Public Morals

You thought you could hide this from us, huh?

I found it stuffed in the garbage in the bathroom.

You know what? Do you... do you want a beer?

'Cause I'll go get you a beer. Because by the looks of this,

you must've been drunk all semester.

I just can't believe that you are okay

with this being representative of you.

This report card tells the world who you are

- and what you're capable of. - It's not that bad.

- It's not that bad? - So you're comfortable with these grades?

I did the best that I could. The best you could?

Let's see, we got four Cs, a D, and an F. That's your best?

Classes were much harder this year.

Well, class is hard when you're not paying attention

to the teacher all day long,

'cause you're too busy acting like a jerk-off!

But you know what? If you're okay being a dummy

in addition to being the class clown, be my guest.

Go hang out on the street corner,

get drunk with all the other dopes,

and hopefully, I won't be there on the night you get locked up.

Oh, yeah, and another thing...

you can kiss those Knick tickets goodbye.

James, we shouldn't have to ride you

to do your homework and study for your tests.

You should want to do it on your own.

You should want to get a report card with straight As.

We know you're capable of it. You've done it before.

He's too tough on me, Mom, and you know it.

I know that he's tough on you, but this is different.

And even I'm not gonna let you get away with this.

An F in religion. Great, thanks.

Now I'm gonna have to hear from Sister Paul.

Muldoon: So what's this I hear

you're helping out with some prostitute?

- Oh, where'd you hear that? - From Johanson.

Although he did not tell me who this handsome devil is.

Yeah, that's funny.

Nah, it's just... you remember the, uh, blond,

the schoolteacher we grabbed a few weeks ago?

Yeah, yeah, I figured it might be her.

Yeah, I just told her, you know, if she ever needed any help

to give me a call, that's it.

But what on earth would ever possess you do to that, Bull?

Unless, of course, you're looking to jump

- into the sack with her... - No.

Which I pray to God you are not.

No, no, no, it's not like that.

I just... I felt bad for her.

You felt bad for her? Now I feel bad for you.

Tony B.!

Ha! And here I thought

I was done with these mad dog Irishmen.

- What do you say? - Hey, Terry.

- Bull, thanks for coming down. - Tony.

You must've pissed somebody off in a past life, my friend.

Yeah, well, payback's a bitch.

- Curtis, could you uncover him, please? - Yes, Sir.

Look, Terry, Bull,

I figured you might know this hump, huh?

We found him on the West Side.

Look who it is. Jim Sullivan.

I must've collared this mutt 20 times.

Yeah, he was part of my uncle's crew.

Smitty's right hand, too.

Yeah, well, we found him in the passenger seat

of Smitty's brand-new Cadillac.

Apparently, the poor bastard just bought it that day.

Yeah. And what about Smitty?

Nah, nah, nah, he's nowhere to be found.

But, but... His car was parked

across the street from Walker's tavern.

- Oh, that's Bob Davis' place. - Yeah, that's a Patton spot.

They got a weekly card game going back for 20 years.

Yeah, well, Davis was a no-show at work today,

and his bartender, of course, he knows nothing.

That figures. I know where Davis lives, though.

We'll pay him a visit after we get out of here.

Hey, you got any idea about, uh, Smitty's whereabouts, Tony?

Look, the way I figure it,

he gets out of his car to meet someone,

maybe on the corner.

Most likely inside Walker's tavern.

He comes out, sees this guy get shot in the head,

and he takes off.

- Yeah, maybe payback for that double homicide last week. - Yeah.

Well, I mean, what do you think, Terry?

I mean, you know these mopes better than me.

Look, it's hard to know where the lines are drawn

with these psychos, or who the allegiances are with.

It could be retaliation for Rogers and O'Reilly

or it could be the same guys who whacked 'em.

Yeah, you never friggin' know.

And all these skells work for Patton's operation,

- including your uncle. - So what are you saying?

It's somebody from the outside lookin' to take 'em out?

- Maybe somebody from the inside. - Yeah, maybe Smitty.

Nah, Smitty's gone.

- We're not gonna hear from him again. - Huh.

Somebody inside Patton's organization,

if not Patton himself.

- Hello? - Lookin' for the Big Guy.

The Big Guy?

No, there's nobody here by that name.

Isn't this Joseph Patton's number?

Yes, it is.

Then who am I speaking with?

His granddaughter Rosemary.

Oh, Rosemary.

You probably don't remember me,

but I knew you when you were just a little girl.

- I knew your father, too. - Wish I could say the same.

Apple doesn't fall far, I see.

Please let your grandfather know

that Mike Muldoon is on the phone.

Hold on a second.

Grandpa?

It's Mike Muldoon.

Well, there's a hell of a beginning to the day.

Give it.

Sergeant Mike, how the hell are ya?

I was wondering if you'd be available

for that drink we discussed.

Do you know, Mike, I think today might be

a perfect day for that drink.

Where do you hang your hat these days?

We're up in Woodlawn,

but I'd gladly come down into the city.

No, no, no, Jesus, don't stir yourself.

No, it'll be nice to have a-a bit of a day in the country.

Okay, Big Guy, grab a pencil. I'll give you the address.

You know, that thing that we were talking about earlier,

I just want you to know, it ain't that big a deal.

- Yeah, what's that? - The thing, the girl.

You mean, the Hooker?

Yeah, just... you don't have to worry about it.

Look, if you're not banging this broad,

then I'm not worrying. It's right here.

You know, my mother she breaks my balls enough, you know that?

So you're trying to tell me that you're not banging her?

No.

- But you want to. - What's the matter with you?

- You don't wanna bang her? - Are you kidding me?

- Who is it? - Hey, Davis, it's Terry Muldoon. Open up.

Yeah, sure, Terry, hang on a second.

Open the goddamn door!

I'm comin'.

Muldoon: Hey, asshole, let's go!

Yeah, here goes.

Jesus Christ! Are you all right?

I'm good. Go get that son of a bitch!

You're a dead man, Davis!

Shit!

- Did you get him?! - No, he's gone.

- What about you? You all right? - I'm good.

Go see if that hump's got a bottle of whiskey, will ya?

Yeah, all right.

Let me see what he's got, you crazy...

son of a bitch!

How long you been out here, Michael?

About 20 years.

Ina was done with the city.

Well, the city's changed since we were kids.

It keeps right on changing.

All the money you got,

and you never bought yourself a country house?

I was terrified I'd leave the neighborhood for 15 minutes,

the vultures would snatch it away from me.

- I never even took a vacation. - Not even with Ruth?

No, she was desperate to go back to the old country for a bit.

I never gave it to her. God forgive me.

Well, you're not dead yet, Big Guy, you know?

You ought to treat yourself before the ride is over.

You ever wonder

what your life would've been like

if you'd done something completely different?

No, I always loved the job.

You know what I really wanted to do?

Enlighten me.

I wanted to be an actor.

An actor?

The great big red Patton...

Secretly dreamed of being George M. Cohan?

Yeah, that's...

that's why I let my middle boy, Gerry...

- do you remember Gerry? - Yeah, I do.

He wanted to pursue his dream in California,

and I encouraged him.

I didn't wanna be like my old man,

who beat my dream out of me.

Jesus, listen to me, will ya?

I'm like some old woman rattling her beads

and moaning about her life.

God.

We all get sentimental in our old age.

Now that you've indulged me

and all my bullshit about old times,

why am I here?

I need to find my brother-in-law John's killer.

Why do you think I can help you?