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Jeannie?
Hey, Jeannie!
You burnt the toast.
- You tryin' to run me over?
-Come on, lady!
- Oh ***, Jeannie.
- What the hell are you doin' here?
This is a public fare.
You can
just go around me! Look, I'm sorry.
You don't have to--
What's the matter with you?
I need--
We need milk.
But did you have to go out naked?
Did they give you a discount for that?
Come on.
Get back inside.
Hey, hey.
Jesus.
Screw
you.
I told you I was sorry.
- Can I get my pan back?
- Oh, shut up about your *** pan, you old ***!
Mrs.
Gervin, I'll get it back for
you.
I promise you, I'll find it.
- What did she say?
- You heard me.
My brother's a married man!
- Go throw yourself at somebody else, you ***!
- What?
I'll get your precious, ***
pan! Mrs.
Gervin, I'm sorry.
But first,
I'll take a *** in it!
Oh, Jesus, Jeannie! Oh, my.
Oh.
I-I just wanted my pan.
I never liked her.
Come on inside.
And her
cake, it tastes like ***.
You know what she would have said
if she suddenly woke up one morning?
What?
"My *** look fat in this bed?"
Hey.
How's it goin' with Janet?
- It's goin' okay.
- Good.
- How's it goin' with, uh--
- Like you give a ***.
Debbie.
Her name is Debbie.
And when she licks my ***,
she does it nice and slow.
Bye.
Look at what
you're missing, Foxy.
Tommy.
Tommy!
Hi.
You all right? Yeah.
Yeah?
How'd she do?
Oh.
She, uh-- She did great.
She
fell asleep around 4:00 this morning.
Good.
Hi.
Hi.
You want some breakfast?
Sure.
Okay.
On another day
C'mon, c'mon
With these ropes I tied
can we do no wrong
Now we grieve
'cause now is gone
Things were good
when we were young
With my teeth locked down
I can see the blood
Of a thousand men
who have come and gone
Now we grieve
'cause now is gone
Things were good
when we were young
Is it safe to say
C'mon, c'mon
Was it right to leave
C'mon, c'mon
Will I ever learn
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon
Honey?
Yeah?
- Breakfast is ready.
- Cool.
- Did you sleep well?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
It was great.
I made your special eggs
with cheese.
Oh, thanks, hon.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
So you wouldn't, uh--
What are you doin' today?
Well, I still have to pick
up a few things for here.
You know, I could use a couple
more pans, a bigger skillet.
You wouldn't happen to be goin' by
the pharmacy at some point, would you?
Why do you ask? Well, I got a
prescription I need to get filled,
- and I just thought if you were goin' by
a drugstore-- - I am, as a matter of fact.
- Today?
- Probably.
I have something that needs to be refilled.
Yeah, good.
Good, 'cause you should,
you know, definitely get that refilled.
A lot of people forget, you
know, and-- then they go in there,
and it's not filled up, and,
you know, healthwise,
it's a good thing.
Just give it to me, and
I'll take care of it.
Cool.
What's your, uh, thing for,
by the way?
- What, my prescription?
- Yeah.
Uh, it's, like, a cold,
allergy thing.
Eat.
Everything okay?
Oh, yeah.
Just another day in paradise.
Your mother almost
burnt the house down,
and then she felt it necessary
to go shoppin' in her skivvies.
Where the hell
were you?
Packing.
Packin'?
You're leavin'? Dad, I told
ya.
I gotta get back to Boston.
You can't get any more time?
Ah, I called.
My chief's a good guy.
He's not that
good.
I used up all my vacation time.
What about sick leave?
Dad, I have to go.
My life is there--
my job, Steven.
So that's it-- I mean, you just walk
out, just like that? Like it's nothin'?
Peter, I can't do this anymore.
I can't
handle it anymore.
I can't do anything.
That little girl that I fell
in love with 35 years ago
is rottin' away on the inside, and I
just gotta stand by and watch it happen.
I can't handle it
anymore, Pete.
Don't worry.
You can handle anything.
I love you, Pop,
and I'll be in touch.
Bud,
I had an accident.
Oy.
I-It's all right, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
No, no, no.
It's okay.
I
didn't mean to.
Didn't want--
Come on.
Let's get you
cleaned up.
Come on, sweetie.
Come on.
It's all right.
