State of Grace Page #6

My shrink. I had a double session today.

You told your shrink?

You told your shrink about me?

- Of course I told her!

- Wait a minute.

There's some shrink out there

who knows I'm a cop?

- That's right. I have a shrink.

- F*** me!

I tell her what happens in my life. I have

a right to try and straighten out my life!

- You could get me killed!

- Oh, sh*t.

I thought I was out of this.

I thought I'd gotten away.

It's like some trick.

I don't know how I ended up here

but you gotta help me.

I can't leave town. I have a job.

And I can't move any further uptown...

or I'll be in f***ing Harlem!

That's what I came here to tell you.

Just stay away from me.

- That's not why you're here.

- Yeah, it is.

- No.

- Yes, it is.

People don't come to a place like this

in the night to tell someone to stay away.

- Terry, don't.

- Kathleen, it's OK.

- Don't.

- It's OK.

It's OK.

No. Get off of me. Get off of me!

I don't want anything to do with you!

Stay away from me!

You're just like my f***in' brothers!

You are!

You think you can come to me

whenever you f***in' want,

and you just reach inside me

and you just... you just pull!

- You can't!

- I love you.

You're a liar. I've met you before.

You're a f***in' liar! You shut up!

You ask these fucks for a cappuccino

or a cannoli, their eyes cross.

Corned beef and cabbage.

Give us a green pitcher of beer.

Give me a pitcher.

- These fucks come here often?

- I don't know.

How many times I gotta tell you?

That's Frankie.

I'm trying to tell you something.

This is Jackie.

I see this kid all the time

on Tenth Avenue. It's Frankie.

I'll go down. I'll settle it. I'll talk to him.

Yeah, ask him to come over here

and have a drink.

We're arguing whether

you're a Flannery or not.

You are, right? You're not Frankie,

you're the other one, right?

No, I'm not Frankie.

You see that guy over there?

That's Jimmy Cavello.

Jimmy says let bygones be bygones.

He wants you to come over

and join us for a drink.

Get him a pitcher of anything he wants.

Come on, join us. You hungry?

You want something to eat?

No.

Pull up a chair, kid.

F*** it.

- Everybody get the f*** out.

- What's up?

Get out!

You're a piece of work, Jackie.

- They come into our neighbourhood...

- Who am I? Who the f*** am I?!

I am your boss! But you hurt me.

You try to help me, you f***in' hurt me!

He whacks out Stevie

and thinks I would drink with him.

We're talking about discipline,

maturity. This is what I get?!

- He shouldn't have sent his goon to me.

- Tell me one thing! Am I a joke to you?

Is that how you see me?

I don't want this shithead sittin' in

our neighbourhood like the f***in' pope!

- You know what you did?

- Paid Stevie back.

No, you maybe started a f***in' war.

Two steps away from a deal and money

like the lottery, you f*** it up. For what?

Stevie! A jerk-off kid who insults

the world by not paying what he owes.

- Frankie!

- Can't you see I'm busy here?!

- Want me to rip the phone off the wall?

- It's Borelli. Somebody for Borelli.

- What's he want?

- Shut up.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He wants a sit-down. Me and him.

When?

- Get me a pot of coffee.

- How many cups?

One.

You send everybody home.

But they are by their phones.

They don't leave their phones

to go to the can

they can't hear the phone ringing.

I want you outside the door.

See that I am not disturbed.

Right.

- What about me?

- You go home.

You sit by the phone.

Can you do that?

- What are you gonna do?

- I got some thinkin' to do.

I gotta figure this thing out.

I gotta have some privacy

to sit and think

and figure how I'm gonna

handle this thing.

- Yeah?

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

- Yeah, Jackie.

- Got a little job.

Meet me at 43rd and Broadway.

About 11 o'clock, all right?

- Can you get there?

- I'll be there.

All right. See ya.

Hi. Please

leave a message after the beep.

Hey, it's me. You there?

Hello? Hello?

Will you pick up if you're there?

Look, we're in the middle of this thing.

You gotta understand.

And I'm sorry. If I hurt you,

I'm sorry, all right?

I'll get back. Good night.

Hey, Terry.

Where are we going? Beirut?

Borelli's phoned Frankie.

We gotta come to this meeting.

Cavello got wasted in the Kitchen

in the wee hours of the morning.

- Cavello?

- Yeah.

Is nobody safe?

- You got the address?

- Yeah, right here.

Get on down there now, OK? Get situated.

It's just up from the restaurant.

Everything arranged.

I arrive at noon. I don't call you

by two o'clock or Pat don't call you,

you come in, tear 'em apart,

the spaghetti still on their spoons.

You OK, Noonan?

Everything OK with you?

- It'll be all right, Frankie.

- Yeah, either we're dead or we ain't.

Anybody know how to get to Mott Street?

Damn.

Terry.

...fold like a futon,

and the f***in' frame's bent, right?

So I bring it home. It looks easy.

I can't put the f***in' thing together.

So we called in a neighbour,

a guy with a very nice f***in'...

Let's get down to business.

First of all, this problem we got here.

This is your responsibility.

Either you get the respect

of your own people, or you got nothin'.

My people, I let them go

at this thing on their own,

your brother, he'd be in so many

f***in' pieces right now,

you couldn't put him back together

again even if you had directions.

But I said no.

I said Frankie Flannery is a man who

knows when things have to be set right,

and that you'd never let your feelings

get in the way of a big business decision.

Now, what I told my people,

Frankie... was wrong?

Of course, this is

a matter of some complexity.

But if you won't solve this problem,

I'm gonna have it solved for you.

You understand that? Huh?

You don't have to

worry about Frankie, man.

And if he ain't OK, there'll be

a dumpster full of dead guineas,

spaghetti still on their forks.

Look...

I could straighten the kid out.

Jimmy Cavello was a great guy.

We all know this.

But the kid...

The kid...

You should've been there

when I reamed him out over this.

He'd have crawled in a hole

and brought the hole in with him,

if he could find a hole to go into.

Don't embarrass yourself, Frankie.

I know you don't want to insult me.

No.

But to be frivolous on a matter

of such importance is an insult.

This f***in' bum is your brother.

So I understand your need to pursue

some hopeless course to try to save him.

But everybody knows

what's gotta happen here.

With every heartbeat, his miserable

f***in' douche-bag life insults me.

He's a thorn in my side, Frankie.

Since we're together,

he's a thorn in your side.

Now look, Frankie.

I gotta know, and I gotta know now.

Are you gonna be able to

pull this thorn out of our side?

All right.

This is your brother, Frank.

So, for the sake of family and blood,

I'm gonna give you this opportunity.

Looks like it's time

to kick some guinea ass.

But he didn't call yet, Jackie.

He said we don't go

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