State of Grace Page #8

But I should have told him what you were.

Here, Jack.

You're bound to get thirsty.

Hey, Terry.

How's Kathleen?

She's holding up pretty good.

She's strong. But it's hard.

It's you I'm worried about.

What do you mean?

Do you know where I was

the night this happened?

I was on Pier 84.

Noonan, if you and me

are on a collision course,

that would not be very smart of you.

You know how smart you are?

That's how smart you are.

He's dead.

The f***'s dead. Do you see that?

Motherf***er.

Who is it?

Kate?

Kate, I feel awful

about the things I was.

Kate, you just gotta give me

a minute on this, all right?

If you don't want me here, just tell me.

But let me see your face so I believe it.

Terry, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm telling you the God's truth.

Bastard! You're dragging me in,

making me part of it!

You want me to drown?

I gotta save my life!

I know, but I need to explain.

I need you to understand.

- I understand.

- You're not listening.

Would you just f***in' listen?

I thought some things.

I could come back.

I always hated that I'd run away.

Had nothing to do with you, except I knew

if I tried to tell you, I'd never get away.

So I was in Boston. I just ended up there.

It seemed far enough away.

It come to me then. It just happened.

These things happen.

Other things happen. It's your life.

They were looking for somebody to go

undercover who knew the Kitchen,

who was known.

I could've said no,

but I thought I could do it.

It was like this opportunity.

I could look the entire thing in the eye.

You'd be married, forgotten about me.

And Jack, I would leave him out of it.

But it was only an idea.

Nothing to do with the truth. It was just...

a f***in' idea, like...

you believe... in angels or the saints

or that there's such a thing

as a state of grace,

and you believe it.

But it's got nothing to do with reality.

It's just an idea. You got

your ideas and you got reality.

They're all...

They're all f***ed up.

I was going out.

I gotta go. I gotta get ready.

He's someone I met at work.

He's taking me out for a drink.

- Frank killed Jack.

- Did he?

I gotta go down now. He's waiting.

- You're cold, Kate.

- Yes, I am.

I don't mind you got a date.

I really don't.

I ain't jealous. I got a date, too.

Is there something you want me

to tell Frankie for you when I see him?

Make sure, when you leave,

the button's pushed in

and the door's pulled tight before you go.

- What did you find out, Pat?

- Nobody knows him.

- They must've brought him from Boston.

- From Boston, to rat us out.

Don't matter where

the cocksucker's from. He's dead.

It's 15,000 when he takes his last breath.

You bring me his rat head, it's 30,000.

- Where the f*** is he?

- Check it out.

What the f*** are you doin'?

"After all these years,

a perfect St Patrick's Day"

"Warm sun shining down,

temperature in the sixties"

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