So the anticipation
is killing me.
Uh, what do you mean?
For my next poem.
Oh, right.
Yeah, yeah.
Why do you need another one?
The first one was so good.
Oh, it really, really was.
Thanks.
But the second one
sort of sucked,
so now I have this tiny,
nagging doubt, you know?
I mean, the two poems were
so different from each other,
I'm startin' to wonder if maybe
you just wrote the second one.
Or maybe I wrote 'em both, and the
first one took so much out of me,
I didn't have anything
left for the second one.
You know, I don't really care what
happened.
I just wanna know the truth--
which kinda seems to be a chronic
problem between us, Franco.
Did you write the poems?
They started here.
They went
through here.
And they came out here.
Then write me another one.
Why not man?
Because, okay,
you have to be in a certain frame of
mind to write that poetry stuff, okay?
I mean, you-- It's--
It's a mood thing.
A mood thing? Yeah.
It's a mood thing.
All right.
You seemed like you were
in a good mood the last couple of days.
Well, I'm in a pretty
*** mood right now, okay?
You want me to write you
some ***-mood poetry?
"Life sucks, blah, blah, blah, by the way,
so do your ***.
" Is that what you want? No.
Just, you know, forget about
her ***, but maybe you could--
you could write somethin' about
her hair, you know? Please.
All right.
All right.
I'll try.
Okay? Hey, that's all I'm askin' man.
All right.
If it could happen by the
end of the shift, that'd be great.
Y-You're kiddin' me, right? I mean, you
think Carl Sandburg came up with the whole
"fog rollin' in under cat's claw"
thing under this kind of pressure?
- Is that what you think? Huh?
- I don't know what you're talkin' about, Tom.
Never mind.
Hey, Tommy.
You bring any of that
fancy coffee today-- Don't touch me.
brother? What's wrong with you, huh?
What am I, your *** maid? Get
your own *** fancy coffee, ***.
So how do I go about this? I don't know.
There must be a service or something.
I mean, why don't you look in the phone
book? How much you think it'll cost?
Probably pretty steep.
It's not gonna
be cheap, but you don't need a live-in.
What are you talkin' about?
None of your business.
Chief's got a little problem he's tryin'
to work out.
Yeah? Maybe I can help.
Yeah, and I can grow a ***.
You know what?
They're doing that, like, somewhere in Asia.
They're actually cloning body
parts.
It's called "cloning.
"
It's weird huh? You want a
***? You got one.
Yeah.
So what seems to be the problem?
Uh, this is gonna be a waste of time,
but, uh, I need a nurse.
Oh yeah? I happen to know
somethin' about nurses.
I hired one a couple of
months back.
Oh, really?
Oh, yeah, for Bald Paul's, uh,
bachelor party.
God, it was so funny.
She was really cute too.
She had this slammin' body.
- Garrity, I don't need a stripper.
I need
a nurse.
- No, no.
She's-- She's a nurse.
She's, like, the real deal.
She's
got a uniform, hat, the whole nine.
If he doesn't shut up, he's
gonna need a *** nurse.
No, no.
She's a stripper and a
nurse, though-- I promise.
She--
She works at a hospital
downtown.
Stripper and a nurse?
That doesn't do me any good.
I need somebody
to keep an eye on my wife durin' the day.
I mean, I can give her a call-- she gave me
her number-- and see if she knows anybody.
Maybe she can help.
All right.
Give her a call.
All right.
You got it, huh?
- Jesus Christ.
- What's the matter?
- I'm goin' to Garrity for help.
- Yeah, but you know, look at it this way:
At least things can't get any
worse.
Ready? Penny a point.
- Yeah.
- Hey, it's me.
You pickin' me up, or am I meetin' you there?
Meeting me where?
Yo, Tommy, you'd probably forget your ***
if it wasn't scotch-taped to your balls.
The blood drive, Father
Murphy's rectory.
Remember?
- Ah, ***.
- We told him that we'd both show up, so you gotta come.
- I'll meet you there.
- Might wanna pick up someone else's blood on the way.
- Yours is probably still flammable.
- Yeah, yeah.
***.
How was work today?
Slow, actually.
No fires.
We had, uh, two stuck
elevators, car accident.
Days like today, you know, I feel a
little guilty about takin' the money.
Although they only pay us $4.
