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Let me ask you something. How much does this guy owe?
A couple a hundred.
A couple a hundred?
That's what you brought me down here for?
Hey, this cocksucker told Moran to go fuck himself.
- No one tells my cousin to go fuck himself. - I guess not.
Thinks he's a tough guy because he's the son of John Sullivan.
He thinks he can go and do and say whatever he wants.
Thinks Whitey Smith and those old-timers
are going to protect him again.
- Not tonight. - I just want you to promise me one thing.
I'm the one who gets to put the bullet in this guy's head.
You mean to tell me this guy's old man is the John Sullivan?
And they're all right with this?
- What they don't know, they ain't ever gonna know.
I got it, kid. It's for me.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay, I got it. Her, too?
Okay.
It's all set. He's there now.
All right, let's go.
I got to take a piss.
Me too.
We've been here a couple of hours now... now you guys got to piss.
I'm with you.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I've done a terrible thing.
Give me a hand here.
Hey, Murph.
Did you see the Johnny Carson show last night?
No, no, I missed it. Who was on?
- Dolly Parton. - Ohh.
Fuckin' a.
Hospitalization, you retard!
He's got his own show.
- Morning, gents. - Hey, Francis.
Murph was late again.
What's up, Murph?
I see you've been to mass already, huh?
Yeah, 6:30. You getting your ashes today?
Yeah, yeah. I got to take Grace
and the kid to the 10:00.
Father Mahoney was looking for you this morning after mass.
Said he had something to ask you.
Said it was important.
Did he say what it was about?
Nope.
- Morning, lads! - Whitey.
- Francis. - Whitey.
A word with you?
Murph, give the lads the usual.
Whitey, thanks.
Sit down.
What brings you in here so bright and early these morning?
We've got a problem, Francis.
- What kind of problem is that? - You don't know?
No, I paid Brian Murphy everything I owe him already.
I don't give a shit about Brian Murphy.
I got a phone call last night.
Fascinating phone call as a matter of fact.
- Do you know what it was about? - I haven't a clue.
Well, someone thinks that your brother is back in the neighborhood.
- What brother could that be? - What brother could that be...
the only fucking brother you've got, wise ass.
Well, that's what I'm saying.
You and I both know that's impossible,
seeing as Sean's dead.
Some people think so, and other people don't think so.
Well, who's not thinking so all of a sudden?
The same fucking people
who wanted him dead in the first place.
Do you know anything about this?
No, I don't know anything.
Don't fuck with me.
Maggie Shea says she saw him over
at Red Kelly's on the Avenue last night.
Now you're going to go over there
and check that out later, right?
Yeah, yeah, I'll go check it out after mass.
Good. Then you'll come by and see me
and let me know what you found out.
Because, Francis, I don't need this kind of trouble right now.
And this neighborhood doesn't need this kind of trouble.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Don't fuck around with me on this one. All right?
- The best, lads. - All right, Whitey.
Everything all right?
Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
Morning, Fran.
Who the hell is it?!
It's your nephew. Open up!
Don't worry, it's me.
I like what you did with the place. It still looks like shit.
Don't start with the bullshit, pal, it's too early.
What the hell are you doing here, anyhow?
You're not thinking of dragging me off to mass, are you?
No, I've got a question for you.
How's your aunt, by the way?
- Did she ask about me? - No. And she's fine.
She never comes by to see me anymore.
Look, she's probably just busy, that's all.
Busy with what? Want some toast?
No, no, I'm fine. What do you want me to say, she likes the suburbs.
What's to like about long island?
Look, I don't know. Maybe she likes the trees and having a backyard.
Backyard my ass. It's disgraceful.
Leaving the neighborhood to the spics and the niggers.
One day there'll be no Irish left here... what will she say then?
You know what? Then she'll be dead.
It sickens me, Francis. It sickens me.
I'll tell her you said so.
But look, I've got something I got to talk to you about.
Whitey Smith came by my place this morning.
Himself?
I don't know why your father ever liked him.
Thought it made him look more legit, I guess...
Whitey Smith and his new suits and phony smile,
off the boat, donkey prick that he is.
Where was he for your father when the feds came after him?
He's always been good to me, you know that.
Helped me out of my toughest jam, right?
That was guilt... guilt for abandoning your father,
letting him die in prison. What was he asking?
He was asking about my brother, Sean.
Asking what?
He heard a rumor that Sean is back in the neighborhood.
What?! The shit-for-brains doesn't know he's dead?
- No, he knows. - He knows.
Why was he asking then?
I was hoping maybe you might know.
What do I know? How a man rises from the dead?
Did they ever find his body?
They found an arm!
Didn't they?! An arm!
Yeah, but not the rest of him.
Sean was never found because by the time
that those animals got through with him,
there was nothing left to find.
Maybe a hand here and an arm there.
But that would be about it! God rest his soul.
What do you think this is about?
I got to go back over to Whitey's
and give him some kind of explanation.
Go tell Whitey that you asked around the neighborhood
and unless his ghost is haunting the streets,
young Sean has not been seen in Hell's Kitchen since 1980.
Right?
Okay.
Hey, Red, how you doing, man?
I'm still here, ain't I?
Good night, last night?
How you doing? What can I do you for?
Here to talk about your brother?
I heard you had a guy in here last night who looked like him?
Looked a lot like him. But, I mean, it wasn't him.
I know what Sean looks like. I grew up with the kid.
So, you have any idea who this guy was?
I never saw him before.
He was just some kid in a black peacoat.
You now, he's off one of the ships...
shore leave, you know.
- You have no idea who he is then? - I have no idea.
All I know it was not your brother. It's ridiculous.
I know, it's weird, 'cause of Whitey coming by my place asking questions.
- I don't know what it's all about. - Don't worry. It's nothing.
- I don't know what Mag is talking about. - What do you mean, Maggie?
Maggie was tending bar... she's the one who talked to him.
- She talked to him? - Yeah.
She swears it was him, but I wouldn't listen to her.
That's interesting. All right.
- All right. - Thanks a lot, man.
- Sure, Francis. - All right.
Whitey, he's here!
All right, come on. Come on, pal.
Francis, have you seen the ghost?
No, Mrs. Diaz, what ghost is that?
Your brother's ghost.
I saw it last night. He was here.
He came and bought some cigarettes
- and then he left. - The ghost did?
- Yes, the ghost. - This ghost have a peacoat on by any chance?
- Yes, like a sailor. - That wasn't a ghost, Mrs. Diaz.
It was just some guy that looked like Sean.
I saw him, too.
It wasn't Sean. It wasn't any ghost, comprende?
He was a ghost from the dead.
I was not the only one who saw him.
