Brotherhood s01e09 Episode Script

It's me.
No, I'm not gonna miss the movie.
I'm in North Attleboro.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Geordana.
Geordana.
If I didn't wanna be with you, I wouldn't have said yes when you asked.
Ok? I just like to sleep with guys.
You're gay.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, your boss looks like he's getting taken to the woodshed.
He's just strategizing on the budget.
Ah, is that what they're calling it these days? - Hello.
- The governor hates me, Tommy.
Well, the governor's a republican.
Well, the point is, if I'm gonna past my budget, I'm gonna need enough votes to override the governor's veto.
Votes like representative Silk down there.
I got feelers out there.
Feelers aren't gonna get the job done, ok? Ever since her husband's restaurant got muscled into using shamrock linens, she thinks all you irishmen are corrupt.
So what do you want me to do? Start eating linguini and pretend I'm italian? And your brother? He's amigo with shamrock's owner, Mr.
Freddie Cork.
- I'll do everything I can.
- Get me her vote on the budget.
- It's anonymous.
Just like the name.
- What if somebody recognizes me? With Tommy in leadership now.
That's why I'm taking you to the meeting in Four River.
Where the fuck are all these cars going on a goddamn Sunday? I don't know.
This giving over to a higher power I don't know that I know how to do that.
What's the matter? Don't you believe in God? - I go to church, but - But what? You can tell me.
It's part of the thing.
You talk.
I can't do that.
Sure you can.
I mean, I'm a freak and idiot, but I can do it.
- I wanna go home.
- Mrs.
Caffee - Please.
This is really, really important to me.
Ok? A lot of people have helped me get sober, but you are the first person I've ever tried to help in my life.
Just come to the meeting.
I'm sorry.
I can't risk hurting Tommy.
All right.
Fuck it.
No big deal.
I got to get out of this shit somehow.
What the fuck is going on up there? What the hell happened up there? You see that? My god.
Is that a bus? Flipped over.
Holy shit.
What a fucking mess.
What, you thought if you start in the lower end, I wouldn't notice? It's not like you had machines in those spots.
My boys thought it was open turf.
The lower end is irish land.
Always has been irish land, and always will be irish land.
According to the 2000 census, it's actually 37% dominican.
- Dominican irish.
- You all right? - Huh? - Looking for a bump? - The fucking bosses are inside.
- Oh, don't worry about it.
This hawaiian espresso should fit right in.
My guys got nothing but respect for the historical irish roots in the lower end.
I want 'em out.
I'll offer you 5%.
And for that, you should be grateful.
With respect If you don't take those machines, I don't stick my dick so far up your ass I'll piss out your mouth.
Freddie, answer your phone, ok? Yeah? What? - Where's the captain? - The captain's over there.
Thank you.
Captain.
Hey.
Sorry to pull you from home.
No.
A thing like this, what you need I'm here.
The bus was coming back from the Pats game.
Passengers all from your neighborhood.
45 on the bus, 11 D.
O.
A.
We're hoping you could I.
D.
the bodies.
Yeah.
Sure.
Marty? Marty.
Hey.
Marty, come here.
Stand up.
You ok? I can't remember what happened.
I was looking out the window at the sky, - and then - Hey, Marty.
Have the E.
M.
T.
seen you, huh? Yeah.
They, uh I'm fine.
Leann's dead.
They're all right.
They're ok.
Let 'em through.
- Thanks.
- No problem, Tommy.
So talk to the E.
M.
T.
's.
Find out where my sister is.
We have a passenger list.
Check the status.
Get numbers and addresses for next of kin.
Never mind.
Shouldn't you check for internal injuries? - She had like a thing over here.
- Hey, boss.
- Nice shoes.
- We'll take you in for X rays.
But it looks like you suffered a mild concussion - and possibly a broken clavicle.
- See? - I told you I was I was fine.
- You're good.
You are good.
Hey, hey, hey.
Baby, baby, baby.
Ok.
Ok.
Ok.
It's Kathleen Clark.
Lived up on Avon Street.
Chased her boyfriend into the street one night with a carving knife.
Fun girl.
Decco, can you, uh Can you spare a minute? Yeah.
Yeah.
- Who are they? - Kathleen Clark, uh, Izzy Jakes, Carl Hobbs, a couple of people I can't recognize.
I'm gonna get asked a lot of questions by the families.
They're gonna wanna know what happened.
A, uh A body fell from the overpass.
