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- Thanks.
- Come back soon.

Why does he have to do
his business here?

What, doesn't he have a
parking lot he can go to?

How much is it for me?

Your cut is 35 percent.
That's what we agreed to.

I'm about to
bring his check.

Like he's gonna pay.

Ray, I don't like leaving
you alone with this guy.

I'll be fine.
I'll see you at home.

Glad we had
this little sit down,

because I feel I understand
your position now.

What did you do?
What did you do?

Not me. You.

What? No!
What? No! No!

Look, he came at you.
It's self-defense.

This guy's a killer! You're
a citizen. It's open and shut.

Police!
Police! Open up!

Nick, I can't risk it. I
got a wife and a little girl!

You paid for this place
with my money. You owe me!

Police, open up!

Now we're square.

And we'll take care
of your family, okay?

Open up or
we're coming in by force!

This isn't for
negotiations, Ray.

Open this door right now!

That was five years ago.

Ray still has 10 more years
left on his sentence.

It's all right, Teresa.
Can I get you anything?

- What's going on?
- Client meeting.

I can see that. I thought
I picked the clients.

Who is that, crying?

It's Teresa Palermo.

Her husband owed
money to the mob,

and he took the fall for a
murder the boss committed.

She's a friend
of Sophie's.

I see.

Stick around, Hardison. We're
gonna have a meeting later

about how things
work around here.

Probably a bad time to
talk about Christmas, huh?

Hey, Nate, this
is my friend Teresa...

Ms. Palermo, yes. Hardison
brought me up to speed.

Go on.
Please, continue.

Um, well,
after it happened,

I told my husband
to tell the truth.

You know, we'd go in
the program, start over.

But he said it was
better like this.

That we'd have a cushion.
What a joke.

Moscone never
gave us a dime.

You know, we lost the
restaurant, our house.

Then a couple
of weeks ago,

I saw this in
our local paper.

Moscone has a big wedding planned
for his daughter. His princess.

Well, my daughter

only knows her father from the
other side of bulletproof glass.

It's not right.

No, no,
it's not right.

But, you know,
we're not detectives.

And if you want to prove
your husband's innocence,

there are plenty of
agencies I could recommend.

Don't you think
I tried that?

This is Nicky Moscone
we're talking about.

They all laughed.

Yeah, I think what Nate is trying to say

is what exactly is it
that you want from us?

The note on the restaurant,
$765,000.

I want what Moscone
promised us.

No more, no less.

If I could get
the restaurant back,

it would give my husband something
to look forward to. Otherwise...

Yeah. Well, we will discuss
it and get back to you.

I understand.

Thank you.

Where'd my daughter go?

I think she was
with Parker.

Go!

Six seconds!
Give it up!

Good job!

They have nowhere
else to turn.

Yeah, well, you know, her husband
should have thought of that

before he got in bed with
Nicky Moscone. It's mob stuff.

It's not the kind of
case we take.

I disagree. Well, if you disagree,

and you feel strongly about it,
why don't you write her a check?

Maybe I will,
if it comes to that.

Wow.

I really thought
you'd get this, Nate.

Teresa doesn't want
to just get paid,

she wants the man who
destroyed her family to pay.

You know, if it doesn't
come from him,

if he's not hurt
by it in some way,

then there's no justice.

Sophie... Just take the mob out of it.

What? Take
the mob out of it?

Hear me out. Isn't this
just a breach of contract?

I mean, these guys
had a deal, right?

And your boy, Ray, he lived up
to his end, but Moscone didn't.

For that, there's not a court of law
in this world this lady can go to.

Which is exactly
the kind of case we take.

Oh, come on.

I don't... Why Teresa?

I don't know.

Well, her man's gone to jail for
15 years and she's waiting for him.

For 15 years!

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to wait for someone?

Yeah, okay. Yeah, okay.
Let's go rob Nicky Moscone,

a guy who kills people
and lives in our city.

