Zarra's Law Page #4

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but she's a corporate lawyer.

She makes a lot of money,

and I can't pay that much and...

So let me take the case.

- You?

- Yeah.

If you want me to,

I'll take it.

- You.

- Yeah, me.

What, you don't think

I can do it?

What, you're like serious?

Yeah. Like serious.

Oh, my God, yeah.

I'm sure Claire would be

thrilled to be off of it.

- Good. Done.

- I can't pay a lot.

Don't worry about the money.

I don't care about the money.

- Do not even ask about...

Oh, I gotta get back for my son.

He was at a birthday party.

All right, yeah,

I'll just grab the check.

G, I don't know how

to thank you right now.

Well, say thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, well, there you go.

So we're clear on the fee?

Look, Vanessa...

G, please, okay?

I can handle that much.

We're clear on the fee.

There's somebody I want you

to meet. John, come here.

Can you say hello

to Mr. Zarra?

Hello, Mr. Zarra.

Hello, John.

Wanna shoot hoops?

Oh, no, no, not today,

but maybe another time.

Uh, yeah, I'll stick around,

shoot some hoops. Sure.

Yes!

- You just made his day.

- He got big.

Gotta be here all day

with him now.

Hours and hours.

Hey! What the f***

happened with Sonny?

Nothing f***ing happened.

He's got a mouth on him,

so I taught him some manners.

Manners?

I'll teach you f***ing manners!

He's a f***ing scumbag who

decided he wasn't gonna pay me,

so I took my money!

Go ahead, make a move, Ronnie.

Our bust this in your

f***ing skull! Go ahead!

Sonny belongs to me,

Frankie boy! Me!

I own him.

Not you, me!

This is my f***ing territory!

Stay out of my business!

I'm f***ing warning you

right now!

Stay out of it.

Hey, Tommy!

Where can I get a burger?

Hey, I hope you guys

are hungry.

We got a ton of food

back there.

I miss the action, Sal.

What action? The same scumbags

doing the same sh*t.

I'm telling you, Tony,

two months, I'm out.

Yeah? Then what are you

gonna do?

Gonna take it easy.

Well, let me tell you,

taking it easy ain't easy.

You did the right thing

getting out.

Barry, how about a sausage?

- Any onions?

- Nah.

Thanks.

So you put this

Bobby Stax matter behind you.

I know you, Tony.

He's out now,

you're itching to do something.

Sal, I know you're coasting

on the job now,

but I need something

from the inside.

- Like what?

- I need the files

from the investigation

of Roberto's death.

Files. Tony, you know there's

nothing I wouldn't do for you,

but even if I can get to them,

what would they say?

There must be something there

that we missed.

- Something, I don't know.

- I know what they say.

They say "case closed."

It's got to be this Bobby.

I had to have missed something,

or there must be something

covered up.

You can't prove it, Tone.

I'll see what I can do.

Love you, man.

Gotta go, Sal.

See you later.

I don't know, Uncle Tony.

You should've seen that kid.

I'm telling you, he was like

starved for attention.

You should've seen him when

I was getting ready to leave.

He was just begging me to stay.

A father like Frankie?

No wonder.

Stay away from that kid.

Do your job.

Help Vanessa and stay the hell

away from that kid, you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

And remember,

like I told you before,

you're getting into

Frankie's business.

I don't want anything

to happen to you.

I can handle myself.

Famous last words.

Something else I wanted

to talk to you about.

Frankie and his crew,

they're having lunch at Roma's,

and Crystal overheard

Frankie talking about

what he called a "big job."

A day in the life

of Frankie Andreoli.

Terrorize his wife and kid,

shake down a restaurant,

plan a fire.

Fire? How'd you know

it's a fire?

Insurance jobs.

Frankie's specialty.

I could never nail

that little bastard.

I'll let the guys

at the precinct know.

That's great.

Gonna heave one

towards the goal line...

He only needed 10 yards for the

field goal, and he goes deep?

Dad was a Jet fan.

There you go.

He liked the Jets.

I like the Giants.

Me, the Knicks.

Your father, the Nets.

That's how different we were.

Forget the law. Sports!

That's what made us argue.

Ah...

You know what, G?

It's nice to have you back.

It's good to be back,

Uncle Tony.

Tony, there's a man

downstairs asking for you!

- Who is it?

- FBI!

I can smell them anywhere!

Ma, send them up to the roof!

What's the FBI want?

We'll see.

You here to give me information

about my brother's murder?

What information?

I asked you to stay away

from this investigation.

Our reports are that you can't.

You gotta stop

asking questions.

Let's stop

this cat and mouse game.

This isn't the game, Tony.

Just bear with us

for a few weeks.

I promise you'll be pleased.

Who has more patience than me?

By the way, your mother,

she's very nice.

You know, she offered me

cookies when I arrived.

How were they? Burnt?

A little,

but they were very good,

especially when you got past

the black part.

Surprised

she didn't poison him.

Ma, what'd you do,

feed him some of your cookies?

Well, unlike you,

he liked them.

He left that file for you.

Good night.

How'd you pull this off?

Thank you. I owe you.

- I gotta go though, all right?

- Good night.

Love you, Uncle Tony.

Please state your name

for the record.

Gaetano Zarra, Your Honor,

now the attorney of record

for Vanessa Andreoli.

And what do you plan

to do differently

than previous counsel?

I have evidence,

including video surveillance,

that Frank Andreoli has

violated my client's rights.

Well, that would be nice,

since I've yet to see anything

that would lead me to rule

on such a violation.

Your Honor, I object

to this nonsense.

His client has never submitted

one stitch of evidence.

May I approach the bench,

Your Honor?

Approach the bench.

All right, with regard to this,

there appears to be sufficient

evidence to enter an order.

Protection is in full force,

Mr. Rhodes.

I don't think I need

to remind you that your client

will face serious charges

if he violates this order.

Order granted.

Look, Frankie, I think we should

lay low a little while.

Shut up.

I can't lay low now.

Well, hero boy G

just kicked our ass in there.

Punk motherf***er.

Well, look, he's looking

to put you back in jail

and is trying to get Vanessa

sole custody of your son.

He's dreaming.

Well, I wouldn't be so sure

about that.

Court loves this guy.

War hero, Purple Heart.

Well, do your job

and shut him down.

Look, I'm the last guy

to get you going, Frankie,

but your wife doesn't have

any more money.

We made sure of that.

So how is she paying this guy?

You know what I mean?

- F***ing b*tch!

- Frankie, no!

Huh?

What are you doing, huh?

Are you f***ing...

Mommy, Daddy, stop!

Please stop!

Get off of me!

Daddy, please don't hurt Mommy!

Get over here! You know

I'll f***ing kill you, b*tch!

Look what you're doing

to your son, Frankie!

This is your fault.

You're nothing but

a f***ing whore.

It's okay, baby.

Come here, let me look at you.

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