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(CLICKING, SQUISHING)

- ♪ My analyst told me ♪ - ♪ What? ♪

♪ That I was right out of my head ♪

- ♪ The way he described it ♪ - ♪ How? ♪

♪ He said I'd be better dead than live ♪

♪ I didn't listen to his jive ♪

♪ I knew all along he was all wrong ♪

♪ And I knew that he thought ♪

- ♪ What? ♪ - ♪ I was crazy, but I'm not, oh, no ♪

- ♪ Oh, no ♪ - ♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ My analyst told me ♪

- ♪ What? ♪ - ♪ That I was right out of my head ♪

- ♪ But I said, dear doctor ♪ - ♪ Yeah? ♪

♪ I think that it's you instead ♪

♪ 'Cause I have got a thing that's unique and new ♪

- (WHISTLING) - ♪ It proves that I'll have ♪

♪ The last laugh on you ♪

- ♪ 'Cause instead of one head ♪ - ♪ One head? ♪

(LAUGHS) ♪ I got two ♪

♪ And you know two heads are better than one ♪

Hello, dearie.

Just popping in to see the good doctor.

(SIGHS) Dr. Harvard.

Nurse Mayflower herself.

I'm just here with some early ho, ho, ho.

Uh, Miss Mayflower, uh, now is not the best...

The macaroon, you said.

Now, I thought it was a French cookie,

- but not so, it turns out. - Ah...

Italian, in origin.

Born, like all divinities, from the monastery.

Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry.

I did try my hand at pistachio,

but the color alone was a wave off.

(CHUCKLES) Miss Mayflower, this is...

As I expressed in your interview... hardly necessary.

Not to mention I've just consumed a large lunch.

Oh, come now. You have to try one.

We are but human, after all,

prone to the whim and allure of such sugary delights.

And besides, these delicate creatures,

they're meant for the most refined palates, such as your own.

So, it really would be an honor.

(SIGHS)

ORAETTA: Mmm.

Oh, vanilla. My favorite.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - (SNIFFS)

And if it's not the best macaroon you ever ate,

I'll hang up my apron.

- (LAUGHS): Mmm. - Hmm?

- Hmm. - See?

Mmm. (SMACKS LIPS)

Mmm. Extraordinary.

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(CLATTERING)

(WHEEZING)

♪ ♪

(HARVARD WHEEZING)

(SHUSHES)

(WHEEZING)

(MUTTERING SOFTLY)

"... died under mysterious circumstances."

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(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(WHEEZING)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my... Why, he...

P-Please, he needs help, please. He's-he's collapsed.

GWENDOLYN: Dr. Harvard.

- Dr. Harvard! - I-I-I'm gonna call a doctor.

Dr. Harvard!

Shit.

That fucking Mick.

I told you he was a rat.

He killed Mario, choke your sister.

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Sh-Shut up!

Hunt him down.

You alone.

Go to Loy's house, kill Irish, kill the boy.

Kill everybody you have to.

What did you want to do with him?

JOSTO: Leave him for the birds.

- LEON: We should kill him now. - Kid.

Shit, I'll do it myself.

So keep him alive, you're saying.

What?

Last I checked, you couldn't cut a fart.

Boss.

- Shut up. - They hit the Doctor.

- We got to... - We got to what?

We kill the brother.

Then what,

Mr. I See Myself as Managerial?

- We kill the brother, then what? - We go to war.

Well, how many men?

Positioned where?

First step, what? Second step, what?

Attack or defend?

You really thought you could get my boy shot

and grabbed up by the bulls and I'd do what?

- What? I'd do nothing? - Boss, that's not how it happened.

No, no. You the strategist.

What-What's the plan?

What? Shit your bed up to the top?

- Help me. - I told you.

You need me.

I got brains.

I ain't just muscle. The Doctor's dead.

- We got... - Say his name again!

- Boss... - Say his name again!

(GRUNTING)

Say his name. Say his name.

Say his name.

You say it! How dare you? Say his name, say his name.

