Public Morals (2015): Season 1, Episode 9 - Starts with a Snowflake - full transcript

S01E09
Starts With a Snowflake

what happened?

Where is he?

Where's Danny?!
Where the hell is he?

Stop asking so many freaking
questions! Open the door.

Tell me he's okay.

Just say he's okay.

Do me a favor, Shea.

Hang back here, all right?

'Bout time
I heard from you, Freddy.

Hope you've got
something good for me.



Well, I got nothing on the
murder of your Uncle, all right?

But... but come on.

I do got something
on the pattons

- I know you're gonna want.
- Oh, yeah?

So, according to
this guy I know, right?

Rusty stepped out on his own.

This guy you know?
This guy got a name?

Yeah, you know, that big, fat,
greasy hump, Johnny Snowflakes.

Johnny Snowflakes?
Never heard of him.

Ah, come on.
You know Snowflakes.

Trust me, Freddy, I don't
know anybody by that name.

You sure, man? He's been working
for the pattons for years.

He's the big, fat guy...
a little light in the loafers.

- You mean John w? The whale?
- Exactly.



What the hell you doing
hanging out with him?

I was at a card game
with this guy last night.

- I was cleaning his clock.
- Oh, yeah? That's it?

Yes.

Hear this out, okay?

So, the whole time
we're at this card game,

all he can do
is piss and moan about Rusty.

Rusty's got this guy
managing a gay bar,

and this fat bastard
is nervous as all hell

because he knows Rusty's doing
his gay-bar thing on the side

away from his old man.

That's pretty good, Freddy.

All right, he say
where this spot is?

Uh, meat-packing district.
Uh, Washington off Horatio.

All right, and Wallace says that
his is one of Rusty's joints?

Oh, yeah, yeah. That's what's
got this guy so damn nervous.

He don't want no part
of double-crossing the big guy.

He knows what it'll get him.

This is good, Freddy.
This is real good.

Telling ya, man, I know.

So, come on. I mean,
work a little magic for me now?

Get me back in that parlor lane?
I was making a killing there.

Look, this pans out,
I will take care of that.

And I actually might have
some other shit

- that we might need to discuss.
- All right.

- You stay in touch.
- Will do.

You know me...
anything you need.

All right.

Well, that must be
the joint right there.

So, what do we do?

Well, I'm gonna stay here
and listen to the radio.

You're gonna go in there
and act like you belong.

Now, that doesn't mean you're
gonna swoosh into the place

and prance around
like a ballerina, okay?

Just act natural, like
maybe you're a fresh-faced kid

who took the Long Island
rail road in from queens.

Ah, come on.

Is this like the fight with Vince

or some other part
of my initiation or something?

No, Shea.
No, this is the real deal.

I need you to go in

and see if you can identify
the guy who runs this place.

Know what he looks like?

Yeah, you're not gonna
be able to miss him.

His nickname is Snowflakes,

but his real name
is John Wallace.

If he's in there,
you just come right back out.

You let me know.
Think you can handle that?

Yeah.

Excuse me.
Could I have a beer, please?

Thank you.

New to the big city?

Who? Me?

Who else might I be speaking to?

Uh... Yeah.

I'm from out of town.

I could tell.

I can always tell when a young
man is new to the big city.

Want to know how I can tell?

No. Not really.

How'd you hear about this place,
anyhow?

Supposed to be a private club.

A friend.

He said he knows the guy
that runs the joint.

Your friend must be
a rough customer

if he knows Johnny Snowflakes.

Not really. Why?

What's so scary about him?

Look for yourself.

So everything's all right?

It's all good, boss.

So that could happen.

They say
he's a very dangerous man,

even though he's one of us.

"One of us"?

You sure
you're in the right place?

Yeah I am sure.

You want me to
read you something tonight?

Yeah, I guess that'd be nice.

I thought you were going out.

Nah, they can wait.

What would you like?

Shakespeare? "Yeets"? The Bible?

That's Yeats.

So much for Spence.

And anything but the Bible.

All right.

"Yeets" it is.

Oh, God.

"The old men admiring
themselves in the water.

