State of Grace Page #3

Come on, Terry. No one forgets

their first love. You know that.

Just the slow ones?

Just the slow ones.

Well, you tell us that we're wrong

You tell us not to sing our song

Nothing we can say will make you see

You got a heart of stone

you can never feel

You say:
oh, I'm not afraid,

it can't happen to me

- Yeah?

- DeMarco. Buick's out front.

- Point him out.

- You gotta be kidding me, man.

In the corner. At the table.

Just wanted change.

I understand you knew a Terry Noonan.

Get out of my face. I don't know no one.

- What's this?

- We're gonna go for a little walk.

- What are you, a cop?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- I don't know no one.

- Come on.

- I don't!

- Yeah?

- Hey, Terry. Terry, it's me, Jackie.

Frankie wants us on the job.

Now? It's two in the morning, man.

This is one of Frankie's peak hours.

- How are you, Mr Raferty?

- I'm fine, Stevie.

I got you five cases of Bushmills.

Nobody drinks it, Flannery.

It costs too much.

I'm selling it cheap. 900 bucks for

all five cases. I'm doing you a favour.

Mikey McDonnell ran

the same scam on me for 500.

Might be the reason

Mikey didn't leave nothing in his will.

I ain't paying for any

goddamn Bushmills I don't need.

Jackie, check out the bar.

- See what this gentleman needs.

- Sure thing, Frank.

Stevie, what are you doing

with these bums?

Stevie, are you gonna let

this d*ckhead insult us like that?

Looks like they're low. Bar got crowded

tomorrow, it'd go dry in an hour.

Ain't givin' you a f***in' cent, Flannery.

What are you doing?

It's like beating up your grandfather.

- Shut the f*** up.

- You shut the f*** up.

- Don't tell me to shut up.

- F*** you. You shut the f*** up.

- I won't tell you again! Shut up!

- The man's 50 years old!

- Shut up!

- You shut up!

- F*** you!

- Stevie, shut up!

- You ain't my f***in' father!

- Hey, Stevie!

Hey, Pat! F*** you! Shut up!

- I want your opinion, I'll dial your a**hole.

- Nicholson's the a**hole.

What the f*** is goin' on here?!

- Terry! Get outta here!

- What's the matter, tough guy?

Get outta here!

Get outta here!

Pat, you do what I'm telling you!

Get outta here!

The bunch of you,

get the f*** outta here!

Get outta here!

I want the balance in two days, Raferty,

or you can scratch your name

out of the Yellow Pages.

- What the f*** were you doin'?

- He hit Stevie.

I know he hit him. He was supposed to.

He acted like an a**hole.

Why do we have to

beat the sh*t out of an old man?

To scare him, you clown.

He was scared. He was already scared.

We're trying to intimidate this d*ckhead.

Then we're in a self-inflicted brawl

acting like a bunch of cowboys.

The one thing Borelli don't want!

He'll piss on us if he thinks

we lost our manners.

Frankie, I was f***in' proud of ya.

Acting like yourself for a change,

jumping in there. Not like a greaseball.

You check with Borelli before you sh*t.

I don't know who you are half the time.

- F*** you.

- I'm sorry if I love you.

- You're my brother.

- You're a curse.

- I've taken care of you my whole life.

- You were doin' a good job of it, too.

You f*** me up again,

the whip comes down.

- You got that? You understand me?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- Terry.

What's the matter?

Terry, what is it?

Now, Frankie, if we're gonna work

together, I got a little problem.

Somehow I got to solve it.

Is it something I could

help you with, Mr Borelli?

Stevie McGuire.

Lives in your neighbourhood.

- You know him?

- Yeah, I know him.

It's true. He runs some errands for me.

It's also true he owes

Jimmy here eight grand.

Now, eight grand's not a lot of money.

I got guys out there owe me 80.

Except I know I'm gonna

get it back from them.

It's really not the eight grand

that's got Jimmy and me upset here.

It's this McGuire kid's attitude.

Jimmy here goes asking for our money,

and this McGuire kid, he spills

a drink on Jimmy's new cashmere.

Did it deliberately.

This is what Jimmy tells me.

Now Jimmy can't get the stain out.

He's been to six f***ing cleaners,

and the best they could do was fade it.

This kid just doesn't have

any respect for Jimmy here.

And if he's got no respect for Jimmy,

he's got no respect for me.

Frankie, the most important thing

in doing business is good manners.

And I really don't think it would be proper

for us to have to go into your

neighbourhood to solve our problem.

Understand?

Frankie, don't make a mess.

You kids from the Westside.

I'm not a connoisseur,

but I know my wine.

I know my way around if I'm at a table.

Not just by the names.

- How you doin', Stevie?

- Hi, Pat.

- We gotta talk.

- Not tonight, Pat, all right?

I'm right in the middle of

telling her my life story.

Yeah, well, it won't take long. I promise.

I gotta step outside. I'll be right back.

Cindy, right? Sandy. I'm sorry.

What's goin' on, Pat?

The eight grand you owe Jimmy Cavello.

Should have quit at two.

Cavello? What have you

got to do with Cavello?

How you doin', Stevie?

You won't cut me over eight grand

don't even belong to you.

It ain't my habit to cut people up.

I've been working on the eight grand.

I've been chipping away at it. Let me

make a phone call. I'll check on it.

You should've made it yesterday,

Stevie. Rent's overdue.

Frankie, it's me, all right?

We grew up together. We're friends.

Don't give me that bullshit.

My friends don't owe money.

You f***! F*** you, Frankie,

you motherf***er!

F*** you. You son of a b*tch!

Get the f*** off me!

Get the f*** off me!

- Give me the knife. Got the knife?

- Yeah. Here.

You shouldn't have f***in' said that,

Stevie. I was gonna let Pat do this.

Pat's the expert.

Me, I'm just an amateur.

You did better than

you thought you would.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Hi. Please

leave a message after the beep.

Where the f*** are you?

Terry. Kathleen. Stevie's dead.

- Stevie's f***in' dead.

- Jack? Jack, where are you?

Aw, look what they f***in' did!

- Kate.

- Hello, Frankie.

- What are you doin'?

- Frankie! Frank!

You see this, man?!

- You see this?

- What are you doin' here, Kathleen?

Oh, Jesus! They cut his throat, the fucks!

- You shouldn't have brought Kathleen.

- I want to go.

- Kathleen, I'd like to buy you breakfast.

- I gotta go.

Whoever did it, the f***er doesn't

get his cappuccino in the morning.

And I do it. I f***in' whack him out!

- Don't you jump to conclusions.

- Hey! Hey, Terry!

I'll be right back.

- What did Frankie say?

- Stevie never hurt nobody.

I hurt people. Frankie hurts people.

Stevie borrowed money, that's all.

Who'd kill him over f***in' money?!

You act surprised? Are you serious?

This surprises you?

Every time you turn around

somebody's dead.

- What?

- How many wakes did we go to as kids

because somebody forgot to pay money?

Every time we turn around

somebody's dead, huh? Bullshit!

Hey! See?

Hey! See?

Stevie never hurt nobody!

F*** you!

You'll hunt him down. You three

will conduct an investigation

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