Fargo (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Episode #4.5 - full transcript
Hmm?
Take irish.
Merda.
- (gunshots)
- (tires screech)
(horn honking)
if you ordered it, I got no
problem accepting consequence.
But I know
you don't want to start a war.
I didn't order a goddamn hit!
Loy: Who's calling
the shots over there?
The ape or the pipsqueak?
You're giving orders now?
Are we at war?
Not yet.
(screaming)
but we're trying real hard.
Gaetano: These mulignani...
They think that...
We are weak.
They're right.
You're weak.
You took a shot.
You missed.
Now my enemy's got 300 guns.
What is it with everybody today,
thinking
they can talk back to me
like we're having a debate?
You,
put the muscle on cannon.
Bust some heads,
make some arrests.
Loy: Sell 200 to mort kellerman.
Tell him
he can have 'em at cost.
But he owes us devotion.
(whooping)
(applause, whistling)
(playing "moanin'")
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
man, that cat can blow.
(door opens)
party's over!
(woman screams)
the party's over!
We got to go!
Freeze, sambo.
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
stop! You're killing him!
(grunting)
(panting)
- (grunts)
- (wheezes)
♪ ♪
(officer chuckles)
(siren wailing)
- (car doors close)
- (indistinct chatter)
hai visto.
That's how it's done.
(indistinct chatter)
(car doors close)
- (engine starts)
- I really hate that guy.
♪ ♪
rifle claus came early
this year.
Something like that.
You know the terms.
Guns for loyalty.
We going to war
with the eyeties?
Depends.
On?
(engine starts)
arrivederci!
Doctor senator:
Just stay by the phone!
We'll call you when we need you!
(thunder rumbling)
(blows)
what do you want to do
about the funeral home?
It's ours now.
Tell 'em. Make it clear.
If they tell us where the dykes
are, we'll let 'em live.
If not...
- Man: Police!
- (door opens)
(shouting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
- cracker-ass motherfucker.
- The fuck you say?
(exclaims)
odis: Grab some air.
Hey.
I said grab some air!
You boys are breaking the law.
What law?
Having too many teeth.
(hisses)
whoops.
What's my money bag doing here
on the floor?
Better put this back in the car.
I know you.
No, you don't.
(crash)
loy: Yeah.
I heard about you.
(crash)
odis here was in the war.
Minesweeper.
Every day, take his men...
And hoof it on ahead
of the army,
looking for land mines.
You shut up.
Lot of turnover in odis's unit.
Boom! There goes sammy.
Boom! There goes mike.
Whole thing started to make
odis a little twitchy.
Until, one day,
he couldn't take it no more.
So he laid down in the grass.
Just looks at the clouds.
Army rolls up.
Colonel says,
"odis,
did you clear this field?"
and odis says,
- "yes, sir."
- (gasping)
- see...
- I cleared it.
Colonel had to take a piss.
So he walks out into the field
and...
Boom!
They got to send him home
in a tureen.
That's a pot they put soup in.
(hoarsely): Get 'em out of here.
Not-not him.
Officer: Get 'em all out. Go.
Officer 2: You heard him.
(stammers, exhales)
you didn't fight in the war,
did you?
- (panting)
- nah, man.
Why would I fight for a country
that wants me dead?
(chuckles) boom!
(shuddering)
josto fadda says...
Stick to the deal.
Boom!
♪ ♪
- (man groaning)
- (phone ringing in distance)
(groaning continues)
(groaning loudly)
shh!
Ethelrida: Dear dr. Harvard...
I am writing
to inform you of the actions
of one of your nurses.
(knocking)
(door opens)
thurman: Decent?
Lights out.
Big day tomorrow.
What?
Your birthday.
Don't tell me you forgot.
(exhales) yeah.
Right, it's a... it's a big day.
Hey, dad, what-what's laudanum?
Chemistry homework?
Not exactly.
Well, let's see.
Laudanum, it's a...
It's a painkiller.
Real potent.
Is it dangerous?
Could be if you take too much.
Why?
I saw it at mrs. Mayflower's,
across the way.
Tons.
Well, hon, she is a nurse.
But it's not something
she should be keeping
around the house.
Lights out now, okay?
Okay, daddy.
Dad.
Are we ever gonna see
aunt zelmare again?
Of course we will.
She's just, you know,
an escaped convict, so...
Where did she go?
(inhales)
she's, um... (exhales)
well, I don't know that you need
to know that, young lady.
She's at a residential hotel
downtown, holed up.
The new parie or some such.
But don't you even think of
going down there, you hear me?
(whispers): Okay.
Listen...
This miss mayflower.
She's...
She's not really...
I mean,
I'm sure she's real nice,
but she's not someone
you should be hanging around.
Huh?
We got a real precarious
situation here,
living outside the law and all.
So...
Not to mention,
I think she might've poisoned
that pie she baked us.
Anyway,
steer clear.
All right.
Say hello to the sandman,
birthday girl.
Ethelrida: I've worked
alongside oraetta mayflower
for many years now...
- (groaning)
- (thud)
...And felt that I should bring
certain actions of hers
to your attention.
In the last year,
many of nurse mayflower's
patients have died
under mysterious circumstance.
(fanfare plays over radio)
newsman (over radio): President truman,
asking congress
for strong anti-inflation laws,
says
we must remain strong at home
to beat worldwide communism.
Truman: And the way to do it is
to have
an anti-inflation program,
including price controls,
wage controls, rent controls,
credit controls...
Controls that really
hold down prices
and the cost of living.
You carry the five,
don't forget.
(josto sighs)
what's he working on?
Satchel, tell the boss
what you're working on.
Long division.
You're teaching him?
- I'm bad at math.
- Funny.
No one ever says
"I'm bad at english."
what?
Nothing.
We got 'em on the run, I think,
after last night.
The way I figure,
he'll go home...
Gaetano.
This thing's rightly sorted,
there's no war to fight.
He'll go home.
Would you?
Would I what?
Italy's over.
We turned it into a toilet.
