All language subtitles for Public.Morals.S01E03(1)

Gimme a whiskey.

All right, listen up in here!

I am burying my best friend today...
John O'Bannon.

Now he was whacked right
outside these doors.

So I want you to tell everyone you know

that I am looking for the
son of a bitch who did it,

and when I find him,

I am gonna cut his goddamn head off

and bring it in here

and put it on this bar,
and we're gonna celebrate, huh?

Now sláinte.

Any of Youse in the bar that night? Hmm?

Nobody knows anything, huh?

Hey, what about you, big man, huh?

You know anything? You know anything?

What are you, a mute? All right. Okay.

What about you, sweetheart?
Huh? You know anything?

You're a newbie. Huh?

You see anything? You hear anything?

Okay, nobody knows anything.

Well, if you find out something,
you come and find me, huh?

Man: If you ask me,
that prick got what he deserved.

I'm sorry, brother. I didn't hear you.

Did you say something?

Hey, take it easy, pal.
He was only joking around.

Oh, yeah, you were only joking around.

You joke around about my dead best friend?
Huh?

Oh!

Hey, what about you, comedian?

You got any more funny jokes?

Anybody else? Huh?!

Anybody else?!

Keep looking at me!

Tough guys!

Take a good look at him, James.

What you do not see
underneath that nice suit

are the bullet holes in his chest.

You have any fantasies about
wanting to be a tough guy?

Think of him.

This is where you'll end up.

Can I touch him?

Why do you wanna touch him?

I've never touched a dead person before.

I wanna see what they feel like.

They feel cold.

Can I?

Come on.

Who are all these people?

Friends of your Uncle's.

Mostly degenerate gamblers
and other lowlifes

and the women that love them.

So...
do you think Mr. Patton will be here soon?

Do me a favor. Don't worry about that, okay?

Just go take a seat, say a prayer,

and hope you don't end up an
idiot like the rest of them.

Before we pay our respects, Mr. O.,

we should discuss who's
going to get his book.

He was a good earner.

He'll be hard to replace.
If you ask me, I say good riddance.

And nobody's asking you.
You've done enough damage already.

No, I did us a favor.
He was more trouble than he was worth.

He was getting too big in the head.

It's an important job.

I have to find the right man for it.

It's a grave responsibility.

Why not give it to me?

- What about Smitty?
- Smitty?

Smitty? That weasely little piece of shit?

- Are you kidding me?
- Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?

- No, I'm trying to give you my opinion, sir.
- Your opinion?

Nobody asked you for your goddamn opinion.

- Oh, so now I can't speak my mind.
- Your mind?

Oh, Jesus, your mind.
Do me a favor, would ya?

Get the hell outta here. Go to the kitchen.

Stay in the kitchen till I call you.

I don't wanna see you.
I don't wanna hear from you.

I don't wanna think about you.
Get the hell out!

Sir.

What the hell is wrong with that kid?!

He's your son.

Sometimes I wonder about that.

Listen.
Why not give Mr. O.'s operation to Rusty?

Could be just the kind of thing he needs.

You know, like you were talking about.

Give him something with
some real responsibility.

That brain-dead eejit I
just sent out of here?

Are you off of your rocker?
No chance in hell.

Well,
I'll tell you what I don't like about Smitty.

I don't think we can really trust him.

I think his allegiance is
always gonna be with O'Bannon.

And he's gotta have some suspicions

about who did his best friend.

And then we'll have a
meeting with Mr. Smith.

Find out where his loyalties lie.

And if we don't like his answers?

Well, you promised me

you'd clean this place up now, didn't ya?

Hey, kid. How you doin'?

Okay, I guess. How you doin'?

You know what? I'm in shock.

I can't believe my best
friend is laying up there.

Were you friends a long time?

Yeah, probably since I was your age.

You know, I was a scrappy little kid.

I used to hang around in
the pool hall all the time,

and Mr. O. put me to work.

What'd you do for him?

Cleaned up around the place, you know.

Ran errands. Shit like that.

Eventually I became a runner for him.

Then I became his right hand.
And so now... here we are.

So... who do you think killed him?

How did you know Mr. O.?

He's my Uncle. Or I guess my dad's Uncle.

Hey, kid... Who's your father?

Terry Muldoon.

Is that a fact?

It was nice talking to you, kid.

Sorry for your loss.

So? Talk about delusional.

