04x03 - Raddoppiarlo

[bunniefuu]

Antecedently on Fargo...

JOSTO: Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor.

We need a doctor.

I'm the hospital administrator Dr.

Harvard.

We serve only a certain class of people.

That guy put my family on the street like we were sh*t on his spats.

He lost his breathing license.

- (g*nshots)

- (SHOUTS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

ODIS: I-I can find a patsy to frame up.

But you got to lay off this Dr.

Harvard.

(SNORTS)

Holy Christmas.

Will you take care of him?

(GRUNTING)

ORAETTA: I shall attend him faithfully until the Lord arrives.

SNEET: I'm saying you're fired.

Me and Donatello were talking about us taking over the slaughterhouse before he d*ed...

is our position.

(WHOOPING)

Swanee and me got prospects.

What kind of prospects?

Bank robbing.

(MIMICS g*nshots)

(ORCHESTRA WARMING UP)

(BATON TAPPING)

♪ ♪ (ALARM WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFING)

(SNIFFS)

(BARKING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOG BARKS SOFTLY)

♪ ♪ (SNIFFS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Jesus on a stick!

- Language.

- What?

Keep a civil tongue, I'm saying.

Who the hot Christ are you?

You always take the Lord's name in vain with this much gusto?

You're f*ckin'-A right.

Flannigan!

You want a cup of coffee?

Yeah, Chief.

Black, two sugars.

Thank you, no.

In my faith we abstain from caffeinated beverages, both hot and cold.

In your...

There were tribes of Israel.

Ten were lost.

Lost who, what, now?

Ten were lost.

Two of those made their way across the sea to this great and sacred land.

The Nephites and the Lamanites.

Once here, the rebellious Lamanites were cursed by God with skin of blackness so they would not be attractive to my people.

The...

What do you...

Nephites?

Mormons.

You asked my faith.

I'm a priest of the Mormon Church and a member of the Quorum of Seventy.

Do you mind?

I haven't eaten since last evening.

Last time I checked, there's still a k*ll order on the books for all Mormons in the state of Missouri.

Sadly, the people of Missouri are not sympathetic to our faith.

And yet here you are.

And yet here I am, solid in my beliefs and unafraid.

And for why?

I'm sorry?

I'm saying, with all due respect to Your Holiness, what the slippery f*ck are you doing in my office at : a.m. on a Wednesday morning, Mormon or no?

U.S. Marshal d*ck Wickware, in pursuit of two cons escaped the night previous from Our Lady of Regret Women's Prison.

(SIGHS)

For sh*t's sake, son, why the Christ didn't you just say so when I walked in?

Captain Hanhuck, I can safely say you blasphemy more than any man I've ever met.

And I've been to Cleveland.

Two cons, you said?

Yes, sir.

One Zelmare Roulette, one Swanee Capps.

What kind of cockeyed names are those?

Uh, the first is a descendant from slaves.

The other's an Indian.

And you think they came here, to Kansas City?

And I was hoping you might assign me a local yes-man to aid in my pursuit.

Hmm.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

Weff!

Cap?

I'm assigning you to the marshal here.

Help track down a couple loose cons.

Okay.

Just...

I-I caught the...

I'm working the homicide from yesterday, the...

society matron and her man Friday.

Is that why you drove out to see the Faddas yesterday?

(STAMMERS)

That's...

Yeah, we spoke.

HANHUCK: How about we kick that case to Manlin and you help the deacon here?

The deacon?

d*ck Wickware, but people call me Deafy.

(LOUDLY): You're-you're deaf?

I could see how you'd leap to that conclusion, but, no, they call me Deafy on account of I hear what I want to hear.

And what I want to hear right now is you've got an address for the sister of one of my runners.

(GRUNTS)

♪ ♪ (EXHALES)

(QUIETLY): One little, two little, three little Indians.

Four little, five little, six little Indians.

♪ ♪ (COW MOOS)

(ORAETTA HUMMING)

ODIS (QUIETLY): Ten little Indian boys.

