Not for Nothing (2022) Movie Script
1
My father used
to say it don't matter
if you're a good
guy or a bad guy.
All that matters is who wins.
Unfortunately, you
can't always win.
This... This is a
story about losing.
All right, so once again,
you open up the phone,
you press the button,
Eh?
And you get all these
different kinds of apps.
So what do you mean
they're in the phone?
Don't you buy them?
Where do we buy these from?
The apps? You buy
them in the App Store.
In the App Store?
Where's the App Store at?
It's in the phone.
-The phone? I'm confused.
-Me too.
What the fuck you talking about?
How do you buy them?
With a credit card?
No, baby, no, I swear.
Look, I need you.
You're a liar.
Look, I know I was wrong.
I'm a fucking idiot sometimes.
We've been here before.
You're just gonna try harder
not to get caught next time.
Look, you remember
when we met, huh?
Down by the shore. Gateway 26.
You were the hottest
fucking broad
on the whole fucking boardwalk.
- I saw you walk by and I was--
All right, here we are.
A little hydration.
-Just give us a few minutes?
-Oh, sure thing.
I would like some water.
Thank you.
Hey yo, Tree Man,
can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah. What do you want?
I can't sell this shit.
Nobody wants this.
What the fuck are you doing? Put
that shit away out here, man.
What the fuck is this shit?
Yeah, it's fucking Mexican bunk
weed. No one will smoke that.
Give me my money back.
Can I see
your ID, please?
Why I gotta show you ID?
Marcus, just chill.
No, man, this is
some racist bullshit.
See, now, he just said Marcus,
and this says Tommy.
That's why I asked
to see ID, sir.
You know what? Fuck
this racist bullshit.
Listen, man, do we
have a problem here?
Yeah, we got a fucking problem.
I can't believe what
you're fucking doing to me.
You. You did this, not me.
Thinking about any appetizers?
Can we have a few
fucking minutes?
This bitch is fucking with
me because I'm black!
See, it's got nothing
to do with your race.
Fuck that. He's trying to pull
a credit card scam on me.
Fucking this guy? You're fucking
a guy named fucking Garrett?
-We're together! I don't
just fuck people like you!
-You're together?
Oh, really? I just
got blowed a few times.
-Can I get--
-Shut up!
Jesus Christ!
Yo, I thought that security
guard was about to shit.
That was fucking amazing.
Yo, when you pointed
at the camera and shit?
I'm telling y'all.
I'm like a method actor.
I'm like Robert De
Negro or somebody.
"I know my rights, bitches."
What's their purpose?
What do they do?
They got traffic, games.
Oh, so it's like the news.
How do we get our hands on it?
-You gotta make one.
-We got to make apps?
How the fuck are we
gonna make apps?
You're always on the computer
and your fucking phone
with them jerkoffs
across the street.
Tell 'em to make us
some fucking apps.
Okay, I'll do what I can.
All right, I'll look into it.
It's a very strong bottle.
Look, dude, I'm sorry bro.
I really don't know
why I did that.
Sorry? Fuck you, asshole!
Oh my God!
Baby, I love you.
I love you so much.
You just stay the fuck away from
me 'cause you're fucking crazy!
220. Man, you told me 220,
'cause next time you're gonna
get the best shit around.
All right. Fuck. Here, take it.
-Yeah.
-Merry Christmas.
Yeah. Merry Christmas
to you, too. Thank you.
Stick to these trees.
You're better at selling them.
Fucking prick.
Not bad for one hour's work.
Yeah, all right. Are we done?
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have
to get back to your girlfriend?
-Huh?
-Yeah.
Mike, I'm not even going
to go see her tonight,
so get off my ass, all right?
-You're not seeing her tonight?
-No.
Oh my God, miracle of miracles,
-I swear.
-Yeah. Mikey.
What's the matter?
You don't like hanging out
with me no more, huh?
No, I just don't enjoy
stealing. That's the thing.
I'm sorry, I forgot
you're a saint.
Yeah, well, there's better
ways to make money, pal.
Like what?
Well, you could
do what I'm doing.
I'm singing. I'm
going to try out
for American Idol soon.
I've got some things lined up.
I, I don't want to make
fun of you right now,
but I feel like you just, like,
gave it to me right there.
-American Idol?
-Yeah, Mike.
You're going to try out
for American Idol?
-Yeah.
-The only experience you have
is getting drunk at karaoke
and singing love songs to Butch.
Fuck you. Go steal it.
No, I'm serious. Go ahead,
sing me something.
I'll give you $20 right now
if you sing me something.
No.
-Go ahead.
-No!
Fly me to the moon
Fly me to the moon
There we go, there we go.
Is that enough for you?
That was pretty good.
Uh, it's a no from me, dawg.
Be a jerk.
Hey, buddy! Ain't the most.
But it's something.
Hey Mario, can I get a Pabst?
Get the fuck out of here!
They're playing
like bums tonight.
Used to be champions.
Just over nine minutes
to go in the quarter
and they need
to score on this drive.
Granddad and Coke for Dino.
That's all he drinks.
Always keep the glass filled.
Oh, Mario!
Where's Nicole?
Ah, girls' night.
Oh, girls' night!
That's why you're not
seeing her tonight.
You're not allowed.
Go fuck your mama, all right?
Hey, fuck your mother.
Hey, just leave him alone,
Mikey, huh?
Fucking asshole!
I got that tank for you.
Great. I'll text
you the address.
Hey, how ya doin',
Mar? Who's she?
-Who are you?
-Kelly.
I fired Sean. He's a bum.
Hey, Mario. I could
bartend, you know?
I mean, if you need anyone to
cover any shifts, I can do it.
I don't need another ugly face
behind the bar. I'm enough.
Can I get an IPA?
Oh, you're drinking
that craft beer shit now?
What are you, some
kind of hipster?
Go fuck yourself, Butch.
Pete, how are you doing?
Not great.
I guess that means
you don't have my money?
Friday I got you, I swear!
Yo.
Kentucky's 11.
You want the points?
-$2.
-Yeah.
Taking Farleigh?
Okay, you got it, brother.
Yeah. Hold...
-Thanks, Dino. I appreciate it.
-No problem.
And you're right, that game?
Tremendous. The cowboy game.
-Oh, that Red Dead Redemption 2?
-Oh my God.
Kelly?
I must say, I find you
very visually pleasing.
Is that an okay
thing to say today?
I don't know.
Let me give you my number.
And if you ever need
any handiwork done,
I'm your guy.
I have a very
large array of tools.
Okay. Butch. Hey, hey.
How's the wife and kids?
Heh. Yeah.
Great, yeah.
They're still there.
How's your mother doing?
You still live with her,
right, in the same house?
Yes, I do. So
what's the score here?
17-3.
-Birds?
-No.
I bet you 20 bucks
they don't score another
point the entire game.
And you call yourself
a Philadelphian?
You know what you're on, Cuz.
