Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Pack your shit! Pack your shit! We gotta get out of here!
- We gotta get out! - What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I killed them! Oh,Jesus, I killed them all!
-Just calm down. Tell us what happened. - No!
- Rocco! - Calm down, man.
Fuck you! You start gettin' excited, motherfucker!
- We gotta go! - Rocco!
- Well, how many were there? - Fuckin' hurry the fuck up!
All right! I love this shit!
- What the fuck is wrong withyou, Roc? - The cocksucker sold me out!
Didn't I tell you, Roc? Did they pull on you frst?
What am I doin'? I'm in it at Lakeview!
Lakeview the deli, Roc?
- Looks like we got us a new fuckin' recruit. - Rocco!
- What? - Where's my cat?
I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
- God. Why? - What?
I felt it would bring closure to our relationship.
- You killed my-my-- - Yourwhat?
- My-- - Your fuckin' what? Huh? Your what, bitch?
I'll shoot myself in the head...
if you can tell me that cat's name!
Go ahead! Yourwhat? Your precious little--
- Skippy. Skippy. - Oh,Jesus. What color was it, bitch?
Don't you fuckin' yell at her like that, you prick!
Shut your fat ass, Rayvie!
I can't buy a pack ofsmokes without runnin' into nine guys you fucked!
- Damn! Son ofa bitch.
Let's go!
Let's get the fuck outta here!
Those rat fucks! All ofthem were all laughin' at me, man.
- Are you sure you killed them, Roc? - Fuckin'-A right I did.
I had a goddamn turkey shoot over there.
- Anybody call for me? - No, man. Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fuckin' fne.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
I know there's something happening here
Domy eyes deceive mymind
I'll bet it was a fuckin' test.
Vincenzo came in here shootin' his mouth off. He made sure we knew.
But we did what we were supposed to, huh?
We kept our mouths shut.
You? You did your part.
Fuck!
They know we're good fellas now.
We'll get taken care of, baby.
What? Did everyone know?
Next thing you're gonna tell me Sal was in on it.
Vincenzo told Sal frst. That fat fuck knew before we did.
At least we got our funny man back, huh?
Here's some more that you fear
- That was funny, wasn't it? That was real fucking funny! - No, not me! Not me!
Huh? Ha! Funny! Funny!
- Funny! Funny! Funny!
- Funny! - Full, full
Full, full
- Full - Listen, Roc, did anybody seeya?
Fuck, man, I might as well have gone around postin' flyers.
Right out in public, man.
Liberating, isn't it?
- Let's fucking go! - You know, it is a bit.
Conner, stop the car! Stop the fucking car, man!
Vincenzo, that fat motherfucker, Yakavetta's right hand!
He's the one who set me up, then he went around telling everybody I was as good as dead.
Goes there every Wednesday night 10:00, jerks off on the same titty dancer. Never misses.
- Yeah, so? - So? So let's kill the motherfucker!
I mean, what are you guys? That's your new thing, right?
- Yeah, well-- - Ah, what the fuck!
I mean, who makes the cut? Is there a raffle or something?
To tell you the truth, those frst ones, they just sort of fell on to our laps.
Well, what do you do?
We haven't really got a system of decidin' who, Roc. It's--
Me! Me! I'm the guy!
I know everyone, their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to!
I got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fuckin'!
I know where they live!
We could kill everyone.
So what doyou think?
I'm strangely comfortable with it.
That's him.
- Okay, Roc.
What? You guys got masks.
You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert.
Fine. Fuck it! When we're done, she can I.D. me.
I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but no!
- It looks fne. - No, fuck it.
No, shut the fuck up! You look good. Put it on. You look fucking scary, man.
Now, Roc, are you sure that you're "O-B-kay-B''?
She was in here when it all went down.
- Can she I.D. 'em? - No.
- There were wearin' masks. - Ofcourse theywere.
You scream, you're dead! Which one's he in?
And don't make like you don't know who the fuck I'm talkin' about!
- Don't you talk to me like that, you dirty little girl.
Oh, yeah. Give it to Daddy.
Oh, this is one sick motherfucker.
- How many? - Three.
Two of them did the shootin'.
"...and teeming with souls shall it ever be. ''
Our little theory from last night just got shot to shit.
Something new is going on here.
After talking to the dancer,
we know their mark was the guy in the middle booth.
After she watches 'em whack him, she passes out.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'll tip her!
Why are there two extra victims?
- Witnesses. - No way they could have seen.
Allow me to enlighten you gentlemen...
to the protocol of the porno industry,
as I'm sure you've never been in one of these places before.
A man goes into the booth, puts the money through the slot,
the dancer gets it on the other side.
She hits the button, the door goes up.
Now there's only glass between you, and that's "little freman'' time.
No way they could have seen it.
