he died...

is our position.

Swanee and me got prospects.

What kind of prospects?

Bank robbing.

Jesus on a stick!

- Language.
- What?

Keep a civil tongue, I'm saying.

Who the hot Christ are you?

You always take the Lord's name
in vain with this much gusto?

You're fuckin'-A right.

Flannigan!

You want a cup of coffee?

Yeah, Chief.

Black, two sugars.

Thank you, no.

In my faith we abstain
from caffeinated beverages,

both hot and cold.

In your...

There were 12 tribes of Israel.

Ten were lost.

Lost who, what, now?

Ten were lost.

Two of those made their way
across the sea

to this great and sacred land.

The Nephites and the Lamanites.

Once here,
the rebellious Lamanites

were cursed by God
with skin of blackness

so they would not be attractive
to my people.

The...

What do you... Nephites?

Mormons.

You asked my faith.

I'm a priest
of the Mormon Church

and a member
of the Quorum of Seventy.

Do you mind? I haven't eaten
since last evening.

Last time I checked,

there's still a kill order
on the books

for all Mormons
in the state of Missouri.

Sadly, the people of Missouri

are not sympathetic
to our faith.

And yet here you are.

And yet here I am,

solid in my beliefs
and unafraid.

And for why?

I'm sorry?

I'm saying, with all due respect
to Your Holiness,

what the slippery fuck
are you doing in my office

at 8:00 a.m.
on a Wednesday morning,

Mormon or no?

U.S. Marshal Dick Wickware,

in pursuit of two cons
escaped the night previous

from Our Lady of Regret
Women's Prison.

For shit's sake, son,

why the Christ didn't you
just say so when I walked in?

Captain Hanhuck,
I can safely say

you blasphemy more than any man
I've ever met.

And I've been to Cleveland.

Two cons, you said?

Yes, sir.

One Zelmare Roulette,
one Swanee Capps.

What kind of cockeyed names
are those?

Uh, the first
is a descendant from slaves.

The other's an Indian.

And you think they came here,
to Kansas City?

And I was hoping
you might assign me

a local yes-man
to aid in my pursuit.

Hmm.

Weff!

Cap?

I'm assigning you
to the marshal here.

Help track down
a couple loose cons.

Okay.
Just... I-I caught the...

I'm working the homicide
from yesterday, the...

society matron
and her man Friday.

Is that why you drove out
to see the Faddas yesterday?

That's...

Yeah, we spoke.

How about we
kick that case to Manlin

and you help the deacon here?

The deacon?

Dick Wickware,

but people call me Deafy.

You're-you're deaf?

I could see how you'd leap
to that conclusion, but, no,

they call me Deafy on account
of I hear what I want to hear.

And what I want to hear
right now

is you've got an address for
the sister of one of my runners.

One little, two
little, three little Indians.

Four little, five little,
six little Indians.

Ten little Indian boys.

One little, two little,
three little Indians,

four little, five little,
six little Indians,

seven little, eight little,
nine little Indians.

Ten little Indian boys.

You got Satan in your heart,
don't you, Palomino?

What?

I'm saying, here's you,

a host of ticks and tells,
which...

Either the devil's got you

or you got yourself
a nervous condition.

Is that it?

Do I make you nervous?

Why don't we step outside
and see who gets nervous?

How's that?

So you been hunting fugitives
a long while now?

Since I was in short pants.

Christian, Jew, Negro.

Male, female, hermaphrodite.

Makes no difference.

Tracked a one-eyed Mexican
all the way to the ocean once.

Caught him trying to paddle
to China.

Which... can you picture

a Mexico man
washing up in China?

And you think this
Zelmare fled to her sister's?

We got a saying back
in Salt Lake.

Only God knows the true truth.

But at the risk
of sounding prideful,

I'm a pretty good judge
of character.

Plus, we got skells
on the inside saying

our girl spent
the last few weeks jawing

about how her sister's
in trouble.

