State of Grace Page #2

She likes our money,

but not the way we get it.

Why don't you keep it?

Keep your money.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

Sometimes my feelings get hurt too,

you know? The way you snub us.

Take the money, Kathleen.

- Come on, take it.

- All right. Thank you, Jackie.

You're welcome.

So, Terry.

- You just passin' through?

- No. He's coming home.

We're trying to work something out.

If you get above the 40s,

maybe you'll run into me.

It could happen. Right?

- Be up to the angels, I guess.

- Them fucks.

- Well, nice to see you... I guess.

- Same.

My mother-in-law's got

a foot thing I gotta pay for.

- She's got a foot thing.

- She's in the hospital.

It isn't up to me, all right?

Hey, Stevie! I got a surprise for you!

Don't bother me. I'm negotiatin'.

- Hey, negotiator!

- I don't believe this!

Terry f***in' Noonan!

- Where the f*** have you been?

- F***, look at you.

Scary Terry. What the f*** is this?

- You go to the seminary? You don't write.

- He's bigger than me now.

- It's been a long time.

- Ten years.

- 12 years.

- We're doin' business.

Hey, Stevie. 300 bucks here, Stevie.

It ain't even gonna cut it.

- Where'd you find these two idiots?

- They come lookin' for me.

They take my money. I work

my ass off for it and they take it.

Listen. This punk owes

Jimmy Cavello eight grand.

Cavello's got cuff links

cost more than that.

Eight grand buys Jimmy

a Broadway ticket. Let's talk business.

They're out of spumone,

you blame the waiter?

What do we have, another mick

to contend with? What's going on?

- You heard what I said.

- Where you f***in' been?

The last guinea around here was

Columbus. He only lasted a week.

Are you some kind of f***in' a**hole,

or just taking lessons?

Hey, I'll kill you!

You want to f*** with me?

You want to do that?!

What do you want to do, a**hole?

Play it out? Let's straighten this out here.

Tommy! Tommy, it's over!

It's over, man!

Cocksucker. Who do you think

you're f***in' with, eh?

You'll be hearing from

Jimmy Cavello, Stevie.

Hope that was your favourite gun.

I hope you loved that gun.

You don't know who you f***ed with!

You motherf***er.

F*** 'em.

- You f***in' guys.

- You got it all?

You're better than the cavalry.

You saved me from the guineas.

- They was gonna burn you at the stake.

- I'm glad you're back. I missed you.

We'll take this town apart

on St Patty's Day.

Stevie, there's a horse runnin'

called Old Friend Arrives.

No sh*t. Look at this.

You saved my ass,

now you'll win me money.

I love ya. I gotta go.

OTB opens in ten minutes.

- Hey, today's my lucky day.

- See ya later.

Luckiest day he ever had,

his dog got run over.

- Is he f***ed up or is he f***ed up?

- I wouldn't let him operate on me.

You'd have to be dead two years first.

I'm gonna call Frankie

about taking you on.

We'll probably have to

go to Jersey to see him.

Jersey? Frankie lives in Jersey?

Yeah. What's the f***in' world coming to?

I want to have kids. I just gotta

find the right broad, like Frankie did.

She'd let me f*** around on weekends,

and make pancakes before Sunday Mass.

- Like Irene, maybe.

- Who's Irene?

I spend one night with her, my eyes

are crossed for days. I walk into walls.

- I'd like to meet her.

- She's mine.

- Uncle Jackie!

- Hey.

Hey, hey. Lola, come here.

Look what the f***in' cat dragged in.

Nice to see you, Terry.

You remember Maureen?

- How you doin'?

- Come on inside. We should talk.

- I'm Pat.

- How you doin'?

Play with the kids, OK, Jackie?

Teach 'em how to kneel or something.

You want to see my gun, hm?

Before you began exploiting these

pathetic skanks' addictive personalities,

- Where were you?

- A lot of different places.

Tell me about one.

- Texas.

- No sh*t?

I did my bit with the Corps.

Worked an oiI rig for a while.

Spent a couple of years driving

heavy machinery in Oklahoma.

Even rode a jackhammer in Milwaukee.

You picked some very odd f***in' places.

- No time in the slam, huh?

- No.

You're lucky.

I gotta say, when you was a kid,

I never took you for a shooter.

You weren't somebody I'd expect to drop

two guys, like I hear you did in the Bronx.

I'll do a good job for you. Take me on.

We'll see.

You wouldn't regret it.

- What do I have to do?

- It's gonna be a hoot, man.

Check him out, Pat.

Find this DeMarco guy

Jackie says is the hit.

If things check out,

relocate DeMarco in a dumpster.

Noonan's with us, I don't want the cops to

look at us for drug bullshit from the Bronx.

This is how me and Frankie deal with

guys tearing apart the neighbourhood.

Easier than sending a telegram.

Don't cost as much.

These guys get rich evicting

the real people who live here.

They kick out the Irish

to build yuppie nests.

Yuppies gotta be thicker

than the rats and the roaches.

A**holes can't live without their dogs.

Got dog sh*t all over the sidewalk.

It never used to be that way.

Used to be, you dropped a cone,

you could pick it up and finish it.

People wander the streets homeless

cos of these a**holes.

- So we're like Robin Hood here.

- Yeah. And I'm Friar F***.

- What the f*** you doin'?

- 100-yard dash.

- 100-yard dash?

- Yeah.

Are you f***in' crazy?

You'll blow up the whole place.

I'll only do it if you really want to, Terry.

All right. All right, you f***in' a**hole.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

OK.

One.

Two.

Three!

Neighbourhood, one! Yuppies, zero!

Come on.

Bartender. Guinness.

I want you to meet Irene, man.

- Irene.

- Pleased to meet ya, Terry Noonan.

What you two boys been doin'?

Playing with matches?

- Tell you later, OK?

- You can tell me all night.

It's a long story.

What you gonna do?

- Maybe I'll come back.

- Yeah, the hell you will.

Jackie, what the f*** are you doin'?

- Get the f*** off me!

- Rock 'n' roll!

- Look what you did.

- See you later, Terry.

- Have a good flight.

- Thank you very much.

Hi.

You mind I'm here?

No. No, but it's busy.

What possessed you?

Listen, I have a break in an hour.

- Meet you here?

- Sure.

- Or outside?

- Here's OK.

- Outside's better.

- OK.

I love your uniform.

Is this your dinner break?

You wanna go eat?

Yeah, we could.

I'm not hungry, really.

Frankie's kids are cute.

His wife looks great next to him in court.

They're some Laura Ashley

suburban mutation.

He commutes,

she drives a station wagon.

So what are we doin'?

I wanted to see you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Where's Jackie? Did he stand you up?

He ran into Irene.

What a slut.

So how come you don't have a boyfriend?

I do have a boyfriend. He's out of town.

I met him at the hotel. He travels a lot.

I'm lying. I recently broke up.

- I'm divorced.

- Divorced? Really?

Any kids? I hope not.

Six months ago. Yeah, no kids.

- Let's go dancing.

- Don't you want dinner?

- Don't you have to go back?

- I got somebody.

I called the girl who works the other shift.

I begged her. We can do that.

You want to go dancing with me?

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