- Who was the jumper? - Ricky Cork. Freddie's kid.
Sir, I have a warrant to search the house
for evidence pertaining to the production and distribution of counterfeit currency.
You can't blame this on Michael. They just have it out for him
- for what people said in the past. - You want me to hit you? Huh?
You want me to fuckin' beat you like a dog
that pissed on the rug?
Listen, this is really, really important to me.
- Just come to the meeting. - I can't risk hurting Tommy.
Mary Rose?
If you have nothing to do after school,
you come back, you can work the cash register.
I'll do it. I'll give you Freddie Cork.
Time to get right with God.
I have the tuition statement on my desk,
and you will have it by the end of the day.
- You got a visitor. - Now's not a good time, Alex.
She says it's important.
All right, dammit. All right. All right.
- You look just like him. - Excuse me?
Neal. Your father.
I'm Moira. I live with him.
You got a minute?
- I'll hold your calls. - Yeah. Just...
- Where is he? - Pawtucket.
- He's in Rhode Island? - Yeah, sure.
He's got business here.
You mind if I sit down? My feet are killing me.
- Uh, no. Sit. - There shoes are half a size too small,
but I bought 'em anyway. Your father likes me in heels,
the higher the better.
- What does he want? - Nothing.
He doesn't even know I'm here.
He talks about you and Michael all the time, you know.
My boys, he calls you.
He reads about you in the newspaper, of course.
- He is so proud of you. - Look, Ms...
Olmolvaney.
Ms. Olmovaney, I'm a busy man.
All right. All right. Your father said you'd be like this.
I thought you said he didn't know you were here.
I just thought... His boys should know their father is in trouble.
You should know that the man you live with
- is no longer a member of my family. - Oh, yeah?
Well, maybe your mother is, and maybe she'd like to know
that Neal used his half of her house as collateral on a bank loan.
Hi, I'm Eileen, and... I'm...
You're an addict... And an alcoholic.
- I feel ridiculous. - Well...
We have to do things a certain way, Eileen.
That's how it works.
Ok.
So what's next?
I want you to read from chapter 5, and...
Then we can talk about it.
"Rarely have we seen a person fail who has thoroughly followed our path.
Those who do not recover are people who cannot or will not
completely give themselves to this simple program,
usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable
- of being honest with themselves." - That's not us, Eileen.
We're gonna make it. We're survivors.
- I can't do this. - Just give it a chance.
Give it a chance. We just started, ok?
I felt the same way when I first started.
That's what this thing is all about.
Fellowship. Helping each other. Five.
"There are such unfortunates. They are not at fault.
They seem to have been born that way."
"they are naturally incapable
of grasping and developing a manner of living
which demands rigorous honesty. Their chances are less than average."
- What's this? - Some hmong kid got chucked off a roof.
Dear God.
This neighborhood's going to hell.
It's 'cause no one goes to church anymore.
For God sake, Mary,
this has not got to do with going to church.
This has to do with immigration. Foreigners coming in, taking our jobs.
Bringing up the drugs from South America and whatnot.
And our boys unemployed, lounging around with nothing to do.
Never have I had to step over dead bodies
to get my hair done.
- Hiya, Patsy. - Good morning, ladies.
Rose, why don't you start with Javon. May, come sit.
- Little excitement this morning, huh? - Terrible.
- Do you know who it is? The body? - Oh, some hmong oriental drug dealer.
I wonder who killed him.
Some of the other orientals. They're like that.
It's just terrible. The drugs are everywhere.
And it's not just strangers who are dying.
You know Mo Shay still hasn't gotten over
her Davey's death from that heroin.
We should organize.
- Organize? - The neighborhood.
Form watch groups, self defense teams. Whoever's selling these drugs--
and I'm not sure it's just the hmongs--
they need to know we are not going to put up with it.
We could have an organizational meeting.
I know a lot of people who'd be interested.
Absolutely. We can have it at my house.
Tommy would come. It's his district, after all.
And Cassie, you could get Declan to come along and speak to us.
I'm sure he could give us
some really good tips on self defense, hmm?
That sounds great, Rose.
Good idea.
- Yes? - Yeah, you got an Ellis Franklin here?
- Is he expecting you? - Yeah. I was told to meet him here.
Mr. Franklin.
If this is about your surveillance reports,
the answer is no. No extension.
