All language subtitles for Inside Man (2023)

We're here for a reason.

Put on this earth
for a higher purpose.

I have to believe that.

I have to believe that
there's a higher purpose

for me being here on this
corner at this time of day.

Looking at those
fucking doors again.

I'm worried that
you get too close.

- Yeah, I'm getting close.
- Too close to that world.

You don't kill anybody. Don't
shoot him in the face, okay?

Where's his fucking money?

But I'm early and in
no rush whatsoever

to find out what
that purpose is.

The why can wait, but the how,

that's actually a
pretty good story.

You tell them
you're an architect.

You can go with a doctor
or a lawyer if you want,

but I'm telling you the chicks can
somehow sniff those out right away.

Why don't you just
tell them the truth?

The second you tell
them you're a cop,

you can see the hamster
wheel start turning.

They go through every
bad thing they've done,

Wondering how it can
be used against them.

So you tell them that
you're an architect.

It's a desk job.
Relatable, safe,

but distinguished
enough. Not scare them off.

And architects make
money, so that helps.

What happens when
they find out you're lying?

Never happens.

I got to say, you know...

Sounds good and all but I mean
dating sounds like a nightmare.

It is. You're a lucky man.

Married to a great woman.

Yeah...

Trouble at home?

Yeah.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's the job. You
need to find a balance.

I used to buy her flowers,
you know, just because.

And then it was only on
special occasions, right?

But those became
too few to count,

and then it was only
when I fucked up,

and, you know,
I fucked up a lot.

So eventually, you know,

flowers didn't mean
anything anymore,

so I stopped.

Sounds like you do
want to talk about it.

Bobby, go back
home to your wife,

get her some flowers
and get that balance back.

Hey.

Bobby.

Shut your mouth.

Hey, don't you
talk to her like that.

Why don't you shut
your mouth too?

I got you flowers.

Maybe you should
just leave, man.

I should have taken
his advice. But instead...

Bobby, stop!

I decided to
redecorate my kitchen.

Stop! Stop.

Stop! Bobby, please, stop!

Please!

There's a moment right
before you're fully awake

where there's a slight chance
that you could still be dreaming.

And then comes the moment
when you realize you're not.

I've been married
for almost ten years

and a cop for almost twelve.

Well, how do you know that

he doesn't have
a license for that?

No, no, that's
because you think that.

You think that. See, you
can't make assumptions.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, there's a fresh pot
over there if you're interested.

I got to call you
back. Okay. Bye bye.

You're going to
be here for a while,

you should make the most of it.

Oh, yeah? How do I do that?

Start typing. See what happens.

Tell you exactly
what's going to happen.

I'm going to make one
typo and this typewriter

is going straight out
the goddamn window.

Maybe. Maybe. You'll like it.

Who knows, maybe you're
the next Ernest Hemingway.

Yeah, I'm going to get a cup of
coffee and get that window open.

That's a start.

They let me keep my
badge, but took my gun.

I guess it was a smart
move or else my brains

would be all over this
coffee machine right now.

Hey, you got a minute?

I put the guy in the hospital.
And they put me behind a desk.

- Pat to Baker's office.
- It's Rick.

How are you doing,
Pam?-Good, Rick and you?

Yeah, I'm okay.-What
can I do for you?

Is the chief around?

Sure. Just hold a minute.

Okay. Thank you.

You got till I get off hold.

You need to give me
something more than paperwork

to keep me busy. I mean, I'm
losing my mind behind that desk.

I really feel for you, what
you're going through with Mary.

It breaks my heart.
But my hands are tied.

You're lucky that they're
allowing you in this building.

Lucky. Rick, you
got to do something.

First of all, it's captain.

It's not Rick.

Second of all, I
did do something.

And you know what?

That's why you're standing

in my office and you're

not standing on an
unemployment line.

He was sleeping
with my wife, Rick.

And what did you do?

- You disfigured him?
- I broke his nose.

Okay? Let's not get
too dramatic here.

- Captain Callahan?
- Yes, Pam.

Can you hold for
a teensy bit longer?

Okay, sweetheart. You
have a teensy bit longer.

Listen, I know. I just,

sometimes I get
a bit of a hot head.

Hot head? You
went fucking nuclear.

You should have
seen him, Rick. I mean,

You should have just
walked out of there

like I suggest that you
walk out of here now.

I don't have time to
babysit your conscience.

I'm under a lot of stress
with this department.

- Captain Callahan?
- Yes.

I'm going to put
you through now.

Okay, thank you. Hold.

Close the door behind you, okay?

Hey, Captain Callahan.
Hi, sir. How you doing?

I told you, this was
some Grade-A shit.

It's great man,
some Grade-A shit.

You know what?
Fucking take it or leave it.

In a situation like this,

I'm required to
step in and regulate.

But I was too
drunk to give a shit.

Cut you the...

Chris Rosenberg.

He might have looked
like a dirtbag drug dealer

mainly because that's
exactly what he was.

He was pretty good at it, too.

So good, in fact, that
one day someone noticed.

Roy DeMeo.

If the devil decided
to walk to Earth,

he'd do it as Roy DeMeo
and no one would be the wiser.

Roy loved his big
brother, Anthony.

I mean, he fucking idolized him.

But Roy's life changed
forever in the spring of '51

when Anthony came back
from Korea in a body bag.

By the time he was
out of high school,

Roy had a pretty good
loan shark and racket going.

Business was good,
mainly because everyone

knew not to mess with Roy.

By the late '60s,

Roy was running with
the Gambino family.

Anthony Gaggi.

Everybody called him Nino.

He was a capo in
the Gambino family.

Roy had his fingers in
everything from loan sharking

to grand theft auto
to drug dealing.

The Gambinos frowned
upon the last one,

but Roy became one
of their top earners.

So they kept him as
their dirty little secret.

Roy took Chris under his wing.

He saw something in him.

Chris became
Roy's right hand man.

But that night, I
didn't know any of that.

All I knew was some
asshole was about to get killed

by another asshole.

And in that moment,
something in the me just...

I took out every raw deal I
can dealt in my life until then.

Right into this poor
bastard's fucking face.

Ah, fuck, I didn't mean to...