Those doors were down, so that means this:
They looked in, down through the peep holes,
saw these guys, opened the doors from the inside,
pop, pop, pop, right through the glass.
Why?
- It's like a scumbag yard sale. - We should come down here once a week and clean house.
Maybe the three guys had something in common.
No, this guy's big-time. These two are street-walkin' scum.
Then that's what they had in common-- they're all bad guys.
Now they're all dead bad guys.
Oh, man, you gotta let me do these guys.
I'm such a moron. I gotta make up for that tit thing.
- There's no way. I've been waitin' for this asshole. - Oh, come on.
Come on, man. Give the guy his shot.
It's the real deal, Roc. Evil men, dead men.
Good shooting...
shitty shooting.
Plus... we got us a genuine...
Kennedy assassination-style bullet theory here.
Twoguns were used. Theguyin themiddle...
was done with both of'em.
Now this guy, he was killed...
with bullets from gun "A'' only...
and this guy, gun "B'' only.
But ballistics dug two slugs out ofthe wall from "B''...
over here where the victim was done with "A.''
Andit's the same thing over here.
Why the crossover?
That's just fuckin' weird. I have no idea.
Jesus, I just can't think any more.
That scene over at the coffee shop today just tapped me out.
What scene?
Some guy went nuts over of the Com Ave.
Shot three guys to death in a coffee shop, broad daylight, fled the scene.
- Don't have much on him. - Why wasn't I informed of this?
They weren't related. The guy used a .38.
- No pennies, totally amateur. - Who were the victims?
- A couple ofmob peons and a fat fuck bartender. - Oh, isn't that beautiful?
All the low lifes in quiet city Boston start droppin' dead, and you think it's unrelated!
Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinkin' for me,
I will have a fucking tag on my toe!
Now get me a squad car and get me over there!
I want crime scene photos and any witness statements now!
Wyatt fuckin' Earp!
It looks like we got us a cowboy. Hmm.
"So we shall flow a river forth to Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be. ''
Hey, hey, man. You guys gotta teach me that prayer.
- That's some good shit, man. - Cool it, Roc. It's a family prayer.
- My father's father before him. So that's our shit. - Oh, come on!
The victims were found...
at a local adult entertainment parlor.
These murders, coupled with the three suspected mob-related killings...
that occurred at this local Boston deli earlier this afternoon,
brings the death toll to six, just today.
There is no doubt that all the victims have been criminals.
Perhaps this explains why a public outcry...
to have these crimes stopped has not been heard.
Ah, these two crime scenes are related.
Too many coincidences.
Same day, fivehours apart,
dead mobsters in both scenes.
Now...
why did he kill the bartender?
Crime of passion. Just went nuts. He shot everyone in here.
-Just ran out of bullets. - Does this look like a friggin' post office to you?
This guy came in here with intent.
Maybe he didn't know exactly what he was gonna do, but he had a good idea.
No, the bar tender was no fuckin' accident.
Well, we didn't need any help on that.
A lot of people saw it. Nobody's talkin'.
Figures.
Oh, look.
Are you guys seeing the pattern here?
We got big questions at both of these crime scenes with no answers.
Why did they kill the guys in the other two booths?
Why did they do the bartender?
Fuck!
I hate cold crime scenes!
I'm fucking leaving now.
And do me a favor. Tell me when the next one does,
'cause these guys are not done yet.
Fuck you.
Augustus, I need your help.
I have a serious problem. I am not screwing around here.
I need... Il Duce.
The Duke? Huh.
What did you do?
Rocco-- this package boy--
he could bring down the whole East Coast.
Ifhe decides to turn state's evidence,
he could take us apart brick by brick.
But he's happy, now,
with just killing us one by one.
And worse, he's good at it.
Listen, kid. I hope you understand who you're dealin' with here.
This guy is no slouch.
When I was a boy,
my papa used to speak of him like he was a ghost.
- Move him.
Your father and I used him three times in 20 years,
only when things got totally fucked.
Whenever we needed one of our own bumped off,
we'd call this guy in.
He had a thing for clippin' wise guys.
But only one rule
No women, no kids.
Believe me, kid, you don't want this guy...
unless you are 100% sure you need him.
He's a fuckin' monster. But only one thing.
He's been rottin' in the can the last 25 or 30 years.
Don't even know if he's still alive or if he's even up to it.
There.
- Well, there are ways around that. - Yeah. Go find one.
All right. Let's talk some business here.
I know a sick fuck makes the ones we been doin' look like altar boys.
Worst night of my life when I met this guy.
The guy never says a fuckin' word to me.
We're drivin' 25 minutes,
never a sigh, no throat clearing, nothing.
Yeah, you're always making great fuckin' sense, you dumb bitch.
- I don't care.
His face--blank, man. Just nothin' there.
This guy takes out a whole family--
wife, kids, everyone--like he's ordering a fucking pizza.