This is the land of plenty.
Boom times.
Would you go back?
Maybe he gets
another city, then.
Cleveland.
Yeah, moreno's in cleveland.
No, you watch.
Train's gonna pull in next week,
maybe earlier...
Ten, 20 guys
from the old country.
"I just thought we could use
the help," he'll say,
your brother,
but make no mistake.
Those are his men...
And they're here to take over.
So what do we do?
Making me say it
instead of you isn't gonna make
doing it any easier.
Plenty of people are bad
at english.
Yeah, but they're not proud
of it.
This problem you got...
It's a math problem.
Either you divide them,
or they multiply.
Capisce?
I got to piss.
Be ready.
When the shooting starts,
we vanish.
(indistinct whispering)
(clattering)
(whispers): It's the niece.
Show her the whistle.
(whistles two notes)
so we know
you're friendly next time.
Hey, you got any food on you?
There's too much heat
in the street to go out,
and we ate all the saltines
last night.
(sighs)
I got some pretzels in my bag.
You want a drink?
We're drinking.
No, ma'am.
Come on now. It's your birthday.
You're grown.
(laughs)
what, you thought I forgot?
Shit, I wish I could be
with y'all to celebrate,
eat me some cake.
- Cake?
- But this gonna have to do.
Oh, well,
liquor clouds the mind.
That's what I'm counting on.
(ethelrida laughs)
to my beautiful niece
and another twirl
around the sun.
I'll slurp to that.
- (swanee exhales)
- (zelmare clears throat)
aunt zelmare,
what would you do
if you saw something wrong?
Something you could fix?
Nothing.
What do you mean?
I mean nothing.
'cause you're a criminal?
I ain't a criminal.
You're innocent you're saying?
Girl, I ain't been innocent
since uncle charlie cornered me
in the shed when I was nine.
Then I don't understand.
Swanee:
She's saying we ain't criminals.
We're outlaws.
See, criminals play the game.
What game?
Life. The earth.
Zelmare: Society, right?
They got their rules.
Banking and family.
An honest dollar
for an honest day's work.
Politics and voting.
And the criminal...
He on the other side of that,
but still he play the game.
And if he plays it long enough,
he even starts
to talk about going legit.
The outlaw, on the other hand...
The outlaw, on the other hand...
Well, we reject the game.
Society.
Ain't nothing organized
about our crime,
'cause our crime is freedom.
No rules.
Zelmare:
And nothing's ever broke,
and there ain't nothing to fix.
All we want is to live
while we're alive
and... Die with a gun
in our hands.
You a bit of an outlaw.
- Me?
- Yeah.
Your mama sees it, too.
In the eyes.
That's why she say, "keep away."
I'm not an outlaw.
Then, which are you...
A convict or a square?
I'm not either one
of those things.
What are you, then?
I'm ethelrida pearl smutny.
One of a kind.
I just came home
to change my shirt.
- Mm-hmm.
- What?
What's wrong with her?
Where you off to?
They arrested your son.
I know. I'm handling it.
The same way
you're handling your other son,
lives in an attic
with an irishman?
Come on now.
We talked about that.
We did, and there he is, eating
someone else's food still.
Narcissa: Mm-hmm.
Doc's gonna bail the boy out
this morning.
He got his bell rung
pretty good, but he's all right.
I'll get him.
He's not the only boy
I got in there.
They all need bailing out.
Now, doc's gonna sort it.
You best get out of my way.
Narcissa: Mm-hmm.
You got something to say to me?
Don't you take this out on mama.
You ain't going down there.
Loy cannon,
you know better than to come
between a mother and her child.
- I'm handling it.
- Oh. You handling it.
Well, send a letter to the pope.
You hear that, mama?
- Daddy's handling it.
- Mm-hmm.
I got two baby girls
upstairs sleeping.
You're gonna handle them, too?
Maybe into the hospital
or the cemetery?
Pretty soon,
all we're gonna have around here
is a house full of clothes.
I said I'm...
You like that coat you wearing?
The food you're eating?
How about you, your majesty?
You like the view
from your room?
Your fancy blankets?
Where do you think
all that comes from?
The razor's edge.
What, we're supposed to get rich
and stay rich, how?
By saying our prayers?!
The boy went to the club,
and the bulls lit him up.
You act like that can't happen
just walking down the street.
Acting like I'm the villain,
when all I do is fight
for this family.
You don't like how it's going?
You're scared to take the risk?
Too bad.
We're on the ride now,
and we can't get off
till the roller coaster stops.
Now take off your damn coat
and get me some fucking coffee!
Can I get a "mm-hmm"?
Hmm.
Omie: Pong.
Opal: Ping.
Omie: Pong.
Opal: Ping.
Pong.
(spits)
my mouth tastes like metal.
Opal: Ping.
Omie:
The law loosed your fillings.
It's your own teeth
you're tasting.
Pong.
I know what it looks like.
Ping.
Is this prison or jail?
Kid got his bell rung
pretty good.
Nah, he just never been
in the clink before.
Thanks to pong over here.
Wearing grooves.
I moved him out the back
as soon as I saw 'em.
We was outnumbered.
That's good.
Tell the boss that.
"'we was outnumbered'
is why your oldest
is looking at a decade stretch
on a chain gang."
you hear music?
Ask the boy.
Ask him.
Leon fought... he fought hard.
Opal: He shouldn't
have been out there at all.
Boss's son.
Underage.
Neck deep in liquor
and syphilis.
I'm fucked.
May as well bite my own throat.
(keys jingling)
(lock clicks)
(gate slides open)
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
back in a box, huh?
Open the gate.
We'll see who ends up in a box.
You know why america
loves a crime story?
Because america
is a crime story.
But here's the rub.
When we hear a crime story,
who do we root for?
Not the poor sap that got taken.
The victim, no.
We root for the taker.
The guy with the gat.
(imitating machine gun)
see, this country loves a man
who takes what he wants.
Unless...
(whispers):
Unless that man looks like you.
Capisce?
