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It's me.
No, I'm not gonna miss the movie.

I'm in North Attleboro.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Geordana. Geordana.

If I didn't wanna
be with you,

I wouldn't have said
yes when you asked. Ok?

I just like to sleep with guys.
You're gay.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, your boss looks like he's
getting taken to the woodshed.

He's just strategizing
on the budget.

Ah, is that what they're
calling it these days?

- Hello.
- The governor hates me, Tommy.

Well, the governor's
a republican.

Well, the point is,
if I'm gonna past my budget,

I'm gonna need enough votes to
override the governor's veto.

Votes like representative
Silk down there.

I got feelers out there.

Feelers aren't gonna
get the job done, ok?

Ever since her husband's
restaurant got muscled

into using shamrock linens, she
thinks all you irishmen are corrupt.

So what do you
want me to do?

Start eating linguini
and pretend I'm italian?

And your brother? He's amigo with
shamrock's owner, Mr. Freddie Cork.

- I'll do everything I can.
- Get me her vote on the budget.

- It's anonymous. Just like the name.
- What if somebody recognizes me?

With Tommy in
leadership now.

That's why I'm taking you to
the meeting in Four River.

Where the fuck are all these
cars going on a goddamn Sunday?

I don't know. This giving
over to a higher power...

I don't know that I
know how to do that.

What's the matter?
Don't you believe in God?

- I go to church, but...
- But what?

You can tell me.
It's part of the thing. You talk.

I can't do that.
Sure you can.

I mean, I'm a freak and idiot,
but I can do it.

- I wanna go home. -
Mrs. Caffee... - Please.

This is really,
really important to me.

Ok? A lot of people have
helped me get sober,

but you are the first person I've
ever tried to help in my life.

Just come to the meeting.

I'm sorry.
I can't risk hurting Tommy.

All right. Fuck it.

No big deal. I got to get
out of this shit somehow.

What the fuck is
going on up there?

What the hell happened up there?
You see that?

My god. Is that a bus?

Flipped over. Holy shit.

What a fucking

mess.

What, you thought if you
start in the lower end,

I wouldn't notice?

It's not like you had
machines in those spots.

My boys thought it was open turf.
The lower end is irish land.

Always has been irish land,
and always will be irish land.

According to the 2000 census,
it's actually 37% dominican.

- Dominican irish.
- You all right?

- Huh?
- Looking for a bump?

- The fucking bosses are inside.
- Oh, don't worry about it.

This hawaiian espresso
should fit right in.

My guys got
nothing but respect

for the historical irish
roots in the lower end.

I want 'em out.

I'll offer you 5%. And for that,
you should be grateful.

With respect...
If you don't take those machines,

I don't stick my dick so far up
your ass I'll piss out your mouth.

Freddie, answer
your phone, ok?

Yeah?

What?

- Where's the captain?
- The captain's over there.

Thank you.

Captain. Hey.
Sorry to pull you from home.

No. A thing like this,
what you need I'm here.

The bus was coming back
from the Pats game.

Passengers all from your
neighborhood. 45 on the bus, 11 D.O.A.

We're hoping you could I.D.
the bodies.

Yeah. Sure.

Marty? Marty. Hey.

Marty, come here.
Stand up. You ok?

I can't remember
what happened.

I was looking out the
window at the sky,

- and then...
- Hey, Marty.

Have the E.M.T.
seen you, huh?

Yeah. They, uh... I'm fine.

Leann's dead.

They're all right.
They're ok. Let 'em through.

- Thanks.
- No problem, Tommy.

So talk to the E.M.T.'s.
Find out where my sister is.

We have a passenger list.

Check the status. Get numbers
and addresses for next of kin.

Never mind.

Shouldn't you check
for internal injuries?

- She had like a thing over here.
- Hey, boss.

- Nice shoes.
- We'll take you in for X rays.

But it looks like you
suffered a mild concussion

- and possibly a broken clavicle.
- See?

- I told you I was... I was fine.
- You're good. You are good.

Hey, hey, hey.
Baby, baby, baby. Ok. Ok. Ok.

It's Kathleen Clark.
Lived up on Avon Street.

Chased her boyfriend into the street
one night with a carving knife.

Fun girl.

Decco, can you, uh...
Can you spare a minute?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Who are they?
- Kathleen Clark,

uh, Izzy Jakes, Carl Hobbs,

a couple of people
I can't recognize.

I'm gonna get asked a lot of
questions by the families.

They're gonna wanna
know what happened.

A, uh...
A body fell from the overpass.

My guys don't wanna commit,
but it's probably a jumper.

