Brotherhood s03e03 Episode Script

- Who was the fireman? - James O'Malley.
Jamie O'Malley? - Jesus Christ.
- You know him? I went to Hendricken with his older brother.
So what's the full count? Besides Jamie, we got four firefighters hospitalized.
As for the squatters, I got 17 dead.
They were trapped in the south stairwell.
17? - Where were the firemen? - Under the stairs to get 'em down.
Of course, none of the squatters spoke english.
Chief! - Excuse me.
- Thanks, Mark.
I suppose we gotta do some kind of something in response to all this.
Like, you mean a relief fund or something? Like a plaque.
Like something you'd see in a park.
A plaque.
Look, call somebody in the Latino community, get their input.
You take charge.
Of what? The plaque.
Just ask 'em if they want a biblical verse or some shit.
Just Do the thing, Tommy.
My nephew Every book this kid brings home is like a public service announcement: Bobby saves the sea turtles.
"Suzie shrinks her fuckin' carbon footprint.
" You know? No wonder why people homeschool their kids.
The other day, he has me read him one about a fuckin' kissy-hand raccoon.
What the fuck are we listening to? The tragic genius of Willie Nelson.
Colin, why don't you take the tragic genius and stick it on an iPod.
And then shove it up your ass.
Sorry.
Group decision.
Whatever happened to the fuckin' classics? You read classics? I didn't.
But at least when the teacher took a book off the shelf, it was Moby fuckin' Dick, and not "Putt-putt's whiny little ass goes to the gay pride parade".
You want classics? That Willie Nelson song's a fuckin' classic.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
Will you turn off that cowboyodeling fuckin' bullshit, or am I gonna have to shoot that fuckin' jukebox? Or my fuckin' self with your fuckin' tune, it's so depressing.
You'd probably fuckin' miss anyway.
Hey fuckin', lose the shirt or fuckin' screw.
What? Look around, Toto.
You ain't in the fuckin' Bronx no more.
Get rid of the shirt.
I saw the sign that said "open".
I must've missed the one posted "dress code".
- Where's that at? - It's on Derek Jeter's ass.
Across the crack from the picture of his mother.
Let me have a Gansett.
I'm serious about the fuckin' shirt.
You either lose that or I airmail you back to Fire Island, where you and your fuckin' fag friends can take turns suckin' each other off as you watch fuckin' A-Rod choke again.
You mean choke like yaz poppin' up to nettles? He's fuckin' goin' back to '78.
That's weak.
I could bring up Buckner.
We fuckin' forgave Buckner.
After you made the guy go into hiding for, like, 22 years.
It was 2004.
Three to fuckin' zip.
The biggest fuckin' choke in history.
26 world series.
You guys got, like, what, six? Take off the fuckin' shirt.
Ted Williams was a faggot.
Jesus.
Shut the fuck up! I guess that solved the shirt problem.
Michael's gonna kill you.
He ain't gonna fuckin' find out, 'cause none of you fucks are gonna open up your fuckin' mouths to tell him.
- He's gonna find out.
- Johnny, fuckin' stop sayin' that.
He ain't gonna fuckin' find out.
This is fine.
This is fuckin' nothin'.
We got fuckin' trash bags? In the back, under the mixers, bottom shelf.
- Where the fuck you goin'? - I'm late for bingo.
Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me get rid of him? We didn't kill nobody.
That's fuckin' nice.
Real fuckin' good friend.
You smell like a fuckin' distillery.
If we get pulled over, your shirt will blow a 6 on the breathalyzer.
What the fuck are we listening to? - I'm broading me musical horizons.
- Why don't you start with music? I'm not kiddin'.
Whatever you're fuckin' celebratin', knock it off.
Get your fuckin' game face on.
Yes, sir.
Don't get sarcastic with me.
You keepin' an eye on Moe and John? And? - And - And fuckin' what? And they're two barely functioning fuckin' idiots, but they're not workin' for Freddie and Nozzoli.
You sure about that? Are you? And why would that be? Because they told you so? They're not gonna fuckin' tell you anything.
You do understand that.
- What are they doin' now, for instance? - They're collectin' in Woonsocket.