(SNIFFLES)

One little, two little, three little Indians, four little, five little, six little Indians, seven little, eight little, nine little Indians.

(SNIFFLES)

Ten little Indian boys.

(SNIFFLES)

You got Satan in your heart, don't you, Palomino?

What?

I'm saying, here's you, a host of ticks and tells, which...

Either the devil's got you or you got yourself a nervous condition.

Is that it?

Do I make you nervous?

Why don't we step outside and see who gets nervous?

How's that?

(ODIS EXHALES SHARPLY)

So you been hunting fugitives a long while now?

Since I was in short pants.

Christian, Jew, n*gro.

Male, female, hermaphrodite.

Makes no difference.

Tracked a one-eyed Mexican all the way to the ocean once.

Caught him trying to paddle to China.

Which... can you picture a Mexico man washing up in China?

(SCOFFS)

(SNIFFS)

And you think this Zelmare fled to her sister's?

We got a saying back in Salt Lake.

- Only God knows the true truth.

- (SNIFFLING)

But at the risk of sounding prideful, I'm a pretty good judge of character.

Plus, we got skells on the inside saying our girl spent the last few weeks jawing about how her sister's in trouble.

So, makes more sense to me than clam chowder.

Yeah, well, get it done.

I got a real case to work.

This socialite m*rder you mentioned.

And who's this Fadda family your captain spoke of?

Just some local Italians.

(CRUNCHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(CRUNCHING CONTINUES)

(ORAETTA SIGHS)

- (HUMMING)

- (DOORBELL RINGS)

DEAFY: We had some spaghetti eaters in Salt Lake before the w*r.

Caught 'em trying to map a beachhead.

Put an end to that right quick.

You know, not everyone darker than a Norseman's running around with sin in their heart.

Well, look at you.

Mr. Boy Scout.

(STAMMERS)

Go f*ck your aunt and uncle.

How's that?

(EXHALES)

(LIGHTER OPENS, FLICKS)

(LIGHTER SHUTS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

We're moving.

♪ ♪ Hands in the air, citizen.

Secure him.

ODIS: Move.

(SCRAPING, SHUFFLING)

Ladies.

ODIS: Here.

Sit down.

Sit.

Might one of you be Dibrell Roulette?

We're just cleaning, sir.

I count five place settings and three of you.

MAN: Might be behind some kind of paneling or something.

I'm guessing you're the niece.

She's a minor.

And I don't consent to her questioning.

DEAFY: Where's your sister?

Harboring a known fugitive is a felony.

You want your mom to go to jail?

Don't look at her.

Look at me.

Where's your aunt?

Prison.

(SIGHS)

Start a search.

Residence is upstairs.

They run a mortuary in the basement.

Show me.

(STAMMERS)

Put down the damn pie.

Jesus Christ.

♪ ♪ (EXHALES)

Step back.

Get out of here.

Jesus.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PANTING)

(MURMURS)

(WHISPERING): One little, two little, three little Indians.

Four little, five little, six little Indians.

What?

(EXHALES)

Ten little Indian boys.

(PANTING)

♪ ♪ (BAXTER RETCHES)

- Jesus.

- (GAGS)

(ODIS MUTTERING)

(EXHALING)

(BAXTER RETCHING)

(ODIS EXHALES)

B-Basement's clear.

- I got to...

- Thank you.

(BOTH PANTING)

DEAFY: I'm gonna ask you one last time.

Where's your sister?

We told you.

Zelmare is in Our Lady of Regret Women's Prison serving five years for armed robbery.

Was in the women's correctional.

She escaped last night.

DIBRELL: I-I told that girl.

I told her.

This is His will.

He is sending you a message, and you better listen.

You know who I mean when I say "His will"?

Yes, ma'am, I most certainly do.

Well, I told her, you stay in that place and get your head screwed on right.

Give up the sinning.

Renounce your lawlessness and appropriation of spirits.

We were put on this Earth to toil in His name.

Not to sow oats.

- So you haven't seen her?