The bus swerved and took
out Carl Hobbs' car.

- From there, it was pinball.
- Who was the jumper?

Well, that's why my guys
don't wanna commit.

- Who?
- It's Ricky Cork.

Freddie's kid.

Sorry. If you'll excuse me.

Freddie, do you want
me to stick around?

Is there anything I
can do to help at all?

Yeah.

Listen. I want you to take
McGonagle, go to Ricky's apartment.

He's got a gray
suit in the closet.

I want you to bring it down to
old man Burl's funeral home,

and you tell him my kid gets the fucking
best casket he's got in that place.

Of course. Yeah.

Also up here on the left. May alton.
Her son robert was killed.

- Where did he work?
- Up at Gillette. And he went by Robby, not Bobby.

Robby Alton. Robby Alton.
Robby Alton. Robby Alton.

He went to Sunday school
with your sister and me.

- Tommy. How are you?
- Mr. Mayor.

How you doing? Eileen.
It's a hell of a thing, huh?

About the public memorial.
I was thinking Thursday.

- Sacred Heart.
- If it works for the families, yeah.

Well, we don't want to let
it go past the weekend.

The people need closure.
And, Tom,

is it all right if I
knock on this door?

We'll trade off.
You can do the next one.

Thanks.

You know there's no
way he fell, right?

- Not that it matters.
- All right, gray suit, black shoes.

You try the bedroom.

- You ever think about it?
- What?

Killing yourself.

- No.
- Really?

Yeah. Why?

I just figured everybody's at
least fucking thought about it.

I tried once.
You know? I was 11.

I was in some fucking foster home.
The noose broke.

I guess God didn't
want me either.

Oh, uh, about the shoes.

He's got 2 sizes here.
He's got size 8, size 10.

Yeah. 'Cause he's
got a roommate.

No. It's a one-bedroom
apartment, though.

That's right.

- 2 guys, 1 bed.
- Oh, fuck me.

This is the part of the
job that is just no fun.

Look, we can take my car.

You guys get in the back.
I'll climb in the front.

- No, thanks. We're gonna walk.
- Oh, we don't wanna walk.

Yeah, we do.

Ok, ok. I'll do the "man of the
people" thing and I'll walk.

You don't have to.

Well, if you're gonna walk,
I got to walk.

Nicky, get my other shoes out of
the car. These loafers hurt my feet.

Did you just give Mrs.
Alton some money?

I know we're strapped
for cash, but...

It was just enough so she
can afford a decent burial.

No, you did the
right thing.

- Ok, where to next?
- Carl Hobbs. He was a postman.

- Just around the corner.
- Ok. Carl Hobbs. Carl hobbs.

Carl Hobbs.
Carl Hobbs. Carl Hobbs.

I'm gonna get a
glass of water.

I know you.
Tom Caffee's wife.

You know, you'd, uh...
You'd think they'd have a corkscrew.

You know, I've...
I've checked everywhere 3 times,

and I swear, at this point,
I am just gonna...

Smash the neck off this bottle.
I found it.

That's twice he broke my heart.
Scraggly little bastard.

Carl's mom hates my smoking.
We were engaged.

I'm so sorry.

He broke it off
6 months ago.

3 years and he
just broke it off.

What happened?

Carl didn't say.
He made excuses, but, uh...

They were bullshit.

I don't know. Maybe he was,
uh, seeing someone else.

I don't know.

I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

We hadn't talked...

for a while.

He was supposed to
meet me at the movies.

For an hour I thought
he stood me up.

Aren't you gonna have one?
If I drink alone, I'll be a lush.

I loved him...
More than he loved me.

But I always thought we
could be real happy.

Hi.

What are these casseroles for?
Susie fitzgiven.

I didn't know you two were close.
I see her at the salon.

The woman's husband died.

The least I can do is spare her the
effort of having to cook a meal.

Ok. All right.

- Can I borrow $20?
- What for?

I was just gonna buy some
candles to leave at the overpass.

- What?
- Cassie, there's still men out there

scrubbing blood off the concrete. Ok?
I think we should all have something

a little more productive
to do with our lives

than standing around in the
dark holding fucking candles.

Sweetheart, sweetheart,
people died.

Not you and not me,
but all over this neighborhood.

Yeah, I was there, ok?

- Light a candle for me.
- Where you going?

Changing the air
filter on the valiant.

Hey. Good morning, kiddo.
How you doing?

Thanks for seeing me.

I'm just gonna get a coffee or
something. You want a drink, you guys?

- I'm good. Thanks. -
Have a seat. - Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where are the kids?

Upstairs.