Yo, Mario!
What the hell you doing
closing so early?
It's only 12:00!
Cuz it's my bar
and I feel like closing.
How do you always win?
Because I'm a natural-born
winner, Dino.
I bet with my head,
not with my heart.
You're a lucky fucking asshole.
Right. Thank you so much.
You know, Kelly,
I was thinking about it.
Honestly, there's,
it's late, it's dark.
There's a lot of
creepy guys out there.
Predators, really.
Would you like a ride home?
Yeah...
Um, I'm good though.
I walk home alone a lot.
Okay.
Is that a no? Next time.
Get your hand off me!
You fuckin' jagoff!
Listen, I'm gonna
go grab a cheesesteak.
Who's comin with me?
Fuck that,
I'm cheesesteaked out.
Whatever, brother.
I'm out.
Take it easy, homeboys.
Yeah, so I'm gonna go.
Good night everyone.
Get home safe.
Night, Kelly.
You live in that direction.
Walk her home.
Love you!
Hey, uh, Kelly!
Oh, fuck this. I
don't want to go home.
Chinatown?
You read my mind. Pete, come on.
I can't, I'm broke.
All right, come on, I got you.
I can't pass up an egg roll.
Hey, if you don't mind,
I will walk you home.
You don't need to
walk me home, dude.
Dude?
Yeah, everyone's a dude.
I'm a dude. You're a dude.
She's a dude, 'cause
we're all dudes, hey!
That's cute.
I take it you're
not from Philly.
I mean, I'm not really
from anywhere anymore, so...
You like talking like that?
All cryptic?
Less is more.
Ah marone! I'm gonna go
dizzy talking to you.
You're a sad man.
Yeah.
Try to hide it with
that tough guy act
I see right through you.
Sad, longing to be held.
Fuck outta here!
Shots? Shots on me.
Chasing shots.
Everything okay?
Yeah. It's just
my little brother.
What's going on with this kid?
I don't know, him.
I gotta go deal with this.
All right. See
you around, Mikey.
Thanks.
I'll see you, dude.
Catch you later.
What's up, Frank?
Hey, Mike.
So you just been staring
at her through the window
for the last 30 minutes?
She's supposed to be having
a fucking girls' night.
Oh, she's having
a girls night, Cuz.
So, uh, what do I do?
I don't know, Frank.
What's going on in there,
it's crazy disrespectful.
What's up, man?
Hey, baby. What's up?
Nothing much. Just
grabbing a cheesesteak.
Where are your girlfriends at?
They were here. I mean...
Um.. I don't know.
All right. Listen, anyway.
I just saw you pop
one of those pills.
I thought you said you were
taking a break from that shit
for a while.
Yeah, Oxys! I just
took a Klonopin.
It's fine. It's whatever.
Well...
Who's that?
That guy? That's Brillo.
You know Brillo.
He's in that punk
band, The Rash.
Nicole, I don't know, Brillo.
I don't want to know Brillo.
You're mad that I'm playing pool
with a rando, really?
You know, jealousy's
not cute, right?
I'm not being jealous!
You're my girl, right?
Right!
Right? Well then, what the fuck?
Plus, he's gross.
So I need to know.
But, you know, if you,
if you keep acting like
this, then I don't know.
Acting like what, Nicole?
If you keep acting like this,
I don't know about us.
Is that a threat?
No, just forget about it.
I was just saying.
Saying what?
Fuck her, man!
What happened?
Come on, dude, you saw her
in there with that fucking guy.
-What are you doing?
-Done.
Broke up with her.
This time it's over.
-What? Why?
-What do you mean, why?
You seen her in there
with that fucking guy, man.
Her girlfriends,
her fucking girlfriends,
weren't even there!
So wait, let me get this right.
You broke up with her
because she was flirting?
Man, that's what
girls do. They flirt.
That's how they feel alive.
It's not even that, man.
She's just, she's
no good, you know?
I mean, she
doesn't answer her phone.
She never gets back to me.
She disappears.
I don't need
the aggravation, Mike.
Yeah, well, I got news for you.
That's what happens
when they're hot, brother.
-Shit.
-You gotta put up with that.
You gotta stay
strong, all right?
Yeah. Fuck it, man.
Hey, look, you're gonna regret
this in a couple of hours.
-You know what I mean?
-Come on.
-Seriously! Look, you feel that?
-What?
-That freezing cold right there?
-Fuck you, man.
-You feel that?
Who you gonna snuggle with?
-You're such a jerkoff!
-Who you gonna snuggle with?
-I got you!
-I got you!
-You gonna jump me?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You call her tomorrow, okay?
And you put on that sorry
voice. Let me hear it.
-Let me hear that sorry voice.
-I'm sorry, baby.
Baby, I'm sorry!
-I'm so sorry.
-Right?
What the fuck? Michelle?
It is over, and it is clear...
The American Constitution...
The question is
whether all Americans will be
afforded equal rights
and equal opportunities.
Michelle?
Joey? Michelle?
Come on in here!
I'll fucking shoot you.
Play! Fucking play! Play!
Answer the fucking phone!
Play! Fuck!
Took the fucking TV!
Where's Joey?
Where's the fucking kids?
Answer your fucking phone!
A young woman,
identified as 19-year-old
Nicolette Mascino, from the
South Philadelphia area,
was found dead
early this winter morning
in a vacant lot
in the 3200 block...
I knew she was hiding
something from me Mikey.
I fucking knew it.
Michelle fucking left me!
-Butch...
-Can you believe this shit?
-She took my fucking TV!
-Butch!
She took the
fucking kids, everything.
-I thought I got fucking robbed.
-Butch!
-What?
-Nicole's dead.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
Nicole's... little Nicole?
Your Nicole, Mario?
It's true, dude.
How?
She OD'd.
What the fuck? Where?
They found her
in a lot in North Philly.
Jesus Christ.
Fuck! Mario, I'm so
fucking sorry, man.
If you need anything,
anything at all,
let me fucking know, man.
You know, I knew
she drank and whatever.
Go to raves, do ecstasy.
Whatever. But this?
This?
This ain't her, man!
Something...
Something's off.
It's that fentanyl shit,
I'm telling you.
It comes from China.
Oh, I heard that.
What comes from China?
The fentanyl.
I want to know where she got it.
Frankie?
Fuck you know about it?
Don't you fucking dare
try to put this on me. Mario.
Excuse me, would you all
like to buy some candy?
Smoothie!
It's Smoovie.
I thought I told you you're not
allowed in here till you're 21.
What are you selling
candy bars for now. Smoov?
This is my basketball team,
so we get uniforms.
I don't give a fuck
what it is. Get out!
Wow.
Should have moved to Jersey.
They got dope in Jersey. Mario.
Yo.
Yeah.
Really? Yeah. Bye.
That was Charlie the cop.
He said she died somewhere else,
and her body was
dumped in that lot.
It's under investigation.
Okay...
so who was she with last night?