50 an hour,
so, you know, how guilty can you get?
God, Ken, you're so funny.
I really like being with
you.
You make me laugh.
Well, some value in that I
suppose.
You have no idea.
In my line of work, I meet a lot of men,
but never the complete package like you.
Can we not discuss my package
on an empty stomach?
Shall we peruse the menu?
***, that's my work ring.
Do you mind? Work is work.
Hey, babe.
Hi.
You free at 10:00?
My place.
Bring a friend? Yeah, I
can bring a friend along.
Of course.
You sure you can afford us both?
Sure, I can.
All right.
Okay, I'll call
her now.
See you then, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
I need to make
another call.
No problem.
Hello?
Naomi, it's me.
Hey, you
wanna do a double tonight?
You mean that guy? Nice enough guy, great
loft down in Tribeca, should be easy.
He just wants to jack off
while we go down on each other.
Sorry.
Wrong tube.
I'll text you directions later.
Great.
Okay, bye.
Bye.
Was that terrible? I'm
sorry.
Y-You know, I--
I-- I consider myself worldly in
an unworldly kind of way, and--
Is there another way for you to make money for
school? Whatever happened to waiting tables?
- Nothing pays as well, and my *** wouldn't be too happy.
- Can I talk to him?
I'll be honest.
I've talked to him about
quitting.
But he says I'm one of his best girls.
There's no way.
We have an arrangement.
- Has he ever hurt you?
- No.
No.
F-Bomb is great.
F-Bomb, of course.
F-Bomb.
Listen.
If I was to talk to this F-Bomb,
- try to convince him to
let you out-- - Kenny--
If I could convince him to
let you out, would you quit?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I would.
- Then give me a number.
Give me an address.
They're not people you can negotiate
with.
He'd kill me, literally.
What about if I was to pay him, kind
of like buyin' out your contract?
I couldn't.
Ask him.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
You're so sweet.
I'm thinkin' about
the meat loaf.
Seriously, Tommy,
trust me on that.
One or two cookies
usually will do the trick.
I just feel really light-headed.
You
don't have any more juice, do you?
You almost fainted gettin' off the
table, you ***.
I got up too fast, okay?
You should watch your language in front
of the house of God.
Back me up on that?
- He's right.
-
Sorry.
- Yeah, ***.
- You wanna get some coffee?
- I, uh-- I'd love to,
but I gotta clean things up here,
and, uh, then I gotta get Ricky home.
He seems like a good kid, that
Ricky.
He is.
He's a great kid.
Listen.
I gotta run, and thanks for donating,
and would you go easy on the cookies?
Okay.
Fine.
Thanks.
Huh.
You know, I like that guy, but he's
startin' to creep me out just a little bit.
You know, you and Mickey, man--
All you do is judge people.
You know? He's fine.
Hey, you know
what? You give that guy a bad nose job,
a ranch with some rides on it,
and Liz Taylor's home number, you're
lookin' at Michael Jackson, my friend.
Okay.
First of all
he's our half brother, okay?
If he's Michael Jackson, you
know what that makes us? What?
That makes me Tito, and that makes you
Jermaine.
Why do I gotta be Jermaine?
'Cause I'm Tito.
Yo, what's he doin'?
Huh? That kid over
there-- What's he doin'?
You know, I've seen that kid.
He's been
here the last couple of times I was here.
Hey, what are you doin'?
Hey! Hey, what's up?
Oh, ***.
Oh, now he's runnin'.
Slow down.
Tommy, what are you doin'?
Hang on.
God.
- Hey, you! Move along!
- Watch out for that traffic.
Now, hold on!
Get your hands off me, man.
Settle down!
Settle down.
I'm a cop.
Settle down.
Settle down.
Come on.
Tommy, what are you doin'?
A little light-headed again.
- Who's that?
- That's my brother.
He's a ***.
It's all right.
Take it easy.
Take it
easy.
You know this kid?
- Like I said, I saw him a couple of times.
- What's wrong, man?
- What are you doin'?
- None of your business.
I'll take you to Father Murphy.
We'll see whose business it is.
What? He's tellin' you he's gonna
take you to see Father Murphy.
You do that.
Yeah, I'd love
to see the look on his face.
- What do you mean?
- He sees me, he'll--
he'll *** himself
all the way up to his collar.