Maggie Shea was here and she said that she too saw the ghost.
- Maggie Shea? - Yes.
That figures. Put this on my account.
What the fuck are you doing to me?
- What are you talking about? - Are you doing this to get back at me?
Fran, I've got no need to get back at you.
Then why are you telling anyone who will listen that you saw Sean?
- Because I did see him. - You realize what a fucking sick thing that is to say?
- You think I didn't know what I saw? - What is wrong with you?
You think this is easy on me or Grace or anyone who cared about him?
You go around telling people he's back from the grave.
- It was him and you know it. - No, all I know is he's dead.
Now why don't you let him stay there?
Because it was him. I talked to him.
Did I fucking hurt you that badly?
I hurt you that badly that you got to make up a crazy story like this?
- You didn't fucking hurt me. - You're going to get me killed.
You think about that? Did you fucking think about that?!
Don't put that on me.
I know what you and Father Mahoney did.
What are you talking about, me and Father Mahoney?
You know what I'm talking about.
Do me a favor. When it comes to me and Sean and my business,
keep your fucking mouth shut, all right?
Hey, Fran...
What if I tell people it wasn't true?
Will that make a difference, you think?
Maybe then you could give us another chance.
I can tell people I just made it up.
You're a sick fucking bitch.
Fuck you.
And another thing, you didn't hurt me.
I was the best thing you ever had.
Hey, Mrs. Flanagan, how are you doing?
Fine. Shopping for the Puerto Ricans again?
- Yeah, they're family, right? - So they are.
But I hope you're not getting too close to that girl, though.
Yeah, but I wouldn't worry about that, all right?
Yeah, okay.
You're late.
- Oh, you know, it's good to see you, too. - It's already 20 past 11:00.
The groceries you asked for, don't mention it.
- You're welcome. - Thank you.
- Where's little Sean? - He's at Teresita's this morning.
Let's go, I don't want to be late.
Good morning, Mrs. Quinonez, how are you?
Real friendly house you got here.
Have you been out at all yet today?
No, I've been waiting for you.
Look, I'm sorry. I had some things I had to take care of.
You haven't heard anything kind of weird or kind of funny?
Like what?
Well, apparently there was some guy last night
in Red Kelly's who looked a lot like Sean.
He was just some guy in the Navy having a drink.
But now Maggie Shea is telling everybody
that she thinks it was actually Sean.
Why would she say something like that?
You know, she's a miserable drunk who likes to cause trouble.
I don't know what you ever saw in that girl.
She's nothing but a filthy cochina.
Whatever, I'm just saying if you hear anything about it, that's all it was.
God is gracious and good,
patient and rich in mercy
to those who call on him
with repentant hearts and lives.
Divine mercy is of the utmost importance
and the church calls on us to emplore it during
the entire lenten season with reflection,
with prayer and penance.
Remember, man is dust
and unto dust you shall return.
Dear friends in Christ,
let us ask our Father to bless these ashes,
which we shall use as the mark of our repentance.
Remember thou art dust, and unto dust thou shalt return.
Remember, Grace, thou art dust,
and unto dust thou shalt return.
Remember, Francis, thou art dust
and unto dust thou shalt return.
Remember thou art dust,
and unto dust thou shalt return.
Remember thou art dust,
and unto dust thou shalt return.
- Hello, Grace. - Morning, Father.
Francis Xavier, how are you?
- I'm good I guess. - Are you really?
We need to talk. Meet me in the sacristy in five minutes.
What the hell is going on? Is what I'm hearing true?
- No. Not at all. - Don't lie to me!
- I am in this as well. - Come on, Father.
You think I'm going to lie to you about this?
I'm just as confused as anybody.
Then why is everybody in the parish talking about this?
You know and I know that Maggie Shea is a sloppy lush
whose probably looking to get me in trouble
because I don't want to see her anymore.
You don't think it's any coincidence that she comes up with this bullshit?
Watch your mouth.
You don't think it's any coincidence that she comes up with this
on the three-year anniversary of the shootings?
Okay, I'm sorry.
I just wanted to make sure.
I mean, I don't want to see you caught up in something again.
You've been a good man these last three years
and I don't want to lose you to the other side again.
Don't worry about it. You're not. It's not true.
Hey, Red, give me a whiskey.
- Can I ask you a few questions? - You've got to be kidding me.
Well, your old man would have talked to me.
Yeah, well, look where it got him.
Maggie, sweetheart, come here.
Fuck you, Polack.
I don't care what the rest of them say,
I still think you're a classy girl.
Now, is it true you had a visitor
from beyond the grave last night?
Why would I tell you if I had a visitor from anywhere?
Because if you didn't, I could make your life very difficult.
Do you know anybody over here who talks to cops?
Not many, but a few.
Well, you're not addin' me to your list.
What if I told you that if you told me
there was some truth to this story,
that it would be very helpful to me
in putting Francis Sullivan behind bars for a long time?
- What would you think then? - I think I'd still tell you to go fuck yourself.
Francis Sullivan is a fuck,
and I hope they fucking kill him, but I'm no rat.
Did he hurt you that badly that you'd go
and make up a crazy rumor like this?
First, it ain't no crazy rumor,
and second, he didn't hurt me.
If he wants to fuck his brother's wife, that's his business.
- But he didn't hurt me. - I can see why that might upset you.
Piss off, Polack.
God bless you both.
Thanks for all your help.
Francis Sullivan,
my old friend, how you doing?
- What's up, Moran? - I was hoping you'd tell me.
I got nothing for you. It's a bullshit rumor. He's dead.
I hope you're not lying to me, Fran.
What was that?
I said, I hope you're not lying to me.
Yeah, I got God in my life now, you know.
I don't lie to anybody.
We all know how we feel about what happened at the Blarney Stone, right?
It seems to me like you already evened that score, don't you think?
That's what I was thinking, but now I'm hearing all this crazy stuff.
You seem like a smart guy. I don't know why you're going to believe that kind of crap.
You want to know why I might?
'Cause if your brother was dead,
and you thought I had something to do with it,
I'd have a hard time believing you wouldn't come after me.
I got my own reasons for that, all right?
Oh, yeah, I know. I heard you found God,
and you're on the straight and narrow,
forgive and forget and turn the other cheek
and all that catholic school bullshit.
You know what I think? It's a lot of crap.
You watch your back.
It's not going to be Whitey's neighborhood forever.
I got a feeling Whitey might feel differently about that, you know.
You want to know what?
I don't really give a fuck what Whitey thinks.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Look, it ain't him, all right.
He is dead. It's just some kid who looked like him.
Well, you remember the rumor about the guy
they paid to do the hit was never heard from again.
