01x02 - Loyalty to the Master

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "The Continental"...

What Frankie took is very important.

Find your brother, 'cause if you don't,

I'll bring the weight of this
whole institution

down on you both.

[alarm blares[

- Where is the coin press?
- Frankie took it.

You thought you could
outsmart the High Table...

foolish.

Running g*ns, I'm guessing.

Were you close with them over there?

If you need someone
in charge of saving your life,

I'll take Frankie every time.

We made a promise to Dad.

This was his dojo, but now
it's just some money pit

that you can't seem to let go.

You made a big f*cking
mistake coming here, Winston.

We're all running now,
but I can help you...

both of you.

Trust me.

So you think I'm just gonna drop a case

and go back to making it with you

like this conversation never happened?

My job is to f*ck you.

Look, I'm looking for the supplier.

His name is Francis Scott,
and he is a ghost.

- We have no authority here.
- It's time to outsource.

Perhaps some of our guests
are available... the twins.

Get me those twins.

You both need to look after each other.

They want me and this!

Frankie!

I need g*ns, lots of g*ns.

Let me get that rag.

- Let me do it.
- No way.

You said yourself
I'm the one with the arm.

And who struck you out twice last week?

You keep bringing that up,
I ain't gonna let you do sh*t.

It ain't just about that.

Why, 'cause I'm younger?

Damn kid.

What even bring me for...
just so I can carry the rag?

All right, fine.

You better be Whitey
g*dd*mn Ford with this,

or Cormac's gonna have our ass,
you hear me?

Watch your hand, Winston.

Go. Go.

Fuego!

Ayúdame!

There's people in there.

- Run.
- Ayúdame!

Frankie, there's people in there.

Winston, run!

Hey.

- The brother?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's him.
- Personal effects.

Thanks, Ezra.

We don't have much time.

Put it right over there.

Hey!

What the f*ck are y'all doing
in my dojo?

Hey!

That ain't mine!
You got the wrong address!

Hey!

That ain't mine.

Hey! Who do you work for?

Not you, bitch.

Burton, huh?

sh*t.

You're faster than they say.

You're new here? Chen know about this?

Chen's gone.

New rules, my rules.

In this neighborhood, everyone
gets a cigarette machine.

My father and Chen had an understanding.

He stayed out of my father's business,

and we stayed out of his.

It's a little more complex than that.

Well, here's my rule.

You mess with my place,
you messing with my family.

I'm a businessman.
You're a businesswoman.

Focus on your business,
not picking up broken glass.

Weiko!

Hi. It's me.

What?

You're not answering your phone.

Look, what the hell are you doing, huh?

It's Tuesday.

f*cking Tuesday.

You know what? This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

You think you can just
break into my house,

drop off some file,

and everything just goes back to normal?

I'm trying to help you with
your little investigation here.

Thought you'd appreciate it.

Your guy's MIA, so you can stop
your little goose chase.

You know, I don't need
your help, and he's not MIA.

- No?
- No.

How do you know that? You saw him?

- No.
- How do you know that?

I got a hunch.

A detective
with a hunch... that's original.

You know what? Screw you.

Just tell me why you're
so fixated on the guy.

You know, I thought we had an agreement.

I don't ask about your family,
and you don't ask me about...

This is different than that,

- and you know it.
- It's not different.

Stay out of my personal business.

I didn't come here to argue with you.

No, I know exactly
what you came here for.

- Oh, you do?
- Yep.

It's the perfect relationship.

Okay.

Keep our side sh*t out of it. Copy that.

- Yeah. No. No, no, no, no.
- Shh, shh, shh, come here.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Speaking.

Francis Scott?

You sure it's him?

No, no, no, no.

Uh, just, uh, uh, give me a moment.

I'll be there, all right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Look, this maybe don't help
take the pain away,

but word on the street is that
Frankie got the last laugh.

Chest was empty.

W-what do you mean empty?

I mean whatever they k*lled him for,
they never got it.

Everything's always on Frankie's terms.

I feel like somebody should...

say something.

I can say a little...

I'm going to k*ll Cormac,
and I need all of you.

I was thinking more
like a prayer or something.

Cormac is on
a different level now, Winston.

You so much as spit on his stoop,

every freak in and around
that hotel will be after you.

My point exactly.

Coin press is still missing.

They're gonna come after
anyone who ever knew Frankie.

