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TOMMY: PREVIOUSLY ON "BROTHERHOOD":
IF YOU KNEW THE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE.
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
MICHAEL: YOU GUYS JUST SHOT A UNARMED BLACK LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER
FOR NO GOOD REASON.
WHY THE *** DID YOU HAVE TO TELL ME?
SILENT JOHN: HERBIE THE JEW.
PRICK STIFFS ME FOR 50K,
THINKS HE CAN GET AWAY WITH IT.
DOCTOR: THE MEMORIES THAT YOU'VE LOST ARE PROBABLY GONE FOR GOOD.
I FEEL FINE.
DOCTOR: NO NEW PROBLEMS?
NO SEIZURES, NO BLACKOUTS,
NO LOST TIME?
WHAT THE *** IS WRONG WITH YOU?
***! (THREE GUNSHOTS)
HERBIE: NO!
(BODY THUMPS)
OUR HEBREW FRIEND WISHES YOU A HAPPY PURIM.
FREDDIE WANTS WHAT FREDDIE WANTS.
WHY DON'T YOU PULL OUT A GUN, HUH,
STICK ME UP?
FRANKLIN: WHEN DID FREDDIE AND REPRESENTATIVE TOM CAFFEE
START DOING BUSINESS TOGETHER, MR. TRIO?
MARTY: I SAID I WOULD TALK ABOUT FREDDIE CORK.
THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE DEAL.
YOU DID DRUGS IN OUR HOUSE.
YOU *** OTHER MEN.
I LOOK AT NOW,
I LOOK AT YOU AND I SEE FILTH.
MICHAEL: A.A. MEETING?
YEAH, SORTA.
MICHAEL: DON'T BEEN EMBARRASSED, MAN.
I'M PROUD OF YA.
YOU'RE TWO YEARS SOBER,
YOU KICKED THE *** OUT OF YOUR DEMONS.
(LIQUID SPLASHES)
WHAT DID I TELL YA?
IF YOU DRANK, YOU'D *** UP
AND I'D PUT A BULLET IN YOU.
DON'T DISAPPOINTMENT ME AGAIN.
KATH: DON'T FORGET TO GIVE MAGGIE HER PRESENT, OKAY?
AND DON'T JUST EAT CAKE, OKAY?
ABBY?
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
OKAY.
OKAY. GIVE UNCLE MIKE A NICE KISS GOODBYE.
(MICHAEL'S HAND TAPS AGAINST CHAIR)
WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
UH, SHE'S OFF TO MAGGIE CONNOR'S BIRTHDAY PARTY,
AT CHUCKY CHEESE.
CHUCKY CHEESE. ALL RIGHT.
CAN I GET A KISS GOODBYE?
YEAH, YOU KNOCK 'EM DEAD OUT THERE.
(BIG KISS)
LET'S GO, BABY.
OKAY.
SEE YA.
(DOOR OPENS)
JIMMY: TOM CAFFEE'S THE RIGHT MAN IN THE RIGHT PLACE
IN OUR VERY OWN HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES.
LET'S KEEP HIM THERE, HUH?
WOMAN: I THINK SO.
TOMMY, HEADS UP. IT'S THE MAYOR.
REPRESENTATIVE CAFFEE.
YOU'RE LOOKING VERY ELECTABLE.
YOU HAVE MY VOTE.
DO I HAVE YOURS?
WELL, THE SECRET BALLOT'S
THE BEDROCK OF DEMOCRACY, MAYOR.
YOU KNOW THAT.
TOM.
ELECTIONS THESE DAYS COME DOWN TO VOTER TURNOUT.
MMM.
I'M COUNTING ON YOU AND YOUR GROUND TROOPS
TO HELP ME GET THE VOTERS OUT UP ON THE HILL.
THAT'S FUNNY,
'CAUSE I DON'T RECALL MY NAME ON YOUR SLATE LAST ELECTION.
THAT WAS A HUGE MISTAKE. HUGE.
HEADS ROLLED, BELIEVE ME.
YOU KNOW, I'M AFRAID MY TROOPS
ARE PRETTY MUCH STUCK IN THE TRENCHES
AT THE MOMENT.
WELL, ANYTHING YOU COULD DO TO HELP,
I'D APPRECIATE IT, TOMMY.
HEY, GOOD LUCK.
I'LL APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT.
WOMAN: HEY, MAYOR!
(TRUCK RUMBLES BY)
MARY-KATE: YOU DON'T HOLD HER HAND ANYMORE.
WELL, CAN YOU BLAME ME?
YOU GOTTA TOUCH HER, TOMMY.
YOU GOTTA BE THE HAPPY COUPLE,
IF YOU WANT TO WIN.
DO YOU WANT TO WIN?
OF COURSE I WANT TO WIN.
WELL THEN, HOLD HER HAND.
YOU KNOW, EVERYBODY IN THIS FAMILY
THINKS THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND MICHAEL,
BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HOLDS US TOGETHER.
MICHAEL: PETE DID THIS?
BRUCE: YEAH.
PRETTY NIFTY, HUH?
MICHAEL: NIFTY?
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
PRETTY ***' AMAZING.
BRUCE: HE'S DOWN AT BRIDGEPORT TODAY.
HE SAYS HE FOUND A FRONT BUMPER THAT MIGHT DO THE TRICK.
HOW'S HE DOIN'?
BRUCE: HE'S GOOD.
SOBER?
BRUCE: EVERY DAY.
YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE. YOU ***' LOOK AFTER HIM.
BRUCE: YOU KNOW, MIKE,
WHEN YOU FIRST PUT THE ARM ON ME
TO HIRE PETE,
I THOUGHT YOU WERE CRAZY.
I THOUGHT HE WAS A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN,
BUT HE'S A GOOD WORKER.
YEAH?
BRUCE: I COULD SET MY CLOCKS BY HIM.
WELL...
ACCORDING TO THIS,
YOU DON'T OWE ME NOTHIN' ANYMORE.
SO NOW I OWE YOU PETE'S NEXT MONTH'S WAGES.
BRUCE: YOU KEEP IT. I'LL PAY HIM MYSELF.
TAKE THE ***' MONEY.
DEAL'S A DEAL, RIGHT?
HE NEVER FINDS OUT WHERE THAT COMES FROM.
OH NO, HE WON'T.
HE'S GOT REAL TALENT.
