By the Gun Page #6

No. Nick don't live here.

Who are you?

You his brother? Look, Nick's in deep sh*t.

Where the f*** is he?

Why don't you go f*** yourself?

Come back later.

What? Hey! Hey, hey.

Don't f***ing close the door on me.

- What are you doing?

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- I got this. Dad, I got this.

- Just calm down.

- Get in the house. Please.

- Come on, what are you gonna do?

- Get in the house.

- You got a problem here?

- Yeah. F*** you! Look...

This is private property.

- Get the hell out of here.

- I don't give a f***.

You tell your brother

Joe came by.

Okay? And I'm gonna find him,

so you might as well tell me where he is.

We wouldn't tell you where he

was even if we knew. Let's go.

Come on. Get... Get off...

- Get off my...

- Don't put your f***ing hands on me.

This is

private property.

Get your f***ing

hands off me.

Don't put your

f***ing hands on me.

- F*** you!

- This is private property.

What are you gonna do?

You got a f***ing problem?

Get out of here!

Don't put your f***ing hands on me again,

old man. You hear me?

Listen, your son's

a f***ing punk, all right?

He did the wrong thing

to the wrong f***ing people.

You're a punk.

I'm a punk?

He's gonna pay the f***ing price.

Vito, no!

Hey, Vito!

Get back!

Vito! Get out of here!

Go home, guys! Vito!

- Get the f*** off me!

- Just go home!

You want to f*** with me?

Here you go!

- Motherf***er!

- Vito!

- No!

- Come on!

Dad?

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on! Get in the car!

Let's go! Tom, get in the car!

What the f***?

My brother's gonna

f***ing kill you!

You're okay. Come on. You're okay.

Please, Pop.

Can you hear me, Pop?

Can you hear me?

Get him in the car.

Help me get him in the f***ing car.

- Help me get him in the f***ing car!

- Nicky, Nicky. Nick. Nick.

F***!

F***!

I gotta talk to Sal.

Where is he?

He ain't gonna see you, Nicky.

Don't f*** with me, Jerry.

Where are they?

I'm gonna f***ing kill him!

That Joe is a f***ing dead man.

No, no. You're not.

We're gonna take care of things now.

You need to

f***ing relax, Nicky.

They killed my father, Jerry.

I'm sorry, Nicky.

Things are a mess right now.

They found Tony up in Lynn.

In a f***ing bag.

And that guy in

the parking garage.

He was straight,

though, wasn't he?

He got in the way.

People get in the way.

In the way.

In the way of what?

Doesn't matter.

You didn't kill him, did you, Nick?

I told Sal to bring you in.

I put myself on the line for you.

Your own father didn't care

if you was alive or dead.

- It's not f***ing true.

- Here's what's true!

Get out of town.

Forget this girl.

Forget Sal. Forget this.

- Forget this, this thing we have.

- Jerry.

Jerry.

Look...

Hey, man, I'm so sorry.

Look.

This is what we gonna do.

We find them all one by one

and then murder those fucks.

No reaction to that?

What's the matter?

- No emotion?

- Shut up, George.

Nick, they killed

your f***ing father.

I said shut

the f*** up, all right?

You having second thoughts about

what needs to be done here?

Why?

Is it because you're

banging that whore?

That clown's f***ing daughter?

Or is it because your boss,

Sally Jane Fungulo, might get mad?

You're afraid of that?

Nick, we had to kill Tony.

How many times

did he disrespect you?

Disrespected your friend?

You listen to me.

What happened the other night

never happened, all right?

I know you, George.

You got a big f***ing mouth.

A few weeks go by.

You get 10 deep in some bar.

And suddenly

everyone in Southie

gets the idea that what never happened,

happened.

Who are you talking to?

You talking to me?

I run my f***ing mouth?

You're an ungrateful f***.

It wasn't enough that I saved your

f***ing pretty ass in Shirley?

That's not enough?

It ain't enough that I'm f***ing

cutting you in on all my action

just so you can kick it back to

these filthy f***ing guineas?

It ain't enough?

It ain't enough that I

gotta drive you around

to suck all

the d*cks you gotta suck?

Guys like Joe?

That's what bullets were invented for.

Kill that f***er.

You gotta kill him.

You ain't like me.

You ain't nothing like me.

You're a f***ing wannabe.

A f***ing wannabe.

Talking about all that

"restoring order to the North End" sh*t.

You never had it in you.

You're a f***ing poser.

You never had it in you!

You're a f***ing fraud.

You shut your mouth.

Everything you say is a lie.

Everything you think

is a f***ing delusion.

You shut your f***ing mouth.

Everything you believe

is a f***ing delusion.

I said shut your f***ing mouth!

You hear me?

You know who knew you were

a fraud more than anyone?

Your old man.

Nice f***ing friend I have.

Nice f***ing friend I have.

You know who your friends are?

Big f***ing mafioso man!

Look at you.

You're a made man now.

You're a made man!

Where are your friends now?

Where are your

f***ing friends now?

I can count

mine on one finger!

Hey.

I've been calling you.

Can I come in?

I have to go to work soon.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen, some guys came around

asking where my father is.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Do you know

anything about that?

I have to go away for a while.

What do you need?

Do you know

where my father is?

Nick.

Would you go away with me?

Nick.

Would you?

Where's my father?

F*** you!

What the f*** is

wrong with you?

Why did you do that?

Why did you do that?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He's with the girl?

Get rid of him.

What are you doing?

I'm dropping this off for you.

That's for you.

Where you going?

I gotta take

care of some stuff.

Let me go with you.

That's for you.

Hey!

F*** you.

Don't f***ing follow me.

Move over.

Let's take a drive.

I'm not surprised

to see you, Niccolo.

It's done.

This thing

that you have.

This

family.

It's all I ever wanted.

But it's done.

Why don't you put that down?

You destroyed

everything I ever cared about.

And now, I'm going

to f***ing kill you.

What the f*** have you done?

What have I done?

I've done what I needed to do.

Yeah?

You let those guys go over to my house.

My f***ing house.

Killed my father. My girl.

Your father didn't care

if you was alive or dead.

You might as well

have been an orphan.

I gave you something

and you threw it away.

You do all that,

start killing people in cold blood

so he finally approves of you?

Like he's looking down

from heaven all proud?

Let me tell you something. Oh.

He ain't looking down

on you from nowhere.

You're gonna have to

kill all of us, Nick.

There ain't many left.

But there's enough for you.

Let me ask you

a question, Sal.

You ever been in love?

Of course.

Who hasn't been in love?

Sal. I need a pick-up.

Need a lighter.

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