- Seen her?

Officer, if I ever see my sister again, I'm gonna wring her neck.

♪ ♪ (INHALES, EXHALES QUIETLY)

You all have a nice night.

Sorry for the disturbance.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Just...

give me a moment.

(EXHALES)

Well, let's go check the damage.

Ethelrida, stay down here and see about cleaning up.

(HORNS HONKING, SIREN WAILING)

(ENTRY BELL JINGLES)

- You had a close call.

- Hmm?

- Is what I heard.

- Oh.

Yet cooler heads prevailed.

- Here you are.

- I think some flapjacks this morning, Nadine.

You got it.

- I'll take this.

- No, that's all right.

- Okay.

- You're not eating?

I'm not saying it wasn't a smart play, moving on the slaughterhouses.

But you must've knew it wouldn't stick.

Well, he gave permission, the old man.

Last week at the playground.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you tell me one thing ever got given to you in this world that you didn't have to take.

Hmm?

And I'm saying...

... respect the deal.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

You didn't serve in the w*r, did you?

(GRUNTS)

I was in the legal corps.

Army.

Pushing papers.

After the cease-fire, they send me to Nuremberg for the trials.

Last n*gro in Germany, I'd imagine.

Mm-hmm.

You ever heard of the Double V?

Hmm.

It's what they sold us.

Mm-hmm.

Fight for our country, and we get two victories.

One for America and one for we sons of servitude.

No more lynchings.

No more blackjacks at the polls.

Hmm?

Okay.

So, they send me to Nuremberg, and this colonel tells me he's got a big job for me.

Says, "You're gonna interview Hermann Goring, the Reichsmarschall himself." Says, "Days, weeks, however long it takes to get him to talk." Says, "I need you, Doctor Senator, Esquire", "to use your training, your skills to build the People's case." Well, now, what is that if not the double victory?

Hmm?

So I sit with the man for six weeks, eight hours a day, six days a week, and we get into it.

The first two weeks, he just stares at me, m*rder in his eyes.

But I use my wiles.

You know, appeal to his ego.

Get him talking.

Ah.

Soon he won't shut up.

Bragging about every little thing, and I type it down and write it up for the colonel, word-for-word.

I spend two weeks crafting my conclusion, my analysis of international law.

Then, one Sunday morning, after services, I knock on the colonel's door and I give him my report.

You know what he does?

Throws it in the trash.

Yeah.

pages with footnotes.

Throws it in the trash and says...

"I just wanted to make that old n*zi squirm... " "... having to answer to a n*gro." So...

you say respect the deal?

(SILVERWARE CLATTERS)

Excuse me if I say our word is exactly as good as yours.

The slaughterhouses...

They belong to us.

Deal or no deal.

You can call it the cost of transition.

I'll pass it on.

MILLIGAN: There's no mystery to it.

Everything breaks, and there's a right way to fix it.

Are you Jewish?

No.

Then how come they call you Rabbi?

Isn't rabbi a Jewish priest?

You ever play poker?

But you know there's a game called poker, played with cards.

Well, there's this saying in poker: you play the hand you're dealt.

You and me, we're proof of that.

You see, when yours truly was a boy, he had the same thing happen to him, what happened to you.

SATCHEL: You got traded?

What?

From baseball.

That's what my daddy said.

I got traded to another team.

Exactly.

I got traded twice.

Except, well, for you, you get to go back to your original team one day.

Is this your original team?

No.

My team was shite.

(DOOR OPENS)

What are these words?

Team, traded?

It's nothing.

Doesn't matter.

Say it again.

I want to...

I want to hear.

- Yeah.

- We'll get out of your way.

(GAETANO LAUGHS)

This was our home in Italy, my country.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

The fascists knock it down, and so I live in the trees.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

So... you're Irish, hmm?

American.

I'm American.

(SIGHS)

But you came to us when you were just a boy.

And you k*lled your own father...

for us.

What's that like?

(g*nsh*t)

Who remembers?

"Who remembers?" I like it.