Brillo.
Fucking piece of shit's
name is Brillo.
Who the fuck is Brillo?
Punk rock motherfucker.
Fucking asshole.
Who do you know
deals around here?
You know, like the
hipster guys at the bar?
Where do they get their stuff?
Oh, the biker gang?
No, they're into meth.
I'm talking about heroin.
Who sells heroin?
My friends really want to do
something about it, okay?
It ain't right.
Hey, Manny. These
guys need some help.
What's up?
You see this girl?
She was here last night.
Oh, yeah, I saw her.
She was with Jade.
Check it out.
Here's her Instagram.
Oh, wow. She's fucking hot.
Yeah. Thanks.
What about this
guy named Brillo?
Have you seen him around?
You know where I can find him?
Ask Dommy Rocks.
He's out there every night.
He knows all those places.
Hold up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. That's good.
You got to back it
up a little bit.
Yeah. Here you go.
A little more, little more.
Whoa, that's good.
How are you guys doing?
Yeah, yeah. Like, I like to
keep an eye on people's cars.
Especially from, you're
from out of town, right?
You don't want to mess
with the Parking Authority, PPA.
You know what it stands for?
Prepare to be poked in the ass.
So, listen, just real quick.
I know you're in a rush.
I got laid off last week.
It's real embarrassing.
Got laid off right
before the holidays,
and I'm just trying
to put together
a little dinner
for the kids, you know?
If maybe you could spare,
like, $5, that'd be great.
All I have is $20.
Oh my God. That would
help me a lot, man.
Thank you so much!
Man, I appreciate it.
Listen, make sure you get
some steaks over there.
Man, God bless.
Happy holidays. Yeah.
Or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa,
whatever you celebrate, yeah.
20 bucks!
Let me get a cigarette.
Menthols? Dude, you really got
a death wish. Got a light?
You know, I think you make more
money than me doing nothing.
Doing nothing?
I'm not doing nothing.
I'm working here, man.
What are you doing?
Just standing there like a tree.
Yeah, well I actually
have a kid.
I got a kid.
-You do?
-Yeah, you didn't know that?
His mother took him
up to Vermont, you know?
I'm trying to get a fucking,
trying to get a
fucking bus ticket now
to get up there to see him, man.
-I've just been down on my luck.
-Are you serious?
Maybe you can spare
five bucks or something,
-so I can go...
-Oh fuck you, man.
Oh, man!
Fucking get out of here.
I think you were gonna
reach for it. I almost had you.
-I wasn't giving you shit.
-I'm cold, man.
Stand next to the fire, Dom.
What are you doing later today?
Who are you going to be with?
-You gonna have dinner?
-By myself.
-Oh, well.
-Oh, it's Rocks.
Where can we find
this Brillo character?
Brillo?
I don't know. I don't know
any fucker named Brillo.
But I do know I'm going to smoke
one of your cigarettes.
- He's in a punk rock band.
- Dude, think!
What are you riding me for?
I didn't do anything wrong, man.
I don't know anybody
named Brillo.
Fuck that shit.
Hey, hey, look.
I will give you
an entire package
of cigarettes
if you help us, okay?
-I want to help!
-All right.
You want one?
Do I look like I want a
fucking Christmas tree, Pete?
Why has he got to be
such a dick about it?
Butch, I honestly don't know
anybody named Brillo.
But I'll ask around.
You don't have to be
like a piece of shit about it.
Yeah, he'll ask around,
and you'll give him
a whole pack of cigs.
Thank you. Do you have a light?
Look, look, look!
That's it. There he is.
Yo, you were
with Nicole last night?
What the fuck are
you guys doing?
-Whoa, what the fuck?
-You killed her!
What? She's dead? What happened?
Don't play stupid.
She was with you!
Oh, yo, just for a second.
And we were at a house together,
and then I left, I swear.
House?
Sounds like a bunch
of bullshit to me!
What house? In Kensington?
A dope house?
No, no, no, no, it was some
fucking house party
in South Philly.
Whose fucking house?
I told you, step the fuck back!
I don't know. I was
really fucking drunk.
- Ow!
- Mario...
Let's go, now. Mario, come on!
We gotta go. Get
in the fucking car, we gotta go!
Fuck outta here!
Shut the fuck up! Go!
If you
haven't gotten a chance
to do any Christmas shopping
this year yet, fear not.
Just ask yourself,
what would you say?
Mikey! Stop stealing.
No way. It's a
golden age of shoplifting.
They don't even try
to stop us anymore.
They can't afford the lawsuit.
God forbid someone gets hurt.
You know what? You're a jerkoff.
How's Frankie?
He's a mess. I had
to give him a Xanax.
Great. More drugs.
Oh, Mikey, I caught
another mouse today.
You got to go get it for me.
Just throw it away!
I gotta put him out of his
misery, Ma, it's a sin.
Okay.
There you go, little bud.
All right, you little bastard.
Stay out of our kitchen, okay?
There you go. Right there.
There you go.
Ugh!
Mikey, I'm coming with you.
No, just stay here, Frank.
We'll be back in a minute.
This is so fucked up.
She was fine when...
Why does this keep happening?
This is so fucked up.
Jade, anything you tell us
right now is helping Nicole.
Okay? Think about it like that.
Well, we were drinking here.
She was upset
because her boyfriend
broke up with her.
-We started partying...
-Doing drugs?
Did you guys go
somewhere after that?
Where?
Whose house?
Where?!
Bobby's.
Bobby?
Who's he?
You don't know Bobby?
No.
Is he here?
Yeah.
Point him out.
He's the guy in the
red leather jacket
at the end of the bar.
I'm all out.
What the fuck are you
talking to me for?
-I just thought...
-No, you're not thinking.
You're not thinking anything.
'Cause I told you a
million times, you're out.
Please, don't tell him
that I said anything!
Talk to Roger.
Fucking explained
this all last week.
No one's supposed
to fucking talk to me.
Hey, what's up buddy?
What's up, man?
So, listen.
A friend of ours
died last night,
and we heard that she
was at your place last,
so we're just trying
to figure some stuff out.
Do you recognize her?
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You don't want to go
in there right now.
The Guineas are asking
all kinds of questions, bro.
Dude, you got to get
out of here, man.
Yo, yo, yo, hold up, hold up.
Yo, I think I know
what the fuck happened
to that girl the other day.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
It's fucking terrible,
you guys. I'm sorry.
-Thanks.
-Yeah, she was...
Yeah, she looked...
She looked upset, and
she was texting somebody.
Then what?
I knew she was too
fucked up, right?
And I tried to get her to leave
in a car with me, but,
like, she wouldn't listen.
She's got in a car
with a couple guys.
Next thing I know, I see her
and Bobby going upstairs, right?
-Look at this shit.
-What the fuck?
A couple guys?
What'd they look like?
Two black guys.
-What the fuck?
-Look, right?
Shit, you gotta delete that.