- 4 lunches.
- For Tommy.

Tommy takes his lunch
to work in a bag?

Every lunch he takes is
$10 for the college fund.

Sorry. I didn't know things
were still so tight.

- What are you doing?
- Making a sandwich for Tommy.

He likes his mayo
on both sides.

You think it's the first time
I made a sandwich for Tommy?

If the church says
it was an accident,

then Ricky could have
a proper funeral.

We can have a priest
at the burial,

and no one could say it was
anything but an accident.

I don't make church policy.

Tommy, I'm not asking for a 6-foot
picture at the public memorial.

It's 50,000 in that bag.

You can offer it up as a donation,
keep it.

- I really don't give a shit.
- I can't help you.

You can talk to
the diocese.

They'll listen to you.
They respect you.

You're my goddamn
representative, Tommy.

I'm sorry.

We heard you went around to some
of the other families last night.

My Fiona waited up till 3:00
for you to knock at our door.

What's the matter, Tommy?
You forget where I live?

He wanted my help...
Getting a church funeral for Ricky.

And I told him it
wasn't up to me.

Tommy, if Freddie was
just some storeowner,

would you have tried to help him then?
Ricky didn't mean to crash that bus.

Whatever demons drove
him to take his own life,

he deserves the forgiveness
of a decent funeral.

The state highway commissioner
and chief traffic engineer

are not only examining this tragedy.
I have also asked them to deliver

a full set
of recommendations

that will insure that
an incident like this

never happens again.

Diane. The speaker's
asked me to talk to you.

- I doubt he used the word "talk. "
- He wants to know what's it gonna

take to get your
vote on the budget.

He should ask Bob. I was
already to make a deal with him.

Well, the speaker sees the
world in black and white.

Your district receives
a lot of state funding.

The speaker's liable to pull
it if you go against him.

You know, same goes for
party backing come November.

Hmm. Now there's the
Thomas Caffee I know.

One part charmer and four
parts thug. I'm, um...

I'm sorry about the
people in your district.

Call bishop
Conway's office.

Say I'd consider it a gracious
favor if he could spare 5 minutes.

"Gracious favor"?

Makes it sound like
you're hand in hand.

I know how you feel about the
church, but he's still a bishop.

All right.
But if this is about Ricky Cork,

you should know
that he was gay.

Scott and I used to see him
out at the down low club.

So?

It means the church didn't
much like him on 2 counts.

- Do you think Ricky's in heaven, Alex?
- Yeah. I do.

- Then shouldn't the church say so?
- Not if you have to beg.

So what time did
she finally get in?

2:30. I was awake,
but I didn't wanna fight with her,

- so I just rolled over,
played dead. - She buy it? - No.

She didn't wanna fight either,
so she pretended she did.

What is it, closed? Hey!

- Maybe he's in the back.
- See, the thing about Cassie is,

she doesn't realize all
the casseroles in the world

aren't gonna help a guy
like Marty Trujillo.

The guy's got fucking cancer.
He's dying.

He's got a wife and a mistress,
which is weird.

But it's ok.
It's the way it is. You know?

And the bus crashes.

Now, is it Marty with
the cancer that dies? No.

It's his perfectly
healthy wife.

So now he's got to bury her.
He's got to deal with the mistress.

Not to mention the pain from the
tumor eating away his fucking guts.

But there's Cassie
sitting out in the dark,

huddled around a candle, praying
with all her tiny, little heart

that God in heaven is looking down
on her with some almighty plan.

Well, that's fucking bullshit.
There's no plan.

It's just fucking pain and death,
and that's it.

- And it's fucking random.
- You gonna break the glass.

Every fucking Tuesday,
we come here for a grinder.

It's Tuesday.
I want my fucking grinder. Hey!

- Aw, shit.
- What?

What's Hane's last
name? Scully.

You got the list on you?
Check the list.

- Fuck. He was on the bus.
- Yeah.

Ok.

Tommy Caffee.
Prince of the Hill.

- Excellency.
- Tell Freddie Cork I said no.

You know, it's funny.

I didn't realize you were on the
overpass the night Ricky fell.

- Tommy...
- No. No.

If Ricky's going to be
denied all absolution,

I'm glad there was at
least one witness.

Don't argue reasonable doubt, Tommy.
The church is not a court of law.

All the more reason it should be
generous with its forgiveness.

Are you punishing the son
for the sins of the father?

- You should have been a Jesuit.
- What if the church were to receive

a generous donation
to its charities?

I'd say the church
doctrine is immutable

on the topic of suicide.

You have 11 grieving
families in your district,

10 of them catholic.