He was never heard from again because no one knew who he was in the first place.
They brought him in from the West Coast.
Why would they do that?
Let's cut the shit, why didn't Moron,
or Moran as you yank bastards would say,
- just do it himself? - Jesus, you're a stupid fucking Mick.
It's the old way of doing things.
Sean Sullivan was from this fucking neighborhood.
To have someone do the hit from this neighborhood... can't do that.
As long as Whitey Smith runs things around here,
everyone, including Moran, got to play by his rules.
That sounds like a load of bollocks to me.
When someone fucks with you, you take care of it yourself.
Yeah, well, I don't know how they do shit in Ireland,
but this is Hell's Kitchen. And we got fucking rules here.
- Yeah? - You hear this bullshit about Sean Sullivan?
- Yeah, I just heard too. - You find out what the fuck is going on.
- We'll look into it. - Yeah, you fuckin' do that.
I'll call you after.
What the fuck does Big Bear want?
He wants us to go talk to Frannie... see what's up.
Not for nothing. I don't like that guy Francis Sullivan either.
What is your problem with Francis?
He's the nicest guy around here.
- Not like the rest of you freakin' animals. - His face bothers me.
Just relax yourself tough guy.
- Unless you want to get yourself killed. - My ass.
- Don't you know who the father was? - No, who was his father?
- John Sullivan... that name ring a bell? - Haven't a clue.
He controlled the docks over here for 20 years.
He ran this neighborhood. No one fucked with this man, not even the guineas.
He had the whole West Side in his hip pocket and Frannie helped run the whole thing.
Big fucking deal.
Ancient history.
So if him and his kid were such tough guys,
such hard fellas,
why is this Francis working in a shitty little pub now?
Because after they killed his brother, that was it. He went clean.
- I still don't like his face. - Well, you don't need to.
Just make sure he likes yours.
That day will come.
Murph, can I get a beer?
Good thing you're back. I got to talk to you.
What, is everyone telling you they're seeing ghosts?
- You heard. - Yeah. Yeah.
It's just some guy that looks like him, all right?
I wouldn't worry about it.
Okay, but there's this guy here.
Been here all morning.
Reading the paper, drinking tea.
- He say anything? - Not a word.
Got any idea who he is?
- No. - All right.
- I wouldn't worry about it. - Okay.
Hey, Pete, you drunk degenerate.
You still betting the Gray Mares?
You're okay, don't worry about it.
Fran, what number'd you play yesterday?
- Same as always. - Yeah, same as always.
- Now, see that didn't come in. - It never comes in, does it?
Nah, but I was rooting for you.
How's your brother doing?
Hey, Murph...
Take care of this shyster, will you?
Be careful, Paulie.
U.S. currency, Murph.
No Roman coins, Methuselah.
It's all right now, asshole.
You can come out, it's only me.
- Don't call me that. - Oh, don't call you that.
Do you have any fucking idea what you're causing me today?
- What? - Sit the fuck down.
Did you sneak out last night while I was working?
- No. - Don't lie to me, Sean.
I got people all day telling me that they saw you.
That's bullshit. Who saw me?
- So you did go out. - I wanted a drink.
That's real, real fucking smart.
So you go to Red Kelly's? What are you thinking?
This is life and death we're dealing with, and you sneak out for a drink?
Don't talk to me about life and death... it's not like it's you they're going to kill.
Like fuck it isn't! It's me, it's you, it's even Father Mahoney.
And maybe even Grace. You think about that?
If you needed a drink that badly,
- I would have brought you a bottle from downstairs. - I wanted some air.
So why not go out of the neighborhood?
Go downtown where nobody would recognize you.
I figured it was close. It's been three years.
- No one recognized me. - Nobody recognized you?
For a guy that wants to go to college, you're a real moron, you know that?
- You talk to anybody while you were out? - No.
No? Maybe not even Maggie Shea?
Your old girlfriend?
Don't be a wise ass, you little prick. I'm not kidding around here.
All right, I ordered a drink from her.
That's real smart. You talk to anybody else?
- No. - No? Nobody?
- No. - You didn't stop in that deli after that?
- Yeah, so? - So now I got Whitey Smith coming by my place
this morning asking what you're doing back in the neighborhood.
And he's not going to be the last one sniffing around.
- You got me into this in the first place. - I didn't get you into shit.
- I'm not the one who asked you to come back. - That's not what I'm saying.
I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you.
I'd be finishing up college, living with Grace,
thinking about getting out of here and getting a regular job.
But you fucked it up for me, so now you owe me.
So don't fucking give me a hard time, all right?
I don't have a life anymore. I mean, Jesus!
You're not the one with no friends,
living in weird towns where you don't know anybody.
So I went out for a drink.
Big fucking deal. I've been hiding out for three years.
You don't know what that's like.
I don't have anybody. It's worse than being dead.
I just wanted to see the neighborhood again.
See people I knew.
I didn't think anybody would recognize me.
I'm sorry.
Let me do the talking, all right?
All right.
Let's go.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What?! - Fucking tough guy.
Let me handle this, all right?
- All right. - Fucking Mick.
Stupid ass fucking Mick.
Hey, Murph, how you been?
- How are you, James? How's your father? - Good.
He's still slaving away for the sanitation department.
Nothing wrong with an honest living, is there?
No, nothing wrong with that.
We're looking for Francis. Is he here?
- Who's this? - Name's Coleman, John Coleman.
- You heard of me? - Should I?
- It depends, I guess. - On what?
Come on, Murph. You know why we're here.
We just got to talk to him. Is he around?
I'll take a look.
Keep an eye on the register, will you?
Yeah, a lot of good we'll do.
- What the fuck you doing? - I'm having a drink.
Put it down.
When it's free, it's welcome, you bollocks.
Oh Jesus. Go get in the bathroom.
- Yeah, who is it? - Fran, it's Murph, open up.
- What's up? - Few of Moran's guys are here.
- Which ones? - Burke and some other guy I don't know.
They want to talk to you.
All right, tell them I'll be down in a second.
You just had to go out for a drink last night.
- Who was that? - It was Murph.
I got more guys down in the bar asking about your reappearance.
What the hell do you need that for?
Because you don't listen to what you're told.
Lock the door and keep your mouth shut.
Hey, Burke, what can I do for you?
You heard the rumor I guess.
About the Sean look-a-like? Yeah.
Some people don't think it's a look-a-like.
- I'm one of them. - What do you want me to say?
You know he's dead, I know he's dead.
Why, what did Moran say?
He don't fucking believe you.
He wants us to ask around, see what you know.
- Is there something I can help you with, pal? - I fucking doubt that.
