Boondock Saints The
Our Father, who art in heaven,|hallowedbe Thyname.
Thy kingdom come,|Thy will be done,
on earth|as it is in heaven.
Give us this day|our daily bread,
and forgive us|our trespasses,
as we forgive those|who trespass against us.
And lead us|not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom,|the power...
and the glory|now and forever.
- Amen.|- Amen.
Thank you, Father Macklepenny,
for coming all the way|across town to be our guest speaker.
When Iraisemy flashing sword...
and my hand|takes hold on judgment,
I will take vengeance|up on mine enemies.
And I will repay those|who haze me.
O Lord, raise me|to Thy right hand...
and count me|among Thy saints.
And I am reminded|on this holy day...
of the sad story|of Kitty Genovese.
As you all may remember,
a long time ago,|almost 30 years ago,
this poor soul|cried out for help...
time and time again,
but no person|answer her calls.
Though many saw,
no one so much|as called the police.
They all just watched as Kitty|was being stabbed to death...
in broad daylight.
They watched as|her assailant walked away.
Now, we must all fear|evil men.
But there is|another kind of evil...
which we must fear most,
and that is|the indifference...
of good men!
I do believe the monsignor's|finally got the point.
Yeah!|Who's the master?
You're gonna be|training her today.
- Basically, the rule of thumb here is--|- Wait. Rule of thumb?
In the early 1900s, it was legal|for men to beat their wives...
as long as they used a stick|no wider than their thumb.
Can't do much damage|with that then, can we?
Perhaps it should've been|the ""rule ofwrist.''
I knew you two pricks|would give me problems.
Come on. It's St. Patty's Day.|It's all in good fun.
Ah, fuckyou!|And fuckyou too!
We're sorry, all right?|Just-Just relax.
Hey, fuck-ass,|give me a beer.
Listen, boys, I've got|some very bad news.
I'm gonna have to|close down t-t-the bar.
The Russians are buying up buildings|all over the town, includin' this one.
And they're not lettin' me|renew my lease.
- Let me talk to my boss.
- Maybe he can do something.|- What the fuck's your boss gonna do?
Listen, fellas,|I don't want anyone to know.
Soyou keep your traps shut!
You know what they say:|People in glass houses sink s-s-ships.
Hey, Doc, I gotta buyyou,|like, a proverb book or somethin'.
This mix-and-match shit|has gotta go.
A penny saved is worth|two in the bush, isn't it?
And don't cross the road|ifyou can't get out ofthe kitchen.
What's this, then?
I am Ivan Checkov,|and you will be closing now.
Well, this here's McCoy.|We find a Spock,|we've got us an away team.
Me in no mood for discussion.|You, you stay.
The rest of you,|go now.
Why don't you make like a tree|and get the fuck out ofhere!
You know he's got|till the week's end, right?
You don't have to be|hard-asses, doya?
- It's St. Patty's Day.|Everyone's Irish tonight.|- Mmm.
Why don't you just|pull up a stool|and have a drink with us?
- This is no game! Ifyou won't go,
we will make you go.
So these two guys are kickin'|the shit out ofeach other, right?
This guy picks up|an old kitchen sink or something...
and fuckin' crushes|this guy with it.
It makes a big bang.
Look at him. His spine's all crushed.|Had to be one big motherfucker.
Huge. Three, four hundredp ounds.|Fuckin' huge.
- That's pretty thin.|- Very thin.
Say these two guys right here,|they don't even know|the fuckin' huge guy.
They're just staggering home|from a bar still all fucked up|from St. Patty's last night.
They decide to take a shortcut|down through the alley.
Wrong fuckin' alley, huh?
'Cause this big motherfucker,|he's just waitin' for 'em, right?
And what could be more perfect|for a strong-arm robbery?|Two drunk guys all bandaged up.
They're already injured,|for Christ's sakes. Lookat 'em.
These guys are stumblin'|through the alley.| Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-la
This guy takes a blunt object,|fuckin'-- Waah!
Hits the guy with the bandages|around his head, right?|Why? 'Cause he's smart.
He knows the guy with|the band age around his ass,|he ain't goin' nowhere.
He's goin' fuckin' nowhere!
Where are you goin'?|Nowhere! That's right.
He ain't done yet.|He comes over and jumps|on this guy's back...
and crushes him to death.
I feel something big here.
I wouldn't be surprised to see|a lot ofthese turnin' up.
So now we got|a huge guy theory...
and a serial crusher theory.
- What's your name?|- Detective Greenly.
- Who the fuck areyou?|- That's who the fuck I am.
Listen, I gotta do this|by the numbers.
I.D.just came back|on these guys.
They got connections|with the Russian mob.
That makes it|a federal matter.
And Agent Smecker here|is heading up the investigation|with our full cooperation.
- Why don'tyou get me a cup ofcoffee?|- Who the hell is this?
- A cafe latte, twist of lemon,|- What the fuck--
- Chief, what the fuck is this?|- Sweet 'N Low.
- Mitchell, Langley!
- Yes, sir.|- Find the manager of this building.
See if he's had any complaints|of water coming down...
in any of the apartments|startingjust this morning.
Langley, you take that building.|Same thing.
- Yes, sir.|- Look in the trash around their hands.
See ifyou can fnd me|two bullet casings,
fifty-caliber|if my eyes serve me right.
Newman,|rip through this shit.
If this was a sink,
find me some metal parts.
Give me a drain cover,|faucet or something.
Got it right here.|It's a 50-cal.
Chief, can you get|ballistics down here...
and tell 'em they have to dig|a 50-caliber slug...
out ofa brickwall|and locate another that's been|fred through a Dumpster?
We have the best|ballistics guy in the world.
- I can have him here in ten minutes.|- How did you know that?
Came up positive.
And bullet holes|are usually a big clue.
Nobody reported|any gunshots.
This is an Irish neighborhood.|I'm surprised you even got a phone call.
You know, I can't find|these condone, sir.
