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1x01 - Mark 8-36

Transcript: Raceman
Synchro: Sixe

I say open your wallet,
you open your wallet.

I say pull your pants down

'Cause I want to
fuck you up the ass,

That's what you do!

Hey! Where do you think
you're going?!

I'm not done with you yet, asshole!

Come back here!

You-- You stay right there!

Hey, listen to me!

No, it's just Patty
yellin' out some fucking smoke.

What? No.

Wear the black thing.
It's your choice.

500?

All I want is an around the world
with a happy ending.

So if I don't get
my taste, Jamal,

I'm gonna close this
shop down!

For 500, I should have you and
Kelly for the fuckin' filthy Sanchez.

I'm gonna kick you
and your band of happy niggers

back to the projects.

What'd you just call me?

- Get the fuck out of here!
- Say it again!

Should I subtract the fucking 50
you stole from my wallet?

Nigger. Nigger.
Nigger.

Why don't I pay in cash?

Fuck!

Are you my friend?

I asked you a question.

- Tom, listen--
- 'Cause when you needed a favor,

Pay a loan for your brother,

latitude from the staties
on that D.U.I.--

Jesus, Tom. Be reasonable.
The highway spur's gotta go sewhere.

Yeah, somewhere other than my hill.

It's for the good of the whole state.

I don't represent the whole state.

How many of you have had
Tom Caffee come to your home

Just to see how you're doing ?

Look, if the governor's engineers,

They want to carve up a neighborhood,
let them carve up the eastside.

- You can't go on the eastside.
- Why not?

Because rich people
live on the eastside?

I mean, god forbid we hurt
their quality of life.

No, the hill's full of
poor white people,

and what right
do they have to complain?

Look, even if I side with you
against the highway spur,

the governor's put his
full weight behind this.

The governor doesn't run
the house of reps.

Representative Caffee
will just be another minute.

Yeah, go ahead.

Look, your vote is your own.

I can't force you to do anything.

But you should know
the state is planning

to open several new
methadone clinics.

Those clinics have
gotta go somewhere.

So imagine the impact.

every junkie in the state

busing to your district
for treatment.

Or you vote with me against the spur,

I help barrington get that corporate
subsidy you've been wanting.

Are you saying you can
get that subsidy out of committee?

It's my committee.

And the fact that he let
me marry his sister

shows just how generous he is.

The second part of that
was a joke there.

Moving on.

Donatello's on board.

Move the barrington subsidy
onto tomorrow's committee calendar,

then call Brooke, Steve, and Miles
and tell them we're passing it.

Should I call Spencer
and Kevin, too?

Let it go down to a 7-6 vote.

- I want him to sweat.
- Tom, wait.

I got a heads-up call
from the duty sergeant downtown.

Patrick Mullin got his faced
stoved in by a construction worker

down at the 195 bypass
this afternoon.

Patty Mullin-- Hey.

That's just great.

They were arguing.
The worker was black.

One of the witness says
that Patty called him a...

a child of god.

Exactly.

Police haven't
captured the guy yet,

but channels 10 and 12
are on the scene.

I'll swing by his mother's tomorrow
after the journal interview,

pay my respects.

I'll put it on
the schedule.

...the prince of the hill,
Representative Tommy caffee.

I love you.

My brother-in-law
Jimmy martinson.

You know, Jimmy, I guess you managed
to prove my mother was wrong.

I'd also like to recognize
representative Donatello

and his compatriots.

And apologize for
the lack of good cannoli.

These are new days
in Rhode Island.

The smoke-filled back room,

the sweetheart deal,
the insider handshake,

those are the old ways.

Myself and other
like-minded representatives

are returning state government
to its rightful owners:

The hard-working men
and women of Rhode Island.

The F.B.I. send over Freddy financials,

you don't want to know
what that boat costs.

What the fuck am
I gonna do with you, huh?!

Looks like Freddy's
more pissed off at Moe than usual ?

I got 20 fucking years--

Yeah, well, Moe did just
sit there with his thumb up his ass

while Patty Mullin
got his melon smashed in.

Oh, here we go again.

The guy just can't resist whipping it
out in public, huh?

Well, if I had a 13-inch cock,

I'd whip it out every chance I could.

If I was his wife,
I'd make him sleep in the other room.

Ok, here's the deal.

