State of Grace Page #7

untiI he called or Pat called.

- That ain't what he said.

- Course it was. I was right there.

- Richie, what'd he say?

- Who?

- Frankie!

- About what?

What are you askin' him for?

He's f***in' stupid.

Now, let's have some dessert.

- I gotta make a call.

- Let the business wait.

- Enjoy your dessert.

- It's my wife.

Don't offend me, Frankie.

You're gonna get up from my table

to call your wife?

Let her wait.

Don't f*** him up again.

- That ain't what he said.

- It is what he said.

- He said if he didn't call.

- No, if he did call.

If we said... He said if we didn't call.

- If he did.

- If he didn't.

Did. Jack...

I was in the truck.

He said if he didn't call.

- No.

- If we didn't f***in' call.

- Where was I?!

- You were there too! You're f***in' deaf!

- He said if he didn't call.

- He said if he did call.

- Relax.

- Richie.

- I didn't hear him.

- He's f***in' retarded!

Nothing personal, Richard. You're stupid.

That's not what he said.

Jack, he said if he did call.

If he called, we go. Otherwise no.

Have a piece of cheesecake.

F*** me, man. This don't feel right.

F***! F***! F***!

Jack, calm down.

- Whoo!

- Jackie, Jackie, Jackie. Listen.

He said if he did call...

Relax. Will you relax?

- Terry, I love you, but you're wrong.

- I love you too, and I'm right.

- He could be dying. Let's go.

- Jack...

Let's go, huh?!

You want me to make that call

for you, Mr Flannery?

Tell your boy to stop

movin' around so much.

He's interfering with my digestion.

Have a cannoli. Some anisette.

Just f***ing go!

Let's go. Come on.

I'm coming. I'm ready. All right.

- You want your clock?

- No.

Big mistake. Big mistake.

Mr Borelli, I really do

gotta make a phone call.

I must make it.

My wife's not been feeling well.

With your permission.

Go. Make your call.

Thank you.

See? She ain't even home.

Either they forgot about us or

this entire neighbourhood better duck.

All right. I want you to

drop me off at 39th Street.

He ain't there! Frankie ain't there!

Frank! It ain't a hit! It ain't a hit!

- Let's get out of here!

- Move it!

- It's all right.

- He was talking to him.

I know. Turn around.

What's this?

Frankie, I hope you're not

lookin' to start a war here.

In a war, we would crush you.

You understand?

Hey. Dumb fucks.

Don't know how close they came.

It's your brother.

My heart goes out to you.

What happened, apparently,

is that Borelli's got this beef with Cavello.

Cavello failed to get permission

from Borelli to take out Stevie,

which pissed Borelli off

cos of this thing with us.

And there was probably some

other secretive guinea bullshit too.

So... he don't give a sh*t about Cavello.

No.

And as a kind of bonus

he's sendin' over 25 grand.

All we gotta do is drop a couple of

Haitians who are on his drug turf.

He's sendin' over

the first instalment tonight.

- You wanna pick it up?

- Sure.

Good.

It's unbelievable, huh?

The way things turn out.

Yeah.

I gotta catch a shower, and some fresh

clothes. I've been in this sh*t for days.

The pick-up's at 11.

I'll let you know where.

I want to keep this hush-hush, OK?

Just you and me. It's a lot of money.

St Patty's is coming up, so we'll have

a little loose change to celebrate with.

Hey, Jack.

Come here.

- You ain't done that for years.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I missed you at the club. What's goin' on?

Gotta work untiI 11 or so.

We can hoot and holler after that.

Like, I can meet you at the club about 12.

- Want a beer?

- Sure.

- You OK?

- I'm feeling f***ed up.

I gotta make a pick-up.

bullshit Haitian problems.

Pick-up's at Battery Park.

I'm f***in' beat, man.

I'm gonna ask Frankie

for a little time off.

I've been working hard.

So, the parade's coming up.

Wouldn't that be nice?

You, me and Kate can go celebrate

St Patty's Day together.

Go see the parade. Wanna?

Listen, Jackie. I heard something.

- I hear Frankie put the hit on Stevie.

- What?

Hey, hey, hey! Get out!

That is my f***in' brother

you're talking about, huh?!

- I heard it.

- Yeah, you heard it!

Don't mean you gotta repeat it!

You repeat everything you hear?!

I'm sorry. I heard it.

- I oughta shoot your f***in' eyes out.

- I thought you should know.

Get out. Get outta here!

Come on!

I should wash your mouth out with soap.

You go somewhere and you think

about what you're saying. Yeah?

- Battery Park at 11.

- If you're not there, I think he's dead.

If we see 'em whack each other,

we can get 'em for that.

You hole up in the hotel

so I can find you if I need you.

Just be there. I think Jack's goin' down.

Jackie. How you doin', man?

- You said you were workin' tonight.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you.

- Forget it.

You heard something like that on the

street, but you know it's f***in' bullshit.

Whoever told you, we'll talk

with him after the pick-up.

I want you to back me up, OK?

Hey, I'm there.

Why are we here? I thought Battery Park.

The meeting's been changed to Pier 84.

Frankie figured it'd be safer.

Guineas won't try jack sh*t here.

Listen, you ain't supposed to be here.

OK, go and wait for me over there.

- Behind there?

- Yeah. I won't be long.

- Watch my f***in' back.

- Yeah.

Hey.

I love the noises

Irene makes in bed, man.

Me, too.

This is Officer Noonan.

I'm lookin' for Sgt Richardson.

He's on a stakeout.

That's what I'm calling about.

Look, I got a change

of 20 for him, all right?

Tell him it's not Battery Park,

it's Pier 84.

Hey, Frankie.

Hi, Jackie.

- I thought you were the guineas.

- The guineas ain't coming.

- It's just you and me.

- It's just you and me?

Yeah.

Just tell him to get down here!

Jack!

What the hell is going on?

You tell us one place

but the shooters are all

at some other goddamn place!

You know what they'd do

if they knew I was doin' what I been?

I'd be strung up on some billboard,

my eyes cut out of my head.

And I'd f***in' deserve it.

I ain't your goddamn social worker.

Now you just tell me

who whacked out Jack Flannery.

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- You were here.

- I wasn't f***in' here.

I was over at that phone booth calling you.

I should have backed up Jack,

but I was over there doin' my rat job.

Was Flannery here, or his boy?

Who did you see?

I don't want to do this

any more, all right?!

I ain't cut out for this undercover sh*t!

Get yourself an Italian, cos I quit.

We're on these suckers!

It's just a matter of timing!

- Timing?

- Yeah!

These guys don't know what century it is.

And you talk about f***ing timing?

You know what I did?

I got my best friend killed.

I got Jack killed. That's what I did.

But it's f***ing over.

Look at me. See? I quit. Good night.

- Terry.

- F*** you.

Hey, Noonan!

F***ed up, man.

Kathleen.

Hi.

Nobody even knows

what he was doing out there.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't have saved Jackie, could I?

Even though I know it's not true,

I feel I could have.

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