(DOOR OPENS)
(LOCK SNAPS OPEN)
DECLAN: (GRUNTS)
(DOOR BANGS)
(GRUNTING)
(METAL CLANKS)
(GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)
(GRUNTS)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
DECLAN: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?
HOW DID YOU GET INTO THIS HOUSE?
I CHANGED THE LOCKS.
I'M A COP.
YOU KNOW, I USED TO LIVE HERE TOO, YOU KNOW.
USED TO. THAT'S RIGHT.
DECLAN: YOU KNOW, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN MEANING
TO FIX THIS PIECE OF *** GARBAGE DISPOSAL.
I JUST DIDN'T WANT IT GOIN' OUT ON YOU,
THAT'S ALL.
(GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)
CASSIE: BREAKFAST OR LUNCH?
DECLAN: UH...
IT'S A MID-MORNING SNACK I'D CALL IT.
(CHUCKLES)
CASSIE: I DON'T NEED YOU TO FIX MY DISPOSAL.
I NEED YOU TO GET OUT OF HERE, LEAVE ME ALONE!
DECLAN: LOOK, CASSIE,
I HATE LIVING IN A HOTEL, OKAY?
IT SMELLS LIKE RAT KILLER AND OLD ***.
I MEAN, I MIGHT AS WELL BE LIVING IN A...
IN A CARDBOARD BOX UNDER THE INTERSTATE.
I MEAN, I REALLY MISS YOU, BABY.
(SIGHS)
OKAY.
(TOOLS CLANK)
(TOOLBOX SNAPPING SHUT)
DECLAN.
WHAT?
MOM AND DAD ARE COMING THROUGH
ON THEIR WAY TO HAMPTON BEACH.
THEY WANT TO HAVE SUPPER.
YOU SHOULD BE HERE.
I HAVEN'T TOLD THEM ABOUT US
AND FOR SOME REASON THEY LIKE YOU.
SO WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO LIE
AND PRETEND IT'S ALL PEACHY?
LYING SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD FOR YOU.
TOMORROW.
6:30.
THIS DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING, YOU UNDERSTAND?
I'LL PLAY NICE FOR MOM AND DAD, BUT THAT'S IT.
WE'RE DONE.
OKAY.
CASSIE: WE'RE DONE!
THE ODDFELLOWS ARE HAVING A TALENT SHOW THIS THURSDAY.
YOU'RE INVITED.
THEY'LL EXPECT YOU TO SING SOMETHING IRISH.
HOW'S YOUR "DANNY BOY"? (LAUGHING)
OH NO, NOT- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
NOT "DANNY BOY." NO. (PHONE RINGS)
OR WOULD YOU PREFER...
"I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN"?
OR HOW ABOUT A DUET?
REPRESENTATIVE CAFFEE'S OFFICE.
YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME.
"WHISKEY IN THE JAR?"
"WHISKEY IN THE JAR" I LIKE.
IT'S SECURITY.
SECURITY GUARD: HEY TOMMY, THIS GUY CLAIMS
HE'S YOUR IRISH COUSIN.
COLIN.
BOTH: (LAUGHING)
TOMMY.
LONG TIME NO SEE.
HEY.
THAT'S NOT MARY-KATE, IS IT?
(HAPPY GREETINGS)
MY GOD, YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED.
(LAUGHING)
I WISH I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU, BOY.
HOW ARE YOU, MAN? GIVE ME A HUG.
(DOOR OPENS)
(LOW CONVERSATION)
CAN I GET A WATER PLEASE, TERRY?
YOU'RE REALLY MAKING
MY ***' LIFE MISERABLE,
YOU KNOW THAT, MICHAEL?
I MEAN YOU JUST HAD TO GO WHACK HERBIE THE JEW, DIDN'T YA?
I DON'T SEE WHAT THE PROBLEM IS.
THE PROBLEM IS NOZZOLI IS UP MY ***.
THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
THIS IS YOUR MESS THOUGH,
SO YOU'RE GONNA CLEAN IT UP.
YOU'RE GONNA GO SEE HIM.
YOU'RE GONNA DO WHATEVER THE *** HE TELLS YA TO DO.
YOU'RE GONNA TAKE VAN GOGH HERE WITH YA,
'CAUSE I DON'T TRUST YOU ALONE.
I GOTTA WORK FOR NOZZOLI?
NO.
NO.
I'M DEFINITELY NOT TAKING ***' MOE WITH ME.
MOE: LOOK, CAN WE GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT?
MY NAME ISN'T ***' MOE!
IT'S JEFF.
AND I WANT TO BE CALLED BY MY REAL NAME, OKAY?
JEFF?
YEAH.
SINCE WHEN?
SINCE ALWAYS, MIKE!
REALLY?
YEAH!
MOE, LARRY, CURLY - I DON'T GIVE A ***!
I JUST WANT NOZZOLI HAPPY SO HE'S OFF MY BACK!
I'M NOT ***' TAKING HIM WITH ME.
YEAH, YOU ARE.
THIS IS *** UP.
*** ME.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
MICHAEL: MR. NOZZOLI.
(CLEARS THROAT)
THE THING WITH HERBIE THE JEW WAS UH...
IT WAS A TERRIBLE...
ACCIDENT.
I WAS OUT OF LINE. I'M SORRY.
WELL, I'LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH,
I HATED THAT USELESS PRICK MYSELF.
BUT, FOR SOME REASON,
HE MADE MY SISTER VERY HAPPY
AND NOW SHE'S VERY UPSET.
I CAN'T LET WHAT YOU DID STAND.
I APOLOGIZE,
AND I HOPE THAT YOU WILL LET MOE...
AND I MAKE AMENDS.
WHATEVER IT IS YOU WANT DONE,
WE'LL DO IT.
ANYTHING.
THERE'S A TRUCK COMING THROUGH TOWN
TOMORROW NIGHT.
IT'S FULL OF PLAYSTATION 3'S.
PLAYSTATIONS?
YOU KNOW, THE VIDEO GAME THINGIES?
WHAT THE *** IS IT WITH YOU IRISH?
EVERY KID IN AMERICA WANTS ONE.
THE DRIVER LIKES TO STOP OVER AT "FEATHER'S"
IN EAST PROVIDENCE.
GO THERE, HIJACK THE TRUCK,
AND YOU DRIVE IT TO THIS WAREHOUSE
ON EAGLE.
JUST HIJACK THE TRUCK?
WITH RESPECT, WHY DON'T YOUR GUYS DO IT?
