Corky Romano Page #2
Wait, wait.
Let me talk to him.
Look, kid, think of this
as your chance to make amends.
You know
you broke your pop's heart...
when you turned your back
on the family business.
I didn't turn my back. They
kicked me out after mom died.
Irregardless, what matters now
What do you say, kid?
Paulie, you get another DUl
you need fixed?
No, I need you to send
something to the FBl.
Can you handle that?
Peter,
look who you're talking to.
I got a 120-gig hard drive...
and a digital connection
NASA would envy.
Whoa!
Is that one of those epsons...
you can print
greeting cards on?
Shut up, Corky.
OK, tell me exactly
what you need.
I need you
with the FBI station
in Park Realm.
Set him up with a fake
background, name, and resume.
And it better be a good one...
because if they don't
accept his transfer...
I'm personally
going to download...
500 megabytes
of my fist up your ass.
Uh, technically,
you'd be uploading that.
But, you know, not
that I'm a computer whiz...
or anything, because I'm not.
Just do the right thing,
Dexter.
I don't want
to have to kill you.
Come on.
Let's settle down, huh?
All right.
What should his name be?
I really don't care
what you call him, Pissant.
Come on, guys.
For my resume,
I'm very good with animals.
Thanks.
If you're going to keep
hanging out with us...
could you at least
try and carry yourself...
a little bit more like us,
please?
Oh, you mean with unmitigated
rage and violence?
Look, stop trying to talk
like mom, all right?
You're too soft.
You complimented that guy
on his equipment...
and then you thanked him
for his time.
I mean, Christ, Corky,
you might as well give him...
a glass of wine
and a handshake.
Are you guys familiar
with the expression...
"you catch more bees
with honey than vinegar"?
You know that one.
Ow! Ow! Ouch!
What is your problem?
Paulie,
where the hell is this place?
- I don't know.
- What place?
The motel.
But I thought I was staying
in the house in my old room.
- You can't stay in the house.
- Why not?
Well, a couple of reasons.
Number one, the house
is under surveillance.
Number two, we turned
your old room into a gym...
and threw out all your sh*t.
God, what is-
Why did-
why did you do that?
- Shut up.
- Listen to your brother.
All right,
pull down your pants.
No.
Corky, I'm not going
to give you a wedgie.
I'm going to put a wire on you.
It's Uncle Leo's idea...
in case you get
in over your head in there.
Let's go. Pull down your pants.
Let's go.
- Hey.
- Come on!
- Stop that.
- Knock it off!
OK. I'm sorry.
Move your hands.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
All right,
give me a sound check.
Go ahead.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
All right, we're good.
We're good. That's good.
- B-i-n-g-
- We're good.
OK. All right.
When you get in there,
keep a low profile.
In and out.
No bullshit. Got it?
All right, you better walk
the rest of the way.
You know what this
kind ofreminds me of?
When I was younger,
and mom dropped me off...
at Camp Young and Chubby
for overweight teens.
And I was crying,
because I didn't want to go...
but at the end of the summer...
I was crying because
I didn't want to leave.
Isn't it weird...
how thingsjust kind of
work out that way?
Fifty bucks says he doesn't
make it through the front door.
There's a man
who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets
he stays a stranger
With every move he makes...
Sir, spread your arms, please.
Odds are he won't live
to see tomorrow...
Could you empty your pockets,
please, sir?
Pull me out!
Empty your pockets,
please, sir.
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
realize you were an agent.
I didn't know
you were with the bureau.
Yes, I am with the bureau.
Ahem. I'm sorry. I just-
I had a little too much coffee.
I'm just a little wired.
Aah!
I mean "wired" as in "jumpy. "
I don't mean "wired"...
as in there's a concealed wire
in my crotch.
I mean, an FBI agent
wearing a concealed wire...
in his crotch-I mean,
that would be crazy, right?
Right?
You can go now, agent.
I will go now. Thank you.
Excuse me.
I had a small confrontation
at the checkpoint...
but don't worry.
I kept a cool head...
and I eradicated
any possible suspicions.
Agent Pissant?
Ah!
Yes. Hi. Uh...
Oh, actually, that's, uh...
that's Pissant.
Well, the transfer came
through at an opportune time.
We could use someone
with your experience...
on our special task force.
Ooh!
A special task force, huh?
That's right.
An elite team I've assembled-
the best of the best...
exclusively devoted
to catching the Night Vulture.
Night Vulture?
Number six
on the most wanted list.
on the east coast...
not to mention
the most sadistic.
Grr!
The last four guys
that pissed him off...
ended up
I asked the coroner
about the weapon.
He says there was none.
That son of a b*tch
did it with his bare hands.
Oh.
station director.
Hi.
This is Brick Davis,
senior agent...
and my right hand man.
Agent Pissant.
Uh, actually,
that's, uh...
it's Pissant.
It's-it's-
You know, it's French.
Davis
is the best man in his field.
Right now,
he's about to take down...
the city's most dangerous
crime boss.
We're all but guaranteed
a conviction.
That's just one down.
By the time I'm finished...
the whole family
will be injail.
I'vejust been
reviewing your resume.
Quite impressive,
but a degree from Harvard...
three commendations
for bravery...
and an olympic medal
for sharpshooting...
won't get you
out of the trenches.
We need all hands on deck
around here.
Good day.
Good day.
Sir? Thank you.
Nice tie.
Thank you.
It should give
some lucky sniper...
a nice target to aim for.
Probably, huh?
Just go. Go.
I want to go home.
- What happened?
- Have you seen my resume?
It says I know
five different languages.
I'm an expert sharpshooter.
I'm a black belt
in something called...
gyoing gyoing gyoing
something?
So the hacker
went a little crazy.
Ah, none of this sh*t matters.
Just go in there
and get the evidence.
Then you can go back
or whatever the hell you do.
- No!
- Get in there.
- No, I don't wanna!
- Get in there!
No, I don't wanna let go!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna let go!
All right. OK, OK.
Put me down. Put me down.
Come here.
Come here, God-
Paulie. This is pointless.
You know what?
We're going to have to have...
for when we break the news
to papa.
OK. I'll do it.
I'm sorry.
Which way to the evidence room?
Thank you.
Hi.
You must be Pissant.
Yeah. Actually, that's...
It's Pissant.
It's-it's French.
I'm Russo, part of
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