See, johnny society looks at me,
they see a fella
that's using crime to get ahead.
But you?
All they see is crime.
And that's why
you're gonna lose.
'cause I can take all the money
and pussy I want
and still run for president.
But you?
It's always gonna be the rope.
Tell him it's time to surrender.
What's he gonna do?
Loy.
Man, go fuck yourself.
Milligan:
We don't have time for that.
This is about his boy.
What's the man gonna do?
Settle or war?
The devil lives in the past.
Ain't no going back
to the way it was.
Tell him I'll keep the boy safe.
No matter what.
Opal:
You just bring him back home.
- We'll watch him.
- No.
You're all gonna die.
(knocking)
(knocking)
buzz off.
Deafy:
It's me, palomino. Open up.
(exhales)
(knocking and grunting
rhythmically)
rough night?
(exhales) they're all rough.
Big raid, I heard.
Taking down some real bad guys.
You should've called.
Not your case.
Sure, but you and me...
We're partners.
So, anything you need.
¿comprendo?
We're not partners.
Hey.
Hey, that's private.
Guessing the story
didn't end well
for the girl in the picture.
No, she died.
Wife?
Intended.
While I was overseas.
Criminy.
How'd she go?
What?
I said "how did she go?"
if you don't mind me asking.
(sniffles)
nelson beets.
Broke in while she was sleeping.
Raped her, strangled her
with her own panties.
(odis sighs)
I got the letter
while I was in France.
(liquid pouring)
(sets bottle down)
well, they had me clearing
land mines...
On account I'm real precise.
Get a system, never vary.
Meanwhile, other guys
are getting distracted,
blowing themselves
to smithereens.
(exhales)
anyway, got the letter
one morning.
Went out to clear a field.
Just laid down
right there in the grass.
Must've been there
three, four hours.
You know, I swear...
The clouds look different
over there.
Different how?
I don't know. French, I guess.
What was her name?
Was there something you needed?
No. Just, uh...
I had a vision
last night is all,
while I was saying my prayers.
"shake the tree," said the lord.
"and your suspects shall fall
like sweet, ripe fruit."
so that's what I'm gonna do.
Thought you might want
to shake it with me.
I got to...
There's a lot of paperwork.
Big raid, you know?
Captain said, "stick with odis.
He'll be your guide."
yeah, but you been here,
what, 25 years now?
I'm surprised they ain't
named a street after you.
You'll be fine.
Okeydokey.
Well, I'll let you know
if anything comes out of my day.
Yeah. You do that.
(woman singing opera)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- (groaning)
- (laughing)
(speaking italian)
(groaning)
- (laughs)
- no.
Calamita, hey, hey.
Calamita, no, no.
He's right.
It's funny, yeah? (laughs)
like charlie chaplin. (laughs)
(man laughs)
let's go.
(gaetano sighs)
(man sighs)
calamita: He thinks he can
scare them, your brother,
like it's Halloween
and we're kids
with our trick or treat.
How josto scare them?
The more important is,
you scare an animal,
you don't know.
Sometimes it fights.
You have to kill it.
Boss, I'm trying to...
We got to make a move.
A real move.
Hey.
Chaplin, come...
What is this?
It's... what you... c-coffee.
That's what you call this?
Yeah, with, uh,
it looks like milk and sugar.
Milk and sugar?
(gaetano sighs)
you know what's wrong
with this country, hmm?
Your jesus...
Looks like a lady, hmm?
And everybody thinks
they're gonna be president
one day.
So nobody do the job they got.
(gaetano sighs)
in Italy, we paid to sweep...
...We sweep. (grunts)
(sighs)
we pay you to make a coffee,
you make coffee
like michelangelo.
- Hmm?
- Hey!
Boss, can you,
can you please sit down
and leave the fucking kid alone?
- Hmm?
- You think it's funny a man
slips in the ice, hmm?
Ice you're supposed to clear.
Your job.
But you think it's funny
because your lady jesus tell you
that I'm gonna turn
the other cheek.
Well... (exhales)
I'm italian.
And in Italy,
they had to nail our jesus
to the cross.
Otherwise, he comes down
and kill every last motherfucker
in jerusalem.
♪ ♪
- (woman singing opera)
- (exhales)
shh...
(crows cawing)
(thurman sighs)
well, that'll-that'll do her.
(doorbell rings)
mr. Cannon.
You need to invite us in,
thurman.
Oh, yeah. Of course. Come in.
Uh, it's for our daughter.
She turns 17 today.
So, that's, um...
So, how you been?
It's been a long night, thurman.
Don't try my patience.
Dibrell: Mr. Cannon,
I swear, whatever it is,
we can fix it.
Loy: You paid me back
with my own money.
We...
You robbed my place,
your proxy shot
a couple of my guys,
and then you turn around
and pay me back
with my own money,
which, I got to say,
is about ten for balls
- and zero for brains.
- I like cake.
(chuckles softly) no, not you.
Zero the number.
Dibrell: We have some cookies.
I-I can get your son
some cookies.
Sit!
Does this look like my son?
Does he look like my son?
Well...
Tell them your name.
Zirominu guglielmo fadda.
I traded for him.
You...
I traded my own son to my enemy
for power.
His mama cries herself to sleep
at night, but me?
I sleep like a baby.
You understand?
I will do
whatever it takes to win.
Yes, sir.
Get the boy a piece of cake.
(dish clatters)
your business is mine now.
You'll sign over the deed
this afternoon.
Um...
Mr. Cannon, p-please.
No, no. We're past "please."
now we're at,
"whatever you want, boss.
Just don't kill me."
also, you're gonna tell me
where your sister's at.
Oh, yeah,
I've been doing some asking.
Zelmare roulette.
(chuckles softly) some name.
Her and her butch indian.
They broke out of prison
and now they're here.
Well, I want 'em.
What are you gonna do?
Whatever the fuck I want.
- It's my fault.
- Thurman.
No.
I should've asked her
where she got the...
But... It's my first time, see?
Owing money to a...
And I didn't...