We had nothing to do with this.

He's desperate. We have to strike first.

Let's just give him what he wants.

Let this beef die with Frankie.

I don't have it,

and I have no clue where
Frankie would have hidden it.

And they will k*ll all of us
before they realize that.

It ain't as simple as taking him out.

We still got to deal
with The Continental.

A takeover...

of the whole hotel?

Listen...

if we k*ll Cormac,
we're not only taking his life.

We are taking his g*dd*mn house

and everything that comes with it...

including his hold
on the g*n-running game.

That's right.
Everything will go through you.

No longer will you be a middleman

living outside the system...
you will be the system.

How are we supposed to believe

a guy in an ascot can pull this off?

That's simple... because I know Cormac.

I know how he operates, how he thinks,

how he manipulates people,

because as a kid,
he did it to me and Frankie.

We were his errand boys.
We thought he was a god.

That's not gonna be enough.

Well, I also have a lot of money,

problem-solving money,
enough to build an army.

I was planning on starting
a new life with it.

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What did she say?

She wants to know where Frankie is.

Frankie.

Uh-oh.

Stop.

Lemmy...

Jesus.

Look...

Okay, okay. Hold on. Hold on a second.

Let me explain, all right?

We had no time.
I had to move quickly, okay?

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

Wait, back off.

You had no right.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. Get back.

Yen, I'm sorry.

Yen, wait.

What, uh...

Sorry.

If we're gonna take on The Continental,

we're gonna need her.

Francis Patrick Scott. Yep.

Okay, yeah, where the hell is he now?

Ezra, get in here.

Yeah?

Where the hell is drawer ,
Francis Scott?

I don't know. I didn't tag him.

This isn't your handwriting?

Nope.

Sorry about the confusion.

It's been a nightmare around here.

Bodies piling up every winter.
It's awful.

But when he turns up,
I'll give you a call.

You do that.

Thanks.

Hey, Ezra.

You didn't tag Francis Scott?

No.

Interesting.

Coroner's assistant, huh?

That's, like, one step above
gassing puppies at the pound, no?

I just can't even imagine

all the creepy stuff
that happens in here.

You probably don't want me
looking around here, right?

You don't intimidate me, lady.

How about now?

Jesus.

Tell you what... I'll let you
keep doing whatever it is

that you're doing down here

if you tell me who came
and got Francis Scott's body.

I don't know his name.

He gets contraband delivered here

every once in a while from overseas.

I don't ask questions.

Aah!

This wasn't from overseas.

Listen, they came in
flashing a bunch of cash,

wanted the body cremated.

That's a nice watch.

- "They"?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, uh, t-there were two of them.

O-one I never seen before...

t-t-the guy's brother, I guess,
fancy out-of-towner.

- What's his brother's name?
- I don't know.

What do you know?

They... they were driving
a green VW bus.

Ah! I think they live in C-Chinatown.

If you think of anything else,

you know where to find me.

Really a magnificent talent.

Credit to you, sir, discovering him.

Well, in crisis, we're
all gluttons in our own way.

You gorge yourself
on cellists, while I...

well, I-I prefer
more traditional victuals.

If I knew you were coming,
I'd have rolled out the red...

Oh, you weren't expecting me...

in the wake of last night's events?

And you eat...

rather celebratory, considering
your slew of recent failures.

- Comfort food, nothing more.
- Comfort?

You think in history's
great tales of survival,

legendary men who battled
their way back from defeat,

they did so by comforting themselves?

Well, I'm merely suggesting...

Or was it the thr*at of starvation,

the inevitable raping and pillaging,

the eradication of their bloodline
that motivated these men

to pull themselves back from the fire?

You know, it's understandable.

People who are born
into wealth as you were...

they often seek comfort
in the face of adversity.

Perhaps it's time for you
to feel uncomfortable.

Yeah?

I mean, discomfort
is the great equalizer.

Because the mess
your people made last night

has brought the missing coin press

to the attention of the High Table.

I'll find it.
I got people in the field...

You're a shell of yourself.

Your own people are stealing from you.

I want the High Table's resources.

You have three days.

You have three days
to locate the coin press

and bring those responsible to our feet.

If you fail, the High Table
will declare interregnum,

suspend your position
until we can name a successor.

Your gilded cage
will come crashing in on you.

