Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done...
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread...
and forgive us our trespasses..
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation..
but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom, the power...
and the glory now and forever.
- Amen.
- [All]
Amen.
Thank you, Father Macklepenny...
for coming all the way across town to be our guest speaker.
[Man's Voice]
When I raise my flashing sword...
and my hand takes hold on judgment...
I will take vengeance upon mine enemies.
And I will repay those who haste me.
O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand...
and count me among Thy saints.
And I am reminded on this holy day...
of the sad story of Kitty Genovese.
As you all may remember...
a long time ago, almost 30 years ago...
this poor soul cried out for help...
time and time again...but no person answered her calls.
Though many saw...
no one so much as called the police.
They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death...
in broad daylight.
They watched as her assailant walked away.
Now, we must all fear evil men.
But there is another kind of evil...
which we must fear most...
and that is the indifference...
of good men!
I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point.
Aye.
[Man]
Hey, Conner!
What?
[All Laughing]
Yeah!
Who's the master?
You're gonna be training her today.
Aye.
- Basically, the rule of thumb here is- - Wait.
Rule of thumb?
In the early 1900s, it was legal for men to b*at their wives...
as long as they used a stick no wider than their thumb.
Can't do much damage with that then, can we?
Perhaps it should've been the "rule of wrist." I knew you two pricks would give me problems.
Come on.
It's St.
Patty's Day.
It's all in good fun.
Ah, f*ck you!
And f*ck you too!
We're sorry, all right?
Just-Just relax.
Oh, sh*t.
[Laughing, Yelling]
Hey, f*ck-ass, give me a beer.
Listen, boys, I've got some very bad news.
I'm gonna have to close down t-t-the bar.
The Russians are buying up buildings all over the town, includin' this one.
f*ck!
Ass!
And they're not lettin' me renew my lease.
- [Disgruntled Chattering]
- Let me talk to my boss.
- Maybe he can do something.
- What the f*ck's your boss gonna do?
Listen, fellas, I don't want anyone to know.
So you keep your traps shut!
You know what they say: People in glass houses sink s-s-ships.
[All Laughing]
Hey, Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or somethin'.
This mix-and-match sh*t's gotta go.
- [Laughter]
- What?
A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?
And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
- [Laughter Continues]
- [Door Slams Shut]
[Laughter Stops]
What's this, then?
I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now.
Checkov.
Well, this here's McCoy.
We find a Spock, we've got us an away team.
[All Laughing]
Me in no mood for discussion.
You, you stay.
The rest of you, go now.
Why don't you make like a tree and get the f*ck out of here!
[All Chattering]
You know he's got till the week's end, right?
You don't have to be hard-asses, do ya?
- It's St.
Patty's Day.
Everyone's Irish tonight.
- Mmm.
Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
- This is no game!
If you won't go...
- [Glass Shattering]
we will make you go.
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
So these two guys are kickin' the sh*t out of each other, right?
This guy picks up an old kitchen sink or something...
and f*ckin' crushes this guy with it.
It makes a big bang.
[Continues, Indistinct]
[Indistinct]
Look at him.
His spine's all crushed.
Had to be one big m*therf*cker.
Huge.
Three, four hundred pounds.
f*ckin' huge.
- That's pretty thin.
- Very thin.
[Man]
Okay.
All right, all right.
Say these two guys right here, they don't even know the f*ckin' huge guy.
They're just staggering home from a bar still all f*cked up from St.
Patty's last night.
They decide to take a shortcut down through the alley.
Wrong f*ckin' alley, huh?
'Cause this big m*therf*cker, he's just waitin' for 'em, right?
And what could be more perfect for a strong-arm robbery?
Two drunk guys all bandaged up.
They're already injured, for Christ's sakes.
Look at 'em.
These guys are stumblin' through the alley.
♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra ♪ This guy takes a blunt object, f*ckin'-Waah!
Hits the guy with the bandages around his head, right?
Why?
'Cause he's smart.
He knows the guy with the bandage around his ass, he ain't goin' nowhere.
He's goin' f*ckin' nowhere!
Where are you goin'?
Nowhere!
That's right.
He ain't done yet.
He comes over and jumps on this guy's back...
and crushes him to death.
I feel something big here.
I wouldn't be surprised to see a lot of these turnin' up.
[Smecker]
Brilliant!
So now we got a huge guy theory...
and a serial crusher theory.
Top notch.
- What's your name?
- Detective Greenly.
- Who the f*ck are you?
- That's who the f*ck I am.
Listen, I gotta do this by the numbers.
I.D.
Just came back on these guys.
They got connections with the Russian mob.
That makes it a federal matter.
And Agent Smecker here is heading up the investigation with our full cooperation.
- Why don't you get me a cup of coffee?
- Who the hell is this?
- A café latte, twist of lemon...
- What the f*ck- - Chief, what the f*ck is this?
- Sweet 'N Low.
♪♪ [Woman Singing Opera In Italian]
♪♪ [Continues]
♪♪ [Continues]
- Mitchell, Langley!
- ♪♪ [Stops]
- Yes, sir.
- Find the manager of this building.
See if he's had any complaints of water coming down...
in any of the apartments starting just this morning.
Langley, you take that building.
Same thing.
Chaffey!
Newman!
- Yes, sir.
- Look in the trash around their hands.
See if you can find me two b*llet casings...
fifty-caliber if my eyes serve me right.
Newman, rip through this sh*t.
If this was a sink...
find me some metal parts.
Give me a drain cover, faucet or something.
Got it right here.
It's a 50-cal.
Chief, can you get ballistics down here...
and tell 'em they have to dig a 50-caliber slug...
out of a brick wall and locate another that's been fired through a Dumpster?
We have the best ballistics guy in the world.
- I can have him here in ten minutes.
- How did you know that?
Liquid paraffin.
Came up positive.
And b*llet holes are usually a big clue.
Nobody reported any g*nshots.
This is an Irish neighborhood.
I'm surprised you even got a phone call.
You know, I can't find the second one, sir.
Look under the body.
Oh, yeah, there it is.
You guys ready for this?
This was no gangland assassination.
Though creative, it was way too sloppy.
Something went wrong here.
This has "personal" written all over it.
Agent Smecker.
Yeah, this is all illegal loft housing.
There's no manager on the premises, but they found a lady on the fourth floor...
who said she had water dripping down on her whole place.
- It started just this morning.
- Fourth floor, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Then we're headin' to the fifth.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
You're reachin', man.
- It's a theory.
- I don't know.
No way.
You know how big a guy's gotta be to do that?
f*ckin' huge.
Oh, really?
I might just be wantin' a bagel with my coffee.
I ain't gettin' him no f*ckin' bagel.
We'll start the ass kissing with you.
Agent Smecker.
Agent- Listen, I know this neighborhood pretty good.
There's a bar down the block named McGinty's.
- It stands a good chance they were there last night.
- Good work, Mitchell.
I'll check it out myself.
[Conner]
Look at the ceiling.
Sense of touch alone.
Wait until you feel me move.
Ooh.
So quick you couldn't even feel it go, could you?
Let's try it again.