What are you
talkin' about?
I'm Ricky's
older brother.
- Yeah.
- A'ight? And I'm
watchin' that ***-face ***
because I know he's-- he's molestin'
Ricky the same way he molested me.
He started when I was 13.
Lasted almost three years.
When my mother told me that-- that Ricky was
spending a lot of time with Father Murphy, I--
I don't know.
I blame myself.
I should've said somethin'.
Now
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
What are you doing?
Ah, nothin'.
I was just, um, checkin'
to see if your mom had some pills.
- Pills?
- What?
Pills.
Uh-- No, bills.
I
said "bills.
" Like money.
Oh.
Don't be a smart-***.
Are you takin' a poetry class? English.
The teacher is this weird little
gay guy who smells like bacon.
He loves poetry, so we
have to learn a new poem
every week and recite it
like a bunch of dweebs.
He smells like bacon? Yeah.
Um, so this is, like,
romantic poetry, right?
Yeah, there are tons of them.
They're
all stupid though.
You've seen 'em all.
Are there any ones about,
like, uh, women's hair?
I don't know.
Could you go through, see if you
could find a poem that was either
specifically about how
pretty a girl's hair is
or has some parts that is about hair for me,
and just write it down-- copy it down for me?
- Why?
- It's a surprise thing for your mother.
Shh.
-Morning.
- Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
Good morning baby.
What's goin' on?
Mom, Dad's makin' me
copy a poem.
Oh, God.
Do you know what? It is nice to see you
taking an interest in your children's homework.
- I know.
It's not--
Never mind.
My life blows.
Yeah.
Watch your language, please.
Hey, you hungry, babe? I'm gonna have, uh,
somethin' to eat with Mick on the way in.
Hey, did you happen to, um, get
my prescription filled for me?
No.
You forgot
to give it to me.
- So y-you didn't go to
the drugstore then? - No.
It's no big deal.
Just give it
to me, and I'll take care of it.
Yeah, yeah.
I'll just have my
doctor call it in, and then
- you can pick it up when you go to pick up, uh, your stuff.
- Okay.
- Great.
- Hey, what is it?
My thing? Uh, it's--
it's like Advil,
only, you know, bigger.
So, why don't you just take,
like, a big handful of Advil?
You know, it's nothing like Advil.
I don't know why I said that.
It's the same color.
That's
why I said that.
That's why.
- All right.
So you'll, um--
you'll-- You won't forget? - No.
Okay.
I love you.
Bye.
Love you.
Bye.
So what do we do?
Well, there's not much
we can do, Tom.
Come on.
We got a priest who's had two
relationships with 13-year-old boys
over the course of
three, four, five years.
There's gotta be somethin' we can
do.
Yeah.
We got your scumbag brother.
Half-brother.
Your half-cousin.
He'll deny every word of it.
Listen.
As much as I would
like to nail this ***
and run his *** out of the church straight
into Rikers, we don't have anything.
Well, what do you want me to get? Polaroids?
Home movies? Here's me in the Grand Canyon.
Here's me down in the Bahamas, and
here's me bangin' the 13-year-old.
Maybe the kid's got somethin'.
He didn't mention anything.
Oh, you asked him?
I'll ask him.
Physical proof of the
relationship-- that's what we need.
Otherwise, we'd have to catch him
in the act with his little brother.
Oh, God.
All of a sudden, I'm not hungry.
Yeah.
Likewise.
Well, why not? I've already stuck my
little poetic *** out for you once
and got it chopped off in the process.
And that was a great, *** poem.
You tell your little girlfriend I said
so.
She doesn't know *** about free verse.
Lou, look.
You gotta help me out
here, okay? I got nowhere else to go.
She's up my *** lookin' for this
thing, and I got zip from Tommy.
He left me twistin'
in the wind as usual.
Please, Lou? You're the only
real poet I know.
Please?
Well, you know--
since you asked nice, what kind
of thing we lookin' for?
Hey, hey.
Here's your poem,
man.
Sorry it took so long.
That fresh coffee? Looks kinda
old.
Can you make a new, uh, pot?
I'll put on a new pot for
you.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Oh, Tommy, you rock, man.
This is great.
All right.
Thanks
anyway.
Yeah, yeah.
Great.
In the words of Elizabeth
Barrett Browning, "Blow me.