No, no, no. Look, I know
it was Bobby that gave her
- the fucking drugs that killed her, dude.
- -Dude, shut up.
Fucking dope dealers
from Kensington.
You know, it was them that
dumped her fucking body.
Dude, just stop talking! Shut
your fucking mouth, okay?
If Bobby sees that,
he's fucking crazy,
he'll fucking kill you.
-No, you're right, you're right.
-So fucking get rid of it!
This is really
fucked up, you guys.
Let me get you a drink.
No, no. We're good.
Let me get three Rom Bombs.
Even though I
didn't do nothing wrong,
-I fucked up.
-And? And what?
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here. Thanks.
Like a newer type of car?
-It was like, you know...
-A green Subaru?
Yo, guys! I just
heard something outside.
-Mikey, shut up!
-I just heard something outside.
-Stay in the car.
-This is Frankie, her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend?
Hey, listen. I'm sorry.
Who are you?
I'm Bobby.
-You're Bobby?
-Yeah.
So she was at your house, right?
-Right.
-Motherfucker!
Frank!
What the fuck did you do to her?
Fuck did you do to her?
So that guy decided not
to press charges on you
because he feels bad for you.
He feels bad for me?
Charlie, they killed Nicole.
Hey, whoa. We don't know that.
But I promise you, we're going
to look into it, all right?
You promise me? You promise me?
I could tell you
where to go right now.
The guy's name is Brillo.
He has a video on his phone
of Nicole at the house the
last time anybody seen her.
Okay. Brillo.
Do either of you
know his real name?
No, but I can tell you
what he looks like.
Tattoos, braids.
He hangs at that fucking
punk bar. Go get him!
We'll find out.
He could be in the system.
Send me a picture.
And you're gonna fucking let
him get away with it Charlie?
All right, Frank.
All right. Walk!
-Fuck you Mike!
-Walk!
Shut up!
The fuck
was that, Frank?
Mike, they dumped her body.
What was I supposed to do?
Yeah, but you shouldn't have
fucking done that, bro.
That wasn't fucking smart.
Yeah, Mike.
You want to know
something funny?
She was fucking pregnant, Mike.
What?
I didn't get the text, till
this morning, when I woke up.
She sent me a picture
of a pregnancy test.
Fucking blue line,
man. Second picture.
Well, maybe this is just a
picture of a pregnancy test.
Maybe she sent it
to bust your balls.
Busting my balls? Mike,
look at the fucking picture.
It's her purple fingernails.
Her room in the background.
You mean to tell me she's
going to bust my balls?
Look at the fucking test, Mike.
I was going to be a
fucking father, man.
You were going to be an uncle.
Yeah. I don't know
about all that.
Fuck you mean you don't
know about all that?
You know.
No, I don't know,
Mike. So tell me.
No, never mind.
No, Mike, tell me. What the
fuck were you going to say?
-Say it!
-She was a very
friendly girl, Frank.
Friendly with a lot of guys.
Everyone knew that.
You knew that.
Fuck you. How's that, Mike?
-Fuck you.
-Frank!
When she was with
you, she hit me up.
I had to block her, bro.
So you were talking to my
girl then, that's right?
-I wasn't talking to her.
-You talking to my fucking girl?
Come on Frank,
I wasn't talking to her!
Fucking my girl. Mike?
-Take a walk.
-Take a walk?
-You want me to take a walk?
-Take a walk.
- You take a fucking walk!
- Take a walk!
Fuck!
Fuck you!
I didn't mean to do
that, Frank. I'm sorry.
Stay the fuck away from me.
Fuck!
No!
Hey, 'sup, Bobby?
What's up?
You know some piranhas
are vegetarians?
I uh, I did not know that.
Yeah, and some
bark like a dog, too.
All right, cool. So
we're good? Yeah?
Some of them are cannibals too.
Eat their whole family.
Whatever you got to
do to survive, right?
-It's done.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-All right.
Check it out.
Hold it up a little bit.
-Shit!
-It's awesome, right?
That is fucking
great! Thank you.
Oh, wow.
All right. And this is
all you right there.
Thank you. Bye.
Cool. All right, so I will
catch you later, my dude.
All right, and...
Yo, um, what's up with
this? Is this, uh...
Could I maybe grab
one of these lines?
Yeah, that's my special stash.
Okay, well, I mean, what's up?
May I...
Yeah, yeah. Go, go for it.
Oh, cool. All right.
All right.
Go!
You just went for it, huh?
It's fucking grimy, man.
Ugh!
No, what was that?
Dunno.
It could be coke.
-Could be meth.
-Ugh...
Could be pure fentanyl.
Fucking good shit, bro.
No, see, I...
I thought that was coke.
That's not cool, man.
Yeah, it's not cool.
I was fat lying too.
You are greedy.
I don't, I don't feel so good.
Yeah, well
you shouldn't.
I don't know how you could
do that to yourself.
You want more?
No, no, no, I'm...
I'm, I'm straight man.
-Yeah, you're straight.
-I'm...
You're... pulling my leg.
I'm, I'm... okay.
They call
him Bobby Boss.
It's a jerked-off
name if you ask me.
Bobby Boss? Fucking asshole.
Does he sell dope?
No, he's the coke guy.
Asshole.
Hey Kelly, how you doing?
Hey Dino. Mario.
Hey, how you doing, Dom?
Yeah, I'm doing great, man.
Actually, I just
got out of rehab.
-18 days.
-Good for you.
Thanks.
Hey, Dom. Good to see you.
Yeah. Good to see you, too.
Take a piss.
The fucking motherfucker.
Whoa! I didn't pinch
anything. I told you.
I just got out of
rehab, 15 days.
The old Dommy would have
pinched. Not the new Dommy.
You think I'm fucking stupid?
You're drinking a fucking beer.
I don't have a problem with
fucking beer, all right?
You're saying you
don't want a bump?
-Huh?
-Oh, fuck.
Don't use the same fucking key!
I don't know where you been!
Ow! Well, fuck you, man.
What kind of fucking shady
rehab center did you fucking go?
Huh? Rehab?
You said you went to rehab.
Oh.
I mean, it wasn't rehab, per se.
-I was staying with this girl.
-I'm not taking that!
She was a prostitute.
She cut my hair.
She cuts hair, too.
She was a prostitute, and
she let me stay with her.
We ran out of drugs,
ran out of money.
So I kind of was
forced to, kind of.
But it was the same
thing as rehab.
I wasn't doing drugs. I
wasn't staying, she was...
She made me go down on her
the whole time I was there.
That's what I had to
do because she had
an abnormally large clit
and guys didn't like
going down on her.
It was so, it looked like a
dick, to be honest with you.
So I was sucking her
dick the whole time.
-Can I ask you something?
-Yeah.
Why are you the
way you are, huh?
I'm special.
My mama always said that.
You meant that in a
good way, didn't you?
Shut up. Just shut up.
Yo, Butchie. Look at this.