I heard the old, old men say,

'everything alters,
and one by one, we drop away.'

they had hands like claws,

and their knees were twisted

like the old Thorn-trees
by the waters.

I heard the old, old men say,

'all that's beautiful
drifts away.'"

good choice, kid.

You trying to give me a message?

So? Any sign of him?

Yeah. Yeah, he's, uh...

there's a door behind the bar.
He's in there.

He must have an office back there,
something like that.

All right, when we go in,

you wait by the front door,

and, uh, I'll let you know
if I need ya.

Yeah.

Hey.
You're not allowed back there.

Whoa! Johnny Wallace. Hey,
I hate to break up the party.

Shit. Muldoon. What the
hell are you doing here?

I should be asking you
the same thing.

Kid, take a hike. Come on.
Let's go. Move it.

John, what is going on here?

You know you can't have
what's going on upstairs

without us having it
on the list,

and nobody at the office
knows about this.

Oh, it's not what you think,
Terry.

I-I-I just manage the joint.

All right. All right.
Fair enough.

So, uh,
who are you managing it for?

Come on, Terry.

You know I can't tell you that.

You want to take the fall
for this, be my guest.

I don't care.

But you should know

everyone is gonna assume
that this is your joint,

and they're gonna assume
everything that goes along with that.

By the way, I love the ascot.

We'll see you around, John.

But no, no, no.
Terry, Terry, come on.

Listen to reason, please.
You listen to me.

Terry, please wait.

Listen to me. You got to
listen to me. Please.

I can't let anybody
find out about this.

You understand?

I mean, if anybody
finds out about this,

you know
what they're gonna do to me.

Yeah, I completely understand,

which is why you need to tell me
whose joint this is,

or I'm gonna have to tell
every bartender on 10th Avenue

how you've been
spending your Saturday nights.

Come on. What?
We go back a long way. Come on.

Oh, we do. We do.

And you know the only way
to safe your ass is by talking.

It's Rusty Patton's place.

Is that a fact, huh? Mm-hmm.

And what does the old man
think about all this?

Oh, he don't know
anything about this.

This is Rusty's own deal.

Yeah? And how many other
spots like this does he have?

He's got two others
down here on the West Side.

Uh... One's an after-hours club.

The other's
a joint just like this.

And you're trying to tell me

that the big guy
knows nothing about these spots?

I swear. No, no.
He knows nothing.

Swear.

All right, John.

That's all I need.

And don't worry.

Your secret is safe with me.

So, what? We're not gonna
make a single arrest?

Well, who would you have
liked us to grab?

We could've had
anybody in that place.

Oh, yeah? And what good
would that have done?

They were breaking the law.

Yeah? Well, it's a stupid law.

S-so why'd we even bother
going down there?

Because there were other things at play.

And in that respect,
it was a very successful night.

May I ask what that was?

Well, let me put it this way.

There are the laws,
and there are the rules.

And over time, you will learn
to identify the difference.

Oh, you're up.

How'd it go
with the kids this morning?

It's fine.

We need to talk.

About what?

I want to talk about the house.

All right.

Well, first of all,

we are not borrowing any money
from my parents.

Why not?
Your father offered to help.

It's not like I asked him.
He's the one who brought it up.

Yeah, because
you're always harping about

how miserable you are here
and how much you hate the city.

And you know what's amazing
about your father?

Unlike you, he listens to me.

And we are miserable here.
This apartment is too small,

and the neighborhood
is going to shit.

Neighborhood is fine.

It's no different
from when I was a kid.

Well, I guess
it was shit back then, too.

I'm fed up, Terry.

I don't understand.
Why don't you want to leave?

I mean, I think
we'd all love an explanation

as to what's so great
about living in hell's kitchen.

Well, you know what?
It's the little things.

If we were living out in Queens,

I wouldn't be able to come home
during the day like I do

- and eat with the kids.
- If that's your only reason, don't worry.

We'll be happy
to save the leftovers for you.

I can't do it anymore, Terry.
I got to get out of this place.

I don't want our kids
walking home from school,

talking about
the different street corners

where this one was killed
and that one was stabbed.

I want to be able to
open up the front door

and let them go out
and play at night

and not have to worry
about a run-in

with some drunken,
homicidal lunatic.