Your aunt Kay's going on about
what a sweetheart he was.

You see how lucky you are, gorgeous?

You didn't make such a bad choice

with me after all, did ya?

I'm gonna find James,
and then we're getting out of here, okay?

All right, just come and find me

- and say goodbye before you go.
- Okay.

Thanks.

Hey, Mr. Muldoon.

- What do you say, Richie?
- I should've been there that night.

If I was there,
none of this would've happened.

You care to shed a little light
on what you think went down?

I got a few theories,
and I hope for their sake

that you get to them before I do.

Richard, if you know something
or you find out something,

you better come and see me first.

And if you're dumb enough
to do anything on your own,

you know what you're facing, right?

I'm sorry, John.

Been meaning to ask you,

how's your mother holding up?

Ah, she's fine.

- Hey, Sean.
- How you doing?

Sorry about your pops.

- Danny boy.
- Hey.

So...
you boys in blue don't have any clues, do ya?

No. And we don't really give
a shit who killed him either.

One less mutt on the street to worry about.

Well...

You had your deal with him, and I had mine,

but he was always good to me.

So I'm gonna get to the
bottom of this bullshit,

and somebody, whoever it is,
is gonna have to answer to me.

Well, imagine this, Richie.
What if it was me?

I think you know.

Anytime, asshole,
and I'll leave my shield and gun at home.

- All right.
- I don't know about that.

- Come on, Richie.
- Let's go get a beer, all right?

Prick.

You really don't give a
shit who killed your father?

No. And you know why?

'Cause the first memory I have of that prick

is him coming in,
drunk from the night before

and hauling off on my mom

because his breakfast wasn't warm enough.

What do you think of that?

What do we know?

- Any news? Any news? Anything?
- Nothing yet.

We're just waiting to see
if Patton shows his face.

When he gets here,
we ought to ask him directly what he knows.

Oh, yeah, what he knows. My money says

that he's the one who called the shot.

What are you, a friggin' moron?

Are you a moron?
That doesn't make any sense.

Patton had no reason to take out Mr. O.

O. was making him a lot of money.

Yeah, but there is more to be made,

so maybe somebody tipped Patton
off to what Mr. O. was planning.

He wasn't planning shit.
You were the one planning.

You were the one putting all
those stupid ideas in his head

about taking over, okay?

He never talked about anything like that

until you came up with it.

There's nothing stupid about that idea,
Smitty.

It would just take some balls...

Maybe something you don't got.

Easy does it, Richie.

I don't care how many cops are in here.

Oh, man.

I should smack the shit
out of you right now.

Yeah. You should.

But you won't, and do you know why?

Because you got no balls.

You know how many big mouths

like you I've seen come
and go over the years?

They come.

They talk a lot.

And then they go,
usually with one in the back of the head.

You just keep talkin', tough guy.

Man: Shit. That's Joe Patton?

Man: It is.

Man: Yeah, I told you he was gonna be here.

Hey, what do you wanna do?
You wanna go inside?

Might be good for a laugh.

I won't go in there and pay my respects

to that piece of shit.

But there is somebody I should check in on.

How the hell are you, John?

You goddamn wife-beating jackass, you.

I warned you.

Didn't I warn you?

Keep your mouth shut.

I hope for your sake, John,

the book of revelations is wrong.

Otherwise, it's a long haul.

A long, hot haul.

And me not far behind you.

Kay...

Rusty.

I'm still here for you, you know that.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Thought I could stop by
the apartment this week

if that's all right, you know, check on you.

I'd like that.

Gentlemen.

Man: Hey, turn down the music!

May I have your attention?

Ah, get ready for the theatrics.

John O'Bannon was a good
friend for a good many years.

His death weighs heavily on my heart.

We cannot and we must not

stand for anyone thinking

that they can come into this neighborhood...

Our neighborhood...
And strike down one of our own.

I promise you men,

we will find out who is responsible

for this, and by God, he will pay.

All: Aye! Cheers.

Here's to John O'Bannon...
One hell of a good man.

Yeah, if you like wife-beatin' drunks.

Patton: Drinks for everyone.

Your money is no good today.

Whoa, Nelly!

Michael, my good man.

Well, what a pleasure it is to see you.

Well, it's been a few years, Joseph.

It's a shame it takes a tragedy
like this to bring us together.

Wakes and weddings, Michael.
Hmm? Wakes and weddings.

