State of Grace

How ya doin'?

That's for you.

- You sure you're up for this? - Yeah.

- So, see you tonight, right? - Yeah.

- Everything all right? - Yeah.

- So I'll see you tonight. - OK.

- What happened to you? - What does it look like?

I don't know.

I had this pit bull, right? Joe. Joe the dog.

I go to feed the fuck, right? I put his bowl down, he goes nuts.

Bites my fucking thumb off. 19 stitches.

I'm in the hospital three days.

I get out. I get my gun.

I go to him "You like to bite things?" Bite this. " I put the gun in his mouth.

Bam! I blow him all over the apartment.

- Ever see a dog explode? - They're here.

This neighbourhood's a real shit hole. I don't know why you had to meet here.

We'll do the next meeting at Tavern on the Green, all right?

- How you doin', Noonan? - I'm cold. Let's get this over with.

- Fine. Let's see the stuff. - Show 'em.

- Let's see the money. - We'll take this at a little discount.

- I knew this shit was gonna happen. - This is fucking bullshit.

What are you gonna do? Are you gonna shoot me?

- I'll shoot him. - Don't point that at me.

We'll walk away. This is bullshit.

Give me the bag. I want to shoot you.

Shoot him. I'll take this and get the fuck...

Did you hear what I said? I said give me the fucking bag.

Don't be a fool. Give me the bag. You want to die?

- Shut up. - Want me to shoot him?

- I don't give a fuck. - I'll shoot you now.

Give me the fucking bag!

- Let's go. - Want to fucking get shot?

Give me that fucking bag!

- Jesus Christ... - What happened back there?

- What? - Nothing, right?

I don't... No! No!

- Do you know me? - No, I don't know ya!

All right, put me in a subway station. Go!

He's wearing a silk suit. He's got crocodile shoes.

I said "I don't care what fucking shoes you wear. You're still a crack dealer."

The guy says "I didn't know I was in your neighbourhood, man."

Like his balls were in his throat.

"Don't go to pieces" I tell him. Then he gets the joke.

- Who the fuck is this? - What do you want?

- Whatever you're having. - Fuck you.

Trying to hurt my feelings? Won't introduce me to your friends?

- Terry? - That took you fucking long enough.

Terry Noonan. Terry.

- Terry Noonan. - Hey, motherfucker.

You fuckin'... Come here, come here.

Where you fuckin' been, man? Oh, man.

- It's great to fucking see ya. - Hey.

This is my best fucking friend. See, I love this fucking guy.

Where you been, fucking Mars? You're looking good.

I gotta take my lord here for a stroll.

- I gotta talk to you. - Wanna go somewhere?

- Yeah. - OK.

Hey, catch you guys later, all right?

Give me this, give me this.

You're a fucking prick.

Where'd our fucking neighbourhood go? I don't even recognise the place.

A bunch of yuppie condos. They could've left ten blocks for the Irish.

They don't even want to call it Hell's Kitchen no more.

Renamed it Clinton. Sounds like a fucking steamboat.

These guys you dropped.

- The guy you were with, this... - My partner? DeMarco.

DeMarco? Can you trust him?

He might as well have done it himself, Jack. Who's he gonna tell?

Who's he gonna tell? Anybody he fucking wants.

Terry, this guy, this DeMarco,

he gets into a little trouble with the cops, right?

He'd trade everything he knows about you for a slice of pizza.

Wake up.

Would you ask Mikey if he'd throw me something?

Mikey met with a little accident.

So did Flynn. Frankie's running the show now.

- Frankie's the boss? - My big brother is the boss.

- Frank's the boss? - Yeah.

He's trying to put this deal together with the Italians. This guy Borelli.

- Joe Borelli? - You heard of him?

We're like that.

- Hey, you want another beer? - I'd love one.

Cheers.

Is your sister still around?

No, Kate moved way the fuck uptown.

- You wouldn't recognise her. - Yeah?

Terry.

Check this out.

- What the fuck is that? - It's...

It's Frankie's idea. You got your favourite gun, right?

He got tired of tossing away a perfectly good piece after every job.

You take your hands,

and you take your gun.

You put the prints on the gun, you stash it.

The cops find the gun. They're lookin' for a dead man.

- This is somebody's hands?! - Yeah.

- What are you touching 'em for?! - Terry, meet Flynn.

Don't fuck with me. No, don't fuck with me.

Don't! Don't! You're gonna get... Fuck!