The rules, you know?
What are the rules?
Loy:
The rules are: You tell me
what I want to know,
or I paint this room with you
and wait for your daughter
to come home.
(shuddering)
okay.
(Stinct chatter)
well... I'm here.
What's the rumpus?
I knew you were trouble
moment I laid eyes on you.
Miss smutny.
Inside.
Now.
In all my years
of educating colored children,
I never had a u.S. Marshal
come to my office
and ask to talk to a student.
You mind giving us a minute?
(door opens)
(door closes)
I've been thinking about you.
About me?
Mm-hmm.
Straight a student, I'm told.
Speaks a foreign language.
My lord.
Your aunt, on the other hand...
She goes on a cough-syrup bender
that ends in the pistol grip
bludgeoning of a pregnant woman
and the prayerful execution
of her husband.
An armed robbery
that netted zelmare roulette
all of $9.58.
You thought she was in jail
for littering?
Oh, and then there's
her paramour swanee capps.
She was the third wheel
on a bank robbery crew
that killed
a bank-manager father-of-three
and the coach
of a peewee football team.
This is who you're protecting.
I know they're family,
and I know there,
on the north side of town,
colored folks talk
about "us versus them"
and "we got to stick together"
and what have you.
But if you deem yourself
a civilized person,
and I know you do,
you've got to act
in a civilized manner.
End of story.
So...
I'm asking.
Where's your auntie at?
"civilized"?
Mm-hmm. That's what I said.
You know, do you not,
that africa is
the birthplace of civilization?
Which means both
your ancestors and mine came
from the same green savannah.
I got an "a" in anthropology.
That's factual.
(laughs)
fascinating.
But... (laughs)
listen, I've been mired in
this town going on ten days now,
and I need to get home
to the wife and kids,
so I'll make this simple.
Tell me where your aunt is,
or I'll get you expelled.
- Sir...
- Oh, now it's "sir."
- please.
- No.
The lord said shake the tree,
and I'm shaking it.
Your life or hers.
One of 'em's getting ruined.
Which one is up to you.
Boss, let me explain.
Get him home.
His mama's worried sick.
You can handle that, right?
Of course I can. I didn't even
want to be in there.
Later.
Ready to work?
Yes, sir.
We leave in five.
Arm up.
Calling all cars.
Suspect fugitives are holed up
at the new parie hotel.
I am inbound, requesting backup.
Dispatcher: Roger that.
(laughs)
I could get used to this.
What, masticating savory vittles
and imbibing top-shelf hooch?
Hoo-wee!
Someone's been studying
their vocabulary.
I am trying to be punctilious
with my locution.
Girl, I don't know
what you just said,
but I like the way it sound.
(both laughing)
(zelmare and swanee gasp)
opal: Hands.
Ladies.
Cover yourselves up.
Never mind that.
Let's get this over with.
- Loy: You're the puker?
- (clicks tongue)
so you must be the shooter.
Give me my gun,
and I'll show you.
Loy: They got spirit.
God help me,
I love a girl with spirit.
Get dressed.
(tires squealing)
(car door closes)
swanee: Mister,
either rape us
or kill us already.
Loy: Dying's too easy.
You owe me,
and I'm putting you to work.
- We ain't whores.
- Don't need whores.
Need soldiers,
invisible soldiers.
Soldiers the other side
can't see coming.
Who's more invisible than you?
Deafy: Which room
are the two jailbirds in...
The negro and the injun?
313.
We don't like bosses.
You like bullets?
What do you want us to do?
(car doors close)
(engine starts)
zelmare: Hey...
(continues indistinctly)
(engine starts)
(car door closes)
son of a biscuit.
(door opens, bell jingles)
good afternoon.
Afternoon.
Cup of joe, doc?
Not today, nadine.
Am I talking to you,
or am I talking to him?
Please. (sniffles)
have a seat.
Where is the consigliere?
Please.
(calamita laughs)
you ever...?
You ever see a baby in a box?
What?
A human baby, I'm saying.
Not some... what do you...
Small dog.
A puppy.
They're called puppies.
(laughs)
I know they are called...
Listen, shit for brains,
this... Your little powwows
with the consigliere...
That's over.
You're not listening,
so we are gonna stop talking.
Give some indication you
understand the english language.
I thought you said
we weren't talking.
What?
You said you were done talking,
but then you kept on talking.
(calamita laughing)
calamita:
You think you're so smart?
Let's see how smart...
You are, talking to my knife.
Wait.
Have you seen a baby in a box?
I was...
A baby in a box, cheese dick.
On the boat, coming over.
Just me and mama... 15 years old.
And she died, my mama,
coming into new york harbor.
Tuberculosis, down in the hold.
So then it's just me...
A baby in a box... which...
Welcome to america.
Everybody's got a sad story.
No, no, no, no.
You're not getting it.
Why I'm telling you
is not feel bad for me.
Why I'm telling you is,
you need to know...
There ain't a monster on earth
tougher...
Than an orphan in a box.
When you're dead in the street
with shit in your pants,
just remember that...
You should've listened.
Is that a fact?
Yes.
That's a fact.
(sniffles)
nadine.
I think I'll have
that cup of coffee now.
Son, I hate to be the one
to tell you, but...
You got it all wrong.
Your countryman machiavelli...
He wrote,
"he who wishes to be obeyed
must know how to command."
thank you, nadine.
(sighs)
like I tried to tell you,
I don't know how
they do it in your country,
but here in america...
...Respect is earned.
Ebal...
He earned my respect.
But you...
(laughing): You...
You're just boys...
Making a mess
that one day
I'm gonna have to clean up.
Hmm?
Thanks...
For the coffee, nadine.
(door opens, bell jingles)
(sniffles)
(door closes, bell jingles)
(door opens, bell jingles)
(footfalls approaching)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
we should blow.
Bulls'll be here soon.
He don't deserve to be left out
in the street like this.
(siren wailing)
(sighs)
boss, we got to go.
(siren wailing)
come on. Come on.
