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for something better.
And you proved that.
I just wanted to be
part of the family...
just on my own terms.
You are part of the family.
You're my son.
For what it's worth, I believe
you didn't do those things.
And I think I know why
they think you did.
Peter! Paulie! Come quick!
Leo, call the doctor!
He's gone, Leo.
His last words, Leo,
he was calling out for you.
Now's your chance
to make your peace.
Why would Pissant
steal the evidence?
He's been in bed
with 'em since day one.
I just hope
God, I haven't been
on a raid in ten years.
All right, ladies.
Are we ready to rock and roll?
Look, pop...
I may be a liar,
and I may be a coward...
but all I ever wanted was
a shot at running the business.
I'm sorry I gave you
a heart attack, you old jerk.
I just wanted you
out of the way.
Oh!
But I swear to God, pop,
if you were alive right now...
I'd tell the feds that none
of the sh*t I said was true.
I swear on my father's name.
That rat bastard.
Oldjerk, huh?
Sorry, Leo.
Just lookin' out
for the family.
Corky! You set this up?
And now you're going
to arrest me?
Ha! That's a laugh.
You're the biggest p*ssy
in the world.
Don't you ever
call my son a p*ssy.
You know, I can't believe
we trusted you, Leo.
So now you're giving out
lectures on ethics?
Ha! Yeah, I know that one.
So what are you?
A fed or one of them?
I'm one of them.
I was pretending to be a fed.
Because?
Because I didn't think
my father...
deserved to die injail.
So where did I fit
into your little plan?
I may be illiterate,
but I'm not stupid.
Freeze.
- Who the hell are you?
- Brick Davis.
Oh. Freeze, Brick.
Freeze!
Drop your weapons! Now!
Put 'em on the ground!
- Drop your weapons!
- Drop it!
You put the gun down!
Put your weapons down!
Russo, you wanna tell me...
what the hell's going on here?
- Sir, these-
- What's going on?
The guy that did it
just run out of the room...
and you're standing here
in your orange tie...
wondering what's going on.
Sir, Corky went after
the real criminal.
I knew it.
Corky's one of us!
OK.
Uhh!
Better face facts, little man.
Your luck just ran out.
Wanna tell me what time it is,
Mr. Night Vulture?
Good one. I'll take that.
You know, I never thought
I'd live to see the day...
that an FBI agent
would be peddling smack.
Don't act so surprised.
J. Edgar Hoover
used to wear a dress.
Just tell me why, Brick.
I don't know. I suppose
it made him feel sexy.
Not Hoover, you!
- Time for the meeting.
- What meeting?
The meeting
between your genitals...
and this knife.
- What's going on?
- He's the Night Vulture.
What? Corky, watch out.
Nim... ha!
- Move in!
- Let's go!
What the hell are you doing?
Brick is the Night Vulture.
It's true, sir.
Oh, God, Howard.
Take me away. Oh!
My God, Corky. That's two
you've given us today.
No, sir.
That's two we've given you.
Heh. Well.
Looks like we have more
to look forward to, huh?
I'm afraid not, Howard.
I got other plans.
Hmm. Heh heh heh.
Let's go.
Let's hit the gym.
Yay, Corky!
Bravo!
Russo!
Corky,
you made me so proud of you.
- I love you.
- I love you, too, daddy.
I got an announcement to make.
My son here, this big lug...
he's a fruit,
and I don't care who knows it.
Come here, you gay bastard.
I love you.
I love you, too.
The other one,
he can't read a stop sign.
And I wouldn't have it
any other way.
Come here,
you freakin' retard.
I love you.
Corky, get out of here before
I punch you in the mouth.
OK, dad.
Hey, Corky, good luck
with the vet business.
Oh!
I know you're gonna do
just fine.
Dr. Kipper,
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
"L" is
for the way you look at me
"O" is for the only one I see
"V" is very, very
extraordinary
"E" is even more than
anyone that you adore can
Love is all
that I can give to you
Love is more than
just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart
Love was made for me and you
"L" is for the way
you look at me
"O" is for the only one I see
"V" is very, very
extraordinary
"E" is even more than
anyone that you adore can
Love is all
that I can give to you
Love is more than
just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart
Love was made for me and you
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