Try it again.
Look at the ceiling.
It's Doc.
- Thanks for comin', Doc.
- [Whispering]
Jesus Christ!
What the f*ck happened?
Are-Are you b-b-boys all right?
- We're alive.
- An F.B.I.
Agent came by the bar...
and he left me his c-c-ca- He left me his c-c- Oh, he f*ckin' gave me this.
f*ck!
- Ass!
What are you gonna do?
- [All Gasping]
We oughta turn ourselves in, tell him it was self-defense.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's what he said.
- How the f*ck's he know that?
We haven't spoken to anyone.
- D-D-Don't know.
He d-d-didn't say.
All right.
Listen, Doc, we need you to do us a favor.
- A-A-Anything.
- Just hold on to this for us.
- We're gonna come back for it when we get out.
- Right.
f*ck!
Ass!
None of that cursing was directed at you.
He's- He's a bit- First of all...
I'd like to thank whichever one of you...
doughnut-munching, barrel-assed...
pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press.
That's just what we need now- some sensational story in the papers...
making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over evil.
Let me squash the rumors now.
These two are not heroes.
They're just two ordinary men...
who were put in an extraordinary situation...
and they just happened to come out on top.
Yes, nothing from our far-reaching computer system...
has turned up diddly on these two.
All we know is what we found out from the neighbors.
And the general consensus is...
they're angels.
But angels don't k*ll.
And we got two bodies in the morgue...
that look like they've been serial-crushed...
- [Mocking Greenly]
by some huge, friggin' guy.
- [Laughter]
Are we considering these guys armed and dangerous?
Well, not armed.
If they had g*ns, they would've used them.
But dangerous?
Very.
Now, what makes you think they're dangerous?
- Maybe they're just protectin' each other.
- [Chattering]
Hey, look, I-I-I'm not sayin' one way or the other.
Just be careful and go by the protocol on this.
It's grunt police work that's gonna bring this one in.
These guys are miles away by now.
But if you wanna b*at your head against the wall, then here's what you're lookin' for.
They're scared, like two little bunny rabbits.
Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em.
Okay?
So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string...
and drag it through South Boston.
- Thanks for comin' out.
- [Laughter]
You'd probably have better luck with a beer.
You would.
- Oh, f*ck.
- [Smecker]
Hey, Greenly.
Onion bagel, cream cheese.
This conversation is going to be recorded.
Just answer to the best of your knowledge.
Excuse me, sir.
Please.
[Speaking Gaelic]
[Murphy]
Okay, we're ready.
You boys are not under oath here.
Just answer the questions.
I'm assuming...
you knew these guys from before, huh?
We met them last night.
They had some pretty interesting bandages.
Know anything about that?
Listen, if you want to fight, you can see you're outnumbered here.
We're trying to be civil, so I suggest you take our offer.
I make the offers.
Hey, Boris.
What would you do...
if I told you...
- your pinko Commie mother sucks so much d*ck...
- [Laughter]
her face looks like an egg?
- f*ck you!
- What are you doin'?
[Speaking Russian]
Stay away!
He can take care of himself!
[Screaming]
Freeze, you f*ckin' Irish faggots!
[Yells]
Get the f*ck up!
- Come on!
- Get your f*ckin' hands off of me!
Cuff yourself around the back!
Cuff yourself!
Cuff it!
You know why I f*cking come here?
I come here to k*ll you.
But now, I no think I f*cking k*ll you.
I k*ll your brother.
sh**t him in the head.
- f*ck you!
- Gotta go.
Conner!
It was just a f*ckin' bar fight!
You guys are f*ckin' pussies!
[No Audio]
[Screaming]
[Grunting]
[Straining]
I hope your conscience is clear, Irishman.
So, how is it...
- that you guys are fluent in Russian?
- We paid attention in school.
Do you speak any other languages?
- Aye.
Our mother insisted on it.
- French?
[Speaking French]
Oh, that's beautiful.
[Speaking Italian]
- What's that?
- It's Italian.
[German]
- Jawohl.
- [Spanish]
What are you guys doin' workin' at a friggin' meat packing plant?
- Uh, Agent Smecker?
The press is everywhere.
- Yeah.
They're just goin' nuts for these guys.
I don't know what you wanna do.
You're not being charged.
It's up to you.
You wanna talk to 'em?
- Absolutely not.
- No pictures either.
Is there any way that we could stay here?
Uh, yeah.
You know, we have an extra holding cell you guys can- - Can they stay?
- [Smecker]
Well, we'll have to check with your mom.
But it's okay with me if your friends sleep over.
[Both Laughing]
Time to feed the dogs.
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
Okay, people.
Okay.
This is our official statement.
The MacManus brothers are not being charged with a crime.
This is a clear-cut case of self-defense.
They are being released at an undisclosed time and location...
in accordance with their wishes.
- Do the MacManus brothers have any priors?
- Can we speak to the brothers?
[Reporters Shouting Questions]
- [Man]
Hey, Rocco, how you doin'?
- Hey!
[Lock Unlocking]
Yeah!
What have you got there?
- Ahh.
- Very nice.
[Thunderclap]
[Monsignor]
This poor soul...
cried out for help.
They watched as he simply walked away.
[Voice Overlapping]
Indifference of good men!
Nobody wanted to get involved.
Nobody- [Echoing]
- [Man's Voice]
Whosoever shed man's blood...
- [Panting]
by man shall his blood be shed.
For in the image of God may deem a man.
Destroy all that which is evil.
So that which is good may flourish.
[Electronic Beeping]
What the f*ck is that?
It's that f*ckin' Russian's pager.
Let's go.
[Coughing]
[All Cheering]
How are ya?
- Keep the faith, man.
- f*ckin' blow me.
- What was that?
Have you got a pen?
- Yeah.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
Be right back.
- Good morning, son.
How are ya?
- Good morning.
- We'd be honored if you would join us.
- See this?
- What's this?
Saints?
Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
- [Russian]
- [Man Speaking Russian]
Amen.
That's not funny, man.
Give it here, package boy.
Joey Beevo said it was important.
Said to give it to him myself.
Give me the f*ckin' thing.
Sit the f*ck down.
So, I'm Rocco.
I'm the funny man.
[Chuckling]
I'm so f*ckin' funny.
- [Whispers]
f*ck you, Vincenzo.
- Uh-huh.
How did you get that shiner on your eye?
What's the matter, someone didn't think you were very funny?
I caught your show at the Velvet Room at the Holiday Inn.
Loved it when you busted into "Viva Las Vegas." - Hey, hey, hey.
- [Shouting In Italian]
[Shouting, Indistinct]
You insignificant little f*ck!
I always get my money, you cocksucking bastardo!
[Slams Down Receiver]
The '90s are k*lling me.
I shouldn't have done that.
You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna k*ll him no more.
I gotta tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes.
Taking all the fun out of the job.
Pappa Joe, you want me to go now?
All the boys tell me how you make them laugh when you come around.
What a crackup you are.
What do they call you?
Uh, the- [Clears Throat]
The-The funny man.
The funny man.
I'm having a shitty day.