Look under the body.
Oh, yeah, there it is.
You guys ready for this?
This was no|gangland assassination.
Though creative,|it was way too sloppy.
Something went wrong here.|This has ""personal'' written all over it.
Agent Smecker.|Yeah, this is all illegal loft housing.
There's no manager on|the premises, but they found|a lady on the fourth floor...
who said she had water dripping|down on her whole place.
- It started just this morning.|- Fourth floor, huh?
Then we're headin'|to the fifth.
Come on. Let's get out of here.|You're reachin; man.
- It's a theory.|- I don't know. No way.
You know how big a guy's|gotta be to do that? Fuckin' huge.
Oh, really? I might just be|wantin' a bagel with my coffee.
I ain't gettin' him|no fuckin' bagel.
We'll start the ass kissing|with you.
Listen, I know this neighborhood|pretty good.
There's a bar down the block|named McGinty's.
- It stands a good chance|they were there last night.|- Good work, Mitchell.
I'll check it out myself.
Lookat the ceiling.|Sensey our touch alone.
Wait until you feel me move.|Ooh.
So quick you couldn't|even feel it go, could you?
Let's try it again.|Try it again. Look at the ceiling.
- Thanks for comin', Doc.|- Jesus Christ!
What the fuck happened?|Are-Are you b-b-boys all right?
- We're alive.|- An F.B.I. agent came by the bar...
and he left me|his c-c-ca--
He left me his c-c--|Oh, he fuckin' gave me this.|Fuck!
- Ass! What are you gonna do?
We oughta turn ourselves in,|tell him it was self-defense.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.|That's what he said.
- How the fuck's he know that?|We haven't spoken to anyone.|- D-D-Don't know.
He d-d-didn't say.
All right. Listen, Doc,|we need you to do us a favor.
- A-A-Anything.|-Just hold on to this for us.
- We're gonna come back for it|when we get out.|- Right.
None ofthat cursing|was directed atyou.|He's-- He's a bit--
I'd like to thank|which ever one of you...
pud-pulling sissies|leaked this to the press.
That's just|what we need now--
some sensational story|in the papers...
making these boys out to be|superheroes triumphing over evil.
Let me squash|the rumors now.
These two are not heroes.
They're just|two ordinary men...
who were put in|an extraordinary situation,
and they just happened|to come out on top.
Yes, nothing from our|far-reaching computer system...
has turned up diddly|on these two.
All we know is what|we found out from the neighbors.
And the general consensus is,
But angels don't kill.
And we got|two bodies in the morgue...
that look like they've been|serial-crushed...
by some huge, friggin' guy.
Are we considering these guys|armed and dangerous?
Well, not armed.
If they had guns,|they would've used them.|But dangerous? Very.
Now, what makes you think|they're dangerous?
- Maybe they're just|protectin' each other.
Hey, look, I-I-I'm not sayin'|one way or the other.
Just be careful and go|by the protocol on this.
It's grunt police work|that's gonna bring this one in.
These guys are|miles away by now.
But if you wanna beat your head|against the wall, then|here's what you're lookin'for.
They're scared, like|two little bunny rabbits.
Anything in a uniform|or flashing blue lights|is gonna spook 'em.
Okay? So the only thing we can do|is put a potato on a string...
and drag it through|South Boston.
- Thanks for comin' out.
You'd probably have|better luckwith a beer.
- Oh, fuck.|- Hey, Greenly.
Onion bagel, cream cheese.
This conversation|is going to be recorded.
Just answer to|the best of your knowledge.
Excuse me, sir.|Please.
Okay, we're ready.
You boys are not under oath here.|Just answer the questions.
you knew these guys|from before, huh?
We met them last night.
They had some|pretty interesting bandages.
Know anything about that?
Listen, if you want to fght,|you can see you're out numbered here.
We're trying to be civil,|so I suggest you take our offer.
I make the offers.
What would you do...
ifI told you...
-your pinko Commie mother|sucks so much dick,
her face looks like an egg?
- Fuckyou!|- What are you doin'?
Stay away!|He can take care of himself!.
Freeze,|you fuckin' Irish faggots!
Get the fuck up!
- Come on!|- Getyour fuckin' hands offofme!
Cuff yourself around the back!|Cuff yourself!.
You know why|I fucking come here?
I come here to kill you.
But now, I no think|I fucking kill you.
I kill your brother.
Shoothim in thehead.
- Fuckyou!|- Gotta go.
It wasjust a fuckin' bar fght!|You guys are fuckin' pussies!
I hope your conscience|is clear, Irishman.
So, how is it...
- thatyou guys are fluent in Russian?|- We paid attention in school.
Doyou speak|any other languages?
- Aye. Our mother insisted on it.|- French?
Oh, that's beautiful.
- What's that?|- It's Italian.
What areyou guys doin' workin'|at a friggin' meat packing plant?
- Uh, Agent Smecker?|Thepress is everywhere.|- Yeah.
They're just goin' nuts for these guys.|I don't know what you wanna do.
You're not being charged.|It's up to you. You wanna talk to 'em?
- Absolutely not.|- No pictures either.
Is there anyway|that we could stay here?
Uh, yeah. You know,|we have an extra holding cell|you guys can--
- Can they stay?|- Well, we'll have|to check with your mom.
But it's okay with me|if your friends sleep over.
Time to feed the dogs.
This is our|offcial statement.
The MacManus brothers|are not being charged|with a crime.
This isa clear-cutcase|of self-defense.
They are being released|at an undisclosed|time and location...
in accordance with|their wishes.
- Do the MacManus brothers|have any priors?|- Can we speak to the brothers?
- Hey, Rocco, how you doin'?|- Hey!
What have you got there?
- Ahh.|- Very nice.
This poor soul...
cried out for help.
They watched as|he simply walked away.
Indifference of good men!
Nobody wanted to get involved.
- Who so ever shed my blood,
by man shall his blood|be shed.
For in the image of God|may deem aman.