Now, I'm accepting the loan
from your parents,

and me and the kids are moving.

You can either join us,

or you can stay here
in your beloved hovel,

but we're moving.

And if you don't like it,
too goddamn bad about you.

♪ I'm like a child

Hello, Mr. Patton.

Uh, sorry to call you
at home, sir.

This is John Wallace.

John, what can I do for ya?

Well, it's about Rusty, sir.

Before you found out
from anyone else,

I wanted you to know
that he's been, well,

taking business off the map.

Is that a fact?

What kind of business?

Well, he's been fronting
a couple of bars.

Uh... Bars for queers.

And, uh, last night,
we got raided by Terry Muldoon.

You said "we."

Are you involved in this, John?

O-only because Rusty
wanted me to,

but I swear, I told him
it was a very bad idea.

Of course, Muldoon
was asking who ran the place.

Of course,
I... I didn't tell him shit,

but he knew it was Rusty,

so I figured you'd want to know

since they're gonna
grab Rusty over this.

But I just want to
be clear with you, sir.

Mr. Patton, I wasn't the one
who ratted to the cops.

Well, thank you, John.

Thank you very much.

You did right by telling me.

Now, if I were you,

I'd get out of this town
shortly, if not sooner.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Here.

Okay, so, do you think
it's Sean... or Don?

It has to be Sean.
I didn't sleep with Don.

How late are you?

A few weeks.

That doesn't mean
you're pregnant.

I know.

It's just, I haven't been
feeling really well lately.

I almost fainted
the other morning,

and, clearly,
I'm throwing up every day.

You got to go to the doctor
and find out for sure.

- I can't.
- Why not?

He's been my doctor
since I was a little girl.

We're catholic.

How am I supposed to tell him
that I think I'm pregnant?

Okay, you'll go to my doctor.

Okay?

Let me call him right now.

And what do I do if I am?

We're not there yet.

Trucking and storage.

Thomas, why don't you
talk to me about gay bars.

I told him it was a bad idea.

You told him,
but you didn't tell me.

Well, I knew
you wouldn't be happy about it.

You're goddamn right
I'm not happy about it.

I have a good mind
to give Muldoon what he wants,

and do you know
what he wants, Thomas?

He wants Rusty.

Wait a minute.

L-l-let me talk to Rusty, okay?
He listens to me.

We're done with talking to him.

You tell him that he is
no longer welcome in my life.

Do you understand?

From now on, as far
as I'm concerned,

my son...
if he really was my son...

is dead to me.

He's dead to me.

And by the way, Thomas,
you're dead to me, too.

You've proven to me
where your loyalties lie.

You want to help Rusty
continue down this...

this path to madness?

Well, you can do it
without my support.

And you can do it
without my protection.

Do you understand?

Without my protection,
God damn you!

Monk.

I've got to put
some things into motion...

About that little trip
that we discussed.

Understand?

You're not
gonna believe it, Irish.

The West Side crazies
finally made the papers.

Now, granted, it's page 22,
but at least we got some ink.

You know that prick there?

Yeah, I'd like all the help
you can give me on this, err.

Yeah, well,
somebody downtown must think

that I've got some major hooks
here in hell's kitchen,

because, uh,
guess who caught the case.

Well, they must figure
you been doing such a good job

on all the other
West Side homicides,

they got to give it
to their top dog, right?

You know what, you donkey prick?

It wouldn't surprise me
if you and your old man

weren't juicing
somebody at headquarters

to keep sticking me
with these bullshit cases.

Tony, Tony, I swear to ya,

I would never do
anything like that,

and neither would my father,
especially considering

he'd actually like to see
these cases solved.

Hey, this might come
as a surprise to you, wise ass.

I'd like to nail
this Rusty prick, too,

and it... it's not because
I don't want to eat

another meal in that godforsaken
neighborhood, Terry.

W-what... these murders
get a little bit of ink,

and all the sudden you have
a change of heart, huh, Tony?

No, no. That's not it.

I-I-it's just one thing
when skels are killing skels.

I mean, nobody gives a shit
who's doing it, right?

I mean, they're doing the
citizens of the city a favor.

