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JOE: Previously on Memory of a Killer.

- (Gunshot) - DUTCH: Let me be real clear.

You work for me.

I've always given you your space,

your freedom, but you got no family at home to worry about.

No offence to Michael. I do.

WOMAN, MAN: To Leah.

WOMAN: Those are for Mom's birthday?

I'm going to put them on her headstone.

MARIA: It's just that I miss her so much.

ANGELO: How's he doing, Jane?

JANE: He has good days and bad.

He spoke to me for the first time in weeks.

I think that he would really benefit from this.

(Sirens wailing, car horns honking distantly)

Girl leaves every night at 11:00 like clockwork.

Think he pays her in diamonds?

Man, I can't believe his own brother paid big money

to get him eliminated.

MAN: Angelo, you're the only one he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

♪

(Geese squawking)

LEAH: I really do love it here.

It's quiet.

It's peaceful.

ANGELO: I knew you would, Leah.

I can't even remember the last time

you and I just sat like this...

...without something pulling you away.

Why don't we come back here for our 25th anniversary

and renew our vows?

It's not about that, honey.

It's-- It's about our everyday lives.

Let's move here.

To Montana?

Yes.

What? What?

Maria's off to grad school.

We could sell the house,

buy some land here,

live the life we've always talked about.

(Exhaling)

♪

♪ Come on-a my house, my house ♪

♪ I'm gonna give you candy ♪

Oh. Nice.

♪ Come on-a my house, my house ♪

Nice! It's gonna be the best thing you'll eat all week.

Michael, you got to chop finer than that.

Looks like a bird's nest over there.

MICHAEL: Oh, I'm doing my best over here.

DUTCH: Ang, don't forget the parmesan.

- Yes, Chef. - MICHAEL: Where's JB?

Surprised your brother's missing out

on this, uh, culinary nirvana.

Well, you know JB.

Always a dollar late and a day short.

Remember when JB talked you into taking Bianchi's green Caddy?

Oh, that was, uh, Dutch.

And it wasn't green.

It was a cherry red Coupe Deville.

How could we not take it for a spin?

Especially after I hotwired it.

I kept lookout.

That's right. You did.

Plus, we'd turned 16.

They would have let you off with a caution.

Yeah, right.

But then... uh... uh...

What's his name?

Bianchi?

MICHAEL: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bianchi.

The old man came out with a bat swinging.

His face was so red, I thought he was going keel over

- right there. - It scared the hell out of me.

After we eat, I need a word.

Yeah. I need to talk to you, too.

That is love right there

on the plate, gentlemen.

- And look who it is. - Hey.

You remember Joe, Maggie's nephew?

- MICHAEL: Joe, good to see you. - Hey, Joe.

You still developing that dating app?

- Didn't pan out? - Not exactly.

That's a hell of an understatement.

It died a painful death.

Took a big bite out of my wallet in the process.

Yeah. "Profligate."

That's the word.

But he's a good kid.

Joe's going to work here, put a dent in what he owes me.

- Come on. Let's eat. - Alright.

ANGELO: Here. Want one?

Here we go.

Wow.

("Moonlight Sonata" playing)

♪

It's beautiful as always.

MICHAEL: Beethoven.

It helps me think.

Feeling alright?

MICHAEL: Why wouldn't I?

You seem a little tired.

Somewhere along the way, I've become a lightweight.

Don't kid yourself.

You've always been a lightweight.

- (Laughing) - (Angelo laughing)

I wanted to tell you...

...I'm leaving.

Leaving. Quitting.

(Music stopping abruptly)

Does, uh, Dutch know?

No. Not yet.

I mean, he isn't just going to let you walk away.

- You know that, right? - (Inhaling, exhaling)

- Remember Don Morelli? - Mm-hmm.

He wanted out, too. Moved his family down to Florida.

Thought he was free.

Week later, Don's car went up in flames with him inside.

That's what leaving looks like.

It's time.

- Hey, Joey-boy! - Oh. Hey. Hey, JB. JB!

JB, I'm not going to get into it with you tonight, alright?

- You're drunk. - Drunk?

- Yeah. - Sure, but I'm not blind.

Listen to me. I'm only trying to help you with Dutch.

I don't need your help.

Just-- I've seen it all before, okay?

Guys come in. They think they're special.

Tougher than you.