I know how tough this must be on you

and how much you cared for good old John.

More than people might expect...

Which is why I was so
impressed with your toast.

We should have lunch together soon, huh?

Get to the bottom of this together.

Oh, I'd love nothing more, but, uh,

didn't you retire a few years ago, Sergeant?

I've been placed on special detail,

given my relation to the deceased.

Well, then...

Lunch it is.
Give us a call next week, will you?

Yeah.

God bless.

Lunch for old times' sake, huh, Sarge?

He was full of shit then.
He's full of shit now.

Mark my words,
we'll get to the bottom of this.

Mr. Patton!

My condolences, Terrance.

I appreciate the sentiment,
but you and I need to speak.

Why not? I'll be in touch.

Agnes I do not know why
you have to call him.

You are not being fair. I'm 18 years old.

Who says I gotta be fair?
I'm your father. All right?

Tell your fireman boyfriend
you can see him another night.

But, dad, he's expecting me.

Well, he's gonna have to learn
to live with disappointment.

'Cause he ain't going out tonight,
all right?

Now sit down with the rest
of us and have your dinner.

And if I don't? Don't bother coming back.

But, dad, it's my birthday.

Okay, enough.

You see?
You wanna get your grandmother upset?

Guten appetit!

Let's go. Ding dongs, put that away.

No comics at the table.

Woman: Hey, baby. You need anybody?

Come here, cutie.

Hey, sweetheart.
You wanna have fun tonight? How you doing?

- Muldoon: Hey, asshole!
- Yeah, right, over here!

Come here. Get in the goddamn car.

Hey, Terry, Terry, Terry. How are ya?

- Get in the car, moron.
- It's always good to see ya.

First of all,
I just wanna say what a shame it was,

what happened to Mr. O.,

but I can't say it breaks my heart.

Yeah, so what are you saying?
You had a problem with him?

No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I didn't like him. But nobody liked him.

I mean, am I right or am I right?

- He had a lot of enemies.
- You should know.

You should know the lead
detective on the case

has you at the top of his list.

And the sooner he can pin this on somebody,

the happier everybody's gonna be.

Whoa, whoa, I'm not a killer, Terry.

- You know that. You know me since I was 4. Come on.
- I know, I know.

- Come on, come on.
- Five years in the joint.

- People change, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, change for the better.

I mean,
now if I got a problem with somebody,

I turn the other cheek. I walk away.

I got no interest in getting pinched again.

That's good. Yeah, that's good to hear,

because I am gonna give you an
opportunity to save yourself.

And I think you know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, I know.
I know what you want, but I'm no stoolie.

Come on.

You do not have a choice,
you stupid son of a bitch.

Uhh!

Numerous favors have been
done for you over the years.

Now it is your time to reciprocate.

- Are we clear?
- Yeah. Yes, yes, yes.

Good, good.
I'm sure you heard about the whore

who got whacked the other night.

- Yeah. Everybody knows about that.
- I need you to find out

who she hung out with.
You think you can handle that?

- Yeah, I can handle that, Terry.
- And from now on,

when you hear I'm looking for you,

you will be easy to be found.

You can find me.

Now get the hell outta my car.

I'm going. I'm going.

Go ahead, Agnes. Blow 'em out.

Yeah.

I got somethin' for my little girl.

Yeah.

Happy Birthday, sweetheart.

Oh, daddy, it's beautiful.

- You like that?
- Thank you so much.

Nah, come on, mom.

She deserves the best.

- So do you think...
- No. You still can't go out though.

Oh, Chris, you're still awake.

Yeah. How are you?

I'm good. How were the kids tonight?

They were fine.

Although James regaled them
with stories from the wake.

Did you really let him touch the body?

Yeah. I might have. Why?

It's not right,
and I'm pretty sure it's a sin.

That is not a sin.

Well, James was very impressed
with the whole affair.

He's been walking around

talking like Humphrey Bogart all day.

Well, if you can believe it,

when I was a kid growing
up in this neighborhood,

even I was impressed with the gangsters.

But like I had my father to
knock some sense into me,

James has got me to do the same for him.

Rather than knocking some sense into him,

wouldn't it be easier to just move?

Uh, yeah,
but it would be a lot more expensive,

whereas a smack doesn't cost us a thing.

Sometimes I'd like to
give you a little smack.

Yeah, well,
there's no time like the present, gorgeous.

