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it was most profitable.

And I added four houses

in my time here.

Yeah, but you could've added more.

- Maso, Look...

- Mr. Pescatore.

I ran Ybor. I ran Tampa.

- Do you ever have a problem?

- You did more than that.

You ran the whole coast.

You boxed out Albert.

Put him in a little

bish corner in Miami.

I've been through the books.

You made as a force down here.

And now what? No Irish need of life?

What can I be?

What I f***ing tell you to be.

Before you get a f***ing

pop in your mouth.

Mick.

You can be conciliere.

You teach Digger the ropes.

Meet people.

Teach him to fish.

But you need to take a haircut.

What kind of a haircut?

Digger gets your take.

Look, Mr Pescatore.

I think it's a fabulous idea.

Digger comes out here takes over.

We'll run Florida.

We'll take over Cuba.

But my take's gotta stay

somewhere nearer it is.

And there is no power

in being crew-boss

to shake it down long showman.

You ever think maybe

that's the point, smart-guy.

You need me. I built this.

We could use you.

But I'm sensing a

lack of gratitude.

So am I.

You work for me, not the spics

of n*ggers you hang out with.

If I tell you to clean the sh*t out

of my toilet, Guess what you do?

I can kill your c*nt

girlfriend and burn

your house to amber,

if I feel like it.

So do want to be crew boss or

clean the sh*t out of my toilet?

I'm accepting applications for both.

I guess it's crew boss.

That's my boy.

You want a dinner tonight?

We have a few night spots set aside.

You know, Joseph,

what I like about Albert White?

What?

Is that he knows Tampa too.

Which means nobody needs you,

dumb f***.

My fortune's have

changed a little bit.

Me and Maso we patched things off.

Turns out when you

blew the casino deal,

He looked to me to help his son.

And that was just the start.

You need to trust the

people you work with.

We don't get into this

game to play second.

To back the rumble horse.

That's it.

You thought you would be eating

tomorrow looking at the f***ing sun.

Think again.

Take your last look

because you die now.

Wait.

Albert,

I have something you want to see.

Something that if you do not see,

you regret your whole life.

You would never forgive yourself.

- She is dead.

- She look dead to you?

Where is she?

She's in the f***ing picture,

Albert.

Where is she?

I would love to tell you,

I'd love walking out of here more.

That's an old one.

You just folded up an old one.

That's what I thought too.

Look at... the guy in the

corner with the newspaper.

That was last month.

So you tell me, or I'll put

you in the f***ing ground.

I loved her too, Albert.

Like you loved that woman?

Yeah. She a n*gger or a spic?

She's both.

Nee.

Where the f*** are they?

Why don't you ask Albert?

He knows Tampa.

Do you know why all the molasace

and rum that come into Florida...

comes through Tampa, Maso?

- The tunnels.

- What tunnels?

The ones running underneath

this neighborhood.

That's how they get the booze in.

That's where my men are right now.

Your guys there, standing around,

guarding the front door...

but that ain't where we are coming.

We coming for you, Maso.

But we're coming from below.

Go. Go.

Go.

- You cleared the room?

- Everything. The whole floor.

Seppe, go get another look.

Boss,

they spotted Coughlin downstairs.

- He even get a scratch?

- A cut on the head.

I don't suppose you can wait for

him to die of blood poisoning.

I don't think we got

that kind of time.

It's a hard thing for a man...

to have a son this stupid.

All clear, boss.

I want you to cover the

door and the stairs...

Like Roman f***ing Centaurians.

Pour me one. Will you?

- Where were you hiding?

- Hiding?

When Seppe cleared the room?

He's sitting right here.

I asked him if he wanted to work for

someone who will be alive tomorrow.

That's all it took?

That, and you wanted to put a

f***ing dance like Digger in charge.

We had a good thing going here,

and you f***ed it all up in one day.

You know how many people died here

because of your simple wop bullshit?

Maybe someday you'll have a son,

and you will understand.

What will I understand?

How is my son?

Your son is dead now.

They would have killed

every last one of us

hunted us down,

you know that.

They did not expect to see old age.

Neither do I.

I had this whole thing I was

gonna set up before I killed them.

Too late.

Alright.

I don't wanna see anyone

else getting killed today.

Hey you guys wanna die?

No, Mr Coughlin.

Well who wants to go back

up to Boston. Go ahead.

But if any one wants

to stay down here,

when the sun is warm and

the girls are pretty...

We got jobs for you.

But I'm finished.

You want the boss, go to him.

He runs things now.

Any confusion on that?

Good.

Graciela.

Hey, let's go.

We got this f***ing mess.

Dion ran the crew for eight years,

and he was right.

He did not see the old age.

Say what you have to say.

Say what?

You had the record thought

you just make the best of it?

- No.

- Then what?

What happened, Emma?

Once the cops tried to chased me...

I said to the driver

that the only way

to get away was to

drive off the bridge...

- but he would not listen.

- So?

So I shot him.

We went into the water, I swam out,

ran to the nearest house.

He was a fisherman.

Oh he was happy to take me in.

you didn't wanna reach me?

If I put my head out they

would have killed me.

I didn't owe you.

I mourned you for years.

Why do not you tell me how bad

I'm supposed to feel for you?

Maybe if I had a police chief father

from a nice part of Ireland...

but I just had to make too.

Did you ever love me?

We had a laugh Joe.

Yeah. Sure there were moments,

but you had to make it

something it wasn't.

Which was what?

A lie.

You know we are not God's children.

We are not fairy tale

people in a true love book.

We dance like motherfuckers so

the grass can't grow under foot.

I'm free, Joseph.

If you wanna come by now,

you got an open invitation.

We always had a lot of laughs.

I don't wanna be free.

No, Come on.

That's all we ever wanted.

That's what you wanted,

and now you got it.

Goodbye, Emma.

We built Graciela's casitas for

abandoned women and children...

who needed a place to stay.

We named our son after my father.

But he was thoughtful,

kind like his mother.

Repent.

Repent.

Repent.

Repent.

Is that for me?

Come here, sweetheart.

Repent.

- Tomas.

- Repent.

Repent.

Repent.

Repent.

Are you alright?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

On Saturdays I take

my son to the shows.

Two tickets for Riders

of the Eastern Ridge.

Some little German guy is

making trouble overseas.

I don't believe they will

fight another war though.

No percentage.

My son loved the show.

It was about an honest

sheriff in a dirty town.

All he could talk about was getting

his own badge when he grew up.

That's my brother.

That was my brother's name.

That's your uncle.

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