- Put it down! - Drop the gun!
Put the goddamn gun down right fucking now!
Easy, fellas. And I'm alone.
- He's gone. - Who the fuck are you?
My name is Eunice Bloom. And I'm your new guardian angel.
The torch was passed to me by a mutual friend.
A mutual friend? By the name of fucking who?
Paul Maximillian fucking Smecker.
We heard. He was a good man.
- Aye. You have our condolences. - And you mine.
Well, I'm glad everybody... Who the fuck was that guy?
That, I suspect, was the shooter you boys have been looking for.
Who the fuck is this broad? What the fuck is going on here?
Let's speed this up before your new sidekick's gotta dig any deeper
into his impressive vocabulary.
- Oh, no, you didn't! - Oh, yes I did.
I am an FBI agent controlling this investigation from within
in order to ensure that you gentlemen never see the inside of a prison cell.
Now, I am conspiring to do this with three like-minded individuals
who have aided you in the past.
Though I have yet to inform them of my agenda because,
well, a girl's gotta have her fun.
- Dolly, Duffy and Greenly? - The very same.
How are the lads doing?
Two of them are scared. One's just horny.
- Bet you I can tell you which one. - Bet you can't. Let's save it for group.
- Right now we've got a big problem. - What's that, then?
This simply won't do.
Here's how it all went down.
A secret gathering of the brugliones. Topic of discussion...
Yakavetta's lost control of the streets. They're fighting over his throne.
This was not the work of the Saints.
Interpol came through.
You were right. 5'5". Gotta be the shooter.
That ain't all. Short stuff's work visa was signed by a sponsor that doesn't exist.
Look at the date. Two months after 9l11.
What? I don't get it.
Someone maneuvered it through the system using false information
during the highest alert in US history.
Yakavetta's just a gangster. He ain't got the juice to do that.
You're darn tooting, he don't.
Irregardless, INS red-flagged it like a motherfucker. It's a shit storm.
Something stinks like a pig's ass in summertime.
Come on. We've got someplace to be.
It's, like, 2:00 am. There's nothing open now.
It's after hours. I mean, if you want a drink...
Thirty-seven bodies later, and we're finally back where it all began.
You boys ever heard of the Southern expression,
"We have an elephant in the living room?" Hope you fellows brought some peanuts.
What is this? What is this?
Who the fuck are you? You're either vice or IAD. You're IAD, aren't you?
Okay, come on, fucking arrest us! Arrest us! I'm ready! Come on out!
Hands above your head!
Stop it! God damn it!
You don't write! You don't fucking call!
- You should be ashamed of yourselves! - Get the fuck out of here!
You knew all along?
- Not keeping in touch with your old friends! - Fucking bitch!
- Shame on you! - You're beautiful, babe!
Thank you! Thank you!
- This is the fellow? - That's the fellow.
He's a Sicilian immigrant, name of Ottilio Panza.
He'll be front-page news in the morning,
but we have to assume that Yakavetta already knows we've ID'd his guy.
Can't give him time to plan-B us.
We're hitting him in 48 hours. That fast enough for you?
- Should be. Where is it gonna happen? - The Pru.
The Prudential? What are you, cracked?
Why don't you just do it on center ice at a fucking Bruins game?
That's where the man is, so that's where we're going.
- No guts, no glory, green beans. - In fact, we could use a few extra hands.
That is, if you boys can still get your Irish on.
Hey, I got balls for days, pally. I'm a fucking sack-o-matic.
Yeah. He's a sack-o-matic.
- We're in. - We're in.
All right, you boys have fun. Connor, Murphy, escort a lady to the door.
You sure you don't want to hear the plan? I'm not one to sit here and brag, but...
- Jesus. ...this one's really Picasso. Shut your hole.
No, I want to critique your masterpiece with fresh eyes.
Besides, school night.
- Got some homework to do. - What's the matter?
Panza knew you guys were in there tonight and he just let it happen.