Heads, you tail Freddie,
Tails, you tail Moe.

All right. Flip it.

Is this your car?
Hey, excuse me.

Is this your car?

Swell parking job
you've done here.

Did they teach you that
at parochial school?

Maybe you should have
parked on the sidewalk,

or would that be too polite?

5 more minutes,
I would have had you towed.

Why don't you tow my left nut, pal.

Oh, that's right.
You're a big fucking man,

- Piss on anyone you want to.
- Let's go.

No. Guys like this think there's
no one in the world besides them.

There are rules to
civilized fucking society!

Are there?

You tell your
faggot boyfriend

I'm gonna park
wherever the fuck I want!

And if you even think
about going to the cops,

I'm gonna have 3 guys
rape your scrawny fucking ass!

Here.

He said he'd have me raped.

That's not gonna happen.

Tell me what it was like
when you first met him.

He was shy, actually.

The first time we spoke,

I couldn't tell if he was asking out
me or my shoelaces.

Ok, now pick a ribbon.

Green or blue?

Or blue or blue
or green?

Green or blue?

Shamrock green for a good irish girl.

Ok. Turn around and hold still.

Now, what else?

There was a house fire on richter.

Smoke damage mostly.

Ok, we'll stop by.

I'm not sure you schedule has time.

You said you wanted
to see Mrs. Mullin.

Someone's home burned.

Push lunch 20 minutes.

The convention board
will be on their second martini.

They won't even notice.

Did you call about the trash
piling up on quonset street?

I called Jane Whit at sanitation.

She said her guys
love the deli platter.

Ok. The rabbit goes through the hole...

and you, you're done.

Is it ok?

Oh...yeah.
It's all right.

We're just having a wiring issue.

I'll be right back.

You turned on the air conditioning.

What, am I not supposed to do that?

Not when the dishwasher's running.

You told me it was just the dryer.

- No, I didn't.
- You did.

You weren't listening.

Here, let me.

I spoke to O'Malley
about the wiring.

He says it's pointless
unless we redo the whole house.

How much?

$10,000.

What does he think I am,
made of money?

Yes, he thinks
you're made of money.

Hold still.

I told him we'd have
to think about it.

What's to think about?

Have you seen our checkbook lately?

Mortgage, car repair,
the girls' tuition--

Eileen, we can't run
the toaster

and the microwave
at the same time

without blowing a fuse.

Don't worry.
I'll find a way to get it done.

There.
Now you're perfect.

Can we see
more of Mrs. Caffee's hand?

Like that?

Yeah, that's fine.

Looking at her, please.

Michael James Caffee.

Vanished 7 years ago.

One step ahead of a hit,

and two steps ahead of you guys.

According to the CI reports,

3- part Mike killed
Patty Mullin's bull dyke sister

'Cause she molested
a 15-year-old girl.

He stabbed her 54 times
and then threw her off a building.

We're thinking 3- part Mike's back

because Patty Mullin's
got whacked at the construction site.

Why 3-part?

Judge, jury,
and executioner.

He likes to play all 3.

Now, the point is
everybody knew what happened,

but the 15-year-old
refused to testify,

so there was no way
to make a case.

Story goes, every year
on her birthday

she gets an anonymous
hallmark card with 5 grand in it.

From 3-part Mike?

The way I hear it,

it's Tom Caffee paying her off
to keep her quiet.

That's total supposition.

Thomas Caffee,
he's a good man.

If Michael Caffee's back,
he's gonna be a player.

If he's a player,
I want him.

Mrs Mullin.

Well, if it isn't Tommy Caffee.

Don't you look the comer?

I'm sorry to intrude, Mrs. Mullin.

Oh, no bother.

Long as you understand
I ain't dressed for nothin' formal.

I don't got coffee

but I got some milk and donuts.

No, no, I'm fine.
Thank you.

So...
see anything you like?

I got all the top labels--

Hilfiger, Ralph Lauren.

Those new rent-a-cops at providence
place are friggin' retarded.

Actually, that's not why I'm here.

Come on. One shirt
on a 5-finger markdown's

that's not gonna keep you
from being president.

151/2, 34, right?

Mrs. Mullin, I'm here
about your son patrick.

- Patty?
- Yeah.

What's that bastard
in dutch for now?

He's dead.

He was killed down
on the 195 bypass.