I'm depressed.
Tell me a funny joke.
Now?
A joke?
Uh- Um, uh, a joke.
Yeah, all right.
Um, there's these, uh, three guys- a-a-a spic...
a-a-a white guy and a black guy.
- n*gg*r!
- Yeah.
N-N-Yeah.
And they're walkin' along the beach.
They see this pot.
They rub it, a genie comes out.
Genie says you can wish for anything you want.
He asks the Mexican what he wants.
And he goes...
"I want all my people in America to be happy and free in Mexico." So the genie- Poof!
And all the sp*cs are in Mexico.
- And then he asks the black guy- - n*gg*r.
Yeah, that's what I said.
He goes to the n*gg*r, says, "What do you want?" And he goes...
"I want all my African- "my n*gg*r brothers in America...
to be back in Africa and happy and everything." So the genie goes poof!
And, um, all the n*gg*r*s in America...
are in Africa.
And this is goin'- I'm not funny today.
I know.
I'm havin' a hard day.
I-I-This joke sucks.
[Stammering]
It's just a stupid joke.
Continue the joke.
So the genie says to the white guy...
"What's your one wish?" And the white guy goes, "You mean to tell me...
all the n*gg*r*s and sp*cs are out of America?" The genie goes, "Yeah." He says...
"Well, um, I'll have a Coke then." [Laughing]
"I'll have a Coke." Yeah.
Everybody's out...
so he just wants a Coke, 'cause that's all he needs.
- Tell me one more.
- What?
Knock yourselves out.
♪♪[Chorus Vocalizing]
f*ckin' hell.
- Do you know what we need, man?
Some rope.
- Absolutely.
- What are ya, insane?
- No, it ain't.
Charlie Bronson's always got rope.
- What?
- Yeah.
He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.
- You've lost it, haven't it?
- No, I'm serious.
That's stupid.
Name one thing you'd need a rope for.
You don't f*ckin' know what you're gonna need it for.
They just always need it.
What's this "they" sh*t?
This isn't a movie.
Oh.
Right.
Is that right, Rambo?
All right.
Get your stupid f*ckin' rope.
I'll get my stupid rope.
I'll get it.
There's rope right there.
You nervous?
- A bit.
- Myself as well.
[Buzzing]
[Telephone Ringing]
Hello?
Uh-huh.
Room number?
Have we got a time of death?
- We got a body count?
- [Gasps]
- [Whimpers]
- Uh-huh.
I'll be down there in a bit.
Keep the press out.
- What are you doin'?
- I just wanted to cuddle.
Cuddle?
What a f*g.
[Camera Shutter Clicking]
Ooh.
This is a f*cking slaughterhouse.
- How many bodies, Greenly?
- Eight.
Aw, sh*t.
I forgot about that one.
Nine.
Nine?
While Greenly's out gettin' coffee, anybody else want anything?
sh*t!
[Smecker]
So, Duffy...
you got any theories to go with that tie?
Look, f*ck all these other guys.
This was their target- the f*g man.
The what man?
The fat man.
Well, Freud was right.
So you think they came for the f*g man, huh?
What do you base this upon?
He was the only one done right.
Double tap back of the head.
- [Smecker]
And the pennies?
- New hit man wants to leave his mark.
That's a possibility.
Now you Irish cops are perkin' up.
That's two sound theories in one day...
neither of which deal with abnormally-sized men.
Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
Another possibility is they were placed there with religious intent.
Okay, some cultures still put pennies in the eyes of the dead.
Or silver.
The Italians, the Greeks.
[Duffy]
Sicilians.
So, what's the "symbology" there?
The "symbology"?
Now that Duffy has relinquished his King Bonehead crown...
I see we have an heir to the thrown.
I'm sure the word you were looking for was "symbolism." What is the symbolism there.
Let me explain it to you.
In Greek and Roman mythology...
when you d*ed, you'd have to pay the toll to Charon...
the boatman who ferried you across to the Gates of Judgment.
This made sure the dead came to atone for what they did during their lives...
Detective Alapopskalius.
Jesus.
You're the first one that ever got that.
Yeah, well, I'm an expert in nameology.
These burns indicate that they used silencers.
Look at these entry and exit wounds.
They're almost identical.
The two b*ll*ts went in here through the top of the skull...
crisscrossed, and exited through the eyeballs.
This one clue tells us three distinct facts.
- Number one.
Duffy?
- They sh*t him at a downward angle.
- They put him on his knees?
- Excellent.
Number two.
Greenly.
They sh*t him at a downward angle?
It tells us he was the last to die.
And number three.
Dolly.
There was two sh**t.
- Fan-freakin'-tastic.
- Hey, wait a minute.
Stay with me, boys.
What did they do...
to make two such identical wounds?
Two men of similar height dropped this guy down.
Each puts some iron to his head and boom!
That's all she frickin' wrote.
- What about one guy, two g*ns?
- Ah, possible.
But unlikely.
The angles are too extreme.
A guy holding two g*ns to the back of your noodle is going to sh**t straight ahead.
He wouldn't cock out his elbows.
It makes no sense.
Besides, are you telling me one guy came in here...
and k*lled eight men with eight extremely well-aimed sh*ts in just a few seconds?
No way.
It had to be at least two.
[Scoffs]
You and your f*ckin' rope.
- I told you there would be a shaft.
- Just like on television.
[Russian]
f*ck.
[Continues In Russian]
Where the f*ck are you goin'?
Shh!
I f*ckin' hear some sh*t out here.
f*ck you.
I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' your f*ckin' rope around.
- It must weigh 30 pounds.
- Shh!
We are doin' some serious sh*t here.
Now, get a f*ckin' hold of yourself!
Oh, f*ck you!
I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe...
- that's gettin' us f*ckin' lost.
- Would you f*ckin' shut it?
You mother- [Shouting In Russian]
- Jesus f*ckin' Christ.
- Oh, sh*t!
[Together]
Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
[Speaking Latin]
♪♪[Choir Vocalizing]
[Man's Voice]
And I shall count thee among my favored sheep.
And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven.
Television.
Television is the explanation for this.
You see this in bad television.
The little as*ault guys creepin' through the vents, comin' in through the ceiling.
That James Bond sh*t never happens in real life.
Professionals don't do that.
Well, name one thing you're gonna need this stupid f*ckin' rope for.
- That was way easier than I thought.
- Aye.
On TV, you've always got that guy that jumps over the sofa.
- And then you've gotta sh**t him for ten f*ckin' minutes too.
- Aye.
- Christ.
We're good.
- Yes, we are.
Now, what do you think is in that little case there?
- f*ck me!
- Oh.
The hits just keep on comin'.
Ow!
Give it a smell.
- I love our new job.
- [Doorbell Buzzing]
Bastard.
This has got to be his big break.
- Yeah.
- We've got to f*ck with him, right?
- Okay.
- [Laughing]
Shh.
Open the door.
I'm gonna grab him by the f*ckin' hair.
- [Screaming]
- Sit down!
- Get down!
Shut up!
- Don't sh**t!
Don't sh**t!
- We're on the same side.
