Public Morals

It's Muldoon. I'm across the street.

Mr. Patton.

Terrance.

Uh, there's a...

Little something extra in there this time.

Thank you.

You got a minute? I'd like a word.

Uh, sure. Sit down. Sit down. Fire away.

I want to talk about Rusty.

I understand you and him

are not seeing eye to eye these days?

You always see eye with your father?

You've obviously been speaking to the old man.

He told me you paid him a little visit up to the house,

had a couple of beers.

We had a nice visit.

We reminisced about the good, old days.

Ah, the old days.

The good, old days, like a couple of weeks ago

before this little war broke out, huh?

I don't know anything about a war.

Please. Don't treat me like I'm an idiot.

Now, why don't you tell me

why your man Davis thought it was better

to try and shoot his way out of his apartment

rather than come and talk to me.

I can tell you it was stupid.

Davis is a man

who's been wrestling with his demons for years.

You're gonna have to do better than that, big guy.

When the skels are shooting at one another,

it is easy to look the other way.

But when they start shooting at us,

we become a little less tolerant.

What can I say?

I've got lots of people working for me,

and none of are choir boys.

I'd be very careful

about assigning too much weight to this...

This rumor about a war.

There's no grand conspiracy going on here.

Except for the fact that the last time I saw Mr. O,

he told me he was looking to make a move on you.

But it's exactly my point.

Mr. O... Mr. O is a hopeless drunk.

For his own sake, you should've talked him out of it.

Trust me, I tried.

However, since then,

him and two of his most trusted shit-heel friends

have wound up dead.

And two of Rusty's guys have also been laid to rest.

So it does not take a genius

to figure out what's going on here.

Well, if it doesn't take a genius,

why in the world are you talking to me?

Because we're talking about Hell's Kitchen,

and as you well know, nobody talks to the cops.

It's a very good neighborhood in that respect.

I'll be sure to mention that to my wife

the next time she's harping on moving out to the suburbs.

Look, Mr. Patton, you and I both know

who's responsible for all this, and he needs to be stopped.

Because the longer this goes on, the worse it is for everybody.

We had to kill one of your guys last week.

I do not want to be put in that position again.

All right, Terrance, I hear you.

Now, you know that strong-arm is not my style...

Unless it needs to be.

Just hang on a little longer with me, hmm?

We're almost at the end.

We better be,

because this is your Hell's Kitchen,

and it needs to get resolved soon,

or otherwise, you're gonna be the one

who's left holding the bag for all of this.

And I would hate to have to be the guy that locks you up.

But if it comes to that, have no doubts I will.

Is this really in our price range?

$33,000. Down payment of $4,000.

I don't know, Ina. That's a little more...

Oh, I... I don't want to hear about it.

Didn't Michael explain to you

that he and I are happy to lend you the money?

Yeah, but it's still too much.

Come on. Let's go take a look. Come on.

Okay.

Oh, there you are!

Welcome to beautiful Bayside.

Oh, Ina.

Oh, I want you to meet Christine, my daughter-in-law.

Chris, Eileen, and if you could believe it

she raised eight kids in this house.

The last of which finally moved out.

Thank God.

So when you think you're having a rough day,

just imagine eight little ones running around.

Oh, don't listen to her.

It was easy.

All... all I did every day

was open the front door and say,

"don't come home unless you need a ride to the hospital."

Well, it's a beautiful home.

It needs work, but it served us well.

Come on in. I'll show you around.

Michael.

Thanks again, as always.

Have a good night.

It's got to be a decent number, right?

Yeah, it'll be good. It's always fine.

- You know, don't worry about it. - I'm not worried about it.

- Hey, Claire, what do you say? - You got it, Terry.

Hey, Terry. Hey, uh, Claire, can we get a round, as well, please?

Hey, Terry, come on. Sit down.

O'Bannon's telling us about how he got his heart broke.

Up yours, Petey, I'm just saying,

it's the first time in my life a chick called it quits with me

- instead of the other way around. - Oh, "first time." First time ever, huh?

- You know which broad he's talking about, right? - I got an idea.

He's talking about that handjob Duffy's sister.

- That's who he's in love with. - Oh, that's nice. Real nice. Thank you.

- Deirdre Duffy, really? - Deirdre Duffy.

You're making a lot of questionable choices

- these days, Sean. - She was all over me, Terry.

- Highly questionable. - He was trying to get serious with this chick,

- and she sent him packing. - That's enough about my love life.

Thank you very much. And, Bull, how's your arm?

You know, when's the doc say you're gonna be back at work?

I'm good. He says I'll be back in about a week.

- Here you go, boys. - Wing's all right, then, huh?

I can still lift a beer, right?

Let me take you out on the town, huh?

Since when do peasants storm the castle.

Revolution.

All right, all right, all right.

Dummy up for a second, will ya?

Here we go, gents.

In spite of everything going on on the West Side,

we still had a very, very good month.

Enjoy.

Yeah, that Tedesco kid's card game was a real nice score.

What about, uh, Latucci and the Moose?

It didn't work out with Tucch?

Well, let's just say

that that is, uh, yet to be determined.

Yeah?

Hey, Cole.

Good to see ya.

You piece of shit.

You thought you could drop a dime on me, huh?

This is for Teresa, you son of a bitch.

Gino, get your ass out of here.

Latucci.

Vince, it's me.

Hey, what can I do for ya?

Did you give any more thought to what I said?

Yeah, I thought about it.

I got too many eyes on me right now,

including my wife's.

This offer won't last forever, Vince.

You know how many guys want to take me out?

Yeah, I know, Bernadette. Do me a favor.

Don't go trying to make me jealous.

You understand me?

If I could, I would.

What the hell is going on?

All of a sudden, you're not interested?

My Uncle doesn't have to know.

Look, I can't have this conversation right now.

When things settle down, I'll reach out to ya.

Who was that?

None of your business.

Oh, you think I'm a stunad?

You're messing around with that cop, aren't you?

I'm not doing anything.

Let me ask you something.

When my father finds about that,

what do you think he's gonna do to Vince, huh?

- You listen to me, you little shit. - Mm-hmm.

I don't know what you think you heard

or what you think you know,

but you say anything to your father,

I'll make your life a living hell.

You're not gonna do shit.

Not if my father puts me with Joe Fish.

I'm not asking you, okay? I'm talking to Sean here.

I want Sean to explain to me

exactly how it went down with Davis.

I don't need to hear it from you.

- And I already explained to you what happened. - Right, and what's that?

We busted through the room, and Sean didn't hesitate.

Right, and that ain't what I heard.

Oh, yeah? What did you hear?

I heard from the covering lieutenant

something different happened.

Well, he clearly doesn't know shit,

- because he wasn't in the room, I was. - Really?

Then why don't you let him talk for himself?

Terry, it's okay, all right?

Huh? Explain it yourself.

Bull, the truth is, I screwed up, all right?