Thanks. You got a car?

So, what do you do, Bobby?

I'm an architect.

Architect? You build
houses and shit?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't buy it.

You're just too shitty
to be an architect.

Well, you know,
I'm a shitty architect.

- Thanks for the ride.
- Oh, yeah.

And, uh, you know, thanks
for stepping in back there.

Oh, yeah, don't mention it.

Appreciate if
you didn't, either.

Mum's the word.

You know...

Chris.

For a degenerate scumbag...

- I'll see you around.
- Yeah.

This guy was all right.

Mum's the word.

It was a Cadillac. Gold.

We just bought it.

When you say gold,
you mean yellow?

What difference does
it make? I saw the guy,

he was about 5'9, 5'10.

You know, that real
distinguished type, with the...

- Ma'am. Ma'am.
- A mustache.

Not trying to be rude,
but nine times out of ten

you know what happens
when a car gets stolen?

It stays stolen.

Look, I'll take a
report, but I can't

promise you any miracles.

So what the fuck
am I paying taxes for?

You ever hear of
the Gemini Lounge?

The place on Flatlands?

Yeah, it's a mob watering hole.

You think any big fish
swim around in there?

Big, small, probably a
couple of barracudas also.

I was looking at
pieces of a puzzle

with no idea how
they fit together.

But it was enough
to get me off my ass.

I felt like I had
a purpose again.

All I had to do was prove it.

How fucking hard could that be?

Go away. I'm busy.

Do you know how knocking works?

First you knock on the door.

You wait for the other person
on the other side of the door

to respond to you.
What did you do?

- I got a lead.
- You got a what?

I met this guy last night.

- Good for you.
- I did some digging.

And he's part of
Roy DeMeo's crew.

Roy DeMeo. Do you even
have a fucking clue who he is?

- I think I got something here.
- You know what you got?

You got a ton of paperwork
on your desk. A mountain.

And if you don't get
going processing that shit

it's going to become
two mountains.

I mean, these are
mobsters, Rick.

We got stacks of files on
these guys. Just gathering dust.

Bobby, you know
what mobsters are?

They're fucking animals.
You know what they do?

They kill each other.
And you know what?

They got my blessing.

We can set something
up here, something big.

I mean, I can go undercover.

- Undercover?
- Yeah. Remember that Queens job?

I was on that job
for three months.

Nobody could have done that
better than me. You know that.

You know what I got
here? You see this?

This is paperwork telling me

that this is the end of the
police department as we know it.

I got budget cuts. I got
layoffs, I got financial problems.

We were on thin ice.

Get this out of
your fucking head.

Bobby, I love you, but get
this out of your head, please.

If I ever needed proof that I was
a colossal asshole, this was it.

I was at my wit's end. I
mean, the bottom of the barrel.

Especially when it came to her.

What are you doing here, Bobby?

Can I see her?

You really scared her.

Did you know about it?

You mean Bobby, what did you
think was gonna happen? Come on.

I mean, I don't know.

I definitely didn't
think she was gonna

go off and fuck another guy.

Hey, listen to me. They didn't.

She didn't.

She needed someone, and he
was there, okay? You weren't, Bobby.

Can I just talk to her? Mary.

Mary, can I just talk
to you for five minutes?

Just five minutes, please.

Come on.

Come here. I'm right here.

Hey.

Wow, wow, you look,
uh, you look great.

Listen, I want you
to know that, uh,

I know how I get sometimes.

And I'm working really
hard to not be that way.

You know, the captain
says I'm getting a promotion.

Just around the corner. I
mean, things are goin' up.

I quit drinking. I'm
doing pushups every day.

You know I want
to get better for you.

I know, I know.

Broken record, right?

But this time it's
different, I swear, just...

Bob...

Just give me one
more chance. Mary,

Bobby, I...

I don't have anything
more to give you.

- I can't do this.
- Hey, hey. You can't do what, Mary?

You can't do what?

Just look me in the eyes.

Look me in the eyes and tell me
that you don't love me anymore, huh?

Just tell me that you
don't love me anymore.

Tell me that you're willing to
throw away the last ten years.

And I'll leave.

I'm just asking you for

one more chance, Mary.

Please.

All right, all right. Go inside.

Bobby, come on stop it.

Just give her some
time, okay, honey?

- Yeah.
- Just some time.

Yeah.

I needed to get busy and quick.

If I wanted everyone's
respect back, especially Mary's,

I was going to have to take
it, not wait for their permission.

And if I was
going to do it at all,

I would have to do it right.

It's I had Chris's
routine down to T.

I even knew his favorite
brand of cigarettes.

It was now or fucking never.

This was really where
the barracuda swam.

It was time I went fishing.

Joseph Guglielmo.
They called him Dracula.

You don't get a nickname
like that for giving

off warm, fuzzy vibes.

- Goddamn it, Joe!
- Now what?

You gotta call the Armenian.

The girls' toilet's
back up again.

- Ah, jeez.
- I'm wearing sandals.

You better tell him to
come quick so I could

- drown him in that bowl.
- Okay, all right. All right.

What'll it be?

Um, just a bourbon.

Gina stuck out like a daisy
among the weeds in there.

She was a niece or
someone's cousin or something

and completely crazy to be
working in a place like that.

Hey, Gina, come here.
I want to talk to you.

- Ugh, yeah?
- When we going out on that dinner date you and me, huh?

Um, last time I checked,
hell still hasn't frozen over.

That orangutan was Luca Santi.

The only thing bigger than
his mouth was his debt to Roy.

So what's a pretty girl
like you know about hell?

Keep pushing your
luck and you'll find out.

Holy shit. That's that fucking
guy, you see that fucking guy.

That's the guy I
was telling you about.

- Loverboy over here.
- With the thing, the architect.

Fuck you guys.

Get lost.

Billy.

- Bobby. Bobby.
- Bobby, right?

The architect.

Yeah, well, you
know, not anymore.

Oh, you get shit-canned?

Is that why're you here
drowning your sorrows?

Uh, let's just say
that, you know,

building shit houses
wasn't for me.

You know what is for
you. Hey, Gina. Gina.

Get this fucking guy
whatever he wants, all right?

Want another?