- We don't care, as long as--
- No!

God, no!

- My baby boy...
- I am so sorry.

They killed my baby boy!

My Patty never did nothin' to nobody!

I'm gonna do all I can,
Mrs. Mullin.

No, you piss on that!

You make sure they
gas the burrhead!

Patty was a thug,
a bigot, and a racist,

so don't you believe all that
keening from folks on the hill

over poor Patty Mullin.

People up there would defend the devil
himself if he had irish blood.

Look at the black kids beaten up
for walking down the wrong street.

Look at the rocks thrown through
the windows of black-driven cars,

then flip the details.

Make Patty Mullin black,
Jamal Lynch white.

You think there would any dispute
it was self-defense?

No.

Hey. They got the mother on
ff the kid who killed Patty Mullin.

...no more guilty of murder
than Bernard Goetz

Or any white man
who's ever lashed out--

Someone should tell him
Goetz was convicted.

Now, I'd like, if you would,
to give you a moment to hear...

Mayberry?

My son Jamal
was never a violent boy.

He did not run with gangs...

Glad you could make it.

I'm not.

You wanna tell me what Patty Mullin

was doing at your construction site?

What do you think?

He was shaking down
my foreman.

Said my work crew
would start having accidents

if I didn't kick back proper-like

to the union local.

So your guy
took a shovel to his face.

You don't drop the "n" word
on a proud black man.

I told you
when you came to me.

You were gonna run into this situation.

Providence is a closed shop town.

You also said there'd
be no pay-for-play.

Look...

I'm a Rhode Island guy.

I get the local rules,
but...

why should I have to pay off
a bunch of white union boys

when I've already paid you?

Let me be clear.

What you're implying
is a felony.

I never asked you for money.
You've never given me any.

What I did was suggest
you hire Jim's law firm

to help you with your contract bid under
the state's affirmative action policy.

What...
you think I'm wearing a wire?

...the persistent
rumors of an alliance

between union officials and alleged
local crime boss Freddie Cork,

the man reportedly
who controlled organized crime

in the hill section
in providence. For now...

It's unacceptable, Jimmy.
I did you a favor,

and you promised he'd give
the local their taste, no problem.

He said he would.

If it got out that I helped throw
a contract to a black company

when I've got union men
in my district out of work...

They were gonna give that contract
to a black company anyway.

That distinction is beside the point.
You know?

Jobs are jobs.

Tell Mayberry that we need
Lynch's mother and her people

to stop with
the press conferences.

This whole story needs to disappear
from the media eye and fast.

I'm putting you
in quarantine, Jimmy.

No political functions
for 6 months.

Your firm is hooked
to Mayberry Construction,

And I don't want that man's company
anywhere near me.

Understood?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll see you at sunday dinner.

Ok.

So what do you think?

Today the day?

- 'Another one, Patty?
- I'm good.

No.

Not today.

Every day with the fucking
pussy-ass drink bit.

Jesus fucking christ.

Back from the dead.

I got in a program
when I was doing time down at ACI.

Judge gave me 3 years.
Woulda been 10 if it was fed time.

Lucky.

Don't I know it.
He saved my life.

What about you, Mike?

Most all guys said you were 6 under.

Naw. Me?
I was just at the library.

A lotta good books at the library.

It's all there, Mike,
just like when you left.

I know it is, you fucking idiot.

Take that.

Get yourself somethin'...
smart to wear.

Go to your ma's
and wait by the phone.

For how long?

Till I call.

Why?

When you're fresh
in the program, Mike,

you're not supposed
to make any major life changes.

Well, you know, if you're good
with what you're doing,

Then..
Then fuck it.

What the fuck?

Let's go to work.

There he is.
Mr. Caffee... Mr. Caffee...

The attempt
by representative Williams

to smear the hill
as a racist neighborhood

is utterly contemptible.

Jamal Lynch
murdered Patty Mullin.

Mr. Lynch should therefore
turn himself in

and be tried in accordance
with the laws of this state.

Thank you.

Order in the committee.

We will continue
with the roll call vote

on the barrington
business subsidy.

Representative Williams.

Nay.

Representative Silk.

Let me say this clearly.

This is a bad bill at a bad time.

It reeks of cronyism--

We can dispense with the oration.

A simple up or down vote
will suffice.

Nay.

Mr. Chairman?