You tell Moran, if he needs me, I'm right here.
Poor fella, just like I thought.
- Come on, let's go. - No, no, no.
I want to see what this big faggot's got.
You're going to allow me to call you a queer in your own fucking pub?
- What is wrong with you? Let's go. - Don't worry about it, Burke.
You and I both know what happens to guys like him.
You'll see what I mean, kid. Have a nice fucking life.
Anything I can help you with?
No... just drinking my tea
and reading the paper.
Let me know if I can help you with anything, all right?
- You good and comfortable? - I'm fine.
Good. Good. 'Cause I'm going to end up getting my ass shot off
- 'cause you needed a drink last night. - I should leave.
- Oh, yeah. And go where? - I don't know.
I'll go get Grace. We'll take off.
I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need your help.
Good. Good. Do me a favor...
get the fuck out of here and save me the headaches. Get the fuck out of here.
- I don't want to. - All right, good.
Because from now on, you listen to what I say.
No more sneaking out for late night cocktails.
I already said I was sorry. I didn't know.
Yeah, well, look. You know I'm sorry, too.
'Cause now the neighborhood's not safe for you anymore.
So what are we going to do?
I got a friend who lives out in Brooklyn.
I'll take you out to her house for a couple of days.
We'll hide you there until I figure out how to get you out of town... again.
Just so you know. I'm not leaving without Grace.
Well, just so you know, she doesn't know the truth.
We never told her.
What do you mean? How could you not tell her?
Because the less she knew, the safer you'd be
- and the safer she'd be. - So she thinks I'm dead?
Yeah.
Well, if she thinks I'm dead, then she might have gone with somebody else.
- Has she been with anybody else? - No.
- Well, how can you be sure? - Because I know.
- How do you know? - Don't start with me, all right?
I've got enough bullshit going on right now
without you playing the jealous husband.
- Did you? - Did I what?
Did you fuck her?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
That's your wife you're talking about.
That doesn't answer the question.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
I'm your brother. You don't talk to me like that.
You don't want to answer the question?
No, I don't want to answer the question.
She's your wife and you don't talk
- about her that way, all right? - You didn't do anything?
- You swear. - You know what, Sean, fuck you, pal.
You fucked her, didn't you?!
I'm not going to tell you again.
She's your wife, you don't talk about her that way, you got me?
Yeah.
I'm going to go out for a couple of hours.
Don't leave the fucking apartment.
I'm not leaving without Grace.
You and I both know what Maggie Shea is.
She did not see Sean last night because Sean is dead.
So I have to ask you out of respect for me and my son,
can you please stop telling people
that you think you saw his spirit or whatever?
Thank you very much.
- Pulaski. - Hello, Father.
What can I do for you?
I just got a few questions
I thought you could help me with.
Well, sure. Anything at all.
I'm sure you've heard about the reappearance of Sean Sullivan.
Yes. Some people claim he's risen from the dead.
Or that he was never dead to begin with.
You know that he was responsible
for the deaths of three men here
in your parish three years ago.
Three years ago to the day, in fact.
That's right, it was Ash Wednesday.
And if I remember my catechisms correctly,
the ashes symbolize death,
and remind us of mortality
and our need to repent before this life is over.
- Isn't that right? - Very good.
But remember, the only redemption is with our Lord.
But a lot can happen between now and that final judgment day.
I'm not sure I get your point.
Have you heard anything that might be helpful
in locating young Mr. Sullivan...
if he is, in fact, back from the dead?
No, just the same rumors that you've heard, I'm sure.
However, if he has risen from the dead,
I would like to think he would stop by the church.
It might put me in better standing with the bishop.
Well, if you do hear anything,
please let me know.
As you know, there's a few people out there
who would like to see him dead... again.
Did I do something to make you not trust me, Francis Xavier?
No, what are you talking about, Father?
You're not telling me the truth about Sean.
What are you talking about?
Today is what... Ash Wednesday, right?
The day of penitence, and you're going to lie to a priest.
Francis, how long have I known you?
You think I can't tell when you're full of crap?
Come on, let's go out back.
I didn't tell you 'cause I didn't want you to be involved again.
I made a promise to your mother that I'd always be involved.
You know what? I'm a big boy now.
Not so big that you can't use the help of Jesus.
If Jesus wants to help, that's fine.
I just don't want you involved again.
Who helped you put your life together
when everything went down three years ago?
If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead or in prison right now.
So don't forget who you're talking to here. Now where the hell is Sean?
You know, where he is isn't important right now.
Don't jerk me around. Where is he?!
I've got him in my room upstairs.
That's not the safest place in the world, now is it,
with everybody looking around?
But then again, nobody would think you
were dumb enough to keep him up there.
Does anybody else know he's back?
I don't know. I got a visit from Whitey this morning.
And a couple of Moran's guys came by too.
What in God's name made him come back anyway?
- I thought we made a deal. - So did I.
But he's a 21-year-old kid who's afraid of being alone.
I get a phone call last night saying he's back in town.
What am I supposed to do? He's my brother.
- I got to put him up. - Why is he back?
He came back for Grace... said he wants to take her out west.
- He's ready to settle down. - That complicates things now, doesn't it?
- Does she know he's still alive? - No.
Okay, then you and me, we got to get him out of here again
and we got to do it before tomorrow.
Well, he's not going without her.
Suppose she won't go. What then?
A lot's happened between you two these last three years, hasn't it?
Well, she's his wife. She'll go.
Well, then one of us has to tell her.
You'd probably be a little better at that then me, don't you think?
No.
But I'll do it.
What's going on, Maggie?
- With you and Francis? I don't know, you tell me. - Just answer the question.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Look, Grace, I know everyone says that Sean's dead,
and that we were all at his funeral.
But a guy came in here last night and it was him.
Now either he's back from he dead
or he was never dead to begin with.
So it could have been some guy that looked like him?
It's only been three years.
I would know Sean if I saw him,
- and it was him. - Well, what did he say?
Nothing.
He ordered a drink. And I tried to talk to him,
but he just got up, sat at a table back there,
- finished his drink and left. - I don't care what she says.
I saw him too last night and it wasn't him.
All right? It was just a kid off one of the ships.
Probably on shore leave, that's all.
Look, you've heard the rumors, right?
Hey, zip it, will you?
No, tell me. What rumors?
That it wasn't Sean's arm they found.
That Francis really killed the guy
that they sent to kill Sean.
And that Fran cut him up, and put Sean's watch and ring
on the dead guy's arm and tossed it in the river.
And that he and Father Mahoney got Sean out of town.
- That's not true. - Well, that's the rumor.
- It's not true. He's dead. - Don't be a fool, Grace.