I found that guy Bobby
Boss's Instagram pages now.
No, he's clearly a homosexual.
The punk? The punk?
Punk rock kids,
the hipster kids,
whatever the fuck they are.
They're scared of him.
I don't know. I could
squash him, you know?
Wait a second. He's
a fucking Mummer?
Who the fuck is this guy?
Mikey, you're a Mummer.
Not anymore. I'm retired.
You retired?
But Mikey Ventriello
is not marching
in the New Year's
parade this year.
But Bobbyboss514 is a Mummer?
What the fuck is going on?
Whoa! That's Johnny Bombs.
Who?
You tell him, Mike.
He's our fucking cousin.
He's connected.
Yo, Cuz. I'm going. See
you clowns later. Ha!
Dirty fuck.
Fuck it. I say we
fucking bury him.
Yeah, you know what, Butchie?
I say we kill the
motherfucker, too.
All right, all right. Stop.
What are you guys talking about?
No one's killing anyone.
All right. Frank.
It was a tragic thing, it was.
But it's over. Let it go.
Mikey's right.
Nobody's killing nobody.
Mario, not for nothing.
This is our fucking
neighborhood.
And that's your daughter
laying on a slab.
All right, all
right. Thank you Frank.
He's cut off. He's done.
We should at least
rob this fucking guy.
Take all his fucking shit.
Butch, I'm not a stickup man.
I'm more of a sneaky snake type.
Yeah, you're just
like fucking Bobby.
You oughta know how to
out-sneak the fucking snake.
-I'm not anything
fucking like him.
-Touch me, prick.
Yeah. You think you're
nothing like Bobby.
Well, we got to do something.
Why do we have to do
fucking anything?
Because we're men, Mike.
This is what men do.
Men fight. We fight
to the fucking death.
At least we fucking
used to. Not today.
I don't know about today.
Because today...
-Am I right?
-Fucking right.
Pete says I'm right,
so I'm fucking right.
The new breed of men, huh?
The guys today, you know,
they're a little...
I don't
really want to say it
because I don't want
to offend Kelly.
Hi, Kelly, I miss you.
Hmm?
You're religious?
No. Just a fan of Jesus.
Oh, yeah. Why is that?
Are you kidding me?
Jesus is the fucking man.
He was and is still the greatest
magician that ever lived.
Magician?
Yeah. I got really into magic
when I was a kid, so...
Like Harry Potter?
No, talking about real magic
like David Copperfield.
-Oh, okay.
-Harry Houdini.
Like real magic, which is fake.
Exactly.
Anyway, Jesus was just
like those guys, right?
Did all these tricks
as his miracles.
So Jesus was a liar?
Well, no. Not exactly.
I mean, he did these things
so that people would
really hear his message.
And it worked.
They started a religion
because of his magic.
Hmm, too bad they hung him
up on that cross, though.
Oh, no, no, no.
See, that's what everyone
wants you to think, right?
But I think that was
his last illusion, right?
Dying on the cross.
Followed by the
Resurrection, of course.
And if he hadn't pulled off
those last two illusions,
we wouldn't know his name today.
So you're saying
the Resurrection as
well as the crucifixion
is a magic trick?
I'm gonna blow
your fucking mind.
Cruci-Fiction.
Fair enough.
Wait, so let
me get this straight.
What you're saying is that
the Romans didn't actually
hammer them nails
through them hands?
Or he did do it, like
that David Blaine guy?
Fuck David Blaine.
Hey, how about that
Mary Magdalene, though?
Tell me Jesus wasn't
pimping her out.
There it is.
Yeah, I'm not wrong.
You want to see
something? Come here.
Hey, Mario, you got cards?
Just think of a card?
Any card.
I got one.
Now put your finger on any card.
Hold it down.
-That one right there?
-This one right here.
What's your card?
Tell you my card?
Tell me your card.
King of spades.
How did,
how did you do that?
How did you do that?
You're pretty good at
that magic shit, kid.
Yeah. Did you ever
think about becoming
a professional magician?
You get, like, a show in Vegas.
Oh, man, I wished, you know?
Best thing I could do around
here is probably pick up,
like, a job at a
kid's birthday party
as a magic clown or something.
Whoa, if it pays the bills
and makes you happy,
fuck it, why not?
You think I would make
an amusing clown, Dino?
-Absolutely, yeah.
-Yeah?
Is this your card?
I can't see that close.
Yo, guys.
What the fuck happened to him?
Hey, bros, you do me
a favor and pick him up,
take him out of here
for me, please.
Snap the fuck out of it!
Pick him the fuck up!
Where is it? Where is it?
Oh!
Did you smack my ass?
Did you?
And my darling
Hey guys!
-Frankie!
-Huh? Hello, brother.
Hey, I wanted to say sorry.
Problem is, I'm addicted
to blow jobs, you know?
So what are you saying?
-Your wife don't blow you?
-No, no, no.
You were going to be a dad
and I was going to be an uncle.
Who said anything about that?
That's, that's how it works.
She has...
a very small mouth.
Guys, it's last call.
Hey, Kelly. Kelly!
Yeah?
I'm gonna take you
to the gun show next week.
Yeah. No, thanks.
You know
I love you, right, brother?
I love you too, man. Come here.
Come on. Uncle Mikey's here.
You think I'm a bad guy?
Yeah.
You like that?
No. I think you're a
really creepy person.
All right. Butch. Come
on, buddy. Let's go.
You done? Hey, Mike.
No, no. Come on. One
more, one more round.
- Guys...
- It's on me. Come on.
Come on, it's after three.
I gotta get out of here.
Come on, one more.
No. It's done.
Come on, one more.
No! That's it! All
you motherfuckers,
get the fuck out!
-Upsy-daisy, come on.
-Mike! Fuck!
-Come on.
-I can pick myself up.
All right, all right.
See you later Dino.
- Get the fuck off me!
- No!
Frankie, go!
Dino!
Drink this.
-What is it?
-It's water.
Do I look like the type of
guy that drinks water?
Walk me home again?
You can tell me!
So tell me more. Tell me
more about this Dominic...
Oh, no thank you.
Okay...
Oh, okay.
Drop him! Let's go!
Hey.
I gotta take off.
Okay.
So, uh, last night was fun, but,
I'm not really looking
for anything serious,
so if we could just...
I'm not available either.
-Yeah.
-You know,
you're unavailable,
I'm unavailable.
That's why this works.
We can hang out again.
Yeah.
Shit.
Those fucking motherfuckers.
They fucking killed him!
The cops said that he OD'd.
You think somebody killed him?
Dommy Rocks saw him.
He's not going to the
cops because he's scared.
Well, then I'll go to
the cops. I'll call 'em!
No, Mom, we don't
have any evidence.
Go talk to the cops.
Talk to Charlie.
He grew up with Daddy.
Listen, fucking cops
are fucking useless.
They're not going
to do anything.
This fucking guy
Bobby is connected.