So, what are you
doing here, Bobby?

Well, you know, a
bar is a bar, right?

Bar is a bar, that's right.

But what are you doing here?

This is a lounge.

What's the difference?

It's a good question.

Gina. Joseph. Bobby.

Bobby, Gina. Joseph.
Gina's the pretty one.

- Hey, I'm pretty.
- Yeah, your mother's a liar.

- Architect huh?
- Yeah.

Nice. A lot of school for that?

I'm more of the
learn by doing type.

- I like that.
- Want another one?

Oh, please.

- Make it a double.
- Please.

You sure you're
in the right place?

He's in the right place.
Listen, later on tonight,

my buddies got a
place right next door.

Going to play cards.
You should come by.

Yeah, cards. Okay.

Get him the fuck
out of here. Cheers.

You don't fucking
play cards anyway.

- I should get going here.
- Nah, come on.

What, you got
somewhere you got to be?

Fuck it. All right.

- Come on.
- Thanks for the drink.

Ignore these guys. Hey, guys.

Bobby, this is the guys. This is the
guy I was telling you about, the architect.

This is Louis. This is Gianni.
This is Freddie. Guys, Bobby.

Hey, take a seat.

How you doing, Bobby?

Freddie DiNome. Freddie
was a pro race car driver

who was probably born
with a wrench in his hand.

He ran a body shop
and was pretty much

the head of the
crew's auto theft ring.

He also stood so close to
your face when he talked

to you that you could
have guessed what he had

had for lunch that day.

Chris says you got
his back the other night.

On account of how bad his breath
was, my guess was always shit.

I'm telling you, you should
have seen this guy's face

after Bobby was done with him.

Looked like fucking mincemeat.

Did he kill him?

Louis Russo and Gianni Russo.

The Gemini brothers.

Roy DeMeo was the devil.

Louie and Gianni
were his top demons.

They were good
thieves and good killers.

Perfect soldiers.

No, no, I didn't kill him.

I mean, he was still
breathing when I left.

- Barely - Ah, barely.

I didn't mean to hurt
him so fucking bad.

But how bad did you
mean to hurt him?

You know, just enough so
that he couldn't remember

his own fucking name for a
couple of weeks. I don't know.

- Tough guy.
- We got a Marciano over here.

Marciano over here.

This guy hasn't stopped
talking about you.

Non-fucking-stop he's
been going on about you.

Listen, listen, we can
always use an extra

pair of hands around here.

What you think of a
career change, kid?

Fuck.

You know, I had
to hold back a bit.

Nah...

Not seem too eager.

You guys are fucking all right
and all, I mean you know...

Bobby, we're cool
enough for you.

We want to make sure
we're all right for you.

Chris, we're all right.

We're talking about
working in the shade, right?

- The fucking shade?
- What is this, Motown?

What the fuck you talkin' about?

Fucking tell you, definitely
pushing a lot more than pencils,

that's for sure.

Making some good fucking dough.

What would I be doing?

Whatever the fuck it takes.

You in?

I fucking had you,
right? I fucking had you.

He fucked it up.-I
knew these guys.

And I knew I had them.

We keep it out of the
books. Off the record.

James can wipe my files,
set me up with a new identity.

If I get one whiff,

that the whole
thing's going south.

I bail, okay? You have my word.

And no one's the wiser.

The answer is still no.

Do you know what the
fuck you're dealing with?

Listen, I've been looking
into a few things and I'm

telling you, this could be huge.

You know what? This might
be a goddamn game to you.

Maybe you're trying
to impress Mary

and get killed by
these scumbags,

but it ain't going to
impress me, okay?

I'm a better man than I've
shown in the past few weeks.

Okay?

Let me prove it.

All right? Let me see
what you got. All right.

Yeah, I mean, I pulled
files on all these guys.

They're all just sitting there.

And I got ins with them. I got
my fucking hooks in. You know?

You know who you're
dealing with, right?

I'm gonna come
on board with you.

You make sure you tell me
every fucking thing that goes on.

I won't let you down, Rick.

Captain, you have my word.

He has to disappear completely.

All his fucking
files. Everything.

That's not going
to be easy, Captain.

I can't just snap my fingers.

Jimmy, do it.

You're lucky these guys
aren't from a different borough.

Otherwise my
hands would be tied.

Nobody's to know what
the hell we're doing.

You know it, he knows it. I
know it, one other person.

The Chief of Internal Affairs.

That's just in case we fuck up

and step on our
cocks, you understand?

All I'm saying is these
guys don't fuck around.

I don't fuck around. And his
fucking balls are on the line.

You ready, son?

By the way, you're going to be
ridin' shotgun. Protect his ass.

What?

We're gonna be roommates.

Cozy.

Yeah, you can have the bedroom.

How generous.

Well, let's get to work.

James was thorough.
I had to give him that.

Robert DeBono.

You didn't tell 'em
your last name, did you?

Hey, do you think that I
should leave this behind?

You know, just in case
those fuckers try and frisk me?

You think they checked
you out already?

I didn't put in an
application, James, but, yeah,

I'm pretty sure
I'm in the clear.

You're pretty sure? Heh.

You're pretty sure?

Did anybody ever mention
the Gemini Method?

See all those guys
in those photos?

They went into that apartment
at the back of the club.

They never came out.

A method. The Gemini Method.

It all happens in
that apartment.

It was clear where
Roy DeMeo fit in all this.

But if I was going to get
to him, I had to impress

his flunkies first.

And if I did get to him, we
needed to get him on tape.

I'm going to get
fucking electrocuted.

So, listen, do me a
favor. Don't get it wet.

Don't go in the fucking rain.
What do you want from me?

What I need you to do is
get this guy, Roy DeMeo.

I want him on tape,
giving an order.

If we get that done,
we can get the fuck out

of here and have
a friggin' party.

Cap? Cap, if you want
me to take good pictures,

- I'm going to need more cars.
- Cars?

Yeah to alternate. I
need at least four cars.

Jimmy. You want a
fucking helicopter, too?

These guys are not stupid.

They're going to
notice the same car

on the fucking same
street every day.

They're going to get curious.
They're going to come over,

they're going to see a guy
with a fucking camera in the car.