My guys don't wanna commit, but it's probably a jumper.
The bus swerved and took out Carl Hobbs' car.
- From there, it was pinball.
- Who was the jumper? Well, that's why my guys don't wanna commit.
- Who? - It's Ricky Cork.
Freddie's kid.
Sorry.
If you'll excuse me.
Freddie, do you want me to stick around? Is there anything I can do to help at all? Yeah.
Listen.
I want you to take McGonagle, go to Ricky's apartment.
He's got a gray suit in the closet.
I want you to bring it down to old man Burl's funeral home, and you tell him my kid gets the fucking best casket he's got in that place.
Of course.
Yeah.
Also up here on the left.
May alton.
Her son robert was killed.
- Where did he work? - Up at Gillette.
And he went by Robby, not Bobby.
Robby Alton.
Robby Alton.
Robby Alton.
Robby Alton.
He went to Sunday school with your sister and me.
- Tommy.
How are you? - Mr.
Mayor.
How you doing? Eileen.
It's a hell of a thing, huh? About the public memorial.
I was thinking Thursday.
- Sacred Heart.
- If it works for the families, yeah.
Well, we don't want to let it go past the weekend.
The people need closure.
And, Tom, is it all right if I knock on this door? We'll trade off.
You can do the next one.
Thanks.
You know there's no way he fell, right? - Not that it matters.
- All right, gray suit, black shoes.
You try the bedroom.
- You ever think about it? - What? Killing yourself.
- No.
- Really? Yeah.
Why? I just figured everybody's at least fucking thought about it.
I tried once.
You know? I was 11.
I was in some fucking foster home.
The noose broke.
I guess God didn't want me either.
Oh, uh, about the shoes.
He's got 2 sizes here.
He's got size 8, size 10.
Yeah.
'Cause he's got a roommate.
No.
It's a one-bedroom apartment, though.
That's right.
- 2 guys, 1 bed.
- Oh, fuck me.
This is the part of the job that is just no fun.
Look, we can take my car.
You guys get in the back.
I'll climb in the front.
- No, thanks.
We're gonna walk.
- Oh, we don't wanna walk.
Yeah, we do.
Ok, ok.
I'll do the "man of the people" thing and I'll walk.
You don't have to.
Well, if you're gonna walk, I got to walk.
Nicky, get my other shoes out of the car.
These loafers hurt my feet.
Did you just give Mrs.
Alton some money? I know we're strapped for cash, but It was just enough so she can afford a decent burial.
No, you did the right thing.
- Ok, where to next? - Carl Hobbs.
He was a postman.
- Just around the corner.
- Ok.
Carl Hobbs.
Carl hobbs.
Carl Hobbs.
Carl Hobbs.
Carl Hobbs.
I'm gonna get a glass of water.
I know you.
Tom Caffee's wife.
You know, you'd, uh You'd think they'd have a corkscrew.
You know, I've I've checked everywhere 3 times, and I swear, at this point, I am just gonna Smash the neck off this bottle.
I found it.
That's twice he broke my heart.
Scraggly little bastard.
Carl's mom hates my smoking.
We were engaged.
I'm so sorry.
He broke it off 6 months ago.
3 years and he just broke it off.
What happened? Carl didn't say.
He made excuses, but, uh They were bullshit.
I don't know.
Maybe he was, uh, seeing someone else.
I don't know.
I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault.
We hadn't talked for a while.
He was supposed to meet me at the movies.
For an hour I thought he stood me up.
Aren't you gonna have one? If I drink alone, I'll be a lush.
I loved him More than he loved me.
But I always thought we could be real happy.
Hi.
What are these casseroles for? Susie fitzgiven.
I didn't know you two were close.
I see her at the salon.
The woman's husband died.
The least I can do is spare her the effort of having to cook a meal.
Ok.
All right.
- Can I borrow $20? - What for? I was just gonna buy some candles to leave at the overpass.
- What? - Cassie, there's still men out there scrubbing blood off the concrete.
Ok? I think we should all have something a little more productive to do with our lives than standing around in the dark holding fucking candles.
Sweetheart, sweetheart, people died.
Not you and not me, but all over this neighborhood.
Yeah, I was there, ok? - Light a candle for me.
- Where you going? Changing the air filter on the valiant.
Hey.
Good morning, kiddo.
How you doing? Thanks for seeing me.
I'm just gonna get a coffee or something.