Please, don't sh**t.
- Get on the ground!
Don't sh**t, don't sh**t.
We're on the same side.
Boss must've sent me in as backup.
I'm Rocco!
- I'm the funny man.
That ain't my name.
- Where's your g*n?
- Where's your g*n?
- I'm the f*ckin' funny man!
It's right here.
Right here.
That ain't my real name.
What the f*ck?
Jeez!
It's a f*ckin' six-sh**t!
- [Panting]
- There's nine bodies, genius!
What the f*ck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, funny man?
Pappa Joe said there was only two!
In and out!
Boy, you guys sure did a good job.
Ah, sh*t.
You guys are good, huh?
Cool masks.
Where'd you get 'em?
- We gotta do him right here!
- Right now!
- Don't, please!
I'm the funny man!
- Right.
- Don't k*ll me!
Don't k*ll me, please!
- Right!
I'm the funny man!
[Laughing Continues]
[Conner]
What a f*ckin' idiot!
f*ckin'-What the f*ckin' f*ck- Who the f*ck- f*ck this f*ckin'- How did you two f*ckin' fucks- f*ck!
Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
All these guys are Russian mob.
But not like those two peons in the alley the other day.
These guys are all syndicate bosses and underbosses.
I have a dossier on every man in this room.
Since the Iron Curtain has gone down...
the Russian syndicates have started to come here.
And in the spirit of Glasnost, the Soviets have opened their borders to the Mafia.
But the Italians, they aren't convinced...
the grounds in Mother Russia are fertile enough for organized crime yet.
So they ain't ready to commit.
But the Russians are coming here anyway.
They are unwelcome.
So, what we have here, gentlemen...
is possibly the beginning...
of the first international mob w*r.
Unless I've totally missed something.
I'm live from the Copley Plaza Hotel...
where we have just been informed that the largest multiple m*rder...
in Boston's history has just taken place.
We have learned that there were nine victims...
all deeply involved in a notoriously violent Russian crime syndicate...
right here in Boston.
Anybody you think is evil?
Aye.
Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho?
Do you know what I think is psycho, Roc?
It's decent men with loving families.
They go home every day after work, and they turn on the news.
You know what they see?
They see rapists...
and murderers and child molesters.
They're all gettin' out of prison.
Mafiosos...
gettin' caught with 20 kilos...
gettin' out on bail the same f*ckin' day.
And everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing- that someone should just go k*ll those m*therf*ckers.
k*ll 'em all.
Admit it.
Even you've thought about it.
You guys should be in every major city.
This is some heavy sh*t.
This is like "Lone Ranger" heavy, man.
f*ck it!
There's so much sh*t that pisses me off!
You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and f*ckin' tired...
of walkin' down the street waitin' for one of these cr*ck-pipin'...
ass-wipin', motherless lowlifes to get me!
Hallelujah, Jaffar.
So you're not just talkin' about mob guys, right?
You're talkin' about pimps and drug dealers and all that sh*t, right?
Oh, yeah.
f*ck.
You guys could do this every g*dd*mn day.
We're sort of like 7-Eleven.
We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
- Mmm.
That is nicely put.
- Thank you very much.
I will f*ck you up, dude.
So then we go right through the f*ckin' ceiling like this- [Continues, Indistinct]
Oh, boy.
You f*ckin' guys.
You ruined me.
I'm f*ckin' done.
Permanent f*ckin' package boy.
Who said that?
You can take credit on that, you know?
What, are you serious?
Yeah.
f*ck it.
If you think about it, it's all you can do, really.
I mean, you can't go in there and tell him it was us.
[Conner]
Climb the corporate ladder, boy.
Don Rocco.
f*ck it.
I'm doin' it.
I deserve it.
I've been workin' for those fat bastards since I've been in high school.
Look at this f*ckin' place.
They're f*ckin' me, man.
They can suck my pathetic little d*ck!
And I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce...
just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.
f*ck it!
I'm doin' it.
It is done!
sh*t!
- sh*t!
sh*t!
- Oh, my God!
- What the f*ck!
- I'm hit!
Oh, f*ck!
[Rocco]
What the f*ck!
I can't believe that just f*ckin' happened!
- Is it dead?
- Oh, my God!
Donna's gonna be angry about her cat.
sh*t.
She's on every drug known to man.
She'd have sold the thing for a dime bag.
Screw her.
[Laughing]
I do kind of feel like an assh*le, though.
Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.
She ain't been around in weeks anyhow.
Listen, something's been botherin' me about last night.
What?
What if your boss knew how many fellows were supposed to be there?
- What are you-What are you sayin'?
- Think about it.
Nine men, six b*ll*ts.
Think they sold me out?
No way.
No way.
Listen, he probably knew you'd end up nailin' the fat guy...
maybe one or two more, but he had to know you weren't walkin' out of there.
Figure it out.
The sh**t's dead at the scene.
There's no in-depth investigation.
They'll just slide right off his f*ckin' back.
'Cause what the f*ck?
As much as I love you, man, you are not exactly Don Corleone.
No, no, that- That's just not the way things are done.
Besides, how does he know...
I just don't get in there, see there's too many of 'em, serve 'em their f*ckin' food- Because he f*ckin' knows you, Roc!
A smooth hitter would have gone in there, seen it was a f*ckin' wash and slipped out.
But you, he knows this is your only sh*t.
You've been waitin' 18 f*ckin' years.
No.
No, no.
That-That- That just ain't the way- No, that's bull-That's bullshit.
You don't know what you're talkin' about.
That's just not the way things happen.
I mean, thanks for your concern and all, but that just ain't the thing of it.
Do me a favor, all right?
Just roll it around a bit on your way in.
- Will you for me?
- No.
No rollin'.
Nothin' needs to be rolled.
f*ck!
- Where the f*ck are you goin'?
Did you tell him?
- Of course I f*ckin' told him.
- Then what the f*ck?
- You guys don't know that sh*t for sure!
Oh, you're such a f*ckin' ret*rd!
- Hey, f*ck you!
- Oh, man, use your f*ckin' brain for once!
Is it so unbelievable that they don't f*ckin' care about ya?
Oh, yeah, you two f*ckin' micks know what's goin' on, huh?
- f*ck you both!
- This is not a f*ckin' thing you should gamble on, all right?
I'm the f*ck out of here.
Fine!
f*ck it!
What kind of flowers you want at your funeral, you dumb wop?
- It's the last time I'm gonna see ya!
- I'll be back at nine!
- Bury the f*ckin' cat!
- Listen, you get in there...
and you start gettin' a bad vibe, you get the f*ck out quick!
- [Ringing]
- Hello?
- [Rocco]
Murph.
- Hey, Roc.
You okay?
Anybody call for me?
No, man.
Are you sure you're okay?
I'm f*ckin' fine.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
[Line Disconnects]
[Woman]
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Pack your sh*t!
Pack your sh*t!
We gotta get out of here!
- We gotta get out!
- What the f*ck are you talkin' about?
I k*lled them!
Oh, Jesus, I k*lled them all!
- Just calm down.
Tell us what happened.
- No!