(cars departing)
♪ ♪
Take irish.
Merda.
- (gunshots)
- (tires screech)
(horn honking)
if you ordered it, I got no
problem accepting consequence.
But I know
you don't want to start a war.
I didn't order a goddamn hit!
Loy: Who's calling
the shots over there?
The ape or the pipsqueak?
You're giving orders now?
Are we at war?
Not yet.
(screaming)
but we're trying real hard.
Gaetano: These mulignani...
They think that...
We are weak.
They're right.
You're weak.
You took a shot.
You missed.
Now my enemy's got 300 guns.
What is it with everybody today,
thinking
they can talk back to me
like we're having a debate?
You,
put the muscle on cannon.
Bust some heads,
make some arrests.
Loy: Sell 200 to mort kellerman.
Tell him
he can have 'em at cost.
But he owes us devotion.
(whooping)
(applause, whistling)
(playing "moanin'")
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
man, that cat can blow.
(door opens)
party's over!
(woman screams)
the party's over!
We got to go!
Freeze, sambo.
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
stop! You're killing him!
(grunting)
(panting)
- (grunts)
- (wheezes)
♪ ♪
(officer chuckles)
(siren wailing)
- (car doors close)
- (indistinct chatter)
hai visto.
That's how it's done.
(indistinct chatter)
(car doors close)
- (engine starts)
- I really hate that guy.
♪ ♪
rifle claus came early
this year.
Something like that.
You know the terms.
Guns for loyalty.
We going to war
with the eyeties?
Depends.
On?
(engine starts)
arrivederci!
Doctor senator:
Just stay by the phone!
We'll call you when we need you!
(thunder rumbling)
(blows)
what do you want to do
about the funeral home?
It's ours now.
Tell 'em. Make it clear.
If they tell us where the dykes
are, we'll let 'em live.
If not...
- Man: Police!
- (door opens)
(shouting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
- cracker-ass motherfucker.
- The fuck you say?
(exclaims)
odis: Grab some air.
Hey.
I said grab some air!
You boys are breaking the law.
What law?
Having too many teeth.
(hisses)
whoops.
What's my money bag doing here
on the floor?
Better put this back in the car.
I know you.
No, you don't.
(crash)
loy: Yeah.
I heard about you.
(crash)
odis here was in the war.
Minesweeper.
Every day, take his men...
And hoof it on ahead
of the army,
looking for land mines.
You shut up.
Lot of turnover in odis's unit.
Boom! There goes sammy.
Boom! There goes mike.
Whole thing started to make
odis a little twitchy.
Until, one day,
he couldn't take it no more.
So he laid down in the grass.
Just looks at the clouds.
Army rolls up.
Colonel says,
"odis,
did you clear this field?"
and odis says,
- "yes, sir."
- (gasping)
- see...
- I cleared it.
Colonel had to take a piss.
So he walks out into the field
and...
Boom!
They got to send him home
in a tureen.
That's a pot they put soup in.
(hoarsely): Get 'em out of here.
Not-not him.
Officer: Get 'em all out. Go.
Officer 2: You heard him.
(stammers, exhales)
you didn't fight in the war,
did you?
- (panting)
- nah, man.
Why would I fight for a country
that wants me dead?
(chuckles) boom!
(shuddering)
josto fadda says...
Stick to the deal.
Boom!
♪ ♪
- (man groaning)
- (phone ringing in distance)
(groaning continues)
(groaning loudly)
shh!
Ethelrida: Dear dr. Harvard...
I am writing
to inform you of the actions
of one of your nurses.
(knocking)
(door opens)
thurman: Decent?
Lights out.
Big day tomorrow.
What?
Your birthday.
Don't tell me you forgot.
(exhales) yeah.
Right, it's a... it's a big day.
Hey, dad, what-what's laudanum?
Chemistry homework?
Not exactly.
Well, let's see.
Laudanum, it's a...
It's a painkiller.
Real potent.
Is it dangerous?
Could be if you take too much.
Why?
I saw it at mrs. Mayflower's,
across the way.
Tons.
Well, hon, she is a nurse.
But it's not something
she should be keeping
around the house.
Lights out now, okay?
Okay, daddy.
Dad.
Are we ever gonna see
aunt zelmare again?
Of course we will.
She's just, you know,
an escaped convict, so...
Where did she go?
(inhales)
she's, um... (exhales)
well, I don't know that you need
to know that, young lady.
She's at a residential hotel
downtown, holed up.
The new parie or some such.
But don't you even think of
going down there, you hear me?
(whispers): Okay.
Listen...
This miss mayflower.
She's...
She's not really...
I mean,
I'm sure she's real nice,
but she's not someone
you should be hanging around.
Huh?
We got a real precarious
situation here,
living outside the law and all.
So...
Not to mention,
I think she might've poisoned
that pie she baked us.
Anyway,
steer clear.
All right.
Say hello to the sandman,
birthday girl.
Ethelrida: I've worked
alongside oraetta mayflower
for many years now...
- (groaning)
- (thud)
...And felt that I should bring
certain actions of hers
to your attention.
In the last year,
many of nurse mayflower's
patients have died
under mysterious circumstance.
(fanfare plays over radio)
newsman (over radio): President truman,
asking congress
for strong anti-inflation laws,
says
we must remain strong at home
to beat worldwide communism.
Truman: And the way to do it is
to have
an anti-inflation program,
including price controls,
wage controls, rent controls,
credit controls...
Controls that really
hold down prices
and the cost of living.
You carry the five,
don't forget.
(josto sighs)
what's he working on?
Satchel, tell the boss
what you're working on.
Long division.
You're teaching him?
- I'm bad at math.
- Funny.
No one ever says
"I'm bad at english."
what?
Nothing.
We got 'em on the run, I think,
after last night.
The way I figure,
he'll go home...
Gaetano.
This thing's rightly sorted,
there's no war to fight.
He'll go home.
Would you?
Would I what?
Italy's over.
We turned it into a toilet.
This is the land of plenty.
Boom times.
Would you go back?