"
Who leaves a space heater on in the middle
of *** summer? It's gotta be a broad.
Ninety-five degrees out, they're still
feelin' a breeze.
It's an oxygen thing.
They spend so much of their day talking about
shoe sales and how their mothers are screwed up--
"Can you believe that shop
in Paris didn't let Oprah in?"
There's no air left inside.
It creates
a vacuum.
The next thing you know, boom.
July in Christmas.
Christmas in July.
Love it.
- Yeah.
- It's Mariel.
Hey, how you doin'? Hey, I--
I got the blood test done.
I'm sorry? The D.
N.
A.
--
It's not the same.
Oh.
Well, yeah.
Listen,
Mariel-- So, um, you wanna
grab dinner and a
couple of drinks tonight?
Look, um, Mariel.
I'm, uh--
I'm actually back with my wife.
I mean, it's not, uh-- you know,
it's not absolutely perfect,
but I'm tryin' to make it work,
you know what I mean?
- So, can you--
- Gotcha.
Um--
bad timing, I guess.
I hate to put it
this way, but, uh,
if things kinda go south,
give me a buzz.
Bye.
Dr.
Feinberg's office.
Yeah.
Hey, this is, um, Jimmy Keefe
callin'-- Sheila Keefe's husband.
Is the-- Is the doc in?
Yes.
- Jimmy Keefe is on the phone.
Put him on.
- Doc?
- Mr.
Keefe.
I need a prescription for this drug.
It
actually was prescribed by an F.
D.
N.
Y.
doc.
I just haven't been able to get down
there, pick it up yet from headquarters.
So I was wondering if you could do me for
it? Called Selectra.
It's basically harmless.
Should be available over the counter,
as far as I'm concerned, and
I was just wonderin'
if you could-- Hello?
- My research has proven to me two things.
- About the drugs?
About you.
You are not Jimmy Keefe.
Jimmy Keefe gave his life in the
tragedy of 9/11.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Let me explain, all
right? Number two--
Yeah?
Whoever you are,
you need far, far more
than Selectra
to cure your many deeply
seated problems, my friend.
Di-i-ick.
Ah!
So what's the deal with this? Well,
y-you call up, and you tell 'em
what kind of service you want, what kind of
hours you need, and they send a bunch of nurses.
I only need one.
I know, but
that's, like, the fun of it.
They send over a bunch,
and you choose one.
It's likeAmerican Idol, you know,
except it's nurses instead of singers,
and you don't get to call up
and vote to see who wins,
and Paula Abdul's not there
acting like a freak show.
Actually, it's not likeAmerican
Idol, but it's really good.
Just give me the number.
It's back at the house.
I'll get it.
She said, you call
today, and they'd send people tonight.
Good.
Hey, Garrity, I-- I never thought
I'd actually hear myself saying this, but
thanks.
No problem, Chief.
I got it.
This is amazing.
It's-- It's
even better than the first one.
Well, what can I say baby?
You inspire me.
I-- I-- I can't believe
you wrote this.
I know.
No.
No.
I-- I--
I really can't.
I'm suspicious now.
What
are you talkin' about, baby?
Laura--
Laura, I told you.
They start here.
They go
through here-- Yeah, yeah--
Heart-head-mouth thing.
That was amazing the first time.
Now something's
just not adding up.
Look.
You said the second poem
sucked and you wanted a third-- Yeah.
That was a test
that ya failed, Franco.
You know, hugs aren't
the answer right now.
So you move in for the kiss if it's
not a hug? What's next-- a *** grab?
Oh, my God!
Laura, I--
I-I was not-- I was not
gonna grab your ***, okay?
This poem is yours.
Not me.
Ah, come on, Lou.
You can tell me.
I sure
as *** know that Franco didn't write it.
How? Well, I really love
the guy, but he's not a poet.
He wrote a shopping list
the other day-- three things.
Took him a half an hour, and he
spelled "peanut butter" with four "T's.
"
There's three of them.
Yeah, but come on.
Anybody can make that mistake-- Okay,
he spelled "Coke" with a capital "K.
"
Well, point taken.
And I really wanted
to believe he was writing this stuff,
but now I know it was just you
doing him a favor.
Wasn't me.
Well, if it wasn't you, then who was
it? Look.
