All language subtitles for The.Outfit.2022.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

To the naked eye,
a suit appears to consist of two parts:

A jacket and trousers.

But those two seemingly sol/d parts
are composed of four d/fi'erent fabrics.

Cotton, silk, mohair and wool.

And those four fabrics
are cut into 38 separate pieces.

The process of sizing, forming,
conjoining those pieces

requires no fewer than 228 steps.

So the first step is measurement.

But "measurement” doesn't mean, uh,
just reaching for your tape.

”So many inches here,
so many inches there. ”

No, no, no.

You cannot make something good

until you understand
who you're making it for.

All clothing says something.

I've had gentlemen walk into my shop
and boast,

”oh, / don't care about what / wear. ”

And assuming that's true,
doesn't that say something too?

So, who is your customer?
And what are you trying to say about him?

A man walks through your door,
what about him can you observe?

Good morning.

Is he tim/d,
hunched over I/ke a midday clock?

Or does he stand with confidence,
spine at 6:00 and 72:00?

Is this a man of springtime pastel,

clamoring to be noticed?

Or is this a man of gray and brown,

blending into the hurried crowd?

Is this a man comfortable in his station?

Or does he pine for grander things?

And who would this man like to be?

And who is he underneath?

Take your measure...

And when you understand who he is...

Mr. Boyle.

Then you're ready to begin.

- Knock, knock.
- Hmm.

- How's business, English?
- Evening, sirs.

- Oh, wow. It's a nice one.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's really nice.

You making that for my pops?

Not this one.

You're making those fine threads
for somebody else? Who?

Master Richie, you know
I can't talk about my gentlemen.

Huh. Is that what we are? Your gentlemen.

Whoa. Get a load of English.
Keeping his lips shut tight.

- Your father was here.
- Oh, yeah?

Uh, yesterday.

He said your business
is undergoing some manner of expansion.

He said I should plan on making you
a new suit to celebrate.

Francis, what do you think? New threads?

- As long as we're here?
- Not tonight.

- Hey, come on. We got time.
- Not tonight.

Oh, shit. Is that from the outfit?

English, do me a favor.

Why don't you go up front,
check on your secretary for me, all right?

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

It's the outfit, man.
It's his brass ring right here.

Right, go ahead, open it up.
See what it says.

Any mail?

Do you want to talk about it?

The mail?

That they gave you the boot.

What's in the box?

That one's mine.

Let's have a look.

Okay.

No, no, let me guess.

Uh, the leaning tower of pisa.

Mm-mmm.

I've never understood the appeal.
All it does is lean.

The Eiffel Tower?

I already have that.

Well, then I give up.

What is that?

I'll show you.

Aha.

- I feel at home again.
- Isn't it beautiful?

It's the clock.

Unlike some of us,
I've never seen it in person.

- In person, it's still a clock.
- On the banks of the thames.

- You've seen clocks in Chicago?
- Yes, of course, but...

They look startlingly similar in London.

Okay.

I will never understand you.

Well, you will never be

a dashing gentleman of a certain age.

You've been all over the world.

You could have a shop anywhere you like.

And yet you're here.

What's wrong with here?

I can think of a few things.

Some things one finds everywhere, dear.

So it doesn't terribly much matter
where I am.

I have my shears.

What else does a man need
besides his shears?

And I have you.

Not forever.

Ah, yes. Ben awaits.

One way or another...

I'm getting out of here.

To London?

To London.

And Madrid.

- And Barcelona. And Morocco.
- Mmm.

And to Paris.

You know what would make it happen sooner?

- A map?
- A raise. Please.

I best go see if master Richie needs me.

Ah.

Speak of the devils.

- What's that now?
- Just an expression, sirs.

Excuse me. I meant no offense.

See you tomorrow.

The horologist's apprentice
popped in yesterday. He's awfully nice.

What did he... who?

From down the street.
He's ever so handsome.

Are you trying to get me to go on a date
with the guy who works at the watch shop?

He's an apprentice to the horologist.

The one with the little mustache?

Yes, like errol Flynn.

I do not need you telling me who to date.

I didn't mean it like that.

You meant it like,
"I saw you smiling at Richie boyle earlier

and now I'm petrified
that you're running with a bad batch."

Those men may be customers,
but they are not gentlemen.

Could've fooled me
in those nice clothes you make for 'em.

If we only allowed angels to be customers,
soon we'd have no customers at all.

Do we let all of our customers
keep iockboxes in back?

It was you who was smiling at him.

I've spent my entire life
around animals like Richie boyle.

You want to get him to back off,

you look him dead in the eyes
and pretend you're one of 'em.

You don't need me worrying after you.

- That's right.
- You can take care of yourself.

You're not my...

- You know.
- I do.

My father was a shit, so y-y-y...

Take that as a compliment.

I will.

I know...

That you hope that I'll start loving this

- the way that you do.
- No. I don't.

- I don't.
- That I'll train.

Learn the craft.

One day maybe even take over the shop.

But I don't want that.
I don't want your life.

- You're entitled to your own.
- I am.

You're a smart young woman who's going
to take herself far away from here.

I will. And when I go,
I just don't want you to be all alone.

I don't need you looking after me either.

After all, you're not my... you know.

Fair enough.