WHAT DO YOU NEED US FOR?
THEY'RE PAYING ME FOR PROTECTION.
(CHUCKLES)
GET THE *** OUTTA MY SIGHT.
COME ON.
ALL RIGHT. MOE, LET'S GO.
MOE: IT'S JEFF.
JEFF.
COLIN: EVERYTHING LOOKS SMALLER.
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
I THOUGHT THE HOUSES WERE GREAT BLOODY MANSIONS.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
NOT THAT THEY'RE NOT LOVELY.
BOTH: (LAUGHING)
TOMMY: COME ON IN.
(DOOR OPENS)
OKAY, NOW GO EASY ON YOUR UNCLE, GIRLS.
EILEEN: DID IT EVEN OCCUR TO YOU TO CONSULT ME ON THIS?
WHAT? HE'S A NICE GUY.
YOU SERIOUSLY THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA
TO TAKE OUR THIRD FLOOR APARTMENT
THAT WE COULD RENT FOR $400 A MONTH
AND GIVE IT FOR FREE TO YOUR IRISH COUSIN?
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO, HM?
TELL HIM TO SLEEP IN THE STREET?
HE'S FAMILY.
(SIGHS)
HOW LONG'S HE GONNA STAY WITH US?
HE DIDN'T SAY.
OKAY, WHO WANTS A BEER?
MICHAEL: HEY, MA.
LISTEN, WHEN YOU GO OVER THERE,
SAY HI TO COLIN FOR ME?
TELL HIM I'LL SEE HIM TOMORROW.
I'M NOT GOIN' OVER THERE,
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
WHY NOT?
SHOWING UP LIKE THIS, NO ADVANCE WARNING,
MAKING ASSUMPTIONS.
"HERE I AM. TAKE CARE OF ME."
THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE SHOPLIFTING, IS IT?
HE WAS TWELVE FOR GOD SAKE.
EVERYBODY SWIPES SOMETHING AT TWELVE.
LADY'S UNDERWEAR?
YEAH.
HE WAS SOMEWHAT PRECOCIOUS IN THAT DEPARTMENT,
IF I REMEMBER.
THEN AGAIN HE IS FROM YOUR SIDE OF THE FAMILY.
(CHUCKLES)
DON'T BE DISGUSTING.
HE'S NO GOOD, MICHAEL.
HE'S NOT TRUSTWORTHY.
MICHAEL: I'LL BE BACK LATE. DON'T WAIT UP.
SEE YOU LATER.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
FRANKLIN: YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM.
MARTY TRIO HAS DECIDED THAT SILENCE IS A VIRTUE.
HE STOPPED COOPERATING.
SO WHY IS THAT MY PROBLEM?
BECAUSE IF HE DOESN'T APPEAR
BEFORE THE GRAND JURY ON TUESDAY,
OR IF HE APPEARS AND DOESN'T TESTIFY,
I'M GONNA LOOK AROUND FOR SOMEONE TO BLAME, GIGGS.
(SIGHS) HE'LL BE THERE.
AND HE'LL TESTIFY.
YUP.
HE'LL TESTIFY.
HOW COME *** FOLLOWS YOU AROUND
LIKE A LONELY PUPPY?
BECAUSE I'M KIND AND GENTLE.
(ENVELOPE RUSTLES)
WHAT'RE THOSE?
JUST ASPIRIN.
***!
I GOT A HEADACHE.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP DEAD
'CAUSE YOU'RE TOO *** UP
TO COVER MY BACK.
PARTNERS GOT TO TRUST EACH OTHER 110 PERCENT.
SO WHERE THE *** DOES THAT LEAVE ME, HUH?
WHERE'S MY PARTNER THAT I CAN TRUST 110 PERCENT?
SITTIN' HERE, RIGHT NEXT TO YA!
YEAH, THAT'S FUNNY,
'CAUSE ALL I SEE
IS AN UNRELIABLE BLOB OF ***
THAT LIKES TO TAKE BRIBES FROM MICHAEL CAFFEE.
(CAR DOORS SLAM SHUT)
YOU CAN TELL MICHAEL
THAT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MARTY
BEFORE, DURING,
OR AFTER THE GRAND JURY,
I GUARANTEE HIM A PLACE IN HELL.
I NEVER TOOK JACK *** FROM MICHAEL CAFFEE!
YOU AND MICHAEL MIGHT AS WELL BE CORNHOLING EACH OTHER.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
YOU KNOW, AS A MATTER OF FACT,
I'M PRETTY SURE YOU ARE CORNHOLING EACH OTHER-
(ANGRY GRUNT) YOU SON OF A-
HEY! WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!
MARTY: HEY, HEY, HEY! DECCO! RALPH!
COME ON, CUT IT OUT FOR CHRISSAKES!
JESUS.
COME IN HERE.
MARTY: AH, THANK YOU, DARLIN'.
SO UM...
HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, MARTY?
HOW'S THE HEALTH?
(SIGHING) OH...
WELL, THEY GAVE ME SIX MONTHS;
IT'S BEEN A YEAR.
I GIVE VICKI ALL THE CREDIT.
YOU KNOW, IT MIGHT BE BETTER IF WE WERE ALONE.
ALL RIGHT.
DO I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOU SHOWING UP
FOR THE GRAND JURY?
(SIGHING)
YOU KNOW...
WHEN YOU'RE DYIN',
YOU START TO NOTICE THINGS.
THINGS YOU DIDN'T NOTICE BEFORE,
THINGS YOU TOOK FOR GRANTED...
LIKE VICKI'S SMILE.
HOW GOOD A CUP OF TEA CAN TASTE.
LOOK, I TOLD FRANKLIN THAT YOU WERE ON THE SIDE
OF TRUTH AND JUSTICE.
(CHUCKLES)
HE HOLDS ME RESPONSIBLE.
A LOT OF THINGS SEEM SO IMPORTANT...
AREN'T IMPORTANT AT ALL, DECCO.
NOTHING'S GONNA BRING LEANNE BACK.
NOTHING'S GONNA KEEP ME ALIVE.
AND I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING ELSE,
I DON'T WANT TO HURT TOMMY CAFFEE.
I MEAN,
HE MAY BE STRAIGHT AS A ***' CORKSCREW BUT...
HE'S NEVER LIED TO ME.
HE'S NEVER GONE BACK ON A PROMISE,
WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOUR BOSS FRANKLIN.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT TOMMY.