I'm not at liberty to say,
but you're within your
rights to keep asking.
Sean?
The probie?
Not Gavin?
Tommy Gavin?
Hey, I was just callin' to check
in-- see how everything's goin'.
Oh, Tommy, that is so sweet.
Hey, how's it going there?
Just had one call this morning, an electrical
thing.
We knocked it down in 15 minutes.
So, you-- you, uh, runnin' around?
Yes, and I'm getting a lot done.
You didn't happen to, uh, get to
the, uh, drugstore yet, did you?
I'm heading that way.
Did you
call in for your prescription?
I was just about to call
my doctor and call that, uh--
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Yeah.
It's me.
I need you to come over.
Oh, ***.
Tommy? Hello.
What? I--
I'm not coming over.
- She hit me.
- Who?
Debbie.
She punched me in the
face.
I now have a black eye.
All right.
So why you
callin' me, all right?
Call the *** cops.
She sets you on
fire, then you can call me, all right?
Hang on.
No.
No, because she
might be coming back soon.
Janet? Is Tommy Gavin there?
-You're talkin' to him.
Who's this?
-Kevin Vasquez.
Ricky's brother.
Oh, right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How you
doin'? How you doin'? The answer's yes.
- What do you mean?
- I have something: proof.
A letter he sent me, tellin'
me he couldn't see me anymore,
and warning me about not to tell
anyone about what happened between us.
- He signed it?
- Yes, sir.
You wanna nail this guy and get him ***-canned,
all right, take care of him for good?
- My brother's a cop, all right?
- I remember.
You call him.
He'll run the info through
the system, and we'll take this guy down.
- I don't know.
- What about your little brother, huh?
You wanna protect him or not?
I'll-- I'll think about it.
*** it.
I have another
call comin'.
Hang on.
Hello!
I'm still here!
Hold on.
Yeah!
Hey, I lost you.
*** cell phones,
Honey.
Hang on.
Hang on.
I, um-- I just called
the prescription in,
so whenever you wanna work your
way over there would be great.
Okay.
- Is there some rush? - Well, I--
I guess I'm like a lot of people.
- I just-- you know, I like
really fresh medicine.
What?
I gotta go.
I-I love you.
I gotta go.
Bye.
- Bye.
Kid, you there?
- I'm here.
- Christ.
- Tommy, please, please, please, please come over.
I don't want to be here
by myself when she comes home.
I swear to God, I will never ask
you for anything ever again.
Please.
Please, please, please?
All right.
I'll come over.
Okay?
But, so help me God, you better have a black
eye, or otherwise I'm bringin' one with me, okay?
All right.
Bye.
You wrote this?
No.
No.
Don't deny it.
Lou told me everything.
Lou didn't tell you anything.
Nice bluff though.
Hey.
We were just talkin' about
you.
Did you talk to Laura
about the poem
that Franco wrote for her?
- No.
she asked me some questions.
- And what-- what did you say?
Oh, I didn't say anything.
No.
It was all kinda subtext.
O-Okay.
I-- I wrote the first poem
and the last one.
The middle one--
The one that sucked? Yes.
That was-- That was Lou.
I was just doing a friend
a favor, okay?
- Sure you weren't doin' yourself a favor?
- What do you mean?
- You're makin' a move on me.
No!
You don't write
beautiful, gorgeous poetry like
this 'cause you're helpin' out a pal.
Okay.
First of all, I happen
to be back in love with my wife.
I don't know if you've heard the talk
around here, but we're back together.
- You write your wife poetry like this?
- No.
Yes.
Kind of.
It's
complicated.
Complicated how?
Well, it's complicated, because
I'm-- I'm taking these pills now
for something else, but I ended
up writing poetry while I was--
So they're, like, poetry
pills? They're not poetry pills.
They're-- it's-- but I wrote--
I wrote a couple of things on it.
About me.
No.
I mean, yes, in, you know--
in a roundabout way,
but not, uh, what you think.
Why don't you just admit
that you have feelings for me?
I don't have feelings
for you.
Not like that.
But you're attracted to me?
Well, truthfully, I'm-- You're a
very attractive girl.
You're very hot.
- You have a great ***, but you
have one of those-- - Hey, guys.
- What's goin' on?
- Ask your pal.
Yeah, pal.
What's goin' on?