Destroy all that|which is evil.
So that which is good|may flourish.
What the fuck is that?
It's that fuckin'|Russian's pager.
- Keep the faith, man.|- Fuckin' blow me.
- What was that?|Have you got a pen?|- Yeah. Here you go.
- Thanks. Be right back.|- Good morning, son. How areya?
- Good morning.|- We'd be honored if you would join us.
- See this?|- What's this?
Body of Christ.|Body of Christ.
That's not funny, man.|Give it here, package boy.
Joey Beevo said it was important.|Said to give it to him myself.
Give me the fuckin' thing.
Sit the fuck down.
So, I'm Rocco.|I'm the funny man.
I'm so fuckin' funny.
- Fuck you, Vincenzo.|- Uh-huh.
How did you get|that shiner on your eye?
What's the matter, someone|didn't think you were very funny?
I caught your show at|the Velvet Room at the Holiday Inn.
Loved it when you busted into|""Viva Las Vegas.''
- Hey, hey, hey
You insignifcant little fuck!
I always get my money,|you cock sucking bastardo!
The '90s are killing me.
I shouldn't have done that.
You're not supposed to tell a guy|you're gonna kill him no more.
I gotta tip to through the tulips|with these assholes.
Taking all the fun|out of the job.
Pappa Joe,|you want me to go now?
All the boys tell me|how you make them laugh|when you come around.
What a crack up you are.|What do they call you?
The-The funny man.
The funny man.
I'm having a shitty day.|I'm depressed.
Tell me a funny joke.
A joke? Uh--
Um, uh, a joke.|Yeah, allright.
Um, there's these, uh,|three guys--
a-a-a white guy|and a black guy.
- Nigger!|- Yeah.
N-N-- Yeah.|And they're walkin'|along the beach.
They see this pot.|They rub it,|a genie comes out.
Genie says you can wish for|anything you want. He asks|the Mexican whathe wants.
And he goes,
""I want all my people in America|to be happy and free in Mexico.''
So the genie-- Poof!.|And all the spics|are in Mexico.
- And then he asks the black guy--|- Nigger.
Yeah, that's what I said.
He goes to the nigger,|says, ""What do you want?''
And he goes,
""I want all my African--
""my nigger brothers|in America...
to be back in Africa|and happy and everything.''
So the genie goes poof!.
And, um, all the niggers|in America...
are in Africa.
And this is goin'--|I'm not funny today.
I know. I'm havin' a hard day.|I-I-- Thisjoke sucks.
It's just a stupid joke.
Continue the joke.
So the genie|says to the white guy,
""What's your one wish?''
And the white guy goes,|""You mean to tell me...
all the niggers and spics|are out of America?''
The genie goes, ""Yeah.''|He says,
"" Well, um,|I'll have a Coke then.''
"I'll have a Coke..."
so he just wants a Coke,|'cause that's all he needs.
- Tell me one more.|- What?
Knock your selves out.
- Doyou know what|we need, man? Some rope.|- Absolutely.
- What are ya, insane?|- No, itain't.
Charlie Bronson's|always got rope.
- What?|- Yeah.
He's got a lot of rope strapped|around him in the movies,|and they always end up using it.
- You've lost it, haven't it?|- No, I'mserious.
That's stupid. Name one thing|you'd need a rope for.
You don't fuckin' know|what you're gonna need it for.|They just always need it.
What's this ""they'' shit ?|This isn't a movie.
Is that right, Rambo?
All right.|Get your stupid fuckin' rope.
I'll get my stupid rope.
I'll get it.
There's rope right there.
- A bit.|- Myselfas well.
Have we got|a time ofdeath?
- We got a body count?
- Uh-huh. I'll be down there in a bit.
Keep the press out.
- What are you doin'?|- I just wanted to cuddle.
Cuddle?|What a fag.
This is a fucking|slaughter house.
- How many bodies, Greenly?|- Eight.
Aw, shit.|I forgot about that one.|Nine. Nine?
While Greenly's out gettin' coffee,|any body else want anything?
you got any theories|to go with that tie?
Look, fuck all|these other guys.
This was their target--|the fag man.
The what man?
The fat man.
Well, Freud was right.
So you think they came|for the fag man, huh?
What do you base this about
He was the only one done right.|Double tap back of the head.
- And the pennies?|- New hit man wants to leave his mark.
That's a possibility.
Now you Irish cops|are perkin'up.
That's two sound theories|in one day,
neither of which deal|with abnormally-sized men.
Kind of makes me feel|like River dancing.
An other possibility is|they were placed there|with religious intent.
Okay, some cultures still|put pennies in the eyes|of the dead. Or silver.
The Italians, the Greeks.
So, what's|the ""symbology'' there?
Now that Duffy has relinquished|his King Bonehead crown,
I see we have an heir|to the thrown.
I'm sure the word you were|looking forwas ""symbolism.''|What is the symbolism there.
Let me explain it toyou.
In Greek and Roman mythology,
when you died, you'd have|to pay the toll to Charon,
the boatman who ferried you|across to the Gates of Judgment.
This made sure the dead|came to at one for what they did|during their lives,
Jesus. You're the frst one|that ever got that.
Yeah, well, I'm an expert|in nameology.
These burns indicate|that they used silencers.
Look at these|entry and exit wounds.
They're almost identical.
The two bullets went in here|through the top ofthe skull,
crisscrossed, and exited|through the eyeballs.
This one clue tells us|three distinct facts.
- Number one. Duffy?|- They shot him at a downward angle.
- They put him on his knees?|- Excellent. Number two. Greenly.
They shot him|at a downward angle?
It tells us|he was the last to die.
And number three.|Dolly.
There was two shooters.
- Fan-freakin'-tastic.|- Hey, wait a minute.
Staywith me, boys.|What did they do...
to make two such|identical wounds?
Two men of similar height|dropped this guy down.
Each puts some iron|to his head and boom!|That's all she frickin' wrote.