Smarter than you.

Then my brother gets tired of them.

Guess what?

They realize... they're not so special anymore.

So enjoy your seat at the table, my friend.

But just don't be surprised

if he yanks it out from under you.

Joey-boy. (Chuckling)

Hi, JB.

(Tense music playing)

(Knocking)

Now a good time?

Yeah.

What's up?

I want to leave New York.

No more assignments.

No more jobs.

But your whole life is here.

I mean, why-- why would you want to leave?

Where would you even go?

Texas, Nevada.

Someplace quiet.

What, you going to be a cowboy?

Raise cattle? I mean, come on. That's not you.

So why don't you tell me what's really going on?

Nobody can do this job forever,

and I want to... bow out before the inevitable.

Plus... we're not getting any younger.

- Eh, speak for yourself. - ANGELO: Or sharper.

You make a mistake, and you get a soggy zeppole.

It's not fatal. Me?

(Inhaling, exhaling)

Yeah. I hear you.

I hear you, buddy.

And nobody can say you haven't earned it.

So we're cool?

I hate to see you go. It's not going to be the same,

but I don't know. If that's what you want.

Just promise me you're not going to be a stranger.

You know, pop back every once in a while.

- That's it? - No, that's not it.

Have a seat.

(Dutch sighing)

JB's been stealing.

Books aren't lining up.

Three hundred grand.

Maybe more.

- You're sure? - Cash has been bleeding out

for months.

Deposits light here and there,

a few hundred, a thousand.

Last week, a whole drop never even showed up at all,

and he is blatant about it.

I mean, I asked around.

He's been spreading cash,

showering women with designer bags,

jewelry, trips.

And then tonight, he strolls in

with a brand-new $50,000 watch on his wrist,

like he's daring me to notice,

like he's mocking me.

My own kid brother.

I mean, he's always been a screw-up,

and I-- I covered for him, like, a million times,

but this?

Stealing from me, from family,

and laughing while he does it,

that's... that's a line you don't come back from.

He's your brother.

Yeah. That's the whole point, Angelo.

If word gets out

one of my own is stealing from me and I let it slide,

everything I built is going to crumble,

and I ain't going to let that happen,

not for JB, not for no one.

And you're sure about this?

It's the last thing I'm going to ask of you.

Take care of JB,

and I promise you're done.

(Theme music playing)

- JOE: One more. One more. - MAN: Okay.

This is, uh, "Can I...

have... your... number?"

- Okay. Can I... - Mm-hmm.

...have your number?

- CARLO: Yeah! - JOE: She's cute?

CARLO: Yeah, she's cute. What do you mean?

JOE: Yeah. (Chuckling)

Carlo, go wait out front for your mom.

You were on dishes this morning.

Yeah.

Yeah? Well, do them again.

Come on. I mean, you must have somebody on staff

that handles that kind of thing.

Excuse me? You are staff.

All I'm saying is, Carlo doesn't do dishes.

Am I not family, too?

My son had this exact job when he was 16,

and his dishes came out spotless. You know why?

- No. - Because he gave a damn.

Because he had pride in his work.

- It's just dishes. - No. It's about being given

a simple task and doing it right.

(Elevator dinging)

(Elevator dinging)

(Knocking)

Angelo. Hey.

Uh, could have called.

Mind if I come in?

Uh, sure. (Chuckling)

- Thanks. - Don't mind the mess.

- Maid's week off. - Yeah.

JB: Check you out.

Always in those fancy suits,

making us look bad over here.

You know, I don't think you've been here

since Kaleen left. Yeah.

Those bottom-feeding lawyers

drained me dry in the divorce.

Got to keep the apartment,

though, so that's good.

Anybody else here?

Uh... no. Why?

Do you know why I'm here?

What? No. What's going on?

I don't know.

- You tell me. - Whoa.

Anything you want to get off your chest?

Wait a second. Okay.

Hold on.

Dutch found out about my little side hustle?

Okay. Look. My bad,

but isn't this a little extreme?

I mean, it's not that big a deal.

You stole 300 grand.

I would say that's a very big deal.

What? From Dutch?

No. I would never do that.

How do you explain that?

- Oh. - It's a nice watch.

Uh... see, I, um,

been running numbers for the Grillo family.

Nothing major. Just a little gambling racket,

and I didn't tell Dutch because with my past and all,

you know how he gets.