Enjoy your meal.

f*ck.

What now, sir?

Now?

I'm still dealing with her face.

Strike.

Let's think about this.
What do we have going for us?

Okay, for starters,
the K*llers in that hotel...

they're men and women, right?

They bleed just like we do.

They also won't be expecting us, right?

Because no one's ever made
a run at The Continental.

Yeah, because it's f*cking insane.

We're gonna need more fingers
to pull all these triggers.

Okay, do you have
any other m*llitary friends?

Not that I'd bring in on this.

Most of those guys are just
trying to find their way back.

Those willing to get
their hands this dirty,

they've already joined Cormac.

Gonna be a bitch trying to find somebody

not already in his pocket.

Well, there has to be somebody.

- Well, there is Gene.
- Jenkins?

- Dad's old friend?
- Yeah.

At one time, he even had a
corner room at The Continental.

Okay. It's a good start.

Hey, Lou, where's your head at
with all this?

I'll help.
God knows you're gonna need it.

But I won't be pulling any triggers,

and I will not storm the castle.

What?

There's always Mazie.
She's no fan of Cormac.

Yeah, she bought from us last year,

or at least I think she did.

Never met her face-to-face.

Runs an operation out the Bowery.

Nobody knows exactly what
it is or who works for her.

They talk about it like
it's the army of the unseen,

like she's the queenpin
of the criminals.

I mean, that... that's... that's
the nickname I gave her,

but she's definitely
a competitor of Cormac.

I don't understand.
Why hasn't he snuffed her out?

Well, it's not easy
to snuff something out

when you don't know
what you're snuffing.

Mazie's group doesn't ally
itself with outsiders.

Anybody not from the Bowery
can forget it.

Well, I'll take my chances.
Where in the Bowery?

We could tell you
where we made the drop,

but adjust your expectations.

These people do not play by the rules.

Dad, why are we taking Charlie's stuff?

Lio, because he almost got me
k*lled yesterday,

plus he owes me a sh*t ton of money.

Remember, bubba... heavier,
the better, shinier, the...

Get in the trailer! Now!

Dale! Dale!

Well, look what the cat drug in...

Miles and Miles and Miles.

Make yourself at home.

I was on a little picnic.

You care for some vino?

I brought that optical
you wanted replaced.

Oh. Straight to business.

How fun.

What?

There's nothing wrong with it.

Works perfectly.

No, there's definitely
something wrong with that sight.

That's not in question here,

although I'm not
entirely certain what is.

What's the serial number?

Really, Miles, a pop quiz?

I'll wait for finals.

So how's Lou doing these days?

- She's doing okay.
- Oh, really?

Not still grieving the, uh,
absence of your father?

I wouldn't say she's over it.

Well, maybe the truth
would help in that regard...

parts of it, anyway.

I'm not here to talk
about all that, Gene.

So you just dropped in to
convince a retiree to retire.

- You're not retired.
- Oh, please.

Why not find yourself a lady?

Enjoy your golden years.

And do what...

regale her with tales of my youth,

when I could liquefy
a man's brains at yards?

What kind of lady would that attract?

No, no, I think I'll stick
to the solitary life.

Suit yourself.

Good to see you, Gene.

What is going on with you?

- What are you talking about?
- Come on.

I've known you since before
you could poop on the potty.

Something's brewing.

It's not something
I can talk about, Gene.

What's that, The Continental?

Word on the street...
some young'uns in trouble.

We're trying to put together a crew.

It might just be a su1c1de mission.

It's definitely crazy.

Is it really? Crazy?

Suicidal or not...

yours is a righteous cause.

If anyone ever deserved
to be eliminated...

it's Cormac O'Connor.

That's the goal.

I'll get glasses.

- What?
- Prescription.

- Okay.
- Y'all need me.

Nobody knows
that Do-Drop-Inn like I do...

its inner workings and whatnot.

And I guarantee you no one knows

that son of a bitch like me...

no one left to tell the tale, that is.

What do you say?

Okay, you're in.

- Just like that?
- You make a strong case.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Did you just play me?

Don't forget the glasses.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Could I help you, sir?

I fear I've overdressed.

- Yes, I'm looking for Mazie.
- Sir?

Mazie, the... the woman
in charge of whatever this is?

Um, I'm afraid I'm not sure
who you're talking about.

I... The person in charge...

