بخش ۴

You making a house call?

Have I seen you professionally?

No, no. No, I know who you are, though.

Guys gotta use their service revolver in the course of duty…

…and then they get to come to talk to you about their feelings and whatnot.

No, no, I know how it goes. You’re a mental health professional.

I have an appointment on this floor.

Oh, well, you’ll have fun. They’re all frigging crazy on that floor.

I’m one more up. - Oh, fancy policeman.

Yeah, that’s right, fancy. - Are you a statie?

Yeah, I am. I’m actually going to law school also.

Suffolk, nights?

Yeah, they don’t run Harvard at night, last time I checked.

When’s the last time you checked? - Before I went to fucking Suffolk.

Okay, listen, I went to UMass. I wasn’t insulting you.

Well, I thought you were. So now you gotta buy me dinner.

Maybe you can shoot someone and then you’d have to see me professionally.

I’ll stab someone in the heart with a fucking ice pick if it gets me dinner with you.

That’s all right. I’m a detective. I’ll find you.

No, sorry. I’m just joking. I need the card. Card helps.

Nice to meet you, Madolyn.

Hi, Dad. I had no idea about the tail until I saw it.

No, I couldn’t. I had the other guy with me, I couldn’t…

All right, it’s a blue sedan and then a white van.

It’s fucked up with graffiti on the side. And the van is the audio surveillance.

All right, have a nice day.

Cut him here.

Bye-bye.

Jerk-ass!

Come on, Babu. I can’t do anymore. I cannot hold off.

Please don’t let me go back empty-handed. Please don’t do this. I wanna help you.

Come to my store next Friday. I’ll give you the money.

This is Friday, Babu. How many times I gotta tell you?

You keep on calling me Babu. It’s Singh, motherfucker.

I’m trying to help you.

You keep telling me I’m your friend. You don’t even know my fucking name.

You want me to catch a beating? I’m gonna catch a beating if I go back again like last week.

See this guy? You see this guy? This guy don’t want you to have the money.

Because he wants to come back there and squash your head. And I don’t wanna see that happening.

I have one customer sitting here. What I’m gonna do?

Business is bad? You opened a store in an Irish neighborhood.

These are dirty dirty people. Don’t you know that?

Sell potatoes, I don’t know what you’re gonna do.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Excuse me. - Know what I’m saying?

You fellas come from Providence?

It isn’t any of your business where we come from, is it, now?

What, are you fucking delivering cannolis or something?

Hey! You are killing my business, man!

Fuck!

What’s wrong with this fucking country? Everybody hates everybody!

Get out of here. Get out of here!

Now, you also do probation work, right?

That’s right, I see violent offenders.

Oh, bad guys.

Not necessarily.

Yeah, they got this but they don’t got duck I’orange.

Was your meal okay?

Yeah, no, no, the lobster was good.

I just, you know, because it was a French restaurant, I was surprised.

I’m waiting for you to make your move.

Look, I don’t know, if that thing moves, I’m gonna shoot it.

I don’t even know what it is.

So what’s it like having people find themselves…

…in your office all day long?

Does it get messy with all those feelings flying around?

Why, does that make you uncomfortable?

No, no, no. - No?

No, no, no. No, I’m not on your couch.

Well, you know what Freud said about the Irish?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, if you actually do, I’ll see you again.

Who says I wanna see you again?

Don’t you?

You should see your face. - Don’t you?

Course I wanna see you again.

What Freud said about the Irish is…

…we’re the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.

Yeah, he said that. - I know he did.

So you’re up shit’s creek with a client list full of mick cops.

I mean, opening up? Good luck to you.

Why do you do it, then?

Some people do get better.

Fair enough.

Sometimes I just want people to forget their personal bullshit and do their jobs.

Including the criminals?

If they don’t do their jobs, you don’t have one.

I’ll always have a job. I’ll just arrest innocent people.

Wait. You are trouble. - You don’t know the half of it.

I’ll arrest you right now.

My word against yours.

…then I see her dancing at the wedding with you-know-who.

Oh, and the other one says to him, “Why don’t you go to Parents Without Partners?”

He goes, “Ma, they’re all losers at the Parents Without Partners,” so…

So I say to him, “Princess Carolina of Monaco…”

Schuyler.

Do you know who I am?

No.

You met my friend Mr. French the other night.

His real name Mr. French?

No.

Come with me.

I’m not the cops. I’m not asking you.

You know something, they just do not stop having the Mafia in Providence.

And this can cause me a lot of problems.

Those guys you tuned up…

…they’re connected down Providence.

What they’re gonna do…

…is come back with some guys and kill you.

Which, sure as you’re born, they will do.

Unless I stop them.

Do you want me to stop them?

Is this something I can’t do personally?

I’m gonna have my associate search you.

No one’s searching me. Search me for what?

Contra-fucking-band. Take your shoes off.

Shoes.

I knew your father.

Yeah? Do you know he’s dead?

Oh, sorry. How’d he go?

Stand.

He didn’t complain.

Yeah, that was his problem.

Who said he had a problem?

I just said he had a fucking problem.

There’s a man could’ve been anything.

Are you trying to say that he was nothing?

Fuck. - I’m saying he worked at the airport.

He’s clean. - Arm.

Yeah, come on.

What arm? What fucking arm?

Show me your arm. Flip it.

Makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.

He’s clean.

And if I can slander my own environment…

…it makes me sad, this regression.

Plus, I don’t know if it’s beyond some fucking cop prick like Queenan…

…to pull you out of the staties and send you after me.

I just can’t know.

I don’t know what they do in that particular department, anyway.

Are you still a cop?

No! No!

Swear on your mother’s grave you’re still not a cop?

I am not a fucking cop!

Are you gonna stop doing coke deals with your jerkoff fucking cousin?

Yes. Yes, yes.

All right, all right, all right.

You’re okay. You’ll be all right.

Get your hand taken care of.

I’m sorry, but it was necessary.

As for our problem with Providence…

…let’s not cry over spilled guineas.

Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar?

Just kidding. How’s your mother?

She’s on her way out.

We all are. Act accordingly.

Do you trust him?

Well, these days…

…who’s reliable?

His Uncle Jackie was.

Yeah, but you can’t trust a guy acts like he’s got nothing to lose.

I’m reliable.

Arnold, you’re one in a million.

Ten. Ten million.

What about your wife, Arnold?

Well, I thought she was.

She wasn’t.

Well, she got reliable.