I'll give you two fucking cars,

and then I'm going to
give you a longer lens

so could stay two fucking
blocks away. Okay?

I got two cars.
That's what I got now.

Bobby! Let's go.

All right. Hey, he's here,
he's here. Are you ready?

Bobby, give me a second.
I'll be right there, all right?

Okay. All right.

What the fuck? Let's go!

- Hey, - Hey, what you
going to a wedding?

I want to make a
good impression.

Whatever. You drivin'. Come on.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

DeMeo had no
problem selling this stuff,

but he never wanted
to see his guys doing it.

- You want some?
- No, no, I'm good.

If it wasn't booze or
tobacco, he better not catch

you putting it
anywhere near your lips.

And especially not up your nose.

If there was one thing wise
guys really got a kick out of,

it was nicknames.

Freddie was known
as Broadway Freddie,

a relic from his
alleged racing days.

Hey!

Hey, boys. What up?

A fucking grease
monkey. Look at his broad.

She's got a fat fucking ass.

You like it, kid?

Oh, man.

Very much.

- Te amo.
- Too much. Too much.

Hey, you know
anything about cars, kid?

Aside from driving
them, not much.

I mean, I know how
to change a flat tire.

Freddie here's going
to teach you a lot more

than how to
change a fucking flat.

So I guess you never
boosted a car then, huh?

- You guessed right.
- Yeah.

Why don't you take this
screwdriver and follow me?

All right.

First things first,
jam it in the ignition

and fucking smack
it like your old lady.

Hey.

All right, good.
Now start her up.

He's got performance anxiety.

Fuck.

It's your first time.

It happens, kid.

This here is plan B.

Cut those two wires in there.

And fucking tie them
together. Yep. Those two.

All right, good. Now cut those
two fucking wires. Those two.

Don't fucking touch them.

Good, now make them kiss.

Yeah!

All right, all right, all right.

Fuckin' boy is a natural.
Look at that. Told you.

I hate to admit it, but,

I kind of felt pretty
goddamn proud of myself.

These guys would steal
eight, even ten cars a day.

And no shit boxes, either.

These had to be top
of the line vehicles.

I always wanted a Corvette.

It killed me to even put a
fucking scratch on that thing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Mick, Mick, get over here!

Fuckin' Bobby,
already gonna fuck up.

Hey, get out of the
car, get outta the car.

This wasn't good.

I felt like he just caught me

with my dick in his wife.

This is Tony's car, right?

Who the fuck is Tony?

Should we go get him?

Hold it. This guy,
he's got it, he's got it.

Keep speaking, Tony.
What do you talk...

Tony's the fucking guy
told me to take the...

Is he out of his fuckin' mind?

You're a rat. Yeah
you are. You fuckin' rat!

Come on you fuckin'
pussies! Huh, c'mon!

- Fuck you!
- Oh yeah, fuck me!

Fuckin' say something
motherfuckers,

I'll fuck you up right now.

I hadn't felt that good

since my team made
the finals in Little League.

Now we're going to get in
fucking trouble because of you.

And that's exactly how
this felt. Like a team.

You couldn't get a fucking Lincoln
or a Cadillac, somethin' fuckin' nice?

A fuckin' Lincoln?
Hey, this car's a beauty!

Finally, someone with some
fucking taste around here.

Oooh, all right!

That was the first of many.

Roy's going to be real
happy. Believe that.

That was the first time
any of them mentioned Roy.

- Those Irish pricks make you?
- Make them?

They didn't know
what fucking hit 'em.

Yeah, was it anybody we know?

Fucking tourists. I don't know.

It's DeBono, right?

- What?
- Your name?

- Oh, yeah.
- Bobby Bones.

- Bobby Bones.
- I like it. Bobby Bones.

- Bones.
- Bobby fucking Bones. I like it.

Mobsters and their nicknames.

Here's to the Irish.

Hello?

I got it.

Boys. Time to go.

Now.

Where they goin'?

We're gonna go next door.

Next door to the
Gemini Lounge was

an apartment where the
gang would get together.

There he was.

Roy DeMeo.

The air got thicker
the closer I got to him.

Sit down.

Heard you've been
doing a good job.

He's been doing great.

I started to sweat
and suddenly was very

aware of that goddamn wire.

You having a good
time with my guys?

Oh, yeah. I mean,
great bunch of guys.

You know, I was a butcher's
apprentice when I was a kid.

He's the one who taught me

between a good piece
of meat and a bad one.

How to cut through
the joints, not the bones.

You know, Muslims and
Jews, they don't eat pork.

You knew that, right?

They think it's a dirty animal

because they roll
around in their shit.

Even fuck in their shit,

They're considered
the dirtiest of the dirty.

The pig, not the
Muslims and Jews.

You bring me a pig.

And I cut him up with
absolute pleasure.

I mean, nothing I love
more than a dead pig

at the end of my knife.

You know why?

Because I'm fucking Catholic.

Fuckin' with you.

- You hungry?
- Yeah.

All right. We're gonna eat.
Chris, put this in the freezer.

Keeping an eye on you, Bobby,

I'm hearing good things.

Roy fucking DeMeo
liked what he saw.

I was floored.

I had dinner with them that night
like we were old college buddies.

I wouldn't see Roy for
almost a month after that,

but what I got from him
and the crew that night

set up a pretty solid
foundation for our case.

That was a fucking crazy day.

It's the life, I'm tellin' you.

Roy's a fucking good guy, too.

- I mean, he's cool.
- Yeah, he's something.

Yeah.

Here's for that first impression
you wanted, you did good.

That was more cash
than I made in a month.

All right, I'll see
you tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, Bobby.

That was fucking crazy.

What happened in that apartment?

We're gonna need more film.

We're going to
need a bigger board.

The next few
weeks felt like work.

Hard work.

We were hitting Roy's
quota of ten cars a day,

and I was quickly
becoming an expert.

One of their biggest operations

was shipping luxury
cars off to Kuwait.

I mean, everybody was paid off.

Jesus. Motherfucker!

I didn't hear you coming, man.

- We heard you coming.
- Yeah, I know, I know, it's been,

it's been a rough week.

Mother in law has
been living with us.

