Run All Night

I've done terrible things in my life.

Things for which I can never be forgiven.

I betrayed friends...

turned my back on the ones closest to me.

Gabriela!

I've always known that my sins would eventually catch up to me.

No sin goes unpunished in this life.

Your life doesn't flash before your eyes when you're dying.

That's bullshit.

It's your regrets that haunt you in your final moments.

Everything you failed to be.

Everyone you letdown.

Run!

Everything you'd go back and change...

if only you had more time.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY ON SPEAKERS)

Look who's up. Sleeping Beauty.

You were farting in your sleep again, you know that?

How would I know that, dickhead? I was sleeping.

More like dead to the world. - (ALL LAUGHING)

- Danny in yet? - In the office.

- Here he goes. Here he goes. He's fucked.

Go on.

He's chasing her around the house with his thing all night.

Finally she goes:

"How is titty-fucking me gonna make my tits any bigger?"

Boyfriend says, "Hey, baby, it beats me, but it worked on your ass."

All right, there you go.

- Merry Christmas. I appreciate that, Danny.

Thank you.

Get out of here. Shit, shower, and shave time for me.

Hot date tonight? Little grab-ass under the mistletoe?

I wish.

I'm introducing my father to some new business partners.

Been working on it for about nine months, finally he agrees to hear me out.

Hey, he's a busy man, your father. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no shit.

- All right. See you later, fellas. See you.

- Hey, guys. - What's up, Jimmy? How you doing?

- Christ! Can I get one moment to myself? - Hey, Danny.

Hey. What do you want?

I talked to your father this morning...

and the heater blew over at my place.

He told me to ask you about a loan.

- A loan? - Yeah.

- Or a handout? Ha-ha-ha. - Heh.

Nah, it's just a loan.

Why he keeps you around, I got no idea.

All right. How much do you need?

About 800.

I don't know what "about 800" means, Jimmy. Give me a number.

- 800? - There you go.

- All right. - Thanks, Danny.

Oh! You know, McCauley, the son of a bitch canceled on me.

I need a Santa for a Christmas party this afternoon.

- Santa Claus? - Yeah.

- Aw, jeez, Danny, I... - You'll be great.

- Find someone else, huh? I gotta get home. - Yeah. I'll get somebody else.

You freeze your little nuts off.

Come on, Danny.

You see that? You see that switch?

I switch, and then I get out. And then you're out.

- You control him with the jab. - Yeah.

- All right? - Right.

Put the phone down. Watch me with your own eyes. Okay?

What the fuck, man?

Oh, shit! Yo!

- Yo, look at his face. - Sorry, man.

Get the fuck out of here.

- You started it. Walk of shame.

Yo, Mike, you knocked him the fuck out.

- Hey, what'd I tell you about talking like that? - My bust.

- See how I kept my elbows tight? - I saw them.

Gotta be careful fighting Garrity. He wants to push you against the ropes.

Just give him one of these. Knock his shit-talking mouth right out.

Sorry. It slipped.

Go ahead, Legs.

Gonna find out real soon how fast it can all slip away.

- Relax. I was just messing around. - That's your problem.

You got all the talent in the world and all you wanna do is mess around.

I'm told you're a man of influence, Mr. Maguire...

and that nothing moves in or out of this borough without your approval.

And my employers are looking for a partner to help bring our product into the city.

We use our contacts in the union, Pop.

Three bins a month...

dockworkers know which bins are coming in...

and all they gotta do is make sure they pass through without inspection.

What exactly is your product?

Heroin.

Ninety-nine percent pure.

The very best in the world.

And my son told you I'd be interested in this?

Very interested.

The business has changed, Mr. Grezda.

Twenty years ago, I made a living, the same way we all did.

Couple big scores a year...

but mostly I was a grinder.

Now, you want to lay down on a few ballgames, you came to me.

You want to open up a butcher shop and the bank said "fuck you" on a loan...

you came to me.

You know what that butcher shop is today?

- No. - An Applebee's.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I've had to adapt to the times.

I am a legitimate businessman now.

Heh. I know your business, Mr. Maguire.

That's why I'm here.

You're wasting your time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. Wait! Come on, now.

Pop, just listen to what he has to say.

- You haven't heard the offer yet. - Two million up front.

After that, you'll receive 20% of all the product you allow to pass through the port.

The answer's no.

Take the night to think it over. Once you've considered it more carefully...

you'll realize the mistake you are making.

How do you think I survived in this business for 35 years?

Everyone I came up with is either dead...

or locked up in federal prison waiting to be buried.

I don't make mistakes.

It's Christmastime.

My friends are here to celebrate with me.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Take this shit with you.

My old man. I don't even know what just happened.

We paid you to guarantee your father's support.

Let me talk to him, all right? I'll get it all figured out.

I'll be stopping by your house tonight to pick up our money.

You know what happens if you don't have it.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas, guys.

Fucking garbage. I hate Albanians.

What the fuck was that?

- Did you even listen to what he had to say? - That's not our business, Danny.

Shut your mouth. I'm talking to my father.

What's the problem, Danny?

The problem is, all I ever hear out of your mouth...

is when am I gonna pull my weight.

And now I bring you a piece of business, a good piece of business...

And you're mad because I let it walk out the door.

- Yeah. - When I was younger...

somebody made me the same proposal.

I made so much money bringing cocaine into the city...

I had to rent a storage unit to store all the cash.

The problem was, everybody got hooked on the shit.

I watched my friends rot away in front of me until I couldn't recognize them anymore.

I had to kill people I loved because I couldn't trust them.

Not enough money in the world to pull me back in.

Pop, I made promises to these people.

I can't just walk away.

You made a mess.

It's time somebody other than me cleaned it up.

One, two...

three, four...

- Lily, what are you doing in here? - Five, six...

Shh. I'm hiding from Catelyn.

Nine, ten.

- Is she in here? - Is who in here?

She's over there.

- I see you. - It doesn't count!

- You have to tag me! - I said I see you.

Doesn't count unless you tag her. It doesn't count unless you tag her.

- Tag! You got tagged.

Get ready. We're going to Uncle Ricky's house.

Go on. Get your butts in that room.

- I thought you were off. - I was. Till somebody broke her wrist...

- falling off the gym. - You're not coming to dinner?

I can pay the hospital bill or go to dinner. What do you want?

To do what you promised. You said Friday...

Don't tell me what I said. I know what I said.

Fine. I don't want you there anyway if you're gonna act like an asshole.

Hey! Come on.

- Hey. - Hmm.

- Come on. I'm sorry. - You better be.

- What're you working on? - It's for the baby.

Show him what our lives were like before he came along. You like it?

- I'm sorry. I forgot to take it out. - No, it's all right.

There.

Now I won't have to see him for another five years.

We want Santa! We want Santa!

Jimmy?

- The kids are waiting for you. - Yeah, I know. I'm coming.

We want Santa! We want Santa!

And a Bitty Baby...

- and a Barbie Power Wheels car... - Mm.

And a Nintendo 3DS.

- Yeah. - And a Hello Kitty backpack...

Merry Christmas. There you go.

But I wasn't finished.

I'll read this on the way back to the North Pole, okay?

- There you go. - Whose idea was it to get Jimmy to do this?

Okay. Who's next? Huh?

This little girl.

What's your name, sweetie?

- Kristen. - Kristen.

Mommy? Santa smells funny.

Do you think Mommy wants to sit on Santa's other knee?

I think Mommy's a little too big.

Oh, Santa can make lots of room on here.

That's my wife, Jimmy.

Frank.

It's Christmas.

Give me a call if you wanna break the Irish curse.