- [Together]
Rocco!
- [Conner]
Calm down, man.
f*ck you!
You start gettin' excited, m*therf*cker!
- We gotta go!
- [Woman]
Rocco!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
- Well, how many were there?
- f*ckin' hurry the f*ck up!
All right!
I love this sh*t!
- What the f*ck is wrong with you, Roc?
- The cocksucker sold me out!
Didn't I tell you, Roc?
Did they pull on you first?
What am I doin'?
In the middle of the Lakeview!
Lakeview the deli, Roc?
- Looks like we got us a new f*ckin' recruit.
- [Together]
Rocco!
- What?
- Where's my cat?
I k*lled your cat, you druggie bitch.
- God.
Why?
- What?
I felt it would bring closure to our relationship.
- You k*lled my-my- - Your what?
- My- - Your f*ckin' what?
Huh?
Your what, bitch?
I'll sh**t myself in the head...
if you can tell me that cat's name!
Go ahead!
Your what?
Your precious little- - Skippy.
Skippy.
- Oh, Jesus.
What color was it, bitch?
Don't you f*ckin' yell at her like that, you prick!
Shut your fat ass, Rayvie!
I can't buy a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you f*cked!
- [Whimpering]
- Damn!
Son of a bitch.
[Conner]
Let's go!
Let's get the f*ck outta here!
Those rat fucks!
All of them were all laughin' at me, man.
- Are you sure you k*lled them, Roc?
- f*ckin'-A right I did.
I had a g*dd*mn turkey sh**t over there.
- Anybody call for me?
- [Murphy]
No, man.
Are you sure you're okay?
I'm f*ckin' fine.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
[Woman]
♪I know there's something happening here ♪ ♪I know there's something happening here ♪ ♪Do my eyes deceive my mind ♪ I'll bet it was a f*ckin' test.
Vincenzo came in here sh**t' his mouth off.
He made sure we knew.
[Sniffling]
But we did what we were supposed to, huh?
We kept our mouths shut.
You?
You did your part.
f*ck!
They know we're goodfellas now.
We'll get taken care of, baby.
What?
Did everyone know?
Next thing you're gonna tell me Sal was in on it.
Vincenzo told Sal first.
That fat f*ck knew before we did.
At least we got our funny man back, huh?
[Laughing]
♪Here's some more that you fear ♪ ♪♪[Loud Rock]
- That was funny, wasn't it?
That was real f*cking funny!
- No, not me!
Not me!
Huh?
Ha!
Funny!
Funny!
- Funny!
Funny!
Funny!
- [g*n Hammer Clicking]
- Funny!
- ♪Full, full ♪ ♪Full, full ♪ ♪Full, full ♪ - ♪Full ♪♪ - Listen, Roc, did anybody see ya?
f*ck, man, I might as well have gone around postin' flyers.
Right out in public, man.
[Whimpering]
Liberating, isn't it?
- Let's f*cking go!
- You know, it is a bit.
[Rocco]
Conner, stop the car!
Stop the f*cking car, man!
Vincenzo, that fat m*therf*cker, Yakavetta's right hand!
He's the one who set me up, then he went around telling everybody I was as good as dead.
Goes there every Wednesday night 10:00, jerks off on the same titty dancer.
Never misses.
- Yeah, so?
- So?
So let's k*ll the m*therf*cker!
I mean, what are you guys?
That's your new thing, right?
- Yeah, well- - Ah, what the f*ck!
I mean, who makes the cut?
Is there a raffle or something?
To tell you the truth, those first ones, they just sort of fell onto our laps.
Well, what do you do?
We haven't really got a system of decidin' who, Roc.
It's- Me!
Me!
I'm the guy!
I know everyone, their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to!
I got phone numbers, addresses!
I know who they're f*ckin'!
I know where they live!
We could k*ll everyone.
So what do you think?
I'm strangely comfortable with it.
[Chuckles]
[Tires Screech]
That's him.
- Okay, Roc.
- [Laughing]
[Whispering]
What?
You guys got masks.
You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert.
[Laughing Continues]
Fine.
f*ck it!
When we're through, she can I.D.
Me.
I don't care.
Just trying to be professional, but no!
- It looks fine.
- No, f*ck it.
No, shut the f*ck up!
You look good.
Put it on.
You look f*cking scary, man.
Now, Roc, are you sure that you're "O-B-kay-B"?
[Sobbing]
[Clears Throat]
She was in here when it all went down.
- Can she I.D. 'em?
- No.
- There were wearin' masks.
- Of course they were.
You scream, you're dead!
Which one's he in?
And don't make like you don't know who the f*ck I'm talkin' about!
- Don't you talk to me like that, you dirty little girl.
- [Woman Moaning]
Oh, yeah.
Give it to Daddy.
Oh, this is one sick m*therf*cker.
- How many?
- Three.
Two of them did the sh**t'.
[Conner, Murphy]
"... and teeming with souls shall it ever be." [Conner, Murphy Ending Prayer In Latin]
Our little theory from last night just got sh*t to sh*t.
Something new is going on here.
After talking to the dancer...
we know their mark was the guy in the middle booth.
After she watches 'em whack him, she passes out.
What the f*ck are you doing?
I'll tip her!
Why are there two extra victims?
- Witnesses.
- No way they could have seen.
Allow me to enlighten you gentlemen...
to the protocol of the p*rn industry...
as I'm sure you've never been in one of these places before.
A man goes into the booth, puts the money through the slot...
the dancer gets it on the other side.
She hits the button, the door goes up.
Now there's only glass between you, and that's "little fireman" time.
No way they could have seen it.
Those doors were down, so that means this: They looked in, down through the peepholes...
saw these guys, opened the doors from the inside...
pop, pop, pop, right through the glass.
Why?
- It's like a scumbag yard sale.
- We should come down here once a week and clean house.
Maybe the three guys had something in common.
No, this guy's big-time.
These two are street-walkin' scum.
Then that's what they had in common- they're all bad guys.
Now they're all dead bad guys.
Oh, man, you gotta let me do these guys.
I'm such a moron.
I gotta make up for that tit thing.
- There's no way.
I've been waitin' for this assh*le.
- Oh, come on.
Come on, man.
Give the guy his sh*t.
It's the real deal, Roc.
Evil men, dead men.
Good sh**ting...
shitty sh**ting.
[g*ns f*ring]
Plus...
we got us a genuine...
Kennedy assassination-style b*llet theory here.
Two g*ns were used.
The guy in the middle...
was done with both of 'em.
But this guy, he was k*lled...
with b*ll*ts from g*n "A" only...
and this guy, g*n "B" only.
But ballistics dug two slugs out of the wall from "B"...
over here where the victim was done with "A." And it's the same thing over here.
Why the crossover?
That's just f*ckin' weird.
I have no idea.
Jesus, I just can't think anymore.
That scene over at the coffee shop today just tapped me out.
What scene?
Some guy went nuts over off of Com Ave.
sh*t three guys to death in a coffee shop, broad daylight, fled the scene.
- Don't have much on him.
- Why wasn't I informed of this?
They weren't related.