It's this Rusty guy.
It's different, Terry.

It's like he's not doing it
for money.

He's not doing it for power.
It's for turf.

I mean, this lunatic,
he's, like...

he's killing people
for sport, Terr.

I don't believe
what I'm hearing.

It sounds to me like Tony B.

Is finally all-in
on this case, huh?

Yeah, I'd like all the help
you can give me on this, Terr.

All right, well, because of him

and the fact that he shot up
half of my neighborhood,

I'm driving out to queens today
to look at a house.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Terry Muldoon is actually
leaving hell's kitchen.

I never thought I'd see the day.

All right, settle down, my
dago friend. I'm just looking.

Oh, yeah? Famous last words,
Irish. Look at me...

exiled to Howard beach
for the last 15 years.

Who is it?

You screwed up, Rusty.

Your father found out
about the gay bars.

Big freakin' deal.
What did he say?

He said you're done.

He don't want anything more
to do with you...

or me, for that matter.

What's the cause for alarm, Uncle Red?

He was done with me
a long time ago.

This is different. We're out.

What's the "we" all of a sudden?

I thought you were
staying loyal to my father.

I don't want to hear
your bullshit right now, Rusty!

We got things to discuss.

We got to fix this mess.

Why don't you meet me down
at the pool hall in an hour?

All right.

Well, thanks again, Mrs. Heinz.

And you were not lying.

The house is beautiful.
The block is beautiful.

Uh-huh.

But you should know, Terrance...

that my husband
commuted for 40 years...

38 minutes, door to door.

Now, if he could do it,
so could you.

All right.
Do me a favor...

just keep this little visit
to yourself, all right?

Your secret is safe with me,
Terrance.

Thanks again.

Here you are.

This is a lovely apartment
you have here.

Oh, thank you.

I'm glad you like it.

You're comfortable
here on the couch?

Yes, very.

Okay.

So, where are you from, Nick?

I'd, um... I'd rather not say.

Okay. That's fine.

Some people like to talk
a little bit first,

but if not, that's okay.

Should we just go
to the bedroom, or...

No.

No, no. I'm fine.

Um, I can talk.

Uh, I actually live
here in town.

Okay.

And what do you do?

I'm in publishing...

uh, Motherway and Kriegel.

Uh, and, uh, I got divorced
a few years ago,

and...

I've been lonely.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, it can be
a hard city to meet people in

when you're older
and you're shy like me.

That's understandable.

New York can be
a very lonely place.

Some of the men I know,
they go to bars after work,

or they start up affairs
with girls in the office,

but I'm just
not that outgoing.

Well, it's a good thing
you got my number, then.

You don't have to
worry about any of that here.

I promise I'll make you
very comfortable.

Can I give you a kiss?

I'd rather you didn't.

Okay.

May I?

How about this? Is this okay?

Yes.

Give me your hand.

See?

Feels nice, right?

Very.

What's up, Petey?
Hey, quick word.

Let me ask you something.

You and I seem to be the only
two who like this college kid.

What do you think? Is he
gonna make the cut or what?

I wouldn't sweat it, Petey.

You and I both know
that kid is well-covered.

That's for sure.

What do you say, Farrell?

Terry, FYI,
your old man's on a rampage.

Called here five times
looking for you.

Huh. Well, you do me a favor.

If he calls again,
you can't find me.

Captain, quick word?

Huh?

You asked, and I deliver.

Your tickets
for the show tonight.

But brace yourself...
it's four hours long.

- You might want to bring a flask.
- Well, thank you, Captain.

You're gonna make me look like
a hero to Mrs. Muldoon.

Be sure to wish her a
Happy Birthday for me.

Will do.

Let's talk about Shea. I'm
seeing his father this weekend.

What am I saying?

The kid's all right in my book,

and more importantly,
he can be trusted.

Now, granted, he's young,
he's green, but he's also smart,

and he's proven
he does not take any shit.

All right, then. It's settled.

I'll let his father know.

Tell me the latest with
this bullshit on the West Side.

All right, good news is
Battalina's back on the case

now that another one of Mr. O's
guys has ended up D.O.A.

Can he tie Rusty to it?