Maybe he gets
another city, then.
Cleveland.
Yeah, moreno's in cleveland.
No, you watch.
Train's gonna pull in next week,
maybe earlier...
Ten, 20 guys
from the old country.
"I just thought we could use
the help," he'll say,
your brother,
but make no mistake.
Those are his men...
And they're here to take over.
So what do we do?
Making me say it
instead of you isn't gonna make
doing it any easier.
Plenty of people are bad
at english.
Yeah, but they're not proud
of it.
This problem you got...
It's a math problem.
Either you divide them,
or they multiply.
Capisce?
I got to piss.
Be ready.
When the shooting starts,
we vanish.
(indistinct whispering)
(clattering)
(whispers): It's the niece.
Show her the whistle.
(whistles two notes)
so we know
you're friendly next time.
Hey, you got any food on you?
There's too much heat
in the street to go out,
and we ate all the saltines
last night.
(sighs)
I got some pretzels in my bag.
You want a drink?
We're drinking.
No, ma'am.
Come on now. It's your birthday.
You're grown.
(laughs)
what, you thought I forgot?
Shit, I wish I could be
with y'all to celebrate,
eat me some cake.
- Cake?
- But this gonna have to do.
Oh, well,
liquor clouds the mind.
That's what I'm counting on.
(ethelrida laughs)
to my beautiful niece
and another twirl
around the sun.
I'll slurp to that.
- (swanee exhales)
- (zelmare clears throat)
aunt zelmare,
what would you do
if you saw something wrong?
Something you could fix?
Nothing.
What do you mean?
I mean nothing.
'cause you're a criminal?
I ain't a criminal.
You're innocent you're saying?
Girl, I ain't been innocent
since uncle charlie cornered me
in the shed when I was nine.
Then I don't understand.
Swanee:
She's saying we ain't criminals.
We're outlaws.
See, criminals play the game.
What game?
Life. The earth.
Zelmare: Society, right?
They got their rules.
Banking and family.
An honest dollar
for an honest day's work.
Politics and voting.
And the criminal...
He on the other side of that,
but still he play the game.
And if he plays it long enough,
he even starts
to talk about going legit.
The outlaw, on the other hand...
The outlaw, on the other hand...
Well, we reject the game.
Society.
Ain't nothing organized
about our crime,
'cause our crime is freedom.
No rules.
Zelmare:
And nothing's ever broke,
and there ain't nothing to fix.
All we want is to live
while we're alive
and... Die with a gun
in our hands.
You a bit of an outlaw.
- Me?
- Yeah.
Your mama sees it, too.
In the eyes.
That's why she say, "keep away."
I'm not an outlaw.
Then, which are you...
A convict or a square?
I'm not either one
of those things.
What are you, then?
I'm ethelrida pearl smutny.
One of a kind.
I just came home
to change my shirt.
- Mm-hmm.
- What?
What's wrong with her?
Where you off to?
They arrested your son.
I know. I'm handling it.
The same way
you're handling your other son,
lives in an attic
with an irishman?
Come on now.
We talked about that.
We did, and there he is, eating
someone else's food still.
Narcissa: Mm-hmm.
Doc's gonna bail the boy out
this morning.
He got his bell rung
pretty good, but he's all right.
I'll get him.
He's not the only boy
I got in there.
They all need bailing out.
Now, doc's gonna sort it.
You best get out of my way.
Narcissa: Mm-hmm.
You got something to say to me?
Don't you take this out on mama.
You ain't going down there.
Loy cannon,
you know better than to come
between a mother and her child.
- I'm handling it.
- Oh. You handling it.
Well, send a letter to the pope.
You hear that, mama?
- Daddy's handling it.
- Mm-hmm.
I got two baby girls
upstairs sleeping.
You're gonna handle them, too?
Maybe into the hospital
or the cemetery?
Pretty soon,
all we're gonna have around here
is a house full of clothes.
I said I'm...
You like that coat you wearing?
The food you're eating?
How about you, your majesty?
You like the view
from your room?
Your fancy blankets?
Where do you think
all that comes from?
The razor's edge.
What, we're supposed to get rich
and stay rich, how?
By saying our prayers?!
The boy went to the club,
and the bulls lit him up.
You act like that can't happen
just walking down the street.
Acting like I'm the villain,
when all I do is fight
for this family.
You don't like how it's going?
You're scared to take the risk?
Too bad.
We're on the ride now,
and we can't get off
till the roller coaster stops.
Now take off your damn coat
and get me some fucking coffee!
Can I get a "mm-hmm"?
Hmm.
Omie: Pong.
Opal: Ping.
Omie: Pong.
Opal: Ping.
Pong.
(spits)
my mouth tastes like metal.
Opal: Ping.
Omie:
The law loosed your fillings.
It's your own teeth
you're tasting.
Pong.
I know what it looks like.
Ping.
Is this prison or jail?
Kid got his bell rung
pretty good.
Nah, he just never been
in the clink before.
Thanks to pong over here.
Wearing grooves.
I moved him out the back
as soon as I saw 'em.
We was outnumbered.
That's good.
Tell the boss that.
"'we was outnumbered'
is why your oldest
is looking at a decade stretch
on a chain gang."
you hear music?
Ask the boy.
Ask him.
Leon fought... he fought hard.
Opal: He shouldn't
have been out there at all.
Boss's son.
Underage.
Neck deep in liquor
and syphilis.
I'm fucked.
May as well bite my own throat.
(keys jingling)
(lock clicks)
(gate slides open)
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
back in a box, huh?
Open the gate.
We'll see who ends up in a box.
You know why america
loves a crime story?
Because america
is a crime story.
But here's the rub.
When we hear a crime story,
who do we root for?
Not the poor sap that got taken.
The victim, no.
We root for the taker.
The guy with the gat.
(imitating machine gun)
see, this country loves a man
who takes what he wants.
Unless...
(whispers):
Unless that man looks like you.
Capisce?
See, johnny society looks at me,
they see a fella
that's using crime to get ahead.