The guy used a.38.
- No pennies, totally amateur.
- Who were the victims?
- A couple of mob peons and a fat f*ck bartender.
- Oh, isn't that beautiful?
All the lowlifes in quiet city Boston start droppin' dead, and you think it's unrelated!
Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinkin' for me...
I will have a f*cking tag on my toe!
Now get me a squad car and get me over there!
I want crime scene photos and any witness statements now!
Wyatt f*ckin' Earp!
It looks like we got us a cowboy.
Hmm.
[Conner, Murphy]
"So we shall flow a river forth to Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be. " [Conner, Murphy Ending Prayer In Latin]
Hey, hey, man.
You guys gotta teach me that prayer.
- That's some good sh*t, man.
- Cool it, Roc.
It's a family prayer.
- My father's father before him.
So that's our sh*t.
- Oh, come on!
[Woman Reporting]
The victims were found..
at a local adult entertainment parlor.
These murders, coupled with the three suspected mob-related killings..
that occurred at this local Boston deli earlier this afternoon...
brings the death toll to six, just today.
There is no doubt that all the victims have been criminals.
Perhaps this explains why a public outcry...
to have these crimes stopped has not been heard.
Ah, these two crime scenes are related.
Too many coincidences.
Same day, five hours apart...
dead mobsters in both scenes.
Now...
why did he k*ll the bartender?
Crime of passion.
Just went nuts.
He sh*t everyone in here.
- Just ran out of b*ll*ts.
- Does this look like a friggin' post office to you?
This guy came in here with intent.
Maybe he didn't know exactly what he was gonna do, but he had a good idea.
No, the bartender was no f*ckin' accident.
Well, we didn't need any help on that.
A lot of people saw it.
Nobody's talkin'.
Figures.
Oh, look.
Are you guys seeing the pattern here?
We got big questions at both of these crime scenes with no answers.
Why did they k*ll the guys in the other two booths?
Why did they do the bartender?
f*ck!
I hate cold crime scenes!
I'm f*cking leaving now.
And do me a favor.
Tell me when the next one dies...
'cause these guys are not done yet.
f*ck you.
Augustus, I need your help.
I have a serious problem.
I am not screwing around here.
I need...
Il Duce.
[Cell Door Slams]
The Duke?
Huh.
What did you do?
Rocco- this package boy- he could bring down the whole East Coast.
If he decides to turn state's evidence...
he could take us apart brick by brick.
But he's happy, now...
with just k*lling us one by one.
And worse, he's good at it.
Listen, kid.
I hope you understand who you're dealin' with here.
This guy is no slouch.
When I was a boy...
you and papa used to speak of him like he was a ghost.
- Move him.
- [g*ns Cocking]
[Augustus]
Your father and I used him three times in 20 years...
only when things got totally f*cked.
Whenever we needed one of our own bumped off...
we'd call this guy in.
He had a thing for clippin' wise guys.
But only one rule: No women, no kids.
Believe me, kid, you don't want this guy...
unless you are 100% sure you need him.
He's a f*ckin' monster.
But only one thing.
He's been rottin' in the can the last 25 or 30 years.
Don't even know if he's still alive or if he’s even up to it.
[Cell Door Closes]
There.
- Well, there are ways around that.
- Yeah.
Go find one.
All right.
Let's talk some business here.
I know a sick f*ck makes the ones we been doin' look like altar boys.
[Rocco]
Worst night of my life when I met this guy.
The guy never says a f*ckin' word to me.
We're drivin'25 minutes...
never a sigh, no throat clearing, nothing.
Yeah, you're always making great f*ckin' sense, you dumb bitch.
- I don't care.
[Chattering Continues]
- [g*nshots]
[Rocco Continues]
His face-blank, man.
Just nothin' there.
This guy takes out a whole family- wife, kids, everyone-like he's ordering a f*cking pizza.
This house is clean.
I knew if I didn't keep it together, it was my ass.
He has a poker game out back of his place...
with a bunch of wise guys every Saturday.
Worst day of my life, man.
Well, I'm sold.
Don't worry, Roc.
We'll do this guy right, and you'll feel a lot better.
[Indistinct Chattering]
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
Okay.
Here's what happened.
They waited in a parked car down the street for the kid to leave.
[g*ns Cocking]
There he goes.
They came in through the garage.
The kid says he leaves it open when he takes his bike out.
Now they know the wife is the gatekeeper.
She knows the code.
- Hit the numbers, lady.
Hit the numbers.
- [Muffled Whimpering]
- I will k*ll you!
I will k*ll you!
- Don't!
Her hands are taped.
Why do I always gotta be on bitch detail?
The wife says she doesn't know what happened after she hit the code.
She just remembers going down, but judging from the burn mark on her back...
I think what they did was use a stun g*n on her.
Now this guy knows that his friend is coming to the game...
and they know that this door can only be opened from the inside.
So they wait.
And when that door opens...
man...
nobody's ready for it.
Panic, devastation.
This was like sh**t' fish in a friggin' barrel.
All of 'em.
Now these guys dove under the table.
The trajectory on the b*llet showed that they came from straight across.
So that means one of our sh**t dropped to his knees.
- Something went wrong right here.
- sh*t!
sh*t!
He ain't here!
Oh, what the f*ck you mean, he isn't here?
- I mean he ain't here!
- Look again, for f*ck's sake!
I know what the f*ck he looks like!
Look behind ya!
Ah!
Son of a- Oh, sh*t!
- [Growling]
- sh**t this m*therf*cker!
No!
f*cking let the bloke go!
- Let him go!
- f*ck!
Jesus!
- Now's your chance to earn your stripes, Roc!
- He'll f*cking get k*lled!
It was your idea to bring him in!
One of these guys is a real sicko.
He knew this man.
He wanted him to suffer.
All right, Roc.
Now's your chance!
- You take that man!
- I don't wanna die!
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
Sick f*ck!
Sick f*ck!
Sick f*ck!
- All right then.
- f*ck you, f*ckin'- Now take a f*ckin' deep breath there, Roc.
You did fine.
It was nicely done.
They exited out the front door.
[Smecker]
They had no idea what they were in for.
Now they're starin' at six men with g*ns drawn.
It was a f*ckin' ambush.
This was a f*ckin' b*mb...
droppin' on Beaver Cleaverville.
For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon.
[Growls]
There was a firefight!
♪♪[Chanting]
♪♪[Chanting Continues]
- [g*n f*ring Continues]
- [Shouting, Indistinct]
You son of a bitch!
[Yelling]
Murph, are you all right?
m*therf*cker!
- Roc, get the f*cking bag!
- f*ckin' sh*t!
Christ!
- Get the blood!
Get the blood!
- What the f*ck was that?
- He sh*t my f*cking finger off!
- Roc, what the f*ck?
Get the f*ck out of here!
- m*therf*cker!
- f*cking sh*t!
- Get the f*cking bag!
- My f*cking finger!
f*cking sh*t!
What if it was just one guy with six g*ns?
Why don't you let me do the thinking, huh, genius?
Hey, what's taking so long with those blood samples?
[Woman]
I can't get a good sample.