- I want it on my desk by 5 p.m. - It's not.
I've got a guy inside Freddie Cork's organization
- who's ready to flip. - Who?
- Marty Trillo. - Really?
- What's the lever? - He's got cancer
- and he wants to get right with God. - Please. What's his angle?
Immunity and something on the side for his mistress.
Done.
Bring him in. We'll talk.
And Giggs.
Next time, wear a tie.
- Did you have a good night last night? - Yeah. Sold a bunch of teardrops.
You staying away from that asshole Stepholios?
- Stole his car. - Did you? Good for you.
You know, I was on my own by the time I was 12.
I never looked back.
What the fuck is this? You're $400 short.
- Cops took it off me on Olden street. - Oh, the cops did, huh?
Just get the fuck out of here.
Hi. There's 800.
Where's the rest?
The kid says some cops took it off him.
- He's lying. - Well, the cops do that kind of shit.
- You ok? - What do you mean?
I don't know. This kid.
He's feeding you a line, an obvious line,
- and you're just fuckin' swallowing it. - No, I'm not. He's 14.
We were 14 once. You remember?
This isn't the first time, is it?
Pete, what the fuck?
Some kid takes money out of your pocket,
pisses down your leg,
and you just take it like some jailhouse bitch?
If I'm that kid,
I'm out there right now laughing my ass off.
- So I'll take care of the kid, ok? - Yeah, sure.
Done. Fine.
Good. I'll take the 400 out of your end.
You wanna let some kid punk you, it's your business.
See, I'm starting to question your judgment.
Well, don't ok? Please.
There's nothing wrong with my fuckin' judgment.
No, except you decided to donate half our profits
to father Flanagan's home for fuckin' Wayward boys.
- Hey, kiddo. - We need to talk.
So, nice to see ya.
- Dad's girlfriend came to see me. - Our dad?
- He's threatening to sell ma's house. - How can he do that?
'Cause they never divorced. The deed's still in his name.
He took out a bank loan to cover some debts,
and if we don't bail him out, the bank's gonna foreclose.
You speak to the bank?
She gave me the papers, I rang the bank, and it's all true.
- How much? - More than I got.
Don't worry about it.
I'll scrape the cash together. I'll cover it.
I was thinking we should go and see him.
What do you want to see that asshole for?
To make sure he signs over for the house...
And then stab him through the heart with a pen.
Yeah, ma?
Tommy, there's a drug problem on the Hill,
and I think it's time we did something about it.
- Well, yeah. What do you have in mind? - Well, some of the gals down at Patsy's
were talking after that incident today on Tilden.
They want to have a meeting, and I said you would talk to them.
About what?
About the drug problem on the Hill, Tommy.
Ma, you understand who controls
most of the drugs on the Hill, don't you?
You and I both know it's those dreadful orientals.
That fellow this morning, he was one of them.
- Wasn't even from this neighborhood. - Maybe that was his problem, ma.
Listen... I gotta go. I gotta get ready.
When you have a date, call alex and tell him to schedule it, ok?
Thanks, love.
- You gonna take the 95 or Hope? - Too many stop lights on Hope.
The 95's a parking lot at this hour.
Do I even want to know where you got this money?
- Is it at least real? - Fuck you.
Well, you know why I'm asking.
I'm know why you're asking. Fuck you.
- Promise me you won't go hittin' him. - Oh, me?
- I'm more worried about you. - I won't touch him.
If I touched him, I'd kill him.
Ahh. He lives two miles down the road
and makes us drive to Connecticut?
- What's the girlfriend like? - She's what you'd expect.
You think we'll still recognize him?
I will. If I was blind
I could pick that fucker out of a crowd.
My God.
You look just like you do in the papers, son.
I'd recognize you anywhere. You?
You look the same as the day I left.
Oh. I see you both got the Sheehan hairline.
That's your mother's fault, you know. Ha ha ha.
Come on. I want to introduce you to everybody.
Hey, fellas. These are my sons.
Gimme a shot of whiskey.
- You sure? - Just pour the goddamn drink please.
Pete, it's a mistake. You don't wanna do this.
- You don't wanna go back to-- - Tommy, pour me a shot, ok?
I swear to you, I'll pull your fuckin' eyes out.
Y eah?
Gimme another one.
- That's a good girl. - 8.50.
How about I sing you a song, Gina, my love?