RALPH: YEAH, HE'S NOT GONNA LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO TOMMY,
ARE YA, DECCO?
MARTY: LOOK,
I JUST WANT MY CONSCIENCE CLEAN.
WHAT ABOUT VICKI?
DON'T YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER TOO?
VICKI?
YOU'RE GONNA DRAG VICKI INTO THIS?
IF YOU TESTIFY, MARTY,
YOU WILL SPARE HER
SOME UNWANTED SCRUTINY BY THE IRS.
SCRUTINY THAT COULD EMBARRASS HER
AND LEAVE HER COLLECTING FOOD STAMPS.
YOU SON OF A ***.
TOMMY? I'M HERE!
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'?
MARY-KATE: OH, HI. UH...
TOMMY ASKED ME
TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR THE KIDS FOR DINNER.
TUNA CASSEROLE.
WHERE'S COLIN?
UPSTAIRS.
TOMMY: SO HOW'S MY FAVORITE CAMPAIGN MANAGER?
MARY-KATE: OH, MY FEET HURT. (CHUCKLING)
TOMMY: I BET THEY DO.
SO, UM, GUESS WHO'S GONNA BE THE LEAD GUEST
ON TUESDAY'S NIGHT'S "AROUND TOWN WITH MORT ADLER"?
HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE THAT?
(LAUGHING)
HUH?
TELL THE KIDS IT'S DINNERTIME.
I MADE ENOUGH FOR COLIN TOO.
EILEEN: GOING ON THE MORT ADLER SHOW IS A MISTAKE.
HE AND THE MAYOR ARE FRIENDS.
GOING ON THAT SHOW WILL MAKE TOMMY
A POWER-PLAYER.
HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE A STATE REP
THE REST OF HIS LIFE.
I CAN HANDLE MORT ADLER.
CALL THE KIDS.
TOMMY: LILA! NONI! MARY-ROSE!
DAUGHTER: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
COME ON, DINNER.
(LOUD TRUCK HORN HONKS)
(LOUD RUMBLE OF TRAFFIC)
MOE: WHERE'S THIS ***' TRUCK?
STOP YAPPING.
I'M NOT *** YAPPING.
I'M ASKING A QUESTION.
WHICH WAY IS IT COMING?
WHAT?
THE TRUCK.
IS IT GONNA COME FROM OVER HERE,
OVER THERE?
HOW THE *** SHOULD I KNOW?
(UNDER BREATH) 1107, EMILY.
1107, EMILY.
THAT'S IT. THERE IT IS.
ALL RIGHT, FROM NOW ON I DO THE TALKING.
(TRUCK RUMBLES INTO LOT)
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(TRUCK BRAKES)
MICHAEL: HI, HOW YA DOIN'?
WE'RE GONNA TAKE YOUR TRUCK.
WE'RE NOT GONNA HURT YA.
ALL YOU GOTTA DO
IS STEP DOWN NICE AND EASY,
AND STAND BY THAT FENCE AND COUNT TO A THOUSAND.
THEN YOU CALL WHOEVER YOU WANT TO CALL.
BUT I KNOW YOU LIVE AT 1107 PRINCESS STREET,
CRANSTON.
YOU GOT A NICE DAUGHTER WAITING FOR YOU CALLED EMILY.
SO YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO MENTION US, ALL RIGHT?
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
HEY, MACK, GET THE *** OUTTA THE TRUCK!
WOULD YOU PLEASE LET ME HANDLE THIS?
COME ON.
HEY, WHEN I SAY GET THE *** OUT OF THE TRUCK,
I MEAN GET OUT OF THE ***' TRUCK!
TRUCK DRIVER: (GRUNTS IN PAIN)
(VIOLENT KICK)
MICHAEL: MOE!
(VIOLENT KICK)
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'?! MOE!
IT AIN'T *** MOE, IT'S ***' JEFF!
(VIOLENT KICK)
MICHAEL: JEFF!
STOP KICKIN' THE GUY!
TRUCK DRIVER: (COUGHING)
(GASPING FOR AIR)
***.
HE'S ***' FINE. HE'S FAKING IT.
MICHAEL: HE'S NOT FAKING IT.
HE'S HAVING HEART ATTACK, YOU ***' IDIOT.
***.
ALL RIGHT, UM, LOOK,
PUT HIM IN YOUR CAR.
TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL.
DROP HIM OFF AND GET OUT OF THERE.
I'LL TAKE THE TRUCK.
WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE ***' TRUCK?
'CAUSE IT'S YOUR CAR!
'CAUSE YOU GAVE HIM A ***' HEART ATTACK!
WE'LL LET THE FAT *** DIE. WE'LL GET THE *** OUTTA HERE.
MICHAEL: HE'S A TRUCK DRIVER. WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU?
(GRUNTS) ***' ANIMAL.
TOMMY: HEY.
COLIN: BEEN A BAD BOY, HAVE YOU?
NO, I FELT A GOOD SNORE COMING ON.
(CHUCKLES)
IS IT SERIOUS, WHATEVER IT IS
YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT?
OH, IT'LL PASS. EVENTUALLY.
EILEEN SEEMS LIKE A FINE WOMAN,
A GOOD MOTHER TO THE GIRLS.
YEAH, SHE IS.
REMEMBER WHEN I SHOPLIFTED LADIES KNICKERS
FROM THAT DEPARTMENT STORE?
(LAUGHING)
I REMEMBER MICHAEL MARCHING ME DOWN
TO GIVE THEM BACK AND APOLOGIZE.
HE WAS A STERN TASKMASTER, YOUR BROTHER.
VERY STRICT WITH HIS RIGHT AND WRONG.
YEAH.
I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THAT SUMMER
WHEN I WAS BACK IN BELFAST.
YOU WERE ALL SUCH A...
FAMILY.
I ENVIED THAT.
WELL, WE GOT OUR PROBLEMS.
I MEAN, I'M ON THE COUCH.
THINK OF IT AS A BOLD STRIKE FOR INDEPENDENCE.
(CHUCKLING) YEAH.
TOMMY, IS THERE ANY CHANCE YOU COULD HELP ME FIND A JOB?
I NEED WORK. I'M STONE BROKE.
I HAVE CITIZENSHIP BECAUSE OF ME MOTHER,
SO NO GREEN CARD ISSUES.
I'LL SET YOU UP WITH A FRIEND OF MINE,
JACK MCSPREE.