Say no more.

All right, we'll tell
Roy you said hi.

They hustled porn and
any other sleazy thing

you can think of.

And a few things you wish
you never knew existed.

I spent most of my time
with Chris, driving mostly.

But when he was high,
he had a pretty big mouth,

and he was high all the time.

Meeting in an alley like a
bunch of fucking amateurs.

That's why I don't do
business with junkies.

We go from nickels
and dimes to full keys.

And there was no
shortage of customers.

Yo. How you doing, Chris?

I'm all right, I'm all right.
Hey, how are we doing?

- This is Deb.
- There she is.

- This is Roxanne.
- How are you doing, Roxanne?

- The fuck's your name?
- Jennifer.

- That's fucking Jennifer, I guess.
- It's Jennifer, Chris.

This is my boy Bobby. Pleasure
make your acquaintance.

Yo, yo, yo, did you hear I
had a fucking heart attack.

- For real?
- Dude, I woke up, I fucking had a heart attack.

My heart's pounding
like this, I don't know

what the fuck's going on.

My dick's not getting hard,

I'm like, what the fuck?

Next thing you know,
swear to God, I woke up.

Scary shit, you're like 30
years old. What the hell,

- how the fuck is that possible?
- Was it the coke?

I don't think it's
the coke, man.

It's not my fucking coke.

If you had a heart attack,
'cause you're buying coke,

you're fucking buying
coke from somebody else.

You know I'd never buy coke

from anyone else, motherfucker,
I just want to tell you...

That fucking hero cop
was back in my head.

He told me girls
can sniff out bullshit.

I'll take it, man, this
is some good shit.

What else would I
bring you. Come on.

Hey, your girl all right.

She's kind of having a little bit
of a staring contest with me, huh?

Maybe she likes you, Bobby.

Give me the dough. Give
me the fucking dough.

Hey. I don't like this

What don't you like?

- I don't like him.
- She doesn't like him.

Oh, you don't like me? You
know what? I don't fucking like you.

- Hey-hey-hey.
- You don't have to like him.

Where'd he find you?

Give me the fucking money,
Ronny. Sick of this bullshit.

Disrespectful women. God damn.

Sorry.

- Fuck you!
- Get the fuck outta here.

After a while, I started
to get a bit worried.

Not that I'd blow
my cover or anything,

but I actually
started having fun.

Your own fucking house!

It'll be the last time I see your
face here this month, Garo.

What the hell do
you want me to say?

It's an old building. It's
going to have problems.

Oh, is that what you
want me to tell Roy?

That the building's
got problems?

You don't have to
tell him anything.

- I'm going to fix it.
- Oh, you'll fix it, huh?

Place was falling apart.
That's Garo, the landlord.

He was always trying to
fix the plumbing and failing.

Oh, you'll fix it, hon.

No more problems, but
no more rent. You got it?

- Yeah.
- Gina held her own.

I was impressed, but more than

a little messed up, so I
needed to get my head straight.

- Hey.
- Jesus, Bobby. You scared me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.

How did you know I
was going to be here?

I'm a detective, remember?

No, you know, it's Monday.

I figured, you know, I know
you like to shop on Mondays.

There's less crowds,
so I figured I'd drop by

and see if you
still did. I'm sorry.

Hey. No, I got
it. I got it. I got it.

I want you to know how
sorry I am. You know, I mean,

I want you to know that...

showing up at your door
like that the other day and,

let's call a spade
of spade, right?

I've been a miserable
bastard. I'm embarrassed.

And I'm sorry that
I haven't been by,

but I got something
going on with work.

- You know, I mean, - Oh, yeah.

It's top secret, but no,

it's one of the biggest
things of my career.

I just wanted to let you know.

- Bobby, I have to go. I'm sorry.
- Listen, listen, you don't have to go.

Just talk to me for two seconds.

I want to go.

- Just two goddamn seconds. Come on.
- Hey.

- Hey, are you okay, miss?
- She's fine. Okay?

Listen, pal,

like I'm going to call the cops.

Yeah, call your mother, asshole.

Okay, listen, Mary, please.

Lady does not want to
hear what you have to say.

Bobby!

Mary. Mary. Hey, please, will
you... will you just talk to me?

Just, just let me hear
what... Just... Mary!

- You okay?
- Yeah, I just gotta stay focused.

I hate dealing with this
fucking piece of shit.

Oh. Oh. Bobby. Hey.

The fuck are you doing?

Bobby, relax. You're
doing a good job.

Good? We don't have
jack fucking shit yet.

I mean, this is
fucking taking too long.

Man, these guys are
going to fucking bury me.

You fucking crazy?

You got rolls and
rolls of this shit.

Look, just get DeMeo
to say he pulls the strings

and we go home.

All right, relax.

- Calm down.
- Yeah. Yeah.

You read my mind.

- Where is everybody?
- Out.

Nino Gaggi in the flesh.

Even though he was a
capo in the Gambino family,

Nino pretty much
babysat Roy and his crew.

Bobby.

If they stepped out of line,

Roy would get
an ear full of shit.

You the new guy, huh?

Uh...

Yes, sir.

Fuck, I like this
kid already. "Sir."

Very good. What's your name?

- Bobby.
- Bobby. Bobby what?

Bobby DeBono.

Oh, okay, how are ya?

All right. Roy tells me
good things about you.

Thank you.

All right, well, just
keep your head down,

your ears pricked, and mm-hmm.

You keep coming with the
"sirs," you could do very good.

- Nino smiled a lot.
- Welcome.

Which almost made
you forget that he was

a fucking stone cold killer.

- Tell him I'll call him later.
- All right.

Bobby, come with me. Joseph,
let me know when the guys come.

And close the fucking door.
There's a breeze in here.

I told you a million
fucking times.

Sit down.

I've only been scared
maybe three times in my life.

This was one of them.

Did you, uh, did you
ever do any time?

No.

You know that guy
you guys beat up?

- You and Chris?
- Yeah.

He's in the hospital.

He's not talking right
now because he can't talk.

Yeah.

But when he gets out,

you might have a problem.

Yeah. Honestly,
I didn't mean to...

Did you ever kill anybody?

It wasn't because he
scared me or intimidated me.