Perhaps you should be
tending to their needs.

I don't have to.

You've already told them their
loved ones are in heaven.

- Freddie.
- I appreciate it. Thank you.

It was very decent of Mr.
Nazolli to stop by.

Italians love
a good ritual.

There's nothing quite like
the ritual of mourning.

So in a week, they'll be back at
his throat with a carving knife?

- 10 days. They have respect.
- Well, I can't vouch

for what kind of shape
Freddie's gonna be in.

I'll tell you. This thing's
messed him up pretty bad.

- Well, that's just too bad for you.
- And you. With the asians and latins

beating both
our doors down.

Never mind those crazy
fucking russians.

A costly
irish-italian thing.

It just softens us both
up for the competition.

- Hey, it's out of our hands.
- Tell you what.

If you're looking for a square deal
and Freddie continues to be, uh,

unreasonably distracted, have Mr.
Nazolli come directly to me.

I'm sure we can
work something out.

- I knocked, but no answer.
- That's 'cause no one's home.

Well, that's funny because
both your cars are here.

- Is he inside?
- Not that you would know.

And if I asked to
use your bathroom?

I'd tell you that the toilet
exploded just this morning.

- How about a glass of water?
- Sink exploded, too.

Then you're in luck 'cause
I'm an excellent plumber.

But you're not Union,
and we only use Union labor.

You have very flirty eyes.

Listen. I really need
to speak to Judd.

Help yourself.

He'll rip your heart out
and throw it in the river.

But if you wanna charge
the den of a raging lion...

You really don't know what
you did wrong, do you?

- He wanted a favor and I said no.
- He wanted a personal favor.

Yeah, but it would have been
illogical for me to say yes.

Logic is business.

He wouldn't have minded if you
turned down a business favor.

A personal favor-
that's no logic.

In fact,
there's no reason in the world

why you should agree
to a personal favor.

That's what makes
it personal.

All right.

- She likes chamomile mint.
- Not this mint medley stuff.

- Is she, uh... Hey, wait a second.
- I've never seen Jimmy so feisty.

Neither has Ma. I swear,
he won't let me off the couch.

You'd think I had 2 broken ankles
instead of a busted clavicle.

How's Ma been?
Oh, she's herself, you know.

I think she's, uh...
I think she's stealing from work.

I found like 50 pairs of tube
socks hidden in the bathroom.

They're probably a
gift for Michael.

God forbid her oldest son should
wear the same pair of socks twice.

Here, baby.
Got you the tasty tangerine.

I, uh...
I didn't think you like lemon,

but I...
I put one on the plate just in case.

If you wait a sec,
I'll get you honey and a spoon.

Oh, you're the only
honey I need, baby.

Oh, listen to you.

Ohh! Look,
before you two start making out,

I'm gonna be in
the kitchen.

I think your sister looks pale.
She was never really that strong.

She's a tiger, Ma.
She's just like you.

Are you trying to
flatter me or insult me?

Actually, I need a favor. I need
you to talk to Judd Fitzgerald.

No.

- It's important, Ma.
- I don't really know him that well.

That's funny 'cause he mentions
you every time I see him.

He does?

- What? - What?
- That look.

It's the face
Mary Rose makes

every time I accuse her
of having a boyfriend.

Which is interesting,
considering you barely know the man.

I know what you're trying to do,
so you can knock it off.

- My God. You two are in love.
- Tommy!

Will you talk to him?

If you ever bring up
Judd Fitzgerald again,

I will put bamboo
under your fingernails.

Is that a yes?

I'll think about it.

You take those casseroles
down to Susie Fitzgiven?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Yeah, come in.

I can't find Marty.

I'll be right back.
Let's go.

Marty?

Wait right here. Ok?
Marty, it's Declan.

If you're dead, I swear to
god I'll fucking kill you.

It's Declan.

I'm coming upstairs, ok?

Hey.

They, uh...

They set a date for the
big memorial service?

Uh, yeah. Uh, Thursday.
St. Malachi's.

That's too bad.

Guy says there's an
80% chance of showers

- on Thursday.
- Hey, marty.

Vicky's really worried about you.
She tried calling.

She really wants to talk to you.
She's downstairs.

You know,
I kind of hope it rains.

You know, when the indian
summer hangs around too long,

it just makes the
winter harder.

You doing ok?

Oh, I'm dying.
I lost my wife.

But other than that,
not too bad.

I never wanted to choose
between Leann and Vicky.

I mean, get away with that. I
should've been a much better person.

Always wondered what
Leann's bedroom looked like.

Marty.