- Say his name. You say it! - Hey, hey, hey. Enough.

- Enough, enough! - What the fuck?!

- Hey, enough! - What?!

Look, this is Happy's cousin.

Hey! We're gonna need Happy if we're gonna win, man.

Hey! Loy.

Get him out of my sight.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

All right.

Meet at my place at 3:00.

And, mister, you better believe it's gonna cost you.

(MUTTERING)

(MUTTERING): One little, two little, three little Indians...

(CONTINUES MUTTERING)

"O ye fair ones,

how could ye have departed from the ways of the Lord?"

- What are you... - Don't get ideas.

It's a fortress. I checked.

Loy Cannon, numbers runner out of New York.

Loan shark, racketeering.

He picks our suspects up in his car a few days back,

takes them someplace.

Here, maybe.

I thought about pulling a warrant, but...

a birdie told me he owns some metro cops.

No secrets in the Kansas City PD.

But you know all that.

Yeah.

Sure, I heard of him.

That's like Jonah saying he heard

there's a big fish out there somewhere.

See...

I was thinking my females would take to the lam.

Turns out they're instead getting back to work.

What do you say, cowboy?

Want to go in, guns blazing, take 'em down together?

(SHARP EXHALE) I, uh... I...

Eh, relax.

They'd chew us up for sure.

And yet...

Are you familiar with the blood atonement?

"And now, behold, I speak unto the Church.

"Thou shalt not kill,

"and he that kills shall not have forgiveness in this world,

"nor in the world to come.

"And again, I say, thou shalt not kill,

but he that killeth shall die."

(STAMMERS)

I ain't heard that one, no.

He talked about you, too. Little birdie.

Said you fill your pockets,

just like the rest of 'em, and fly your crooked line.

Is that true?

What'd you say to me?

No. That's my trick.

You heard me just fine.

See, I can't help but think

you've been yanking my chain for weeks now

'cause your bread is buttered on the other side.

You know what you are? You're a fucking curse.

- Language. - You listen to me, slick.

If I knew where your Mormon God was, I'd drive through the night

and I'd stab him in the fucking eyes.

We're done.

If that's the way you want to go.

(GRUNTS)

But careful how many sides you play, Palomino.

Even a gold coin's only got two faces.

Get out.

Out!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUTTERING)

(GRUNTING)

So remember how last week we talked about how syntax

is a set of rules that teaches us how to make a sentence...

Subject, verb, object.

- Like this? - (KNOCKING)

Can I help you?

Good afternoon.

There's a guard, usually. On the porch.

But not today.

How many kids in the house?

Get out of here.

Answer the question.

How about I got a question for you.

- For me? - Yeah.

You ever go to the zoo?

(LAUGHS)

- Sometime. - Hmm.

You see the mama lion

and her cubs?

You think she's in that cage

for her protection?

To be fair,

it's what we call a rhetorical question.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Be careful with that.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LAUGHTER, CLAMORING)

Hello to you, too.

BANJO: A few more.

You all right?

I have to go.

♪ ♪

Anybody home?

Come on, man, you gonna help me or what?

All right, all right, stop your crying.

♪ ♪

SATCHEL: Marco.

MILLIGAN: Polo.

SATCHEL: Marco.

MILLIGAN: Polo.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

(GAETANO LAUGHING)

JOSTO: Get out of my chair.

No.

Up.

You're weak. You're weak.

Do it.

Please. Do it.

Is there a problem?

Just you. Leave the muscle.

Any surprises today?

What kind of surprises?

Nothing.

Visitors maybe, surprise visitors.

No?

Okay, good.

Let's go inside.

If we're not out in 30 minutes,

come in shooting.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ♪

First, we recognize things have gotten out of hand.

Our two families.

We recognize this and, uh, we apologize.

You apologize?

Doctor Senator...

Don't... say his name.

He was a friend of mine.

His death should not have happened.

But Gaetano Fadda is the son of Donatello Fadda,

chosen by New York.

His death is not allowed.