'Cause why? 'Cause they told you that, or 'cause you spoke to somebody in Woonsocket? Or are you assuming that? All right, you know what? Fuck no.
They're fuckin' havin' cocktails with Freddie and Nozzoli, and they're plannin' your downfall.
- Fuck, what'll I do? - Fuckin' idiot.
It's hard to get an official count, but there's like 50 families displaced.
If it was 17 dead Irish or Italians or even Portuguese, the whole state would be up in arms.
Maybe we could get vouchers from a couple of hotels for temporary housing.
- There's no money.
- What about that vacant apartment building on Oakland? Red-tagged.
- Asbestos.
- We could approach the Mayor.
See if the city could pay for the vouchers.
The city doesn't have any money.
- Father.
- Yes.
- Tom Caffee.
I'm the local - I know who you are.
I watch you cross the aisle to avoid taking communion from me every Sunday.
No, I don't.
I cross the aisle because I take the communion from the monsignor.
Don't worry.
You're not the only one.
It's all right.
I can see you're busy, so I won't keep you, but I have three funeral masses this afternoon.
And another 65 parishioners who lost everything they owned.
That's why I'm here.
The members of the House wanna put a memorial in honor of the fire victims.
And we thought it'd be a good idea to get input from yourself and the church.
What kind of memorial? Something symbolic.
You know, a gesture that would be appreciated by the entire community.
You wanna put up a plaque? It doesn't have to be a plaque.
Are you offering me the honor of a street sign? - What would you like? - Funding for education.
Medical care, access to section 8 housing.
- How the state pays for that, father? - I don't know.
But until they do, the families that survived the fire are just going to find another abandoned factory to squat in.
And this, this is going to happen all over again.
I need a second investigator.
You can't have one.
There's no money.
You're gonna have to find it.
The scope of this is too big for me to handle alone.
You found something? Nothing I'm prepared to talk about.
Give me a hint.
If you want me to fight for you, you gotta give me something.
No, you promised me autonomy.
You said that I could run things as I see fit.
You realize the situation you're putting me in here? The state is practically bankrupt.
Look, l realize that I'm supposed to fail, OK? I get that.
But when you hired me, I said that I was gonna do my job.
So you either get me a second investigator, or I go to Steinberg at the journal, and I make sure that this puppet show comes off lookin' like a fuckin' puppet show.
Have your second investigator.
But don't even think about playing that card again.
The guy's been dead for about two weeks.
It ain't exactly like he's fresh out of the wax museum.
You know what I mean? How's this? I didn't see any bullets floating in the soupy part.
Fuckin' ???.
What do you want? I'm here to take you away from all of this.
The state gave me enough money for a second investigator, so I wanna offer you the job.
So the both of us can sit in your basement office jerkin' off? I'm all atingle.
It's not nearly as glamorous as watching forensics scrape up drug dealers with a spatula.
That could be Jimmy Hoffa for all you know.
Tell me you wouldn't enjoy taking down a few of the swelled-up heads in the Statehouse.
It depends which ones.
The pious ones.
The ones that talk about civic duty and public trust and then turn around and line their own pockets.
You know what? Every once in a while, life hands you an opportunity to rebalance the books.
And you're a chickenshit bastard if you don't take it.
All right.
I feel you blowin' in my ear.
But how do I know this is actually gonna amount to somethin'? I got a guy.
A guy? He's comin'.
Mikey's fuckin' comin'.
Neither one of you pricks is gonna say a word.
About what? You killin' a guy 'cause he called Ted Williams a fag? You're fuckin' determined to get me killed, aren't you? So you don't want me to say you killed some tourist 'cause he was a Yankee fan? You think this is fuckin' funny? It's not a fuckin' joke.
What's up? What are you two doin' here? You said they were collectin' somewhere.
Woonsocket.
We were.
Look at this.
You kiddin' me? - Cha-ching! - Put it away.
- What's the matter with you? - Catch that Yankee game last night? What No.
I don't watch fuckin' baseball.
It's boring.
Two guys were fightin'.
One guy didn't like what the other guy was wearing.