You'd have better luck if
you got home an hour ago.

And go brush your teeth.
You smell like a brewery.

I'll be back with fresh breath.

Congratulations. I'll be asleep.

Hey, sweetie. You got something for me?

Ah, not tonight, not tonight.

Hey, Smitty. Hey.

Hey, Davis.

You know,
that was a lousy freaking break for Mr. O.

Regardless, it was still a good day.

Well, that's good.

Oh, man. Uh... You know...

It pisses me off 'cause I got...

I got no idea who did it. None. No idea.

You and me... We're gonna have a drink.

- All right.
- To John.

To John.

It's dead as a doornail in here.

Who's... Why's it so quiet?

Big guy's in back.
He's been waitin' for you.

Big guy? Patton?

He's here? For me? What do...

F-f-for why?

I'm just the messenger, Smitty.
I pour your drinks,

I take your bets, and I don't ask questions.

Hey, Smitty, how you doing, pal?

My brother would like to
have a few words with you.

- Uh, yeah, sure.
- Yeah, come on.

All right.

After you.

Do us a favor, Davis. Lock that door.

Oh, there he is. There he is.

Sit down. Sit down.

- How are you, Mr. Patton?
- I've been better.

- Yeah.
- Lost a good friend.

I'll miss him, as I'm sure you will as well.

- Mr. O. was a good friend.
- He was.

Good to me, you know?

Unfortunately,
we don't have time to mourn the dead.

There's business to be done.

The show must go on, as they say.

I just have a few questions to ask.

Do you have any idea at all

who may have been responsible for the murder

of our mutual friend?

You know, a lot of people...
Some people have been saying

that they think it was his kid, Sean.

Uh, I'm not seeing it.

Outside of Shakespeare,

very few sons kill their fathers,

so, no, I don't believe it was Sean.

Anybody else in mind?

Mr. O. was not exactly loved...

In the neighborhood,

and even less so outside of hell's kitchen.

So it could have been anybody.
Is that what you're saying?

Yeah, yeah, I guess it could've been.

Yes, it's the ugly side of what we do.

We make a lot of enemies,
which is why it's important

to keep your friends close,

and, you know, a lot of these cases

the police just don't give a shit.

Very few of these things are solved,
you know?

And which is, of course,
a damn shame, but, uh,

what can one do?

Hmm?

Sometimes it's best just to let it go.

Wouldn't you agree with that?

Yeah, right. Let sleeping dogs lie.

That's it. That's it exactly.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Why don't you have your drink?

You've hardly touched it.

Oh.

Let me pour you another one.

You know, my second question
actually is more of a request,

and of course, it depends upon whether

you would like the opportunity
to make a great deal more money.

Would you like that, Smitty?

Yes, sir. Uh, yeah, very much so.

Mm. Well, of course,
everyone knows that, uh,

you were Mr. O.'s right hand.

Well, yeah, you knew the business inside out

and you knew all the other bookies

and the runners and the banks.

And I don't think you're
someone who's likely

to try something stupid now, are you?

No, sir. I know my place.

Now what about John's crew?

Were you able to get along with them?

- Yeah. Most of 'em.
- So you think

that they would support you if
you took over his operation?

Absolutely.

How about yourself?

Well, how would you feel about
profiting from John's death?

Well, I wouldn't...

I wouldn't put it that way, exactly.

He was... my fr... He was a friend of mine.

You know, Mr. Patton,
if you give me this chance...

You'll have my full loyalty.

Well, good.

Then that's what we'll do.

Shall we drink to it?

To keeping your friends close.

Louisiana, what do you say?

What's the news?

I'm hearing nothin'
about that whore that was killed.

Nothin' about your Uncle either.

Oh, that's great.
What the hell am I doing here then?

Well,
I got a tip that's more profitable in nature.

All right. I'll bite. What do you got?

High stakes poker game you
might be interested in.

Getting pretty big, from what I hear.

Real big money, lot of action.

And who's gaming it? Who's running it?

You gon' love this.

It's moose Tedesco's youngest son...

The one who went away to college.

Are you kiddin' me? Moose's kid?

Are you absolutely sure about this? 100%?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

That prick is gonna pay. When and where?

Uptown on the east side.
One of them private clubs.

Big money them kids are playing,
from what I hear.

$2,000 buy-in, they're saying.

That's great. That's great.

I still need the name of the club.

It's called the stockbridge house.