I mean, if he's working for Yakavetta,
why would he just stand by and watch all his men get taken out?
What, you think maybe we've got another fox in the henhouse, then?
It's starting to look that way. Somebody pushed that visa through.
We could have ourselves a genuine Ghost and the Darkness here.
They still live.
What if he does not come? What if...
He will come.
Either that wily old man is not as clever as we thought
or he played me from the git.
You think he played me?
We got a mutiny on our hands.
Every 10-cent wannabe with a gun is moving on us all over town!
And our fearless leader hasn't even come out of his pussy room yet!
Capo fucking regime!
I want each one of you to call your top button man,
the best that you have.
'Cause we are going to rip this city a new asshole.
Starting tonight,
we reconnoiter our strength on the streets.
Starting now,
we seize the day.
Law enforcement has classified the Italian immigrant Ottilio Panza
as its prime suspect in the murder of the beloved local cleric.
An all-points bulletin has been issued, and it appears, at least for the time being,
the Saints have been cleared as suspects in the priest's killing.
Foolish, arrogant boy!
Expanded my operations since I saw you last.
Word got out who may or may not have outfitted you.
Turns out you got quite the underground following.
Please, gentlemen. Preferred customers select from my private reserve.
If I may make a suggestion.
I feel like that kid who found the golden ticket in that candy bar
in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
- Charlie. - Yeah, Charlie.
And I want an Oompa Loompa now, Daddy, now.
I'll take these.
- Have you been crying again? - Yeah! Tears of joy.
Those are queer. How much?
Oh, no, no, no, no. You boys are on the house.
- Obliged. - Well, let's see.
- What? - Nothing.
- What, are you saying I look gay? - No, you just hail from a colorful...
Hey, you don't know me. Do these make me look gay?
You look like you might have seen one up close.
On a sultry Saturday in September, the Saints saved 17 souls.
Try saying that five times fast.
Nothing to be afraid of. It's all over.
Fucking pussy. He won't come out.
Special Agent Bloom!
You are hereby relieved of all obligation to this investigation.
And as of now, you will all report to me. Special Agent John Kuntsler.
So, how you doing, Bloomy?
Just fine, Kunty.
- You are suspended. - Fine. But I'm gonna take a crack at it first.
They gained access somehow through one of the service entrances.
- What? - Nothing.
- What is the matter with you? - Nothing!
This is just some heavy shit, that's all. I'm just...
I'm just having a period of adjustment.
You're about to have a period of getting your ass beat!
This is you. Fucking be on time.
You ready for this shit, my dear brother?
Let's do some gratuitous violence.
Meet! Front and center!
Make way.
Each one of you
is to stick to the guy who called you like stink on quim.
Pick your own crews.
You arm yourself to the teeth.
And when these Bible-banging psychos make their attempt,
it is your job to blow their soulless hearts right out of their bodies.
Okay, here's the situation, Lloyd.
Me and a couple of friends of mine are fitting to do some killing here tonight.
I'm talking bullets, blood, custom wholesale slaughter.
You follow me, Lloyd-o?
Good. Now, I've run into a little snag. You see, I'm trying to figure out a tag line.
You know, something cool to say when it's all over,
like, "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
Or, "I'll be back." But mine, you know? I've gotta own this thing.
It's creative! It happened to be a creative plan!
Fucking ridiculous! Probably based on some stupid shit you saw in a movie!
And here I am again, all tying myself up with fucking rope!
What's the deal with you and the fucking rope? Honestly!
It happened to be a very useful thing, so shut it!
You didn't get this from a movie, did you?
- The Eiger Sanction with Clint Eastwood. - Fuck!
- And it worked like a charm for him! - I fucking knew!
Now I'm gonna take the gag off, nice and slow so it doesn't hurt.
I know, I know. I know, I know.
This fucking hurts this way.
Fuck! Fuck...
Fuck!
- I know, I know, I know! - I can't believe you, man! I'm a janitor.