You got any other errands you want us to do? You got anything you want us to do? We're bored stiff, we're sittin' here.
Moe even offered to clean the floor.
Was that you? Cleaned the fuckin' spot by the door and stopped? I did it 'cause he bet me I wouldn't do it.
What the fuck's the matter with you? This place is a sty.
Finish the job.
Go ahead.
That's funny.
You think it's fuckin' funny? It ain't gonna be funny when I'm dead and you're sittin' here by yourself.
Well, we're in good shape if somebody knocks over a candle.
Here's to Jamie O'Malley, a real smoke-eater.
We'll miss you, kid.
You deserved better.
- Hear! Hear! - Hear! Hear! Listen, I ran in a snag on that latino thing.
On what? How you doing? Good to see you.
Thank you.
You know, the plaque.
- What about it? - They don't want it.
I spoke to father Diego, and he said they'd just see it as an empty gesture.
So what does he suggest we do? Put up a bunch of illegals at the Biltmore or something? I don't know.
But it occurred to me that we could release some emergency funds for groceries, things like that.
If we don't do something, Speaker, it's gonna look like we don't care.
We don't care.
OK? That was the whole point of the plaque.
To make it look like we care, when in fact, we don't fuckin' care.
A good Irishman's dead, Tommy.
Christ.
For an extra grand, you can get what they call an ultra-interior package.
It's a luxury package which consists of a wood-grain dash, interior upgrade, aluminum alloyed wheels Excuse me a minute, sir.
The kitchen counter's covered in spillage, and you left an unwashed coffee mug in the sink.
- Spillage? - Bagel crumbs.
- Clean it up please.
- I'm a little busy right now.
The kitchen rules have been posted.
We've been through this.
Mr.
Silverstein's interested in an MKZ.
I'll help Mr.
Silverstein.
You go clean the kitchen.
Let's figure out a way for you to drive home today in a Lincoln.
Fuckin' asshole.
Fuckin' spillage.
Are you fuckin' shittin' me? Fuckin' bread crumbs.
- What the fuck are you doin' here? - I got a fuckin' problem, man.
- I need your help.
- You got a problem? - I think Michael's gonna kill me.
- Why? What'd you do? I shot some fuckin' asshole Yankee fan who wandered into Mulligan's.
He fuckin' called Ted Williams a fuckin' fag.
You're as dumb as a bag of fuckin' rocks.
You know that? Mike doesn't know.
I fuckin' cleaned up.
I buried the motherfucker under the interstate.
- So what's your problem? - He's gonna fuckin' find out.
- How? - I don't fuckin' know! But it's Mike.
And when he finds out, he's gonna fuckin' kill me.
- You're right.
He's gonna kill ya.
- See? You gotta fuckin' talk to him.
You gotta fuckin' talk to him for me.
He respects you.
He'll listen to you.
Without you, I'm a dead man.
You think I got nothin' better to do than cover for your retarded ass? Please, Freddie.
I'm fuckin' Look at me.
I'm beggin' you.
Please, just talk to him.
Please, talk to Michael for me.
All right, get up.
- You gonna talk to him for me? - I said get up.
I'll talk to him.
I'll sort these if you show me the system.
Sure.
This way.
We have men, women, outerwear, and over here, children, boys, girls, blankets.
Thanks.
Here's the rest of it, man.
I see a good take this week.
Unless Atlanta beats Denver by six and we end up getting middled.
- This Hank Williams CD any good? - If you're sleeping with your cousin who just borrowed your pickup truck to run over your dog.
I'm takin' it.
You gotta play it? What the fuck's wrong with you two? Dude, do you want a rip? Might take the edge off.
I like your sweater.
Thanks.
It's a very lovely color.
My mom gave it to me for Christmas.
That color would look lovely on a blonde.
I'm not a blonde.
Well, if you were, it would look lovely on you.
Excuse me.
I have a phone call.
Listen.
Landing city contracts is bad enough.
When you deal with the Statehouse, you got 75 reps all runnin' around with their hand out.
You gotta pay off five guys to get one guy to come across.
Contracts oughta be a fair and level playing field.
You're right.
- It sounds like a bad situation.
- It sucks.
