Flinch

You guys go down. I'll hang it here.

All right, be right back.

Look at this.

What is this, a morgue?

Okay, wait here.

Gentlemen.

What...

Check the breaker!

- What the fuck is going on?

Hey, Lou!

Lou!

Lou, where the fuck are you?

You know, all those locks aren't necessary, right?

-You're late. -You got 20 locks in that door, Mom.

It's still made out of cardboard.

I don't care. When I'm home alone, I don't feel safe.

Nobody knows where we live, Ma. I told you that.

Look at these houses on the water.

My God.

When are we gonna get one like that, Joey? Hmm?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO CONTINUES]

I'm glad you're home safe.

Don't forget to brush your teeth.

Yeah, Mom.

What do you think?

Today's gonna be a good one?

Or a bad one?

I'm gonna go see Lee, all right?

Be careful.

Come on in.

-Hey, Barry. -Gary.

Let's go. Back here.

All right? Take care. I'll see ya.

Okay?

Oh, my God!

Look at you.

How you been, man?

This hay fever's gonna... I got to get out of California.

This is killing me. I want to get back to Staten Island.

Yeah? -Yeah.

I wanna put a match to this

-fucking place. -

-Well, I like the beard. I like it. -You like this?

Yeah, very, uh, rabbinical.

It's good to see you smile.

I'd like to get a bigger smile from you.

Huh?

I like to put a smile on your face.

Okay?

Thank you, man.

Thank you.

I got something for you to do. I need it done right away.

Real fast.

-Joey fucking Doyle. -

Joey! What's going on, Doyle?

Give us a little...

All right, all right. All right.

Everything's here.

Lee. I can't do this.

-I can't. -Huh?

I can't do the job.

I don't think I heard right.

Did I hear right?

Am I hearing things, Jimmy?

No, I... Look, guys, I just did a job for you guys.

I don't do work that quick.

I don't.

That's not what your father would say.

You know, uh, I did your father favors, he did me favors.

Took care of each other.

You know that, don't you?

-Yeah. -He let me down.

He got me very upset.

I didn't do anything, did I?

You know why?

Because he's like family to me, like a son.

With all due respect to my son here, you're like a son to me.

Don't disappoint me.

Don't do that.

All right, you're not going to break my heart here.

You're gonna make me cry.

Yeah, good boy.

Okay, we're going to go to the party?

Huh? You hungry?

-You wanna eat? Yeah, let's eat.

-Make him a sandwich. -

Hey, man.

-This thing, I don't... -Yeah, it jams a lot.

You take the magazine out.

-You got it? That's all it is? -You're good.

-Will it do it again? -No.

-You sure? -Yeah, yeah.

Not gonna shoot myself, right?

[EMPTY BULLET SHELLS CLANKING]

All right, man.

-Take care. -Take care.

Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive.

Please bless the hands of whom has prepared it.

Dear Lord, thank you for protecting my son, Joey.

And please remain to keep the sword over him.

Please bless Joey's father,

as we offer him up into your mercy

through Jesus' name. Amen.

Amen.

-Mmm. Good shit, Ma. -Good one?

What did I tell you about cursing at the table?

I'm sorry.

Great fucking food.

-I mean good food, Ma. -

You're a jackass.

One of my better ones.

Yeah.

Mmm.

[SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ON TV]

Buty ou're not strong enough yet.

Who says I'm not?

Billy, you mustn't. You'll hurt yourself.

Then why don't you quit wrestling with me?

I gave him three fucking chances already.

I mean, all the chances I've given him...

if he doesn't want to do it, then tell him to fuck off. I'm not doing it!

-I'm not doing it for nobody. That's it. -

We're not doing it!

The greatest victory is that

that requires for an enemy who is not

will be victorious.

Learn the principle.

The warrior who is distracted

is sure to perish.

War is a grave affair of state.

[MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON STREET]

[SERENE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hey, Mia. Hey, Sam.

Just picking up for Ed.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

-Coffee? -Yeah.

-Hey, boss. -Mmm?

-Wrong phone. -Excuse me?

You took the lady's phone.

-Uh, no, I didn't. -You did.

-But I didn't. -He's right. My phone's not here.

Oh.

Yeah, well, sorry, man.

Busy day, rushing around.

Don't apologize to me, man.

Sorry.

Appreciate it.

Take care.

Yeah, you too.

No phones at the table.

[MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

And lies in wait for an enemy. Learn the principle of his activity.

Mia! Where's the Wilshire files?

-They're in your office. -No, they're not in my office.

Find them. I need them right now.

I put them on your desk.

-Well, they're not there. -

-They're not here. -Look for them.

-Find them right fucking now! -I'm looking.

-When I say I need something... -Okay.

...I don't need it in 30 minutes. I need it now.

Find those fucking files.

I don't give a shit where you guys are.