So, makes more sense to me
than clam chowder.

Yeah, well, get it done.

I got a real case to work.

This socialite murder
you mentioned.

And who's this Fadda family

your captain spoke of?

Just some local Italians.

We had some spaghetti eaters in Salt Lake

before the war.

Caught 'em trying
to map a beachhead.

Put an end to that right quick.

You know,

not everyone darker
than a Norseman's

running around
with sin in their heart.

Well, look at you.

Mr. Boy Scout.

Go fuck your aunt and uncle.

How's that?

We're moving.

Hands in the air, citizen.

Secure him.

Move.

Ladies.

Here.

Sit down. Sit.

Might one of you be
Dibrell Roulette?

We're just cleaning, sir.

I count five place settings
and three of you.

Might be behind some
kind of paneling or something.

I'm guessing you're the niece.

She's a minor.

And I don't consent
to her questioning.

Where's your sister?

Harboring a known fugitive
is a felony.

You want your mom to go to jail?

Don't look at her.
Look at me.

Where's your aunt?

Prison.

Start a search.

Residence is upstairs.

They run a mortuary
in the basement.

Show me.

Put down the damn pie.

Jesus Christ.

Step back.

Get out of here. Jesus.

One little, two
little, three little Indians.

- Four little, five little, six little Indians.
- What?

Ten little Indian boys.

Jesus.

B-Basement's clear.

- I got to...
- Thank you.

I'm gonna ask you one last time.

Where's your sister?

We told you.

Zelmare is in Our Lady of Regret
Women's Prison

serving five years
for armed robbery.

Wasin the women's correctional.

She escaped last night.

I-I told that girl.

I told her.

This is His will.

He is sending you a message,

and you better listen.

You know who I mean
when I say "His will"?

Yes, ma'am, I most certainly do.

Well, I told her,

you stay in that place

and get your head
screwed on right.

Give up the sinning.

Renounce your lawlessness

and appropriation of spirits.

We were put on this Earth

to toil in His name.

Not to sow oats.

- So you haven't seen her?
- Seen her?

Officer, if I ever see

my sister again,

I'm gonna wring her neck.

You all have a nice night.

Sorry for the disturbance.

Just...

give me a moment.

Well, let's go check the damage.

Ethelrida, stay down here
and see about cleaning up.

- You had a close call.
- Hmm?

- Is what I heard.
- Oh.

Yet cooler heads prevailed.

- Here you are.
- I think

some flapjacks
this morning, Nadine.

You got it.

- I'll take this.
- No, that's all right.

- Okay.
- You're not eating?

I'm not saying

it wasn't a smart play,
moving on the slaughterhouses.

But you must've knew
it wouldn't stick.

Well, he gave permission,
the old man.

Last week at the playground.

Well, you tell me one thing

ever got given to you
in this world

that you didn't have to take.
Hmm?

And I'm saying...

...respect the deal.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

You didn't serve in the war,
did you?

I was in the legal corps.

Army. Pushing papers.

After the cease-fire,

they send me to Nuremberg
for the trials.

Last Negro in Germany,
I'd imagine.

Mm-hmm.

You ever heard of the Double V?

Hmm.

It's what they sold us.

Mm-hmm.

Fight for our country,
and we get two victories.

One for America and one
for we sons of servitude.

No more lynchings.

No more blackjacks at the polls.

Hmm? Okay.

So, they send me to Nuremberg,

and this colonel tells me

he's got a big job for me.

Says, "You're gonna interview
Hermann Goring,

the Reichsmarschall himself."

Says, "Days, weeks,

however long it takes
to get him to talk."

Says, "I need you,
Doctor Senator, Esquire,

"to use your training,
your skills

to build the People's case."

Well, now,

what is that
if not the double victory?

Hmm?

So I sit with the man
for six weeks,

eight hours a day,
six days a week,

and we get into it.

The first two weeks,

he just stares at me,
murder in his eyes.