But you?
All they see is crime.
And that's why
you're gonna lose.
'cause I can take all the money
and pussy I want
and still run for president.
But you?
It's always gonna be the rope.
Tell him it's time to surrender.
What's he gonna do?
Loy.
Man, go fuck yourself.
Milligan:
We don't have time for that.
This is about his boy.
What's the man gonna do?
Settle or war?
The devil lives in the past.
Ain't no going back
to the way it was.
Tell him I'll keep the boy safe.
No matter what.
Opal:
You just bring him back home.
- We'll watch him.
- No.
You're all gonna die.
(knocking)
(knocking)
buzz off.
Deafy:
It's me, palomino. Open up.
(exhales)
(knocking and grunting
rhythmically)
rough night?
(exhales) they're all rough.
Big raid, I heard.
Taking down some real bad guys.
You should've called.
Not your case.
Sure, but you and me...
We're partners.
So, anything you need.
¿comprendo?
We're not partners.
Hey.
Hey, that's private.
Guessing the story
didn't end well
for the girl in the picture.
No, she died.
Wife?
Intended.
While I was overseas.
Criminy.
How'd she go?
What?
I said "how did she go?"
if you don't mind me asking.
(sniffles)
nelson beets.
Broke in while she was sleeping.
Raped her, strangled her
with her own panties.
(odis sighs)
I got the letter
while I was in France.
(liquid pouring)
(sets bottle down)
well, they had me clearing
land mines...
On account I'm real precise.
Get a system, never vary.
Meanwhile, other guys
are getting distracted,
blowing themselves
to smithereens.
(exhales)
anyway, got the letter
one morning.
Went out to clear a field.
Just laid down
right there in the grass.
Must've been there
three, four hours.
You know, I swear...
The clouds look different
over there.
Different how?
I don't know. French, I guess.
What was her name?
Was there something you needed?
No. Just, uh...
I had a vision
last night is all,
while I was saying my prayers.
"shake the tree," said the lord.
"and your suspects shall fall
like sweet, ripe fruit."
so that's what I'm gonna do.
Thought you might want
to shake it with me.
I got to...
There's a lot of paperwork.
Big raid, you know?
Captain said, "stick with odis.
He'll be your guide."
yeah, but you been here,
what, 25 years now?
I'm surprised they ain't
named a street after you.
You'll be fine.
Okeydokey.
Well, I'll let you know
if anything comes out of my day.
Yeah. You do that.
(woman singing opera)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- (groaning)
- (laughing)
(speaking italian)
(groaning)
- (laughs)
- no.
Calamita, hey, hey.
Calamita, no, no.
He's right.
It's funny, yeah? (laughs)
like charlie chaplin. (laughs)
(man laughs)
let's go.
(gaetano sighs)
(man sighs)
calamita: He thinks he can
scare them, your brother,
like it's Halloween
and we're kids
with our trick or treat.
How josto scare them?
The more important is,
you scare an animal,
you don't know.
Sometimes it fights.
You have to kill it.
Boss, I'm trying to...
We got to make a move.
A real move.
Hey.
Chaplin, come...
What is this?
It's... what you... c-coffee.
That's what you call this?
Yeah, with, uh,
it looks like milk and sugar.
Milk and sugar?
(gaetano sighs)
you know what's wrong
with this country, hmm?
Your jesus...
Looks like a lady, hmm?
And everybody thinks
they're gonna be president
one day.
So nobody do the job they got.
(gaetano sighs)
in Italy, we paid to sweep...
...We sweep. (grunts)
(sighs)
we pay you to make a coffee,
you make coffee
like michelangelo.
- Hmm?
- Hey!
Boss, can you,
can you please sit down
and leave the fucking kid alone?
- Hmm?
- You think it's funny a man
slips in the ice, hmm?
Ice you're supposed to clear.
Your job.
But you think it's funny
because your lady jesus tell you
that I'm gonna turn
the other cheek.
Well... (exhales)
I'm italian.
And in Italy,
they had to nail our jesus
to the cross.
Otherwise, he comes down
and kill every last motherfucker
in jerusalem.
♪ ♪
- (woman singing opera)
- (exhales)
shh...
(crows cawing)
(thurman sighs)
well, that'll-that'll do her.
(doorbell rings)
mr. Cannon.
You need to invite us in,
thurman.
Oh, yeah. Of course. Come in.
Uh, it's for our daughter.
She turns 17 today.
So, that's, um...
So, how you been?
It's been a long night, thurman.
Don't try my patience.
Dibrell: Mr. Cannon,
I swear, whatever it is,
we can fix it.
Loy: You paid me back
with my own money.
We...
You robbed my place,
your proxy shot
a couple of my guys,
and then you turn around
and pay me back
with my own money,
which, I got to say,
is about ten for balls
- and zero for brains.
- I like cake.
(chuckles softly) no, not you.
Zero the number.
Dibrell: We have some cookies.
I-I can get your son
some cookies.
Sit!
Does this look like my son?
Does he look like my son?
Well...
Tell them your name.
Zirominu guglielmo fadda.
I traded for him.
You...
I traded my own son to my enemy
for power.
His mama cries herself to sleep
at night, but me?
I sleep like a baby.
You understand?
I will do
whatever it takes to win.
Yes, sir.
Get the boy a piece of cake.
(dish clatters)
your business is mine now.
You'll sign over the deed
this afternoon.
Um...
Mr. Cannon, p-please.
No, no. We're past "please."
now we're at,
"whatever you want, boss.
Just don't kill me."
also, you're gonna tell me
where your sister's at.
Oh, yeah,
I've been doing some asking.
Zelmare roulette.
(chuckles softly) some name.
Her and her butch indian.
They broke out of prison
and now they're here.
Well, I want 'em.
What are you gonna do?
Whatever the fuck I want.
- It's my fault.
- Thurman.
No.
I should've asked her
where she got the...
But... It's my first time, see?
Owing money to a...
And I didn't...
The rules, you know?
What are the rules?