Yeah, let's do that.

Typical mob McMansion.

They got the hideous gates,
infinity pool, statues everywhere.

How are we gonna handle
surveillance?

We can't.
Thing's a fortress, man.

I clocked four armed guards,
a tapeless security system.

That thing's Israeli made. It's
used to protect their military bases.

It's unhackable.

Oh, and then there's the FBI
parked around the corner.

FBI? Where?

See that crappy van,
says plumber?

Mmm-hmm.

Did you say plumber?
That's their cover?

Oh, that is so cute. It's
like it's 1978 all over again.

Listen, you can't just walk
into a place like that blind.

Oh, yeah,
that's true.

We can't get our
surveillance the usual way.

We'll just have to, you know,
borrow someone else's.

Yeah?

Relax, we're
with the Bureau.

Howdy.
Special Agent Thomas.

This is Special Agent Hagram.
She's fresh out of Quantico.

Showing her all
the hotspots, you know.

Oh, by the way,
I got your memo.

We're moving it
up the chain.

What? Hey, great! Thanks!

Well, come on in.

Sorry about the heat.
And the smell.

How did he know that?

Ah, the field guys are
always sending memos.

They just need validation.

This is really the front line
in the war on terror.

The terror of
organized crime.

Wow, is this vest
lining Kevlar?

Uh, no, it's rayon.

Ah, oh,
yeah, great!

Breathes better
than Kevlar.

But I have it
in my locker...

I wish I could
give you a sample,

but the bug we planted in
Moscone's barbecue is pretty spotty.

The bug?
Yes, sir.

Singular.
Absolutely.

Good, good work. Good work. You
know what? I'm kind of into this.

- Oh.
- May I?

Please.

But, uh, yeah, if we need to
do any kind of investigations...

- Do you have any snacks?
- Uh, yeah.

I've got a meat stick,
if you want to...

But, um, it's half eaten.

Okay, I see what
the problem is here.

You're bumping into
baby monitor frequency.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I thought
I heard some crying.

Do you have
a sink in here?

Um, no, actually,
we just use towelettes.

See if that
clears it up.

Ah! Yeah. Great!

I saw some rubber gloves.
What do you do with those?

Oh, actually, we've just been kind of
blowing them up and using them as volleyballs.

But, uh, yeah, if we need to
do any kind of investigation...

You should always have
clean hands.

All right! Thanks!

Uh, yeah.

What size shoe
do you wear?

Uh, well,
I'm about a...

I got it.

Right there.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Nice.

Thanks for the tour.

Come back any time.

Stay strong, brother. I will.

Shake up is coming.
Long overdue.

You, I'll watch
for you, too.

I'm the coffee,
you're the cream.

Huh?

She smells like jasmine.

I'm in. Guide me.

Okay. I found the server with the
Moscone surveillance files, room 718.

All you have to do is rip
them on my flash drive and run.

I don't have to
type anything, right?

No, just plug it in.
It does the rest.

All right, because you know I just
learned that Photoshop thing you taught me.

I know. Baby steps.

So I just plug it in...

Now, audio files, they can
take a little while to burn,

but the servers are pretty loud,
so that should give you some cover.

It's tapes.

What? Wait,
did you just say tapes?

I just said tapes!

Cassette tapes?

Your little thing?
It's not gonna work.

At least you ain't
got to type nothing.

Hardison, how am I supposed
to get out of the FBI offices

with a box full of
surveillance tapes? Huh?

Punch somebody!

Oh, I'm gonna
punch somebody.

You're welcome.

Was that so hard? I mean, why couldn't
you have just done that off the bat?

How is it?

You try listening to 74 straight
hours of surveillance of the mob

on a Walkman.

Okay,
what'd you learn?

Well, first of all, uh, how great
Jersey Boys is. They are fantastic.

Really, man, they're...

No, what did you learn about
where Moscone keeps his money?