You must be tired of it.
Tell me about it.
You know You can help us fix that.
How's that? You'd have to be willing to wear a wire.
A wire? Well, that's the only way.
I mean, we have to get these guys on tape doin' this.
I understand what you're askin', but in my business, there are ramifications.
I live and die with government contracts.
What ramifications? You'd be a hero.
That's a good point.
I think people would be fallin' all over themselves to do business with you.
You don't have to help us.
That's your right.
But if you don't, you're gonna have to just keep paying for contracts.
And every time you do you're gonna hate yourself, because you're gonna know you could've done something about it.
A wire? He's fucked, ain't he? We just convinced a guy to fuck up his entire life.
You got a better way to make this work? Dinner's ready.
You wanna come clean up? Yeah, in a minute.
I put it on the table.
It's not gonna stay warm.
Then I'll heat it up! Trouble with your car? It's OK.
I'm just lookin' for me keys here.
I lost There they are, the little buggers.
Looks to me like those keys should stay lost.
OK, I'll walk.
- Good.
Do that.
- I will.
You're dead right.
Fuck you.
Walk.
You want some melon? - What type? - The yellow kind.
It's cantaloupe.
It's called fuckin' cantaloupe.
Whatever.
You want some? Sure.
Here.
It's juicy, right? Not half as juicy as you.
What? I'm juicy? When you come, it's like Niagara Falls down there.
I could drown.
Now, that's what I call a happy death.
No such thing as a happy death.
It's just death.
Trust me.
Michael, how'd you get this? Why? I don't know.
You don't know? I don't remember.
- How could you not remember? - Some things I don't remember.
Enough with the fuckin' questions.
I'm sorry.
- Get on your knees.
- Come on.
- Get on your fuckin' knees.
- We've done it five times already.
I know why you fuckin' want me here.
Get up.
- St.
Michael, the archangel.
- Pray for us.
- St.
Joseph.
- Pray for us.
- All the angels and saints in heaven.
- Pray for us.
In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
- Here we go.
- Sweet dreams.
Daddy? Would we be okay if our house caught fire? We'd be fine, honey.
Our house is safe.
I love you.
Sleep well.
Good night, girls.
How was your day? It was pointless.
Frustrating.
It was just I mean, who cares? It's got nothin' to do with me anymore anyway.
Another 18 months, I'll be out of this forever.
That would be nice.
It's gonna happen.
What the fuck are you doin' here? I must've snoozed.
I collected our money from our brown bookie.
Our bookie at brown, not our brown bookie.
You sittin' here fuckin' drunk? I'm sober as a telegraph pole.
Where's the money? Give me the fuckin' money.
Let's see here.
Must've fallen down here.
Get your fuckin' act together.
I must've just left it at home.
That's all.
Just left it at home.
I'll see you in the mornin'.
At least you're not dead.
What's the matter? What'd I do now? Nothin'.
I just hope you remembered to wash your dick after you fucked her.
The hot water heater's back on.
The pilot light blew out.
Thank God for clever men.
I got it, ma.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
It smells good.
What do we got here? I'm making a roast for Jamie O'Malley's mom.
The tragedy is Jamie O'Malley shouldn't have been there.
That building was chained and locked for a reason.
You okay, ma? You seem very tired.
I've been tired since you cut your first tooth.
If you feel a pressing need to worry about someone, worry about your cousin.
Colin? I found him passed out on the floor this morning.
He's drinkin' way too much on top of whatever else he's doin'.
And if I didn't know better, I'd say a woman broke his heart.
Not that I know of.
He's a mess.
You should be lookin' after him.
Where are they? Who? Moe and John.
Where the fuck are they? How the fuck should I know? Maybe they ran away to get married.
Why don't you take a hike a minute? Don't you ever fuckin' talk back to me like that again, cousin or no cousin.
You understand? My apologies.
All right, look.
I want you to come and have dinner with me and Kath tonight.
8:00.
I was plannin' on drivin' down to Foxwoods.
- Poison's - It's not a request.
OK, I'll be there.
Thank you.
We need to have a fuckin' heart-to-heart, you and me.
About what? About you.