- How about you just pay me 8.50? - How about I pay you 10
and you give me a kiss?
- Finish your story. - What story?
Is he always this impatient?
Only when he's listening to a boring drunk.
All right.
Your mother and I were having
one of our more spectacular... blowouts.
She got it in her head that I was banging Peg Mullen.
- Were you? - Don't look so offended.
Back then, peggy was a fine piece of strudel.
Anyway, your mother gets on her high horse
begging for me to come at her with a knife.
And suddenly Mr. Judd fitzgerald appears at the door.
And that evil son of a bitch
tells me to pack a bag and never come back.
- Why? - Why did I leave?
No. Why'd he show up in the first place?
For that, you'll have to ask your mother.
- I'm asking you. - But I'm a gentleman, Tommy.
I respect other people's secrets.
Give him the papers.
Sign 'em. We'll pay off the loan at the bank.
And if you don't care about saving Rose's house...
There. 20,000 extra incentives.
Tie up your business interests here and get the fuck out of Rhode Island.
- I don't deserve your hate. - Oh, yes, you do.
What about you? You hate me, too?
You know... He was always your mother's favorite.
No matter how many gold stars you brought home,
your entire future depends on
whether your brother decides to be a good boy or not.
No matter how perfect you are, he can fuck up your whole apple cart
- in one instant. - You gonna sign that or not?
And you. You think you're better than him
because you don't hide what you are behind a tie and a snappy smile.
If I were you, I'd hire Freddie Cork
to snap his neck.
Then I'd declare for governor the next day.
If you drive me home, I'll sign the fuckin' paper.
Hey, kid.
- Are you pissing down my leg? - What?
You think you can just take money out of my fuckin' pocket?
- What, are you fuckin' loaded? - Fuckin' loaded.
Am I fuckin' loaded? Am I fuckin' loaded?
- Pete? - Trick or treat.
Ha ha ha ha. I, uh, I need...
- I need to talk. - Now?
- I'm putting my kids to bed. - Please?
Can I come in? I need to talk.
- Are you drunk? - Yeah.
Can I come in?
I need... I need to fuckin' talk.
- Please? - I can't.
- I need some help. - I'll call you later.
There's my baby doll. My Moira.
These are my sons. Isn't she grand?
- I'm covered in bird shit. - Moira keeps cockatoos.
Cockatiels. They're australian.
She even takes the fuckin' thing in the shower with her.
You been a bad boy, Nealy?
Oh, baby, you know I'm only a bad boy with you.
Yeah. How many did you have?
Bitch.
When I want a woman to count my drinks,
I'll fuck a bartender.
You can go to hell.
And when you're old and crippled and shit your pants,
- you can wipe your own fuckin' ass. - Hey! Hey!
You're stronger than you used to be.
Yeah. You haven't changed a bit. You ok?
- I'm fine. - Sit down.
You're gonna sign this quitclaim form, dad, right now.
I don't have a pen.
I can't do it.
Nothing against you or your mother. I just can't do it.
Sign the form, we pay off your loan, and you get the money.
It's not enough. Paying off the loan won't do it.
- I owe another 120,000 to Luke Palermo. - Luke the Hammer?
- You saw him at the bar. - Big guy looking down on us.
I was supposed to fix a dog race for him.
- I had an in with the trainer. - And?
The injection got fucked up. The dog got a triple dose.
Came running out of the gate, started running in circles.
Would have been kind of funny except my balls were on the line.
You know what? I don't care.
- Tommy, he'll kill me. - That's your problem.
Now sign the form.
Sign the form, ok?
Tommy. Tommy, back off! No, back off!
Fuck you! And fuck your lying whore cunt mother.
Oh! Hey, come on!
Outside.
I'll kill him! I don't want him to live another day.
- I'll kill him! - And then what?
Go home. Take the car and go home.
- What about ma's house? - I'll get ma's house.
- How? - Don't worry.
I'll take care of it, kiddo. Go home.
Trust me. Come on.
Marty, you want some water or something?
No, I'm ok. I'm ok.
When did your association with Frederick Cork begin, Mr. Trillo?
He'd hate to hear you call him Frederick.
Yeah. Uh... So, uh...
I met him at the union hall 15, 20 years ago.
We were just friendly.
When did you develop a business association?
Late eighties. Vending machines.
And, uh...