Now, if you want that raise,

first you have to learn
what a bloody square looks like.

We gotta find the keys.

Uh...

They were right here.
And what did I do with them?

J” well, that's what they say... j“

Hey. What's this book do, by the way?
I always wondered what this was.

Richie. Don't touch anything.

Hey.

- Mmm. These are gorgeous.
- I just said don't touch anything.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He likes things
the way that he likes them.

Okay. What a fucking buster, huh?

He cares about what he does,

- and that's why he's the best at it.
- Yeah.

Like somebody else I know.

Hmm.

What is that? Are you fucking with me?

- What?
- I said, are you fucking with me?

Like, are you making fun? Huh?

- No. No, Richie, baby.
- 'Cause I'm no goddamn joke.

I'm not making fun. I'm not making fun.

Come here.

Baby, what's wrong?

Did he do something?

Did who do something?

Francis. Did he do something again?

- Fuck Francis. He ain't family.
- I know.

Hmm.

- He ain't even Irish.
- I know.

He thinks we got a rat.

Somebody leaking to the la fontaines.

- Who?
- Doesn't fucking matter.

- He's paranoid. All right?
- All right.

And he's been telling my pops for months.

My pops fucking listens too.

"Hey, Francis, you know, he's so smart.

You can really learn
a thing or two from that kid."

Baby, you're the number two.
Your pops listens to you.

Don't worry about Francis.
Who cares about Francis?

You think I don't know
what Francis did for my pops, hmm?

You think I haven't heard about it
a thousand fucking times?

Six marbles. I fucking get it.

But that's only 'cause I wasn't there.

'Cause if I had been there,

- that would've been me.
- Would've been you.

You know that, right?

Francis thinks he can make moves
with my pops, my fucking pops...

Without me.

Fuck was that?

Idont_.

Shut up.

Okay, sorry. Geez.

I don't want to wake him up.

Hey.

- Looking for these?
- That's where...

You know what I like about you?

What?

You're going places.

Goddamn right I'm going places. Mmm.

- Whoa.
- Out that door.

Oh, whoa.

Step two is drawing.

And for some, this can be
the most purely enjoyable step.

You're only just exploring.

But/ wrll caution you
to heed your patterns.

They're there for a reason.

This isn't art.

This is a craft.

We can talk about
shocking originality later.

The point now...

Is skill.

Your patterns, your pro ven forms,
they aren't your enemies.

They're the only friends you have.

Shh!

- Motherfuckers!
- Quiet.

- Fucking dead!
- Quiet.

Yeah, back up. Back up.

- What's going on?
- Is anybody else here?

Please, sirs, I don't want any trouble.

- Is anybody else here?
- No, no. No, sir.

All right, back room.

Move, move, move. Come on. Let's go.

We got you. Don't worry.

Come on, English.

All right.

- All right.
- Shit, shit.

- All right, get the coat. Come on.
- Shit.

Fuck!

Shit.

Come on, help me lift him.

Come on.

All right.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck. Shit.

Fuck.

- Fuck.
- Grab some of that fabric.

Hold it up here against the wound.

Ah! Fuck! Fucking hurts!

It hurts because
there's a hole in your stomach.

Do you remember why
there's a hole in your stomach?

There's a hole in your stomach
because back there,

when it was time for you
to pull the trigger, you froze.

- Fuck you.
- Yeah, fuck me later.

Right now, shut up.

English, I need you to listen carefully.

There are a thousand blue boys out there
hunting for this,

and if they find it, I start shooting.

You follow? Making matters worse,

there are a thousand racket boys
out there hunting for it too,

and if they find it, they start shooting.

- You follow?
- I think he fucking gets it.

Shut up. Let me hear it.

Uh, there's a thousand people
looking for that briefcase.

It would be safest all around
if none of 'em get it.

Good man. Keep the pressure on.

Fuck.

Are you calling my pops?

Hey, prick! You fucking prick. Fuck.

Boss, the la fontaines jumped us.

The whole crew was waiting.
They knew when we were gonna be there.

- Fuck.
- They knew what we had with us.

They knew where we were.

What have I been saying about a rat?

I told you.

Yeah, yeah. No, no, we still have it.

Uh, no, Richie and I ran
to the safest place nearby.

Tailor's shop.
And, yeah, Richie took a marble.

Yeah, well, he's not gonna be playing
for the cubs anytime soon,

but he'll be okay.

I... he'll be okay.

You want to send the doc anyway?

Well, we can come.

Now?

All of la fontaine's spots? That's war.

Then I guess it's d-day.

- Fuck he say?
- Listen to me, pal.

Nobody knows where the doc is.

Pops is gonna come down here himself,
but it's gonna take a while.

What the fuck is a while?

- Take me home.
- Pops says wait here.

When you got marbles in your belly,
you can stay, all right?

- I'm leaving.
- I've had marbles in my belly, remember?

Six shots. Fuck you!

You work for me, and I'm saying
take me the fuck home!

I work for your father,
and your father says we stay put.

Motherfuck...

Fuck!

He needs a doctor.

Oh, you think?

- Fuck!
- Down there. Move, move!

Shh!

Shh.

You fucking prick.

- He's losing too much blood.
- Push harder.

The wound needs to be sealed.

Oh, are you a doctor now too?

- I was in the war.
- At your age?