What's this? This represents the legislative needs of my parishioners.
- I'll look it over.
- No, you won't.
You'll shove it off into a corner somewhere.
But at least it'll be there in the corner to remind you.
You know, father with respect there are over one million people in this state that have needs.
You could always hand out more plaques.
So, why am I here beside a free tire rotation? I'm callin' in a favor.
What the fuck favor do I owe you? I guess that day you had me come down to the arcade for that meeting there happened to be a SWAT team there.
If that's an accusation, I deeply resent it.
You wanna talk about it? About what? About whatever has turned you into a fuckin' walkin' country-and-western song.
I don't know.
I'm just feelin' a bit out of sorts lately, I suppose, or s Workin' too hard probably.
Ma thinks it's a woman.
- More potatoes? - No, I'm good.
This is great.
You're among friends.
Is it a woman? I wish it was.
Then I'd have an excuse.
No, it's more of along the existential line, like What's the fuckin' point of life? There's no fuckin' point to life.
You eat, sleep.
You work.
If you're lucky, you die old in your own bed.
That's it.
What? I suppose.
Look, you gotta snap out of this bullshit.
You understand me? It's no fuckin' good.
It's compromising your work.
All right, then I'll go on the fuckin' wagon.
Good.
'Cause I need you sober.
I can't fuckin' do this without you.
I need you watchin' my back.
- I got it.
- Who's that? You expectin' someone? Like Moe today.
You fuckin' notice Moe actin' kinda hinky? - I didn't notice.
- That's what I'm saying.
You gotta fuckin' keep your eyes out.
I think he's fuckin' up to some Your friend's here.
My apologies for intruding during dinner.
It's always a pleasure.
Kath, will you set a place? I'm good, thanks.
My wife made a beautiful saltimbocca.
Excuse us.
I need you to have a sit-down with Freddie.
Over what? Over how you two are gonna learn to get along.
Not for nothin', but what goes on between Freddie and me it's an Irish thing.
It doesn't cross over into your world.
You two nuts shootin' each other in the street is a providence thing.
That puts it in my world.
Saturday, 6:30.
40 Prince Street.
40? I'll see you there.
- Hold still.
- I am holding still.
I don't like the way that it looks in the front pocket.
It looks suspicious.
It'll be under his jacket.
What if it's 150 degrees in there, and the guy needs to take his jacket off? What about that? This is not like in the movies.
That's because movie cops are on movie budgets.
Don't worry.
Nobody pattin' you down for a wire.
They're gonna be pattin' me down? Nobody's gonna pat you down.
OK, look.
Just calm down, relax.
- Act normal.
- What if I'm nervous? - Don't be nervous.
- Just go in there.
You shake his hand.
You say, "Hey.
Oh, my God.
This is a nice office.
Cute kids.
" His kids aren't gonna be there.
- He'll have pictures on the desk.
- How do you know? - Hitler had pictures of his kids.
- Hitler had kids? Come on.
Jesus.
I offer for consideration an official proclamation by this body honoring the victims of the Owens mill fire.
A tragedy that has touched all of us to the core.
Human life is sacred, and as such it is only right that we stand up and with one voice declare that we will not forget those who perished.
Therefore, I do propose that a plaque be commissioned in place at the site.
Thank you, representative Williams.
Do we have draft language for the engraving on the plaque? Yes, Mr.
Speaker.
If I may read it into the record.
Point of order.
What's your point of order? I would like to introduce a new piece of legislation.
Legislation? Correct.
Representative Williams, will you cede the floor? The chair recognizes representative Caffee.
Legislation to fund low-income section 8 housing.
Such housing to be available to all residents of Rhode Island, including noncitizens here on green cards and working visas.
I know funding such housing will be difficult in fiscally challenged times, but if we don't, there'll be more fires like the one that killed Jamie O'Malley.
It is in memory of his sacrifice that I offer this bill.
Thank you.
Thank you.
In memory of his sacrifice? What fuckin' planet are you on? It was a solution.
Giving housing to people who can't vote? They have friends, neighbors who can, and a lot of them are in my district.