What do I know about guns and bullets and shit, man?
- Well, then, just... - No! I don't care what you're doing here
with your fucking friends. It's none of my business.
- I'm just... - I have a wife and a family and kids.
Actually, they're not even my kids, right? I'm taking care of some other asshole's kids
- on a fucking janitor's salary! - I'm not riffing, Lloyd!
Now, I need an hasta la vista line, toute fucking suite
and you're gonna help me think of one.
- What the fuck did you do? - I don't know, it just stopped.
- Well, fucking get it going again! - It won't turn back on! It just died!
- Shit! - Fucking thing! Come on!
Come on! Come on, you piece of shit!
Starting tonight, each one of you limp-dick fucking slobs is back out on the street
earning your daily bread.
- Come on, come on! No! - Shut the fuck up! Shut up!
- Okay, what about, "Take that, you suckers"? - No, that's not cool enough, man.
- How much time? How much fucking time? - Sixty seconds!
- No, we gotta go right now! Right now! - No fucking way!
What are you talking about?
If we're even a few seconds late, Romeo's dead.
You'd better all dust off your ball bats! You'd better find your inner gangster!
- "Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!" - That's too sacrilegious.
- All right, we've got about 13 floors. - Eleven more, ball park it!
It's about 15 per floor, we need... 165!
- Dude, wait! - Count it up in fives!
- Five, 10, 15, 20... - This is retarded!
- Fucking Eiger Sanction! - Shut it and concentrate! 25...
'Cause you got to break bones! You've got to crush skulls!
You gotta do what you gotta do!
You're gonna need those.
You shoot everybody in there,
and then you're like, "Yo, eat it! Eat it!"
- What, are we at a fucking buffet now? - Fuck.
You guys can't do this! Are you fucking crazy?
- Time! - Jesus Christ. Seven seconds!
- Holy shit! - Six,
- five, four... - It's time.
...three, two...
One thing has always amazed me. How quiet it gets. You ever noticed that?
It's hard to imagine that just a few hours ago
it was the goddamn O.K. Corral in here.
We're gonna have ourselves a good old-fashioned shoot-'em-up!
And shepherds we shall 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.
Who ordered the whup-ass fajitas?
- That's fucking stupid! - It's completely retarded!
Was that the best you could do?
I just...
I couldn't...
Broke down the door, didn't you?
Ding-dong, motherfucker, ding-dong!
- Fucking A. - You said it.
And that, gentlemen, is the sound of the fat lady singing.
- Should we clap or something? - Shut up.
- Hey, hey! - Hey!
You hurt her, you piece of shit, I'll kill you!
She's not on there! There's nothing on there!
Get a hostage negotiator down here, you fucking wad!
Get off me! What is your fucking problem?
He could be in there all touching her and shit.
Fuck! Come on!
Look, I was listening to you out there. And that's, like, exactly what happened.
And that's what made me think you were the person to talk to.
So, Yakavetta had a partner?
Everybody gave Concezio props for building the family back up.
"He's such a genius." What bullshit. It was the Old Man all along.
- Old Man? - Yeah, that's what he called him.
For the last three years, every play we made came straight from him.
Teaming up with the Chinese,
keeping the feud going between Southie and the North End, everything.
Concezio worshipped the Old Man like some kind of fucking Mafia oracle.
I have no idea what his real name is, though. Concezio always called him the Old Man.
Think. I mean, did he ever use a surname or a nickname or something?
- One time. - Well, what was it?
He called him the Roman.
That's just weird. The Roman?
What do you think it means?
- Feels like our ghost to me. - Well, what's the plan?
'Cause the brothers ain't going nowhere until we get Panza or they do.
Sack-o-matic, I said!
- I've got nothing. - One in the hole.
Fuck you! One, two, three!
- Boys! Boys! - Put them down! Throw them over.
I'll kill the old man! Throw them over!
Brothers, huh? We gonna have us some fun.