The other war.

Let me see.

Yeah, the marble went through.

I've been in a war too,
just not the overseas kind.

Yeah.

We have to stop this bleeding.
He needs a hospital.

Sew him up.

What?

You got a needle and thread
around here some place.

- Not that kind.
- Sew him up.

I can't. I don't know how.
Sewing skin is not the same...

Sew him up.

If he's bleeding internally...

Fuck.

Shh.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the... what the fuck is he doing?

- He's fixing you up. Stay still.
- No fucking way, he isn't.

No, no, no.

I think we should, uh... we can...

- Go on, do it quick. Shh.
- Come up with a different plan, yeah?

Actually, I think I'm good.

Hold him.

- Nuh-uh.
- Fuck.

If I run away, you can run after me,
catch me and murder me then.

Keep your hands steady.

Get the fuck away from me, both of you.

Right, come on.

Pull him this way.

Ow! Fuck!

One more.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Get my tweezers.

Scissors.

Cut that.

All right.

Turn him over.

Careful, careful.

Good boy.

Scissors.

He'll be okay.

Stay here with Richie,
wait for the boss.

You're leaving?

I'll be back.

Take master Richie with you.

This is the safest place right now.

Please, at least take that thing with you.

Too many hard boys out there.

You've been loyal customers.
I depend upon you.

Not once, not once have I ever asked
about your business.

Idontjudge.

I just don't want to be involved
in whatever it is you do.

English, you know exactly
what it is that we do.

No, sir, I actually don't know anything.
I don't know what that is.

I don't know why all these gentlemen
are looking for it.

And if they come here, I won't be able
to placate their suspicions.

I'm useless to you. I'm a liability.

I... I only just want to be left alone.

But you're not alone, English.

Like it or not,
now you're part of the family.

This is a tape from a bug.

- No, please, stop.
- Some new gizmo the feds came up with.

Records sound, like a victrola.

But you can hide it,
'cause it's only the size of a...

You get it.

The hoover boys planted their bug
in one of our spots.

But what they don't know
is that we have friends in high places.

Friends who could do things like
smuggle us a copy of the tape.

But before I could listen to it,
la fontaine's crew rolls up on us.

See, we're making moves on them,
and if they get the tape,

then they'll know how to hit back.

Everybody wants this thing.

So throw it away.

Somebody's been ratting us out
to la fontaine.

Now, somebody helped the feds
get a bug on us.

If we can listen to this thing,

then we'll know
where it was planted. Boom.

If I can find a machine
to play this tape tonight,

the rat don't wake up tomorrow.

Your friend Mr. Boyle
will be here in three hours.

Nobody but me or the big man touches this.

- What if the police come?
- Get rid of 'em.

- What if these other gentlemen come?
- Get rid of 'em!

'Cause if I get back
and that tape isn't sitting right there...

Welcome to the family.

Master Richie.

How are you feeling?

Fuck you. How you think I'm feeling?

Unwell.

Listen, uh...

English, I want to thank you.

You saved my life, so...

I don't know that I did, sir.

No, no, no.

Came to you in a bad moment.

You were a stand-up guy.

Water?

Sure.

Yeah.

Where's Francis?

He said he had to find a way
to play your tape.

What do you mean? He left?

Something about how playing the tape
would tell him, uh, who the rat is.

That's what you call it, isn't it?

- A rat?
- Hmm.

Francis told you that?

Mmm.

He's just not usually
the type to get blabby.

Well, it sounds like
it's been a long night.

- For us all.
- Yeah.

Slowly with that.

I got it.

Who would do such a thing to your family?

After everything your father's done
for this neighborhood.

My pops is this fucking neighborhood.

4ndeed.

When I first came to Chicago,

all I had to my name was a set of shears.

Your father, did you know
he was my very first customer?

Very first.

Yeah, I remember that.

- Do you?
- Yeah. Pops was excited.

He, uh...

Came home one day saying, you know,
"there's a new tailor in town."

- Did he?
- Yeah. "Right from england."

- It was a very warm welcome, I tell you.
- Yeah.

Much appreciated.

Pops loves all that fancy stuff, you know.

- He does. He's got good taste.
- Mm-hmm.

You know that he...

He taught me how to tie a tie
for the first time when I was four.

-Mm-hmm.

Four?

What was he always saying? Uh...

"A well-tied tie
is the first serious step in life, kid."

Some shit like that.

- Wilde.
- Mmm. Fucking crazy, right?

No, that's a quote.

Oscar wilde.

Yeah, I don't know him.

But see, that's probably why
my pops likes you.

You know, he's into
all that quoting-fancy-people shit.

So, who do you think it is?

Who do I think is who?

This Judas who's betrayed your family.

I don't know.

I'll wager
a clever young man like yourself

must have some suspicions.

Someone close to the family,
perhaps, but not family.

I have something I need to tell you,
master Richie.

Okay.

I feel terrible.

I never imagined
things would get so out of control.

That anyone would be harmed,
much less yourself,

or, god forbid, your father.

But...

The fuck are you talking about, English?

I... I have to tell...

I have to tell you...

Spit it out.

I'm the rat.

I've been selling information
to your enemies.

And I let the federal bureau
of investigation

plant their bug here.

Holy shit, you had me.

You fucking had me.