Keeps it in offshore accounts
under his wife's name, Heather,

to protect it
from the Feds.

Can you break
the codes?

The code?

The codes to the
Cayman Bank of Trust,

where the Cali Cartel and the African
dictators keep all their dirty money?

The ones that Moscone changes any
time he damn well pleases, like it's...

Come on, dude,
are you kidding me?

You know, you're very
negative lately.

Yeah.

And the sass,
it doesn't help.

Where does Moscone
keep the liquid assets?

Okay, I took a number of the daily
deliveries his capitals make to the house,

and I cross referenced them with his
declared income and his spending habits.

I'd say he's got at least two
million stashed right here.

So we're back
to the beginning.

All we need is
a way in, right?

This guy. I can hit one of
the bag men before they get in.

Roll the dice on
a big payout.

Or we could tunnel
from the neighbor's.

What's going on here?
What's with...

Oh, uh, he's just putting up a tent
for Moscone's daughter's wedding.

It's happening this weekend.

There's a lot of conversations
between him and the wife about that.

Let's hear one.

I am overwhelmed!
I need help.

Overwhelmed? You're the
one who wanted this huge fiasco.

No, no, no,
for your daughter.

I told you I don't want
people in my house.

Oh, yeah, unless it's your skanky
yoga instructor, then it's fine, huh?

Skanky yoga instructor?

You can't even
touch your toes!

It's a bit like
an opera, isn't it?

You mean because
I want to run away.

You should look...

Well, now, if that isn't an
invitation, I don't know what is.

Ungrateful daughter.
I never...

What are you doing?
Don't walk away from me!

I don't see
what the problem is.

Well, it says the bride and
groom release a dozen white doves.

Yeah?

Oh, it just seems like a little
bit much, don't you think?

It's your wedding, Maria.
It's a memory, okay?

A precious,
precious memory.

Mrs. Moscone, Ruby Holden, Peerless
Events. Your wedding planner.

What? I didn't hire
a wedding planner.

Well, your husband
hired me.

He didn't tell you? Said something
about you being overwhelmed.

Oh. Well, uh, Ms...

You can call me Ruby.

Ruby. That's cute.

How shall I put this?

Everyone I've hired
for this wedding,

the caterer, the florist,
the band, is a frigging moron.

But I'm gonna have to live with it
because the wedding is two days away,

and frankly, I don't see who can
come in and magically fix everything.

What are you,
Mary Poppins?

Well, I do have
a little help.

Sophie.
Where are we at?

Huh?

I don't know, Nate. I think you
need to ask yourself that question.

You called me, remember?

And now we're working together
everyday, I don't know what you want.

And to ask me that,
dressed like a vicar?

- You're a very strange man.
- No, no, no,

I meant where are we at
with finding the money.

Oh.

Well, Parker says there are
no wall safes upstairs.

And I'm still looking.

Okay, well, keep me posted every 15
minutes. I don't want to miss anything.

How're we doing?
How's the search?

I haven't started yet.

Okay, you know, I haven't gotten
one answer I was looking for today.

What is it that you're doing?
What's going on?

I'm cutting onion, deveining
shrimp, pan seared some scallops.

I got 200 people I gotta feed,
all right? Back off.

Okay, okay.

What, do you think the only thing
I know how to do is bust heads?

No. Well, yeah.

Look, hold a knife like this,
cuts through an onion.

Hold a knife like this, cuts through,
like, eight Yakuza in four seconds.

Screams, carnage.

People are like knives.
Everything's in context.

- Okay. Hors d'oeuvres.
- Yes, ma'am.

Stuffed mushrooms.
Pine nuts, a kiss of basil,

some sun dried tomatoes, and for
the finishing touch, lemon juice.

Does this look like
a food court? Does it?

I want high end food.
High end!

What are you...

- I know.
- Yeah.

Just find the money. That's why
we're here, to find the money.

I saw a bunch of people going
in the house. You get anything?