Third floor's the card room.

On Friday nights, they got the tables goin'.

That's good, Lou. That's good.

If this is legit,
I'll double what I just gave you.

If it's bullshit...

I know, I know.

I got no interest in going back to prison,
Officer.

Sir, I just wanna say thank you so much

- for taking us to lunch today.
- Ah.

How long have you two known each other?

About a year now.

And we're very much in love.

Well, I get it.

You said that like a dozen times already.

I understand, all right?

I got it.

Well, how long have you been a fireman?

Three years, sir.

And why didn't you think
about joining the cops?

My father is a fireman,

so it's been a dream of mine
since I was a little kid.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Come on, daddy. Be nice.

Go ahead. Ask him.

I'd like to marry your daughter, sir.

And I'd like your blessing.

I promise I-I will take very,
very good care of her.

Yeah, well, I had a feeling

that's what this lunch was about.

But I have some questions for you, Agnes.

What about college?

You're already enrolled in Marymount.

I can still go.
We don't wanna have kids right away

like you and mom did, and that way,

I can work for a few
years and save some money,

and then with both our paychecks,

we can buy a real nice house in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn?
Why would you wanna live in Brooklyn?

It's very nice out near
Ryan's parents place.

Oh. You met his parents?

Just a... Just a couple times.

It's okay, daddy.

I love him... And he loves me.

Please, will you give us your blessing?

No, it's, uh...

No, it's better than okay. This is...

This is a good thing. This...

It's a beautiful thing,
and you have my blessing.

Thank you so much, daddy.

Do you...
do you wanna ride out with us later

and share the news?

No, no, no. You, uh...

You tell Ryan's parents
I said congratulations,

and I'll have plenty of time to meet them

as you start to plan the wedding, so...

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, sir.

You seem like a nice kid,

and you obviously come from a nice family...

In spite of the fact that
your father encouraged you

to be a fireman.

I'll tell you this one time, all right?

Treat my daughter with respect, okay?

If she feels one minute
of pain because of you...

I'll end ya. All right?

I ain't just talkin' about beatin'
the shit out of you.

I ain't no fireman. I'm a cop.
I carry a gun, remember?

All right?

No, no, I-I understand, sir.

You're never gonna have to worry about that.

All right, good. Let's celebrate.

Cora, can I get another round of beers?

Hey, Terry.

There's the man. What do you say, Vince?

Looks good.

Thanks for coming down.

All right, so what's so important?

All right. I just got a tip
that seems a little odd to me.

And I figured I should run it by you,

see what you make of it.

Yeah, of course. What is it?

All right. High stakes card game uptown

at one of those private university clubs.

Sounds good. What's the problem?

Here's the thing.

My stoolie says that Moose Tedesco's kid

is running the game.

As far as I know,
we do not have it on the list.

Can't be. If it's not on the list,

it can't be one of Tedesco's games.

- Your guy's gotta be wrong.
- No. I don't know.

This stoolie's information is always solid.

The kid has never let me down before.

I'm not buying it.

Moose wouldn't pull that
kind of shit with me.

What about I just call him right now

- and find out what the hell the deal is?
- No.

I've already checked in with the lieutenant.

He wants to take it to Johanson.

If the captain okays it,

we're gonna hit the game tonight.

You're gonna make me drink alone?

Yeah. Can I get a bourbon over here?

Just a heads up, Smitty.

Kane and Hopkins are inside looking for you.

All right.
You bums have nothing better to do

than hang out here all
afternoon drinking beer?

Actually, we do, Mr. Big Shot.

We got some very important
business to discuss.

Oh, Big Shot, huh? Yeah, well,

somebody filled you in on the good news,
huh?

How do you figure that's good news?

Now we're right back to where we were.

Oh, excuse me. Do you not know...

Do you not understand how this works?

This is a money-making enterprise

that we're involved with here.

Everything that we do is about making money,
all right?

That's it. All right?
Now with Mr. O. gone...

With Mr. O... . God rest his soul...

Singing with the angels,

everybody gets a bigger
piece of the profits now.

But it's still small-time bullshit.

Right? What about our bigger plan?

That's where the real money is.

Now maybe Mr. O. Bought into your, uh...

Bullshit pipe dreams about
taking over the West Side.

I don't.
If you wanna do that, there's the door.

You go do that, all right?
You leave me out of it.

Yeah, 'cause you're a goddamn coward.