I almost fucking shot you.

I felt it.

- I made you laugh.
- It's a hell of a thing to joke about.

Well, it's the best medicine,
you know. It is.

Can you imagine, huh? You, the rat?

Wait a minute.

What do you mean by that?

What do you mean, what do I mean?

You couldn't be the rat.

I absolutely could be the rat.

- Not a chance.
- Why not?

- Why? 'Cause look at you.
- What about me?

Nah. You're just a fucking tailor.

- I'm not a tailor. I'm a cutter.
- Sorry.

A tailor sews on buttons
and hems trousers.

Anyone with a needle and thread
and 15 minutes can be a tailor.

I studied for decades to be a cutter.
I used to cut on the row.

- What the fuck is "the row"?
- Savile row.

Where's that, north Addison?

It's in London.

A quarter of a mile

in which the greatest craftsmen
in the world

all ply their trade.

I apprenticed there for years
before they allowed me...

To open my own shop.

- Why'd you come here, then?
- The war.

What, krauts bomb your place?

Worse. They're called blue jeans.

After the war,
things were quite poor in england.

Not a lot of men
could afford well-made things,

so these blue jeans became all the rage.

Well, times change, pal.
Blue jeans are the fashion now.

This James Dean of yours makes one picture
and blue jeans are the fashion.

Soon he'll make another,
something else will become popular.

These fashionable things, they don't last.

The things I make,
like that suit of yours...

- Mmm.
- It's timeless.

So you thought that
a bunch of fancy-pants in england

couldn't appreciate the finer things,
so you came to Chicago?

Wow. You must fucking love red hots.

I came to a place that
isn't weighed down...

With bitter history.

And, yes, red hots are delicious.

I do hope your cousin's all right.

My cousin?

- How is he?
- Awake.

But...

Francis ain't my goddamn cousin.

He's not?

But what? What's the matter with him?
Come on, spit it out.

My pops can see
the mangiest mutt on the street,

and if he's got teeth sharp enough,

he'll be eating with us
at the dinner table.

He's lost a lot of blood.
He's probably light in the head.

Where did Francis say
he was going exactly?

Oh, no, you can't think
he has anything to do with this.

It's not my place
to speak ii! Of master Richie,

but he keeps going on
about this rat you mentioned.

What about the rat?

He said before,
he was the one looking for the rat.

Why would he place himself
in charge of looking for the rat

if he was the rat himself?

So he told you all that,
but he didn't tell you where he was going?

"I know who the rat is," he says.

"Francis thinks
he can pull one over on me."

- Who, me?
- Well...

He keeps fiddling with your briefcase.

- What did he do to the case?
- Nothing.

He left the case in there.
If I was the rat...

And try as I might,
I can't seem to convince you that I am...

Well, I'd want to burn that thing
straightaway.

So, you see, you've nothing to fear
from your friend Francis.

He's family.

Well, almost.

I haven't left him. Till now.

English, get the door.

Richie.

How you feeling?

Oh, I'm just peachy, yeah.
How you feeling?

I didn't get shot in the stomach earlier,
so, you know, not bad.

Lucky, isn't it?

All those bullets flying around,
but the la fontaines,

they didn't land a single one on you, hmm?

Not luck, Richie. It's, um...

It's skill.

I guess I was too slow.

So where you been?

Made some calls.

I checked in with a hi-fi shop,
owes us a favor.

They got a machine that can play the tape.
I'm gonna go over with it this minute.

- So you want to take the tape?
- Yeah. Pronto.

- Why don't I go with you?
- No, no.

You're in no shape to be out there.

So you want to walk out of here
with this tape alone?

- Is that right?
- That's right.

I'll tell you what.

Just wait for my pops to get here,
you know?

Then we can all listen
to the tape together.

We don't have time.

- What's the big rush?
- Every second the rat is alive

is another second
that your father is in danger.

Gentlemen.

If I know your father, master Richie,

your father would want you both
to take a deep breath.

Now, glad you said that.

My father.

My father, Francis.

It's my father who's in danger, not yours.

I love your father like he was my own
and I'm trying to help him.

See, wasn't your father selling
fucking tomatoes down on state street

before he died from a lifetime
of being nothing to nobody?

Huh?

So maybe me and my pops
don't need your fucking help.

You ever think of that?

- I'm gonna need that tape, pal, right now.
- Mmm.

- Why don't you try and take it?
- Not tonight. Now give me the tape.

Really, Francis, I mean,
what's the... what's the rush?

I mean, really,
my pops will be here any minute.

Unless you don't want my pops
listening to this tape.

What are you talking about?

Huh?

Why don't you want my pops
listening to this tape, Francis?

I said, give me the fucking tape.

Ooh.

Now who's too fucking slow?

- Richie.
- Mmm?

Richie, for your own good,
for the good of your father,

I'm gonna take that tape now
and I'm gonna leave.

If you touch me again...

I'll break your fucking arm,
you understand?

You're such a fucking prick,
you know that?

- Think you're so fucking smart.
- Careful.

- Smarter than everyone. Hmm?
- Careful, master Richie. Careful.

You fucking...

Where's the tape, Francis?

You must be out of your mind
to point that gun at me.

- Gentlemen.
- Stop playing games, Richie.

- Where'd you put the tape?
- What was your plan?