No. Damn sprinkler's on.

Imagine if we had bugs
planted all over the house.

Yeah.

That is so far from
where I'm sitting.

I just think your college friends would
prefer to sit somewhere in the back.

Heather. Was that you
screaming my name?

Oh, yes, yes. We're looking at
the dresses for the bridal party,

and I wanted your opinion.

Oh!

You look lovely.

- You don't think it makes me look fat?
- Mmm-mmm.

Oh, definitely.

I mean, why'd you think I had to let out
the waist? To make you look less skinny?

She...

She didn't mean that.

Oh, suck it up, Cindy.
You'll be fine.

Actually, I could
not agree more.

Finally, someone around here who
knows what they're talking about.

How much do you
weigh, anyway?

About a buck 50?

I checked the library, and the
maid's room, no sign of the money.

Now, we need to focus. Uh, we
only have one day left before we...

Oh, Reverend!
Reverend, come in.

Having a drink with
my son-in-law to be.

Thanks again for doing this
on such short notice.

The pastor from my church back in
Kansas doesn't travel much anymore.

Yeah, and the local
clergy bowed out

because of certain
misconceptions about my business.

Oh, well, I'm very happy to do it.

No, thank you. No, no.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Weddings can be stressful.

I should really be going.

Gotta rest up
for the big day.

You got the bachelor party to go to.

No, that was last weekend,
remember?

- We went whale watching.
- Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Whale watching. Hmm.

You know what I did before
you got here, Reverend?

I offered him 200 grand
to disappear.

Yeah. I was gonna eat everything,
the tent, the food, everything.

He wouldn't take it.

Well, maybe he's not
interested in money.

Or, maybe it wasn't enough.

If there's a man without a price,
I haven't met him yet, Reverend.

Not very Christian
of me, I know.

Oh, you and I have more
in common than you think.

I doubt that.

Uh, Nick.
Oh, excuse me, Father.

Uh, our friend from
Brooklyn's on the line.

Um, I've gotta
take this, Reverend.

Oh, yes, of course.
Thank you for the drink.

What?

Hardison, office phone.
Get the feed.

Well, you tell that bastard
if he wants that money so bad,

I'll give it to him
at the reception. Huh?

And he better bring
Maria one hell of a gift.

Okay, that means the deal
is going down at the wedding,

probably involving all of
Moscone's available cash.

So, basically we go in,
we got to find the money,

then we gotta get it out under
the noses of 200 hungry guests.

While we run
the wedding.

All right, we find the money,
we get out before it starts.

You know, I swear, I never understood
the lengths people go with these things.

I mean, the endless... You know,
the dresses, and the endless...

The toasts and the crying and, you know,
it's just... It's unbelievable to me.

And everyone has a role
to play, right?

And the bride and groom at the end of
the day, they go home with a pile of cash.

And if you really think about it, the
whole thing is just a giant, giant con!

Yeah, man.

Well, aren't you romantic?

Yo.

No way in hell I could ever
imagine getting married.

I mean, it's just
a piece of paper.

I take it you've
never been married.

- No.
- Ever come close?

No.

What was her name?

It was a girl
I grew up with.

But, anyway, she married
somebody else, so...

Hot damn.
What did you do?

What did I do?
I liberated Croatia.

Oh, see, now me, I'd have just got
fat and started up a comic book shop.

That's you and me,
right there.

One more set.

What? Which one
you need it for?

Whoa, uh...

No, it's okay.
Here, zip.

Now, I know that you're in charge
of the bridesmaids' dresses,

but why are you
wearing one?

A bridesmaid's dress is like
an all-access pass at a wedding.

Plus I kind of said something
and the maid of honor cried

and Sophie said I should
make it up to her.

By looking much, much
better in the same dress?

Yeah, you let me know
how that goes.

You really think
I look good?

And now you're perfect.

Your guys were
supposed to be here an hour ago!