But if he's pissed, I'll cut him in.

But I'm not stupid enough to steal from my brother. No way.

The drops have been light for months.

You do the drops.

You do the deposits.

No. No. See, we have a system.

I collect from the clients.

I go to the banks.

I get the deposit slips.

I give them to Michael.

He logs them in the books. Simple as that.

What about the big drop last week,

the one you pocketed?

Ten grand from the McNeill hit?

I gave that to Michael on Tuesday!

Look. Just ask him, okay?

I mean, I know he's-- he's-- he's--

he's been a little off lately.

I don't know. Maybe he misplaced it,

but I never skimmed a dime, Angelo.

On my mother.

(Phone ringing)

- (Clicking) - Hey, baby.

I did it! I actually did it.

I put in my resignation at the school today,

and I talked to a realtor.

They already have buyers interested in the house.

They think it's going to move fast.

Wow. Oh, well, that's great.

LEAH: A little scary, but good scary, right?

We're actually doing this,

our next chapter,

just you and me.

Have you talked to your boss yet,

put in your two weeks?

Yes, I have.

I just have this...

...one last big sale at the convention,

and then I'm done.

LEAH: That's amazing.

I can't wait.

I can't, either.

I'm so excited.

(Knocking)

Michael!

(Doorknob rattling)

(Tense music playing)

Michael, what did you do?

- Huh? - Impressive. Very clean.

But I'd expect no less from Ricardo.

What are you talking about? I did this.

Where do we keep the bleach?

- (Chuckling) - That's what I thought.

I don't really know what the matter is.

I mean, the job got finished and--

It matters because I told you to do it.

Yeah but everyone got what they wanted.

I mean, Ricardo's girl has been begging him

to take them to that new club on 11th. I hooked them up.

You get a clean kitchen. It's a win-win.

That's your problem, Joe.

You're always focused on the angle and not the task at hand.

Look. I didn't really come here to do grunt work,

so if you're not going to utilize my strengths,

I'm not really sure why I'm here.

I'm starting to think the same.

ANGELO: Why aren't you answering your phone?

What are you doing here?

This house was so nice when we were kids.

ANGELO: It was always a dump.

Hard to believe we held Dad's wake here.

Whole neighborhood came by.

Michael, what's going on?

I was in your office.

(Sighing)

Something's wrong with me.

I can't keep anything straight.

I write it all down so I don't screw up,

but it's not working anymore.

How long's this been going on?

Months. Years, maybe,

if I'm honest.

I never saw it.

I got creative hiding it.

I been bouncing deposits from one offshore account to another.

But I lost track of what went where.

Now, the money's just gone.

I mean, why didn't you come to me with this sooner?

I know this only goes one of two ways.

Dutch finds out the money is missing

and thinks I'm stealing,

or he finds out my head's not right

and I'm a liability because I know too much.

Either way, I'm a dead man.

I'm sorry I screwed up so bad.

We'll figure it out.

We have to.

♪

Okay, Michael. Let's keep going.

I want to see how you do on a memory test, okay?

I'm going to tell you a little story,

and I want you to remember the details. Alright?

Then I'm going to switch to another task

before we go back to the story.

- Yes. - (Phone buzzing)

DOCTOR: A man goes to the market

to buy bread, milk, and a dozen eggs,

and then on the way home,

he stops at the post office to buy a roll of stamps.

Got it?

Alright. Now, can you tell me

what the man bought at the market?

Bread, milk, and, um...

...stamps.

Alright. Let's shift gears.

- Seven plus six. - Thirteen.

DOCTOR: Twelve minus four.

- Eight. - Sixteen minus seven.

- Nine. - Alright.

Now, what did the man buy at the market?

Bread... and...

(Tense music playing)

(Groaning)

(Banging) I don't remember.

(Sighing) I need some air.

- Okay. Is that okay? - Yes, absolutely.

Alright.

- It's okay. - Yeah.

I'll be right out.

(Michael exhaling)

DOCTOR: Mm.

Is it a brain tumor, a stroke? What is it?

With a brain tumor, there are usually headaches,

and a stroke comes on suddenly.

Based on what you told me earlier,

I mean, and what I'm seeing now,

my worry is Alzheimer's disease.

Alzheimer's?

He's just...