RUNS MAINTENANCE DOWN AT THE STATE HOUSE.
NOW IT'S NOTHING FANCY, BUT THE PAY'S DECENT AND UH...
THANKS.
YOU WON'T REGRET IT.
DON'T MENTION IT.
TO AMERICA.
(TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)
COLIN: HELLO.
MY NAME IS COLIN CARR.
I'M UH...
I'M HERE TO SEE MR. MCSPREE
ABOUT A JOB.
HE'S BEEN EXPECTING YOU.
I'LL LET HIM KNOW YOU'RE HERE.
BEFORE YOU DO...
YES?
I WAS WONDERING...
YES?
IF I COULD KNOW YOUR NAME?
IT'S MONA.
MONA?
YES.
THAT'S A LOVELY NAME. (CHUCKLES)
MONA.
JACK: WHAT HAVE WE HERE, MONA?
MONA: THIS IS COLIN CARR.
TOMMY CAFFEE SENT HIM.
HOW YOU DOIN'?
OH, YEAH, WELCOME.
THANK YOU.
I THINK I GOT JUST THE JOB FOR YOU, COLIN.
OH, NO ***' WAY.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
MORT: MY GUEST TODAY
IS REPRESENTATIVE THOMAS CAFFEE,
HOUSE MAJORITY LEADER AND AN UP-AND-COMING STAR
IN THE LOCAL POLITICAL FIRMAMENT.
REPRESENTATIVE CAFFEE HAILS FROM PROVIDENCE.
HIS DISTRICT ENCOMPASSES THE HILL,
AN OLD IRISH NEIGHBORHOOD,
AND HE IS CURRENTLY RUNNING FOR RE-ELECTION.
WELCOME.
TOMMY: THANKS FOR HAVING ME.
HE'S GONNA DO JUST FINE.
HE LOOKS CONFIDENT. SEE HOW RELAXED HE IS?
EILEEN: HE'S SITTIN' SIDEWAYS.
HE'S TENSE WHEN HE SITS SIDEWAYS.
YOU KNOW, I THINK TOMMY'S LOOKING A LITTLE THICK
AROUND THE MIDDLE.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO CUT BACK ON THE STARCHES.
HIS WAISTLINE IS THE LEAST OF HIS PROBLEMS.
IT'S THE ADVICE HE'S GETTIN' THAT I WORRY ABOUT.
THE HILL,
LIKE SO MANY OTHER DISTRICTS IN PROVIDENCE,
HAS LONG HAD A REPUTATION
FOR A CERTAIN GIVE AND TAKE WHEN IT COMES TO POLITICS.
WHAT'S THE QUESTION, MORT?
MORT: HOW CAN A YOUNG, AMBITIOUS POLITICIAN
LIKE YOURSELF,
RISE IN SUCH AN ENVIRONMENT LIKE THAT
WITHOUT CROSSING A LINE OR TWO?
LOOK, I'M A PRACTICAL MAN,
AND MY CONSTITUENTS, THEY ELECTED ME
TO MAKE SURE THEIR INTERESTS ARE REPRESENTED PROPERLY.
NOW, I PLAY THE POLITICAL GAME AND I THINK I PLAY IT WELL,
BUT THERE ARE RULES.
WELL, THAT CERTAINLY IS AN INTERESTING PERSPECTIVE,
TOMMY.
SO MANY POLITICIANS FIND IT HARD
TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND SAY THAT.
MICHAEL CAFFEE, NOTORIOUS GANGSTER.
YOUR BROTHER, RIGHT?
TOMMY: WELL, MY BROTHER'S BEEN ACCUSED OF MANY THINGS BY MANY PEOPLE.
SO YOUR BROTHER MICHAEL ISN'T A GANGSTER?
WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?
ASK HIM, NOT ME.
AS FAR AS I KNOW,
HE HAS SEVERAL LEGITIMATE BUSINESSES.
MORT: OH, YOU'VE NEVER ASKED HIM WHY EVERYBODY SEEMS TO THINK
THAT HE'S A GANGSTER?
TOMMY: NO, I HAVEN'T, MORT.
MORT: DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD?
I MEAN, JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY IF NOTHING ELSE?
TOMMY: LOOK, MY BROTHER IS MY BROTHER AND I TREAT HIM AS SUCH.
AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.
(TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)
MARY-KATE: ALEX CAN GET JEREMY WIGGINS AT CHANNEL 10
TO CRUCIFY THE ***.
I'M NOT WORRIED.
THIS'LL JUST SOLIDIFY YOUR SUPPORT ON THE HILL.
THERE'S NOTHING THE IRISH HATE MORE
THAN AN ATTACK AGAINST ONE OF THEIR OWN.
I BET THERE'S GONNA BE A SERIOUS UPTICK
IN VOTER TURNOUT.
EILEEN WAS RIGHT.
I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO HER.
GET ME THE MAYOR ON THE PHONE.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
IT'S OPEN.
(DOOR OPENS)
COLIN: HELLO?
HELLO?
HELLO.
H-HELLO.
CAN I COME IN?
(SIGHING)
WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU ALREADY HAVE.
WELL, YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED, AUNT ROSE.
YOU DON'T LOOK A DAY OLDER
THAN YOU DID WHEN I WAS TWELVE.
IT'S QUITE AMAZING.
I'VE LOST A FEW QUARRELS.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I WANT YOU TO LET ME INTO THIS FAMILY.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THE HILL IS THE ONLY PLACE WHERE I FEEL LIKE I BELONG.
IN BELFAST, I'M NOTHIN'.
IN PROVIDENCE, I'M A CAFFEE.
I WANT TO STAY.
I WANT TO BE PART OF THIS FAMILY,
BUT THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN
SO LONG AS YOU HATE ME.
(CHUCKLES)
I DON'T HATE YOU.
YOU HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN OVER TO THE HOUSE.
YOU HAVE NOTHIN' TO WORRY ABOUT ME.
I'D NEVER BRING HARM TO TOMMY, OR MICHAEL.
I'M REALLY NOT SUCH A BAD GUY, YOU KNOW?
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)
(NERVOUS EXHALE)
TV PROGRAM: THE POLAR BEAR EXHIBITS HIS PLAYFUL NATURE...
DECLAN: IT'S A GOOD SHOW.
VERY INTERESTING BEARS.
MMM.
YOU ENJOY DINNER?