- What about one guy, two guns?|- Ah, possible.
But unlikely.|The angles are too extreme.
A guy holding two guns|to the back of your noodle is|going to shoot straight ahead.
He wouldn't cock out his elbows.|It makes no sense.
Besides, areyou telling me|one guy came in here...
and killed eight men with eight|extremely well-aimed shots|in just a few seconds?
No way.|It had to be at least two.
You and your fuckin' rope.
- I told you there would be a shaft.|-Just like on television.
Where the fuck|areyou goin'?
Shh! I fuckin' hear|some shit out here.
Fuck you.|I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin'|your fuckin' rope around.
- It must weigh 30 pounds.|- Shh!
We are doin' some serious|shit here. Now, get|a fuckin' hold of yourself!.
Oh, fuck you!|I'm not the rope-totin'|Charlie Bronson wannabe...
- that's gettin' us fuckin' lost.|- Would you fuckin' shut it!
-Jesus fuckin' Christ.|- Oh, shit!
Shepherds we shall be|forThee, my Lord, forThee.
Power hath descended forth|from Thy hand.
Our feet may swiftly|carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth|to Thee, and teeming|with souls shall it ever be.
AndI shall count thee|among my favored sheep.
And you shall have the protection|of all the angels in heaven.
Television is|the explanation for this.
You see this in bad television.
The little assault guys|creepin' through the vents,|comin' in through the ceiling.
ThatJames Bond shit|never happens in real life.|Professionals don't do that.
Well, name one thing|you're gonna need|this stupid fuckin' rope for.
- That was way easier than I thought.|- Aye.
On TV,|you've always got that guy|thatjumps over the sofa.
- And then you've gotta shoot him|for ten fuckin' minutes too.|- Aye.
- We're good.|- Yes, we are.
Now, what doyou think|is in that little case there?
- Fuck me!|- Oh.
The hits just keep on comin'.
Ow!|Give it a smell.
- I love our new job.
Bastard.|This has got to be|his big break.
-Yeah.|- We've got to fuckwith him, right?
Open the door.|I'm gonna grab him|by the fuckin' hair.
- Sit down!
- Get down! Shut up!|- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- We're on the same side.|Please, don't shoot.|- Get on the ground!
Don't shoot, don't shoot.|We're on the same side.
Boss must've sent me|in as backup. I'm Rocco!
- I'm the funny man.|That ain't my name.|- Where's your gun?
- Where's your gun?|- I'm the fuckin' funny man!|It's right here. Right here.
That ain't my real name.
What the fuck?|Jeez!
It's a fuckin' six-shooter!
- There's nine bodies, genius!
What the fuck were you gonna do,|laugh thelast three to death,|funnyman?
Pappa Joe said|there was only two!|In and out!
Boy, you guys|sure did a good job.
Ah, shit.|You guys are good, huh?
Cool masks.|Where'd you get 'em?
- We gotta do him right here!|- Right now!
- Don't, please! I'm the funny man!|- Right.
- Don't kill me!|Don't kill me, please!|- Right!
I'm the funnyman!
Whata fuckin' idiot!
Fuckin'--|What the fuckin' fuck--|Who the fuck--
Fuck this fuckin'--|How did you two|fuckin' fucks-- Fuck!
Well, that certainly illustrates|the diversity of the word.
All these guys|are Russian mob.
But not like those two peons|in the alley the other day.
These guys are all syndicate|bosses and underbosses.
I have a dossier|on every man in this room.
Since the Iron Curtain|has gone down,
the Russian syndicates|have started to come here.
And in the spirit of Glasnost,|the Soviets have opened|their borders to the Mafia.
But the Italians,|they aren't convinced...
the grounds in Mother Russia|are fertile enough|for organized crimeyet.
So they ain't ready to commit.|But the Russians|are coming here anyway.
They are unwelcome.
So, what we have here,|gentlemen,
is possibly the beginning...
of the frst|international mob war.
Unless I've|totally missed something.
I'm live from|the Copley Plaza Hotel,
where we have just been informed|that the largest multiple murder...
in Boston's history|hasjust taken place.
We have learned that|there were nine victims,
all deeply involved in a notoriously|violent Russian crime syndicate,
right here in Boston.
Any body you think is evil?
Don't you think|that's a little weird, a little psycho?
Doyou know what I think|is psycho, Roc?
It's decent men|with loving families.
They go home|every day after work,|and they turn on the news.
You know what they see?|They see rapists...
and murderers|and child molesters.
They're all gettin'|out ofprison.
gettin' caught|with 20 kilos...
gettin' out on bail|the same fuckin' day.
And everywhere,|everyone thinks the same thing--
that someone should just|go kill those motherfuckers.
Kill 'em all.|Admit it.
Even you've thought about it.
You guys should be|in every major city.
This is some heavy shit.
This is like|""Lone Ranger'' heavy, man.
Fuck it!|There's so much shit|that pisses me off!.
You guys should recruit, 'cause|I'm sick and fuckin' tired...
of walkin' down the street|wait in' for one of these crack-pipin',
ass-wipin', motherless|low lifes to get me!
So you're not just talkin'|about mob guys, right?
You're talkin' about pimps|and drug dealers|and all that shit, right?
Fuck. You guys could|do this every goddamn day.
We're sort oflike 7-Eleven.
We're not always doin' business,|but we're always open.
- Mmm. That is nicely put.|- Thankyou very much.
I will fuckyou up, dude.
So then we go right through|the fuckin' ceiling like this--
Oh, boy.|You fuckin' guys.|You ruined me.
I'm fuckin' done.
Permanent fuckin' package boy.
Who said that?|You can take credit|on that, you know?
What, are you serious?
Yeah. Fuck it.
If you think about it,|it's all you can do, really.
I mean,|you can't goin there|and tell him it was us.
Climb the corporate|ladder, boy.
I'm doin' it.|I deserve it.
I've been workin'|for those fat bastards|since I've been in high school.
