Full Circle

Yeah.

Fucking Richie chumped out.

How?

Uh, he had him here alone this morning,

and he let him go.

You still there?

Well, where else would I be, Al?

Okay, well, look,

Shelly's been hanging out at McAuley's all afternoon.

I think she's waiting for Richie to bring back Jimmy.

All right. If Jimmy shows his face again,

you take the shot.

In front of Shelly?

You take the shot, Al.

Look,

it's Thursday night.

McAuley's is crawling with cops.

If you have a shot, you take it.

You should have let me take the shot this morning.

Yeah. Well,

if hindsight was foresight,

I wouldn't be in fucking prison now, would I?

Oh!

Hey, sorry.

Oh, this doesn't look like a matter of life or death to me.

Sit. I'll explain.

Unless you're intent on drinking yourself to death.

It's chardonnay.

Chardonnay before noon is like coffee.

It's after 5:00, Mom.

It is?

Well, then it's happy hour. I'll get you some.

What about your deposition today?

Fuck 'em.

You didn't go?

Big glass or little?

Not chardonnay. Something with vodka.

Exactly how drunk are you?

If Richie can't talk your father into backing Big Bud,

then Richie has to kill your father,

or Richie's current bosses will kill Richie.

How is this complicated?

We're talking about cops, Mom.

Ex-cops. Chicago cops.

You're Bud O'Rourke's granddaughter. Work with me here.

Okay, well, if what you say is true,

as an unrepentant pacifist, I take issue with cops...

Chicago cops, any cops...

co-opting mob tactics to settle interpersonal disputes.

Richie's bringing your father here so I can talk to him.

What could you possibly have to say to Jimmy?

- Stop calling him that. - That's his name.

- It's disrespectful. - Respect is earned.

However much you think he ruined your life,

he's still your father.

I could say the same thing to you about you and your father.

How can you be so unforgiving?

I learned from the best.

Who?

"Who?" Mom!

Buy a clue. You.

Wait. Who's gonna kill Richie?

- His current bosses. - Ah.

Oh, this is great.

- That is great. - I need you to help me

- talk your father into backing Big Bud... - I'm getting married in three days,

and not only has my maid of honor

just dropped out at the last minute, but now

the man who's supposed to give me away,

the father of the groom... he could be dead by then.

Listen, bridezilla,

- I understand that rite of passage... - Just because I'm not knocked up

beyond all redemption like you were with me

when you got married doesn't make everything that I have planned

- postponable. - I understand that, Katie,

- but we... - And how am I bridezilla, you lush?

- Bridezillas are batshit irrational. - You're not bridezilla, all right?

So, if Richie's dead by Saturday,

do you really suppose that Donny's gonna be in any shape

- to go through with this? - Will you shut up and listen already?!

That's why I called you!

Nobody kills anybody if we...

I mean, I guess Big Bud is getting out of prison this weekend,

so I could just have him walk me down the aisle.

Fine.

Make this all about you.

I'm supposed to walk myself down the aisle?

God forbid.

Okay, assuming Donny's not prostrate with grief.

What about Hal?

Hal doesn't know it yet, but I'm divorcing him.

- So just cross him off the replacement list. - You are so not divorcing him.

- He's cheating on me. - Well, forgive him and move on.

Oh, that's not batshit irrational?

You're the big-ass Catholic in this family.

- Don't mock my faith. -

Just because you over-tip Father Flattery every Sunday

and you suffer convincingly,

it doesn't make you a model Christian.

Just do me a favor.

No, I'm not feeling particularly charitable right now, Katie.

Just don't tell Hal you're divorcing him

until after my wedding.

I'll tell him when I tell him.

Hey!

Watch it, asshole.

- Come on. -

Come on.

So, Ellen backed out of being your maid of honor?

- Yeah, I know. Can you believe it? - Why?

Her cancer's back. Stage IV. Everywhere.

I guess if she's doing her chemo and radiation,

- then she "won't be up for it." - Oh, the poor thing!

Oh, pity her and not me. Thanks.

- More surgery? - Yeah, she's waiting to hear.

I'm starting to think this wedding is cursed.

- Oh, it is not, honey. - Yeah, there's a jinx on it, Mom.

Yeah, the gods have it out for you.

Just another fucked-up day in the life

of the daughter of Jimmy Pariah.

When your father gets here,

you should ask him to give you away.

That is batshit irrational.

He should do it, Katie.

He's your father.

No way in hell, Mom.

There's your forgiving nature.

Big Bud told Paulie that he was in the middle

of setting up a seven-figure trust fund for each of us

when Jimmy brought the axe down.

Paulie saw Big Bud?

- When? - You're such a hypocrite.

How am I a hypocrite?

Because you turned your back on your own father,

and then you jump all over me and Paulie

for doing the same thing to Jimmy?

Apples and oranges, Katie.

Just because you don't visit Big Bud in prison

doesn't mean the grandkids can't.

Apples and oranges!

- Hi, hello. -

Uh, you're sitting on my jacket.

Oh, yeah. There you go.

- Sorry. - Oh.

Thanks.

Motherfucker.

And just because you keep saying "apples and oranges," Mom,

doesn't make the two comparable things distinct.

If Jimmy hadn't been such a shit,

then Paulie and me would be millionaires today.

I would be a millionaire

instead of a fucking court reporter

with bilateral carpal tunnel syndrome, Crohn's disease,

and engaged to be married to Chicago's Barney Fife.

Barney Fife?

Mom, you should see Donny

when he puts on his Chicago cop uniform.

What, no improvement?

He looks like Barney Fife before Barney Fife bulked up.

Oh, Donny's not that skinny.

Skinny? He's a stick.

Having sex with him is like bumping uglies with skeletor.

Oh, I don't need to know that.

He still shops at the boys' department in Macy's.

Donny's other brothers are beefy.

What happened?

I thought Italian men are supposed to be beefy.

Richie shamed Donny into going into wrestling in high school,

and Donny became bulimic.

Doesn't the Chicago Police Department

have height and weight requirements?

Donny got in the same way Paulie did.

I guess he knows a guy who knows a guy who pulled some strings.

Yeah, but Paulie's no stick.

No, but he has all those drug felony convictions.

And someone made a call and made that all go away, right?

Who?

My dad?

If you're really, truly curious, why don't you go visit him?

I tell him all that, I'm a stink-ass fucking rat.

You made it this far, yeah?

I don't think I can do this, Jimmy.

I... I'm not as strong as you.

It's not strong. It's what's right.

I'm helping you, Richie.

I don't feel so good.

I should have never let you talk me into this!

My head hurts. My stomach feels worse.

I got this awful stabbing pain in my hip suddenly.

Would you rather be a living stink-ass fucking rat

or a dead man?

Frankly, I don't see the appeal of either one.

Think about your wife, your kids.

That's all I'm thinking about.

Uh, Mr. Destefano, Mr. Parerra,

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm Special Agent Ken Waltham.

Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?