Chair votes aye.

The vote is 7 to 6.
The bill passes

and is referred to the full house
in the affirmative.

Committee is adjourned.
Thank you.

7-6?
That's the best you could do?

It passed, didn't it?

All right. I'll go against
the governor on the highway spur.

Well, as long as you think
it's the right thing to do.

Marty Trio.
My favorite union rep.

Tommy.

Good to see you.

What's with the mourning band?

Not Patty Mullin?

Officially, he was
a member of the local.

Well, officially, he was barely
a member of the human race.

May god rest.

So...

Look, Tom, I'm just
a messenger here, so you gotta know.

This ain't coming from me.

But, uh...

the word is out.

Your brother?

That he's back.

If I had a nickel for every time
someone said my brother was back...

I'd have wiring
in my house that actually worked.

Yeah. But that was before Patty Mullin
got his head kicked in.

Your brother took a powder
because Patty had it out for him,

And Patty had the backing
of certain people.

Freddie cork.

Yeah. Look, Tom,

there's a lot of bad blood between
Freddie and your brother.

Before things get outta hand...

he thought you might
want the opportunity to...

to supply an incentive for peace.

Why don't you pull out a gun,
stick me up?

Tommy,
it's not like that.

It's exactly like that.

Look, family is everything to you, Tom.

Everybody knows that.

I'm sorry.

But Freddie wants
what Freddie wants.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was your day?

It was fine.
It was good.

What?

When you say it like that, I know
I should check the morning papers.

Well, maybe you should, because I saw
the picture the journal's gonna run,

and you look spectacular.

I'm glad it came out
the way you wanted.

And you, miss?

You look very nice, too.

Happy to help
with the dog and pony show.

- Mary Rose!
- No, it's ok.

What you did was a very big help.

If you don't want to do it again,
you don't have to.

You know how many other girls
get their picture in the paper?

Stick with me, kid,
you'll be famous.

Famous is good.

Well, mayor Cianci
had his faults.

Buddy Cianci was guilty as hell.

The only thin Buddy Cianci
was guilty of was bein' mayor.

Pass the potatoes,
please.

I was sad to hear about
Mrs. Regan.

Mrs. Regan passed?

Cirrhosis.

- She was a good woman.
- She was a drunk!

She was a better neighbor
than these

fresh off the boat
hmongs and drs.

The irish were immigrants, too, rose.

That's not
the same thing.

These people,
they get handed everything.

- Take that colored fellow--
- I'll get it!

The one who killed
Peg Mullin's boy--

He was only working the bypass

Because the state
gave the job to a black company

that only hires their own kind.

If a white company did that--

That's a beautiful name.
How old are you?

6.

- Is mommy and daddy home?
- Yeah.

- Can I come say hello?
- Yeah.

My god!

Michael!

You're alive!

You got room for one more?

He's not the meter man.
Hug your brother!

You're pissed at me.

How can I be pissed?
You're the prodigal son.

You know, if ma could, she'd kill
every fatted calf in new england.

You're wicked pissed.

Hey, Jimmy.

Why don't you get yourself
some more ice cream?

Jimmy's good.

You afraid to be alone with me?

What are you doing here?

Where else am I gonna go?

- This is my home and my family.
- Family?

You don't treat family like you did.

You know,
what you did to ma,

She mourned you.
She put you in the ground.

And I'll make it up to her.

I'll make it up to you, too.

I'm fine.

Yeah? Is that why
you're tapping your ring there?

You still do that?

Come on, Tommy,

everything's gonna be ok.

Trust me. I'm--

I'm not who I used to be.

You don't think I can change?

No, I hope you have. I do.

I just want to know
what your plans are.

I gotta few things
I'm working towards.

Yeah? Like what?

Like...
a chicken in every pot.

Justice for the working man.
Same as you.

If that's the case,
why don't we just team up?

Take over the world?

There you go.

Look, I'll tell you
anything you want to know.

But what you know,
you can be forced to admit you know,

and I don't want to jam you up.

You know,
you almost make that sound selfless.

Kiddo, I've thought about this house...

every day for 7 years.

I thought about you.

Can't you just welcome me home?

Just welcome me home.

Welcome home.

How long have you known
he was back?

A couple of days.
It wasn't for sure.

I didn't want
to worry you over a rumor.

He's just my brother.