But I use my wiles.

You know, appeal to his ego.

Get him talking.

Ah. Soon he won't shut up.

Bragging
about every little thing,

and I type it down
and write it up for the colonel,

word-for-word.

I spend two weeks
crafting my conclusion,

my analysis
of international law.

Then, one Sunday morning,

after services,

I knock on the colonel's door

and I give him my report.

You know what he does?

Throws it in the trash.

Yeah.

400 pages with footnotes.

Throws it in the trash
and says...

"I just wanted to make

that old Nazi squirm..."

"...having to answer
to a Negro."

So...

you say respect the deal?

Excuse me if I say

our word is exactly
as good as yours.

The slaughterhouses...
They belong to us.

Deal or no deal.

You can call it the cost
of transition.

I'll pass it on.

There's no mystery to it.

Everything breaks, and there's
a right way to fix it.

Are you Jewish?

No.

Then how come
they call you Rabbi?

Isn't rabbi a Jewish priest?

You ever play poker?

But you know there's a game
called poker, played with cards.

Well, there's this saying
in poker:

you play the hand you're dealt.

You and me, we're proof of that.

You see, when yours truly
was a boy,

he had the same thing happen
to him, what happened to you.

You got traded?

What?

From baseball.

That's what my daddy said.

I got traded to another team.

Exactly.

I got traded twice.

Except, well, for you,
you get to go back

to your original team one day.

Is this your original team?

No.

My team was shite.

What are these words?

Team, traded?

It's nothing.

Doesn't matter.

Say it again.

I want to... I want to hear.

- Yeah.
- We'll get out of your way.

This was our home in Italy,
my country.

Yeah.

The fascists knock it down,

and so I live in the trees.

So... you're Irish, hmm?

American.

I'm American.

But you came to us
when you were just a boy.

And you killed
your own father...

for us.

What's that like?

Who remembers?

"Who remembers?"
I like it.

What the fuck is this?

I got it.

A trade, yeah?

You, Rabbi, for you.

Hmm.

Come on, kid.

Get out of my chair.

No.

I like it.

It's too big for you, no?

Up.

Did you make trouble at
the slaughterhouse last night?

Who, me?

I take care of things.

I'm the boss, I'm the one
who takes care of things.

You?

You can't even take care
of this doctor

who kicks our family
out on the street.

What'd you say to me?

You can't even take care of...

Why is he in here?

- This is my office.
- My mistake.

Your man asked me
to fix the radiator.

I...

There's secret stuff here.

And he's a...

Think.

Retard, use your head next time.

And you.

You think I can't take care

of some piece-of-shit
pencil pusher?

Is that what you think?!

Mm-hmm.

Get out.

All of you.

You follow orders.

You hear me?
Or go home.

What are you doing?
Put that back.

Look at this fucking mess.

It's not too big.

It's just right.

You were at St. Bartholomew's.

Yes, sir, three years.

Good souls all, but...

I like to go where I feel
I can be most useful,

and I heard
you might have hardship.

Three of our older nurses
retired last month.

Experience...

It can't be bought.

Now, I myself have
over ten years' service,

starting as a candy striper

and delivering treats
to the tots.

You worked for Allen Sneet?

Yes, sir.
He's a fair boss.

Considerate but firm.

He'll give you
a good recommendation?

Hmm.

Well, I should hope so.

I used to bake him
cookies once a week.

We are shorthanded right now.

Well, you can't have that,

what with cold and flu season
coming on.

Can you start next week?

I'll be here with bells on.

Fine.

Go see Mrs. Meeker
in the office.

- She'll start the paperwork.
- Oh.

If-if there is one thing I love,
it's a man of action

who just knows what he wants
and goes for it.

Y-You won't regret this, sir.

Just so I'm in the know,

what's your favorite sweet,
baked or otherwise?

That won't be necessary.

Come now.

Everyone's got a birthday.