Did you hide it to try and trick me
into confessing something?

'Cause that is somehow
the dumbest thing you've done all day.

Always wanted to be the big man,
didn't you?

No selling tomatoes for you. No, no, no.

You don't want to work for my pops.
You want to fucking be him.

- I owe everything to that man.
- Well, guess what?

As long as me and him are around,
you ain't never gonna be number one.

There's no need for this fighting.

You slimy fuck, I had you pegged
from day one. You know that?

From the second
I first laid eyes on you, I said,

"who the fuck is this son of a bitch?

He ain't family."

No, I'm the guy who took six marbles

to save your father's life
because family wasn't there.

- Yeah, fuck you! I run this crew.
- No, your pops runs this crew.

And I spend half of every day
cleaning up your messes.

You want to see me make a mess?

Damn it, Richie.
Why'd you make me do that?

These are the last words
you're gonna hear,

so I hope you remember them in hell.

You didn't die because you're dumb,
because you're arrogant

or because you're slow.

It was because you're weak.

You killed him.

You really pay attention, don't you?

- Where did Richie put the tape?
- I have no idea.

Maybe you could explain what happened.

To god almighty?

No, to Mr. Boyle.

There's a difference?

He had to hide it in here somewhere.

You brought a man in here injured.
Perhaps he didn't survive his wounds.

He's missing half his goddamned head.

On the phone,
I told his father he'd be fine.

When a mistake has been made,

I've always found it best
to simply be up-front about it.

English, I didn't cut
the boss's pants too short.

I shot his son in the face.

Shit.

That's the man's caddy.

- Let's explain...
- Open the trunk.

- What?
- Open the trunk and grab his arms.

What you gonna do with him?

Grab his goddamned arms
or else I'm hiding two bodies.

Go. Get the door.

Take your sweet time
bringing him back here.

I need to clean this up.

I don't know anything about lying.
Subterfuge.

You don't know how to say one thing
when you mean something else?

I thought you were English.

Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

- You're in one piece?
- Mmm.

I'm not gonna forget what you're doing
for my crew, my family, tonight.

I'm at your service, sir.

Where are the boys?

Are we quite all in one piece, sir?

Oh, it's not mine.

We had to make a few stops on the way.

Where are the boys?

Boss.

You all right?

You must have made it through some hell.

Hey, nothing I haven't seen before.

First you save my life
and then you save my son's.

One of these days,
I'll have to find a way to repay you.

Hey, you been to see la fontaine?

Got a few hard boys still out there
leaving calling cards.

The numbers game at the green dragon?

There ain't no more numbers game
at the green dragon.

Now it's a nice warm bonfire.

Couple of Chicago's bravest
running around with squirt pistols.

- Glad you're keeping them busy.
- Where's Richie?

Oh, I... I thought he was with you.

- Why would he be with me?
- Well, he...

He... he went out to find you.

Find me? Why?

Hey, you know how Richie is.

You let my son walk out of here
with a marble in his gut?

Let him? You know,
Richie does what Richie does, right?

That's why you're there to protect him.

Well, he was doing okay.
English here patched him up.

Tell the boss what you did.

I did... I did what I could.

And then Richie just strolled out of here?

Well, you...

Yeah, he walked on two feet
and, uh, yeah, helefl.

Okay. Grab the tape and let's go find him.

Richie took it with.

I'm sorry, I think I misheard you.

Well, he said he was gonna
bring you the tape.

He told me to stay here.

You didn't think maybe
you should've gone with him?

It's Richie, boss. He...

Right? The man has something to prove,

and I figured
the best thing in this situation

was to stay right here
in case you turned up.

You figured wrong.

Where exactly did he go?

Well, he didn't give me an itinerary.

Phone?

It's Roy. Is Richie there?

Well, then go check. Now.

You're positive?
He hasn't been there all night?

Well, check with
our north side friends. I'll wait.

Damn it.

All right. I'm at the tailor's.

I want you to call me back here
every 15 minutes with an update.

You understand? Every quarter hour.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Everything good, boss?

Not a single thing is good.

My boy is missing, the tape is missing,

and there are more blue boys
on those streets

than at the St. paddy's day parade.

Let's go find him,
like you said.

Where?

Everywhere.

Hey, I don't like him being out there
any more than you do.

And, uh, English here's done enough.

We should, uh...
We should let him head home.

Yeah, all right.

But just you.

If Richie shows up at any of our spots,
they'll call here, so I'm staying here.

Boss, if I go alone, um...

You got a problem, Francis?

No. No problem.

You stay here and I'll...
I'll go find Richie.

Francis.

Bring my boy back to me.

It's gonna be a long night.

They usually are, sir.

Some years ago, a customer comes
into my shop with a suit, not one of mine.

The customer says,
”the jacket is too big. ”

It is.

”The problem, ” / say, ”is the shoulders. ”

But the customer says,
no, he likes the shoulders.

The problem is the sleeves.

We go back and forth.

Finally, the customer says,
”it's my money,

and I'm telling you, cut the sleeves. ”

So what do ldo?

Isa y, "yes, sir, ”
and then I cut the shoulders.

The customer, he comes back,
tries on his suit

”it's perfect ” he says.
”that's exactly what / asked for. ”

You learn how to do all this on the row?