Hey, girls, come on.

Up on the sidewalk
with daddy. Come on.

Hey, Eileen, Tom.

Freddie.

You mind if I borrow him a minute?

I'll have--2 seconds,
I'll have him right back.

Honey, listen,
why don't you take the girls inside.

Hey, by the way,
Fiona wants a copy of that recipe

you made for the church bazaar.
The snicker-doodle?

I'll write it out for her.

You want to take a ride?

No. No.
You want to, uh--

you want to talk,
we can talk right here.

Marty said you were
coming by to see me.

You never showed.
What happened?

Marty was obviously mistaken.

You know, your brother,
before he did his Houdini act,

he was a real fucking
pain in my ass.

Yeah, a real pain
in my ass, too, Freddie.

Yeah?

I'm sure he was
a pain in your ass, too.

But you know what?
He's your brother.

You gotta put up with him.
I don't.

Look, it's sunday.

You gotta take care of your kids,
I gotta take mine out for pizza.

Yeah.

I don't like having
your brother around...

but I'll let it pass...

if you throw me
some snow plow contracts.

State highways,
sidewalks.

It'll all get cleaned.
It'll all get sanded.

It'll just be
my guys doing it.

You want me to put $1 million
of state money in your pocket?

- I can't do that, Freddie.
- Sure you can! Jesus Christ.

Your poor ma's already grieved
for the bastard once.

We don't want to
make her do it again, right?

I remembered it bigger.

Hey, uh...

this is for you.

I mean, it's nothin'.
It's just...you know.

Don't blow it all in one spot.

I couldn't call you, ma.

You know that.
I couldn't.

And I'll do things right
this time.

You'll see.
I swear to god,

I'm gonna make you proud.

There's only one of you.

So you think we're
gonna be done by 8:00?

- Why?
- I got this thing.

What, an AA meeting?

Yeah, sorta.

Don't be embarrassed, man.

I'm proud of you.
It's good you're in the program.

So, you like my new threads?

Yeah. Nice.

You look like a fag.

Yeah, I know. I told her.

You fucked the sales girl,
didn't you?

Yeah.

Where's Moe?

Mike...

it's-- It's good to see ya.

But this is Jeff's place now.

He don't like nobody
calling him Moe.

Really?

Well, see, I call him Moe

'Cause that's what he is...

a fuckin' Moe.

What the fuck?!

You're not listening to me.

The shop, the bookies...

it's all mine.
Got it?

Fuck you, Mike!

Freddie gave me the shop.

Thanks, man.

You've been doing
a fucking great job

Looking after it for me!

Hey, can you
hear me now?

You're fuckin' dead!

So...
who owes us money?

This upstanding young man
turned himself in

of his own free will.

Now, before
I let you hear from Jamal himself,

I'll let you hear from the owner
of Mayberry Construction,

and the builder of the 195 bypass,
Lee Mayberry.

6 months ago
I was approached by

certain union officials

who threatened not only
to picket my job site,

but also to physically
harm my workers

if I didn't kick back
10% to organized crime interests

here in providence.

It is within this context of fear

that Jamal Lynch
lashed out at Patty Mullin.

You want to tell me
what I did to offend you?

Because you cannot be
this incompetent on purpose.

I gave you one job,
cut the press coverage.

I know. I get it.
If I could kick my own ass, I would.

Don't humor me,
and don't tell me it's not your fault,

'Cause I know every
squirmy little face you got.

I will not be hung out
to dry over this.

You're gonna get to Mayberry,

and you're gonna tell him

if my name is even whispered
in connection with this,

I will see that
every deal he's ever done,

every side payment,
every kickback-- it all comes to light.

That's mutually assured
destruction, Jimmy.

Now, you tell him that.

My sister says hi.

- Well, say hi back.
- All right.

Tommy.
Caffee!

Hey, Decco!

He's all right, Ben.
He's state police, just like you.

So where you been
hiding yourself?

I've been farmed out to the U.S.
Attorney's office for the last 9 months.

This here's my boss,
assistant U.S. Attorney Ned Mays.

You're moving up in the world.
Good for you.

You got yourself
a real winner here, Mr. Mays.

Declan worked on my first primary.

Listen, I'm late for committee,

but stop by my office before you go.

Actually...

we're here to see you.

Ok.

Let's...
Let's walk and talk.