I am... hmm...

Partial to the macaroon.

Mmm.
Challenge accepted.

Ta, for now.

Apparently I got the job.

Bang.

Whoa!

I'm on to you, mister.

Spying on a chaste and proper
woman in the course of her day.

What...

What would the preacher say?

I'm not spying on you.

Your face.

I'm kidding.

But you're a cheeky devil.

Dollars to doughnuts.

Don't get me wrong... I've had
my fair share of suitors.

None that are worth the paper
they're printed on.

But after our encounter
the first,

and then again at the funeral,
I said to myself,

I said, "Oraetta,
this one's different."

Who are you?

Very funny, you.

Trying to play coy
after tracking me down

to my new place of work.

Maybe this'll
refresh your memory.

- Keep talking.
- See, I was thinking about you

after the chapel,
looking so sad,

and I said to myself, I said,

"Oraetta, aw, this fella,

"he is carrying a heavy load,

"what with the death
of his father...

The paterfamilias..."

"and him now
responsible for it all."

Go on. Ease the pain.

Fuck it.

Okay. Whoa.

Jesus Christ. What are you doing?

You think too much.

♪ Mine eyes have seen
the glory ♪

♪ Of the coming of the Lord ♪

♪ He has trampled out
the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes of wrath
are stored ♪

♪ He hath loosed
His fateful lightning ♪

♪ With His terrible
swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Glory... ♪

Wait.

What is your name again?

You're such a kidder.

But I'm serious.

Call a girl on the phone
next time, ask her out proper.

Mr. Cannon.

Please, Mr. Cannon,
let-let me just

barber with you for a minute.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Just a moment of your time.

Let him through.

What you need, son?

Just rub some coins together...
That's all.

Just-just a cup of joe.

Cup of joe?

That's why your eyes so runny?

Too much Sanka?

Let me see what I got for you.

You see that...

What happened on his face
when I pull out my roll?

What do we call that, Doctor?

- We call that the blight.
- The blight.

See, five seconds ago
this young hustler

was fingering the holes
in his pocket, living the now.

But then he sees this

and he starts to dream.

"With that much cash,
I can make plans.

Turn my shit around."
Right?

So now he's planning
months into the future...

Sees himself all cleaned up,
fine girl on his arm.

Then, what do you know?

He ain't even colored no more.

He's J.P. fucking Morgan.

An American success story.

But watch this.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
- Mm-mmm.

You see that?

I just stole from that man.

Forget it weren't his money.

Just seeing that much scratch,

he made a future for himself.

And I took that from him.

S-So, am I getting paid or...

Get the fuck out of here.

That ain't right.

That ain't right!

♪ Well, it's oh, lordy me ♪

♪ Yes, it's oh, lordy my ♪

- Ain't that a bitch.
- ♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

Ain't right.

- ♪ Oh, lordy me ♪
- Ain't right.

♪ Yes, it's oh, lordy my... ♪

I count ten in, five out.

You know what that means.

We're gonna have to reload.

♪ Who's gonna glove your hand? ♪

♪ Who's gonna kiss ♪

♪ Your red ruby lips? ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Oh, lordy me, yes,
it's oh, lordy my ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Papa's gonna shoe
my pretty little foot ♪

♪ Mama's gonna glove my hand ♪

♪ Sister's gonna
kiss my red ruby lips ♪

♪ I won't need no man... ♪

I got it.

What'd you get?

The lesson, what you told
the boy... I listen.

I want to let you know, these
other boys... they're muscle.

But my head's in the game.
I want to learn. I'm smart.

You copacetic?

Kid's trying to tell me
he see himself as managerial.

- Oh, is that right?
- Yes, sir, whatever you need.

- Mm-hmm. How old are you?
- 26.

- Hmm.
- You like jazz?

Yes, sir.

- Big band or Dixieland?
- Bebop.

There's a new cat,
Dizzy Gillespie.

He burn it up.