This house is clean.
I knew if I didn't keep it together, it was my ass.
He has a poker game outback of his place...
with a bunch of wise guys every Saturday.
Worst day of my life, man.
Well, I'm sold.
Don't worry, Roc.
We'll do this guy right, and you'll feel a lot better.
Okay.
Here's what happened.
They waited in a parked car down the street for the kid to leave.
There he goes.
They came in through the garage.
The kid says he leaves it open when he takes his bike out.
Now they know the wife is the gatekeeper. She knows the code.
- Hit the numbers, lady. Hit the numbers.
- I will kill you! I will kill you! - Don't! Her hands are tied.
Why do I always gotta be on bitch detail?
The wife says she doesn't know what happened after she hit the code.
She just remembers going down, but judging from the burn mark on her back,
I thinkwhat they did was use a stun gun on her.
Now this guy knows that his friend is coming to the game,
and they know that this door can only be opened from the inside.
So they wait. And when that door opens,
man...
nobody's ready for it.
Panic, devastation.
This was like shootin' fish in a friggin' barrel.
All of'em.
Now these guys dove under the table.
The trajectory on the bullet showed that they came from straight across.
So that means one of our shooters dropped to his knees.
-Something went wrong right here. -Shit! Shit! He ain't here!
Oh, what the fuck you mean, he isn't here?
- I mean he ain't here! - Look again, for fuck's sake!
I know what the fuck he looks like!
Look behind ya!
Ah! Son of a--
Oh, shit!
- Shoot this motherfucker!
No! Fucking let the bloke go!
- Let him go! - Fuck! Jesus!
- Now's your chance to earn your stripes, Roc! - He'll fucking get killed!
It was your idea to bring him in!
One of these guys is a real sicko.
He knew this man. He wanted him to suffer.
Allright, Roc. Now's your chance!
- You take that man! - I don't wanna die!
Sick fuck! Sick fuck!
Sick fuck!
- All right then. - Fuck you, fuckin'--
Now take a fuckin' deep breath there, Roc. You did fne.
It was nicely done.
They exited out the front door.
They had no idea what they were in for.
Now they're starin' at six men with guns drawn.
It was a fuckin' ambush.
This was a fuckin' bomb...
droppin' on Beaver Cleaverville.
Fora few seconds, this place was Armageddon.
There was a frefght!
- You son ofa bitch!
Murph, are you all right?
Motherfucker!
- Roc, get the fucking bag! - Fuckin' shit! Christ!
- Get the blood! Get the blood! - What the fuck was that?
- He shot my fucking fnger off!. - Roc, what the fuck? Get the fuck out of here!
- Motherfucker! - Fucking shit!
- Get the fucking bag! - My fucking finger!
Fucking shit!
What if it was just one guy with six guns?
Why don't you let me do the thinking, huh, genius?
Hey, what's taking so long with those blood samples?
I can't get a good sample.
Oh!
There's a variable here I'm not seeing.
They used ammonia.
None of this is any good. Fuck!
You know what that means? Even if we get suspects in the case,
we got nothin', nothin', nothin'!
Fuck! Who the fuck are they?
I've never seen any fucking thing like this in my fucking life!
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck washe, Rocco? I know you fucking know, so don't even start.
Fuck you! I told you I never saw him before!
Well, he sure as fuck knew you!
Fuck you! Fuck you both!
- Yeah? Don't start lying to us now!
We're fuckin' three amateurs here!
I'm confdent that their investigation will end...
in theapprehension ofthesuspects.
- Fuckin' hell. - What? What, that guy?
That's the guy that got us off the hook with the Checkov thing.
- And he's one smart man. - They got nothin'.
Well, this guy is very sharp. Ifhe hasn't figured us out yet, he will.
- You bet your ass he will. - Well, I'd say that makes him a lia-fuckin'-bility.
- He isn't to be touched. - He's a good man.
Okay, whatever.
No, that's all wrong. David Della--
I missed it.
Paul, you've already had quite a bit. Are you sure you wanna--
-Just pour the drink, you fairy fuck.
Whew! I smell you.
Hey, Murph.
This early mornin' church shit's gotta go.
We have to go in the mornin'. We're on the lam now, you know.
Hey.
You're gonna do what I say, got it?
- Yes. - I'm sorry you're gonna have to see this.
- Don't look at me. - I didn't see any--
Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
Don't do this, my son.
Have you no fear of God?
That's who I'm doin' this for. Now open the fuckin' thing, Father.
Father, I'll do you right here.
God have mercy on my soul.
You little fuck, let him go or I'll drop you right fuckin' now.
Okay,just calm down. He could hurt us, brother.
- He could ruin the whole thing. - You let him go...
or I will deliver you right fucking here!
You won't do it. You won't, Conner. You love me, man.
- I swear to fuckin'-- - Hello. You there?
