Public Morals

All right. Use this one right here...

anybody gives you any shit,

you blow the back of their head right off.

Nobody gives me any shit.

Of course not. And you gotta know, my man,

this here is all dependable shoot right here.

Every last one of these guns is untraceable.

- - Clean like a goddamn whistle.

And if you don't like any of this shit,

I could bring you some other shit.

You know what I'm saying? .22s, .38s, .45s, berettas.

Big old six-shooter. Whatever you need, I got it.

- I like this one. - That's a nice choice.

Plain and simple. Steady and true.

Can never go wrong with a Smith & Wesson.

- All right. Good doing business with you. - Mm-hmm.

Now if you need anything in terms of firepower, you let me know.

You need shotguns, I got shotguns.

You need hand grenades, machine guns, explosives.

You let me know. I got it.

You wanna blow up a goddamn car,

I'll set you up. Give you no shit

to send a car over the river into New Jersey, no sweat.

We're done here.

All right. You need anything,

you know where to find me.

- Yes, I do. -

Yeah.

Pow.

Sean, it's your cousin! Open up.

One second! I just gotta put on some drawers.

Go inside,

and don't come out until I tell ya.

All right, I'm coming.

Hey.

Please tell me you're not that friggin' stupid.

Because I need to know if I put my trust...

- - In a complete moron.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You have no idea what I'm talking about?

No, you told me to cut off things with Duffy, and I did.

Do you take me for some kind of jerkoff,

and did something happen between your mother

- and father last night? - No. No. Why? What are you getting at?

If you got something you need to tell me,

you can tell me, okay? I will go to the grave with it.

But I need to know right now.

Terry, I swear, I have no idea

what the hell you're talking about. Now what happened?

Somebody got to your father last night.

They pulled him out of the east river

a couple of hours ago.

- How about that? - Yeah, how about that?

Somebody did my dirty work for me.

Hey. I need a straight answer right now.

If you did this, I can make it go away,

but in order to do that, I need the truth,

and I want it right now.

Terry... I give you my word.

I had no part in it.

But I will drink to it.

- Hello? - Hey, T. It's me, Suzie.

Um, I'm sorry to call this early.

I'm just s-so scared to go home.

Can I come over to your place?

- Why? What's wrong? - I'll tell you when I see you.

- Can I come over, please? - Depends. What's going on?

I... Saw something I shouldn't have seen.

Just tell me what happened, Suze.

I saw Mr. O. get killed last night.

Holy shit. Where'd it happen?

Jesus Christ, I will tell you when I see you.

Can I come over, please, T.?

Okay. Yeah.

I think his place is up here, right?

Ah, there's the mope now.

Look at him.

Smitty!

I'm outta here.

Hey!

Yo, Smitty.

- What do you say, asshole, huh? - Hey.

What do you know, Smitty? Huh? What do you got?

I don't know nothin'. Nothin'. Not yet. Not yet.

Nothin', huh? Not a clue, huh?

Yeah, uh, I don't know...

Look, I just found out myself a few hours ago, man.

I'm in shock. He was a friend of mine.

Mr. O. was my friend.

I don't know who would do somethin' like this to him.

Yeah, because he was such a prince of a guy, right?

Yeah, take a stab in the dark.

You know... you know, not for nothin',

maybe it was your cousin Sean.

Are you lookin' to get your teeth knocked in, Smitty?

What's the matter with you, huh? You ain't got no other brilliant ideas?

- Duffy... that kid Duffy... - Hey, stop jerking us off!

- He was in the pool hall... - Hey!

He had words with Mr. O. a couple of days ago.

I know my uncle was getting restless.

I know he was unhappy with the arrangement

you guys had with the big guy.

And I'm wondering, do you think Patton found out about that?

- Why would you think that? - Because he told me you dopes

- were thinking about making a move. - I wasn't thinking anything like that.

I told him it was a bad idea.

It was that kid, Richie Kane.

He was putting all that bullshit,

- talking about taking over. - I do not give a shit whose idea it was.

Did something happen to give Patton a reason to whack him?

No, not that I know of.

Well, I hope not for your sake,

'cause the last thing any of us need

is some kind of bullshit war.

Yeah, a war that youse can't possibly win.

- You understand that, right, dummy? -

You hear somethin', Smitty, you be in touch.

I couldn't agree more, Terry. You know I'm a gambler.

You know me. I'm just in it for the money.

Grandpa?

I'm in here, sweetheart.

Can I have some money to go away with friends this weekend?

Well, that depends upon where you're going.

We're going to Saratoga to visit Jane at school.

Ha! You're hanging with your...

proddie aristocratic friends again, are ya?

You're the one who sent me to Spence.

Oh.

And I promise I won't get into trouble again.

Oh, don't promise me that. You're a Patton.

You'll be always getting into trouble.

You wanna promise me something,

promise me you won't get caught.

Of course, Grandpa. I learned my lesson.

Ah, oh, sure you did.

- Thank you. - Be careful.

Mm-hmm. Well, if it isn't Laurel and Hardy.

Yeah, good mornin' to you, too, Rose.

Of all the nutjobs and head cases

I've dealt with over the years,

she's the one that'll be the death of me.

Where the hell is Rusty?

I couldn't find him this mornin'.

And you want me to give him more responsibility.

If he wasn't my son, we'd have been done with him long ago.

Yeah, no, he's just been out a couple of months.

Give him a break.

Stop making goddamn excuses for him.

He's an irresponsible shit, and you know it.

How the hell do you think he went to jail

in the first place?

All right. What do you know about this Mr. O. situation?

Nothing yet.

What about our friends in homicide?

They got nothin'.

And you got nothin', too?

I got my guys looking into it.

Well, we'd better find out something fast.

Mr. O. may have been an asshole,

but it's gonna look bad if we don't deal with this promptly.

We got any leads?

Nothing yet, but the guy had a long list of enemies.

Yeah, he made new ones every day.

- You gotta have some ideas, Terry. - Yeah, I got a few,

but quite honestly, as far as I'm concerned,

he dug his own grave a long time ago.

- What does Sean say about him? - Sean feels the same way I do.

His father was a piece of shit, and he got what he deserved.

Regardless, the boss wants you

to work with Battalina to find out who's behind this.

We don't need this to blow up on us.

I got no problem with that. Tony B. is a friend.

Listen, we gotta talk to Patton's people,

- find out who's stepping in for him. - It's gonna be his son Rusty

- now that he's back in the picture. - Nah, nah, nah.

Don't be so sure of that.

Rusty's a leg breaker. He's not a businessman.

Bull, you and I will take a ride over there later today.

We'll see what we can find out.

But either way, let's hope this is an isolated incident,

not the start of something bigger.

- Your mouth to God's ears. - Another thing... Bull,

I want you to tag along with Petey Mac

and Shea tonight, try to get to know him.

Just try to get a better read on what we're dealing with here.

Didn't I already tell you guys this kid's a jerkoff?

And I think I said the kid was okay.

Look, Terry, I'm not looking to rock the boat here.

I know you say you had the talk with the kid,

- and you think he's okay. - But you still have some concerns.

No, I'm just saying we're not there yet.

Yeah, there's too much at stake here, Terry.

All right, why don't you take him to Harry Hardware's tonight?

All right? I'll meet up with you guys afterwards.