Baby. Baby.

- You're being very petty with Tommy.
- He strayed. Throw a card.

- I'm thinking.
- You don't have gin.

- If you knock, I'll undercut you.
- He needs your help with Freddie's boy.

Now, you can punish him
politically if you like,

but on this one thing...

Any decision about Ricky
Cork belongs to the bishop.

- Oh, so you're helpless.
- Yes.

Liar.

Oh. Shouldn't
have done that.

I could choose not
to take that card.

- Or perhaps you don't really need it.
- Oh, I need it.

But if you ask me to,
I could let it pass.

That's what's called
honoring a friend's request.

Which your son...
Did not do.

Which you should be
wise enough to forgive.

- The bishop's going to want a donation.
- Tommy says he can deliver 35 grand.

Take the card.

Oh. Gin.

Your brother really
came through.

Ricky's gonna get church
funeral, everything.

- I'm glad I could help.
- Now, if I can just get father Bilick

to convince Fiona not to
go to the public memorial.

It's the last thing I need-
people just...

- Staring.
- If I had a son,

I... I don't know if
i'd have your strength.

But... and I debated
telling you this.

I think it might help.

I have an idea why
Ricky did what he did.

Don't do this, Freddie.
It's a mistake.

Even Johnny knows
it's a mistake.

Maybe Freddie will
just talk to him.

Yeah, right.

Would you be willing to
take that bet, John?

It's stupid.

Have a seat.

Sit down.

- You're gonna tell me about my son?
- What do you want me to tell you?

Why don't we start what color
tie should I bury him in?

Since you apparently knew
him better than I did.

I wasn't gonna go to the funeral or
to the memorial at Sacred Heart.

He wouldn't want me to
make this any harder

on you and his mom.

How long you two been shacked up?
On my dime, I might add.

- 5 months.
- You two have fucking aids?

No. God. No, he...

- He'd been getting better lately.
- What do you mean "better"?

He'd get these black moods.

2 years ago,
right before we met...

He tried to stab himself.

He swore he'd never do it again.
I made him promise me.

Did he hate me?

- He was scared of you.
- I loved him.

I was perfectly fucking clear
about that. I loved him.

He knew.

He just thought that
if he came out to you,

you'd never forgive him.

I wouldn't have cared.
He was my son.

He could've sucked Elton John's dick
on national fucking television,

I wouldn't have cared.

I just...
I just want him back.

I know.

I loved him, too.

What the fuck do you
know about love, huh?

What do you know about love? What
the fuck do you know about love, huh?

I'll show you...
I'll show you fucking love.

So you know that, uh, fric-frac,
the guy with the sniffles?

He saddles up to me.
He starts hinting

that Nazolli will be more than
happy with a new trading partner.

- The fucker said that?
- Yeah.

He thinks
Freddie's unreliable.

Is he wrong?

Come on.
Let's get this done.

Thank you.

- Uh, I'll be a minute.
- Should I save a seat for Alex?

Alex has issues
with the church.

Uh, Francis,
this is Pete and John.

Frac. All right?
Francis is a guy who wears a dress.

My mistake.

- Mr. Nazolli. Nice to see you.
- Let's you and me talk business.

I don't wanna miss
the mass, huh?

- I'm not going in.
- We have to. For Ricky.

Everybody's just
gonna stare.

They're gonna point their fingers
and they're gonna whisper.

If we don't go,
they're still gonna whisper.

Only it won't matter. The church
says Ricky's death was an accident.

'Cause everyone will
say we knew different,

and that's why we
didn't show up.

He fucking killed
himself, Sofiona.

Honey, our son
died by accident.

And by going into that church,
I am going to prove it.

We have 5 other children that
have to live with what happened,

who have to go to school
and see their friends

and live in this town.

Fi, I can't.

I can.

I can.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for your troubles, Fiona.
Thank you.

Hi.

Better late than never.

Declan.

I'll catch up.

I'll do it.
I'll give you Freddie Cork

on a fucking plate.

Time to get right with God.

That was a nice thing Tommy did.
He's a good man.

Yeah, he is.
Most of the time.

I was thinking maybe, uh,

there's a way you and
I can talk in private.

Just so that nobody
embarrasses Tommy.

Yeah, I'd like that.

What you did for Fiona in there,
i'm grateful.

Yeah.

Over your left shoulder is
representative Diane Silk

and her husband Ken.
I want you to go over to him

and tell him that shamrock linens will
no longer be servicing his restaurant

and that he's free to
get his napkin service

by a vendor of his choice.

Yeah.

- Mending fences?
- You got a budget to pass.