But there was something
about him, something familiar.

So I did something that
I never thought I'd do

when asked that specific
question. I told the truth.

Yes.

How many?

Just one.

What happened?

He was trying to kill me.

Why was he trying to kill you?

He was disrespecting my sister.

So I clocked him in
front of the other kids.

He was a bigger kid and
he chased me onto the roof.

And we were struggling, but,

there's that moment, you know,
where you make a choice and I just...

threw him off the fucking roof.

And they call it a suicide.

I, uh,

I never told that
to anybody before.

So you did it...

to honor your sister, did she
know what you did for her?

She didn't say much about it. You
know, she was, uh... she was dead.

She, uh, she killed herself
earlier that summer, so...

Kid was just mouthing
off about my dead sister

and I couldn't let it slide.

How old were you?

Sixteen.

Stupid.

What did it feel like?

Didn't feel like anything.

Hello?

Okay.

Come with me. Come on.

Something was up.

For a second, I thought
Roy made me for sure.

Come on.

He was eyeing me
like a hawk back there.

Guys, come with me.
I'll call you later, Chris.

- Yeah.
- Come on. Come on, come on.

Whatever was going
down was going down soon.

And by the look on Chris's face,

it was going to
be something big.

- Ah.
- What's up?

- We got to wait.
- For what?

For the guys to get back.

Come with me.

I wanna pick your
brain about something.

Hey, what's up?

Ever since Roy got made,
things have been uh, different.

You know, Paul treats him
like a prince on account of

the Westies deal
with the rest of us...

we're basically slinging shit.

Let me fill you in on
what he's talking about.

DeMeo had a hard
time getting made.

But when he helped put the Irish
mob, also known as the Westies,

in bed with the Gambinos,

Paul Castellano was tickled pink

and decided it was time.

Now, sometimes we do
things we ain't supposed to do

and Roy, God bless
him, he turns a blind eye.

And sometimes you get
the chance to cut yourself

a bigger piece of the pie.

But this time, we're goin'
for a bigger fucking pie.

Well, how much bigger?

I got a guy down in Florida.

And it stays between us, right?

Yeah, of course.

- Colombians.
- Colombians?

They're bringing
some grade-A shit.

Like actual fucking coke.

Not the bullshit
that we're dealing.

And you're not telling Roy?

I'm not telling anybody.

So what do you think?

I mean, what's the problem?

They're bringing a lot of
fucking powder, Bobby.

More than I can move on my
own comfortably, I got to admit.

So, I was thinkin',

I'll bring you in.
We could share it.

Man, ah...

I mean, I don't
know, Chris. I mean...

I don't know if I'm ready
for something like that.

Yeah, okay. Yeah, you're
not ready, you're not ready.

It's all good. What
am I going to do, right?

I thought you'd be
more excited about this.

I thought you'd jump at
it. But I guess I was wrong.

Mum better be the
fucking word, though, right?

Mum's my favorite
fucking word. Come on.

All right, good.

Let's get out of here.

No fucking way.

Chris could have made
a deal with the Russians,

for all I cared.
I was after Roy.

All right, Roy.
I'll see you later.

Bobby. Front seat.

One of the things I
learned quick was that

sitting in the passenger seat

with a maniac in the
backseat behind you

was the worst possible position
to be in during a road trip.

We were headed out of the city.

James was going to
have to sit this one out,

or we were going
to get made for sure.

No, I don't know
what's going on, but...

I know.

Come here.

Open the trunk.

Remember him?

It was the guy I
fucked up that night

with Chris in the bathroom.

If there was one thing
Roy would not tolerate,

it was loose ends.

Everything is so clear
when you look back at it.

I should have killed them
all right then and there.

But in situations like this,

instead of doing
what you should do,

you do what you have to do.

I remembered
that kid on the roof.

And I remembered my sister.

Freddy, close the trunk. Let's
go. Go. Get back in the car.

And I felt nothing.

Go, back in the car.

Let's go.

Remember him?

Where'd they take you?

Oh, man, I don't
want to talk about it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Give me, give me the tape.

Just let it go, okay?

Where the fuck is the tape?

Just let it go, okay?

You want me to call the
captain and tell them that

you think I should
just let it go?

We are going to get
everything we need to put

these guys away for the rest
of their fucking lives, okay?

But right now, you just
need to trust me. Okay?

Just let it go.

All right? Let it go.

I couldn't face her anymore.
Not until it was all over.

Even just sitting here might
be putting her in danger,

but I had to see her again.

Her smile was the only
thing keeping me going.

I had to find a way back to it.

Hey. Mister Nice Guy.

Yeah, hey, um, is Chris here?

No, I haven't seen
him since yesterday.

What's with the long face?

It's, uh, it's nothin'

I know a lie when I hear one.

Well, girl trouble.

I knew it. Always is.

What, you think
it's that simple?

Yeah. I could have his legs
blown off and still not feel

as bad as when
there's girl trouble.

I'll let you be in
my ear for a bit.

Hey, Bobby. Let's go.

We're going for a drive.

We were paying Luca Santi visit.

His debt was ballooning,
and the twins were ordered to

give him what they
called a final warning.

Get the fuck down. Sit down.

Guys, come on,
calm down, please.

Listen, guys, I had a good
month. A really good month.

A couple more months like
this and I'll have this, all...

Where's the fuckin' money?

I'm good for it. Roy knows this.

- Roy don't want your word.
- He wants his fucking money.

I know. Just give me a
chance. Give me a chance.

You could have three good months
and you're still going to be fucking short.

- You understand that?
- Come on guys, please.

Put your hand on the book.

- Put your hand on the book.
- Come on, guys.

It doesn't have to be like
this. I'll take care of you.

Your hand, put it
on the fuckin' book!

Bobby, hold him down.
Bobby, get the fuck over there.

- Hold him the fuck down.
- Come on.

Guys, give me a chance
to make this right, please.

Luca, it's your neck or your
fucking hand? Which one? Hmm?

Listen, you got to understand,
you can come into the bar,

you can have a drink, you can
try to look up Gina's skirt, okay?

But if you don't pay Roy,

I'm going to cut your
fucking tongue out

and I'm going to feed it to that
hooker you call your fucking wife.

