State of Grace Page #4

untiI you find somebody

who maybe did this.

I'm glad I saw this. I was forgetting

how you are, how you think.

- It's crazy of me to be near any of you.

- Let me straighten it out.

I shouldn't be seeing you.

Can we stop? Let's just stop.

- Don't do this.

- I'm not gonna get caught... No!

I won't get caught in this any more.

I'm not falling back.

What about me? Huh?

What about me? Hold on.

- Let's go.

- No, hold on!

Here.

What about me?

All right, f*** it. I'll call you.

I'll f***in' call.

- Let's go. I gotta go somewhere.

- Where?

Remember Mickey Cassidy? His sister

didn't wear panties to dance class?

He's dead too. He was

dumb enough to become a cop.

I gotta go to the funeral.

It's over in Queens.

- I can't stand driving in Queens.

- You want me to drive?

No. Then I'd have to look out the window.

Ain't gonna be like this when we go.

Probably paste shamrocks on our

foreheads, drop us next to an expressway.

And two years later,

build a f***in' mall on top of us.

People walking all over us

to get a f***in' milkshake.

I'm feeling squirrelly, man.

All this f***in' marching music.

I want a drink.

- What do you want?

- Heineken.

Two Heineken.

Cassidy's old man.

Better go pay my respects. You coming?

Go ahead.

A couple of Buds.

I'm Jackie Flannery. I knew Mickey.

Ain't smart, marching in a parade.

You're supposed to be dead.

If DeMarco were here,

he'd think he was seeing ghosts.

DeMarco is a ghost.

Somebody left him in a dumpster

in his favourite neighbourhood.

Call me.

I gotta get outta here.

I feel like I'm on Mars.

I feel surrounded.

- The guineas did Stevie, didn't they?

- Stevie owed everybody.

- Hey.

- All right. You ready?

- Yeah.

This Stevie McGuire they found floating

in the East River, he's part of this?

- Cavello did it.

- Could Flannery have been involved?

He didn't hit one of his own

for no reason.

- Money's always a reason.

- He didn't owe Frankie money.

As a favour, to impress Borelli.

Stevie ain't wrapped in a ribbon,

but Borelli's sense of

self- importance is soothed

that this goofball ain't

walking the streets no more.

You gotta get me outta this.

I'm gonna get caught up in this sh*t.

- What?

- I don't know what I'm doing here.

- You're a cop.

- These guys are my pals.

You smell like a distillery. You drink

too much. How much are you drinking?

Just listen to me.

Please f***in' listen to me.

- You gotta get me outta this.

- I gotta get you outta this?

- You're talking like my grandma.

- F***!

I'm drinking too much. You're right.

Jackie's my friend. My best f***in' friend.

I thought I could walk in

and do this, but I can't.

- It'll get outta control.

- It's a bullshit attack of feelings.

Just surgically remove the f***ers.

Get on with putting these

scumbags off the street.

You think I went to Boston to be a cop

cos I hated Boston crooks so much?

No, to get away. To get as far away as

I could so that this could never happen.

I'd never be in such circumstances

where I'd have to arrest my own friends!

These animals are your friends?

Hey, what do you know about it?

I don't know you.

Where are you from?

Poughkeepsie? White Plains?

- Stop drinking, Noonan.

- That's what I'm saying, you f***in' idiot!

That's all they do is drink.

I'm Irish muscle in these circumstances.

We drink, we shoot people,

and I'll get caught in it.

I'm warning you,

I gotta go back to Boston.

You're talking like an a**hole.

I'll run the f*** away,

where none of you can find me.

Jesus Christ, I thought you

Kitchen guys were tough guys.

We're not tough, Nick!

- Just crazy.

- You ain't either.

You're a f***in' crybaby.

Oh, God.

You gotta get something on Flannery.

Hey. Come on.

You gotta get something on Flannery.

You gotta see something

we can accuse him of.

You can get on the witness stand and say

"Him. F*** him. Put him away. "

It ain't gonna work.

Borelli and Flannery make that deal,

people will drop dead all over the city.

If that happens, Noonan,

the blood's on your hands.

It's a difficult situation.

We're here, they're there in their world.

Looks like Borelli's

gonna let us in. Now this.

- How'd you find out?

- People saw him take Stevie to the car.

Cavello was there. They all drove away.

- They think they can do this to us.

- I know that.

They don't respect us.

Cavello's head has gotta roll.

Yes, but first we're gonna show some

maturity. Can you show me maturity?

- I'm talking about the neighbourhood.

- I'm talking about I am your boss.

Borelli says nobody gets hit.

We don't have his permission.

The neighbourhood's disappearing

in a tide of yuppies and dog sh*t.

Borelli's our ticket

so we can retire to Phoenix.

Cavello keeps gettin' up in the morning

till I say different. You got that?

Or you want me to put it

in writing on your forehead?

Jack?

Jack?

You listening to me, Jackie?

- Stop it!

- Terry, Terry, wait. Hold it.

Jackie, stop it!

He wasn't doin' nothing!

Hey, whoa, Jack. Jackie!

You f***in' maniac! F***in' maniac!

You're crazy, you know that?

It's all right. Let him go.

- You OK, huh?

- You all right?

Broads, huh?

They put a wire around your dick

and lead you around like Dodo the dog.

You gotta marry 'em to forget 'em.

Don't worry about Jackie.

Sit down. Sit down a minute, Terry.

I want to talk to you.

So, you like Kate, huh?

- You've been seeing her.

- Yeah.

You gotta trust me on this one.

It's a crime, but she holds people

like you and me in nothin' but contempt.

You heard of ice queens? My sister Kate

has moved a Frigidaire inside herself.

I'm just tryin' to let you

learn from my experience.

If she thinks I'm sh*t,

what will she make of you?

Don't you think we ought to

be worried about Jackie?

Yeah, you're right. Keep an eye on Jackie.

Keep him out of trouble.

I'm countin' on you, Terry.

Pat.

- Something wrong?

- I don't know.

When you're not too busy,

keep an eye on Noonan for me.

Love to.

- Who is it?

- Kate, it's Terry.

I'm sorry I'm here,

but Jackie's disappeared.

I looked everywhere. I can't find him.

You got any idea where he might be?

Jack.

I'd offer you a beer, Kate,

except I drank all of it.

You know...

we'd come here...

But not now.

I thought about Stevie

as hard as I could.

I hope that he's praying.

I should've known to look for you here.

Do you remember Stevie used to

come here... and hide with us?

Nobody'd ever think we'd come in here

without a nun dragging us in by the ear.

Like Father whatshisface.

Remember him?

He had too much spit, so he foamed

at the mouth when he gave the sermon.

We were kids.

It's peaceful here, right.

Look at all the saints.

There's St Anthony and St Francis.

Who's that one over there?

Hey.

Let's go see St Anthony.

Maybe he wants a drink.

Jackie!

I don't think he wants a drink, Jack.

No.

- He's a teetotaller.

I'm sorry.

- Jackie.

- Jack, come on.

I'm gonna make Stevie a saint.

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