Last Night in Rozzie

Say I won't.

No!

Get outta here, I got this.

Get the fuck outta here!

Mr. Russo's office, this is Denise.

I'm sorry, he's still unavailable.

So, this weekend?

Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I need ya, D.

Okay, I'll tell Chris.

Mitchell, I need those

capital transfers and banking agreements.

We'll also need to assemble the corporate structure charts,

board governance documentation, and risk disclosures.

This guy's been calling all day.

Do you know a Joey Donovan?

Says he's from Rozzie.

Ronnie Russo.

Damn, Russo, you sound like a bigger pussy now

- than when you were 12. - Holy shit, Joey?

Long time.

Hey, you all right?

Fuck, no!

I'm dyin'.

Jesus, Joey, I'd love to,

but, um, I'm really under water right now.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

No, no, I get it.

I mean, I could try to come up next weekend,

or something?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I probably won't be here, but...

What was that all about?

I gotta go to Boston.

You're kidding.

No, I got somethin' I need to take care of.

What about the audit?

Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow.

Fuck.

No.

Answer me.

Fuck!

Fuck, man.

Hey, Joey,

can you hear me?

It's me, Ronnie.

Be strong, man.

You got this.

I'm here for you, you're gonna be okay.

That's fuckin' beautiful, Russo.

Joey fuckin' Donovan.

That your new pal?

You're an asshole.

I knew you'd come.

This how you stay in such great shape?

Uh, yeah, when I'm not fuckin' your mother.

That's gross.

Come on, man, make yourself comfortable.

Hey, feel free to scoot your buddy onto the floor

and take his spot.

Honestly, I don't think he'd even notice.

He's got, like, zero personality, bro.

Worst roommate.

Hey, I'm just fuckin' with you, Bobby.

You know I think you're a riot.

Go back to sleep, you sick bastard.

Hey, you know what I was just thinkin' about?

What?

Oh, fuck.

Remember that time that I egged the Bannons' house?

I thought we were both doin' it, but then I turned around

and you're already half a block down bookin' it.

I almost got caught, I was laughin' so hard.

You were like fuckin',

you were like fuckin' Flash Gordon.

You know, your face was all serious and shit.

It was like a classic Russo.

That's crazy, I, I don't remember it, but...

You don't remember?

You don't remember?

I remember.

I'll remember for both of us.

So, Rozzie's, uh,

Rozzie's gotten better?

Huh?

Uh, yeah, I guess, I mean, you know, it's, uh,

it's a lot more colorful now, though, so.

Wow.

Wow, really?

That what we're doin'?

No, no, no, you don't understand.

I meant there's a lot more Black people.

- Gotta deal with that shit. - Oh, shit.

- Really? - Morning, Joey.

What's up, Monique?

Hi.

Hey, Monique, do you need me to get out of your way?

- No, you're good. - You're all right.

She's gotta clean my, uh, bullshit here...

Ow, fuck me.

Oh, my bad.

That's good, thank you.

You have a good visit with your friend.

Okay.

Hey, did you see that, she had,

she, like, pushed down, and was fuckin' intentional.

- You deserved it. - Oh, I did, huh?

Well, you know what you deserve?

- What? - You deserve my dick.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

So, what, are you too late for a transplant?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, they,

they told me I had to go to meetings

just to get on the fuckin' list.

- And you didn't? - Fuck that.

- Nah, nah, fuck that. - What the fuck?

Hey, come on.

Shit really worked for my old man, right?

Well, maybe...

I don't know, maybe I, maybe I can talk to someone.

Yeah?

What if I paid for your stay?

You think maybe they'd reconsider, or something?

You're gonna fuckin' buy me a liver?

That's adorable.

It's done, don't worry about it.

You want some water?

Please.

Hey...

you remember Pattie Barry?

Yeah, I think I had a crush on her,

or something?

No, you were fuckin' nuts about her.

No.

- Don't fuckin' lie. - Okay, yeah,

- I remember, I remember her. - Yeah, you do.

Anyway, uh,

me and her got married a while back.

Had a kid.

- You married Pattie? - Yes, relax,

it didn't last too long.

Total cunt.

- Whoa. - Whoa, you got delicate ears?

Well, she won't let me see my son.

Ten fuckin' years now.

What'd you do?

What did I do?

No, I...

I just meant that that's pretty extreme.

So it had to be my fault?

No, bro, I, I...

- Dude, I just didn't... - Just forget it.

- I'm sorry, I'm... - Forget it,

don't worry about it.

Do you think maybe you could, uh,

talk to her for me?

What?

I wanna see my son.

I don't even know her, Joey.

Yeah, I know, but you're like a lawyer, right?

Not that kind.

What's the fuckin' difference?

Look, Joey, that's not why I came here.

Look, I wanna see my son.

Just need you to fuckin' talk to her, that's all.

I got so much work, man, I,

- I just, I can't do it. - Look, Ronnie,

you're my last call,

all right?

I found you in that Google article.

I fuckin' knew you'd help me.

And now you're sittin' there in that fancy fuckin' suit,

and you're tellin' me, what, "No?"

"No?" Fuck that, Russo.

I wanna see my son.

Okay, okay, o... okay.

All right.

I'll talk to her.

Yeah.

Sweet.

It worked.

Yeah, it worked.

Jerk.

Where is she?

JP,

114 Orchard.

Hey, don't tell her you saw me,

okay?

Well, how the hell am I gonna explain goin' to go see her,

or even bring you your damn son?

I don't know.

- You're smarter than me. - Jesus Christ.

- That's not sayin' much. - Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Hey, you wanna stay at my place?

It's the same fuckin' house.

Key's under the gnome out back.

Just don't take 25 years to come back this time, huh?

It's takin' longer than I thought.

I'll check in tomorrow.