You know, what is it with you, Kane?

What is it with you? I got no interest

in starting a war with Patton,

a war we can't possibly win.

Patton's an old man.

His crew is nothin' but old men.

You know,
I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall here.

Let me just tell you.

All I wanna do is make
as much money as I can

and get out of this racket
before I end up in jail or dead

in the river like Mr. O.

So put your bullshit plans to bed already.

You got it?

Look at me. Oh, who's the coward now?

Got any more big ideas, huh?

Get these punks outta here. Get 'em out!

- Get 'em outta here.
- All right, all right, I'm going, I'm going.

Gentlemen,
you're welcome to have a seat and say hello,

but we're not sharing our champagne.

- Muldoon, you know Helena.
- Of course.

But I don't think you do, Lieutenant.

I don't think I've had the pleasure.

If you had,

you would have surely remembered.

- Helena Latour.
- Pleased to meet you. Lonnie King.

And how are you, Terrance?

Well, I've got nothing to complain about.

And you? How are things at the shop?

All is good. My girls are happy and healthy.

Maybe one day I'll convince you

to pay us more than a cursory visit.

I think you're doing fine
without my patronage,

however I think the lieutenant
might take you up on that offer.

Of course, please,
come see us anytime you like.

Just not tonight.
Now what can I do for you two?

Are you here to eat?

- Or are you here to talk?
- We need a couple minutes of your time, captain.

Then I'll take this
opportunity to freshen up.

Can you believe the ass on that one?

I can't get enough of that broad.

So what do you got?

Muldoon got wind of a big card game

that's being run by one of Tedesco's kids,

- and it's not on the list.
- Hasn't this prick done this before?

Trying to hide some shit on us?

Yeah,
but it's always been small-time bullshit.

Vince always gave him the slide,

given that they're old friends.

This time,
it sounds like it's the real deal.

Clearly this jackoff thinks
he can screw with us.

Latucci's in too tight with that fat Guinea.

I always said that.
Well, if that's indeed the case,

then we gotta let Tedesco know otherwise.

- What do you wanna do?
- I say we burn his ass and hit the game tonight.

It's the biggest night with the most money.

And if Tedesco's there,
we grab him and the kid.

You sure you wanna do that, captain?

Might cause some problems for Tucch.

Screw Latucci. This Tedesco's starting

to think he's a little too slick.

He's jerking Vince around
because of their history.

- I guess it's time to make him pay.
- Anything else?

That's it.

And, gents, after it's all over,

don't forget. I got a birthday coming up.

Darling...

- Santé.
- Mm.

Hey, this is, uh, Charlie Bullman.

Yeah, yeah, the cop.

How are ya?
Hey, I was, um, I was wondering if, um,

if there's a possibility that maybe you're,
um...

Are you free tonight?

Yeah.

Yeah, that would be good.

Okay. All right.

All right, I'll see you soon.

All right, bye.

I gotta go to work, ma.

No, it's not that late, ma.
Don't worry about me.

Just go to sleep, all right?

I'll see you in the morning, okay?
Love you, ma.

All right, go to sleep.

Let me ask you something, Petey.

- You ever look at yourself in the mirror?
- Hmm?

Look at this suit.
Where'd you pick this thing up,

- the salvation army?
- What are you talkin' about?

- I've had this suit for years.
- That's my point.

No one's ever complained about it before.

Look at me.
This is how you dress to impress.

Think about Terry...
Conservative like a banker,

simple blue suit, nice shirt, sharp tie.

You cannot walk around like this, kid.

- You look like a bum.
- Whoa, I do not look like a bum.

This is a look I put
together to pass myself off

as a rube from out of town.

You look like you you're spit-washing

- car windows on Delancey Street.
- Hey.

That's all right. All right.

One of these days, I'm gonna take you

over to Brooks Brothers, doll you up right.
My treat.

- Is that right?
- Huh? Okay?

Hey, Terry.

- What do you say, boys?
- Terry, let me ask you something.

This suit... It's fine, right?

Yeah, sure, if we were going
to your confirmation tonight.

Tucch, quick word.

- Is it still on the table?
- Did I tell ya?

Breaking his balls over here.

Listen, I spoke to king and we both think

it's best if you sit this one out tonight.

If Tedesco's old man is there,
we're gonna grab him, too.

What are you trying to do to me?

You can't grab the Moose.