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DINNER, CASS.
YOU KNOW, I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT
YOU SHOULD PROBABLY OPEN LIKE A RESTAURANT
ON THAYER STREET OR SOMETHIN'.
I'M NOT KIDDIN'.
MIMI: GOOD NIGHT, SWEETHEARTS. THANKS FOR SUPPER.
SAY GOOD NIGHT, CHARLES.
GOOD NIGHT.
CASSIE: GOOD NIGHT, MOM. I LOVE YOU, DADDY.
DECLAN: DRIVE CAREFUL.
(CAR STARTS UP)
(CAR MOTORS AWAY)
YOU SHOULD GO NOW.
JUST LIKE THAT? I SHOULD GO NOW?
I FOUND THAT REALLY PAINFUL.
OH COME ON, IT WAS NICE.
I MEAN, YOU...
YOU MADE A BEAUTIFUL DINNER.
YOU...
YOU LOOKED ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
I THOUGHT WE HAD FUN.
WE MADE YOUR PARENTS HAPPY.
IT WAS TOTALLY FALSE.
NO, IT WASN'T.
NOT FOR ME IT WASN'T.
CASSIE, THAT'S HOW I FEEL.
I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE BEING WITH YOU, YOU KNOW.
I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU.
IT WAS A LIE.
NO, IT WAS NOT. IT WAS NOT A LIE.
DON'T SAY THAT.
(KISS)
GO.
NO, SWEETIE-
WILL YOU GO?!
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
FRANKLIN: MR. TRIO?
(LOUDER) MR. TRIO?
PLEASE ANSWER THE QUESTION.
MARTY: OH YEAH, YEAH, OF COURSE.
I'M SORRY.
IT'S HOT IN HERE. IS IT HOT IN HERE?
COULD YOU OPEN A WINDOW OR SOMETHING?
FRANKLIN: THE WINDOWS DON'T OPEN.
THIS IS A CLIMATE-CONTROLLED BUILDING.
NOW PLEASE ANSWER THE QUESTION, SIR.
UM...
I'M SORRY. COULD YOU...
COULD YOU REPEAT IT?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THE PRESIDENT
OF THE INTERNATIONAL BROTHERHOOD OF LABORERS
LOCAL 12?
MARTY: UH, SEVEN YEARS.
IS IT TRUE THAT FREDDIE CORK IS A MEMBER OF YOUR UNION?
MARTY: WHO?
FRANKLIN: FREDDIE CORK.
FREDDIE CORK.
YEAH, SURE. HE'S A MEMBER OF THE UNION.
FRANKLIN: HAVE MR. CORK OR ANY OF HIS ASSOCIATES
EVER BEEN PAID FOR NO-SHOW JOBS
UNDER THE AUSPICES OF YOUR UNION?
MR. TRIO?
MR. TRIO?
(NERVOUS EXHALE)
HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHO SHOWS UP WHERE?
I'M PRESIDENT OF THE LOCAL, NOT A TRUANT OFFICER.
MR. TRIO,
DO HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF BUSINESS DEALINGS
BETWEEN FREDDIE CORK
AND REPRESENTATIVE THOMAS CAFFEE?
NO.
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
MR. TRIO, I'LL REMIND YOU OF YOUR PREVIOUS STATEMENTS
THAT FREDDIE CORK AND THOMAS CAFFEE
HAVE HAD BUSINESS DEALINGS.
MARTY: SORRY, I DON'T REMEMBER THAT RIGHT NOW.
I'M NOT WELL.
FRANKLIN: ISN'T IT TRUE, MR. TRIO, THAT YOU ACTED AS A GO-BETWEEN
FOR FREDDIE CORK AND THOMAS CAFFEE
REGARDING CERTAIN PUBLIC HIGHWAY CONTRACTS?
NO.
I'M SORRY, I DON'T REMEMBER THAT.
TOMMY: MAYOR.
MAYOR.
I UH...
HEARD YOU WERE MEETING WITH THE GOVERNOR.
THE GOVERNOR'S MY FRIEND, TOMMY.
LISTEN, I THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR REQUEST
AND I THINK THERE IS A WAY
I CAN LEND YOU SOME OF MY GROUND TROOPS
AFTER ALL.
THAT'S GOOD NEWS.
NO, THAT'S GREAT NEWS, TOMMY.
AND YOU CAN TELL YOUR STAFF
THAT MY PEOPLE WILL TAKE CARE
OF GETTING THE HILL'S ELDERLY VOTERS
TO THE POLLS.
THANK YOU.
LISTEN,
I'M HAVING A DINNER PARTY AT MY HOUSE,
TONIGHT AT 7:30.
WHY DON'T YOU COME,
AND BRING THAT PRETTY WIFE OF YOURS, HUH?
THANK YOU.
MOE: LOOK AT THIS.
TERRY, THAT'S A TALENTED GIRL.
(DOOR SHUTS)
TURN IT OFF.
COME ON.
TERRY, TURN IT OFF.
(TV TURNS OFF)
DID THE DRIVER GET TO THE HOSPITAL OKAY?
MOE?
NO COMMENT.
NO COMMENT?
WHAT THE *** DOES THAT MEAN?
LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME
USE MY NAME.
DID THE DRIVER GET TO THE HOSPITAL OKAY,
JEFF?
YEAH.
I DRAGGED HIS SORRY OVERWEIGHT ***
TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM.
THEY GOT RIGHT TO WORK ON HIM.
HE'S FINE.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
MR. NOZZOLI WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU TWO.
WHO'S BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO KILL THE DRIVER?
HE DIED?
ON THE TABLE.
I SWEAR TO GOD, I HAD NO IDEA.
I DID EVERYTHING I COULD FOR THE GUY.
WHICH ONE OF YOU ***' IDIOTS
KICKED HIM SO HARD
THAT YOU BROKE THREE RIBS
AND PUNCTURED A LUNG?
OR WAS THAT A GROUP THING?
I FELT IT WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY TO PAY THE FAMILY
A CONSIDERABLE SUM OF MONEY
SINCE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING THE TRUCK, RIGHT?
HEY, ***.
***, COME ON.
ALL RIGHT, LET'S NOT GET CARRIED AWAY HERE.
I LOST A SHITLOAD OF MONEY BECAUSE OF YOU MORONS.
MOE: HEY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
I'M NOT THE PSYCHO THAT CAN'T CONTROL
HIS ***' TEMPER.