You want a drink, you guys? - I'm good.
Thanks.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Where are the kids? Upstairs.
- 4 lunches.
- For Tommy.
Tommy takes his lunch to work in a bag? Every lunch he takes is $10 for the college fund.
Sorry.
I didn't know things were still so tight.
- What are you doing? - Making a sandwich for Tommy.
He likes his mayo on both sides.
You think it's the first time I made a sandwich for Tommy? If the church says it was an accident, then Ricky could have a proper funeral.
We can have a priest at the burial, and no one could say it was anything but an accident.
I don't make church policy.
Tommy, I'm not asking for a 6-foot picture at the public memorial.
It's 50,000 in that bag.
You can offer it up as a donation, keep it.
- I really don't give a shit.
- I can't help you.
You can talk to the diocese.
They'll listen to you.
They respect you.
You're my goddamn representative, Tommy.
I'm sorry.
We heard you went around to some of the other families last night.
My Fiona waited up till 3:00 for you to knock at our door.
What's the matter, Tommy? You forget where I live? He wanted my help Getting a church funeral for Ricky.
And I told him it wasn't up to me.
Tommy, if Freddie was just some storeowner, would you have tried to help him then? Ricky didn't mean to crash that bus.
Whatever demons drove him to take his own life, he deserves the forgiveness of a decent funeral.
The state highway commissioner and chief traffic engineer are not only examining this tragedy.
I have also asked them to deliver a full set of recommendations that will insure that an incident like this never happens again.
Diane.
The speaker's asked me to talk to you.
- I doubt he used the word "talk.
" - He wants to know what's it gonna take to get your vote on the budget.
He should ask Bob.
I was already to make a deal with him.
Well, the speaker sees the world in black and white.
Your district receives a lot of state funding.
The speaker's liable to pull it if you go against him.
You know, same goes for party backing come November.
Hmm.
Now there's the Thomas Caffee I know.
One part charmer and four parts thug.
I'm, um I'm sorry about the people in your district.
Call bishop Conway's office.
Say I'd consider it a gracious favor if he could spare 5 minutes.
"Gracious favor"? Makes it sound like you're hand in hand.
I know how you feel about the church, but he's still a bishop.
All right.
But if this is about Ricky Cork, you should know that he was gay.
Scott and I used to see him out at the down low club.
So? It means the church didn't much like him on 2 counts.
- Do you think Ricky's in heaven, Alex? - Yeah.
I do.
- Then shouldn't the church say so? - Not if you have to beg.
So what time did she finally get in? 2:30.
I was awake, but I didn't wanna fight with her, - so I just rolled over, played dead.
- She buy it? - No.
She didn't wanna fight either, so she pretended she did.
What is it, closed? Hey! - Maybe he's in the back.
- See, the thing about Cassie is, she doesn't realize all the casseroles in the world aren't gonna help a guy like Marty Trujillo.
The guy's got fucking cancer.
He's dying.
He's got a wife and a mistress, which is weird.
But it's ok.
It's the way it is.
You know? And the bus crashes.
Now, is it Marty with the cancer that dies? No.
It's his perfectly healthy wife.
So now he's got to bury her.
He's got to deal with the mistress.
Not to mention the pain from the tumor eating away his fucking guts.
But there's Cassie sitting out in the dark, huddled around a candle, praying with all her tiny, little heart that God in heaven is looking down on her with some almighty plan.
Well, that's fucking bullshit.
There's no plan.
It's just fucking pain and death, and that's it.
- And it's fucking random.
- You gonna break the glass.
Every fucking Tuesday, we come here for a grinder.
It's Tuesday.
I want my fucking grinder.
Hey! - Aw, shit.
- What? What's Hane's last name? Scully.
You got the list on you? Check the list.
- Fuck.
He was on the bus.
- Yeah.
Ok.
Tommy Caffee.
Prince of the Hill.
- Excellency.
- Tell Freddie Cork I said no.
You know, it's funny.
I didn't realize you were on the overpass the night Ricky fell.
- Tommy - No.
No.
If Ricky's going to be denied all absolution, I'm glad there was at least one witness.
Don't argue reasonable doubt, Tommy.
The church is not a court of law.
All the more reason it should be generous with its forgiveness.
Are you punishing the son for the sins of the father? - You should have been a Jesuit.
- What if the church were to receive a generous donation to its charities? I'd say the church doctrine is immutable on the topic of suicide.