Loy:
The rules are: You tell me
what I want to know,
or I paint this room with you
and wait for your daughter
to come home.
(shuddering)
okay.
(Stinct chatter)
well... I'm here.
What's the rumpus?
I knew you were trouble
moment I laid eyes on you.
Miss smutny.
Inside.
Now.
In all my years
of educating colored children,
I never had a u.S. Marshal
come to my office
and ask to talk to a student.
You mind giving us a minute?
(door opens)
(door closes)
I've been thinking about you.
About me?
Mm-hmm.
Straight a student, I'm told.
Speaks a foreign language.
My lord.
Your aunt, on the other hand...
She goes on a cough-syrup bender
that ends in the pistol grip
bludgeoning of a pregnant woman
and the prayerful execution
of her husband.
An armed robbery
that netted zelmare roulette
all of $9.58.
You thought she was in jail
for littering?
Oh, and then there's
her paramour swanee capps.
She was the third wheel
on a bank robbery crew
that killed
a bank-manager father-of-three
and the coach
of a peewee football team.
This is who you're protecting.
I know they're family,
and I know there,
on the north side of town,
colored folks talk
about "us versus them"
and "we got to stick together"
and what have you.
But if you deem yourself
a civilized person,
and I know you do,
you've got to act
in a civilized manner.
End of story.
So...
I'm asking.
Where's your auntie at?
"civilized"?
Mm-hmm. That's what I said.
You know, do you not,
that africa is
the birthplace of civilization?
Which means both
your ancestors and mine came
from the same green savannah.
I got an "a" in anthropology.
That's factual.
(laughs)
fascinating.
But... (laughs)
listen, I've been mired in
this town going on ten days now,
and I need to get home
to the wife and kids,
so I'll make this simple.
Tell me where your aunt is,
or I'll get you expelled.
- Sir...
- Oh, now it's "sir."
- please.
- No.
The lord said shake the tree,
and I'm shaking it.
Your life or hers.
One of 'em's getting ruined.
Which one is up to you.
Boss, let me explain.
Get him home.
His mama's worried sick.
You can handle that, right?
Of course I can. I didn't even
want to be in there.
Later.
Ready to work?
Yes, sir.
We leave in five.
Arm up.
Calling all cars.
Suspect fugitives are holed up
at the new parie hotel.
I am inbound, requesting backup.
Dispatcher: Roger that.
(laughs)
I could get used to this.
What, masticating savory vittles
and imbibing top-shelf hooch?
Hoo-wee!
Someone's been studying
their vocabulary.
I am trying to be punctilious
with my locution.
Girl, I don't know
what you just said,
but I like the way it sound.
(both laughing)
(zelmare and swanee gasp)
opal: Hands.
Ladies.
Cover yourselves up.
Never mind that.
Let's get this over with.
- Loy: You're the puker?
- (clicks tongue)
so you must be the shooter.
Give me my gun,
and I'll show you.
Loy: They got spirit.
God help me,
I love a girl with spirit.
Get dressed.
(tires squealing)
(car door closes)
swanee: Mister,
either rape us
or kill us already.
Loy: Dying's too easy.
You owe me,
and I'm putting you to work.
- We ain't whores.
- Don't need whores.
Need soldiers,
invisible soldiers.
Soldiers the other side
can't see coming.
Who's more invisible than you?
Deafy: Which room
are the two jailbirds in...
The negro and the injun?
313.
We don't like bosses.
You like bullets?
What do you want us to do?
(car doors close)
(engine starts)
zelmare: Hey...
(continues indistinctly)
(engine starts)
(car door closes)
son of a biscuit.
(door opens, bell jingles)
good afternoon.
Afternoon.
Cup of joe, doc?
Not today, nadine.
Am I talking to you,
or am I talking to him?
Please. (sniffles)
have a seat.
Where is the consigliere?
Please.
(calamita laughs)
you ever...?
You ever see a baby in a box?
What?
A human baby, I'm saying.
Not some... what do you...
Small dog.
A puppy.
They're called puppies.
(laughs)
I know they are called...
Listen, shit for brains,
this... Your little powwows
with the consigliere...
That's over.
You're not listening,
so we are gonna stop talking.
Give some indication you
understand the english language.
I thought you said
we weren't talking.
What?
You said you were done talking,
but then you kept on talking.
(calamita laughing)
calamita:
You think you're so smart?
Let's see how smart...
You are, talking to my knife.
Wait.
Have you seen a baby in a box?
I was...
A baby in a box, cheese dick.
On the boat, coming over.
Just me and mama... 15 years old.
And she died, my mama,
coming into new york harbor.
Tuberculosis, down in the hold.
So then it's just me...
A baby in a box... which...
Welcome to america.
Everybody's got a sad story.
No, no, no, no.
You're not getting it.
Why I'm telling you
is not feel bad for me.
Why I'm telling you is,
you need to know...
There ain't a monster on earth
tougher...
Than an orphan in a box.
When you're dead in the street
with shit in your pants,
just remember that...
You should've listened.
Is that a fact?
Yes.
That's a fact.
(sniffles)
nadine.
I think I'll have
that cup of coffee now.
Son, I hate to be the one
to tell you, but...
You got it all wrong.
Your countryman machiavelli...
He wrote,
"he who wishes to be obeyed
must know how to command."
thank you, nadine.
(sighs)
like I tried to tell you,
I don't know how
they do it in your country,
but here in america...
...Respect is earned.
Ebal...
He earned my respect.
But you...
(laughing): You...
You're just boys...
Making a mess
that one day
I'm gonna have to clean up.
Hmm?
Thanks...
For the coffee, nadine.
(door opens, bell jingles)
(sniffles)
(door closes, bell jingles)
(door opens, bell jingles)
(footfalls approaching)
(door closes)
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♪ ♪
we should blow.
Bulls'll be here soon.
He don't deserve to be left out
in the street like this.
(siren wailing)
(sighs)
boss, we got to go.
(siren wailing)
come on. Come on.
(cars departing)
♪ ♪