SOME PARTNER.
I'M NOT HIS PARTNER.
FREDDIE SENT ME WITH HIM TO KEEP AN EYE ON HIM.
HE AIN'T RIGHT IN THE ***' HEAD.
(GUN ***) (WHIMPERS)
(GUN ***)
DON'T, ALL RIGHT?
PLEASE, DON'T.
EACH OF YOU OWE ME 30K.
YOU HAVE THREE MONTHS TO COUGH IT UP.
NOW GET THE *** BACK TO SHANTYTOWN.
(HARD SHOVE)
GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE.
(CLEANER WHIRS LOUDLY)
JACK: MARVIN.
(HANDLE CLICKS)
(HANDLE SQUEAKS)
MONA: (MOANS WITH PASSION)
(MOANS)
JACK: MONA!
THAT'S ALL WELL AND GOOD, BOB,
BUT I PROMISED THE GOOD MAYOR
OUR FULL RESOURCES.
SO I NEED 20 VOLUNTEERS.
NO, MAKE THAT 30 VOLUNTEERS...
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
TO GO DOOR TO DOOR FOR PANZARELLA.
NO, THEY'LL SUPPLY THE BUTTONS AND THE FLIERS.
WE JUST GOTTA PUT THE TROOPS ON THE GROUND.
GIVE MY BEST TO NICOLE.
JACK: GOTTA TALK, TOMMY.
TALK AWAY, JACK.
IT'S ABOUT YOUR COUSIN COLIN.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
JACK: I WANT TO LET HIM GO.
WHY?
WELL, I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT HE'S...
HE'S INSUBORDINATE: HE'S ALWAYS TALKING BACK,
HE'S LATE EVERY MORNING AND HE'S RUDE ABOUT IT.
AND HIS WORK,
IT LACKS ANY PROFESSIONAL DISCIPLINE.
WHAT'S THIS REALLY ABOUT, JACK?
FOR CHRISSAKE,
HE CAN'T EVEN CLEAN A TOILET, TOMMY.
WELL THEN HAVE ONE OF YOUR OTHER MEN
FOLLOW UP BEHIND HIM.
TOMMY.
HE'S FAMILY.
MAYOR PANZARELLA.
TOM CAFFEE.
MAYOR, TOM CAFFEE.
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
YOU OKAY?
YEAH.
RALPH: PERSONALLY, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE OKAY.
I THINK THE CASSIE THING IS KILLING YA.
I MEAN, GRANTED,
YOUR LIVER'S GENETICALLY PREDISPOSED
TO ENDURE ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.
DECLAN: IS THAT AN ETHNIC SLUR?
RALPH: MORE LIKE AWESTRUCK PRAISE.
DECLAN: GEE, THANKS.
BUT I MEAN THE PILLS, THE VIKES...
DON'T WORRY, RALPH, IT'S UNDER CONTROL.
(KNOCKING)
(SIGHS)
YOU'VE BEEN INDICTED, MARTY. WE HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN.
YOU BROKE YOUR AMNESTY DEAL BY NOT TALKING.
(SIGHS)
YEAH, DON'T WORRY, DECCO.
IT'S OKAY.
I'M AT PEACE WITH MYSELF.
IT FEELS GOOD TO HAVE FINALLY PICKED A SIDE,
YOU KNOW?
ANYWAY... NOT YOUR FAULT.
YOU DID EVERYTHING YOU COULD.
I GOTTA GO WITH DECCO.
VICKI: I'LL FOLLOW YOU.
OKAY.
UM...
YEAH, NO, SHE CAN RIDE WITH US.
SIT IN THE BACK WITH MARTY.
VICKI: THANKS.
THANKS.
(MUFFLED SOUND OF MUSIC COMES FROM EARBUDS)
LISTEN, I THINK YOU SHOULD GET YOUR OWN PLACE
SOONER THAN LATER.
EILEEN GIVING YOU A HARD TIME ABOUT THE LOST RENT?
IT'S JUST I THINK FOR EVERYBODY'S SAKE
IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU HAD YOUR INDEPENDENCE.
DON'T TELL ME,
JACK MC-*** PAID YOU A VISIT.
I DO BUSINESS IN THE STATE HOUSE, COLIN.
I DO VERY PUBLIC BUSINESS.
I WENT OUT OF MY WAY TO GET YOU A JOB.
YOU KNOW, LAZY AND DISRESPECTFUL
ARE JUST NOT- THEY'RE NOT ACCEPTABLE.
LAZY AND DISRESPECTFUL?
LATE ON THE JOB. SLOPPY ON THE JOB.
RUDE.
YOU KNOW, JUST APOLOGIZE TO JACK
AND BRING HIM A BOTTLE OF KETTLE ONE.
DID HE HAPPEN TO MENTION MONA?
MONA WHO?
HIS SECRETARY.
(EMPHASIZES) MON-A.
A VERY PRETTY GIRL.
(LAUGHING) NO.
I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO CAUSE YOU EMBARRASSMENT.
I'LL QUIT TOMORROW.
I'LL LEAVE HERE AS SOON AS I CAN FIND A PLACE.
FORGIVE ME, TOMMY.
FORGIVE ME, I WAS WRONG.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO MOVE OUT.
YOU DON'T...
YOU KNOW...
I'LL STAY IF I CAN PAY RENT.
MAYBE WHEN YOU GET A JOB, WE'LL, YOU KNOW...
I DON'T WANT EILEEN BREAKING YOUR BALLS.
BOTH: (LAUGHING)
JUST APOLOGIZE TO JACK WHEN YOU QUIT, OKAY?
ALL RIGHT.
(FOOTSTEPS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(VIOLENT WHACKS, GLASS SHATTERING)
(VIOLENT SMASHING)
(METALLIC CLANKS)
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)
(HURRIED FOOTSTEPS)
DECLAN: HEY, CASS, IT'S ME,
HUSBAND NUMBER ONE,
YOUR FAVORITE FIX-IT MAN.
YOU KNOW, I'M UH...
I'M CALLING YOU FROM THE RIVIERA.
(DRUNKEN GIGGLING)
SO HERE, HERE I AM,
SIPPING MARGARITAS,
WATCHING PRETTY GIRLS WALK BY.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
NOT ONLY ARE THEY PRETTY,
BUT THEY'RE NOT WEARIN' ANY TOPS.
(GIGGLING)
SO I'M BASICALLY WATCHING PRETTY ***.