You know how Fran used to be.
Go ask him yourself, or ask Father Mahoney... he's a priest.
He can't lie to you.
- Is it true? - Grace, let me try to explain.
What did I tell you about this guy?
I told you he was no good.
So he's alive. How could you not tell me that?
We did it to protect you and the child.
It was done to keep you safe.
To keep me safe?! You lied to me.
You told me that my husband was dead.
And that I had to move on and raise little Seanie by myself.
How was that okay? He was okay with that?
No. He doesn't know about little Sean.
- Why did he come back? - For you.
After three years he just decides to come back?
I'm just supposed to run off with him?
Where has he been all this time?
It wasn't safe for him before this. It still isn't.
And now it isn't safe for you or the kid, either.
Why?
Because if certain people find out he's alive,
they're going to come looking for him.
And the first place they'll probably look is right here.
So I think it's very important that we get you
- and little Sean out of the city tonight. - Tonight?
That's what he wants, if that's what you want.
- Where are we going to go? - Wherever you want.
- Where's little Sean now? - He's at Theresa's house.
He's playing with little Tony. He should be back in an hour.
Regardless of what you decide,
you better go get him right now and bring him over to the church.
You'll both be safer there until we can figure out what to do.
- Look, Grace, I'm sorry... - Don't.
No, I am, I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything else.
Where've you been? He's been waiting for you.
Hey, Fran, how's it going?
- What did you find out? - It's nothing.
Just Maggie Shea and her big mouth.
There was some guy last night in the bar, he kind of looks like Sean.
And now she's going around telling crazy stories.
Why would she manufacture a story like that?
I don't know. She's a bitter woman, I guess.
- So he's not back? - No.
I hope not.
This could cause me a lot of unnecessary turmoil.
Now I helped you and your brother,
because I owed it to your father.
But we had a fucking deal.
Your brother was to never show his face
in the neighborhood ever again.
Now, who else knows he's still alive?
Same as always. Me, you, Father Mahoney.
- The wife doesn't know? - No.
I don't want a war with that little prick, Moran.
But if your brother is back in the neighborhood,
I'll have to look the other way, do you understand?
Because as your father said,
"the wages of sin must be paid."
Get out of here.
Here he comes now.
Well, Paulie, you sure about this?
I'm just telling you what I heard.
It's the word up on the Avenue.
Your Uncle said you just got out of the service.
Yeah, Marine Corps.
And this is what you want to do?
- You cross this line, you don't go back. - Hey, come on.
This guy Sullivan killed my brother Vinny.
I want revenge.
All right.
Where can the kid find this Irish prick?
I'll take him by the bar right now.
See that bar in the middle of the block?
That's his Gin Mill, it's a shit hole.
He's got the apartment upstairs. They should be up there.
But if he's not, you go downstairs, you talk to Murph.
Murph's the bartender. He should know where he is.
What's this guy Sean supposed to look like?
He's a chink about six foot five
- with flaming red hair... - What's the guy supposed to look like?
I haven't seen him in three years.
He should be a walking compost heap
- with worms coming out... - What did they say he looks like?
All right, the word is he's wearing a peacoat and a knit cap.
- Like a sailor? - Like a seaman, exactly.
Trust me, these kids ain't no seaman.
His brother Francis and his friends,
they're like psychotic cowboys.
Rile them up, it's like John Wayne on acid.
So watch yourself.
How are you planning on handling this anyway?
Don't worry about it.
I ain't worried.
Semper fidelis.
How'd she take it when you told her?
She was angry. She was confused. What do you expect?
You think maybe I should go over there
and try to explain things to her?
Francis, as long as it's the last time,
and you both understand that.
Well, what do we do with Sean?
Well, it's really not that complicated.
We just got to make sure nobody else sees him.
Then we get the three of them out of town
as quick as possible and that will be the end of it.
You have someplace you could hide Sean?
I was going to take him out to a friend's in Brooklyn.
- I'll take him there. - All right, that's good.
But you know what will happen if they see him?
- Yeah, they'll kill him. - And then kill you.
So you better be very careful.
Are you kidding me?
I don't even want to fucking see you.
- You son of a bitch. How could you not tell me?! - Hey, calm yourself down.
Don't tell me to calm down. Do not tell me to calm down.
You lied to me. You lied to me this morning!
I did it to protect you, all right?
Same reason I didn't tell Sean anything.
I did it to protect you.
And what did you tell him? 'Cause I know you didn't tell him...
the same thing you're going to tell him.
- What? - Nothing.
How am I supposed to face him?
Did you even think about that?
Hey.
All right, look.
Come on, we were there for one another
during the tough times to help each other out.
There's nothing wrong... there's nothing wrong with that. It was okay.
What's so okay about it? I fell in love with you.
That is not okay, Francis.
Well, you know what?
That doesn't matter anymore, all right? It doesn't matter.
What matters now is that Sean is back. He's your husband.
And he's the father of your son.
That's all there is to it.
That's all there is to it, and you have to go back with him and you know it.
What am I supposed to tell him?
Nothing.
There's nothing to discuss.
What we had together is just for us.
That means nobody can ever know.
That means Sean can never know,
that means you and I go to the grave with it.
- All right? - How could you not tell me he was alive?
Look, I meant to a thousand times.
I just... I didn't know how.
I'm so disappointed in you.
Well, look...
What are you going to do?
- Are you going to go with him or not?
You know what?
You were no good when I met you,
and you're still no good.
It's time to go.
What the hell you doing? You wear that last night?
- Yeah. - Put something else on.
I don't want to take a chance anyone's going to recognize you.
Put your hood on, too.
All right, come on, let's go.
What do you need, a formal invitation? Get in the car.
Let's go. This is the place.
Ah, come on.
Fucking girl said she'd be home by now.
What, you don't have a key?
No, I don't have a fucking key.
Fuck. All right, come on.
We'll wait in the car.
- Ah, detective Pulaski. - Whitey.
- The usual? - Oh, no.
Your man has already taken care of me.
Then I assume you're here to talk to me about
the supposed reappearance of Sean Sullivan.
Amazing, isn't it?
Fucking guy picked a religious holiday
to rise up from the dead.
Well, those Sullivans were always good catholics.
Few folks around here might disagree with you there.
- But never to my face. - I've come by for one reason.
I don't want to see anymore bloodshed in this neighborhood.
And if we can do something to prevent that, I'd like to.
Well, as the poet said,
"you're overflowing with excreta."
There's nothing you'd like better than to see
the blood of the last Sullivan flow into the Hudson.
That has nothing to do with it.
I'm just not a big fan of murdering scumbags.
I like to see them behind bars.
The only bars I want to see the Sullivan's behind are mine.