Connected to who? The mob?
They don't run shit anymore.
Mike, do you really think
that organized crime doesn't
fucking exist anymore
because the Italians
don't run it?
We're talking organized crime.
It doesn't fucking matter
what part of Sicily your
family is from anymore.
It's about fucking money,
Mike. That's it. Period.
You don't think he's got to kick
something back to somebody?
Come on Mike.
Jesus Christ.
It's frigging cold.
Watch you don't step in
the dog shit over there.
Hey, listen, my friends
really want to do something
about these fucking
jerkoffs, okay?
-It ain't right.
-I already put the word out.
I'm waiting to hear back
with some information.
And once I hear something,
I'll get back to you.
Joe, look, not for nothing, Joe.
No disrespect, but
something's got to be done.
They killed, they
killed little Frankie.
Nah, we don't know that.
From what I heard,
Frankie had a drug problem.
Come on, Joey, a drug problem?
The kid had a broken nose.
This kid was murdered.
Yeah. I also heard
his brother punched him in
the nose the night before.
I heard that from you,
as a matter of fact.
Nah, somebody up the
street ID'd him, okay?
They gave us three guys.
Okay. I got the word out. Relax.
Once I hear something,
I'll contact you.
In the meantime,
you got to chill.
And Netflix. Come on.
It don't matter, man!
That's six.
Give me the ball.
Give me the fucking ball!
You wanna talk?
Give me the ball Marcus!
There ain't nobody else here,
man. We can talk about it.
You don't want to talk?
Come on, I mean, look, we went
through the same thing, man.
We best friends. I'm not
playing ball with you.
We gotta talk.
All right, you wanna play?
Go ahead, man.
Give me all you got. Fuck
is wrong with you, man?
Who you playing against?
You're gonna fucking play?
When it happened
to my brother, man,
I felt like that, too.
And I was just like you, man.
Acting crazy on the
basketball court.
But you gonna get
through it, man.
You hear what I'm saying?
What do you want me to say?
Sorry, Frankie's dead.
All right, let's talk.
Let's talk!
Why the fuck's Frankie dead?
Why the fuck's Nicole dead, huh?
Drugs, man. That's why.
Everybody's doing fucking drugs.
I have to worry about
this shit every day.
I mean, it was
fucking Frankie, man.
Frankie! That kid ain't
done shit to anybody.
What did he ever do, huh?
Listen, man.
What
did he ever do?
I know what you're saying, man.
I'm gonna just, like, take
a little break, you know?
I'm gonna get some
water over here.
Maybe you should, too.
Or you know what?
Keep playing, man, if
you want. Keep playing.
Just keep going
at that rim, bro.
Look, Mike, you got to
understand something, man.
It's not your fault, bro. You
can't be everywhere at once.
Don't blame yourself,
man. You're dog tired.
Kelly, offer's still on the
table, if you want to marry me.
Aren't you married, Butch?
Just so you know,
think about it.
Mmm! Beautiful babies we'd have.
-Don't you have kids?
-A couple.
Here you go, Mario.
Thanks, Kelly.
Hello, guys. Hey, Dino!
Did you get your hair
cut? You look good.
Mario, man, so glad you're here.
What a surprise, eh?
Hey, look, um,
I got a bunch of great
stuff here in this box.
Oh, I got this.
This is the best.
Every bar needs
one. It's a duster.
It's brand new, even
though the box is broke.
Look, um...
I get, I guess--
I told you to get the
fuck out of here!
I don't need your trash.
Sorry, man.
It was an accident.
It needs a bag.
All right, I apologize.
Sorry, Kelly. That's my fault.
Don't worry about it.
-Yeah.
-Hey, uh...
Don't look at me like that.
You know I'm broke, too.
Look, stuffing dollars in
that stupid fucking machine.
You can't even help a friend
out. I see how you are.
Not today, Dom.
What? Butch. Huh? You
think you're better than me?
You think you're better
than your fucking brother?
Don't you fucking mention
my brother, motherfucker!
Fuck you!
Relax, relax.
If I were you, I would walk out
that fucking door
and not come back.
He's not kidding.
We've had a bad week here.
Just go.
You've had a bad week.
I've had a bad life.
Hey, Dino, you still smoke, huh?
Come on, buddy.
For old times sake.
I know you still
smoke. Help me out.
Get the fuck off me!
What's the matter with
you, you goofy bastard?
The fuck's wrong with everybody?
You know what I mean?
Listen, man, I need something.
Somebody to give me a dollar.
You can give me a beer to go.
I'm not leaving till
I get something.
You know what I mean?
Jesus fucking Christ!
What the fuck did you do now?
Oh my God!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that.
You're sorry you did that?
I think he's dead.
We need to call 911, right?
Jesus fucking Christ, Butchie.
Do you have no control
over your impulses?
What are you, a fucking child?
You're going to
get me shut down!
I'm sorry. I don't
know why I did that.
All right, we'll get the body
out of here or something.
I mean, we can't...
Not fucking cool, man!
Oh, fuck. I'm bleeding!
Not fucking cool!
The fuck's wrong with you?
He's fine. Merry Christmas, huh?
What the fuck, Butch? Christ.
-So, what are you upset about?
-Nothing.
So what happened at school?
This fucking strapper.
He's punching me.
Well, you won't have
to worry about him,
all right? I'll take
care of him for you.
-All right, thanks, Mikey.
-No problem. Frank.
Yo, Mike!
I'll always be there for you
no matter what
happens, all right?
Hey.
So, um, it's been
kind of a bad week.
You know, I guess
you know about that.
I was reading in Corinthians.
No temptation has
ever been given you
that hasn't been
faced by man before,
and that God...
never provides a temptation
without a means for escape
so that we can endure.
Well, lately it's been
getting kind of hard
to endure because, um...
I miss my family and...
Hey, baby!
I miss who I used to be.
-When are you coming over?
-I had to work, you know?
But I'm going to be
there next week.
And that if, um...
you're providing
the means for escape,
maybe I'm just too
stupid to see it,
and maybe you can help me out
in that regard, because...
Really hard lately.
Dear Jesus,
we pray that you please
welcome all through the gates
into the kingdom of Heaven
and give eternal peace.
I haven't
figured it out yet.
Put my daughter on the phone!
-Put my daughter,
-You ugly, sick...
put my daughter back
on the fucking--
Fuck! Fuck!
Of course, I don't know how
much more I want to endure.
It's just hard, Cuz.
I can't do this right now.
Mike, where are you going?
Hey, you're Johnny Bombs,
right? Mikey's cousin?
Yeah, how you doing?
Good. What do you know about
this Bobby Boss character?
He's your friend. You look
like friends on Instagram.
You're friends with
this piece of shit?
So what's your
connection to him, John?
So, is this guy protected
by the Italians or what?
-No.
-So we can take him out then?
Who is this guy?
I'm Butch.
He's good. He's our guy.