Uh, I was eatin' some ice cream.
I had one of those Biggy Iggy things.
It
was stuck to my lips, and Laura was just--
I gotta call somebody.
Um--
Oh, thank you for coming.
It means a lot to me.
Let's see the eye.
Oh, ***.
I know.
Where did ya meet this
broad-- a holding cell?
Everything was fine.
We were
like two peas in a pod, right?
And then she totally loses it, and she
starts talkin' about how annoying I am,
and how needy I am, and how I
always make everything about me,
and that I'm a drama queen, and
the list just goes on and on and on.
Yeah.
Hard to imagine.
Let me ask you something.
Will you
just stay here for a little while,
in case she comes back-- because
I think I might need moral support.
Not to mention a whip and a chair.
I'm not
gonna get in the middle of this whole thing.
No, no, no.
You won't.
You
won't.
Just sit down.
Okay.
Just stay for a little bit
and sit down.
All right.
Um, you want a whiskey?
- And, uh, soda? You want a club soda.
- Yeah, yeah.
Fine.
Okay.
I'll get it.
Okay.
Kathy, thank you so much for
comin' over at such short notice.
You have a-- an extensive and an impressive
r?sum?.
Yeah, I like helping people.
A lot of nursing.
I like helping
people and opening their eyes
and their ears to the glorious
word of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Uh, Es-- Exper--
Ex-- Es-per-an-za.
Ins-- Es-- What?
Es-- Esp-- Esperanza.
- I like skin.
- I really, really, really,
need the cash.
Thanks a lot for comin' by.
Thanks.
So,
you're back with Janet?
Yeah.
Yeah.
It's goin' great.
That's good.
How's it goin' with--
Um, that's right.
She punched you in the face.
Yeah.
Not goin' good?
No.
No.
Honey, I'm home.
Oh, does she lead with
her left or her right?
Right.
What's up?
We, uh--
We should talk outside.
Okay.
I did not do that to
her.
Okay, you know what?
***.
What are you talking about?
She hit herself? I did not do that to her.
That's what you're tellin' me.
She banged her head on a closet--
on purpose, if you ask
me-- to get you here.
You know what? I love her, but
she still has a thing for you.
- Really?
- Oh, hell, yeah.
I know she got involved
with me on a rebound basis,
and I-- I didn't
care, because
I thought that she was starting to
feel the way I feel about her, and--
But, oh, my God, every other
story was, "Tommy and me,"
and, "Tommy used to say"-- and Tommy
this, Tommy that, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Wow.
Well,
I guess that
makes sense then.
What--
It's crazy, but-- Yeah.
You see what I'm sayin'?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
It's just--
Still--
It's crazy.
Oh, thanks.
She's--
She is just so hot.
And--
Yeah, she--
She is.
Oh, thanks.
And her skin
is so chocolaty, man.
Yeah.
Those nipples--
How great are those?
Yeah.
They--
Hey, uh, um,
listen.
The other night,
when I was goin' down on her,
she was tryin' to tell me about
this special thing that you do,
and I didn't want to hear any more "Tommy"
***, so I ran downstairs, started pouting.
But, um,
I was wondering
if I could ask you--
- About the thing.
- Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Hey, you better get a pen.
Hello?
Hello.
Ah, I'm sorry.
Hi.
Uh-uh-uh, come in.
Come in.
Are you, um, Hazel
Haynes from the Bronx?
No.
I'm Rose Atwell.
I just moved
in next door.
I brought you a pie.
Wow.
Good luck.
He gave me a list.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tommy.
It's me.
Come on.
Look, uh, the kid called.
We ran the signature on the letter.
It matches our half-brother's.
Mickey and me, right now, we're down
outside the church.
The kid's on his way.
You wanna join us?
Yeah.
Perfect end
to a perfect day.
How's this
gonna go down?
Shouldn't be too complicated.
We sit
the jerk down.
We show him what we got.
We tell him he'd better make a new career
choice or else.
Creepy bein' in here at night.
Tell me about it.
The last time I was in a
place like this at night, I was makin' out
with Patty Jenkins,
back in high school.
You know what? Me too, in the
church.
Patty Jenkins? Really?
Mm-hmm.
You? Ah, what a ***.
Three for three.
Yeah,
but she was a holy one.
I wonder where she is now.