You understand?

Yes.

Good.

I'll see you next week, Luca.

Nothing was phasing me anymore.

I mean, what was going
on in my fucking head?

The fuck you doing?

You lost your fucking mind.

Huh? Have you?

If someone sees us,
we're fucking dead.

Yeah, you know what? I'm
taking the fucking night off.

Hey, Fuck.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ooh, you're finally letting
your hair down. I like it.

- Roy in his office?
- No, it's his kid's birthday today.

Oh, well, happy birthday.

What time do you get off?

You tell me.

It wasn't the best
course of action, but...

it was pretty fucking good.

My wife, she, uh, she left me.

You got any kids?

Nah, never got around to it.

That's a good thing, right?

Don't want any rugrats getting
mixed up in all that bullshit.

Yeah.

Hey, Roy has kids?

Yeah, three of them.

I just never took
him for a family man.

Mm. A lot of
people don't. But...

family is at the top
of Roy's priorities.

You know who he is, right?

I mean, you know what he does.

Sure.

And you're okay with it?

I gotta close up.

Thanks for the talk.

I couldn't tell if she was just a
bartender or in on everything.

All I knew was that
I was getting lost.

Captain.

Wow. Yeah.

You've been real busy. I see
you guys are really, really busy.

Yes, sir.

You know why I'm here at two
o'clock in the fucking morning?

You think I came over to here
to have fucking coffee with you?

Let me tell you, I
got a call from Jim

and Jim is very
concerned about you.

I don't know what he told you,

okay, but everything
is under control.

Is it really under control?

- Is it really?
- Yeah.

Jim, tell him what you told me.

I said I'm worried that
you're getting too close.

Are you getting
too close, Bobby?

Yeah, I'm getting close. I
mean, how else are we going

to get these guys?
Across the street?

Too close to that world.

Bobby. Where the
fuck is your wire?

- Well, I already took it off.
- How are you going to get a recording with this scumbag...

I was afraid they
were going to find it.

And then you tell Jimmy

that you're taking off tonight?

What? No, uh...
I don't, I don't,

I don't remember what I said.

Taking the fucking night
off. Okay? Don't wait up.

Listen to me.

Now, you stop this bullshit.

You get DeMeo on the
tape giving one order,

just one order we'll
wrap this whole place up.

Take all these
pictures, all these tapes

and all the files on my desk, so I
could present it to the department.

You gotta understand something.

I'm telling you right now,

if I fucking have
to come back here,

I'm shutting this whole
fucking thing down.

I don't know what's going
on in your fucked up head,

but I don't like the
way you're acting.

I want you to watch this
fucking guy, okay? Please.

Okay?

It's getting late, so
I'm gonna go to bed.

That's not the knock.

Bobby?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
keep it down. Okay?

Listen, my girl's
asleep in there.

I fucked up. Bobby,
I fucked up bad.

Calm down. Calm-calm
down. What happened?

I don't know. The deal
was going like clockwork.

I don't know what came over me.

Fuck. The Colombians.

Not only did he kill his
Cuban contacts from Florida,

but one of the dealers
he killed was related

to the head of a fucking
Colombian drug cartel.

His cousin. And worst
of all, the other one

was his goddamn girlfriend.

Chris killed everybody.

Okay. All right?
Where are the bodies?

I called the guys.

I had to cut them in.

What are you doing here then?

I got to lay low for a while.

Here? Are you out of your mind?

They're fucking looking for me.

If they find me,
they'll fucking kill me.

I was already
looking at a dead man,

but I was also
seeing an opportunity.

Just go to Roy.

I can't do that.

Listen, maybe he
can make some calls.

Pull some fucking strings for
you. I'll go there with you. Chris.

I gave them his name.

What?

I gave them his name.

I told him my name
was Chris DeMeo.

Chris fucking DeMeo.
I wasn't thinking.

Right. Let's go to Roy.

You don't know Roy.

Chris? Chris?

I'll fucking call you. Okay?

Hey. Give me the wire.

I know. What do
you want me to do?

Okay, everybody's here.

That's good. One
big happy family.

Except for one.

Look,

I want you to think real
hard about what you do

and say when I walk out of here.

Because Roy's going to tell me,

and I'm telling you,
I am promising you

that I have almost
no fucking fuse left.

Do you understand?
Huh, you understand?

You find this son of a bitch.
You understand? You find him.

- Yeah.
- Okay? I took you under my wing.

You go down for this,
we go down. Okay?

And there's only one
other way out of it. Okay?

And I pray to God
it doesn't happen.

It's not going to happen. You
got to understand something.

- I raised him like my own.
- Oh, please.

The next time we
talk this fucking kid

better be out of
the picture, Roy.

Or there's no talk.

Better get him.

Roy's true colors really
showed when he was pissed.

And that day, his
color was bright red.

It was obvious that
the shit hit the fan.

Hey.

Seen Chris?

No, no, no, why?

- You guys are close, right?
- Yeah.

Find him.

- Bring him to me.
- - He actually looked concerned.

- Just bring him here, okay.
- Okay, yeah.

- If you talk to him, you call me.
- - You got it, boss.

But I knew what would happen
to Chris if he came back here.

Everybody did.

No one's seen him.

I spent the next few days

turning over every dirty
stone I could think of.

It was like looking for
a junkie in a haystack.

Now, while I was
out looking for Chris,

the crew had other
business to attend to.

Hey.-Luca Santi.

Hi, Luca.

I thought I finally had Gina
figured out, but I was way off.

They called it the
Gemini Method.

Gina would lead
the marks to the door.

A pretty face can really
get a guy's guard down.

Roy made sure everyone
knew what they were doing.

I don't know how
many times they did it,

but it had to be a
lot. They perfected it.

Come on.

Roy had had it with
Luka's shortcomings

and decided it was
time to take him out.

Roy would start things off by
popping the poor bastard in the head.

And someone had to wrap the head in a
towel to keep the bleeding under control.

A knife in the heart would not only
make sure that the bastard was dead,

but a dead heart would
also stop the bleeding.

Gina, you okay?

- Yeah.
- Drag him to the bathtub.