You have 11 grieving families in your district, 10 of them catholic.
Perhaps you should be tending to their needs.
I don't have to.
You've already told them their loved ones are in heaven.
- Freddie.
- I appreciate it.
Thank you.
It was very decent of Mr.
Nazolli to stop by.
Italians love a good ritual.
There's nothing quite like the ritual of mourning.
So in a week, they'll be back at his throat with a carving knife? - 10 days.
They have respect.
- Well, I can't vouch for what kind of shape Freddie's gonna be in.
I'll tell you.
This thing's messed him up pretty bad.
- Well, that's just too bad for you.
- And you.
With the asians and latins beating both our doors down.
Never mind those crazy fucking russians.
A costly irish-italian thing.
It just softens us both up for the competition.
- Hey, it's out of our hands.
- Tell you what.
If you're looking for a square deal and Freddie continues to be, uh, unreasonably distracted, have Mr.
Nazolli come directly to me.
I'm sure we can work something out.
- I knocked, but no answer.
- That's 'cause no one's home.
Well, that's funny because both your cars are here.
- Is he inside? - Not that you would know.
And if I asked to use your bathroom? I'd tell you that the toilet exploded just this morning.
- How about a glass of water? - Sink exploded, too.
Then you're in luck 'cause I'm an excellent plumber.
But you're not Union, and we only use Union labor.
You have very flirty eyes.
Listen.
I really need to speak to Judd.
Help yourself.
He'll rip your heart out and throw it in the river.
But if you wanna charge the den of a raging lion You really don't know what you did wrong, do you? - He wanted a favor and I said no.
- He wanted a personal favor.
Yeah, but it would have been illogical for me to say yes.
Logic is business.
He wouldn't have minded if you turned down a business favor.
A personal favor-- that's no logic.
In fact, there's no reason in the world why you should agree to a personal favor.
That's what makes it personal.
All right.
- She likes chamomile mint.
- Not this mint medley stuff.
- Is she, uh Hey, wait a second.
- I've never seen Jimmy so feisty.
Neither has Ma.
I swear, he won't let me off the couch.
You'd think I had 2 broken ankles instead of a busted clavicle.
How's Ma been? Oh, she's herself, you know.
I think she's, uh I think she's stealing from work.
I found like 50 pairs of tube socks hidden in the bathroom.
They're probably a gift for Michael.
God forbid her oldest son should wear the same pair of socks twice.
Here, baby.
Got you the tasty tangerine.
I, uh I didn't think you like lemon, but I I put one on the plate just in case.
If you wait a sec, I'll get you honey and a spoon.
Oh, you're the only honey I need, baby.
Oh, listen to you.
Ohh! Look, before you two start making out, I'm gonna be in the kitchen.
I think your sister looks pale.
She was never really that strong.
She's a tiger, Ma.
She's just like you.
Are you trying to flatter me or insult me? Actually, I need a favor.
I need you to talk to Judd Fitzgerald.
No.
- It's important, Ma.
- I don't really know him that well.
That's funny 'cause he mentions you every time I see him.
He does? - What? - What? - That look.
It's the face Mary Rose makes every time I accuse her of having a boyfriend.
Which is interesting, considering you barely know the man.
I know what you're trying to do, so you can knock it off.
- My God.
You two are in love.
- Tommy! Will you talk to him? If you ever bring up Judd Fitzgerald again, I will put bamboo under your fingernails.
Is that a yes? I'll think about it.
You take those casseroles down to Susie Fitzgiven? Mm-hmm.
Good.
Yeah, come in.
I can't find Marty.
I'll be right back.
Let's go.
Marty? Wait right here.
Ok? Marty, it's Declan.
If you're dead, I swear to god I'll fucking kill you.
It's Declan.
I'm coming upstairs, ok? Hey.
They, uh They set a date for the big memorial service? Uh, yeah.
Uh, Thursday.
St.
Malachi's.
That's too bad.
Guy says there's an 80% chance of showers - on Thursday.
- Hey, marty.
Vicky's really worried about you.
She tried calling.
She really wants to talk to you.
She's downstairs.
You know, I kind of hope it rains.
You know, when the indian summer hangs around too long, it just makes the winter harder.
You doing ok? Oh, I'm dying.
I lost my wife.
But other than that, not too bad.
I never wanted to choose between Leann and Vicky.
I mean, get away with that.
I should've been a much better person.
Always wondered what Leann's bedroom looked like.