What's goin' on, Tommy? What is this? You wanna be Che Guevara, get your face on a t-shirt? It's never gonna pass.
I don't care to look like an asshole when I kill it.
You're not gonna kill it.
I'm not? Have you forgotten there's a chain of command here? Don't you ever step out of line and cross me again.
You know, providence is 30% latino.
And when you run for governor you're gonna need every single one of those votes.
I'm gonna ram your piece of shit bill right through committee.
But in exchange, you are no longer my majority leader.
You understand me? At the end of this term, you're gonna step down.
Until then, you sit in the corner with your thumb up your ass.
- Fine.
- "Fine.
" You say "fine" to me? I am the Speaker of the House of Rhode Island.
And it's been my pleasure to serve you.
You're gonna throw your whole career away? Fuck Nozzoli.
Who's he to tell you you have to meet with Freddie Cork? If Freddie's even fuckin' in there.
Don't go.
I don't go in, it looks weak.
Gives him an excuse to replace me with Freddie.
All right then, Michael.
I'll go in there with you.
If they hit you, they'll have to hit me too.
If Freddie comes out that door before me blow his fuckin' head off his fat shoulders.
Where are you? It's 6:30.
And you're not parked at your usual spot on my street - where you think I can't see you.
- I'm waitin' for Michael to get out of a meetin'.
- You're lying.
- I'm not lyin'.
We both know that Michael is fucking his mistress right now, OK? Just say the words.
It's not like it's gonna change the universe.
It might.
Aren't you tired of being paid to lie to me? Your shot.
What's the score? I can't get it.
There he is.
Come in.
I want you to hash it out with Freddie.
Have a fuckin' drink.
Relax.
Go ahead.
Lookin' sharp.
Shouldn't you be hocking Lincolns somewhere? Probably.
One more soccer mom complain about cup holders, I'm gonna strangle someone.
Look, I need to get back in.
Little bird told me your lawyer wants you to keep your nose clean.
Fuck my lawyer.
I need to earn money.
I know you're the boss.
Things have changed.
I accept that.
But you also know I can make you a shitload of money.
Let me get this straight.
You're gonna work for me? All you have to do is sit back and hold your hand out.
Why should I believe you? And what's to stop you crossin' the line? I'll kill him.
And I'm the boss? All day.
Come on, Mike.
Fuck it.
Why not? I could use an extra pair of fists.
I got one tiny proviso.
You can't kill Moe.
- Why the fuck would I wanna kill Moe? - He killed a Yankee fan in your bar, and he's scared you're gonna bash his fuckin' head in when you find out.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill him.
Have a calculator.
Have some socks.
I stole this truckload of shit fair and square.
Because it's fuckin' Mike wants to play community leader, I gotta give it all away? You're lucky to be alive.
Shut up and do your penance.
This is the third time you've been up here.
I recognize the shirt.
At least go to the clothes section, get yourself a new t-shirt.
Fuckin' spider-man or somethin'.
That's a fuckin' shirt.
Big papi.
That's it, kid.
This is for you.
Nice shirt, buddy.
There you go.
What time is Jamie O'Malley's funeral tomorrow? The mass is at 11:00.
Well, I won't be attending.
Why not? Jamie's mother asked me not to.
Why? Because of my housing bill.
That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Anybody want corn? Popular opinion has it that your brother is bucking to become the new patron saint of the very people who killed Jamie O'Malley.
Tommy is only trying to make sure there isn't another fire that kills another 17 people.
If those people don't want to die in a fire, they shouldn't have squatted illegally in an abandoned factory.
You think they're too cheap to pay their rent? Is that what you think? When the Irish came here, we didn't break into abandoned buildings and live like animals.
Furthermore, we didn't go sneakin' across the border in violation of the law.
That's because there were no laws to violate.
They didn't exist until 1922.
Sweetheart, those people don't even bother to learn english.
- We need butter for the corn.
- I'll get it.
No, I got it.
Tommy, bring the salt and pepper.
He's not there.
What do you mean, he's not there? He's gone.
He vanished into thin air.
You really are the mother from hell.
Girls, get up.
Let's go.
Jesus! You really know how to clear a room.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't take it anymore.