Y-Yes, my son.
Do your thing, Father. Don't fuck this up.
- How long since your last confession? - Christ.
I've never confessed.
I come here for advice,
not "slalvation.''
Why have you come to a church for counsel if you're not religious?
It's ethics.
I put evil men behind bars,
but the law has miles of red tape and loop holes...
for these cocksuckers to slip through.
Ifound... out there are these two guys...
who fix the situation withaniron fist...
as ifthey had God's permission.
God's permission? God doesn't grant--
In this day and age,
I believe what they do is necessary.
I feel it is correct.
A soul is what gives us feelings.
It's like a conduit...
through which the Lord speaks to us.
You felt your answers would be here...
in the house of the Lord today.
And you feel... these men are necessary.
So the Lord has spoken to you twice today.
Has He now?
You are the one who came into this church speaking about beliefs and feelings.
Is it so hard to believe that God has brought you here?
I guess not.
It's very easy to be sarcastic about religion.
But it's much more difficult...
to take a stand.
I wanna stand for what I believe in, Father.
First you have to know what your beliefs are.
I believe that these young men are right.
- You know them personally? - Yes.
Would they ever harm an innocent person, for any reason?
No. They would never do that.
Well, the two Irish guys wouldn't.
The Italian guy, he might. He's kind of an idiot.
I'm beginning to see.
All the things I wish I could do,
these guys are doing.
W-W-What should I do?
Because I am a man...
who's supposed to uphold the law.
The laws of God... are higher...
than the laws... ofman.
Yes, I-I was thinking that too. No, no. I was feeling it.
All I needed was to hear you say it.
Amen. I will help them.
- Forgive me, Father. - Thank you, Father.
Whatever.
Amen. Good-bye.
Now listen. Um, "dominus ominus, ''you know.
And remember, you're bound. You can't talk to anyone about this. No one.
-Just get out of the church. - Okay.
Just get out of the church!
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
What the fuck's that supposed to mean?
- That's all you can give me? - The light hit the side ofhis face.
Looked like he had a gray beard. Maybe late '50s, early '60s.
So you're telling me it was one guy with six guns,
and he was a senior freakin' citizen?
Yeah, and it's better ifwe fnd this man before he finds us again.
I'll see what I can do. How do I get in touch with you?
We'll hit Pappa Joe tonight, right in the comfort of his own home.
We're gonna move on to New York. It's just--
- It's getting a bit hot for us here. - Be careful.
All right. Call you tonight, afterwards.
- It feels like it's still there. - Yeah, but it's not.
I don't know who he is. Nobody does.
The Duke'sa fuckin' Houdini. He does a disappearin' act.
What did he bring him in for?
Well, he needs an outsider. This Rocco kid is smart.
He knows everyone. He'd spot our hitters a mile away.
Just for him-- the package boy?
He's the one shootin' up all his guys, right? He's scared of the kid.
- Said he's good. He's got every gun in the city up there. - Up where?
Up at his house. I don't know what's going on,
but I know it's gotta have something to do with this kid.
Oh, fuck!
We got 'em. They tried to get in through the basement.
- How many? - Three.
Where you goin; huh? Where the fuck you goin; huh?
I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, motherfucker!
- Fuck you! - Shut up!
Shh! Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Shh.
Sit up.
You have some answers for me, no?
Yeah. Fuck you.
Roc! Roc, look at me!
- Roc!
Shit!
- Roc!
- Roc! Roc, you'll be fine!
- Roc!
Okay. What do you boys think?
- These guys are tough. - Fuckin'-A, right.
- Ain't no fuckin' way they're gonna talk. - I know Rocco.
He ain't smart enough for this shit. Those other guys are the brains.
- He's just a player. - He's a punk.
There's only one thing to do.
God! No!
- Roc! Roc! No!
Roc! Roc!
- No!
No! Roc!
Roc!
You can't stop! You get out of here. Don't ever stop.
Roc! No!
No! Roc!
- You motherfucker!
Yeah! I'm gonna kill them!
- Hey, boss. - Yeah, Chappy?
I don't mean no disrespect, but I think we're forgettin' something here.
This Il Duce's a fuckin' animal. He's gonna stop when someone dies.
I guarantee you right now, he thinks this thing is on.
- What?
If this guy still thinks the job is on,
motherfucker is in the bushes right now.
I am going. You four... stay here...
and deal with it.
Do it!
-Just one fuckin' guy. - Fuck you, Geno.
- What's the big fuckin' deal? - Do it!
I'm going back downstairs and workin' on these pricks.
- What the fuck?
Hey.
Joey Bevo sent me over...
as entertainment.
Sorry, baby. Tonight ain't the night for this shit.
It's really hittin' the fan in there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuckin' Bevo's great, man. He's always sendin' us primo box.
All right. Let's go.