Not yet, which is why I'm hoping

I grab Rusty for the gay bars

and see if we can squeeze him.

I still can't believe that.

What the hell
is this world coming to

when an Irish catholic gangster
starts fronting gay bars?

Yeah, well, we are living
in different times, Captain.

And you're sure all these places

are actually being run by Rusty
and not Patton himself?

My guy Wallace
swears that it's Rusty's,

and I've had other stoolies
tell me

that Rusty's been taking
some other action

and hiding it from the big guy.

So what's your plan?

Take it to Patton this afternoon,
put the ball in his court.

He's not gonna be happy to hear

that Rusty's taking business
off the map.

He's certainly not
gonna be happy to hear

that he's involved
with this fairy business.

Which is why I'm hoping
he's gonna distance himself

from the whole goddamn thing.

All right, let's hope
Patton's smart enough

to know this is the smart play.

He's been at this too long

to let this psycho
continue like this.

I think he knows if he insists
on covering for Rusty,

this ends badly for him.

I'm hoping he's gonna
point me in Rusty's direction,

or, who knows, if we're lucky,

take care of it himself and
save us all one big headache.

What's going on, Monk?

Grandpa,
why are the suitcases packed?

Are you going someplace?

We both are.

We're going to California
to visit your Uncle Gerry.

But why? What happened?

Nothing happened. Come here.

It's not important
what happened.

What's important...
you promise me

that you're gonna go to college
next year in Los Angeles.

Now, you're gonna be well taken
care of by your Uncle Gerry.

I want you to go to college.

I want you to promise me also
that when you leave this city,

you'll never come back.

Grandpa, I could never do that.

That means I wouldn't
see you ever again.

I'm not long for this town,
myself, dear.

Grandpa, what's going on?

How serious is this?

I'm done here.

I...

I'm gonna settle
all the legitimate business

and just sell them off.

I'm leaving everything to you
and to your Uncle Gerry.

What about Rusty and Tommy?

We've, uh...
We've had a parting of the ways.

So then who's gonna take over?

Ah.

The West Side's all done.

I'll leave it to the wolves...
let them fight over the scraps.

But you can't just walk away.

People depend on you
in this neighborhood.

You're a legend.

Legends are for another time,
dear.

I'm just a tired old man.

Ah. Monk is gonna
drive you to the airport.

Now, it's really important...

you must tell no one
that you're going,

and certainly not
where you're going.

It's important that you
just disappear for a while.

You'll drop out. You understand?

Not for long...
a month, maybe two.

You'll be able to reconnect
with your friends.

I'm gonna be here
for a few days,

tying up a few loose ends,

but I'll be out there
to join you

tomorrow, the next day,
day after.

Why can't I just
go with you then?

Darling, Listen to me.

Now, I haven't had to
raise my voice with you

since you were a little girl,
and I don't want to start now,

so please, please,
just get in the car

and go to the airport.

Ah, but...

Come back to me.

You look like your grandmother

in Kilmanagh, 1928.

I love you.

Everything's gonna be just fine,
all right?

All right, go on now. Go.

All right, make sure
she gets to the gate.

Make sure she talks to no one,
you understand?

And no one talks to her.

All right, be careful.

Farrell, Shea still out there?

Have a seat.

I'm seeing your father tomorrow.

And, uh, hope to tell him

how pleased you are
with your assignment.

Yes, sir.

Any complaints?

No, sir.

Sure about that?

That was nothing.

Good to hear.

Some cops just don't understand
what we do here.

It's a tricky bit of business,
working vice.

We're asked to, uh,
fight sin rather than crime,

and that's better left
with clergy, in my opinion.

Yes, sir.

We all like to dabble
from time to time.

Sure.

It'd be good
to have a man on the inside,

someone to keep an eye
over things for me.

We both know why your father
wanted you in here.

Now that you're in, let's see
that you get what he expects.

Yes, sir. I couldn't agree more.

That'll be all, Shea.

I know you're not
gonna be happy about it, Lonny,

but Shea's gonna stay.

His old man's a boss.

I know better
than to get in the way of that.

And Muldoon trusts him,

which makes the kid okay
in my book.