Look at this fuckin' place.|They're fuckin' me, man.
They can suck|my pathetic little dick!
And I'll dip my nuts|in marinara sauce...
just so the fat bastards|can get a taste ofhome|while they're at it.
It is done!|Shit!
- Shit! Shit!|- Oh, my God!
- What the fuck!|- I'm hit!
What the fuck!
I can't believe|that just fuckin' happened!
- Is it dead?|- Oh, my God!
Donna's gonna be angry|about her cat.
She's on every drug|known to man.
She'd have sold the thing|for a dime bag. Screw her.
I do kind of feel|like an asshole, though.
Yeah, Roc, you sound|real remorseful there.
She ain't been around|in weeks anyhow.
Listen, something's been|botherin' me about last night.
What if your boss knew|how many fellows|were supposed to be there?
- What are you--|What areyou sayin'?|- Think about it.
Nine men, six bullets.
Think they sold me out?|No way. No way.
Listen, he probably knew|you'd end up nailin' the fat guy,
maybe one or two more,|but he had to know you|weren't walkin' out of there.
Figure it out.|The shooter's dead at the scene.
There's no|in-depth investigation.
They'll just slide right off|his fuckin' back.
'Cause what the fuck?
As much as I love you, man,|you are not exactly Don Corleone.
No, no, that--
That's just not the way|things are done.|Besides, how does he know...
I just don't get in there,|see there's too many of'em,|serve 'em their fuckin' food--
Because he fuckin'|knows you, Roc!
A smooth hitter would have|gone in there, seen it was|a fuckin' wash and slipped out.
Butyou, he knows|this is your only shot.
You've been waitin'|18 fuckin' years.
No. No, no.|That-That--
Thatjust ain't the way--|No, that's bull-- That's bullshit.
You don't know what|you're talkin' about. That's|just not the way things happen.
I mean, thanks for your concern and all,|but that just ain't the thing of it.
Do me a favor, all right?|Just roll it around a bit|on your way in.
- Will you for me?|- No. No rollin'.
Nothin' needs to be rolled.|Fuck!
- Where the fuck are you goin'?|Did you tell him?|- Ofcourse I fuckin' told him.
- Then what the fuck?|- You guys don't know|that shit for sure!
Oh, you're such|a fuckin' retard!
- Hey, fuck you!|- Oh, man, use your|fuckin' brain for once!
Is it so unbelievable that|they don't fuckin' care about ya?
Oh, yeah, you two fuckin' Micks|know what's goin' on, huh?
- Fuckyouboth!|- This is not a fuckin' thing you|should gamble on, all right?
I'm the fuck out ofhere.
Fine! Fuck it!
What kind of flowers you want|at your funeral, you dumb wop?
- It's the last time I'm gonna seeya!|- I'll be back at nine!
- Bury the fuckin' cat!|- Listen, you get in there...
and you start gettin' a bad vibe,|you get the fuck out quick!
- Murph.|- Hey, Roc. You okay?
Anybody call for me?
No, man.|Areyou sureyou're okay?
I'm fuckin' fne.
I'll catch you|on the flip side.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Pack your shit! Pack your shit!|We gotta get out of here!
- We gotta get out!|- What the fuck are you talkin' about?
I killed them!|Oh,Jesus, I killed them all!
-Just calm down.|Tell us what happened.|- No!
- Rocco!|- Calm down, man.
Fuck you!|You start gettin' excited,|motherfucker!
- We gotta go!|- Rocco!
- Well, how many were there?|- Fuckin' hurry the fuck up!
All right!|I love this shit!
- What the fuck is wrong withyou, Roc?|- The cocksucker sold me out!
Didn't I tell you, Roc?|Did they pull on you frst?
What am I doin'?|I'm in it at Lakeview!
Lakeview the deli, Roc?
- Looks like we got us|a new fuckin' recruit.|- Rocco!
- What?|- Where's my cat?
I killed your cat,|you druggie bitch.
- God. Why?|- What?
I felt it would bring|closure to our relationship.
- You killed my-my--|- Yourwhat?
- My--|- Your fuckin' what? Huh?|Your what, bitch?
I'll shoot myself|in the head...
if you can tell me|that cat's name!
Go ahead! Yourwhat?|Your precious little--
- Skippy. Skippy.|- Oh,Jesus.|What color was it, bitch?
Don't you fuckin'|yell at her like that,|you prick!
Shutyour fat ass, Rayvie!
I can't buy a pack ofsmokes|without runnin' into|nine guys you fucked!
- Damn! Son ofa bitch.
Let's get the fuck|outta here!
Those rat fucks! All ofthem|were all laughin' at me, man.
- Are you sure you killed them, Roc?|- Fuckin'-A right I did.
I had a goddamn|turkey shoot over there.
- Anybody call for me?|- No, man.|Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fuckin' fne.
I'll catch you|on the flip side.
I know there's something|happening here
I know there's something|happening here
Domy eyes deceive mymind
I'll bet it was|a fuckin' test.
Vincenzo came in here|shootin' his mouth off.|He made sure we knew.
But we did what|we were supposed to, huh?
We kept our mouths shut.
You?|You did your part.
They know we're good fellas now.
We'll get taken care of, baby.
What? Did everyone know?
Next thing you're gonna tell me|Sal was in on it.
Vincenzo told Sal frst.|That fat fuck knew|before we did.
At least we got|our funny man back, huh?
Here's some more|that you fear
- That was funny, wasn't it?|That was real fucking funny!|- No, not me! Not me!
Huh? Ha! Funny! Funny!
- Funny! Funny! Funny!
- Funny!|- Full, full
- Full|- Listen, Roc, did anybody seeya?
Fuck, man, I might as well|have gone around postin' flyers.
Right out in public, man.
Liberating, isn't it?
- Let's fucking go!|- You know, it is a bit.
Conner, stop the car!|Stop the fucking car, man!
Vincenzo,|that fat motherfucker,|Yakavetta's right hand!