(GIGGLING) THAT'S WHAT I'M DOIN'.
YEAH, BUT THE THING IS UM...
WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU IS UM...
(INHALING DEEPLY)
ALL THESE PRETTY GIRLS...
AND THEIR PRETTY *** MEAN NOTHIN' TO ME, CASSIE.
IT ACTUALLY MAKES ME WANT TO CRY.
IT MAKES ME SO ***' SAD THAT I'M CHOKING ON IT.
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY WOMAN THAT I WANT.
PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE, CASS.
I KNOW YOU'RE SITTING THERE WRAPPED IN MINK,
LISTENING TO ME.
WHY DON'T YOU PICK UP?
(CRYING)
PLEASE?
FREDDIE: YOU IN, MOE?
MOE: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
(DOOR OPENS)
MOE: I'LL GO TWENTY.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(MOE CHUCKLES)
MICHAEL: HOPE THAT'S NOT REAL GAMBLING
OR WE'LL GET IN TROUBLE WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT.
DO YOU GUYS WANT A DRINK OR SOMETHING?
BRIAN: JEFF HERE'S BEEN TELLING US
SOME PRETTY FUNNY STORIES, MICHAEL.
JEFF? WHO'S JEFF?
MOE: YOU KNOW WHO THE *** IT IS. IT'S ME.
OH.
FREDDIE: SO THAT KNOCK ON YOUR HEAD CAUSED YOU TO LOSE YOUR BALLS,
HUH, MICHAEL?
WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD.
'CAUSE THAT WAS EXACTLY THE TYPE OF THING
I WAS WORRIED ABOUT, REMEMBER?
I TOLD YOU TO TAKE SOME TIME, BUT NO.
WHAT THE *** ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT?
MOE SAYS YOU WERE SO SCARED OF NOZZOLI,
YOU PISSED YOUR PANTS. (LAUGHING)
MICHAEL: YOU LYIN' ***.
YOU ***' SAY THAT TO MY FACE?!
*** YOU!
(ANGRY SHOUTING)
FREDDIE: HEY, SHUT UP! THAT'S ENOUGH!
MICHAEL, GO HOME.
PIECE OF ***!
FREDDIE: I SAID GO HOME!
(STIFLES NERVOUS LAUGH)
(UNDER HIS BREATH) YEAH.
MOE: *** THE GUY.
(DOOR SHUTS)
BRUCE: MIKE.
MICHAEL: I NEED TO SEE PETE.
I GOT A BUSINESS PROPOSITION FOR HIM.
PETE'S GONE. I WAS GONNA CALL YOU.
MICHAEL: WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?
BRUCE: HE QUIT.
HE FALL OFF THE WAGON?
I DON'T KNOW. HE WAS SOBER.
SO HOW IS HE ***' GONE?
HE SAW YOU -
LAST WEEK, WHEN YOU WERE DRIVING AWAY.
HE GOT BACK EARLY FROM BRIDGEPORT.
I TOLD YOU HE NEVER ***' FINDS OUT
I MADE YOU HIRE HIM.
HEY,
I NEVER TOLD HIM ANYTHING.
HE DOESN'T KNOW.
SO WHY'D HE LEAVE?
(SIGHS)
HE TOLD ME HE'S SCARED OF YOU, MIKE.
SAYS YOU MAKE HIM WANT TO GET DRUNK
AND STUFF *** UP HIS NOSE.
***.
DID YOU TELL HIM TO GO?
NO.
DID YOU ***' TELL HIM TO GO?
NO.
I'D LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR THAT MAN.
SCARED OF ME...
SORRY.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKIN' AFTER HIM.
YOU'RE HIS ***' SPONSOR.
***.
(CHOPPING SOUNDS)
YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT MY HELP?
YES, I'M SURE.
THANKS.
PRETTY DRESS.
NORDSTRUM'S. SPRING SALE.
HEY, WHICH ONE?
BLUE.
MARY-KATE: HERE.
YOU KNOW, WE SHOULD GO.
DINNERS ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR THE MAYOR.
JIMMY: HAVE FUN YOU GUYS, HUH?
(KISS)
WE WON'T BE LATE.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
YOU KNOW, I FIND THAT...
NO MATTER HOW BAD A DAY I'VE HAD,
NO MATTER HOW MANY THINGS
HAVE GONE WRONG AND...
HOW MANY TIMES I'VE BEEN YELLED AT,
IT ALL JUST VANISHES
IF I HAVE A BOWL OF ICE CREAM.
IT'S IN THE FREEZER.
(HAPPY LAUGH)
MMM.
THEY'RE ASLEEP.
AREN'T YOU GONNA EAT?
NO, I'M NOT HUNGRY.
(KISS)
OKAY, WHAT'S WRONG?
NOTHING'S WRONG.
CLEARLY.
(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)
(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)
STAY HERE.
WHO IS IT?
EDDIE: IT'S ME.
EDDIE.
OPEN THE *** DOOR, YOU *** ***!
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
MICHAEL: ALL RIGHT, GO UPSTAIRS.
KATH: MICHAEL, DON'T HURT HIM.
MICHAEL: UPSTAIRS. I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS.
GO.
KATH: MICHAEL...
MICHAEL: COME ON.
KATH: ***.
(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)
EDDIE: COME ON, YOU IRISH PIECE OF ***!
OPEN THE ***' DOOR! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE.
WHAT?
GIMME MY WIFE BACK.
I WANT MY WIFE BACK.
YEAH?
YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME MY ***' WIFE BACK.
(SHAKY BREATHING)
WHY DON'T YOU COME INSIDE?
COME ON, COME IN.
KATH'S UPSTAIRS READING THE KIDS A STORY,
SO YOU BE QUIET NOW.
BEHAVE.
COME ON.
EDDIE: (BREATHING HARD)
SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL.
(BREATHING HARD)
MICHAEL: ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET YOU OFF YOUR FEET.
EDDIE: (BREATHING HARD)
(LOUD CLATTER)
(GRUNTS)
MICHAEL: I GOT YOU. I GOT YOU.
RIGHT THERE.
EDDIE: (SIGHING HEAVILY)
(SHOES THUNK ON FLOOR)
(SIGHS)
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♪ YEAH! ♪
♪ I WANNA BE LOVED ♪
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♪ I WANNA BE LOVED ♪
♪ WHOO! ♪
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♪ CALIFORNIA WASTELAND ♪
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