Yeah, but, Cap, listen,

I want to bring my nephew in,
too, all right?

I mean, he's a tough
young cop... smart, too.

I mean, he could be
a lot of help to me uptown.

You're a real asset
in this office, Lonny,

and I'll do everything I can
to make that happen.

Just give it a month or so,
and I'll see what I can do.

Besides, there's, uh,

someone in this office
who's overstayed their welcome.

Okay, well,
before you cut anybody loose,

- give me a heads-up, now.
- It goes with that saying, Loony.

If that's all our business
for the day, Lieutenant,

I have a very important matter
to attend to.

Tell her I said hello.

What are you still doing here, Shea?
You should be out celebrating.

All right. Welcome aboard.

Hope you had a nice time, Nick.

I did.

I had a very nice time.

Thank you.

Hopefully I'll see you again.

Yeah.

- Excuse me, Nick?
- Mm-hmm?

I think maybe you miscounted.

No, it's all there.

No, I-it's supposed to be $200.

This is only $150.

And we agreed on $150.

No. My rate is always $200.

It's what we discussed
on the phone

and what we discussed
when you first came over.

No, I specifically remember
we agreed on $150.

Now, I'm late for work,
and I should get going.

Y-y-you are not going anywhere
until I get my money.

And what are you going to do if
I don't pay, you stupid bitch?

Call the cops?

I know you don't have a pimp

because your friend
told me you're independent,

so you can either
take the money from me

or you can let me
walk out of here right now.

Or maybe you could
call the cops.

Well, Miss Duffy, your, uh...

your suspicions were correct.

You are indeed pregnant.

I-is there any way
that test could be wrong?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

Thank you.

So?

I know someone who can help you,
if that's what you wanted to do.

Come on, let's go.

So, Monk, let me ask you...

how long, uh, how long you been
working for the big guy?

Oh, really? You don't say.
That long, huh?

So, what, did you guys
grow up together?

Oh, 44th street? Really?
'Cause I grew up on 39th street.

Yeah, right off
of 10th Avenue there.

Yeah, now, myself, the
holy cross for grammar school,

then power memorial.

Hmm.

So, what's going on,
Uncle Lonny?

You still interested
in working plainclothes?

Yeah. Who wouldn't be?

How's night school going?
Hitting them books?

I'm trying to.
But it's... it's hard.

It's a...
it's a lot of distractions.

Yeah, I'm sure
ain't no shortage of pussy

when you're wearing that blue suit.

I just don't want to hear about
you having too good of a time.

Be smart about the money.

I'm doing just like you told me.

I put half in the bank
in my mother's name.

And the other half?

Where nobody can find it.

Listen, a spot
may be opening up again.

I'm gonna do everything
in my power to make it happen.

You'll find out
that this division

ain't like the rest of the P.D.

The bond here
is all about the money.

The only color that matters
is green.

Therefore, everybody
got to trust everybody,

else we're all dead.

So you just play it smart
and make some friends.

Save your money. Hit them books.

One day, you're gonna be a boss.

And I'll tell you, it's a whole
lot easier being a black cop

when you make lieutenant.

Or, better yet, a captain.

Or, hell,
maybe even a damn chief.

Mr. Patton.

We need to speak alone.

Ah, Monk, give us a minute,
will you?

So, does the Monk ever speak?

Only to me.

That's what makes him
so valuable.

Loose lips sink ships, huh?

Ah, something like that.

Did you, uh,
serve in the war, Muldoon?

The Navy. How about you?

The first war, the great war.

I was with the fighting 69th.

Just like James Cagney.

We had a guy like Plunkett
in our unit,

but he... he didn't
end up a war hero.

We saw to that.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

So, you must have known,
I guess,

father Duffy, as well, then?

He was a hero.

I helped to get that statue
of him put up in Times Square.

Always doing the good deed
for the neighborhood.

Damn right, young man.
don't you forget it.

I'm not breaking balls.
I'm being sincere.

Remember, I was at holy cross

when you got all those new
uniforms for the C.Y.O. teams,

and I've seen you over the years

giving out the turkeys
on Thanksgiving

and the presents at Christmas.

And like most people
in the neighborhood,

I admire a lot of what you do.