(GAETANO CHUCKLES)

What the f*ck is this?

I got it.

A trade, yeah?

You, Rabbi, for you.

Hmm.

Come on, kid.

Get out of my chair.

No.

I like it.

It's too big for you, no?

Up.

Did you make trouble at the slaughterhouse last night?

Who, me?

I take care of things.

I'm the boss, I'm the one who takes care of things.

(GAETANO LAUGHING)

You?

You can't even take care of this doctor who kicks our family out on the street.

What'd you say to me?

- You can't even take care of...

- (SATCHEL SNEEZES)

Why is he in here?

- This is my office.

- My mistake.

Your man asked me to fix the radiator.

I...

There's secret stuff here.

And he's a...

Think.

ret*rd, use your head next time.

And you.

You think I can't take care of some piece-of-sh*t pencil pusher?

Is that what you think?!

Mm-hmm.

Get out.

All of you.

You follow orders.

You hear me?

Or go home.

What are you doing?

Put that back.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(WHISPERING): Look at this f*cking mess.

It's not too big.

It's just right.

(HARVARD GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

You were at St.

Bartholomew's.

Yes, sir, three years.

Good souls all, but...

(SIGHS)

I like to go where I feel I can be most useful, and I heard you might have hardship.

Three of our older nurses retired last month.

(SIGHS)

Experience...

It can't be bought.

Now, I myself have over ten years' service, starting as a candy striper and delivering treats to the tots.

You worked for Allen Sneet?

Yes, sir.

He's a fair boss.

Considerate but firm.

He'll give you a good recommendation?

Hmm.

Well, I should hope so.

I used to bake him cookies once a week.

We are shorthanded right now.

Well, you can't have that, what with cold and flu season coming on.

Can you start next week?

I'll be here with bells on.

Fine.

Go see Mrs.

Meeker in the office.

- She'll start the paperwork.

- Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

If-if there is one thing I love, it's a man of action who just knows what he wants and goes for it.

Y-You won't regret this, sir.

(STAMMERS)

Just so I'm in the know, what's your favorite sweet, baked or otherwise?

That won't be necessary.

Come now.

Everyone's got a birthday.

I am...

hmm...

Partial to the macaroon.

Mmm.

Challenge accepted.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Ta, for now.

(IN DISTANCE): Apparently I got the job.

(HARVARD SNORTS)

♪ ♪ (QUIETLY): Bang.

- (KNOCKING ON GLASS)

- Whoa!

I'm on to you, mister.

Spying on a chaste and proper woman in the course of her day.

What...

What would the preacher say?

I'm not spying on you.

Your face.

I'm kidding.

(LAUGHS)

But you're a cheeky devil.

Dollars to doughnuts.

Don't get me wrong...

I've had my fair share of suitors.

None that are worth the paper they're printed on.

But after our encounter the first, and then again at the funeral, I said to myself, I said, "Oraetta, this one's different." Who are you?

(LAUGHS)

Very funny, you.

Trying to play coy after tracking me down to my new place of work.

Maybe this'll refresh your memory.

- Keep talking.

- See, I was thinking about you after the chapel, looking so sad, and I said to myself, I said, "Oraetta, aw, this fella, "he is carrying a heavy load, "what with the death of his father...

"The paterfamilias... " (SNIFFS)

"and him now responsible for it all." Go on.

Ease the pain.

f*ck it.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLING)

- Okay.

Whoa.

- (ZIPPER OPENS)

- Jesus Christ.

What are you doing?

- (SHUSHING)

You think too much.

(SHUSHING)

♪ Mine eyes have seen the glory ♪

♪ Of the coming of the Lord ♪

♪ He has trampled out the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes of wrath are stored ♪

♪ He hath loosed His fateful lightning ♪

♪ With His terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

- (GRUNTS)

- ♪ Glory... ♪

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Wait.

What is your name again?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

You're such a kidder.

(SIGHS)

But I'm serious.

Call a girl on the phone next time, ask her out proper.