So you're telling
me that this guy
is not protected
by the Italians,
but we still can't touch him?
No. I'm sorry.
Okay. Why not?
I mean, you can,
but you'll bring
a lot of heat on all of
us that we do not need.
So, no.
That's a bunch
of bullshit, John.
Listen, you didn't
hear this from me.
But it's the Russians.
He's with them.
We don't fuck with the Russians.
Yeah, I could have guessed that.
-That's all I can do.
-Thanks.
But one thing real
quick, before you go.
Give us a name.
-A name? Whose name?
-One of the Russians.
-A name.
-I just told you.
We don't fuck with the Russians.
I just want to go over there
and drink some tea
with the guy maybe.
Ta manooch.
I don't know.
Maybe you should,
maybe you should take
your mom on a vacation.
-A couple of weeks.
-No.
Look, it's just that,
I love you kid, you know? I do.
I don't want to see anything
bad happen to you.
-Is that a threat Dino?
-Jesus Christ!
What, are you losing
your mind altogether?
Why on Earth would I
ever threaten you?
Huh? Wise up.
I would take a bullet
for you or your brother.
Yeah, I know. Sorry.
It's a crying shame
what's happening right now.
Yo, we'll figure
this all out, okay?
You'll see.
-Mmm, mmm, mmm!
-I'm ridiculously hungry.
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't eaten anything
in it feels like three days.
This popcorn shrimp is the shit!
The MSG is g--
Two men were
gunned down today
in a mafia-style hit
at the Ruby Buffet
on the 1200 block of
Christopher Columbus Boulevard.
One of the two men, Roger Avery.
-is listed in critical condition
-What the fuck did you guys do?
-What?
-It's all over the fucking news!
What the fuck are you
guys talking about?
You're a bad liar, man.
No wonder your wife left you.
Hey! Fuck you!
-Fuck you!
-Aah, what the fuck?
Not fucking smart, Butch.
-Not fucking smart!
-Get the fuck off!
Fuck!
We did what had to be done.
-I fucking did!
-This is not good.
Your father did not want
this for you, Mikey.
...South Philadelphia seemed
to have closed up shop
after Nicholas Gandolfo
was put away in 1998.
Even his old associates have
moved on to new business.
Nah, there's too many
rats in there anymore,
so we're out of that business.
Now we're in real estate.
They got the kids, the family,
and I didn't want to put my,
my children through
that or my wife.
The reason why we
decided to go legit,
-one of them--
-We're making more money
doing legit businesses!
Illegal business, it's harder
to do illegit shit.
-Can I say something?
-No.
And you, get the
out of here.
Since then,
the Russian mafia has made
a large presence
across the country.
There is no more Italian
mafia, they say.
So, who is responsible
-for these recent shootings?
-Oh, great.
-Beverly Gunn,
-Joey Pipes.
from South Philadelphia.
What am I supposed to tell him?
You guys started a war.
They said they didn't do it.
This is bad.
Your guys oughta lay low now.
And this Bobby character,
he's working for
somebody high up.
-Who?
-Look, Jimmy,
everything's nice now.
And those pieces of shit
that got nailed don't matter.
But Bobby can't be touched.
It stops there.
You know, all due respect,
but Frankie's dead.
And when his father finds out...
His father has no
say in any of this,
he's a nobody.
What are you talking
about, he's a nobody.
-He was...
-Was, was.
He was respected years ago.
The guy's been in the can
for 20 fucking years.
Yeah, because he wasn't a rat.
And that's why nothing's
gonna happen to Mikey.
And Jimmy, I'm telling you now,
if this thing goes any further,
there's nothing I could say or
do that will help these kids.
I'm sorry.
So tell me,
what do you know about
those CBD oils and whatnots?
Frankie's dead.
Two men
were gunned down today
in a mafia-style hit
at the Ruby Buffet
on the 1200 block...
What's up, man?
This...
Turk!
That! You don't hear that?
No.
It's the fucking Feds!
It's the fucking Feds!
It's all right,
it's not the Feds.
It's not the Feds. It's okay.
Let him see who it is.
You the fucking Feds?
Tell me you're not
the fucking Feds.
I'm not the Feds,
Bobby, all right?
Hey, you setting me up?
-No!
-You fucking setting me up?
Bobby, I'm not setting you up.
I'm not setting you up.
Bobby. Bobby, just take it easy.
-You fucking setting me up?
-It's me, Bobby.
I'm not doing nothing, okay?
Hey, who is it?
Yo.
It ain't the feds, dude.
It's that crackhead dude
with a box full of
shit and a TV.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. TV.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.
Thank you, sir.
Hey!
My Homie Wan Kenobi.
What's up, Dom?
I got it, don't worry about me.
All right!
What the fuck? What
happened to you?
-What, this?
-Yeah.
Oh, my God, some asshole man
hit me in the head with a
fucking Megatouch machine.
Megatouch machine?
Yeah, but wait till
you see what I got.
You got a Megatouch machine?
What, the Megatouch machine
that hit me in the head with?
You're funny.
Well, he stabbed me,
would you want the knife?
Look, I got
candlesticks because,
I don't know, maybe you
have a romantic dinner
here or something?
Are you fucking kidding me?
But that's all right,
because guess what?
I got a glue gun, you know?
Oh, antique!
This cell phone,
they're so durable.
Watch!
Fuck it. That's a
piece of shit anyway.
And...
check this out, TV.
The whole thing for 20 bucks.
What do you think?
It's good stuff, man.
I'll give you $5.
For this, for everything?
Yo, Bobby. What are
you thinking, man?
It's not even a flat screen.
Yeah, no, I know.
That's the thing.
See, I collect that. Right?
Because it's going
to be worth money
because it's not a flat screen.
He knows, he's smart.
We could use these
at the New Year's party.
At the party.
Five bucks though, for
the whole thing? Bobby...
Deal. What am I going to
argue with you for, right?
I appreciate it.
Oh, God, thank you.
I'm so hungry.
So yeah,
this motherfucker's
throwing a party
at his place for New Year's Eve.
All his fucking scumbag
friends are gonna be there.
-You sure?
-Yes, I'm positive.
-Okay.
-What's going on?
Come on, I don't want
any fucking problems.
Dude, what's the problem?
You didn't hear? This!
This is the problem.
He fucking hit me with
a Megatouch machine
at the bar, man.
Right in the head.
What the fuck?
Yeah, look, I'm
sorry about that.
Yeah, you seem real
sorry, I could tell.
That could have
fucking killed me.
Then what, huh?
I had to go to the hospital.
I got eight stitches
-in my head.
-So what?
They probably gave
you fucking morphine
for the fucking pain,
you probably loved it.
All right, all right, all right.
You want me to hit you
in the fucking head again?
And stop going around telling
people you're my fucking cousin!
You borrowed money off
three fucking people last week.
Stop going around telling people
you're my fucking cousin.
All right, guys, relax!
Bobby's gonna have a New Year's
Eve party tomorrow night.