Mr. Caffee, we are here to talk

about the death of Patrick Mullin

and the ramifications
for organized crime in Rhode Island.

As in my brother Michael?

Have you see him?

He came to sunday dinner
at my mother's.

What, just like that, after 7 years?

How else would you have
liked him to show up, Mr. Mays?

We're just tryin' the get
the lay of the land. That's all.

- Did he tell you what his plans are?
- No.

- How about where he's stayin'?
- I don't know.

He's been spendin'
a lot of time at my mother's.

You mind if we talk to her?

Are you asking my permission?

'Cause if you are, yeah, I do.

Don't be like that.

What exactly do you expect her
to tell you?

Where your brother's been,

who he's been associating with,

what his plans are.

All she cares about is that
her son is back after 7 years.

How can you be sure?

I mean, as far as you know,
she was secretly in touch with him

the whole time he was away.

Your boss is out of line.

We'll treat her with kid gloves,
I promise, Tom.

Hello?

Hey, what's this crap in the papers?

How do you mean?

What, you think we don't know?

You think we don't know
you shepherded the Mayberry contracts?

We only let it slide
'cause we like you.

But now he's mouthing
off about my union.

I can't have that.

Well, it's not exactly
my preference, either.

Yeah, yeah.
You either stop this bullshit right now,

You get Freddie
his snowplow contracts,

Or I will make sure
everyone on the hill

knows you sold out to the darkies
for 30 pieces of silver.

Sounds great. Well, I'll tell you what,
I'll see you when I get home.

Ok, order in the committee.

The matter before the committee

Is house bill 7375.

The first witness is Samuel Stephen

of Mateo Gas And Electric,

speaking in favor of the LNG
storage facility...

I... I can't take this.

Since when am I some pauper

who needs your charity?

No, Mrs. Caffee, it's not.

It's...the bill,
it's, uh...

it's counterfeit.

That's ridiculous.

Look, here.
There's no watermark?

So? Doesn't have a watermark.

That's a $50 bill.

It's not a real bill.

That is $50.

I'd like my change in ones
and fives, please.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, ma!

It's open.

Sorry I'm late.

I'm surprised
you didn't call sooner.

Well, I would've, but you were too busy
trashing my neighborhood.

Politics.

Politics.

So what's it gonna take
to make Mayberry shut up?

His cousin's gotta walk
on the murder charge.

The way I see it,
you can talk to the D.A.,

arrange for the kid
to plead self-defense,

He gets a suspended sentence,
everyone goes home happy.

It's not enough.

The kid skates, I'm gonna take a hit.

What do you want?

What do you got?

What do you want?

Snowplow contracts.

The honorable thomas R. Caffee
working on his house.

- Hey, grab the top.
- All right.

I got it.

Here.

What's this?

Some of the fellas you've been
working with don't know their limits.

The amounts are baseline debt.
With the vig, it's a lot more.

- What do you want me to do with this?
- I don't know. You're the politician.

Knowledge is power, right?

I don't want it.

So don't use it.

Freddie Cork came to see me.

- About me?
- Right on this street,

Walking home with my girls.

What did you do for him?

Not a goddamn thing.

You're fucking right,
and you don't.

Everything I did for you growing up

was to make sure
you didn't get mixed up in my world.

No.
No, you did exactly

what you wanted
to do at all times

because it made you powerful
and everyone else weak.

You're a tornado, Mike. You suck
everything in and spit it out broken.

Do you think I could've done
any of this with you around?

What do you want me to do?

You want me to disappear
back down some dark hole?

No.

You're my brother,
Mike, and I love you.

Yeah?

I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please.

Quiet down.
Ladies and gentlemen!

Thank you.

Before we get started,
I'd first like to thank Freddie

for allowing us
to gather as his place today.

A great host.

But, uh, most of all,

I'd like to raise a glass...

the first of many, I'm sure...

to Patty Mullin.

An honorable, decent guy

with a real gentle streak.

- Patty Mullin.
- To Patty.

Did everybody get
their prayer cards here?

"Eternal spirit...

Peg, I want you to have
a little something

to get you through
the tough times.

I can't take this.

I insist.
It's no use to me.

"one for whom love and family

"Were so important.

His life was lived with vigor."
Amen.

Amen.

Good to see you, Joe.

How you doing?

Glass of water.