How about this?

My son's trying to drop out
of community college

so he can smoke reefer
and blow spit through metal.

I'm gonna make you his driver.

You're gonna pal up to him
and keep him on the path.

That managerial enough for you?

Leon'll get it done.

You still think
the slaughterhouse

- was the right play?
- Oh, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Hubris to think
that you can control things.

That's why God created tornados.

To remind us.

Yeah.

But you can raise the odds.

♪ I wanna be your man ♪

♪ I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ I'm gonna be
your man. ♪

What?

He went out. Josto.

Boss said no killing.

I'm just saying.

Shh.

Ah.

Calamita.

- Hmm?
- Boss.

Take Irish. Hmm?

Hmm?

We fight...

or we die.

Yes?

Yes.

The fuck...

Barons
with two runs on five hits,

- two errors, three left on.
- Marco.

- The Monarchs, two runs,
four hits, one error, - Polo.

And four men left on base.

- Williams, the batter. It's a strike.
- Marco.

- Polo.
- Williams, the first time up,

hit a ground ball
to the first baseman,

and the second time around
a double to left field.

Barons 2, Monarch 2,

- sixth inning.
- We got business.

That ball is away,

high outside for ball two.

This is McDaniels'
second start in the series

and Collingford is making
his third appearance,

with two starts
and one relief job.

He started twice, relieved once.

Inside, ball three.

The wear and tear may tell...

I don't come back,
I'm dead or in jail.

Greason, who was warming up
for the Black Barons,

is now resting.

Do your lessons.

There's the pitch... And
a line drive to right field,

in there for a base hit.

Take another hop...

You thinking of
signing up for some courses?

History of the Roman Empire?

Introduction to
Animal Husbandry?

Chuckle up, sneezy.

Your time is coming.

Meaning?

Meaning you know.

Same side, you and me,
last I checked.

Mm. Is that right?

You gonna tell me the play?

You'll put it together
once you see.

See what?

The oldest?

We're just scaring him, right?

Oh, yeah.

He's gonna be scared, all right.

If we kill him, they'll hang
Zero from the nearest tree.

It's not my problem.

Roll your window down.

It's a bum play, I'm saying.

Think about it.
We do this, it's war.

So I want to make sure
we got this on good authority.

That it's cleared.

Get your heater out.

Josto gave the order?
The boss?

He said kill the kid?

Answer me.

Gaetano...

said make it personal.

And Josto knows?

They'll carve Zero up.

They'll send him home in pieces.

Get ready.

Do it.

Stop!
I won't ask twice.

You're dead, you Irish fuck.

Maybe.

Or maybe I tell Josto
his brother's giving orders

like he's boss
and you're taking 'em.

And then maybe it's you
pushing daisies.

I'll walk home.

It true your family's cursed?

- Who told you that?
- Your sister.

In the hoosegow.

You know how people
get to talking.

She says the devil followed you
all straight out of Mississippi

and into Kansas City.

Says you've seen him.

- Mom?
- That's not...

She's just telling tales.

Looking for attention.

Maybe, but...

I seen this land,
from Bozeman to Little Rock.

My daddy built the railroad.

He was a Chinaman,

heard voices on the breeze.

He ended up living in a cave
with a coyote

who tricked him in his sleep.

He had two shadows, my daddy.

One for him...

...one for the devil.

He used to hug me
around my neck,

just a little too hard,
late at night.

See, people think
it's houses get haunted.

But it ain't.

I'm borrowing some things.

Clothes.

Clothes?

I said "things."

- That's Thurman's daddy's gun.
- What's he need it for?

Nobody breaks
into a funeral home,

and everyone downstairs
already dead.

You sawed it?

Pie? It's apple.

We're not shooting birds.

You better not be
shooting anybody.

Well, in my experience,

folks don't just
hand over money.

You got to convince 'em.

- Ethelrida...
- I know. Go to my room.

