Zarra's Law Page #5

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So what's this all about?

I love these pancakes.

You sure I can get you

some pancakes, Paul?

Please. It's a treat.

So, while I was doing my bid,

this mutt grew a pair of balls.

He's somebody now.

He's disrespecting

the chain of command, Paul.

And frankly, he's stepping

all over my dick.

F*** you. I don't work

for you no more.

Maybe not, but you stay the f***

out of my way, understand me?

Just stay out of my way.

You guys talk a little nicer,

for Christ's sake.

The whole world is dissolving,

and you two can't even sought

out a 15-block neighborhood.

Both of you.

So, Frankie boy, Paul is here

to set you straight,

so pay attention,

you f***ing jerk-off.

F*** you, Bobby.

These are new times.

What I've got, I've earned,

and no one's gonna

take it away or deny it.

So go f*** yourself

and f*** your manners!

You see what

I'm dealing with, Paul?

You see what I'm dealing with,

this f***ing guy?

Please sanction it.

Let me take care

of this guy, please.

Eat your pancake.

Okay.

Okay, Paul.

Everything we do in life...

good, bad...

does it come back to bite us?

What I've got, I've earned.

This neighborhood

is mine! You're nothing!

I think she likes you.

My friend runs

an animal shelter,

and I saw this girl staring up

at me with big, sad eyes,

so I took her home.

- You bought a puppy?

- I didn't buy a puppy.

What are you gonna do with it,

with the hours you work?

Oh, no, no.

I can't keep her.

Not just because of my hours.

My roommate's allergic to dogs.

So what are you

gonna do with her?

I figure maybe

she could stay with you.

Don't you want to stay with G?

No. No. Don't even...

She's lovely, she's cute.

Not a chance.

Fine. I'll take her

back to the shelter.

I'm sure someone will

take her home eventually.

When? When?

- I'll take her back tomorrow.

- All right.

Tonight I was gonna

take you to Amalfi's.

We can have a nice

romantic dinner, huh?

We can have a romantic dinner

at Amalfi's anytime.

Tonight I figure we get

a bottle of wine, some takeout,

and a few dog treats.

Just the three of us.

It'll be fun.

Threesome. All right.

Sounds good.

You convinced me.

Good choice.

- That was easy.

- All right, get in the boat.

Oh, sh*t.

Try to keep your cool, man.

You really don't

belong here, ma'am.

I am here to protect

my daughter, Frankie.

Get a life.

Please! I am begging you

to end this now.

Ask your daughter

what she's been doing to me.

For your son's sake, Frank.

My son is fine.

Fine? This life that you

think is so glamorous?

Haven't you heard?

This life doesn't exist.

This life is filled

with garbage.

And you are garbage.

And if you were

any kind of a man,

you would do the right thing

by your son.

And what would that be?

Walk away, Frankie.

Oh, let me tell you something.

I back down to nobody.

No Zarra's gonna tell me

what to do.

This meeting here

never happened. We never spoke.

You heard what the judge said.

Now I think you better go home.

You are pathetic, Frankie,

and I feel sorry for you.

You look like sh*t.

- Ma, please.

- Out all night?

Was Gaetano with you?

Come in the kitchen.

I'm making cannolis.

You want a cannoli?

Ma, we have to talk.

We have to talk

about the cooking.

It's starting to get

dangerous now, Ma.

What do you care?

You're gonna burn

the place down.

What do you care?

All you care about is the birds

and wasting time with whores.

Ma...

You know what the neighbors

say about you? Cornuto.

Ma!

Your brother had Gaetano.

What have you got?

Nothing.

Nothing to show you were here,

to have left your mark.

The Zarra mark.

Ma, your cooking...

I don't care about

the building or the birds.

It's you.

Why do you think I'm here?

All right,

your brother had problems,

but he was about family.

You? I don't know with you.

I can't believe you!

I could've been married

so many times.

Why do you think I didn't?

Why do you think I'm here

living in this apartment?

For you! For you!

I'm just tired.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

You were always the strong one.

I'm sorry.

I'm okay, Ma.

Go.

Hi, poochie!

- This is her.

- Oh, she's so cute.

Oh, my, that is adorable.

Look at that face!

Hi!

Look at your face.

Don't worry about it.

John is gonna love her.

John is gonna love you.

- You still okay with this?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- He really needs this.

You ready?

John!

Look what G brought.

Mom, look at the puppy!

Isn't she cute?

Come here.

Does she have a name?

No, not yet.

You wanna name him?

Can I?

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

- Wow.

- Mom, can we keep her?

Oh, uh, I don't know.

I'll name her Smiley.

Hi, Smiley.

She does have a kind of smile.

Who's gonna take care of her?

I will, I will.

I promise I will.

Okay, then.

Smiley it is.

Thank you!

- Welcome home, Smiley!

- Come on.

- Thank you so much.

- No, thank you.

Please stay.

I'll get you a drink.

- Let's talk in the kitchen.

- Yeah.

Listen, G,

I can't thank you enough

for how you've taken on

my burdens here.

Really love you for it.

Vanessa,

you're practically family.

I'm just glad

I could be here for you.

I wish I was there for that.

Listen, there something

I gotta tell you,

something I should've told you

a long time ago.

It's about the night

your father was killed.

Okay.

I overheard Frankie

and one of his goons, um...

Uh, what'd you hear?

I think that Frankie

was involved.

What? You want me?

I'm right here!

Night, boss.

Hey!

Why don't you just

f***ing stop already, huh?

Stop asking questions,

stop f***ing snooping around.

I mean, you ain't

a f***ing cop anymore!

Didn't take you too long.

Sorry, Paul.

I just needed a friend.

You're more than that.

Come on in.

Paul Jr. and Roberto

were the best of friends.

Always smiling

when they were together.

Anthony, they were like

two sons to me.

It hurts like hell

that they're not here anymore.

Paul, something happened

with Bobby Stax.

Didn't I tell you to stay out?

It just happened.

It doesn't matter anymore, okay?

What do you mean?

Bobby did not clip your brother.

Frankie Andreoli will be at the

mercantile warehouse tomorrow.

Maybe we can finally

close this chapter,

and I can get some sleep.

What the f*** do you...

You mother...

Now where's Frankie Andreoli?

- Where the f*** is Frankie?

- Who are you, bastard?

Where do you want a bullet?

You want it in this side?

You want it

in your f***ing nose?

Or how about this side, huh?

You tell me where the f***

Frankie Andreoli is,

or I'm gonna blow

your f***ing brains out!

You motherf***er.

Mercantile warehouse.

You killed my brother.

Now I'm gonna kill you.

Uncle Tony!

G, what are you doing here?

- Put the gun down.

- Like hell I will.

Talk some sense into him, for

Christ's sakes. All I did was...

What you did was

kill my brother!

Get out, G. He's all mine.

Uncle Tony,

what are you thinking?

Call the f***ing cops.

I don't care.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

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