He's so young. He's just a few years older than I am.

But early onset can happen in your 40s.

Look. I'll do some routine bloodwork,

but he needs to see a specialist.

- Okay. - Get a full workup,

imaging, cognitive testing.

And if he has Alzheimer's?

There are medications that can help slow

the progression of the disease.

- Right. - But they can't reverse it.

Here's a referral to a neurologist.

Okay.

DOCTOR: He'll do a full evaluation.

- And Angelo? - Mm-hmm?

Early onset Alzheimer's can progress rapidly,

and he's already expressing frustration.

He's going to need a lot of support.

(Tense music playing)

MICHAEL: You gonna tell me where we're going?

ANGELO: Somewhere you'll be safe.

There's someone I want you to meet.

So, this is yours?

Yeah.

You have a wife and daughter?

Yeah.

And you never told me?

I had to keep this separate.

Safe.

Here, I can be somebody else.

People see a as husband,

as a father.

As a good man.

I've had a family all this time that I've never met.

Now, you can.

(Exhaling)

Once you introduce me as your brother,

there's no going back.

I know.

You'll come with us to Montana,

and you'll be free of Dutch forever.

If she doesn't leave you on the spot.

(Exhaling)

- (Quiet music playing) - (Door opening)

ANGELO: (Calling) Leah?

Hey, honey! In the kitchen!

ANGELO: Hey.

LEAH: Honey, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.

How was the conference?

Oh, hello. Who's this?

Michael. (Chuckling)

Uh, Angelo's... work friend.

Work friend?

Wow. You might be the first one I've ever met.

Nice to meet you, Michael. Tell me about yourself.

You married? Have kids?

MICHAEL: Nope. Haven't found anybody

to put up with me long term.

LEAH: Oh, I find that hard to believe.

But if you want me to set you up with one of my girlfriends,

you let me know.

You got to join us for dinner.

We can swap some war stories about this guy.

Oh, I got plenty of those,

but... I got to get back.

Our boss is a bit of a hard-ass.

Oh, yeah.

LEAH: Sure not going to miss that, huh, babe?

No.

LEAH: I'm throwing him a retirement party.

Oh, you are?

- Yes, I am. Mwah. - Ah.

And you should join us

and bring some folks from the office.

It'll be fun.

I'll spread the word. Yeah.

Why did you do that?

Because I saw what you have.

This life, it's real, and it's good.

And there's no way for you to tell that woman

you've been lying to her for 25 years and not blow it all up.

If Dutch finds out about your...

...he's going to kill you.

You built something beautiful here.

I'm not going to be the reason it gets ruined.

Thank you.

You took a big risk showing me all this.

I promise I'll keep your secret as best I can.

- I know you will. - For as long as I can.

I know you will.

(Patting firmly)

I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

(Tense music playing)

(Classical music playing)

(Papers crinkling)

DUTCH: Okay. Uh, what time?

Alright.

Um, I think so.

Angelo! Let me call you back.

(Hanging up phone)

What's going on with that thing I told you to do?

It's in motion. So, a couple of pieces

still need to fall into place, but I'm on it.

Hold off on it.

Tell your brother he's got to be here tomorrow.

Me and him are going to sit down,

go through the books deposit by deposit. Full inventory.

I want an accounting of every missing cent.

You got it.

(Tense music playing)

Hey, Joe.

Someone's stealing from Dutch.

(Chuckling) Oh, yeah? What kind of idiot would do that?

I don't know, but we're getting a lot of tips.

Thought you might want to help out.

- Me? - Mm-hmm.

You wanna move up, right?

Dutch respects someone who takes initiative.

I've got a hunch.

It may not work, but there you go.

Kaleen, JB's ex?

Drop her a line.

She may know more than she's letting on.

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

Hey, Kaleen.

You still interested in getting back at JB?

Great. Someone will be paying you a visit.

This is what you need to say.

I'll handle the rest.

(Ominous music playing)

(Car horns honking distantly, thunder rumbling)

(Humming)

(Humming)

(Yawning)

Oh! Uh, Dutch.

You skipping town?

Bags packed and ready to go.

JB: I-- I didn't pack those.

No? Those aren't your suitcases?

Tags don't have your name on it?

- Yeah-- - Innocent man doesn't run.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.

What the hell is going on here?

I spoke to Kaleen. She said you were planning to bolt

before things got too messy.

