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Yes.

Come on, Nicky.

Let's you and me take a walk.

Yes, sir.

She loved you both very much.

Thank you.

Episcopalians,

they're all full of sh*t.

Someday, you'll understand.

Meantime, you take my word

for it.

I will, uncle Mitch.

I know right now your path,

it looks pretty bleak.

Your ma's dead, and that,

that's tough.

Tough for me, too.

My own sister.

But you can't just button up,

pull a long face, like your

ma did after her accident.

Yes, uncle Mitch.

Attaboy.

Now, who loves you like a son?

Daddy does.

Who else, you little sh*t?

You do, uncle Mitch.

Who lets you keep all the coins

that'll stay in your pockets,

huh?

You do, uncle Mitch.

Come on!

Attaboy.

Damn, you weigh a f***ing ton,

kid.

Damn it.

Just once I'd like to see

your brother show some sense.

Come on, Mitch.

All right. Hold your horses,

Maggie.

Nicky, we've decided

it'd be best

if your auntie Margaret came

and stayed with us for a while.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Swear to god,

I didn't have a business to run,

I'd stay, too.

Would you like that, son?

He's had a bad shock.

He doesn't want to talk

right now.

He just needs some time.

I tell you something, Gardner.

I ever get my hands on

the cocksuckers

that did that to Rosie,

I'm gonna peel 'em back

from their a**holes,

turn 'em inside out,

so their guts are hanging out

- and they're pissing blood...

- Mitch!

All right.

What was with that service?

Your aunt will sleep upstairs.

And I'll stay down here.

We'll be fine, son.

We'll be strong.

Coward, am I?

I fought for you

with John phillips all I can.

You're not even man enough

to fight your own...

Sugar-cured ham.

Pre-cooked. Ready to serve.

And you can pick them up

at your favorite food store.

Nicky!

Hey.

Hey.

Your mama died?

Yeah.

She go to heaven?

I guess.

I got a ground snake.

You want to see?

Does it bite?

Nah. He ain't got no teeth.

You can have it.

What's it eat?

Grasshopper or cricket.

I got a mason jar full of 'em.

What's its name?

He ain't got no name.

He's a snake.

You keep it.

I'll get them bugs.

Dad?

Nicky.

How long have you been there?

Maggie.

What's the matter, angel?

He had a nightmare.

Maggie will put you to bed.

It's all right, sweetheart.

There's nothing to be afraid

of anymore, Nicky.

I know.

Do you know who this is?

This is St. Patrick.

He's your patron saint.

Did you know that?

No.

He's the patron saint

of all the Irish.

But I'm not Irish.

Sure you are.

Your grandfather

was a shipbuilder from Galway.

And every day

he'd pray to St. Patrick

for the bride of his dreams.

And then he came to America,

and he met your grandmother.

And together

they prayed for a family.

And St. Patrick blessed them

with your mother

and your uncle Mitch and me.

And then your mom

prayed to St. Patrick for you.

She did?

Mmm-hmm.

Should we pray for your mom now?

Okay.

May the light of St.

Patrick find a place in your heart

and remind us that loved ones

must someday depart.

May their journey be gentle

through gold fields of rye.

And our sorrow be silenced,

and our love never die.

Amen.

Amen.

Margaret, it's awful.

It's such a loss.

Rose was an inspiration.

She's with Jesus now.

Thank you, ladies.

Pray for rose.

Nothing like this

ever happened here.

This is a safe place.

It was.

Well, she's very young.

And he has a kid with her?

Gardner.

Welcome back.

Sorry to hear about your loss.

Thanks, roger.

Gardner, this is Bill Thackery,

a new account executive.

Bill, this is Gardner lodge,

financial vp.

Glad to meet you.

Likewise. Sorry we couldn't have

met under more...

It's just a tragedy.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Lodge.

- Thanks, Linda.

- I'm so sorry.

What do we have today?

Nothing right away.

Mr. Pappas would like

to see you whenever...

Thanks.

Yes.

John sears on six.

Hi, John.

Oh, god, Gardner, I'm so sorry.

I'm awfully sorry for your loss.

I... I don't know what to say.

- It's all right, John.

- I'm so sorry.

Really, she was great.

She was wonderful!

Thanks, John.

Yeah, okay.

But...

Linda, hold my calls.

Yes, sir.

Gardner! Gardner.

I'm so sorry to hear

about your loss. Wow.

Wow. Come on back. Come on back.

Virginia, hold my calls.

Gardner.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm okay, ed.

I know it. I know it.

Gardner, look.

I just want you to know

we're in there with you.

You know? We're...

- We're with you.

- Thanks, ed.

Okay!

I'm glad we had this talk.

Got any coupons?

- This one's for the bread.

- Mmm-hmm.

This one's for the Ovaltine.

It says 20% off Ovaltine.

How much is that?

Uh, 20% of 49 cents is...

Let's just call it half off.

- What's your name?

- Oh, that's Nicky,

and he's helping me out today.

Why aren't you in school?

'Cause he's playing hooky to

help me out.

Nicky, will you put these things

in her basket, please?

Hooky.

On a monday.

You're a lucky boy.

That's 12, 13, 14, 15,

five is $20.

Don't forget your green stamps.

Linda, I... no calls.

Sorry, Mr. Lodge,

but I thought

you might want this one.

It's the police department.

I... I'll take it.

Yes.

Mr. Lodge? Yes.

This is Captain Gale Hightower.

Right off the bat,

I've got to tell you

I'm sorry about your wife.

Thank you.

The other thing is,

I got a couple of guys here

I'd like you to look at.

Stamford police picked 'em up

last night

and sent 'em down

because of your description.

They've been caught?

Now don't get too anxious

there, Mr. Lodge.

Nobody's been caught

unless you say they have.

These are just two clowns picked

up trying to kill each other.

Well...

What do you want me to do?

Take a look at 'em.

You know, if you'd be so kind

and all.

Hate to go over old ground,

but you sure there wasn't

any cash in the house

the night of the break-in?

Hardly any. Why?

These two morons had

a lot of dough on them

when they were picked up.

Thank god it wasn't the

Schvartzes that just moved in.

Excuse me?

Isn't that what you Jews

call 'em? Schvartzes?

I'm an Episcopalian.

Really? I thought you were

Jewish.

Why?

Because of your last name.

Lodge?

Sounded Jewish.

I'm an Episcopalian.

Is that right? Anyway,

I took the liberty of having a squad

car pick up your sister-in-law.

He was afraid to stay home

alone.

Must he be subjected to this?

Beats me.

How you doing, junior?

I'm okay.

I think it's okay.

Well, I don't think it's okay.

I don't think it's okay

that he's been having

nightmares.

I don't think it's okay

that he be asked to see

these people again.

Are you sadists down here?

All right.

Better wait out here, kid.

We'll only be a minute.

Step up.

Face forward.

That's right. Line up

against the wall, gentlemen.

Turn to your right, please,

gentlemen.

Now face front again.

Keep it shut, please!

Well?

No.

Ma'am?

Come on, dear. You're not

picking out wallpaper.

No.

They're not there.

I just wanted to be sure.

Okay, then. That's it.

Turn that goddamn light off,

Lou!

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