No, it's fine. I'll just seat myself.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Sir?

You wanted to see me?

Please.

We don't serve your kind here.

That's good,

because I don't eat my kind.

Put your Kn*fe down, pretty boy.

My apologies.

You must be the woman I'm looking for.

And you must be the son of a bitch

everyone's looking for.

The rest ain't here.

Check over there.

What the hell?

No, f*ck you.

Spread out.

Little thing to eat.

The popcorn can't be b*at.

The men who come to me
are usually looking for help

in some way or another.

After your brother stole the coin press

and you blew into town,

I thought there was a decent chance

you'd walk through my door.

My condolences, by the way.

What do you know about me, Winston?

Well, people say you have an army.

And unlike every other player
in this town,

you are not under Cormac's thumb.

Now I just need to know...
what is your going rate,

and how soon can you start?

I thought you'd be smart enough

to know that I don't deal in dollars.

It's how I maintain independence

from men like Cormac.

All right, well, I'm very resourceful.

Tell me what you need.

Love.

Love?

The men I call my flock...

you walk by them on the street
every day, never noticing,

invisible...

no self-worth.

But you take those same men

and give them back their humanity,

do you know what they give you
in return?

What's that?

Everything.

And now that same invisibility...

they embrace it...

because they no longer need you
to see them because...

They see themselves.

Love.

Can you dig it?

I was born from rich folks.

Didn't want their money.
Don't want yours.

When a man comes to needing help,

I only have one requirement.

They had to tell me their story.

I'm the man who's going
to k*ll Cormac O'Connor.

No.

It's too easy.

Why are you the man

who's going to k*ll Cormac O'Connor?

Your coming here wasn't just
predictable to me apparently.

It's being taken care of.

Time for you to go.

Well, you... you still haven't
told me your price, yet.

There's got to be something.

Tough to buy for, aren't I?

You'll be leaving a different way.

He'll be right down.

The Almighty made the world in six days

and rested on the seventh.

The High Table have given us three days

and not a single minute of rest.

Know that if I go down...

I'm taking all of you down with me.

You understand?

Your failure humiliates me,

and it's no secret what I do
to those who humiliate me.

Now get out of here so I can pray.

It's a sacrilege, you people
even being here in the first place.

It's a wonder you don't
all burst into flames.

Help me.

Help me.

I wish I had the answers, sir.

I wasn't talking to you.

Jesus!

Oh. Jesus Christ.

Oh, Winston, sorry.

Simple hello next time, please.

What the hell happened here?

Whatever Frankie took,
he didn't give it back.

Those f*ckers tore this place
apart looking for it.

I've been hiding all day.

Sorry about your brother.

It's not an easy life.

- Have you heard from Charlie?
- Hell, no.

Bailed as soon as things
heated up, typical Charlie.

That assh*le still owes me
money for the helicopter ride.

Of course he does.

So I snagged his Mustang,
and a few other items worth something.

I got a kid to feed.

- You good?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, you all right, chap?

I'm good.

Figured you'd be long gone by now.

What do you need from Charlie?

I'm putting a team together,

and he's always told me that
he has a guy for everything.

Yeah, I'm the guy.

Jesus.

So let me get this right.

You won't even touch a g*n,

but all this other crazy
lethal sh*t, that's fine?

It was my father's code,
Lemmy... no g*ns.

I helped build this place.

Wouldn't make sense
for me to live any other way.

With hand-to-hand or any other w*apon,

you have a choice... life or death.

With a g*n, there is no choice...

only death.

You want me to... All right.

Come on, switch.

Why are you doing this, Lemmy?

'Cause you scare the sh*t out of me.

No, this su1c1de mission.

You didn't love Frankie.

No, but I love Miles.

I know.

I mean, look at everything
he gave me, you know?

I work there, eat there...

sleep right there.

This is my foxhole now.

After the w*r,

if it wasn't for Miles...

I would have...

I know.

Queenpin... it's an understatement.

I'm not exactly sure what it is I saw,

but all I know is we need her
and her entire operation.

How much is it gonna cost?

Well, she's not interested
in money apparently, just love.

A deadly hippie...
now, there's an oxymoron.

Uh-oh.

What's this?

Whoa, lookee here.

Did Frankie make this?

Thank you, Yen.

You think this means she's on board?

Fingers crossed.