Young Sullivan is well dead.
And I know that for a fact.
So how long have you owned that bar?
Couple of years now.
What else do you do?
What do you mean, what else do I do?
I'm there seven nights a week.
What, you don't do anything else?
What, you got a problem with that?
I'm just saying that you used to have a lot
of other stuff going on. King of the neighborhood.
Look, Sean, I wasn't the king of shit.
Yeah, you were. Everybody thought so.
Well, everyone didn't know shit, all right?
Whitey Smith ran the neighborhood.
The old man worked for him.
And I worked for the old man.
The only thing I did was throw away
the first 30 years of my life.
But still, you can still do something with your life now, right?
What, are you fucking judging me now?
I'm not judging you.
I'm just saying, remember when we were kids?
We had all those dreams?
We were going to start that trucking company.
Use dad's connections, drive all across the country.
Meet girls from California. You can still do that.
You're unbelievable.
We've got people chasing us,
looking to kill us and you're talking to me
about trucks and girls from California.
You better get your shit together.
This ain't make-believe here.
- All right. - Yeah, all right.
Excuse me.
Is there something I can do for you, buddy?
- I'm looking for Sean Sullivan. - Sean Sullivan?
Sean's been dead for about three years.
Maybe I can do something else for you.
How about his brother, Francis?
- He's not here. - Not upstairs by any chance?
Like I said, he's not here.
- You got a bathroom? - Want to use the bathroom, buy a drink.
All right, give me a beer.
- It's in the back. - Thanks, pal.
What was mom like when she died?
Well, she was pretty sick.
- What was the funeral like? - It was a funeral.
People were sad.
I can't believe I wasn't there for that.
You ever tell her the truth about what happened to me?
No.
But Father Mahoney did.
And besides she said she already knew.
You know you could never get anything over on mom.
After dealing with the old man for all those years,
nothing we could do would ever surprise her.
How would you figure a sweet woman like mom
ever fell for a guy like dad?
Power is attractive.
And he was a good dancer, remember?
That's what she always used to say.
"If only I had never seen him dance that night,
what a different life I would have."
Oh, yeah, for a psycho, he was pretty impressive.
How come you used to think dad favored me?
- What was all that about? - I don't remember.
What about mom? Who was her favorite?
- You were her favorite, too. - See, I don't think so.
I think they both favored you.
I mean, why else would dad ask you to go to work for him?
He kept talking to me about going away,
going to college. Getting out of the neighborhood.
Because he knew working for him and living that life
was the best that I was ever going to do.
He knew that you were too smart.
He knew that he didn't want you wasting your life
being a fucking asshole like the rest of us.
What's weird was that I wanted to be just like you and dad.
Well, I got news for you, unfortunately now you are.
How do you figure that?
You got to look over your shoulder everywhere you go, don't you?
I don't fucking believe this.
Yeah, I'll call you.
You sure it was him?
I'm not going to say it again. It was him.
Son of a bitch.
I want you two to go find out if this scumbag is still alive.
Personally, I think we're wasting our time.
This is all bullshit. We're making ourselves crazy over nothing.
- She didn't see a thing. - Fuck you!
Shut up!
- Where the fuck could Frannie be hiding him? - I don't know.
We checked all the usual places.
But we're not going to find him, 'cause Sean is fucking dead.
I know a place.
Anytime we got into a fight,
Fran used to go out to Brooklyn to see some slut.
He didn't think I knew, but I knew.
Thinks he's so fucking smart.
I followed him out there one night.
Jesus, she was a fat fucking cow, too.
I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact
that Frannie won't have anything to do with you anymore.
- Fuck you, Jimmy. - No, fuck you, Maggie!
Shut the fuck up! Shut up!
You give these two shitfucks the address.
You go out there,
and if you find something,
you fucking call me.
Where the fuck is this girl already?
Who is this girl, anyhow?
She's just a girl. Don't worry about it.
Is she pretty?
Is she fucking pretty? I don't know.
You know, she's all right. She's no beauty.
- You going to marry her? - No.
She's just a girl I used to hang out with.
- I'm not going to marry her. - Don't you want to have kids?
Didn't we go through this already?
You never told me why you didn't want to have kids.
Chances are, I'm not going to be around that long.
What do you mean you're not going to be around that long?
- Where you going? - Where am I going?
I'm joining the Peace Corps, where do you think I'm going?
You're unbelievable. I swear, when we were kids,
everyone was saying you were the smart one.
I must've been coming off as a real retard.
- You seem smart to me. - I seem smart to you?
Thanks a lot.
Come on, you want to go across the street and get a drink?
- Is it safe? - Yeah, of course, it's safe.
It's only Brooklyn. Come on.
- You're old enough to drink now, right? - Very funny.
Why don't you grab a table in the back?
I'll get a couple of beers.
Hey, buddy, let me get two beers.
Why are you always defending this guy, Sullivan?
'Cause I know Maggie Shea is full of shit.
I've known Fran Sullivan my whole life.
We did our first communion together, confirmation.
In high school we went to work for his old man.
- We even did our time together. - Jesus.
Sounds like you're in love with the guy for fuck's sake.
No... I'm jealous of him.
He got out of this shit.
He's got a life now.
I have a feeling we might take it away from him.
Hey, pal, if you need anything else, let me know.
I was thinking, maybe we could go see mom's grave tonight.
Do you not understand what's going on here?
If these guys find us, they're going to kill us, all right?
We don't have time to go see mom's grave.
Why not? We're already in Brooklyn.
I don't give a fuck... just forget about it.
You want to see mom and talk to her, go to a church and say a prayer.
Why do you have to get so pissed all the time?
Because you keep asking me all this stupid questions
about going to see mom's grave.
You know what's going to happen? You're going to end up seeing her for real.
- You want that? - No.
So what's the plan? How're we gonna get Grace?
All right, as soon as she gets to Father Mahoney's,
he's going to drive her out here.
The two of you take my car, you get out of here.
I don't give a fuck where you go.
- You never come back. - I can't believe this I going to work.
Do you know how much I've missed her?
What does she look like? Is she still beautiful?
Look, I don't know. She's your wife.
I don't look at her that way.
You can still tell me if she's beautiful or not.
Yeah. She's beautiful.
I can't wait to see her.
I've missed her so much, Frannie.
- So you're not gonna go unless she goes with you? - I can't.
All right, then do me a favor...
stop asking me all these stupid questions
about going to see mom's grave,
and I guarantee you I'll get you out of here with her tonight.
I wonder if she doesn't love me anymore.
We were 18 when we got married.
Everything happened and I had to get out.
You know?
It's a long time ago. She was young.