♪ ♪ DWAYNE: Mr. Cannon.

Please, Mr. Cannon, let-let me just barber with you for a minute.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Just a moment of your time.

Let him through.

What you need, son?

Just rub some coins together...

That's all.

Just-just a cup of Joe.

Cup of Joe?

That's why your eyes so runny?

Too much Sanka?

Let me see what I got for you.

You see that...

What happened on his face when I pull out my roll?

What do we call that, Doctor?

- We call that the blight.

- The blight.

See, five seconds ago this young hustler was fingering the holes in his pocket, living the now.

But then he sees this and he starts to dream.

"With that much cash, I can make plans.

"Turn my sh*t around." Right?

So now he's planning months into the future...

Sees himself all cleaned up, fine girl on his arm.

Then, what do you know?

He ain't even colored no more.

He's J.P. f*cking Morgan.

An American success story.

But watch this.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

- Mm-mmm.

You see that?

I just stole from that man.

Forget it weren't his money.

Just seeing that much scratch, he made a future for himself.

And I took that from him.

S-So, am I getting paid or...

Get the f*ck out of here.

That ain't right.

That ain't right!

♪ Well, it's oh, lordy me ♪

♪ Yes, it's oh, lordy my ♪

- Ain't that a bitch.

- ♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

Ain't right.

- ♪ Oh, lordy me ♪

- Ain't right.

♪ Yes, it's oh, lordy my... ♪

I count ten in, five out.

You know what that means.

We're gonna have to reload.

- (LAUGHS)

- ♪ Who's gonna glove your hand? ♪

♪ Who's gonna kiss ♪

♪ Your red ruby lips? ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Oh, lordy me, yes, it's oh, lordy my ♪

♪ Who's gonna be your man? ♪

♪ Papa's gonna shoe my pretty little foot ♪

♪ Mama's gonna glove my hand ♪

♪ Sister's gonna kiss my red ruby lips ♪

♪ I won't need no man... ♪

I got it.

What'd you get?

The lesson, what you told the boy...

I listen.

I want to let you know, these other boys...

they're muscle.

But my head's in the game.

I want to learn.

I'm smart.

You copacetic?

Kid's trying to tell me he see himself as managerial.

- Oh, is that right?

- Yes, sir, whatever you need.

- Mm-hmm.

How old are you?

- .

- Hmm.

- You like jazz?

Yes, sir.

- Big band or Dixieland?

- Bebop.

There's a new cat, Dizzy Gillespie.

He burn it up.

How about this?

My son's trying to drop out of community college so he can smoke reefer and blow spit through metal.

I'm gonna make you his driver.

You're gonna pal up to him and keep him on the path.

That managerial enough for you?

Leon'll get it done.

You still think the slaughterhouse - was the right play?

- Oh, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Hubris to think that you can control things.

That's why God created tornadoes.

To remind us.

Yeah.

But you can raise the odds.

♪ I wanna be your man ♪

♪ I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ I'm gonna be your man. ♪

What?

He went out.

Josto.

(MAN WHISTLES)

ANTOON: Boss said no k*lling.

I'm just saying.

Shh.

Ah.

Calamita.

(SIGHS)

- Hmm?

- PAOLO: Boss.

Take Irish.

Hmm?

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

(HUMMING SOFTLY)

Hmm?

(PAOLO CHUCKLES)

We fight...

or we die.

Yes?

- Yes.

- (SPEAKS ITALIAN)

(LAUGHS)

(PAOLO LAUGHS)

(WHISPERS): The f*ck...

(SIGHS)

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): Barons with two runs on five hits, - two errors, three left on.

- SATCHEL: Marco.

- The Monarchs, two runs, four hits, one error, - Polo.

... and four men left on base.

- Williams, the batter.

It's a strike. - Marco.

- Polo.

- Williams, the first time up, hit a ground ball to the first baseman, and the second time around a double to left field.

Barons , Monarch ,

- sixth inning.

- We got business.

That ball is away, high outside for ball two.