Yes, sir.

You get these on the row, too?

My apologies.

I trained on these shears.

Every out I've made,
I made with these shears.

They're all I brought with me
when I came to Chicago.

- Please.
- No, no, no, no.

Oh, no, please. Please.

You never told me why you left england.

It was under attack.

- Ah, Nazis?
- Worse.

They're called blue jeans.

I know what it's like
to try to make something of yourself.

Yes.

Just you and your trusted tools.

For example...

I use this thing here to kill.

I don't even know how many people.

All right.

You got yourtools, I got mine. Here.

Take a look.

I read something once about how the thing
that separates man from monkeys is tools.

Do you believe all that? Evolution?

I don't know.

But I do know that a man
has a choice in this world

about how he uses his tools.

He can destroy or he can build.

And you think I destroy.
But, no, with this, I've built loyalty.

I have built a crew.
I've built a neighborhood.

And the men I've had to kill...

Well, you have to toss away
a few scraps, don't you,

when you're cutting a pair of pants?

Have you ever heard of the outfit?

Well, I make clothes, so...

N-Not that kind of outfit.
It's an organization.

What, like the rotary club?

Maybe you've heard of al Capone?

- Him I've heard of.
- Yeah. He started it.

- The rotary club?
- The outfit.

Ai Capone's dead, isn't he?

After he died, his organization
spread out, became more of a network.

Every big-time crew
from Santa Monica to coney island,

Italians in the east, Jews in the west,

Poles in St. Louis...

Even a few sons of killarney
here and there.

The undennorld United Nations.

Anybody messes with anybody,
the outfit has your back.

It's like a stamp.

- "You have arrived."
- And have you arrived?

Almost.

They've been sending us messages,
saying they like our style.

They're considering us,
if we can finish what we started.

And what have you started?

Putting every one of the la fontaines
in the dirt.

See, the la fontaines aren't builders.

That family has been running
the same numbers racket for decades.

Their neighborhood, their rules.

Nobody ever had the balls
to move in on their operation.

Until me.

This tape everyone's looking for,

Francis said that some powerful friends
got you a copy.

The outfit, they those friends?

Yeah, so you understand.

That tape gets into the wrong hands,

then the entire thing comes crashing down.

Mr. Boyle,
why are you telling me all this?

Because that's Richie's coat.

- Is it?
- It is.

Well, I suppose
he must have left without it.

In December?

He was in a bit of a hurry.

December in Chicago,
and he went out without a coat?

You're hiding something, my friend.

And I'm trying to help you understand

that even if I never find out what it is,
the outfit will.

So you want to get clear of this,

you need to tell me
what really happened in here tonight.

Now.

Mr. Boyle, I'm telling you the truth.

Monk!

Who walks out into the cold,
in December, in Chicago, without his coat?

I ain't good at riddles.

English, where's my goddamn son?

You got five seconds
to tell me what happened.

Five, four...

- Three...
- He made me promise not to tell.

Who? Who made you promise?

- He said he'd kill me if I told you.
- Who?

Francis.

Mr. Boyle, what really happened to Richie
is that Francis shot...

Vvhoa.

Full house tonight, huh?

Mable.

We got some questions about Richie?

Realized I know somebody
who might have some answers.

Francis, English was just about to tell me
what really happened to Richie.

English said you shot somebody.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, don't look at her,
don't look at him, you look at me.

If you tell me the truth,

there isn't a gun in this town
can hurt you.

You are protected from him,
you're protected from him.

You will be warmed from the elements.

But you gotta tell me the truth.

What did Francis do?

Francis shot...

Francis shot...

Four of la fontaine's men
earlier this evening.

But Richie, he didn't shoot a single one.

He said he was embarrassed.

Ashamed.

He said he had to go and...

Go and kill someone.

Kill who?

La fontaine.

Richie made us promise not to tell you.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous.

I suppose he didn't want you to stop him.

You made Richie a promise, English.

- We both did.
- Yes, we did.

I'm sorry, Mr. Boyle.

Where's Richie now?

- You're the receptionist?
- Yes.

After Richie left,
on the way to kill la fontaine,

I think he stopped by her place.

No, he didn't.

Why would he stop by
the receptionist's place?

- Because she's Richie's girl.
- I'm not Richie's girl.

- The hell you're not.
- I'm not.

- You're not?
- I'm not.

Yeah, she is.

Richie likes to brag.

Mr. Boyle, all I know about tonight
is that at 2:00 in the morning,

this ham-handed jerk knocks on my door,

tells me I gotta come with him,
and when I demur, he...

When I come into her place,
there's a bloodstain on the carpet.

What?

That's not true. That's a lie.

Stop! Stop!

Come.

You live close?

Down the street.
Lived on this block my whole life.

- What's your name?
- Mable.

Sean.

Shit. Your dad was Ryan Sean.

That's what they tell me.

Did some work for me once upon a time.

He's a real tough guy, your dad.

Was he? I wouldn't know.
He wasn't really around much.

I was sorry about...
Well, what happened to him.

Thank you.
Neighborhood's funny that way.

Bad thing happens to a guy,
everyone is so sorry, but...

Nobody saw a thing.

It was a long time ago.

And this business, well,
sometimes bad things happen.

Mable Sean, where's my son?