- What if she forgot about me? - She didn't forget about you.
And you're sure there was no one else?
She didn't forget about you.
What if she changes her mind when she sees me, doesn't want to go?
You know what? Then I'm going to be pissed off,
because I'm going to get my ass shot off for nothing.
What kind of a life do you think you're going to have?!
Always on the run, living with criminals!
- He's my husband. I can't abandon him. - He abandoned you!
Say goodbye to grandma.
- I'm glad you came. - He's not here, is he?
- No. - Good.
I have to talk to you.
Certainly, go on in.
- What is it, Grace? - I put my wedding rings back on.
I wasn't going to, but now I don't want to take them off.
And I don't know what that means,
because I feel really terrible.
Father, I'm so confused.
What if when I thought he was dead,
I did some things I wouldn't have done otherwise?
Is it over now?
Yeah.
Then keep it to yourself and get on with the rest of your life.
I'm not sure if I can do that.
I'm really scared. I know he's my husband,
but I don't know if I can go with him.
You don't have to go with him, Grace.
But you should know that Sean won't leave without you.
You have to remember that little Sean is his son, too.
I know it's a difficult decision, a very hard one.
But you have to make one.
Whatever happened to the guy they sent to kill me?
What do you think happened to him?
You killed him.
Look, I just did what I had to do.
What about the arm?
What about it?
You know that was the watch dad gave me that you put on him.
Who gives a fuck? If it wasn't for him,
we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.
- How do you figure that? - If I never went to work for him,
I'd be living a real different life right now and so would you.
What was so bad about working for him? What did you do?
You know every time that I walk out of the bar after work,
my body tenses up?
I keep expecting someone to run up behind me
and put a fucking bullet in my head
because they found out that I killed their brother or killed their father.
Every time I walk around the neighborhood,
I see people that remind me of the terrible shit I did.
You know Mrs. Diaz in the Deli?
I killed her son because he owed Whitey Smith
a couple of thousand dollars.
Red Kelly's father, bill...
me and the old man threw him off a roof on the Avenue
because he ratted on one of the guys in dad's local.
All right, that's the kind of shit I walk around with.
Jesus.
You and dad killed people together.
What did you think, I was helping him with his paper route?
There's a lot of shit that you don't know, Sean.
So do me a favor, stop asking all these fucking questions, please.
Is that his car?
I don't think so.
- All right, should we go up? - Yeah, why don't you go knock?
- I'll wait here. - Jesus, Burke.
Do you know what a Burke is in Ireland?
- No, what's a Burke in Ireland? - It doesn't fucking matter.
- Just get out. - Fuck you, you bollocks.
Hopefully this chick is home by now.
They're right fuckin' there!
Ah, fuck! Come on, let's go!
Hey!
Oh, shit!
Come on, go.
Fuck!
Hold up a second. Hold up!
I think I got him.
Where the fuck are we?
All right, come on. Let's go.
Get in the fucking car, will you?
Burke, what the fuck are you doing standing there?!
Move your hole!
Fucking Jesus!
That motherfuckin' cunt of a fuck shot me!
You just had to come back to town, right?!
You couldn't call or write a fucking letter?!
You fucked up, Sean. You fucked up big time!
Fuck you! I saved your life!
You and your fucking gambling debts!
Did I ever ask you to do anything for me?!
What else was I supposed to do? You're my brother!
They were going to kill you.
I'm the one who gets to put the bullet in this guy's head.
You mean to tell me this guy's old man is the John Sullivan?
They're all right with this?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
I've done a terrible thing.
Well, Francis and I came up with a plan
to get Sean out of town that night.
We got him a fake I.D., we put him on a bus at port authority.
He wound up out in Texas and he's been there ever since.
I don't even know him. How can I run away with him?
- What does the church say? - I don't really know, Grace.
But I do know that Sean did it out of love
and fear for his brother's life.
And he is not a murderer like his father was.
Or in the way that Francis was.
Right.
Why do you keep helping them?
I'll tell you something I never told anyone before.
Maybe it'll help, I don't know.
When I was 20 years old,
I went in the seminary.
And I went in because a priest in my parish
was willing to give me a second chance.
I did a horrible thing.
I was young and foolish, but I thought I was protecting someone that I loved.
And it was a mistake.
But he told me that God would forgive me.
Take little Sean to the rectory
and stay quiet.
Okay.
Oh my God. So now they know.
Look, Francis, you can't bring him here.
I mean, it's not safe. They think of that.
Is there some place that you could take him
just for a few hours until I can figure out what the hell to do?
I'll take him to my Uncle's, but you got to talk to her.
Convince her that if she doesn't go with him,
there's going to be a lot of dead bodies.
All right.
Come on, let's go.
- What did he say? - She's not there yet.
- Is she okay? - Yeah, she's fine... she's just not there yet.
Let's go.
Come on.
Wait here.
All right, let's go.
Who is it?
It's Frannie, open up.
Anybody else in here with you?
Who the hell else would be in here with me?
Seanie, Seanie, let's go.
- Seanie?! - Get in the room.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
- Is that you, Sean? - Yeah, it's me.
What, are you back from the dead?
No, I was never dead. I had to get out of town.
You little prick.
I knew you weren't dead! I knew it! I knew it!
Sit down, sit down! Take a load off.
What have you been doing? Where've you been?
Living in Texas.
- Working a farm. - A farmer?
A farmer from Hell's Kitchen? What do you grow?
- Who gives a shit what he grows. - He grows wheat!
But, hey...
You oughta grow something you can eat, like potatoes.
Would you shut up with the farming, all right?
- We need your help here. - Hey, Jesus was a farmer, or a Baker.
Shut your mouth and sit down.
If anybody comes here, you keep the door locked you don't let them in.
You got to make sure that he can get out through the fire escape.
If that happens, go up to roof,
cross over to the 10th Avenue side, and make it to the church.
Hey, hey, what about me? What am I supposed to do?
What do you mean, what about you?
Don't worry about you. Why don't you get the kid a drink, make yourself useful?
- Whose house is this, anyway? - Just get him the drink.
All right, come on. Let's go.
This is going to be it for us.
I got to go and, you know,
you're not going to see me again.
What do you mean I'm not going to see you again?
I got to get you out of town as soon as possible.
And I'm not coming with you.
- Why not? - Did I not get you into enough trouble?
Besides, after you're gone, I got to take care of
some things to make sure this is over for good.
But what I need you to do is promise me
- you're going to take care of Grace. - Yeah, of course.
No, I'm serious. You got to take care of her.
Uncle Jim, all right...
no matter what, he doesn't leave this apartment till you hear from me.
No shit.
Why did this happen to us?