This is McDaniels' second start in the series and Collingford is making his third appearance, with two starts and one relief job.

He started twice, relieved once.

Inside, ball three.

The wear and tear may tell...

I don't come back, I'm dead or in jail.

Greason, who was warming up for the Black Barons, is now resting.

Do your lessons.

There's the pitch... And a line drive to right field,

- in there for a base hit.

- (DOOR CLOSES)

Take another hop...

(BELL CLANGING)

MILLIGAN: You thinking of signing up for some courses?

(CALAMITA CHUCKLES)

History of the Roman Empire?

Introduction to Animal Husbandry?

Chuckle up, sneezy.

Your time is coming.

Meaning?

Meaning you know.

Same side, you and me, last I checked.

Mm.

Is that right?

You gonna tell me the play?

You'll put it together once you see.

See what?

The oldest?

We're just scaring him, right?

CALAMITA: Oh, yeah.

He's gonna be scared, all right.

If we k*ll him, they'll hang Zero from the nearest tree.

It's not my problem.

♪ ♪ Roll your window down.

It's a bum play, I'm saying.

Think about it.

We do this, it's w*r.

So I want to make sure we got this on good authority.

That it's cleared.

Get your heater out.

Josto gave the order?

The boss?

He said k*ll the kid?

(SIGHS)

Answer me.

Gaetano...

said make it personal.

And Josto knows?

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

They'll carve Zero up.

They'll send him home in pieces.

Get ready.

(DOG BARKING)

(BEBOP JAZZ PLAYING)

Do it.

♪ ♪ (g*nshots)

(HORN HONKS)

(g*nsh*t)

(GRUNTING)

Stop!

I won't ask twice.

You're dead, you Irish f*ck.

Maybe.

Or maybe I tell Josto his brother's giving orders like he's boss and you're taking 'em.

And then maybe it's you pushing daisies.

I'll walk home.

♪ ♪ It true your family's cursed?

- Who told you that?

- Your sister.

In the hoosegow.

You know how people get to talking.

She says the devil followed you all straight out of Mississippi and into Kansas City.

Says you've seen him.

- Mom?

- DIBRELL: That's not...

She's just telling tales.

Looking for attention.

Maybe, but...

I seen this land, from Bozeman to Little Rock.

My daddy built the railroad.

He was a Chinaman, heard voices on the breeze.

He ended up living in a cave with a coyote who tricked him in his sleep.

He had two shadows, my daddy.

- One for him...

- (LIGHTER FLICKS)

... one for the devil.

(COYOTE HOWLING) He used to hug me around my neck, just a little too hard, late at night.

See, people think it's houses get haunted.

But it ain't.

ZELMARE: I'm borrowing some things.

Clothes.

(HEAVY THUD)

Clothes?

I said "things." - That's Thurman's daddy's g*n.

- What's he need it for?

Nobody breaks into a funeral home, and everyone downstairs already dead.

(DIBRELL SCOFFS)

You sawed it?

Pie?

It's apple.

We're not sh**ting birds.

You better not be sh**ting anybody.

Well, in my experience, folks don't just hand over money.

You got to convince 'em.

- Ethelrida...

- I know.

Go to my room.

Zelmare Roulette, just who you planning to rob?

Let's just say, if you like the setup, - you're gonna love the punch line.

- (CHUCKLES)

THURMAN: You ready?

Cops could be watching, maybe.

Gonna drive 'em out in the hearse.

Y'all are gonna have to share a coffin.

We accustomed to tight quarters.

Well, don't get emotional.

Come on, Swan Lake.

I'm-a pinch this, too.

Leave that.

But...

♪ ♪ Just what the devil are you two up to?

Being outlaws.

All right, make haste.

♪ Oh, men of dark ♪

♪ And dismal fate ♪

♪ Forgo ♪

♪ Your cruel employ ♪

♪ Have pity ♪

♪ On my lonely state... ♪

- (THUMPING)

- THURMAN: Comfortable?

ZELMARE (MUFFLED): Nope.