He's the one who set me up,|then he went around telling|everybody I was as good as dead.
Goes there every Wednesday night|10:00, jerks off on the same|titty dancer. Never misses.
- Yeah, so?|- So? So let's kill|the motherfucker!
I mean, what are you guys?|That's your new thing, right?
- Yeah, well--|- Ah, what the fuck!
I mean, who makes the cut?|Is there a raffle or something?
To tell you the truth,|those frst ones, they just sort|of fell on to our laps.
Well, what do you do?
We haven't really got a system|of decidin' who, Roc. It's--
Me! Me! I'm the guy!
I know everyone, their habits,|who they hang out with,|who they talk to!
I got phone numbers, addresses!|I know who they're fuckin'!
I know where they live!
We could kill everyone.
So what doyou think?
I'm strangely comfortable|with it.
- Okay, Roc.
What? You guys got masks.
You look like Mush Mouth|from Fat Albert.
Fine. Fuck it!|When we're done,|she can I.D. me.
I don't care. Just trying|to be professional, but no!
- It looks fne.|- No, fuck it.
No, shut the fuck up!|You look good. Put it on.|You look fucking scary, man.
Now, Roc, areyou sure|thatyou're ""O-B-kay-B''?
She was in here|when it all went down.
- Can she I.D. 'em?|- No.
- There were wearin' masks.|- Ofcourse theywere.
You scream, you're dead!|Which one's he in?
And don't make like|you don't know who the fuck|I'm talkin' about!
- Don't you talk to me like that,|you dirty little girl.
Oh, yeah. Give it to Daddy.
Oh, this is one|sick motherfucker.
- How many?|- Three.
Two of them did the shootin'.
|"...and teeming with souls|shall it ever be. ''
Our little theory from last night|just got shot to shit.
Something new is going on here.
After talking to the dancer,
we know their mark|was the guy in the middle booth.
After she watches 'em whack him,|she passes out.
What the fuck areyou doing?
I'll tip her!
Why are there two|extra victims?
- Witnesses.|- No way they could have seen.
Allow me|to enlighten you gentlemen...
to the protocol|of the porno industry,
as I'm sure you've never been|in one of these places before.
A man goes into the booth,|puts the money through the slot,
the dancer gets it|on the other side.
She hits the button,|the door goes up.
Now there's only|glass between you, and|that's ""little freman'' time.
No way they could have seen it.
Those doors were down,|so that means this:
They looked in,|down through the peep holes,
saw these guys, opened the doors|from the inside,
pop, pop, pop,|right through the glass.
- It's like a scumbag yard sale.|- We should come down here|once a week and clean house.
Maybe the three guys|had something in common.
No, this guy's big-time.|These two are street-walkin' scum.
Then that's what they had in|common-- they're all bad guys.
Now they're all dead bad guys.
Oh, man, you gotta|let me do these guys.
I'm such a moron.|I gotta make up|for that tit thing.
- There's no way. I've been|waitin' for this asshole.|- Oh, come on.
Come on, man.|Give the guy his shot.
It's the real deal, Roc.|Evil men, dead men.
Plus... we got us a genuine...
Kennedy assassination-style|bullet theory here.
Twoguns were used.|Theguyin themiddle...
was done with both of'em.
Now this guy, he was killed...
with bullets|from gun ""A'' only...
and this guy, gun ""B'' only.
But ballistics dug two slugs|out ofthe wall from ""B''...
over here where the victim|was done with ""A.''
Andit's the same thing over here.
Why the crossover?
That's just fuckin' weird.|I have no idea.
Jesus, I just can't think|any more.
That scene over at the coffee|shop today just tapped me out.
Some guy went nuts|over of the Com Ave.
Shot three guys to death in|a coffee shop, broad daylight,|fled the scene.
- Don't have much on him.|- Why wasn't I informed of this?
They weren't related.|The guy used a .38.
- No pennies, totally amateur.|- Who were the victims?
- A couple ofmob peons|and a fat fuck bartender.|- Oh, isn't that beautiful?
All the low lifes in quiet city|Boston start droppin' dead,|and you think it's unrelated!
Greenly, the day I want|the Boston Police to do|my thinkin' for me,
I will have a fucking tag|on my toe!
Now get me a squad car|and get me over there!
I want crime scene photos|and any witness statements now!
Wyatt fuckin' Earp!
It looks like we got us|a cowboy. Hmm.
"So we shall flow a river forth|to Thee...
and teeming with souls|shall it ever be. ''
Hey, hey, man.|You guys gotta teach me|that prayer.
- That's some good shit, man.|- Cool it, Roc. It's a family prayer.
- My father's father before him.|So that's our shit.|- Oh, come on!
The victims were found...
at a local|adult entertainment parlor.
These murders,|coupled with the three suspected|mob-related killings...
that occurred|at this local Boston deli|earlier this afternoon,
brings the death toll to six,|just today.
There is no doubt that all|the victims have been criminals.
Perhaps this explains|why a public outcry...
to have these crimes stopped|has not been heard.
Ah, these two crime scenes|are related.
Too many coincidences.
Same day, fivehours apart,
dead mobsters in both scenes.
why did he kill the bartender?
Crime of passion.|Just went nuts.|He shot everyone in here.
-Just ran out of bullets.|- Does this look like a friggin'|post office to you?
This guy came in here|with intent.
Maybe he didn't know|exactly what he was gonna do,|but he had a good idea.
No, the bar tender|was no fuckin' accident.
Well, we didn't need|any help on that.
A lot of people saw it.|Nobody's talkin'.
Areyou guys seeing|the pattern here?
We got big questions|at both of these crime scenes|with no answers.
Why did they kill the guys|in the other two booths?
Why did they do the bartender?
I hate cold crime scenes!
I'm fucking leaving now.
And do me a favor.|Tell me when the next one does,
'cause these guys|are not done yet.
Augustus, I need your help.
I have a serious problem.|I am not screwing around here.