Marty.
Baby.
Baby.
- You're being very petty with Tommy.
- He strayed.
Throw a card.
- I'm thinking.
- You don't have gin.
- If you knock, I'll undercut you.
- He needs your help with Freddie's boy.
Now, you can punish him politically if you like, but on this one thing Any decision about Ricky Cork belongs to the bishop.
- Oh, so you're helpless.
- Yes.
Liar.
Oh.
Shouldn't have done that.
I could choose not to take that card.
- Or perhaps you don't really need it.
- Oh, I need it.
But if you ask me to, I could let it pass.
That's what's called honoring a friend's request.
Which your son Did not do.
Which you should be wise enough to forgive.
- The bishop's going to want a donation.
- Tommy says he can deliver 35 grand.
Take the card.
Oh.
Gin.
Your brother really came through.
Ricky's gonna get church funeral, everything.
- I'm glad I could help.
- Now, if I can just get father Bilick to convince Fiona not to go to the public memorial.
It's the last thing I need-- people just - Staring.
- If I had a son, I I don't know if i'd have your strength.
But and I debated telling you this.
I think it might help.
I have an idea why Ricky did what he did.
Don't do this, Freddie.
It's a mistake.
Even Johnny knows it's a mistake.
Maybe Freddie will just talk to him.
Yeah, right.
Would you be willing to take that bet, John? It's stupid.
Have a seat.
Sit down.
- You're gonna tell me about my son? - What do you want me to tell you? Why don't we start what color tie should I bury him in? Since you apparently knew him better than I did.
I wasn't gonna go to the funeral or to the memorial at Sacred Heart.
He wouldn't want me to make this any harder on you and his mom.
How long you two been shacked up? On my dime, I might add.
- 5 months.
- You two have fucking aids? No.
God.
No, he - He'd been getting better lately.
- What do you mean "better"? He'd get these black moods.
2 years ago, right before we met He tried to stab himself.
He swore he'd never do it again.
I made him promise me.
Did he hate me? - He was scared of you.
- I loved him.
I was perfectly fucking clear about that.
I loved him.
He knew.
He just thought that if he came out to you, you'd never forgive him.
I wouldn't have cared.
He was my son.
He could've sucked Elton John's dick on national fucking television, I wouldn't have cared.
I just I just want him back.
I know.
I loved him, too.
What the fuck do you know about love, huh? What do you know about love? What the fuck do you know about love, huh? I'll show you I'll show you fucking love.
So you know that, uh, fric-frac, the guy with the sniffles? He saddles up to me.
He starts hinting that Nazolli will be more than happy with a new trading partner.
- The fucker said that? - Yeah.
He thinks Freddie's unreliable.
Is he wrong? Come on.
Let's get this done.
Thank you.
- Uh, I'll be a minute.
- Should I save a seat for Alex? Alex has issues with the church.
Uh, Francis, this is Pete and John.
Frac.
All right? Francis is a guy who wears a dress.
My mistake.
- Mr.
Nazolli.
Nice to see you.
- Let's you and me talk business.
I don't wanna miss the mass, huh? - I'm not going in.
- We have to.
For Ricky.
Everybody's just gonna stare.
They're gonna point their fingers and they're gonna whisper.
If we don't go, they're still gonna whisper.
Only it won't matter.
The church says Ricky's death was an accident.
'Cause everyone will say we knew different, and that's why we didn't show up.
He fucking killed himself, Sofiona.
Honey, our son died by accident.
And by going into that church, I am going to prove it.
We have 5 other children that have to live with what happened, who have to go to school and see their friends and live in this town.
Fi, I can't.
I can.
I can.
Thank you.
I'm sorry for your troubles, Fiona.
Thank you.
Hi.
Better late than never.
Declan.
I'll catch up.
I'll do it.
I'll give you Freddie Cork on a fucking plate.
Time to get right with God.
That was a nice thing Tommy did.
He's a good man.
Yeah, he is.
Most of the time.
I was thinking maybe, uh, there's a way you and I can talk in private.
Just so that nobody embarrasses Tommy.
Yeah, I'd like that.
What you did for Fiona in there, i'm grateful.
Yeah.
Over your left shoulder is representative Diane Silk and her husband Ken.
I want you to go over to him and tell him that shamrock linens will no longer be servicing his restaurant and that he's free to get his napkin service by a vendor of his choice.
Yeah.
- Mending fences? - You got a budget to pass.