- Gene.
- Hmm?

This track with what you remember?

Frankie did a good job,

but it's a sketch, not a blueprint.

There's everything in that building,

from secret doors
to Cormac's bulletproof glass

to who knows what else
he's got in there now.

Right there.

- The armory.
- That's your Holy Grail.

Holy Grail for who?

Whoever gets to it first.

Why does a hotel for hit men
have an armory, anyway?

Crooks are always worried
somebody gonna come after them,

whether it's cops or some other crook.

So the, uh, armory helps them
get a good night's sleep.

- We need an inside man.
- Hmm.

In the old days, maybe, but...

now there's two kind of folk in there...

too evil to be trusted

or too brainwashed to betray Cormac.

It's not a frickin' club
anymore... it's a cult.

There's got to be an Achilles'
heel in there somewhere.

Well, while you look into it,

I can't be late for this pickup.

Left hand, red.

That's a stretch. You're doing good.

Again, right hand, red.

Right hand, red.

Who invited somebody over here, huh?

Jesus.

You're full of surprises
lately, aren't you?

I need a favor.

Hon, is that KD?
Why don't you come in and play?

Yeah, you know what? I would love to.

She can't tonight,
sweetheart... she's working.

Another time. Just give me one minute.

You need a favor?

Anything to do with that phone call?

Yeah, it does.

- God damn, you smell good.
- All right.

Your wife is feet away.

Yeah, I know where she is.
Just keep your voice down.

Yeah, well, are you
gonna help me or what?

Depends on what you want.

I need to find a green VW bus
in Chinatown.

- Without a warrant?
- Yeah, without a warrant.

Well, I'm sorry,
but it's a little arousing,

you trying to bend the rules
all of a sudden.

You know what?

I never had a family game night.

Twister looks real fun.

All right, all right,
all right, I'm gonna help you.

It was nice seeing you, Janice.

- Maybe next time, all right?
- Okay, you too.

Oh, my goodness.

f*ck.

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Okay?

Fight of the century?

No.

His real fight of the century
was against going to Vietnam.

The government tried to destroy him,

refused to let them box,

ordered him to do five years in jail,

but he fought that
at the peak of his career...

went all the way
to the Supreme Court and won.

No jail time, no Nam.

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Yeah.

But to me and Frankie, it's what
we called the loudest day of w*r.

I mean, there was
-millimeter cannon fire...

helicopter gunships, B- payloads.

You couldn't hear the guy next to you.

And what was left of our unit
was caught right in the middle,

nowhere to run,
no radio, enemy advancing.

All you could do was pray.

And we did for what
must have been hours.

But at some point, I realized I
could hear Frankie talking to God...

no bombs...

no helicopters...

total silence.

It was the weirdest feeling...

like the w*r suddenly ended,
but they'd forgotten to tell us.

So, when we got back to base...

we realized the w*r
had stopped because...

being broadcast all over the world,

Muhammad Ali was fighting Joe Frazier

at Madison Square Garden.

Both sides had stopped
k*lling each other

just long enough to listen.

Frankie and I...

sat over that radio...

and shared something I don't think
either of us had ever experienced...

A true moment of peace...

'cause on both sides,
there was no enemy.

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That's the signal.

If anything happens,
just leave without me.

sh*t.

Hey.

What's going on? We have an outage?

Uh, yep.

Nobody on the radio called it in.

Oh.

That's weird. You sure?

Can you step out of the vehicle?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

sh*t plan!

Hey!

Hey, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey! Hey!

No, stop!

Always the best part of my day.

You flatter me, Charon.

- Writing to your father again?
- Yes.

I was just telling him
how brilliant you are.

I'm sure I'm not as talented as he is.

That building right there...

that's where I can do the most damage.

Looks like apartments.

What are the odds we can find
a vacant one?

You leave that to me.
I'm your guy on the outside.

Worry about your guys on the inside.

You ever think of leaving?

- The hotel?
- Yeah.

There's so much to experience out there.

True.

But I don't think Mr. O'Connor
can survive without me.

Or you without him.

Does your father know about this place?

Yes, of course. I've told him.

Have you really told him?

Do you know what goes on here?

I've heard rumors.

When I left my country,

my father gave me
everything he had saved

so I could come to the U.S...
a fresh start he never had.

I sent him a photo
of me standing right here

with a view of the city.