What the fuck, Tommy?
I need to send a chauffeured limousine

across the room
to get you?

You make me feel like
the fat chick at the parish dance.

It was nice of you
to put this together.

You're not the only one
who takes care of the hill.

- So?
- I got 'em.

- The contracts?
- Yeah.

Wasn't so hard.

I can't let you have 'em.

You want to negotiate?

No.
I don't want anything to do with you.

If that means you want to break
My brother's ankles, have at it.

If you want to kill him,
I'll weep over his grave.

He chose his own life and
I'm not his keeper.

Eileen's Snicker doodle recipe.

Hey! Hey, Tommy!
How are you?

Do you know what's
funny, Marty?

I can get the dirt about your union
out of the papers,

But when I go home,
I still can't run my washing machine

and my air conditioner
at the same time.

Yeah, hey, I could send some guys over
to rewire your place.

As long as it doesn't put you out.

Oh, no. No, no, trouble.
No trouble.

This is Declan Giggs.

Yeah, so you getting my good side?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah, I don't know where you are,
but I know you're watching.

Listen, I need
an old school neighborhood favor.

Listen, Tommy,
you know that I can't--

No, I'm not asking
you to break the rules.

Just wherever can let me know
what's going on with my brother.

I'd be in your debt.

Who's on the phone?

It was just an old friend.

I should be buried at sea.

My ashes tossed to the wind.

Not that it's gonna happen,
but it should.

I wanna be buried
at heaven's gate cemetery.

Right next to my mother.

I'm serious.

She bought me a funeral plot
for my birthday.

She says I'm 37.

I should know where I'm gonna
spend eternity.

You know,
I keep thinking one of these days,

You're not gonna come.

You and me both.

You ever worry that
I'm not gonna show up?

No.

I won't be mad, you know?

The day you don't come?

I've never understood any of this.

I mean, high school was like,
a million years ago.

A million and a half.

This goes back on there.

Like that.

Would you put that down and come here
and check that it's tight.

You're sure it's screwed right on?

Yeah.

I think we need a--
Here it is.

Honey?

Yeah?

Why don't you go inside
and set the table?

Ok.

Here's your taste
of the action since I took over.

Moe's been giving you 10%.
I bumped it up to 12 for a start.

Come on, Freddie,
he's padding that.

There's no way he made
that fuckin' roll in a week.

You know something, Mikey?
Your brother wasn't too nice to me.

Hey, my brother
belongs to me.

Your brother told me
to break your fuckin' neck,

so don't walk around
like you're holding pocket aces.

He said that?

So shoot me.
Kill me.

Have Johnny strangle me.

'Cause if you don't
and I get out of this car,

I'm gonna start putting
this neighborhood back together

and I'm gonna make you
some serious money.

You want me to do business with you?
I don't even know you anymore.

You don't know me?

I gotta fuckin' prove myself to you?

All right.
All right. I'll...

how about I whack the guy
who killed Patty Mullin?

Yeah?

I mean,
you're gonna do it anyway.

I could just save you
the time and money.

You clip the spook and then we'll talk.

Get up.

Let's go.

What the fuck you talking about?

"St. Beatrice was a virtuous woman
who loved all of god's creatures.

But her father, he was
a selfish man, full of avarice."

"Now so big was Beatrice's heart

"That one day she took
all the family silver

"and she wrapped it up in her apron

"so she could buy food for the poor.

"But when she was walking
along the road,

"she ran into her father

"and he looked at the bundle
in her arms and he said,

"what do you have there in your apron?

"Beatrice was trembling.

"She knew when her father
saw the silver, he'd surely beat her.

"So she lied
and she told her father

"she'd been out in
the field, gathering roses.

"Show me, he said.

"What could Beatrice do?

"She was trapped.

"So Beatrice closed her eyes
and she offered up a prayer to god,

and when she opened her apron,
what do you think was there?"

Roses.
Roses.

No.
Dozens and dozens of roses.

A miracle of god.

Get in the trunk.

Get in the fuckin' trunk.

Cash payment for Patty Mullin,

as agreed to in advance.

Your mother here gets a bag like that

every year for 3 years

as long as you stay gone.

All right.
Put her in.

You don't get out of the trunk
until you're west of New York.

To tell the truth,

I'd have killed that ass-fuck for free.

It was fun.

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