♪ An orphan boy... ♪

(GRUNTING)

♪ How sad ♪

♪ An orphan boy ♪

♪ These children whom you see are... ♪

You smell like dessert.

♪ Poor fellow ♪

♪ Take them away from me ♪

♪ And I shall be indeed alone ♪

♪ Poor fellow ♪

♪ If pity you can feel, leave me... ♪

(STOMACH GURGLING)

Think I ate too much pie.

- (PROLONGED FLATULENCE)

- Oh!

- ♪ Your hearts you cannot steel... ♪

- Sorry.

(FLATULENCE)

♪ Against the sad, sad tale ♪

♪ Of the lonely ♪

♪ Orphan boy ♪

♪ Poor fellow ♪

- (GROANING)

- ♪ See, at our feet they kneel ♪

♪ Our hearts we cannot steel... ♪

(FLATULENCE)

You up for this?

(SPITS)

I can go.

♪ Orphan boy... ♪

(LAUGHS)

(KISSES)

♪ The orphan boy ♪

♪ See, at our feet they kneel ♪

ZELMARE: Click, clack.

♪ Our hearts we cannot steel ♪

♪ Against the tale ♪

♪ Of the lonely ♪

(CLATTERING NEARBY)

♪ Or... ♪

♪ ... phan boy. ♪

(g*nsh*t)

- Freeze, scoundrels!

- (SCREAMING)

All y'all get down on the ground.

(LAUGHS)

(SWANEE COUGHS)

- (RETCHES)

- (FLATULENCE)

(SWANEE SPITS, GASPS)

(SWANEE RETCHES)

(SPITS, GROANS)

- I'll take those greenbacks, slick.

Girl, you got a panty on your head.

- I gotta go.

- ZELMARE: Hold your horses.

We're going as soon as we get the dough.

- No.

I gotta go. - (FLATULENCE)

Double-time, rookie.

(SWANEE RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

Hey.

(GASPS)

Please...

- (FLATULENCE)

- (GROANS)

(COUGHING)

Did they get you?

No.

They sh*t up the car, but we slipped through.

Boss, they lit us up here, too.

Not now.

Did you see the hitters?

The skeleton was driving...

Calamita...

And Rabbi rode bitch.

He pulled the sh*ts.

They charged in my blind spot, but I handled it.

Now do you get it?

The cost.

What it means to be in this family.

- Do you feel it?

- They weren't sh**ting at me.

Boy, you clinically stupid?

They were sh**ting at you.

I was a proxy.

What?

A proxy, a stand-in.

I know what a proxy is.

What's your name?

- Your name.

- Lemuel.

No, your family name.

Cannon.

You see these boys?

They got their own name.

That would make them proxies.

But you?

Your brother, your sisters, your mama?

You're me.

Like it or don't like it.

Don't matter.

It ain't my business.

I'm a music man.

Now you're choosing to be ignorant.

No.

You're making the choosing.

But you can't have both more.

More power, more safe...

You can't have both.

It's less power, more safe, or this.

What I choose don't matter.

Gs.

It's what they shotgunned out of here.

Three dead.

The Italians?

OMIE: Two broads.

One of 'em threw up everywhere.

DOCTOR SENATOR: You got to see the whole picture.

That's the point.

I'm saying a coordinated action implies planning.

Hmm?

Maybe this is the Night of the Long Knives, huh?

Lock it down.

Everything.

I want six guys in front of the house.

Already done.

You sure it was Rabbi?

Yeah.

What does it mean?

Should I wake up the white boy and bloody his f*cking face?

Turn up the flames, you're saying?

Hmm, bring this thing to a boil?

They're holding my son.

He could be swinging from a tree right now, for all we know.

What I want to know is...

who gave the order?

Was it the boss or was it the brother?

Could be they're fighting with each other.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Tail wagging the dog.

So?

Well, I'm saying, once we start sh**ting back, it's to the death.

So...

we better be sure.

♪ ♪ MAN: Now I get it.

(ROOSTER CROWS)