Kaleen? Kalee--

Kaleen hates my guts!

I slept with her sister, you know, Dutch.

I mean, she's wanted to stick a knife in me for years.

She'd say anything if she thought it would bury me.

That's why I had to come see it with my own eyes.

You really think that I'd steal from my own brother?

Somebody's setting me up.

Oh, I see. You already made your decision, huh, Dutch?

I'm the black sheep, huh?

Yeah. I'm the loser, the degenerate.

Nothing I say matters, does it?

JB, haven't I always been there for you?

Haven't I pulled you out of the fire

more times than I can even count?

Then why'd you sic your attack dog on me?

Because you don't steal from me.

I didn't!!

(JB grunting)

- (Dutch grunting) - (JB crying out)

(JB groaning)

(Panting) Dutch...

Look at me, huh?

Look me in the eyes.

I'm not some punk off the street!

I'm your kid brother!

I looked up to you! I love you!

I've always wanted to be you!

I know that.

That's what makes this so damn hard.

Please, don't do this.

Did you talk to him? Did you talk to Michael?

Did you-- Did he tell you?

What is he talking about?

I give the deposit slips to Michael.

He-- he puts them in the books.

I swear to God, I'd never skim a dime from you.

On our mother I swear to you, Dutch.

I swear.

JOE: Dutch, something you should probably see.

What?

JB: Oh, God! I'm going to be sick.

DUTCH: Yeah? Right. No. You're not going to skip--

It's not mine. I don't-- I don't know where that came from.

I swear I don't know where that came from!

- Take care of him. - JB: Dutch, please!

You're my brother. You're my brother, Dutch!

(Cocking gun)

Don't do this!

Angelo, you gotta talk to him!

You're the only one he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

(Supressed shot firing)

Take it as a reminder.

Loyalty's everything.

- Dutch, I can't-- - DUTCH: Put it on.

You did good, kid.

If you hadn't talked to Kaleen,

JB would have disappeared with my cash.

You showed initiative.

I got big plans for you.

I won't let you down.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Clinking)

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

(Chattering quietly)

Kaleen, hey.

♪ Gratia plena ♪

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

Thanks.

♪ Dominus ♪

You alright?

Yes.

♪ Tecum ♪

Means a lot you all came.

JB always did love being the center of attention, right?

(Dutch chuckling)

My brother wasn't perfect.

None of us are, but, uh, he had the biggest heart.

Always wanted to make everybody laugh,

and he just had that way

of lighting up whatever room he went into.

To JB. Buonanima.

Buonanima.

(Phone buzzing, chiming)

Thank you for coming.

Before he died,

my brother said he handed you the deposit slips

- after every drop. - That's true. He did.

So tell me this. How do hundreds of thousands

go missing right under your nose?

I should have caught it.

DUTCH: Why didn't you?

Were you in on it with JB?

Dutch, Michael would never steal--

He can speak for himself.

I didn't steal anything.

I just couldn't keep track of books.

You've been doing the books for 30 years!

Yes, but now, things don't stick in my head

the way they used to. I-- I lose track.

Names, numbers, whole conversations.

I-- I can't...

It's like a-- a signal goes out in my head, and--

What are you saying?

Your memory's going? You're--

Dementia?

See, JB could see what was going on,

and he was taking advantage.

Is that what happened, Michael?

I should have come to you sooner,

admitted how bad it'd gotten.

The truth is, I couldn't even admit it to myself.

You're right. You should have come to me sooner.

But JB's choices were his alone.

I don't think he could ever stomach

- living in my shadow. - ANGELO: Hmm.

It ate at him,

made him do stupid things.

- Yeah. - Dumb bastard.

- Let's go. - MICHAEL: Mm.

Okay. Uh, hey, I'll call you later.

Yeah.

You know, when I was a kid,

I had a grandmother had dementia.

She was a tough woman,

but that disease... took its toll.

- Chin up. - Yeah.

We'll get you the best doctors.

We're going to do whatever it takes, alright?

MICHAEL: Yeah. Thank you.

(Door opening)

DUTCH: Goodnight, Michael.

(Door closing)

One way or another,

JB needed to go.

But now, we got another problem, don't we?

All that Michael knows about this business,

about you, about me,

and now, his mind is failing him.

Michael can be trusted.