And guess what.

He cried...

tears of joy for my success.

You must understand...

where I'm from, v*olence is rampant.

Here at least the chaos is controlled.

I feel safer here
than I ever did back home.

I can't imagine.

- You remember that red light?
- Yes.

Cormac mash that button,

red light comes on in every room,

including the shitter, and voilà...

k*lling on hotel grounds is allowed,

and our whole g*dd*mn plan
is over before it started.

If we do it right,

Cormac's dead before he
can mash that red button.

And by the time the rest

of that godforsaken place
knows he's dead, it's too late.

We'll have the undeniable
tactical advantage.

Okay.

How exactly do we get to Cormac

so as to attain that
undeniable tactical advantage?

You said there were two types of people

in The Continental, right?

Evil and brainwashed.

Why?

Which one's which?

Well, aren't you smart.

I wanted to tell you, I've been accepted

to a music conservatory in Ireland.

I'll soon be leaving the city.

That will be good for you.

Perhaps you could come with me.

I-I could never do that.

Why not?

When I first arrived,

Mr. O'Connor promised
he would bring my father over

once I'd proven myself.

That time is soon.

I hope he keeps his promise

The cellist is just a hired hand,

but the kid...

I don't know, Winston.

Cormac's been grooming him
for some time.

- It'd be high risk.
- Also high reward.

Ha ha. My man.

- My brother.
- How you doing, man?

- Any requests?
- Surprise me.

Ah, right on, brother. Right on.

Charon? You good?

Yes. Thank you, Jamal.

I have no idea what
to write in response.

Words fail me.

Trouble back home?

Unfortunately, I think
if your shop were in my city,

there would be no shop today.

He seems to be coming for everybody...

senseless.

Come over here a minute.
I got something for you.

Take your mind off it.

Hey! Get over here!

Damn it! Stop!

Come here, you little sh*t!

Why you keep breaking my windows, huh?

Get your hands off him.

Get in.

Glass needs picking up.

Either he does it, or you do it.

You've embarrassed them enough.

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Please.

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You own this place?

Not the place, just the people.

Your chicken feet are coming.

My Haitian grandma used to
mail chicken feet to her door,

scare away the boogeyman.

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One-armed beggars earn twice as much.

Ironic, isn't it?

Kid has the same problem you have.

Thinks he's special.

Doesn't follow the rules.

- I give him purpose.
- Throwing rocks at my dojo.

"Dojo" is Japanese. This is Chinatown.

Daddy got away with a lot of sh*t.

- You know that?
- And that stops with you?

Kwoon.

All he had to do was use the right word.

Kwoon.

See how easy that is?

So you're harassing us
because we missed the mark

on cultural specificity?

You people had a free ride for too long.

And I don't give a sh*t
who your daddy was.

"You people"? Why don't you admit it?

You hate that he won the belts.

You hate that he won the hearts.

You can't stand any of that
because he was Black.

And you want to keep telling yourself

that we stole something,
that we didn't come by it honestly

because we don't look like you.

Well, my father built that place

by b*ating the best of the best
and living a life of honor.

So much more to this story
than you know.

You're the thief
in this hood, the parasite.

[Tom Waits'

Nail those chicken feet to that door.

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Guess we're giving up smoking.

The, uh, trials of a small-business
owner, huh, Lou-Lou?

I didn't know that you had a
room at The Continental, Gene.

Well, most folks don't like
to tell every little old thing.

Is there anything else
my brother knows that I don't?

That's hard to say.

You'd, uh... you'd have to ask him.

Excuse me.

What you got there, Mr. Postman?

Our tactical advantage.

This bus is out of service.

- You understand me?
- Understood.

Everyone out. Bus service has stopped.

You serious?

- I've got places to be.
- Move!

You heard the lady.

Not you.

Take a seat.

You asked to see me, sir?

They told you I've accepted
an opportunity elsewhere?

The conservatory.

I heard.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's rare in this environment

to find anyone who's interested
in higher education.

I want you to know

how much I've appreciated my time here,

however brief.

They, uh, told me to bring this.

Did you want me
to play something for you?

Tell me about your new school.

Is it the Canterbury...

up on the hillside overlooking Cork?

It is. How did...

I made a few calls.

Okay, one call.

I vouched for your potential.

T-thank you, again, sir.

The reach of my influence surprises you?