- That's somebody's hands! - Are you scared?

- Get the fuck...! - All right, hands up.

- Put 'em back. - They're in. They're in.

- They're in. All right? - You're a sick pup.

- I know. - You're a very sick pup.

What's this? Come here.

Sweet.

See this gun I got here? I love this fucking gun.

- I usually shoot straight when I'm drunk. - You mean you were aiming?

Thank God you're back. I was feeling like the last fucking Irishman in the Kitchen.

Terry, you've been away too long. You gotta wake up.

Never do business with a greaser. The cops get him, they got an eyewitness.

And an eyewitness puts you away. Unless it's around here.

The cops can't do shit around here.

Now, me and Frankie took this union guy out last year.

Went up to him on the street, popped his button.

There must've been 50 witnesses.

Cops were all over the Kitchen asking questions.

This one asshole raised his hand.

Cops found his head spinning inside a washer-dryer over on 47th.

Haven't heard from the cops in a year.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Jackie, where the hell were you? - Kate.

I waited for you. You said you'd come by.

- When? - You don't remember?

- At my apartment. - You shouldn't have moved so far away.

She moved all the fucking way uptown. Who can get there?

Oh, right. You get above the 50s, you get disoriented.

Hello, Kathleen.

- Well. - It's Terry Noonan. He showed up.

- Look what the cat dragged in. - How are you?

I thought you were... Where did we think he was?

Nobody knew.

So, you got nostalgic for mayhem?

Yeah, he just appeared.

It's like angels were flying by, so they dropped him off.

- What? - What do you mean, what?

You've got this look. What's this look?

Trying to remember how I feel about you.

- That hard? - Yeah, right.

- I think I'm pissed. - Yeah, you guys were, you know.

Young. Very young.

She cried a lot when you went away. My poor little sister.

She cried every night, praying to the rosary you'd come back.

- You broke her heart, Terry. - You're an asshole, Jackie.

- What did I do? - I gotta go.

Stay. Have some coffee.

- You just got here. - I gotta go to work.

Come on. I never see you. Just for a minute.

- Terry asked about you. - What did he want to know?

She works up at the Regent Hotel.

Ashtray in the lobby costs more than my car.

It's a supernatural event for her to come down here amongst us.

So, what was it I forgot?

You said it would be no trouble doing that favour I asked you.

My car got hit by a cab. I used up all my money to pay for it.

- I have nothing to live on till payday. - I can loan you right now.

She likes our money, but not the way we get it.

Why don't you keep it? Keep your money.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

Sometimes my feelings get hurt too, you know? The way you snub us.

Take the money, Kathleen.

- Come on, take it. - All right. Thank you, Jackie.

You're welcome.

So, Terry.

- You just passin' through? - No. He's coming home.

We're trying to work something out.

If you get above the 40s, maybe you'll run into me.

It could happen. Right?

- Be up to the angels, I guess. - Them fucks.

- Well, nice to see you... I guess. - Same.

My mother-in-law's got a foot thing I gotta pay for.

- She's got a foot thing. - She's in the hospital.

It isn't up to me, all right?

Hey, Stevie! I got a surprise for you!

Don't bother me. I'm negotiatin'.

- Hey, negotiator! - I don't believe this!

Terry fuckin' Noonan!

- Where the fuck have you been? - Fuck, look at you.

Scary Terry. What the fuck is this?

- You go to the seminary? You don't write. - He's bigger than me now.

- It's been a long time. - Ten years.

- 12 years. - We're doin' business.

Hey, Stevie. 300 bucks here, Stevie. It ain't even gonna cut it.

- Where'd you find these two idiots? - They come lookin' for me.

They take my money. I work my ass off for it and they take it.

Listen. This punk owes Jimmy Cavello eight grand.

Cavello's got cuff links cost more than that.

Eight grand buys Jimmy a Broadway ticket. Let's talk business.

They're out of spumone, you blame the waiter?

What do we have, another mick to contend with? What's going on?

- You heard what I said. - Where you fuckin' been?

The last guinea around here was Columbus. He only lasted a week.

Are you some kind of fuckin' asshole, or just taking lessons?

Hey, I'll kill you!

You want to fuck with me? You want to do that?!

What do you want to do, asshole? Play it out? Let's straighten this out here.

Tommy! Tommy, it's over!

It's over, man!

Cocksucker. Who do you think you're fuckin' with, eh?