- 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! Your what? 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 of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you fucked!
Damn! Son of a bitch.
Let's go!
Let's get the fuck outta here!
Those rat fucks! All of them 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' fine.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
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 goodfellas 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 first. That fat fuck knew before we did.
At least we got our funny man back, huh?
- That was funny, wasn't it? That was real fucking funny! - No, not me! Not me!
Huh? Ha! Funny! Funny!
Funny! Funny! Funny!
Funny!
Listen, Roc, did anybody see ya?
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 first ones, they just sort of fell onto 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 do you 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 through, she can I.D. Me.
I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but no!
- It looks fine. - 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. - Of course they were.
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 fireman" time.
No way they could have seen it.
Those doors were down, so that means this:
They looked in, down through the peepholes...
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.
Two guns were used. The guy in the middle...
was done with both of 'em.
But this guy, he was killed...
with bullets from gun "A" only...
and this guy, gun "B" only.
But ballistics dug two slugs out of the wall from "B"...
over here where the victim was done with "A."
And it's the same thing over here.
Why the crossover?
That's just fuckin' weird. I have no idea.
Jesus, I just can't think anymore.
That scene over at the coffee shop today just tapped me out.
What scene?
Some guy went nuts over off of 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 of mob peons and a fat fuck bartender. - Oh, isn't that beautiful?
All the lowlifes 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, five hours 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 bartender 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 dies...
'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.
If he 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...
you and 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 out back 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 taped.
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 think what 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.
All right, 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 fine.
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.
For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon.
There was a firefight!
You son of a 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 finger 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 was he, 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 confident that their investigation will end...
in the apprehension of the suspects.
- 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. If he 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 loopholes...
for these cocksuckers to slip through.
I found... out there are these two guys...
who fix the situation with an iron fist...
as if they 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... of man.
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 of his 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 if we find 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's a 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 II 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.
Come here.
- What the fuck are you doing? - Come on, man.
I haven't been laid in a week. It'll take five minutes.
Hurry up!
Oh, baby. Oh, come to Mama.
- You're a dirty girl. No. - Come to Mama. Oh, come to Mama. Oh.
- You wanna ride the champ? - Yeah, baby.
- All right. All right. Let's do it, man. Ringside. - Big, strong man.
- Come on, baby. - Yeah, that's right. You want a little shot at the title?
I'll give you a shot at the title right here-
- What the fuck?
Too far.
It's on now.
Hey, babe. What's it, two for one?
"And shepherds we shall be...
"for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy ha-"
"That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
"We will flow a river forth unto Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be. "
Standing trial today for the third time in two years...
is infamous Mafia don Pappa Joe Yakavetta.
Yakavetta takes the stand to defend himself...
against allegations of his involvement...
in the ordered killings of no less than 17 men.
The state's case against him relies heavily on circumstantial evidence...
and a third acquittal has already been predicted.
Never shall innocent blood be shed.
Yet, the blood of the wicked...
shall flow like a river.
The three shall spread their blackened wings...
and be the vengeful, striking hammer of God.
Ah, I was with my mother.
We were at the Genovese- the butcher-
- because on Thursdays she makes a gnocchi for-
- Mr. Yakavetta...
you will demonstrate order in my courtroom.
- Counsel, proceed. - Look at his charisma.
- He's the next John Gotti. - He'll walk...
even with all this evidence.
Look, all of Yakavetta's people are on the left.
All the families of the men he's killed are on the right.
Everyone wants some justice.
- I don't know where I was. - Look at him.
He doesn't have a care in the world.
He's gonna walk.
- You, to the back!
Shut the fucking camera!
Up top, drop your guns! One at a time! Now! Drop it!
- Come here. - Where are you taking me?
- What are you doing? What are you doing? - Shut the fuck up!
Get to the back!
You people have been chosen...
to reveal our existence to the world!
You will witness what happens here today...
and you will tell of it later.
All eyes to the front.
- Now is a good time to fucking- - Shut your fuckin' mouth!
You must watch, dear.
It'll all be over soon.
Get down, get down, get down!
Now you will receive us!
We do not ask for your poor or your hungry!
We do not want your tired and sick!
- It is your corrupt we claim. - It is your evil that will be sought by us!
With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Each day we will spill their blood...
till it rains down from the skies!
Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal.
These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace!
These are not polite suggestions! These are codes of behavior...
and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost!
There are varying degrees of evil.
We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over...
into true corruption, into our domain.
For if you do, one day you will look behind you...
and you will see we three.
And on that day, you will reap it!
And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
"And shepherds we will be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
"Power hath descended forth from Thy hand...
- "That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
"So we shall flow a river forth to Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be."
Did you see what happened?
Yes, I was there.
How far are we going to take this, Da?
The question is not how far.
The question is, do you possess the constitution...
the depth of faith...
to go as far as is needed?
After the astonishing display of vigilantism...
during the Yakavetta trial yesterday...
the largest manhunt in recent memory is being undertaken...
to capture three men the media have dubbed "the Saints."
This reporter went out to the street to find out what you thought about these three.
Somebody can just go out, get a gun and shoot somebody...
because they feel they're doing some good in the world?
- No comment. - Making the world a safer place. - Are you kidding?
- They're killing for good and only the people who kill. - Listen to yourself.
This is gonna create something so much worse.
- I don't think so at all. - Well, I think you're just naive then.
I love the Saints, man. They doin' a great job.
Keep it goin', man. Get these murderers off the streets.
They're not out there just killing for fame.
- They just wanna be famous. - They should be in every major city.
- Every major city. - These guys are playing God.
This whole religious twist. Who do they think they are?
I believe in capital punishment. If they let me, I'd pull the switch.
Get 'em all! Kill 'em all!
I'm all for it. them.
The more people they kill, the better it is for everybody. That's what they get-
No, do not do that, Laquelle, because you don't even know!
- Sign me up, man. - Sign me up. All right?
- Where can I sign up? - Who are they to be judge and jury?
- No. What if your mom sees? - No comment.
- I'm afraid for myself.
I'm afraid for my kids. I'm afraid to walk down the street.
I can't even believe you're saying that. That's crazy.
When did you turn into such a sissy?
- I think they just get off on killing people. - Well, I have no comment.
- No comment on that, dear. - I have nothing to say. Thanks.
All this hoopla with the media. You guys are making it worse right now.
You're giving them the power.
By sticking that in my face, you're giving the Saints power.
- I don't wanna talk about it. - I really don't wanna talk about that.
You walk into some kid's bedroom, and it's gonna be there.
You have Batman, Superman and these Saints.
Are you losing any sleep, honey?
- 'Cause you know what? I'm certainly not. - No comment.
- Don't talk to them. - They're damn good. They're right!
I'm ready to My on.
Okay? I'm ready to get busy too.
You know, I'm ready to get busy.