Not allowed?

I'm simply telling you how it is.

There are people you can kill.

People you can't.

Ah, well...

No.

I'm just saying, he's more animal than people.

Hey. He's your brother.

Cain was Abel's brother.

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Mr. Cannon.

We are prepared to offer you a trade.

In exchange for the return of Gaetano Fadda,

we will give you full control of the slaughterhouses

on the east side and the trucking routes

to Cleveland and Dallas.

Maybe I killed him already.

Your brother.

EBAL: No.

If you killed him,

we wouldn't be here.

LOY: Maybe I kill you, too.

JOSTO: Sorry, that's...

Just thinking about something else.

Go on... maybe you kill us, too.

Let's say I take this deal.

Territory for the brother.

What then?

What happens to the brother?

You let him go, he's on the next plane to Italy.

My hand to God.

It's what New York wants.

Eh...

Again, being honest,

New York doesn't really know you've got him.

So...

also, you didn't tell him the other part.

The...

The other part.

I'm not gonna lie, brother.

It's been hard since Dad died.

I've been grieving and,

Gaetano, he took advantage.

Made some choices.

The death of your man.

The shot at Samuel.

LOY: Lemuel.

Right, from the Bible.

But he wasn't alone,

my brother, he...

he had rats helping him.

Some... Paolo... You killed already.

But this other guy...

this other guy did something.

What do you mean?

Now, he's my guy,

so normally I'd say this is for me to deal with.

But what he did...

The thing he did... it's...

it's a sin.

A horror.

Boss.

JOSTO: He killed your son.

He-he-he knew we were gonna make a trade for Gaetano.

He lost his mind.

Satchel is dead.

- Merda. - Listen to me.

We're here. We didn't have to come.

News like this, emotional news...

But we respect you.

We grieve with you. Hmm?

It never should have happened.

Never.

And I know the rules. A life for a life.

A-And you took my sweet little Zero into your home

and-and treated him fair.

And I know we made a deal.

And you can kill him.

But I'm asking you.

I'm begging you.

Kill Gaetano instead.

A life for a life.

Show me.

The body.

I want to see the body.

I don't know where it is. He took him somewhere.

Who took him?

Calamita.

He heard about the trade, he-he went nuts.

Wait.

I want to talk to the rabbi.

That's what I'm trying to...

He fought for your boy. Irish.

But he couldn't save him. Now he's gone, too.

Boss.

They need to be dead.

(STAMPING FEET)

SATCHEL: No.

No.

No!

Get out.

Boss, you can't...

You can't just let them walk out like this, boss.

(ECHOES): Get out!

♪ ♪

LOY: We love you.

And you're coming home.

SATCHEL: When?

(STAMPING FEET)

(STAMPING CONTINUES)

(STAMPING ENDS)

(BUEL SCREAMING)

♪ ♪

(LEAVES CRUNCHING)

You okay?

Daddy?

Does that boy sleep in my bed?

LOY: He's got to sleep somewhere.

You studying your lessons?

He helps me.

LOY: Good.

'Cause where we're going, the smartest man wins.

Florida?

No. To the top.

Now go play.

(LEAVES CRUNCHING)

Pull over.

What?

Stop the car.

♪ ♪

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♪ High on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ Wind blowing free ♪

♪ Thinking about the way it used to be ♪

♪ High on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ Standing all alone ♪

♪ Wondering where the years of my life have flown ♪

♪ Oh, I wonder if ♪

♪ You'll ever think of me ♪

♪ Or if time has blotted out your memory ♪

♪ As I listen to the breeze ♪

♪ Blowing gently through the trees ♪

♪ I'll always cherish what you meant to me ♪

♪ High on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ Wind blowing free ♪

♪ Thinking 'bout the days that used to be ♪

♪ High on the mountain ♪

♪ Standing all alone ♪

♪ Wondering where ♪

♪ The years of my life have flown ♪

♪ As I looked at the valleys ♪

♪ Down below ♪

♪ They were green ♪

♪ Just as far as I could see ♪

♪ As my memory turned ♪

♪ Oh, how my heart did yearn ♪

♪ For you and the days ♪

♪ That used to be ♪

♪ High on the mountain, oh ♪

♪ Standing all alone ♪

♪ Wondering where the years ♪

♪ Of my life have flown ♪

OPAL: Laundry day?