Like I said, I don't have the foggiest.

Monk, get the coat.

Mr. Boyle, may I?

- You recognize this coat?
- Yeah. That's Richie's coat.

And if Richie was to take off

in the middle of December,
with a marble in his belly,

then Richie, who, let's all be honest,
is not known for his planning,

was probably intending
on stopping somewhere close.

Maybe he was just going
down the street to her place.

And you said you ain't good at riddles.

- When was the last time you saw my son?
- Here. Earlier today.

Boss, some bastard
has been ratting on us, right?

Right.

What if that rat bastard
is a girl?

She could've overheard
information from Richie.

Pillow talk and the like.

If he shows up at her place

carrying the very thing
that puts the finger on her,

I'm just saying.

We don't know who she's been ratting to

or, uh, if he might have been there
when Richie showed up.

You don't have to be Joe Friday
to put it all together.

Mr. Boyle.

I've known mable...

I've known mable for years.

I'm willing to bet my life
she has nothing to do with this.

Oh, I'll take that bet.

- Let's get the lady talking.
- Fuck.

No, no.

- What is wrong with...
- No!

Where's Richie?

I don't know.

Richie was right about you.
You're not a man at all.

So you and Richie did do a little talking.

Back up, English. This ain't your purview.

Yeah, all right, all right, all right.

Francis, take her to the back room.

Go.

Mr. Boyle, please.

- I'm sorry.
- Move.

- I am.
- Sit her down.

We'll clean up after.

I-I'm telling you the truth.

All right, the last time
that I saw Richie,

h was inside this shop.
I was closing up for the night.

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

Uh, uh...

Nobody's going anywhere
until we find my boy.

Mr. Boyle, sir, h... I can't. I'm sorry.

- I'll send you away right now.
- Oh, settle.

I know you have to do
what you have to do to find your son.

I understand how you feel.

You understand how I feel?

I had a daughter.

I didn't...
I didn't come to Chicago because of...

Uh, blue jeans.

There was a fire in my shop.

I-I didn't...
I didn't even notice it at first,

I was so busy working.

The fabrics lit up. Everything...

Burned so fast.

My wife and my little girl,
they lived upstairs.

I heard them.

The shears, they was a gift from my wife.

So, you understand.

Boss,
you don't have to listen to...

Quiet.

Mr. Boyle,

you can hurt young mable, you can hurt me,

you can kill any one of us
with a snap of your fingers...

But it won't find your child...

No matter how much you want it...

Go get it.

Hello?

Oh!

Really?

We've all been tremendously worried.

Twenty minutes? Fantastic.

Yes, yes, of course. I will.

All right. Thank you.

What was that?

That was Richie.

He said he's in hiding
from the la fontaines,

but he has the tape
and he wants you to go pick him up.

31st and halsted, 20 minutes.

Before I could get any more details...
He was gone.

Let's go.

We'll swing by the house and pick up
whoever's there to come with us.

Hey, maybe we should just take a minute.

My son is waiting.

For what are we gonna take
a goddamn minute?

Let's get to it.

Boss?

Maybe I should wait back.
Keep an eye on them, huh?

I need all the firepower I got.

You really want to
trust Richie's life

to the hope that tonight doesn't have
any more twists in store?

If the devil himself
came crashing through the roof,

I wouldn't be shocked right now.

All right.

All right. Belts and suspenders.

Make sure they don't go nowhere.

You want to tell me who the fuck
you just talked to on that phone?

That was one of Mr. Boyle's men

calling to say
he'd yet to hear from Richie.

Mmm.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Either I kill her now
and we pin tonight on her corpse,

or I kill both of you
and do it all myself.

It's your choice.

You need her assistance.

With what do I need her assistance?

Roy boyle is about to walk
directly into an ambush.

- Who's ambushing him?
- The la fontaines.

And how exactly are the la fontaines
gonna know where to ambush him?

Because mable's about to tell them.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

- Why me?
- Because you're the rat.

You've been sleeping with Richie boyle.

You kept hearing him talk

about his father's escalating war
with the la fontaines

and you saw your chance.

You sold information to la fontaine

so that you could finally
get out of Chicago.

But Francis... Francis is paranoid.

Sooner or later, you thought
he would have found you out.

So you helped the FBI to plant a bug.

If the fb/ could take down the boyle crew,
you could get away clean.

But you didn't plan for one thing:

The outfit.

They told the boy/es about the bug.
Richie told you.

What could you do?

You told la fontaine.

And hoped that
they would all kill each other

before they found you.

You got your hustle. I got mine.

You were the fucking rat?

I've spent my entire life watching
you leeches suck this neighborhood dry.

I am gonna love

sitting in a café in Paris,

reading all about your funeral.

You stole the tape?

No. That was me.

You knew what I was doing,
and instead of stopping me, you helped.

- Yes.
- Fuck you. I can take care of myself.

If she doesn't call the la fontaines
in the next...

Two minutes, I'd say,

Roy boyle will return,
having failed to find his son.

Eventually, he'll discover Richie,

and then he'll kill all of us.

Or mable can tell the la fontaines
where to ambush him

and offer to sell them the tape.

Now tell me,

if Roy boyle and
all his senior lieutenants die tonight,

who will be in charge of his organization?

I took six bullets for that man.

And how many has he taken for you?