Zelmare Roulette,

just who you planning to rob?

Let's just say,
if you like the setup,

you're gonna love the punch line.

You ready?

Cops could be watching, maybe.

Gonna drive 'em out
in the hearse.

Y'all are gonna
have to share a coffin.

We accustomed to tight quarters.

Well, don't get emotional.
Come on, Swan Lake.

I'm-a pinch this, too.

Leave that.

But...

Just what the devil
are you two up to?

Being outlaws.

All right, make haste.

♪ Oh, men of dark ♪

♪ And dismal fate ♪

♪ Forgo ♪

♪ Your cruel employ ♪

♪ Have pity ♪

♪ On my lonely state... ♪

Comfortable?

Nope.

♪ An orphan boy... ♪

♪ How sad ♪

♪ An orphan boy ♪

♪ These children
whom you see are... ♪

You smell like dessert.

♪ Poor fellow ♪

♪ Take them away from me ♪

♪ And I shall be indeed alone ♪

♪ Poor fellow ♪

♪ If pity you can feel,
leave me... ♪

Think I ate too much pie.

Oh!

- ♪ Your hearts you cannot steel... ♪
- Sorry.

♪ Against the sad, sad tale ♪

♪ Of the lonely ♪

♪ Orphan boy ♪

♪ Poor fellow ♪

♪ See, at our feet they kneel ♪

♪ Our hearts
we cannot steel... ♪

You up for this?

I can go.

♪ Orphan boy... ♪

♪ The orphan boy ♪

♪ See, at our feet they kneel ♪

Click, clack.

♪ Our hearts we cannot steel ♪

♪ Against the tale ♪

♪ Of the lonely ♪

♪ Or... ♪

♪ ...phan boy. ♪

Freeze, scoundrels!

All y'all get down
on the ground.

I'll take those greenbacks, slick.

Girl, you got a panty
on your head.

I gotta go.

Hold your horses.

We're going as soon
as we get the dough.

No. I gotta go.

Double-time, rookie.

Hey.

Please...

Did they get you?

No. They shot up the car,
but we slipped through.

Boss, they lit us up here, too.

Not now.

Did you see the hitters?

The skeleton was driving...
Calamita...

And Rabbi rode bitch.

He pulled the shots.

They charged in my blind spot,
but I handled it.

Now do you get it?

The cost. What it means
to be in this family.

- Do you feel it?
- They weren't shooting at me.

Boy, you clinically stupid?

They were shooting at you.

I was a proxy.

What?

A proxy, a stand-in.

I know what a proxy is.
What's your name?

- Your name.
- Lemuel.

No, your family name.

Cannon.

You see these boys?

They got their own name.

That would make them proxies.

But you?

Your brother, your sisters,
your mama?

You're me.

Like it or don't like it.
Don't matter.

It ain't my business.
I'm a music man.

Now you're choosing
to be ignorant.

No.
You're making the choosing.

But you can't have both more.

More power, more safe...
You can't have both.

It's less power, more safe,
or this.

What I choose don't matter.

20 Gs.

It's what they shotgunned
out of here.

Three dead.

The Italians?

Two broads.

One of 'em threw up everywhere.

You got
to see the whole picture.

That's the point.

I'm saying a coordinated action

implies planning.
Hmm?

Maybe this is the Night
of the Long Knives, huh?

Lock it down.

Everything.

I want six guys
in front of the house.

Already done.

You sure it was Rabbi?

Yeah.

What does it mean?

Should I wake up the white boy

and bloody his fucking face?

Turn up the flames,
you're saying?

Hmm, bring this thing to a boil?

They're holding my son.

He could be swinging from a tree
right now, for all we know.

What I want to know is...

who gave the order?

Was it the boss
or was it the brother?

Could be they're fighting
with each other.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Tail wagging the dog.

So?

Well, I'm saying,

once we start shooting back,

it's to the death.

So...

we better be sure.

Now I get it.