Is that what this conversation
is about...

you telling me
how much you admire me?

Partly.

I know you're a very smart man.

You've done what you do
for a very long time,

and you have made
very few mistakes,

which is how you've managed
to stay out of the can

when almost everybody else
has done time

at some point or another.

Enough of the vaseline.

Let's cut to the point, Muldoon.
What's it about?

It's about your son Rusty.

Unlike you, he is making
some very costly errors.

Would you care
to elaborate on that?

I don't want to hear about
this imaginary war.

In addition to everything else
he's been up to,

he's also got some action
he's been hiding from us,

and I suspect hiding from you.

We busted a gay bar
that he's fronting,

and we know of
two other spots he's got,

and I know there must be

some other shit
that he's taken off the map.

So before we bring him in,

I figured,
out of respect for you,

I should come
and let you know about it.

You're wrong about one thing.

I knew about the gay bars.

I told Rusty
that he had to talk to you

about getting them on the list.

And that was my mistake,
I guess.

I should have dealt with you
personally on that.

All right.

You tell me what the number is
on these two places,

I'll take care of it.

You expect me
to believe that bullshit,

that you knew about a bunch
of gay bars and you okayed that?

Yes, I expect you to believe it.
It's the truth.

The truth.

Mr. Patton, I'm gonna
tell you what the truth is.

The truth is, from this day
forward, you and I are done,

and the relationship
that you and your organization

has with me and my office
is also terminated.

I came here today expecting
to speak to a reasonable man,

but obviously I misjudged you.

Yes.

Yes, that's true.
You have misjudged me.

You've always misjudged me.

Well, you're not the first
to have misjudged me,

and you won't be the last.

Monk!

See this officer out.

I'm afraid your luck
has run out, Mr. Patton.

This is the mistake
that will cost you.

Mark my words.

Hey, Rusty.

You got a call.

This is the mistake
that will cost you.

Yeah?

What?

You got to be shitting me.

Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, pal!

Whoa! You got a problem?

Rusty. No, man, I
ain't got no problem.

What the hell's going on? Rusty.

Get him out of here.

Get him out of here!

Get out of here, shitbag!

Okay, everybody, you heard him.

That's it.
We're closing up for today.

Guys,
take a walk around the block.

What's going on?

That was Dennis Fagan.

You know anything about
a meeting at the warehouse

with all the bosses tonight?

No. What did he say?

Old son of a bitch
called for a special meeting,

told him it was urgent.

Corky, Handigan, McBratney,

even that lunatic
from bay Ridge, JP Dolan...

they're all gonna be there.

Circling the wagons.

I told you you were going
too far with all this killing.

I told you to lie low.
You wouldn't listen to me.

I did what needed to be done.

Oh, that matters now?!

- Yes!
- What matters?!

What matters is you're gonna need to
disappear for a little while, Rusty.

You got to let your father settle down
here.

Why the hell would I do that?
If I disappear, when I get back,

there may be
nothing left for us.

Now, we don't know that.

I can talk to your old man.

I can... I can... I can
get him to see past this.

But the most important thing
right now

is that we don't get him any
more upset than he already is,

and you don't get hurt
while everybody's all emotional.

And that's why
you need to leave.

I'm not going anywhere, Uncle Red,

and you need to pick
a frickin' side.

Aw!

Who are you with... him or me?

Hey!

This is it. This is the moment.

It's us against him.
If we don't act now, he wins.

Are you with me?

How far are you willing to
take this, Rusty, huh? How far?

You said you were gonna
take this all way.

That's what we were gonna do,
and that's what we're gonna do.

You out of your mind, Rusty?

You're talking about
killing your own father, here.

My father?

Is that a joke?

You know he was never
a father to me.

I'm not talking about
the rumors, either.

What's wrong, Uncle Red?
You didn't think I knew about that?

No, I... This is crazy. Is it?

- Rusty, you're just talking crazy now.
- Am I?

- Yeah.
- Is it the truth?

Is he my father or not?

Who knows? I don't know.
There was talk, that's all.

She felt to need to betray him
I am sure she had a good reason.

Where are you going, Rusty?

Rusty, don't do anything stupid.