Oh!
There's a variable here I'm not seeing.
[Sniffing]
[Laughing]
They used ammonia.
None of this is any good.
f*ck!
You know what that means?
Even if we get suspects in the case...
we got nothin', nothin', nothin'!
f*ck!
Who the f*ck are they?
I've never seen any f*cking thing like this in my f*cking life!
Who the f*ck are they?
[Indistinct Chattering]
Who the f*ck was he, Rocco?
I know you f*cking know, so don't even start.
f*ck you!
I told you I never saw him before!
Well, he sure as f*ck knew you!
f*ck you!
f*ck you both!
- [All Arguing]
- Yeah?
Don't start lying to us now!
We're f*ckin' three amateurs here!
[Arguing Continues]
I'm confident that their investigation will end...
in the apprehension of the suspects.
- f*ckin' hell.
- What?
What, that guy?
That's the guy that got us off the hook with the Checkov thing.
- And he's one smart man.
- They got nothin'.
Well, this guy is very sharp.
If he hasn't figured us out yet, he will.
- You bet your ass he will.
- Well, I'd say that makes him a lia-f*ckin'-bility.
- He isn't to be touched.
- He's a good man.
Okay, whatever.
[Scanner Beeping]
♪♪[Classical]
No, that's all wrong.
David Della- I missed it.
Paul, you've already had quite a bit.
Are you sure you wanna- - Just pour the drink, you fairy f*ck.
- [Gasping]
Whew!
I smell you.
[Bell Tolling]
[Tolling Continues]
Hey, Murph.
This early mornin' church sh*t's gotta go.
We have to go in the mornin'.
We're on the lam now, you know.
[Snoring]
Hey.
[Whispering]
You're gonna do what I say, got it?
- Yes.
- I'm sorry you're gonna have to see this.
- Don't look at me.
- I didn't see any- Shut up.
Shut the f*ck up.
[Priest]
Don't do this, my son.
Have you no fear of God?
That's who I'm doin' this for.
Now open the f*ckin' thing, Father.
Father, I'll do you right here.
God have mercy on my soul.
You little f*ck, let him go, or I'll drop you right f*ckin' now.
Okay, just calm down.
He could hurt us, brother.
- He could ruin the whole thing.
- You let him go...
or I will deliver you right f*cking here!
You won't do it.
You won't, Conner.
You love me, man.
- I swear to f*ckin'- - Hello.
You there?
- I swear to f*ckin'- - Hello.
You there?
Y-Yes, my son.
[Whispering]
Do your thing, Father.
Don't f*ck this up.
- How long since your last confession?
- Christ.
I've never confessed.
I come here for advice...
not "slalvation." Why have you come to a church for counsel if you're not religious?
It's ethics.
I put evil men behind bars...
but the law has miles of red tape and loopholes...
for these cocksuckers to slip through.
I found...
out there are these two guys...
who fix the situation with an iron fist...
as if they had God's permission.
God's permission?
God doesn't grant- In this day and age...
I believe what they do is necessary.
I feel it is correct.
A soul is what gives us feelings.
It's like a conduit...
through which the Lord speaks to us.
You felt your answers would be here...
in the house of the Lord today.
And you feel...
these men are necessary.
So the Lord has spoken to you twice today.
Has He now?
[Scoffs]
You are the one who came into this church speaking about beliefs and feelings.
Is it so hard to believe that God has brought you here?
I guess not.
It's very easy to be sarcastic about religion.
But it's much more difficult...
to take a stand.
[Sighs]
I wanna stand for what I believe in, Father.
First you have to know what your beliefs are.
I believe that these young men are right.
- You know them personally?
- Yes.
Would they ever harm an innocent person, for any reason?
No.
They would never do that.
Well, the two Irish guys wouldn't.
The Italian guy, he might.
He's kind of an idiot.
I'm beginning to see.
All the things I wish I could do...
these guys are doing.
W- W-What should I do?
Because I am a man...
who's supposed to uphold the law.
The laws of God...
are higher...
than the laws...
of man.
Yes, I-I was thinking that too.
No, no.
I was feeling it.
All I needed was to hear you say it.
Amen.
I will help them.
- Forgive me, Father.
- Thank you, Father.
Whatever.
Amen.
Good-bye.
- [g*n Uncocks]
- [Grunts]
[Rocco]
Now listen.
Um, "dominus ominus," you know.
And remember, you're bound.
You can't talk to anyone about this.
No one.
- Just get out of the church.
- Okay.
Just get out of the church!
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
What the f*ck's that supposed to mean?
- That's all you can give me?
- The light hit the side of his face.
Looked like he had a gray beard.
Maybe late '50s, early '60s.
So you're telling me it was one guy with six g*ns...
and he was a senior freakin' citizen?
Yeah, and it's better if we find this man before he finds us again.
I'll see what I can do.
How do I get in touch with you?
We'll hit Pappa Joe tonight, right in the comfort of his own home.
We're gonna move on to New York.
It's just- - It's getting a bit hot for us here.
- Be careful.
All right.
Call you tonight, afterwards.
- It feels like it's still there.
- Yeah, but it's not.
[Augustus]
I don't know who he is.
Nobody does.
The Duke's a f*ckin' Houdini.
He does a disappearin' act.
What did he bring him in for?
Well, he needs an outsider.
This Rocco kid is smart.
He knows everyone.
He'd spot our hitters a mile away.
Just for him- the package boy?
He's the one sh**t' up all his guys, right?
He's scared of the kid.
- Said he's good.
He's got every g*n in the city up there.
- Up where?
Up at his house.
I don't know what's going on...
but I know it's gotta have something to do with this kid.
Oh, f*ck!
We got 'em.
They tried to get in through the basement.
- How many?
- Three.
- [Indistinct Chattering]
- [g*n Cocks]
[Man]
Where you goin', huh?
Where the f*ck you goin', huh?
I'm f*ckin' talkin' to you, m*therf*cker!
[Cursing, Shouting Continue]
- f*ck you!
- Shut up!
Shh!
Shh.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Shh.
- [Speaking Italian]
Sit up.
You have some answers for me, no?
Yeah.
f*ck you.
Roc!
Roc, look at me!
- [Indistinct Shouting]
- Roc!
- [g*nsh*t]
[Screaming]
sh*t!
- [Screaming Continues]
- Roc!
- Roc!
Roc, you'll be fine!
- [Screaming Continues]
- [Screaming Continues]
- Roc!
Okay.
What do you boys think?
- These guys are tough.
- f*ckin'-A, right.
- Ain't no f*ckin' way they're gonna talk.
- I know Rocco.
He ain't smart enough for this sh*t.
Those other guys are the brains.
- He's just a player.
- He's a punk.
There's only one thing to do.
God!
No!
- Roc!
Roc!
No!
- [Indistinct Shouting]
Roc!
Roc!
- [Murphy Whimpering]
- No!
No!
Roc!
Roc!
You can't stop!
You get out of here.
Don't ever stop.
Roc!
No!
No!
Roc!
- You m*therf*cker!
- [Crying]
Yeah!