Yeah, well, I don't care
where you put the trucks,

as long as you're not
visible from the house.

Hold on, I gotta take this.

Yeah. Not now. Not now.

It's in the screening room.

The screening room.

Who left mud on... Lourdes,
why is there mud on the floor?

Ugh!

Yeah. I'm listening.

Hey, you two.

Sergei.

Everybody stop what they're doing and
meet me at the southwest corner now.

I'll be right down.

What is it, sweetheart?
What's wrong?

What's wrong?
Everything.

Adam and I wanted
something small,

but Heather said Dad needed this to
wine and dine his business people.

But now I realize
it's all about her.

Like your feelings
don't matter.

Like you don't
even exist.

Yes.

I'm gonna tell you something, and
I want you to listen to me, okay?

'Cause I learned
this the hard way.

Do not put your
faith in a man.

I know. What?

Men don't communicate.
So what do we do?

We project onto them about
us and our lives together.

It's all rubbish. We
don't know what they want.

You want to know what they're thinking
about when they're off staring into space

looking all romantic?

The job. It's all about work to
them. That's all they care about.

Yeah, my advice?

Do not put your
faith in a man.

What is it?
I got bacon on.

The Butcher is here.

Does he have
the baby lamb chops?

No, the Butcher of Kiev.

Think he'll
recognize you?

I kill you!

Yeah, I think
he'd remember me.

Okay, well, how is it that we
know how good the Jersey Boys is,

but we miss this somehow?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa. whoa. Hold it.
Tone it down, brother.

Okay, first of all,
the sass is not helpful.

But you were listening to the
tapes. How did we miss this?

Why y'all looking at me?
Okay, look, the guest list

didn't raise any red
flags with the Feds.

Looks like Steve and
Scab Miller have arrived.

And there sure are a lot of
Millers at this wedding.

Okay, listen, we have a world class
killer here who's going to ID Eliot,

and we are not prepared for this
at all, so I'm gonna pull the plug.

I want everyone to meet me
at the van in two minutes.

Man.

I'm staying.

I'm sorry,
you're what?

I'm staying.

You're staying?

Sophie, Sophie,
it's the Butcher of Kiev.

Have you ever
been to Kiev?

The Cake Maker of Kiev
could whip all our ass.

This is the Butcher.

Uh-huh.

Is this about fear of the
Russian mob or fear of intimacy?

God. Whoa.

Listen, I made a
promise to my friend Teresa,

and I'm not gonna
let her down.

And that bride
in there...

What's her name? I'm not
gonna let her down either.

So you guys can go. I'm staying.
I'll do this by myself if I have to.

Okay, fine.

Sophie, Hardison, Parker,
find the money.

Eliot, stay away
from the Butcher.

Uh, me?

I have a wedding
to officiate.

And so what do our readings
today tell us about marriage?

Well, it's a union,
it's a holy bond,

it's a wonderful institution we have
in which two people fall deeply in love.

It's a covenant,
it's a contract.

What do we know
about contracts?

Well, we know they're pretty lousy
vehicles for making people happy,

I tell you that for free.

One party feels they're getting
the short end of the stick,

and, uh, before you know it,
people start to lawyer up.

And, well, try telling that
to someone who thinks

marriage is a sacred bond
and a covenant.

I mean, you might as well
explain baseball to a dog.

But at least a dog will
bring the ball back to you,

and you can pat it
on its head.

Can you get me
some paprika?

Downstairs is clear. That leaves one
place where the money could be stashed.

Screening room.

Go!

These peaches aren't gonna
poach themselves, Parker.

Sorry, Emeril.

- What was that?
- You heard me.

Yeah. I'll show you. Bam!

I mean, what is marriage?

I mean, is it running around rooftops
in Paris? I don't think so. No.

- I have no idea.
- It's pushing a cart around,

the Home Depot. We're
good, we're good, pal.

It's pushing a cart
around Home Depot.