I don't know... we're paying for the old man's sins probably.
No hug, eh?
Ain't gonna happen. We're Irish, remember?
Can you believe this fucker ballbag shot me?
Stop whining... you only got grazed.
Good thing his aim wasn't better.
It was him, right? You saw him... you sure it was him?
Me, I don't know. I only saw the back of his head.
Was it him, or wasn't it?
Make up your thick, fucking skulls.
Of course it was him. Why else would they take off?
And besides, I got a good look at him.
It was him. That motherfucker is going to pay for this.
You're fucking right he's going to pay.
I don't give a fuck who his daddy was.
Well, is it going to be you or me?
I mean, what's the story?
Dear Lord...
I don't know if what I'm doing is the right thing.
But like you gave me a second chance,
help me to give these boys another chance.
Please guide me.
And forgive me if I'm going against your will.
- Father Mahoney. - Is everything all right?
Yeah, yeah, everything is fine.
I was able to get him over to my Uncle Jim's.
Are the kid and her still in the rectory?
Yeah, and she's agreed to go with Sean.
All right, good. That's good, right?
Yeah, but Francis, this is it for you and me.
Now that they spotted Sean,
there's going to be more bloodshed and you know it.
And I can't be a part of it anymore.
After tonight, you're on your own.
Come on, let's get going.
- Hey, Grace. - Is Sean with you?
He's actually at my Uncle Jim's.
I got the church van parked out back.
I figured I'd drive them out of the state,
put them on a bus and take them
to wherever he wants to go.
- You know where my Uncle Jim's is? - Yeah.
Well, look, why don't you drive them over there,
I'll call over and he'll meet you at the back alley?
Okay.
Why don't you two say goodbye?
Come here, Sean.
Oh, there you go.
Let's just make this quick, okay?
Look, you know I wish it was me going with you, right?
But it just... this feels like the first time
in my life I'm doing the right thing.
We're both doing the right thing.
All right. I guess that's it then.
Yeah.
Come on, Grace, it's clear.
I know you were close with their father and I respect that,
and I respect the way you used to do things in the neighborhood,
but that's the past, and the neighborhood has changed.
That kid killed my brother and my cousin that night in the bar.
He shot him in the back.
I know he was looking out for his big brother,
but it wasn't his place.
And it wasn't your place
to go after Fran without my okay.
I might give you that,
but if that kid is still alive,
I want him.
And I don't want any interference...
otherwise, we might have some real trouble.
And I know we don't want that, Whitey.
Okay, I'll make you a deal.
But let me tell you it wasn't the kid.
- Fuckin', Whitey... - Trust me, I know.
Now, a lot of people doubt that the kid is dead.
But let me tell you.
My own brother was killed,
so I know how it is with you.
Here's what I propose.
If it's revenge,
then do what you have to do with Fran,
and I'll look the other way.
You stay out of it?
I give you my word.
But that has to be the end of it.
Or you'll experience more fucking trouble than you can imagine.
Well, that'll be the end of it then.
Call over to Sullivan's... get me Cullen on the phone.
Yeah?
Your name Cullen?
You got a call.
Just so you know, we normally don't let
people we don't know take personal calls here.
Yeah?
I got him.
It's me.
You know what to do.
Sean, let's go.
- Father, how are you? - I'm fine, Sean.
Just get in the van.
Oh, baby.
- I've missed you so much. - I missed you, too.
I can't believe you're alive.
I'm so sorry I had to go away.
I promise you I'll never leave you again.
Who's this little guy?
That's Seanie. That's little Seanie.
Mine?
Hey, baby.
Say hello to your daddy.
Hey.
- Who hit that ball? - Nick Worths.
- Indian first baseman. - It would have been a home run
in any other ball... Francis.
How are you, son? I've been waiting for you.
Hey, Pulaski, what can I do for you?
Answer a couple of questions?
No, my brother isn't back from the grave.
And, no, he wasn't drinking in Red Kelly's last night.
And, no, I haven't seen him either.
- So, you've heard the rumors. - Yeah, I've heard the rumors.
That's all you're going to get, too.
I'll be keeping an eye on you just the same.
- Yeah, you do that. - I'm only trying to help you, Fran.
I don't want to see your head blown off.
You know what, I don't need your help. Never have.
This is some fucking neighborhood.
Okay, Francis, have it your way.
Put your money away, it's no good here.
Put that in the cup, Murph.
You know what, Murph.
- I think we're going to close up early tonight. - I don't mind staying late.
- Nah, nah. Let's just call it a night. - Whatever you say.
All right, folks.
- We're closing early tonight. - Ahh.
Come on, get a move on.
Hit the bricks.
What do you want to do about our tea-drinking friend here?
Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.
- Good night. - Have a good night, Murph.
Hey, pal, maybe you didn't hear,
but I said we're closing up now.
Yeah, yeah, I heard.
Let me take a leak first.
You mean you got to use the bathroom?
- I got to use the bathroom. - Okay.
Closing early tonight, Frannie?
Yeah, what can I do for you, Moran?
I keep hearing this rumor
your kid brother's back in town.
The rumor won't go away.
I told you before, I don't know why
you're listening to rumors...
especially ones spread by drunken ex-girlfriends.
You know, there's this other rumor, too.
You having some trouble out in Brooklyn tonight?
- Brooklyn? - Yeah.
- What the hell would I be doing in Brooklyn? - It was you, you fucking cunt.
See, your brother killed my brother...
My cousin.
Now the question's coming up again
as to whether that debt's been properly settled or not.
Only by you, my friend.
- Only by you. - You silly fuck.
You think you're going to make a fool out of me in my own neighborhood?
'Cause this is my neighborhood now.
I went to see your old friend Whitey, you know what he told me?
No, I haven't a clue. What did he say?
He said, "you do what you got to do with Francis Sullivan."
"I'll stay out of it." Makes sense to me.
I mean, he sold out his yes man, right?
I guess he's going to sell out his yes man's kid.
- It's okay! - It's cool! It's cool! I'm with you guys!
It's okay, he's with us.
You took your fucking sweet time there, didn't you?
I figured you were going to go for him first.
Are you kidding me? I almost shit myself here.
All right, Burke, give us a hand.
Let's get these mutts out of here.
I can't believe that fucking worked.
That was fucking genius.
Settle yourself down. We go to get these two out of here A.S.A.P.
You got any big knives? We'll cut them up.
Yeah, I got some. We can take them both out the back.
My car's out there.
Make sure you thank Whitey for me, all right?
Don't worry about it. He's wanted Moran dead for a long time.
All right, let's get them out of here.
Let's get him first.
We'll need a fucking chainsaw to cut him up.
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