So, which one first? Which one do you love more?
This one?
Doc! Call a fucking ambulance right now!
You.
Where's the Old Man?
Never.
- Just hold on, man. - Help's on the way, hang in there!
Boys, it's over.
It's okay. Proudest day of my life.
- Da! - Easy, boys.
Jesus fucking Christ!
I'm gonna blow this motherfucker's brains out right now!
Connor!
Son, Daddy's working.
What the fuck you talking about?
Where is he?
No matter how this turns out, you fucking die today!
Believe it, motherfucker.
Where is the Old Man?
No!
Make me famous.
Where?
Where is he?
- You look good, Roc. - You two don't.
- Yeah, we had a friend... - I know.
He was a big boy.
If it weren't for us, maybe the two of you would...
Would what? Would never have stood for anything?
What are you talking about, Roc?
I made my decision and stood next to you. And it was an honor.
And I wouldn't change that for the whole world. Not one minute of it.
Now, sláinte.
You know, he was sort of a bad-ass, though, wasn't he?
Shades of Eastwood.
Charlie Bronson.
Duke fucking Wayne!
- Duke fucking Wayne! - Duke fucking Wayne!
Men build things. Then we die.
It's in our fucking DNA! That's what we do!
- And when it all falls down... - We build it right back up again.
- But this time bigger. Better! - Look! Look what we can do.
Look how fucking beautiful we are.
You think the men that built all this had it easy?
- Hard men! - Doing hard shit!
And that gives me a hard-on!
- But not in a gay way or anything. - No, no, course not.
Yeah, goes without saying.
I am so sick of this self-help, 12-step,
leftover hippie generation bullshit!
Now they don't want you to do anything, right? Just sit there! Don't drink...
Don't smoke! Don't drive fast!
Kiss my ass!
Fuck it, do it all, I say!
You think Duke Wayne spent all his time
talking about his feelings with a fucking therapist?
There's no fucking way he did!
John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass!
Now that's a man! Real men hide their feelings. Why?
Because it's none of your fucking business!
Men do not cry, men do not pout, men jack you in the fucking jaw and say...
Thanks for coming out.
I am so sorry, boys. This was all my fault.
There's a few things your dad needs to tell youse.
Come on, kid, it's good for you, it's good for us.
We'll take you right out the back of this place.
- Easy, Noah. - They'll never touch you.
What, are you stupid or something?
Noah, mio amico. No more of this!
I can't stop.
Okay, we think of something, eh?
We think of something.
Noah, look.
We got something for you.
My friend...
Bonnavese is always with two men. Both of them, La Cosa Nostra, many years.
That's how it went for years.
Louie would do all the planning and I would do the other.
Jesus.
How'd you end up inside, Da?
Back in '75 I did a piece of work.
I come out and the police was waiting for me.
He set me up. Twenty-five to life.
- Why did he set you up? - I can't wait to ask him.
Why didn't you flip on him, Da? The guy fucked you.
He had learned of the birth of my sons.
Hello, my old friend.
Many years.
Are you in need?
I am making marinara and alas...
...I have run out of tomatoes.
To help an old friend...
...how many can you spare?
Don't worry.
You are in luck.
I am in good supply of tomatoes.
Agent Kuntsler, you gotta see this. We just found...
It's Bloom. She just back-doored this info from Fed archives.
Jesus Christ, she's gone rogue!
- Get an APB on her! - John!
- I want that crazy bitch grabbed up now! - John, think about this!
Jimmy!
What the fuck are you doing?
Who the fuck is this?
He's in York, Maine. About an hour from here. But he's off the grid.
Logged on to an FBI database to get the info.
Only a matter of time before they flag it.
Better get a move on or they'll get there before you do.
Will they know it's you?
Yeah.
Will you be all right, dear?
I hear Costa Rica's nice.
I never thought I'd ask this of another human being, but please, kill this man.
Kill this man.
Hello, Louie.