That's what it is.
It's hard work.

Hard, hard, hard,
hard work, people.

Damn.

And I mean, you know,
some people don't understand

how hard a real
relationship can be.

And some people should
consider that other people,

you know, they don't...
Maybe they need a little time,

you know, before they start
dating some people again.

And start committing
and, and, and, and...

But, luckily, luckily, luckily, Adam
and Maria, they don't have such problems.

No, because, you know, Maria, despite
all the fear and doubt that life brings,

Adam, when he looks
at you, Maria,

he, you know, he knows that
you have made him a better man,

a better version of himself.

And now that he's known you,
he can never go back.

And, Maria, you know that
when you look at Adam,

yes, you know you've
made him a better man,

and that he should probably
just give up and agree with you.

Well, I'd like to now
pronounce you man and wife.

You may now kiss the bride.

Come on.
Come with me.

Um, Moscone is leaving.
The deal is going down now.

I have a meeting tomorrow morning
in London. And the jet is idling.

G-IV?

Do I look like a
hockey player?

Global Express.

Eliot, I got the boss and Sergei in
the dining room. Where are they going?

Screening room.

Parker, you got the money?

Not yet.

All right, they're on
their way. Get out now.

Not an option!

In my day, no one would do business
at their daughter's wedding.

I have deals going on in
three different continents right now.

I take payments 24/7.

The days of credit are over.

Well, the ports of Long
Beach have been good to us.

My union's got some fat
Homeland Security contracts,

and this, this is just
the tip of the iceberg.

What?

Where is my money?

It was in there!
I put the money in myself!

Look, get that gun out of my
face before I call my guys.

Do it. I tell my crew to start
shooting everyone in the tent.

Starting with the bride.

Money gone.
Sergei not happy.

Keep the lid on things until
I figure out what happened.

What's going on?

Uh, somebody beat us
to the money.

They set up Moscone to hand
Sergei an empty briefcase.

Who?

Sergei.

It's in the screening room.
The screening room.

Go get me
Heather's phone.

I've got money overseas.

This is just a cash flow
issue. It's business!

I didn't do anything when you shot my
brother like a dog in that restaurant.

- What did you do?
- Not me, you!

Nobody wanted a war.

But now you cheat us
on a payout,

I have a green light.

Your brother, huh? Look,
it was a mistake, okay?

Eliot, get to the
screening room right now.

It burns!

Going somewhere,
my friend? Huh?

Why would Heather give up
all this just for a bag of money?

Well, she didn't. The
Russians have the money,

she just told them
where to find it.

So the empty briefcase was the
excuse Sergei needed to kill Moscone?

Look, the guy's been waiting
five years climbing up the ranks.

She gets the fat offshore accounts
her husband put in her name.

This is the, you know,
the big score.

There's no messy divorce,
but she's not here, and...

Okay. I'll go find her.

Yeah.

Now I will kill you.

I can get your money
with one phone call.

Global economy
never waits.

Oh, you're not the DJ. I'm
supposed to meet him in here.

Hey, the father of the
bride! He's in here!

Everybody's been looking for
you. You're in so much trouble.

Come on.
Party's in full swing.

Come on.

He's in here.

One word, everyone dies.

After you.

When I look at
Maria and Adam,

I feel such a
whirlwind of emotions.

Hardison, Moscone and
Sergei are leaving through the northwest exit.

First of all, I know that she
has found her one true love.

Adam is such a great
person with such a big...

Hey, girl. Uh, let's give
it up for the maid of honor.

You are working the
hell out of that dress.

Mmm! Good God.

And now let's give it up for the
man that made all of this happen...

Moscone! Big papa.

The duke of the docks,
the sultan of sanitation.

My man, Mr. Nick Moscone!

Watch out, bro.
Personal space.

It's, uh, time for the
father daughter dance,

so do your thing, keep
dancing, keep two-stepping.

I kill you!

Oh, it burns!