(GRUNTS)

Anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a police officer?

Got to even the odds somehow.

Get in the car.

See, there you go again.

I don't get in your car. You get in mine.

Cool with me.

What? No.

No...

No, I c... Captain called me into the off...

I can't just... (GRUNTS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

ODIS: ♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

(WHISPERING): One little, two little, three little Indians.

Four little, five little, six little Indians.

SWANEE: You're saying I'm like an onion 'cause I make you cry?

ZELMARE: Nah. I'm saying you're like an onion, girl,

'cause you got layers.

- SWANEE: Oh. - Mm-hmm.

(ODIS EXHALES SHARPLY)

SWANEE (CHUCKLING): What?

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.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

He seems nervous.

Do we make you nervous, copper?

Hey, you know you girls are wanted, right?

Silly boy.

That's what girls are.

Everybody wants us, but we ain't to be had.

You're gonna get yourselves killed staying here.

Got to die someplace.

(ODIS EXHALES SHARPLY)

How old are you?

Old as the hills.

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(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Cover your ears.

What?

You're on the 10:00 train to Philly tonight.

Don't come back.

Don't know no one in Philly.

(SIGHS) Y'all got friendly faces.

You'll do just fine.

What if we want to stay and mix it up a little?

Look, I'm trying to do the right thing here.

This ain't your fight.

And I ain't gonna be the one that gets you killed.

And what if we don't go?

You love your sister?

Mm.

It's been a sad parade.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Look, look, I...

I tried to get your boy.

I went to the house, but they swept me up.

I didn't have a chance.

Elevate, don't denigrate.

That's what I tell 'em...

My kids.

What do you think the Italians tell their kids?

I... I don't know.

Yeah, yeah, but you... you see it, though, right?

What they're doing?

Call a man an animal, keep him in the dirt.

But what if he don't grunt?

What if he don't honk?

What if he walks tall

and stays a man?

Come on. You-you know what that is.

You boys do it all the time.

No, not me.

You get in the dirt yourself

and you show him how to be an animal!

You show him how to hate, you show him how to be cruel.

You kill his friends!

Murder his child.

Boss, I...

I didn't know. I...

They can't rise to our level,

so they got to drag us down to theirs.

But it's a trap.

It's a trap,

'cause if I get in the dirt like them...

that means they were right the whole time.

(OPAL CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFLES)

See, Opal right here...

he's kind of an eye-for-an-eye type brother.

But he's not responsible for this family.

Kill or be killed.

Win or lose.

It ain't complex.

You know what I think?

Every country has its own type of criminal.

In America, we got the confidence man.

Snake oil salesman, grifter.

He don't rob you as much as trick you into robbing yourself.

See, 'cause in America,

people want to believe.

They got that dream.

And a dreamer, you can fleece.

Boss, I... I'm sorry.

I-I... I don't understand.

(MUTTERING)

He wants me to kill his brother.

Josto.

But I ain't gonna do it.

What are you gonna do?

No.

What are we gonna do?

(ODIS EXHALES SOFTLY)

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(COUGHING)

(GAETANO GROANING)

This thing is done.

Your brother gave me the stockyards, the trucking.

Equal partners.

If...

I kill you.

You don't like that?

Family is family. (GROANS)

Maybe.

But nobody in my family's trying to kill me.

Enough talking.

If you're going to kill me, kill me.

(GAETANO PANTING)

Nah.

Let him go.

What?

Tell your brother the stockyards are ours now.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

OMIE: See you in the funny papers.

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

You're on the road.

I want that Calamita dead. You hear me?

Already done. He just ain't lying down yet.

Sure hope you know what you're doing.

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