Noah.
We haven't much time.
My garden is...
She's beautiful, no?
But I forget, your eyes are blind to beauty.
You are...
You are a destroyer, Noah.
You know my reasons.
But do you?
You think it's... You think it's for your father.
No. You were born a killer.
Death, la morte, it is in the blood.
- No. - No.
This is bullshit. We should go now.
It's only one fucking guy.
Explain these.
You were not there to raise them.
Not one single day.
But how closely they followed their father's footsteps.
They got your blood, Noah, tua rabbia.
Your anger.
And you? What are you?
I am a creator.
You see,
we were opposed.
As old as la storia di frog and...
Scorpion.
Remember, not a scratch on the Old Man.
Copy that. Waiting for the signal.
What the fuck is this place? It gives me the creeps.
Why did you sell me out, Louie?
You can never understand.
Twenty-five years.
- Try me. - They were building something.
- They? - They were creating something. An empire.
- They? - I was helping them!
I used you, Noah,
to destroy their competition, to cut out their cancers.
I earned my place among them.
Is this your place amongst them? Because all I see
is an old man in a broke-down palace,
sitting in a garden.
The scorpion and the frog
both lose everything.
See, without you, I was no longer useful to them.
They cast me out!
My old man used to tell me about a place like this.
Back in the woods, he said that there's this guy...
Why the priest, Louie?
Why all this? Why now?
Because I knew it would bring you and your sons.
You will destroy the Yakavettas for me. Clear my way.
And this time, I will take what is mine. Just...
Just a little piccolo pezzo.
For my old age.
After all, I have never been a greedy man.
Beyond the River, done by Anthony and Harrison, Edison Records.
Connor!
Murph!
Take me to him! Take me to him now!
I'll see you in a minute, Louie.
No, Da! No, please!
God, no!
Look! Look, boys.
It's so beautiful.
- It's a beautiful day. - No.
It is, Da. It is.
It is beautiful, Da.
Aye, it is, Da.
And they that holdest my name
shall come with the shaking of the earth
and the roiling of the oceans.
It's a non-extradition country. Passport under your name.
Money, contacts and a map to your final destination.
- Which is? - The monastery at Saint Escazú.
A monastery?
Monasteries enjoy the protection of the Holy See.
They're not even subject to local laws, searches, et cetera.
A sanctuary within a sanctuary.
He's going to take you by boat to a private airstrip down the shore,
where we have arranged for your travel. Off the books, of course.
Father, I ain't one to look a gift horse,
but you still haven't told me how you're involved in all this.
And second, I need to disappear,
you show up with plans and paperwork in hand.
It's like you knew before I did.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear.
We wanted you to know that you're not alone.
- We have many resources. - You keep saying "we." Now, who's "we"?
You ready to go?
I hear they party pretty hard at that monastery.
I'm not sure I'm in love with that new look there, Betty Boop.
- I attended your funeral, you son of a bitch! - I know. Loved your shoes.
The skirt was a little risqué for a funeral, but, hey,
who am I to begrudge someone their sense of individuality?
- What is this? - Keep it down.
You don't wanna scare away my little fishies.
Fuck your fish! What the hell is going on here?
You are exposed, young lady!
You're a very clever little girl, Eunice. That's why I chose you.
Now it's time for you to put your thinking cap on.
We got all the financial backing and protection
of the biggest corporation in the world.
And two CEOs worthy of the public trust.
Now, what do you think is going on here?
You wanna get them out.
I want to get them out, get them back to work,
take this thing to a whole new level.
Where're they being held?
Set them free! Set them free! Set them free! Set them free!
Set them free! Set them free! Set them free!
The Hoag ain't just any prison.
Wrong. That's exactly what it is, just a prison.
Run by men. Men, as we both know, are fallible.
Well, whatever we do, we gotta do it quick. Those boys aren't safe in there.
Oh, I don't know.
A little birdie tells me they're gonna be just fine.