Got along pretty well, so we spent more time together.
Barbecues... And family stuff.
And then he supported my run for union president,
which I won.
When did Freddie and representative Tom Caffee
start doing business together, Mr. Trillo?
- I beg your pardon? - Simple observation.
Mr. Cork and the representative
have been spending a great deal of time together recently.
I want to know when it started.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Really?
This don't mean nothing.
Freddie's son just died.
Tommy helped him get things straight with the church.
Straight how?
Look...
This was not part of the deal. I said I would come in here
and talk about Freddie Cork.
I don't know anything about anybody else.
Ellis, can I speak to you outside?
What is it that we're doing?
Freddie Cork has ties to Michael caffee.
Tommy Caffee was never part of the equation.
Detective, I have no intention of limiting my investigation
because you feel some sort of misguided loyalty to Tom Caffee.
I don't feel any loyalty to him. It's just I brought Marty Trillo here
on the presumption that is was Freddie Cork that we wanted.
You know, I really don't care what you presumed,
and I didn't promise Mr. Trillo anything.
If Tom Caffee is corrupt, I'm gonna take him down.
Hey, that's a beautiful dog. This is Molly, right?
- Yeah. Who the fuck are you? - Hi, Molly.
I'm Neal Caffee's son Michael.
So what is he-- dead, drunk, or in jail?
Deeply hurt, actually. If he promised to fix a race,
the race really ought to be fixed, don't you think?
Hey, he's the idiot who fucked up the dosage.
I mean, Jesus, I had to tap dance like crazy
- just to keep my privileges. - Well, it's a good thing you did,
'cause you're dealing with me now,
and this time you're gonna do it right.
Are you nuts?
- I can't fuckin' do that. - Sure you can.
You just gotta ask yourself one simple question.
"Do I love my dog?"
Do you? Do you love this dog?
There he goes. Come on, you 3-legged fuck, move!
Let's go! Run! run! I gotta have a winner now.
Goddamn, you two are walking home if we lose.
Come on, you fuckin' hump, let's go, now, go! I need another win!
What the fuck is this?
Bloomin' Molly's looking good for the fifth.
Consider Neal Caffee's debt paid in full.
Don't take his action again.
If I got promoted at work,
it would mean more money and we could finally get a house.
Oh, Maeve, fancy meetin' you here.
Where else you gonna meet me? I live here.
- Hey, Mary Kate. - Hi, Maeve.
What's for dinner?
I'm making a casserole for the meeting tonight.
What meeting?
You know-- the organizational meeting at Sheila's.
I was supposed to be organizing the meeting.
I guess Sheila just thought you weren't interested.
But you should definitely come. You, too, Mary Kate.
To tell you the truth, I don't have the time
to sit with a bunch of biddies having a blab-fest
- when nothing is going to come of it. - Yeah. You're probably right.
I am right. Well... see you later.
At church, I hope.
When was the last time you saw me in church?
I'm sure Sheila just thought
it would be uncomfortable for you because of Michael.
You know, being in that line of work and all.
How dare you.
How dare you suggest
that my son had anything to do with those orientals
killing each other.
That maeve. Jesus.
Everyone knows her husband's been having an affair
with Conor O'Brien for years. What does she know about anything?
- She's just trying to be nice. - Nice? You heard what she was saying.
You should have stood up for your brother.
- Ma. - Listen to me. Family is the only thing
that we have in this world.
Now, Michael has been very good to you and Jimmy.
You owe him.
Hello?
- Michael? - Coming!
- What are you doing here? - I work here.
You what?
Does your mother know?
- Get your things. - But I have to watch the register.
Get your things.
- Are you here on your own? - Pete's usually here.
- I don't know where he is. - All right, that's it.
- Come on. You're coming with me. - But--
I can't leave the shop empty.
I'm responsible. What if somebody tries to break in?
Then they can rob it and they can burn it to the ground.
You know, I can't believe you lied to me
- and you lied to your mother. - I didn't lie.
Nobody ever asked me what I was doing. Nobody ever asked me.
Yeah? What are you thinking, huh? Huh?!
- We need money, so I got a job. - Your job, miss, is staying in school,
keeping your grades up, and helping your mother run the house.
It is not keeping secrets from us.
- No secrets? - No secrets!
Then how come mom gets to have secrets?
What are you talking about?
Nothing.