Johanson okayed it, and you yourself

said this guy's been
jerking you around lately.

So you take the night off,

and we're gonna bring in Bullman instead.

Does Johanson have a bug
up his ass with Tedesco

I don't know about?

I don't know. What do you want me to say?

Maybe he doesn't like Italians.

Petey Mac.

That doctor did a good job, no?

It's gonna be fine.

Yeah. Thanks for that again.

Ah, it's the least I can do.

Also, I, uh, I got this for you.

What... what's this?

Well, when I visited Mr. Smith,

he insisted on compensating you

for the amount of time
you're gonna be out of work.

Oh, my God. How much is this?

It's over 2 grand.

He was, uh, very apologetic.

What'd he say?

Not much, actually.

Mm.

So maybe it's a good idea if
you take some of that money

and get yourself a new apartment.

You know,
given the amount of complaints we had,

who knows?
It's, uh, probably best to get a new address.

Who knows? Maybe, uh, maybe even get

out of this business altogether.

You're... you're a nice, pretty girl.

You don't need to be doing that.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Well, I should get going.

So I'll, uh...

I'll see you around, kid.

I was worried you didn't get the message.

Where the hell you been?

No, I was taking care of some shit.
Nothing important.

What, are you wearing cologne? You reek.

No, it's aftershave.

What is this?
You smell like some kind of French whore.

Nah, don't worry about what I smell like.

Hey, Blondie, what do you say, huh?

Fellas, can I help you?

- Yeah, you can help me.
- Uhh!

- Yeah. Get your ass outta here.
- Get him outta here.

Hey, beautiful, where you been all my life?

Guess what, sweetheart?

It's time to hit the bricks, all right?

All right, everybody, listen up.

I want you all to put your hands
where we can see them, stand up,

and move away from the table.

Get your hands where we can see 'em,

or I'm gonna start breaking fingers.

And nobody touches nothin'.

Muldoon:
Everything on these tables is evidence.

It is all gonna be seized and vouched.

Hey, asshole, you deaf, huh? Come on.

- Petey, toss him for weapons.
- Spread 'em.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the last thing we wanna do

is lock up a bunch of young men and women

for playing cards, but that is our job.

You break the law and you get caught,

you go to jail.

- He's clean, Terry.
- However...

Tonight,
you caught us in a very forgiving mood.

On almost any other night,
what would we do, bull?

We'd throw your asses in the paddy wagon

and send you to the tombs.

But tonight we're gonna make an exception

because I assume a lot of you

- are probably first-time offenders.
- Oh, yeah.

In order to let you go,

we need to identify the men
that organized this game.

If we do that,
you can all be on your merry way.

And if we cannot do that,
you are all gonna get locked up,

and we can figure it out tonight
in a jail cell, and, ladies,

that includes you, too. Understood?

- Who did it, huh?
- Who set this up?

Anybody?

You ain't got no idea who set this up?

You don't know who you're messing with.

No idea. Whoa! Mully. Ha.

- I think we got our guy.
- Tedesco's boy?

Yeah, and I suggest

you get my father on the phone right now.

- You're gonna have a major goddamn problem on your hands.
- Oh.

I think you got it ass-backwards, kid.

- It's your old man who's gonna have the problem.
- We'll see about that.

Bull...

Sit his ass down, will ya?

Come here, handsome.

Sit down, or I'll stick my foot up your ass.

Go ahead. What?

All right.

You got lucky.
Petey, grab the three dealers.

The rest of you are free
to get the hell outta here.

- Let's go. Move your asses.
- Get outta here.

- Let's go. Move before we change our minds. Go.
- Bullman: Get out.

- Come on, Four Eyes.
- Let's go.

Go ahead and sit your asses down, gentlemen.

I'm going to assume you
already know the routine,

by the looks of Youse.

So go ahead and get comfy, all right?

And as for you, young man, I got bad news.

You're getting pinched tonight,

and there's nothing your old
man can do to help you out.

So I suggest you keep your friggin'
mouth shut

and take your collar like a man.

Because I'd hate to have to tell your pops

that you bitched and
moaned like a little girl.

Charlie, good to see ya.

Bobby... have a taste.

Thanks, Petey.

- Say hi to the wife for me, all right?
- You got it.

Hey, Slick!

Watch that you don't bump your head.

Don't worry. It'll be a smooth ride.

Gentlemen,
that is what you call one hell of a score.