It's the lemon juice.

You just kill a guy
with an appetizer?

I don't know, maybe.

The ride's here.

It's about time. How'd you get away
from Sergei in the screening room?

I pretended I was drunk, and that we
were meeting down there to have sex.

Here it is.
There you go.

Put it in the trunk.

This car?

Do it.

Hardison, we gotta end the wedding
now, get Adam and Maria out immediately.

Hey, people,
what's happening?

I just got word that there's
a storm brewing in the Rockies,

so if these kids want to make it to
Kansas by tomorrow, they got to go.

Aw, yeah, yeah. Look,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

If y'all don't want them driving
through golf ball sized hail,

let's give them a good
send-off! Come on, people.

How you doing?

I'm sorry this day didn't
work out the way you wanted.

It did.

- Tom.
- Mascone...

Do you think you
scare me, Reverend?

No, I don't think I do. But I think
that Mr. Moscone's friends here might

put the fear
of God into you.

If you're looking for your
people, they're in the kitchen.

- Please excuse me.
- Certainly.

Exactly what denomination
are you, Reverend?

Nate.

Nate, can you hear me?

Okay, yeah,
where's Heather?

I got her.

Hey! You miserable shrew.

You are never gonna bother
those kids again, ever.

And you better start
brushing up on your Russian,

'cause your husband's about to discover
you're the one who sold him out.

You're not Mary Poppins.
You're a bitch.

Ow!

That hurt!

Nate, I lost her.

- Where's my wife?
- Your wife? She's gone.

Where's the cash?

Yeah, where's
Teresa's money?

Oh, Nate, what have
you done this time?

Ah, wait for it.

Yeah, yeah. I need all new
codes for Cayman Bank and Trust,

account number
7-1-8-7-9-3-1-7-6-8.

You know all those offshore
accounts that Moscone has?

You know, the ones
in Heather's name?

Well, now that
she's blown town,

guess who's on the phone
changing the passwords?

Can you do anything
with those?

Oh, I can do
everything with them.

Wait, wait, wait. I still don't
understand. What happened to the cash?

Oh, the cash. Well...

Here it is.
There you go.

- Put it in the trunk.
- This car?

Do it.

Don't spend it all
in one place.

So, Padre, a wedding's
just a big con, huh?

I never said there was
anything wrong with that.

Let's go.

These are pretty good, man.

Thanks, man. I squeezed,
like, fresh lemon juice on it.

Cool, cool.

Did you clean out
Moscone's accounts?

I left him $5 for socks.

Meet me at the car.

Reverend.

Did you find your wife?

No. And you know what?
Good riddance.

On the day my daughter takes her
vows, that woman broke her vows to me.

Can't think of anything
lower than that.

Give and it shall
be given to you.

For whatever measure
you deal to others,

it will be dealt
to you in return.

People who break
their promises

get what's coming
to them, Mr. Moscone.

Thanks, Reverend.
Makes me feel better.

Sure.

Please. Take it.

Oh, I appreciate it, Reverend,
but I'm a busy guy.

Well, you never know when
you might find the time.

Surprise!

It's all yours.

What? I don't
know what to say.

- Give me a hug.
- Wow. Oh, my gosh.

Come, come sit down.

I wish Ray were here
to see this.

Wait for it.

Huh?

Moscone's arrest
casts new light

on the murder of Russian
hit man Anatoly Serovsky,

a murder LA restaurant owner Raymond
Palermo was convicted of five years ago.

Mr. Palermo's lawyers are
already filing appeals.

I thought you couldn't. How?

I didn't do anything when you shot
my brother like a dog in that restaurant.

Your brother, huh? Look,
it was a mistake, okay?

All right! Yeah.

Daddy's coming home.

Hot plates, hot plates. Come on,
now! Give me a little room there.

Daddy's coming home.

I got a toast.
No, no, no, I got it.

Cheers.
Daddy's coming home.

Thank you.