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Come here.

Impressive.

Yes, she is.

Can you believe it?

A murderess, right here under our very own roof.

I'm loath to admit that this wolf in sheep's clothing

had me bamboozled.

Presenting herself as some kind of

paragon of virtue.

Hey, Dr. Fucko.

You remember me?

God...

Who the hell are you?

Mayflower, you made bail.

Just so I'm in the know,

who was it, exactly, paid for my release?

I have no idea.

Thank you for your hospitality.

Thank you.

You want this war over?

Get your house in order and we can talk.

I'll get back to you.

You do that.

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Shit. We've driven every back road

from here to Canada trying to avoid them bulls.

And just when we thinking we home free,

Pee Wee drives us right up into the asshole

of the Sioux Nation.

Now, see, on they land, they still the law.

Man, they took everything.

Booze, guns...

even the damn truck.

I tried to trade them Pee Wee for the truck,

but it turns out they ain't got no use for no retarded Negro.

Boss.

Boss.

What... What?

We got him.

- What? - Cannon.

We got Cannon.

It's over.

We won.

He's dead.

You did it.

Come on.

Bang.

Got very straight backs.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

What's she doing here?

Very funny, you Mr. Bail Poster.

What's going on?

Oh, shit!

What's going on?

I thought...

He said we got the guy.

Why aren't we celebrating?

He... he didn't make it.

What is this?

Josto Fadda...

What family? Whose family?

You have conspired with this woman

to kill your own father.

- What? - Your papa...

when he was weak in the hospital.

When he was barely alive, you asked this woman...

his nurse... to kill him.

That... that never happened.

- Uh... - Sh... Shut up.

Tell him.

Well, they asked so nice,

and, uh...

I didn't think,

what with all the peashooters, that I should lie.

I'm sorry, what is happening right now?

He was dying.

They shot him... those children?

Tell him!

Yeah, like I said,

as an honest person who likes to cross her T's

and heart her I's, I'd be remiss

if I didn't afford myself truthfully

in front of the Lord my savior

and, uh, and these fine gentlemen.

But, yeah. Y-Ya... Well, you kinda did.

Did what?

"He's in a lot of pain..."

you said, "and I don't like to see him like that."

And-and-and you also said, "Will you take care of him?"

We...

We got high.

And then...

She's just a skirt I met the one time.

She was at the funeral.

- Two times! - Yeah, and, well,

let's not forget about all those nights in my apartment.

She's a crazy person!

And I'm the boss!

Hmm?

So let's stop this make-believe.

I order you... I order you

to stop now.

It's shit, no?

The old way for the old world.

Brothers, uncles, cousins.

We live in the new world now.

We need a new way.

I'm gonna piss.

Are you kidding me?

Mm.

Can I at least get a fucking chair then?

The police say

you kill most of your patients.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean

You were arrested for the killing of your boss.

Well, I mean, but to be clear,

he got better.

This is the woman you choose?

- Un'assassina? - I didn't ch...

She's a roll-around!

She liked it rough!

Oh, you like it rough.

If you're saying that I...

You thi...

How dare you.

You kill your father...

so you can wear the crown.

Then you kill your brother so you don't have to share.

No, no, no, no, no.

And this is why the family business doesn't work.

Because families are crazy.

You're crazy.

Oh...

You can't do this.

Wait till I tell New York about this.

Fucking mutiny?

They'll chop your eyeballs out.

New York knows.

Yeah.

Oh, geez, my heart.

I'm gonna kill you!

You-you... you full-blooded Italian piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

- No! No, you... I pay you! You... - Oh!

Now, you just hold your horses, sir!

My-my g... my neck, I've got a bad neck!

Josto!

They made me tell them.

I'm not talking to you.

You don't have to be mean.

I've had, and I don't mind saying... as hard a 24 hours

as has ever been had on God's green earth.

What do you think's happening right now?

- You killed us. - I told the truth.

Now you tell the truth? Now?

How about when I said help with my dad,

why didn't you tell me you were a demented hag?

Don't say that.

Hag.

- Hag! Hag! - You... I said don't say that!

- Hey! - Hag!

Cut it out.

Get the fuck...

Hey, I made some mistakes, okay?

But I didn't know about...

You don't have to do this.

Hasn't there been enough killing?

Wait.

That a serious question?

Listen to me.

This is it... What they make us do.

We're paisan.

Come on.

We-we change our names.

We eat each other. We forget.

For what?

Don't you get it, Joe?

This is a ladder, but there's nowhere to go.

Nah.

Any last requests?

Yeah, uh, c-can you shoot him first so I can watch?

What?

Come on, girls.

Wait here.

Satchel.

Satchel.

Dad?

Babe! Babe!

Babe!

So, all is forgiven?

Back to business.

Oh.

I have a few small adjustments to the deal.

Adjustments?

It's nothing.

A few details.

Are you kidding?

This is half our business.

You want to take half our business?

We had a deal.

In the park.

- We made a deal! - Please, be calm.

This is just part of the new plan.

Our national plan.

For the nation.

New York, Chicago,

Kansas City, Miami,

Texas, California.

You, too, are a national outfit, yes?

Mm.

Wait, no.

You are one man in one city.

What do they say?

Big fish, small pond.

But we are the sea.

Mm.

I can tell you are thinking,

you can just kill me the way you kill the men before.

But this is a mistake.

Because when you look at me,

you don't see the man behind me.

And the man behind him.

And all the men that follow.

Forever.

Mm-hmm?

You see them now.

The wave that never ends.

We understand each other.

Cheer up.

Look at it this way: we are not taking half,

we are leaving half.

You work for us now.

You do what we say or we kill you

and find someone who will.

Boss?

Go home.

War's over.

You sure?

It's over.

For Swanee.

Shh...

History is a form of memory.

But what does it mean to remember?

We think, naturally, of our own past,

our lives day by day,

and through them we see the events of our times.

We are Black and white,

rich and poor,

foreign-born and domestic.

And yet, if our pasts are separate,

then aren't our histories separate, too?

Segregated?

Ask yourself:

who writes the books?

Who chooses what we remember and what gets forgotten?

My name is Ethelrida Pearl Smutny.

This is my history report.

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