Get Carter

No.

Shh.

Hello, Mr. Davis.

My name is Jack Carter, and you don't want to know me.

Ugh!

I know it's one just guy talking, but I'll be honest with you.

I don't understand what the big freaking deal is. I don't.

Listen asshole, I told Fletcher I was gonna get him the money.

- You shut up! - Ugh!

Give me a break, Jack.

You haven't seen the guy in, what, four, five years?

He kicks and now suddenly you give a shit?

You Father Mulcahy?

I'm so not buying this, it's not even funny, kemo sabe.

My little brother is dead.

He left a family, so I'm going. I owe him.

Let me get this. Now you owe him?

Here's the bad news: It's a little late.

Listen, the therapy session is good, you know? You need it...

but why don't I go somewhere else? I'm gonna talk to...

You sit here and you shut your mouth...

or this is going to the next level, you got that?

"Next level"? What is that? A catch phrase or something?

Catch phrase?

Jack, come on.

Take it easy or you'll give yourself a fucking heart attack.

Fletcher wants your ass here. He's made that very clear to you.

I'm like a broken record.

If you don't take care of business...

the business will take care of you.

- I'm taking care of business. - Whatever.

- What time is your flight? - I'm not flying.

- I beg your pardon? - Not flying, Connie.

Uh-huh. You got something special working there?

What? Knives, guns, flamethrowers?

Something you're not telling Con-a-won-a-doo-da-day?

I'm back in a couple of days.

Right. But, Jack?

What are you doing here?

I came to pay my respects.

He could've used your respect while he was alive.

Is Doreen around?

Yeah, she's around.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord, which made Heaven and Earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:

He that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper.

The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil.

He shall preserve thy going out...

and thy coming in from this day forth...

and even for evermore. Amen.

How you doing? I'm Jack, Richie's brother.

Oh, shit, man. Hi, I'm Eddie.

I worked with him over at the George.

Eddie, let me ask you a question:

- Was my brother into something? - Richie? No, man.

He wasn't that type of guy.

I'm very sorry about your father.

Don't feel sorry for me.

You don't know me.

You're a picture on a piano.

Hey.

Hold up, would you?

I couldn't help noticing you. You stand out in a crowd.

I'm Jack, Richie's brother.

Oh.

- I'm real sorry. He was a great guy. - Yeah.

So, uh, where'd you know Richard from?

Around the bar.

You know how it goes.

No.

Why don't you tell me?

I don't know you well enough to get personal.

You think something happened...

between the time you saw him and the accident?

I don't know. Maybe, I guess.

But you'd know if something was up.

Shit, man, I don't know. I guess. Yeah, maybe.

Jack, that is enough!

It's enough.

What are you gonna do, rough me up?

I like to be alone.

Sure.

I'm fine, all right? I just came out for a smoke.

You know, Doreen, you don't know me very well, and what you do know...

you don't like much.

I'm gonna be here over the weekend, so if you need anything at all...

I'll be staying at the Mercer Hotel, okay?

He didn't drink. What?

My dad.

He wouldn't drink and drive.

So, what do you think happened?

I don't know.

Maybe...

I don't know. Forget it.

He's dead, right? What's it matter?

Tell my mom I'll be home later.

What'd I tell you? What'd I say?

Which part of "I can't let you go" did you not under-fucking-stand?

This is your job.

This is not a freaking charity case. You do your job!

I want your butt down here tomorrow.

I am the boss, Jack! Okay?

Got me?

I can't believe you guys kept this cat.

Richie and I used to hide stuff from our mom underneath all the cookies.

I'm pretty sure she knew, but I don't think she really cared. Heh.

So were you two guys okay?

- What? - I mean you and Richie...

I mean, before the accident, were you two getting along okay?

- What kind of question is that? - It's just a question.

Was he drinking a lot more? More than normal?

What? Jack...

Eddie said he didn't see him drink much.

Doreen said he wouldn't drink and drive. I'm just...

Oh, Jack. What are you doing?

- What? - Why do you care all of a sudden?

Because he's dead?

Where were you before?

He was your brother. You disappeared on him, and now he's gone.

So, what am I supposed to do?

Take a trip down memory lane with you?

Catch you up on how he's doing?

What do you think you're gonna do, come and fix things?

You don't fix things.

You break things.

Remember?

Hello, it's Connie. It's me.

Jack! What do you say?

Fucking white of you to call. Fletcher ripped me a new asshole.

- You on your way back? - I'm staying a while.

Come on, look.

Who do you think is taking the heat? We're partners.

You're screwed, I'm screwed. He wants you.

- You need a written invitation? - I got some things to do.

Okay, here's the truth as I know it.

I don't know how much longer I can cover your ass.

- We gonna see Fletcher? - Absolutely.

We are there.

You got something to say? What do you want to say?

It's time to chop it up with the big dog.

Because I'm hearing talk, Jack. People are talking.

About you and Audrey. I don't know if I can keep it from him.

They must be hearing it from you.

- (OVER PHONE) Am I right? - You simple bitch!

I'm covering your ass. Do you hear me?

- I'm covering your ass! Better cover your own ass.

Which way is Brumby's office?

Listen, I don't want to hear you can't find it.

This was supposed to be done.

A guy died the other night.

Can you hold on a second?

Can I help you?

I'm Jack Carter. Richie's brother.

I'll call you right back.

Christ. I'm, uh, sorry I wasn't at the funeral.

Never could take them.

Would you like some, uh, coffee or something?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

He was a good bloke, Richie was.

Saved my ass a lot of money just by doing a solid job.

How long was he running this place for you?

Since we've been up. About five years.

- Five years and no problems? - None.

No enemies?

Well, not that I know of. I mean, he was an easygoing sort of bloke.

Does he seem like a guy to get drunk...

and go out driving in a rainstorm?

- Not to me. - Me neither.

Where is this going?

I think he was taken out.

Taken out?

Richie?

Why would you say that?

There's something you're not telling me.

- What the hell does that mean? - Relax.

I don't like hard cases coming in and talking like I know something.

If someone's putting out something about me, I want to know who.

And when I know what and who...

I might just take the matter up with you, Jack. Mightn't I?

You're a big man, but you're out of shape.

With me, it's a full-time job. So please, sit down.

Thank you.

I know you got security cameras around the bar.

Did the police ask to look at the tapes?

Why would they? It was drunk driving.

Mind if I do?

That's got the, uh, whole night on it. Did you talk to Geraldine?

Who's Geraldine?

Oh, Christ. How am I gonna put this?

She was his, uh, lady on the side, his innamorata.

You know this for sure?

What can I tell you? It wasn't a big thing.

Not many people knew about it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING AND TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Cyrus.