Memory of a Killer

Previously on Memory of a Killer.

- (Gunshot) 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.

Those are for Mom's birthday?

I'm going to put them on her headstone.

It's just that I miss her so much.

How's he doing, 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.

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

I don't deserve to die!

I really do love it here.

It's quiet.

It's peaceful.

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.

Oh. Nice.

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.

Oh, I'm doing my best over here.

Ang, don't forget the parmesan.

- Yes, Chef. 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?

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?

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.

Here. Want one?

Here we go.

Wow.

It's beautiful as always.

Beethoven.

It helps me think.

Feeling alright?

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.

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.

Hi, JB.

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. Or sharper.

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

It's not fatal. Me?

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.

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.

One more. One more. Okay.

This is, uh, "Can I...

have... your... number?"

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