They'd hang the body over
the bathtub and drain it dry.

These fucking guys
sat around eating pizza

while the body
drained in the tub.

Roy had one philosophy
no body, no crime.

So he did what he did best.

He made that bastard disappear.

The last step was dumping
the parts into separate dumpsters

around town that were
special for food waste.

They all got put in a
special part of the dump

where they were
buried because food rots.

And even if they brought dogs,

the smell was so bad
that they wouldn't find shit.

No body, no crime.

About a week went by.

Still no sign of Chris.

The guys weren't really
scouring the earth for him either.

Roy was getting paranoid.

The Colombians wanted
blood. Chris's blood.

He sent his family out of town

and locked himself
up in his house.

One day, Roy spots a guy
parked outside for a little too long,

and he absolutely loses it.

He was sure the Colombians
had sent a hitman to take him out.

Roy was MIA for
a while after that.

Turns out the kid wasn't even
a Colombian hitman after all.

He was just a kid
who went door to door

selling vacuums to
help pay for college.

- Roy was actually torn up about it.
- Shit.

Shit!-He didn't leave
his house for days.

Plus he had Paul
Castellano and the entire

Gambino family telling
him that if he didn't kill Chris

that he would take his place.

And nobody knew where Chris was.

For a week I was looking
for that son of a bitch.

But in the end...

James?

He found me.

Don't worry.

You ain't gonna wake him.

It's over, Chris.

You're right, Bobby, it is.

You killed a police officer,
man, that's my fucking partner.

I fucking trusted you, Bobby.

What you don't understand...

No. Shut up. Shut the
fuck up. You mother...

Fuck! You're fucking cop, Bobby.

I came to you for your
help, for your guidance.

And you've got a
fucking family tree.

Don't even know what Roy's
gonna do to you when he finds out.

This a lot bigger than a,
a few dead Colombians.

Don't you?

Listen to me, Chris.

We are in the same
boat here, okay?

We're both fucking dead.

Okay?

We can make a deal, okay?

Listen, just listen to me.

You just give them
all up, all right?

We're going to put you
in witness protection.

I can make that
fucking call right now,

you're fucking dead otherwise.

I may be a lot of things, Bobby,

but a rat ain't one of them.

I need you to sit down now.

Sit the fuck down, Bobby.

I'm sitting down, Chris.

All right?

Chris. Chris, listen to me.

You call Roy right
now, and I swear to God,

he is going to kill
us both. Okay?

- Roy?
- Chris.

- Jesus Christ.
- Yeah, it's me.

Where the fuck have you been?

Look, I can't really say
where I've been, but...

Where are you?

Look, just listen to me, okay?

I got something
that's going to knock

your fucking socks off.

I know I fucked up big, okay?

But what I got, it's going
to make you forgive me

for all of it.-Forgive you?

Get your ass over here, Chris.

I'm leaving soon.

- Now.
- Okay. I'm bringing Bob...

Let's go, Bobby.

Okay. All right.

That was the
longest ride of my life.

I knew I was dead on arrival.

A million things were
racing through my head.

But one of them was
muting all the others.

I didn't care
about the cheating.

I didn't care about anything.

I just wanted Mary back.

But in that moment, in
that moment, I realized...

that I didn't deserve her.

Fuck.

Why did he have a gun on you?

He was out of his mind.

I mean, he was going to
come here and kill everybody.

I mean, he showed
up my door acting like

a fucking lunatic, saying
he was going to use me

as a decoy. I mean, he
was going to shoot you, Roy.

He said he was going
to fucking blow away

fucking everybody, including me.

I mean, he was
fucking out of control.

Ah, fuck.

Put him in the car.

- Fuck.
- It's just fucked, man.

Crazy.

Put him in the car.

He didn't say a
word the entire drive.

If I was going to make a move,
it was going to have to be soon.

But machine guns were
going to be a problem.

Will you open the trunk?

Sorry, kid.

Roy loved Chris like a son.

Don't shoot him
in the face, okay?

Get out of the way.

I found out later that
in order to appease

the Colombians, they
had to leave them out there.

You know, make a
big fucking show of it.

Make the news and all that.

I wasn't scared sitting
in the front this time.

Felt like a cat with
nine fucking lives.

Come by the apartment
tomorrow night.

Eight o'clock.

- For what?
- Play some cards.

James was dead. Chris was dead.

The whole thing was a shit show.

I never stepped one foot
inside the Gemini Lounge again.

You good?

Yeah.

That's goodbye.

I don't, I don't understand.

I told you I was working

that job, get some extra cash

on the side, and, um,

I just wanted you to have it.

You might hear some things
about me in the next couple of days.

What is going on, Bobby?

I just want you to
know that I'm so sorry.

For everything, and...

I really hope...

that you find the happiness
that you deserve, honey.

Bobby.

The department did not take us

going over their heads lightly.

We got a fellow officer killed.

They had no choice but to make
an example out of Rick and me.

If it wasn't for all
the evidence we got,

things could have turned
out a lot worse for us.

But none of it saw
the light of day.

The Department decided to save
face and filed everything away.

It looked like
business as usual,

but things were never the same.

Roy was getting too
much FBI attention

and was convinced that
his days were numbered.

He was right.

Paul Costellano ordered the hit.

And in the end, his two most
loyal soldiers did the deed.

As for me, I couldn't
let it all be for nothing.

I made a call and
set up a meeting.

I found someone who
wanted the same thing I did.

I didn't know what
they looked like,

but they assured me that
they knew me. So I waited.

Seriously? You?

A fuckin' plumber.

We had the place
bugged for years.

Costellano's place,
Most of Gambino's joints,

half of New York.

Fuck.

Let me ask you something.

How the hell did you fool us?

We had you filed as
Bobby fucking Bones.

It's all there.

So goddamn stupid.

Why the hell didn't you
come to us from the start?

DeMeo is dead, but there's
still a lot of work to do.

Bodies are turning
up every week.

All right, look, come with me.
You put everything on record.

You go into witness protection.

And you disappear for
the rest of your fucking life.

And we can get to work.

You know, at the
beginning of this thing,

the captain told
me I was just a...

dumb fucking cop who
was in over his head.

And you know what?

He was right.