Probably
back in that confessional booth
where I left her, with her
skirt hiked up over her head.
Wait a minute.
You banged
her in the confessional? Yeah.
That's--
You know, I'm disgusted
by the two of youse.
- Can I help you?
- Hey, Father, it's just us.
Oh.
Well I hope you're not
all here for confession.
I'll have to call
for some backup.
No, you won't.
We're not the ones
who are gonna be doin' the confessing.
So what does that mean?
- You wanna tell us about Ricky?
What about him?
He's a great kid.
Yeah.
We're sure he is-- or he was
before you put your hands on him.
- What are you insinuating?
- What do you think I'm insinuating?
I don't know.
That's why I'm asking
you.
Tom, you wanna help me out here?
Well, did you
put your hands on him?
That is a pretty disgusting remark to
make, especially in a house of worship.
Gimme a break.
Not all priests engage
in that kind of behavior.
In fact, some of us
can keep it in our pants.
So you're sayin', you're not
involved with this kid, right? No.
- So you never touched him?
- No.
Say it.
We need to hear it, Murph.
I have never touched Ricky.
What about
his older brother?
Can we talk
someplace else?
You know, when I heard
from the Feeneys about--
about what was going on
with your wife--
Hmm.
I just thought, um--
based on what I went through
with my late husband--
that, you know, that we--
we should talk.
- Yeah.
Thanks.
Uh, it's good to talk.
- Yeah.
- How long did your guy last?
- Um, five years.
- Um, he didn't know me.
- Hmm.
He thought I was 25 years
younger.
Wishful thinking.
Bud? Bud!
Oh, I'll be right there.
- She thinks I'm her
brother Bud-- - Oh.
who she's always loved, no matter
what the hell kinda crap he pulled.
- Wishful.
- Wishful.
Yeah.
Anyway, you go.
I'll clean up.
Hey, uh, thanks.
You're welcome.
Thanks.
Kevin was a troubled kid.
He
was one of the altar boys here.
He developed a fixation on me.
I-- I was flattered at first.
He didn't have a role model.
His dad was long gone, but it got unhealthy
very quickly-- from his side, not mine.
I told him we couldn't
interact on any level.
Hey, I figured I would put in for
a transfer, just to be safe.
I don't know.
Maybe he saw
the error of his ways,
but he took off before
I ever put in any paperwork.
So there was nothing ***
between the two of you.
Nothing.
This tells
a different story.
I don't see any mention of
a *** relationship here.
I think a jury'll see that
a little bit differently.
- I think you guys should leave.
- Uh-uh.
Not until you explain--
What is the big deal, huh-- like he was the
only kid who was ever abused? Give me a break.
You wanna know somethin'?
Can I tell you somethin'?
I was abused by a priest.
Yeah.
I was abused.
And you know what? At first
I thought, "Well, isn't this horrible,"
and I wanted to kill myself.
And I thought it was just the worst thing
ever, but you know, then I realized somethin'.
I liked it.
Aw, geez.
Yeah, I liked it.
Made me feel special.
I mean, think about it.
Here's this man--
God's holy messenger on Earth-- and
he wanted to lay his hands on me.
There was somethin'
beautiful about that.
You got nothin' here.
I don't think it's nothin'.
Kevin.
Be honest, Father.
It's a lot more than nothing.
- What are you doin' here?
- What the hell do you think I'm doin' here, huh?
C-Could I talk to him alone?
Do you mind?
- Hey! Quit pointin'--
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, Kevin.
Whoa, Kevin.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Come on.
Come on.
- Kev.
- Kevin, put the gun down.
Come on.
- Admit what you did.
- Kevin.
-Just relax.
Take it easy, okay?
-You want to be alone with me, huh?
- Admit what you did!
- I know what I did.
I can live with that.
Oh, yeah?
Well, live with this.
Oh, no!
-Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Go call somebody.
Hey!
Get up,
you son of a ***.
You piece of ***!
Son of a ***!
God.
I sing it one last time
for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing
that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it
anywhere
Away from here
Light up
Light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear
My voice
I'll be right
beside you, dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives ?
I can hardly speak
I understand
Why you can't raise
your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that ?
All I want's to find
an easier way
To get out
of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just
For a few days
Makin' up for all this mess ?
Light up
Light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear
Cloudland.