No, now that you've shot your mouth off,
why don't you finish your thought?
- Your debt to Palermo's paid off. - I knew you'd come through, Mikey.
You were always my favorite. You know, that brother of yours--
Shut your mouth. I'm not finished.
I also paid off the loan to the bank. Sign this...
And you'll get your cash.
You know, son, looking at you is like looking in a mirror.
No. I'm nothing like you.
Now sign the fuckin' papers.
Sign, little man, or I swear before God
you will disappear from the face of the earth.
I want you to understand something. Tommy's made something of himself,
and I'm not gonna let you drag him down.
You being here, your very existence... Is a threat to him.
So you're gonna leave. You're gonna go far, far away.
If you even contact him, or any member of my family again...
You'll see just how much like you I can be...
Dad.
Mikey.
- Terry. - Michael.
He came in here, he was talking shit,
he was throwin' stuff around. He's a mess.
- You let him fuckin' drink? - Michael, how am I gonna stop him?
How am I gonna stop him? He was gonna kill me.
Oh, fuck. Mike. Mike!
- Get up. - What are you doin', Mike?
- Get up! - Mike, I feel like shit.
Wait a minute. What are you doing?
Oh, Mike, what the fuck?
- That's not funny, Mike. - I'm not in a funny mood.
What did I tell you? What did I fuckin' tell you?
If you drank, you'd fuck up and I'd put a bullet in you.
You're a liability.
Don't disappoint me again. I won't miss.
You're home early.
I'm gonna be direct with you,
and I'd appreciate it if you'd be honest in return.
- Of course. - Are you using drugs?
No. I told you I'm not.
Mary Rose said she found a joint in your coat pocket.
- What? - She was looking for money,
and she found a joint in your coat pocket.
This has gone too far. Mary Rose hates me, Tommy.
Maybe this is normal teenager stuff. My mother and I fought plenty,
but I never tired to hurt her like this.
- Ok, so you're saying she's lying? - Of course she's lying.
Mary Rose!
- What are you doing? - Mary Rose, get down here right now!
- Don't do this to her. - Why? If she's lying, she's lying.
- What? - Right here.
Your mother says there was no joint. That you made it up.
- Whatever. - What's that supposed to mean?
All right, that's it. You're grounded.
You don't leave this house except for church,
school, and band practice. You go to your room.
Don't.
Hello. What?
Slow down. Slow down.
Where are you? Just--just stay there.
Just be right there.
Wait. Where you going?
- Out. - Out where?
- You going out? - Yeah. Just poppin' over to Tommy's.
- Hmm. Give him my best. - Will do.
What's eating you?
You try standing on your feet 8 hours a day
selling people crap they don't need.
Yeah, well, if it wasn't you, it'd be somebody else.
- How's business, Michael? - Good. Yeah, the bar's making money.
Even brink's is starting to break even.
I think people appreciate a fair price, you know?
- You make a living at that? - Depends what you call a living.
I, for one, live with my mother, so I feel like a king.
Don't you patronize me.
I may walk around acting deaf, dumb, and blind,
but that's just what is it: an act. I'm not a fool.
I know what you do, and I don't approve.
I'm not even included in things because of you.
Sheila Watson runs when she sees me coming up the street.
I can't take this anymore. It shames me.
Don't, ma. Ma...
Shh.
I love you, you know.
Are you ok?
There's an A.A. meeting at St. George's at 9:00.
Hey.
- Where is everyone? - I don't know.
- Drunk? - No.
Good.
He gave us both to Jean, you know.
So he signed the quitclaim.
He won't bother us again.
Is that all you have to say?
- What? - I stopped by Brink's today.
Found my daughter coming out of your storeroom
with a box of cigarettes.
So?
She's a hard worker. Got a great head for figures.
She's my kid. She's mine.
But you don't understand that what you did is so unacceptable--
She's a lot better off working for me
than she would be doing something else. Trust me.
I know she's your kid. Just looking after her.
- Just stay away from my family. - Tommy...
Mm. No, no, Mike. Want to know the truth?
I wish you'd never come back.
Great.
- The meeting starts at 9:00? - You can come with me.
I can't. It's too public.
- I gotta think about Tommy. - It's anonymous.
I feel like I'm gonna die.
You're not gonna die.
I'm sorry about before... At the house.
I have some coke.
Oh...