He made me everything that I am today.

And today is the day
that you don't need him anymore.

You think I'm just gonna
betray Roy boyle that easy?

No, I don't think it's easy.

I think option a is we all die.

And option b is...

You run the boyle organization.

Make the goddamn call.

I'm not here.

Stetson.

Stetson. Yes, um...

Roy boyle...

Halsted.

La fontaine wants to make a deal.
Tape for cash. One hour.

I didn't know you spoke French.

Francis, the number of things about me
that you don't know...

So what the fuck
really happened to Richie?

That's la fontaine.
I'm gonna hide in the back.

As soon as you peep the green,
you toss me a signal.

"Count's right." And then...

This is a stupid fucking idea.

You don't toss me a signal,

I'm gonna come out firing
indiscriminate-like.

When la fontaine dies tonight,
I'm not only leading our crew,

I'm leading them into the outfit.

It's the least I could do. For Roy.

He's gonna kill us too.

You're open late.

Mmm. We work by appointment.
This is Mr. Burling.

I didn't know this city
had any tailors so classy.

Thank you.

You know how to make clothes for a lady?

I haven't a clue.

I might have an inkling.

I'm guessing it's been
quite an evening for you folks.

Hazard of the trade, madame.

Which one of you has my tape?

Money first.

Please.

- Looks like...
- Madame la fontaine,

are you trying to Rob us?

Where's the money?

We're not showing you the tape
until we see the money.

Tape first.

How do I know what's on it?
I've gotta listen.

Well, it seems like
you're just gonna have to trust us.

We may be able to trust each other.

Okay.

Let's make a deal.

You give me the green, I'll walk away.

We all live to kill each other
some other time.

You know what makes me mad?

I've been running numbers
in this city my whole life.

But nobody said a thing.

Cops, racket boys, nobody even noticed.

Until the second
we started making real money.

Il/lon dieu, this fucking city.

Since day one, people like me,
people like our English friend,

we come here
and we make something of ourselves.

And then right as soon as
we get big enough, you connards show up

with your hair slicked back,

shoes all shiny,

and you snatch it away.

Like a spoiled child
who'd rather break his own toys

than watch somebody else play with them.

So I will admit to a satisfaction earlier

at 313t and halsted

when I put a gun to Roy boyle's head

and watched him die as he'd lived.

Sorry he ever met me.

Madame,
you have nothing to fear from this man.

Why is that?

Because earlier this evening,

I removed all the bullets from his gun.

Any other killers in here
I should know about?

Only you.

A tailor.

Always listening, never talking.

But nobody stopped to think,
"what's going on in his head?"

I'm not a tailor, ma'am.

I'm a cutter.

Hmm.

They'll find us out.

The boyles are all dead.

The outfit, then.

Why would the outfit come looking for us?

Because we took the tape
that everyone is look...

To the naked eye,
a suit appears to consist of two parts...

The tape.

A jacket and trousers.

It's just a fake.

But these two seemingly solid parts
are composed of four different fabrics.

The outfit has never even
heard of r0 y boyle.

They didn't send those messages.

You d/d.

You've been planning this for months.

Everything that happened...

You set it all up.

This contains everything
that went on here this evening.

Enough to convict any remaining boyles
of a dozen crimes

and madame la fontaine
of the murder of Roy boyle.

You won't mind, will you,
popping it in the post

to your friend at the FBI?

On your way to...

Perhaps it's safest if...

I don't know.

But make it somewhere grand.

So what about you?

Oh, I've started over before.

It'll be easy the second time.

- Come with me.
- No.

No, come with me.

You can show me things
you've already seen.

You will not spend your best years
taking care of my remaining few.

I was taking care of myself just fine,
you know.

Oh, yes.

Knowing you, I'm quite confident
you'd have seen to the burials

of each and every one of those murderers.

But then...

You'd no longer be pretending to be one,

would you?

I wish I could have met her.

Your real...

You know.

She would have liked you.

Finishings, for me,
can be the hardest part.

Not because there is any great skill
involved in these final steps...

Putting on a few buttons,
closr'ng up a few edges,

but because if you've done your job,

all the true craftsmansh/p
has already occurred

the finishings are mere ine v/tabilities.

It's at the finishings
that you must come to terms with the idea

that perfection is a necessary goal...

Precisely because it is unattainable.

If you don't arm for perfection,
you cannot make anything great.

And yet, true perfection is impossrble.

[Gasps}

Oh, no.

Stop.

So, at the finish,
you must reconcile yourself

to failure.

I was like you once.

I was.

Made my living with a gun.

A knife.

Sometimes...

Just my bare hands.

I had...

I had a gift, they said.

But it wasn't magic.

It was work.

One day, they asked me to do
something I couldn't do.

So I ran. I hid. I hid on the row.

Picked up a trade, learnt a craft,
and met my wife.

Vera.

I fell in love.

We had little Lily. I fell in love again.

But they found me.

They found me.

Set fire to my shop.

My home.

My life.

I came here to get away
from all that violence.

Get away from myself.

My first day here, who did I meet?

I suppose I put... put on these clothes

to convince myself I'm civilized.

I want so bad to be good.

It's not perfect.

You have to make your peace with that.

How?

Well, you sit at your board,

you lay out your tools...

And you start again.