I was certain Charon would have told you

about my capacity for charity,

especially for those
who prove themselves.

He has, yes.

I know he feels a great deal
of debt for all you've done

and all you've yet to do.

Oh, that's good to hear.

He's just a boy, so, you know, sometimes

I worry that he might not
fully appreciate everything.

But he does.

You should have heard him
when I broached the idea

of broadening his horizons.

He was unequivocal,

insisting his future lies here...

with you...

nowhere else.

Perhaps you could play something

that speaks to that faithfulness,

that commitment.

Does anything come to mind?

This is from "Don Giovanni."

The theme of the whole piece
is "loyalty to the master."

Wonderful.

Right here is good.

Charon...

Lovely to see you again.

- So you're here for revenge?
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, this is about justice

And this is merely a conversation.

Relax.

I'm just curious

how Cormac talked about my brother.

He called him a terrible thief.

Well, Frankie was stealing from
Cormac even before we met him.

In fact...

That's how we came to meet him.

You were caught stealing?

When we were kids, Frankie
did the little collection jobs.

He would get a list every Saturday

and have to go around the neighborhood.

Everybody paid, no questions asked.

Frankie starts skimming off the top,

not so much that anyone would notice,

and this goes on
for a couple of weeks...

until one night our windshield explodes.

You see, we were living in a car.

And we get dragged
through the broken glass,

across the pavement,

right to the feet of you-know-who.

What did he do?

I remember thinking,

"This is the scariest man
I have ever seen."

The first thing he did

was point out that my shoes
were falling apart,

as if I didn't have any self-respect.

And then he asked whose idea
was it, skimming from him.

And Frankie tried bullshitting him,

so I chimed in with the actual truth.

It was my idea.

That was the moment
he saw something in us.

That was the beginning and the end.

What are you going to do to me?

Help you.

Can't you see you need help?

With me, I was thrown into the system

and then sent away.

So I invented a new persona,

you know, something to disguise me,

but it was just a lie

to hide myself from my own shame,

'cause the truth is,
I never got away from Cormac.

He was the one who decided
what my life was,

and now he's doing that to you.

Keep playing.

Everyone's gonna miss your music.

I think I'll take a mulligan.

Join the club, you...

m*therf*cker!

You... take... my breath away.

I just got word that Cormac
has k*lled on hotel grounds.

Do nothing.

Tell no one.

Let them eat each other,
and the coin press will emerge.

It may look like
we have nothing in common.

Trust me.

We are more alike
than we are different, Charon.

Unfortunately, I have a pretty
good idea of what's in store.

What I'm asking you to do is not easy.

It may go against everything
you stand for,

your loyalty and your honesty,

and it will mean keeping secrets

and telling lies and breaking promises

and sacrificing anything
he has promised you...

like bringing your father to
The Continental, for example.

Did he ever punish you?

The first time you met,
when he caught you skimming?

The next day I was in school
giving a book report,

and in walks this terrifying
man I'd never seen before.

He slams this box on my teacher's desk

and says to me, "Open the f*cking box."

You know what was inside?

A new pair of shoes.

A father figure is responsible

for teaching you
about loyalty and family,

relationships and business.

And Cormac may preach this,
but he only cares about one thing...

himself.

And sooner or later,
you're gonna realize

it's either you or him.

I'm offering you a chance
to decide who you want to be

before it's too late.

Our cellist friend...

Our, oh, so virtuous virtuoso...

turned out he was very disloyal.

He tried to steal from me...

and I am sick and tired
of people stealing from me.

Oh, he confessed.

As you can see, I got pretty teed off.

Breach of trust like this, well...

it just makes me more grateful

to those who remain loyal.

And with this in mind...

ah...

I want our next musician of residence

to be someone that we know...

an accomplished international artist,

and yet...

someone who will fit in
more like a family member.

That's right... your father.

Mm.

What instrument
did your father play, again?

- Violin.
- Ah.

Sir, I...

Winston Scott has assembled a team.

They mean to k*ll you.

And how do you come to know this?

He asked me to join him.

How did that make you feel?

- It felt like an opportunity.
- Opportunity for what?

An opportunity for advancement.

- Here with me?
- Indeed, sir.

Good man.

May I ask you a question, sir?

Sure.

What was it that Thomas
was trying to steal?

You.

Loyalty.

Whoo!