I need... Il Duce.
The Duke? Huh.
What did you do?
Rocco-- this package boy--
he could bring down|the whole East Coast.
Ifhe decides|to turn state's evidence,
he could take us apart|brick by brick.
But he's happy, now,
with just killing us|one by one.
And worse, he's good at it.
Listen, kid.|I hopeyou understand|who you're dealin' with here.
This guy is no slouch.
When I was a boy,
my papa used to speak of him|like he was a ghost.
- Move him.
Your father and I used him|three times in 20 years,
only when things got|totally fucked.
Whenever we needed|one of our own bumped off,
we'd call this guy in.
He had a thing|for clippin' wise guys.
But only one rule
No women, no kids.
Believe me, kid,|you don't want this guy...
unless you are 100% sure|you need him.
He's a fuckin' monster.|But only one thing.
He's been rottin' in the can|the last 25 or 30 years.
Don't even know if he's still|alive or if he's even up to it.
- Well, there are ways around that.|- Yeah. Go find one.
All right.|Let's talk some business here.
I know a sick fuck|makes the ones we been doin'|look like altar boys.
Worst night of my life|when I met this guy.
The guy never says|a fuckin' word to me.
We're drivin' 25 minutes,
never a sigh,|no throat clearing, nothing.
Yeah, you're always making great|fuckin' sense, you dumb bitch.
- I don't care.
His face--blank, man.|Just nothin' there.
This guy takes out|a whole family--
wife, kids, everyone--like|he's ordering a fucking pizza.
This house is clean.
I knew if I didn't keep it|together, it was my ass.
He has a poker game|outback of his place...
with a bunch of wise guys|every Saturday.
Worst day of my life, man.
Well, I'm sold.
Don't worry, Roc.
We'll do this guy right,|and you'll feel a lot better.
Here's what happened.
They waited in a parked car down|the street for the kid to leave.
There he goes.
They came in through the garage.
The kid says he leaves it open|when he takes his bike out.
Now they know|the wife is the gatekeeper.|She knows the code.
- Hit the numbers, lady.|Hit the numbers.
- I will kill you! I will kill you!|- Don't! Her hands are tied.
Why do I always gotta be|on bitch detail?
The wife says|she doesn't know what happened|after she hit the code.
She just remembers going down,|but judging from the burn mark|on her back,
I thinkwhat they did|was use a stun gun on her.
Now this guy knows|that his friend is coming|to the game,
and they know that this door can|only be opened from the inside.
So they wait.|And when that door opens,
nobody's ready for it.
This was like shootin' fish|in a friggin' barrel.
Now these guys dove|under the table.
The trajectory|on the bullet showed that|they came from straight across.
So that means one of our|shooters dropped to his knees.
-Something went wrong right here.|-Shit! Shit! He ain't here!
Oh, what the fuck you mean,|he isn't here?
- I mean he ain't here!|- Look again, for fuck's sake!
I know what the fuck|he looks like!
Look behind ya!
Ah! Son of a--
- Shoot this motherfucker!
No!|Fucking let the bloke go!
- Let him go!|- Fuck! Jesus!
- Now's your chance|to earn your stripes, Roc!|- He'll fucking get killed!
It was your idea|to bring him in!
One of these guys|is a real sicko.
He knew this man.|He wanted him to suffer.
Allright, Roc.|Now's your chance!
- You take that man!|- I don't wanna die!
Sick fuck! Sick fuck!
- All right then.|- Fuckyou, fuckin'--
Now take a fuckin' deep breath|there, Roc. You did fne.
It was nicely done.
They exited out the front door.
They had no idea|what they were in for.
Now they're starin'|at six men with guns drawn.
It was a fuckin' ambush.
This was a fuckin' bomb...
droppin' on Beaver Cleaverville.
Fora few seconds,|this place was Armageddon.
There was a frefght!
- You son ofa bitch!
Murph, areyou all right?
- Roc, get the fucking bag!|- Fuckin' shit! Christ!
- Get the blood! Get the blood!|- What the fuck was that?
- He shot my fucking fnger off!.|- Roc, what the fuck?|Get the fuck out of here!
- Motherfucker!|- Fucking shit!
- Get the fucking bag!|- My fucking finger!
What if it was just one guy|with six guns?
Why don't you let me do|the thinking, huh, genius?
Hey, what's taking so long|with those blood samples?
I can't get a good sample.
There's a variable here|I'm not seeing.
They used ammonia.
None of this is any good.|Fuck!
You know what that means?|Even if we get suspects in the case,
we got nothin',|nothin', nothin'!
Fuck!|Who the fuck are they?
I've never seen|any fucking thing like this|in my fucking life!
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck washe, Rocco?|I know you fucking know,|so don't even start.
Fuck you! I told you|I never saw him before!
Well, he sure as fuck knewyou!
Fuck you! Fuck you both!
- Yeah? Don't start lying to us now!
We're fuckin'|three amateurs here!
I'm confdent that|their investigation will end...
- Fuckin' hell.|- What? What, that guy?
That's the guy|that got us off the hook|with the Checkov thing.
- And he's one smart man.|- They got nothin'.
Well, this guy is very sharp.|Ifhe hasn't figured us out yet,|he will.
- You bet your ass he will.|- Well, I'd say that makes him|a lia-fuckin'-bility.
- He isn't to be touched.|- He's a good man.
No, that's all wrong.|David Della--
I missed it.
Paul, you've already had quite a bit.|Are you sure you wanna--
-Just pour the drink,|you fairy fuck.
Whew! I smell you.
This early mornin'|church shit's gotta go.
We have to go in the mornin'.|We're on the lam now, you know.
You're gonna do what I say,|got it?
- Yes.|- I'm sorry you're gonna|have to see this.
- Don't look at me.|- I didn't see any--
Shut up.|Shut the fuck up.
Don't do this, my son.
Have you no fear of God?
That's who I'm doin' this for.|Now open the fuckin' thing,|Father.