I'm gonna k*ll them!
[Chair Banging]
- [Man]
Hey, boss.
- Yeah, Chappy?
I don't mean no disrespect, but I think we're forgettin' something here.
This II Duce's a f*ckin' animal.
He's gonna stop when someone dies.
I guarantee you right now, he thinks this thing is on.
[Speaking Italian]
- What?
- [Italian Continues]
If this guy still thinks the job is on...
m*therf*cker is in the bushes right now.
I am going.
You four...
stay here...
and deal with it.
[Shouts]
Do it!
- Just one f*ckin' guy.
- f*ck you, Geno.
- What's the big f*ckin' deal?
- Do it!
[Grunting]
I'm going back downstairs and workin' on these pricks.
- What the f*ck?
- [Grunting]
Hey.
Joey Bevo sent me over...
as entertainment.
Sorry, baby.
Tonight ain't the night for this sh*t.
It's really hittin' the fan in there, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Sighing]
f*ckin' Bevo's great, man.
He's always sendin' us primo box.
All right.
Let's go.
[Geno Whispering]
Come here.
- What the f*ck are you doing?
- Come on, man.
I haven't been laid in a week.
It'll take five minutes.
Hurry up!
Oh, baby.
Oh, come to Mama.
- You're a dirty girl.
No.
- Come to Mama.
Oh, come to Mama.
Oh.
- You wanna ride the champ?
- Yeah, baby.
- All right.
All right.
Let's do it, man.
Ringside.
- Big, strong man.
- Come on, baby.
- Yeah, that's right.
You want a little sh*t at the title?
I'll give you a sh*t at the title right here- - What the f*ck?
- [Yelling]
[Both Grunting]
[Grunts]
Too far.
Too far.
It's on now.
It's on now.
[g*n Cocks]
Hey, babe.
What's it, two for one?
[Grunts]
[Grunts]
[Together]
"And shepherds we shall be...
"for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
- Power hath descended forth from Thy ha-" - [g*ns Click]
[g*ns Cock]
"That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
"We will flow a river forth unto Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
" [Ends Prayer In Latin]
Standing trial today for the third time in two years...
is infamous Mafia don Pappa Joe Yakavetta.
Yakavetta takes the stand to defend himself...
against allegations of his involvement...
in the ordered killings of no less than 17 men.
The state's case against him relies heavily on circumstantial evidence...
and a third acquittal has already been predicted.
[Il Duce]
Never shall innocent blood be shed.
Yet, the blood of the wicked...
shall flow like a river.
The three shall spread their blackened wings...
and be the vengeful, striking hammer of God.
Ah, I was with my mother.
We were at the Genovese- the butcher- - because on Thursdays she makes a gnocchi for- - [Laughing]
- [Italian]
- [Judge]
Mr. Yakavetta...
you will demonstrate order in my courtroom.
- Counsel, proceed.
- Look at his charisma.
- He's the next John Gotti.
- He'll walk...
even with all this evidence.
Look, all of Yakavetta's people are on the left.
All the families of the men he's k*lled are on the right.
Everyone wants some justice.
- I don't know where I was.
- Look at him.
He doesn't have a care in the world.
He's gonna walk.
[Laughing]
- [Indistinct Shouting]
- You, to the back!
[Shouting Continues]
Shut the f*cking camera!
Up top, drop your g*ns!
One at a time!
Now!
Drop it!
- Come here.
- Where are you taking me?
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
- Shut the f*ck up!
Get to the back!
You people have been chosen...
to reveal our existence to the world!
You will witness what happens here today..
and you will tell of it later.
All eyes to the front.
- Now is a good time to f*cking- - Shut your f*ckin' mouth!
You must watch, dear.
It'll all be over soon.
[Fire Alarm Ringing]
[g*ns Cocking]
Get down, get down, get down!
Now you will receive us!
We do not ask for your poor or your hungry!
We do not want your tired and sick!
- It is your corrupt we claim.
- It is your evil that will be sought by us!
With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Each day we will spill their blood...
till it rains down from the skies!
Do not k*ll.
Do not r*pe.
Do not steal.
These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace!
These are not polite suggestions!
These are codes of behavior...
and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost!
There are varying degrees of evil.
We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over...
into true corruption, into our domain.
For if you do, one day you will look behind you...
and you will see we three.
And on that day, you will reap it!
And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
"And shepherds we will be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
"Power hath descended forth from Thy hand...
- [Cursing In Italian]
- "that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
"So we shall flow a river forth to Thee...
and teeming with souls shall it ever be." [All Ending Prayer In Latin]
- [g*nf*re]
- [Crowd Screaming, Shouting]
[Screaming, Shouting Continue]
[Reporter]
Did you see what happened?
- [Crying]
Yes, I was there.
- [Sirens Wailing]
How far are we going to take this, Da?
The question is not how far.
The question is, do you possess the constitution...
the depth of faith...
to go as far as is needed?
After the astonishing display of vigilantism...
during the Yakavetta trial yesterday...
the largest manhunt in recent memory is being undertaken...
to capture three men the media have dubbed "the Saints." This reporter went out to the street to find out what you thought about these three.
Somebody can just go out, get a g*n and sh**t somebody...
because they feel they're doing some good in the world?
- No comment.
- Making the world a safer place.
- Are you kidding?
- They're k*lling for good and only the people who k*ll.
- Listen to yourself.
This is gonna create something so much worse.
- I don't think so at all.
- Well, I think you're just naive then.
I love the Saints, man.
They doin' a great job.
Keep it goin', man.
Get these murderers off the streets.
They're not out there just k*lling for fame.
- They just wanna be famous.
- They should be in every major city.
- Every major city.
- These guys are playing God.
This whole religious twist.
Who do they think they are?
I believe in capital punishment.
If they let me, I'd pull the switch.
Get 'em all!
k*ll 'em all!
I'm all for it.
[Beep]
them [Beep].
The more people they k*ll, the better it is for everybody.
That's what they get- No, do not do that, Laquelle, because you don't even know!
- Sign me up, man.
- Sign me up.
All right?
- Where can I sign up?
- Who are they to be judge and jury?
- No.
What if your mom sees?
- No comment.
- No comment.
- I'm afraid for myself.
I'm afraid for my kids.
I'm afraid to walk down the street.
I can't even believe you're saying that.
That's crazy.
When did you turn into such a sissy?
- I think they just get off on k*lling people.
- Well, I have no comment.
- No comment on that, dear.
- I have nothing to say.
Thanks.
All this hoopla with the media.
You guys are making it worse right now.
You're giving them the power.
By sticking that in my face, you're giving the Saints power.
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- I really don't wanna talk about that.
You walk into some kid's bedroom, and it's gonna be there.
You have Batman, Superman and these Saints.
Are you losing any sleep, honey?
- 'Cause you know what?
I'm certainly not.
- No comment.
- Don't talk to them.
- They're damn good.
They're right!
I'm ready to [Beep]
my [Beep]
on.
Okay?
I'm ready to get busy too.
You know, I'm ready to get busy.
Boondock Saints, The (1999)
Moderator: Maskath3