You don't know that, Angelo.

It has to be done.

Let's get him help.

Someplace private.

And if he says the wrong thing to the wrong person, what?

It's a horrible thing to mourn a brother.

I wouldn't wish it on anyone, especially you,

but... I'm not asking.

I'll do anything.

What does that mean?

I'll stay.

I'll do whatever you need me to do,

so long as he stays safe.

So you'll manage him?

You'll make sure he stays in line?

Yeah, as long as he's alive.

I know a place. They'll keep an eye on him.

But he's got to go today.

Understood.

(People chattering)

- (Chiming) - MAN ON SPEAKER: Uh, Dr. Lewis

to the pharmacy, please. Dr. Lewis to the pharmacy.

MAN: I-- I feel better when I--

WOMAN 1: Mr. Lewis, we need you back in your room, please!

I don't belong here. I'm-- I'm not this far gone.

- I know. - I don't want to stay here.

I know. I know,

but it's the only place I can keep you safe.

- Calm down. - Stop saying that!

It's not your job to keep me safe!

It never was.

I know what you did to him.

Who?

To Dad.

The last time he beat me when we were teenagers,

the time I ended up in the hospital.

I know you went home that night and killed him.

No. No. You're confused.

I didn't want Dad dead, Angelo.

I didn't want any of this.

You tell yourself your job is to protect me,

but I've never felt safe since.

Michael.

- Michael. - WOMAN 2: Are you Michael?

I'm Jane. Nice to meet you.

- Yeah. - Welcome.

- Hi, Jane. - Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I'm going to show you your room, okay?

I think you're going to like it.

It's, uh-- it's my favorite. (Laughing)

It has a very nice view.

Actually, I think it's the best one in the whole place.

Can I give you a hand?

MICHAEL: Okay.

JANE: You alright?

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

(Keys clattering)

Hey, baby! Perfect timing.

Turned out pretty good, I think.

- ANGELO: Mmm. - Maybe a little bit heavy

on the garlic, but not too bad.

No. It's great.

It's more than great.

It's delicious.

Mm. Maria called earlier today.

We're finally hitting the tennis courts.

I love that we're going to have time

for fun things like that.

I found these incredible hiking trails in Montana that--

We can't go.

What?

The timing isn't... right.

Uh, I-- I quit my job.

The house is on the market.

We have an open house this weekend.

What do you mean, it's not the right time?

I have people depending on me at work...

that need me,

that I can't let down.

How about letting me down?

I thought this was about us,

about you finally picking your family over work.

But here we are.

Same story.

ANGELO: It's not the same.

You and Maria,

you're everything.

I don't know what it is,

but you've been hiding something.

I've felt it for years.

I-- I looked the other way,

made excuses, but not anymore.

I don't know who's sitting across from me

right now, but you're not the man I married.

(Ominous music playing)

(Garbage truck whirring, rattling)

Here we go.

Perfect sound coverage.

(Truck noise continuing)

And there she goes.

(Truck noise continuing)

He's not opening the window.

He will. He always does.

(Truck noise continuing)

(Compactor screeching, stopping)

ANGELO: Find out why that sound stopped.

We need it to cover the shot.

Something just got tangled.

They're fixing it. Just give them a minute.

Man, I can't believe his own brother paid big money

to get him eliminated.

ANGELO: He's your brother.

It's the last thing I'm going to ask of you.

JOE: Dutch, something you should see.

Did you talk to him? Did you talk to Michael?

I'm shooting through the glass.

A lot riskier, isn't it?

Take care of him.

- (Gun firing) - (Glass splintering)

Yeah, or you could just do that.

Nice shot.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Angelo groaning)

I'll meet you in the car.

You okay?

ANGELO: Yeah.

(Thunder rumbling)

JB: Angelo, you got to talk to him! He's the only--

You're the only one he'll listen to!

Angelo, please! I don't deserve to die!

(Firing)

(Gun firing)

(Thunder rumbling)

Alright.

Angelo, come on. We got to go.

ANGELO: I killed them for you, Michael.

Both of them.

To keep you safe.

Dad and...

JOE: (Muffled) Angelo, what are you talking about?

What do you mean? Look.

You killed your father and who else?

He didn't steal Dutch's money.

JOE: Angelo!

What are you talking about?

(Ominous music playing)

(Theme music playing)