Father,|I'll do you right here.
God have mercy on my soul.
You little fuck, let him go or|I'll drop you right fuckin' now.
Okay,just calm down.|He could hurt us, brother.
- He could ruin the whole thing.|- You let him go...
or I will deliver you|right fucking here!
You won't do it.|You won't, Conner.|You love me, man.
- I swear to fuckin'--|- Hello. You there?
Y-Yes, my son.
Do your thing, Father.|Don't fuck this up.
- How long since your last confession?|- Christ.
I've never confessed.
I come here for advice,
Why have you come|to a church for counsel|if you're not religious?
I put evil men behind bars,
but the law has miles|of red tape and loop holes...
for these cocksuckers|to slip through.
Ifound... out|there are these two guys...
who fix the situation|withaniron fist...
as ifthey had God's permission.
God's permission?|God doesn't grant--
In this day and age,
I believe what they do|is necessary.
I feel it is correct.
A soul|is what gives us feelings.
It's like a conduit...
through which|the Lord speaks to us.
You felt your answers|would be here...
in the house|of the Lord today.
And you feel...|these men are necessary.
So the Lord has spoken to you|twice today.
Has He now?
You are the one who came|into this church speaking|about beliefs and feelings.
Is it so hard to believe|that God has brought you here?
I guess not.
It's very easy|to be sarcastic about religion.
But it's much more difficult...
to take a stand.
I wanna stand|for what I believe in, Father.
Firstyouhave toknow|what your beliefs are.
I believe that these young men|are right.
- You know them personally?|- Yes.
Would they ever harm an innocent|person, for any reason?
No. They would never do that.
Well, the two|Irish guys wouldn't.
The Italian guy, he might.|He's kind of an idiot.
I'm beginning to see.
All the things|I wish I could do,
these guys are doing.
W-W-What should I do?
Because I am a man...
who's supposed|to uphold the law.
The laws of God...|are higher...
than the laws... ofman.
Yes, I-I was thinking that too.|No, no. I was feeling it.
All I needed|was to hear you say it.
Amen. I will help them.
- Forgive me, Father.|- Thank you, Father.
Now listen.|Um, "dominus ominus, ''you know.
And remember, you're bound.|You can't talk to anyone|about this. No one.
-Just get out of the church.|- Okay.
Just get out of the church!
The Lord works|in mysterious ways.
What the fuck's|that supposed to mean?
- That's all you can give me?|- The light hit the side|ofhis face.
Looked like he had a gray beard.|Maybe late '50s, early '60s.
So you're telling me|it was one guy with six guns,
and he was|a senior freakin' citizen?
Yeah, and it's better|ifwe fnd this man|before he finds us again.
I'll see what I can do.|How do I get in touch with you?
We'll hit Pappa Joe tonight,|right in the comfort|of his own home.
We're gonna move on to New York.|It's just--
- It's getting a bit hot for us here.|- Be careful.
All right.|Call you tonight, afterwards.
- It feels like it's still there.|- Yeah, but it's not.
I don't know who he is.|Nobody does.
The Duke'sa fuckin' Houdini.|He does a disappearin' act.
What did he bring him in for?
Well, he needs an outsider.|This Rocco kid is smart.
He knows everyone.|He'd spot our hitters|a mile away.
Just for him-- the package boy?
He's the one shootin' up|all his guys, right?|He's scared of the kid.
- Said he's good. He's got|every gun in the city up there.|- Up where?
Up at his house.|I don't know what's going on,
but I know it's gotta have|something to do with this kid.
We got 'em.|They tried to get in|through the basement.
- How many?|- Three.
Where you goin; huh?|Where the fuck you goin; huh?
I'm fuckin' talkin' toyou,|motherfucker!
- Fuckyou!|- Shut up!
Shh! Shh.|Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
You have some answers|for me, no?
Yeah. Fuck you.
Roc! Roc, look at me!
- Roc! Roc, you'll be fine!
Okay.|What do you boys think?
- These guys are tough.|- Fuckin'-A, right.
- Ain't no fuckin' way|they're gonna talk.|- I know Rocco.
He ain't smart enough|for this shit. Those other|guys are the brains.
- He's just a player.|- He's a punk.
There's only one thing to do.
- Roc! Roc! No!
You can't stop!|You get out of here.|Don't ever stop.
- You motherfucker!
Yeah!|I'm gonna kill them!
- Hey, boss.|- Yeah, Chappy?
I don't mean no disrespect,|but I think we're forgettin'|something here.
This Il Duce's a fuckin' animal.|He's gonna stop|when someone dies.
I guarantee you right now,|he thinks this thing is on.
If this guy still thinks|the job is on,
motherfucker is in the bushes|right now.
I am going.|You four... stay here...
and deal with it.
-Just one fuckin' guy.|- Fuck you, Geno.
- What's the big fuckin' deal?|- Do it!
I'm going back downstairs|and workin' on these pricks.
- What the fuck?
Joey Bevo sent me over...
Sorry, baby. Tonight|ain't the night for this shit.
It's really hittin'|the fan in there,|you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuckin' Bevo's great, man.|He's always sendin' us|primo box.
All right. Let's go.
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Battlestar Galactica 01x01 - 33
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Beatles Anthology The Episode1
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Better Than Chocolate
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Bionicle 2 A Legends of Metru-Nui
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Bird on a wire
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Bite the bullet
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BlackAdder 1x1 - The Foretelling
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BlackAdder Christmas Carol 1988
BlackAdder The Cavalier Years
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Blade 3 - Trinity
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Blast from the Past
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Brother Sun Sister Moon 1972
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Brotherhood Of The Wolf
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Bugs Bunny and Elmer - Rabbit of Seville (1950)
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Bugs Life A
Bullet in the Head
Bulletproof Monk 2003
Bullets Over Broadway
Bully (Unrated Theatrical Edition)
Burning Paradise (Ringo Lam 1994)
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid A Special Edition
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