State of Grace Page #5

I'm gonna make Stevie a saint!

I'm gonna make Stevie a saint.

I'm gonna make Stevie a saint.

I'm gonna make Stevie a saint.

- Come on. What...?

- You want some?

No, I don't want some.

Terry, stop it! What are you doin'?!

What are you doin'? Terry, stop it!

What are you doin'?

- Come here.

- I'm a cop!

I'm a cop. I'm a f***in' Judas cop!

- Terry...

- I gotta go.

- Terry...

- I gotta go.

- What are you sayin'?

- I don't know.

What are you talking about?

What the f*** are you talking about?

Uh-uh.

- What's wrong? Your stomach upset?

- It's hard to get up in the morning.

It's like pulling my socks over my shoes.

- Yeah?

- Like I'm in this f***in' fog.

Terry, you're missing the point here.

I can't remember sh*t.

That's the way I like it.

Only hint of a problem is,

I need a little Maalox.

But I can buy Maalox.

- You always were tougher than me.

- I always thought I was just crazier.

You take Finn. He's easy.

What's his marker?

which he ain't gonna have.

Just look him in the eye.

Scare the f*** out of him.

My guy, however, is in the upper bracket.

He got righteous last time.

Refused to open the door.

Hey. I got no money today.

You still gotta open up.

I'm an old man, and I'm eatin'

stewed tomatoes out of a can.

- Do you hear my axe? That's my axe.

Don't break that door. I gotta have a door.

- Then open it.

- All right. Wait.

You got anything at all? Five, ten dollars?

They'd think better of you.

You're Terry Noonan.

You're Eddie Noonan's boy.

Oh, my God. I played cards with your dad.

And he showed me pictures

of you all the time.

Lord God.

If he had lived to see that

you was workin' for the Flannerys,

he'd have whipped your ass.

Oh, he was a great man. A great...

When he wasn't drunk or daydreaming

about some bullshit history he never had,

he was beating me or pissing

out the window thinking it was a can.

You want to give a history lesson,

get your facts straight.

I'll tell 'em you're eatin'

stewed tomatoes, OK?

You're cocky, but can I

tell you something?

Them Flannerys are black snakes,

and they move in the dark of the night,

and they always turn on everybody.

I ain't worried.

That McGuire boy, you know,

he wasn't worried neither,

untiI they led him out of

Matty's Bar like a prize pig.

I'm old, but I can still see.

You saw Stevie led out of Matty's Bar?

- Clear as the nose on your face.

- Who led him out?

It's, uh...

- You know, your people.

- It was a Flannery.

Was it Frankie? Huh? Was it Frankie?

If you hit me, you'll fry in hell,

cos your dad...

Who did you see?

Was it Frank? Who'd you see?

I swear I didn't see nothin'.

I saw nothin', I did nothin'. I'm just...

I'm here eating stewed tomatoes

out of a can.

Ain't nobody gonna hit you

for your money. OK?

Oh, God.

How'd it go?

I didn't even knock.

I just took down the door.

It was a beautiful door. A McAndrews.

I caught him off guard by the element

of surprise. Decides he wants to tumble.

So we're throwing punches.

You should have seen it.

We're rolling around on the f***in'

linoleum. His old lady hollering.

He's a big f***, so he thinks he's got me.

I think he's got me.

Then I bite into his f***in' ear.

That stopped the whole thing

in 0.2 seconds.

- So, what are you up for?

- I feel like goin' home.

Yeah? Where's that?

- Call ya later.

- Yeah.

I'm closed.

Who led Stevie McGuire

out of here that night?

- I don't know him.

- You don't know him?

Red-haired guy? Everybody knows Stevie.

I told ya, I don't know him.

- What's he doin'?

- I don't know.

He could be tryin' to find out

about Stevie. He liked that kid.

He could just be havin' a drink.

This f***er's gettin' too complicated.

Let's simplify things.

Take care of the bartender, then

we take a close look at Noonan.

Right.

- Can I use your men's room?

- It's in the back.

Somebody slit my pal's throat

the other night.

- You gonna tell me who that was?

- Big guy.

- What's his name?

- Jesus, don't do this.

Nobody's doin' nothin' to nobody.

It's all just happening, see?

Guy who hangs out with Frankie

Flannery. He walked him out.

- Nicholson.

- I don't know him.

Well, that's his name.

- Ten minutes.

- Fine. Thank you.

- Hi, Kathleen.

- Frankie, what are you doing?

I gotta talk to you.

Can you find me a minute?

Yeah. Give me five minutes.

Tell you what. Meet you in the bar

over there. Straight ahead.

- Where's the bar?

- Right through there and to your right.

- Don't keep me waiting.

- I won't.

Sit down.

I ordered you a white wine.

What is it you want, Frankie?

I don't gotta want something

all the time, do I?

I never knew you when you didn't.

Who took care of you

when you was a kid?

When guys hit on you, who took care

of you? Who went looking for them?

That's why I moved up here-so nice men

could hit on me and not fear for their life.

They fly to Europe.

That don't make 'em nice.

I don't know what happened between us.

It's kind of like you never

even wanted to know me.

If you feel rejected, Frankie,

it's because I do. I reject you.

You're so cold.

What happened to you?

What happened to that sweet little girl,

her heart was shining through her skin?

People say that when they can't make you

do what they want - "You're so cold. "

The way you treat me,

I ought to box your ears.

- I have to go back to work.

- Sit down.

Sit down for a minute.

I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you

about Terry Noonan.

He's coming to work for me in my

organisation. I think he'll do very well.

But, in the Bronx two weeks ago, you'd

be so surprised to know what he did.

He got tangled up in this drug deal

with these lowlifes.

He killed both of 'em.

He shot 'em point-blank.

So he ain't what

you're looking for, is he, Kate?

You came all the way

across town to tell me that?

I thought that you should know it,

that's all.

- Yeah?

- It's Kathleen.

I have to talk to you.

You should've called.

These halls are dangerous.

It was hopeless. I had to see you.

My mind set its own agenda. So here I am.

- What time is it?

- It was three when I left the house.

- You want a drink?

- I've had two Valium already.

My mind's just... spinning

with everything, you know?

Sit down.

I mean... Frankie told me

you're working for him.

- Why'd he do that?

- What do you mean, why?!

Because I got away!

You tell me you're a cop and he tells me

you killed two drug dealers in the Bronx.

No, that was a setup. They were cops.

- You killed two cops?

- It wasn't real. I had blanks.

They went down, gave me credentials...

- I don't know about this.

- You're asking me.

- I thought you were different.

- I am. I'm a cop!

They're my brothers

and you're gonna put 'em in jaiI!

- You're jumping all over the place.

- I'm not jumping all over the place.

My brother comes to me and he...

he's telling me he trusts you,

and I have this knowledge that you're a...

- When I told Linda everything...

- Who's Linda?

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