Oh, good. Well, you're not
totally fucking useless.
Fuck you. Butch.
And Rocks knows where it is.
And how do you know Rocks
isn't fucking setting us up?
This motherfucker would sell out
his own fucking sister
for a bag of dope.
Set him up?
You know,
your father and I,
we were so close.
He was my best fucking friend
in this whole fucking
stupid planet.
He's in jail now for a
lot of other people,
including me.
They don't make
guys like that anymore.
When I look at you,
I see you running around
with your brother.
That's what I see.
I love you, man.
And I loved Frankie.
And you know that.
Set him up? Fuck you. Butch.
How are we going to get in?
You know, he's gonna have
fucking security there.
Especially with everything
that's been going down.
I'll get us in.
The whole world is in a
big fucking hurry to die.
You know that? She
just wanted to feel good.
That's what this
has all been about.
You remember when we was kids,
and we used to play half ball
down the street over there?
We had so much fun, man.
We used to play for hours.
All we needed was
a half of a ball.
And a stick.
It's all over now.
Anyway.
I was thinking, maybe
I'll sell my car
and buy a horse and
listen to country.
Guess what?
That sounds pretty good.
Your vehicle is also
your companion.
Cars are just robots
we travel around in.
There's no heart in it.
No wonder everyone's
a fucking asshole.
Yeah, cars are fucked up.
Anyway.
So did you hear from these kids?
What are they going to do?
Nah, they're not going
to listen to me anymore.
They're going to do whatever
it is they're going to do.
Huh? You got it.
Mikey, listen to me.
This is the easy part.
Learning how the
fucking thing works
and all of that.
The hard part is when
you're looking at him
and he's looking back at you.
Can you pull the
fucking trigger?
Nice.
So what's he like?
Who?
Your dad.
He's a serious guy.
I don't want to
lose another son.
Do you think they're going to
let you walk away from it?
Spoiled the shit out
of my brother and me
when we were growing up.
You gotta have
something better.
You got to have a life.
Thought he was the
smartest guy in the world.
You're not
smart right now.
And it's worse for
me because I'm here
and I can't do
anything about it.
He got greedy.
But if I did do
something about it...
-Got cocky.
-it would be smart.
Got caught.
Turns out he wasn't
so smart after all.
I gotta finish this thing.
Oh shit guys,
I'm fucking scared.
Bro, you got it. Go in.
Mikey!
Frankie! For fucking Frankie!
Fuck these motherfuckers, man.
Fuck them Russians.
Bro, I'll go and I'll cap these
motherfuckers real quick.
Bing bang boom! All
of them. Fuck all--
Shut the fuck up, Butch!
It's gotta be me.
Shit! There's a fucking cop.
No. Don't worry. That's our cop.
What do you mean,
that's our fucking cop?
You need the
permission of the city
to have an event like this.
Sounds like a professional
sound system.
Are you serious?
Oh, shit, that's Charlie
the fucking cop.
You sneaky motherfucker, you!
Nice.
We got this. Mikey.
Come on, man.
Okay.
Just keep the car
fucking running.
So what's going on here?
I mean, we can't have
a New Year's party?
No, it's just that, uh...
You know what?
-Just, um, just turn it down.
-All right.
You can't have people
out front here loitering.
Hey! Everyone, inside.
How long does this
fucking take?
Eh, fuck it, one more.
Fuck!
Let's go! Petey, get
the fuck up man!
Get up!
Come on!
Come on, come on,
come on! Go, go, go!
Butch, what the fuck was that?
I had to make sure
we fucking got him!
We didn't fucking get him
and now we're fucked!
Dude, they knew we
were fucking coming.
No, they fucking didn't, Butch.
They didn't fucking do
shit. You fucked up!
The rat fucking Dommy!
He set us up!
I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker!
I had him dead
to fucking rights.
Mikey had him! What the
fuck were you thinking?
Getting out of the fucking car!
You guys would be dead
if I hadn't come in there!
Fucking dead! Who's
fucking dying here?
Who's fucking dying here?
Shut the fuck up, Mike.
I'm bleeding good here, guys.
Pete, you want some coke, Pete?
No, I don't want fucking coke!
That fucking helps!
It's like anesthesia!
Help me. We gotta get
you to the hospital.
No, no, no, no fucking hospital.
No fucking hospital.
Oh, fuck.
Cherry Hill, get across
the fucking bridge.
We're going over to those
fuckers in Cherry Hill.
-I know where I'm going!
-All right, then fucking go!
Chill the fuck out.
You're stressing me out.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
Really, Butch,
you're doing coke right now?
Who gives a fuck?
You want some? Come on.
What? No, I don't
want some fucking coke.
This was never about
fucking drugs, Mikey.
This is about fucking
respect. Fucking honor!
No, no. This has always
been about fucking drugs.
Your fucking brother
died from them.
Yeah, heroin. So the fuck what?
That's not my fucking story.
I'm not fucking weak like him.
I don't fuck with that shit.
You do percs, right?
You do percs?
Fuck you!
Hey, I could us a couple
of percs right about now.
Same fucking thing, you're
a fucking hypocrite.
You know what, if you
weren't so jacked up,
you wouldn't have come in there
and ruined the whole thing.
I came in there to make sure
the fucking job got done right
in case you fucking
choked, again!
No, you fucked up
and now we're fucked!
It doesn't fucking
matter, all right?
Once Bobby's gone,
there's gonna be another fucking
scumbag to take his place.
You watch.
He's going to get capped.
-Guys like him,
-He's bleeding out over here!
somebody's going to
kill him soon, okay?
It's probably gonna be
one of those fuckers
that's sitting right
next to him.
Mikey. Karma's after him.
He's fucking right.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
We got to get this
motherfucker, man.
No, Butch, you go and you
get him, snort another line.
Go shoot up the whole
fucking neighborhood.
You do whatever
you want. I'm out.
All right. You're just gonna
let this fucking crumb win?
The only way he wins is if
we go back on him again.
You're gonna let this
motherfucker get away?
We gotta go get
this motherfucker.
I'm getting away.
I'm done. I'm out.
There you go, Mikey.
Good for you.
What do you mean,
good for him, Pete?
And where the fuck are
you gonna go, huh?
Where the fuck is he going?
He's just gonna fucking
leave us here, Pete?
-Oh, fuck!
-Come here, come here.
Oh, this is fucking
bad. I was wrong.
Get me the fuck out of here.
-Here, take me to the V.A..
-Okay, let's go.
Take me to the V.A.!
All right, let me just...
All right, all right.
Butch, what the fuck
are you doing?
Let's go, I'm fucking
bleeding out here!
This is just, like,
100 bucks right here.
I don't give a fuck! Let's go!
Come on, come on, come on.
You're right. Let's go.
-Fuck!
-Come on, come on.
It's a beautiful winter morning
here on South Broad Street.
It's Wednesday, January 1st,
which means it's New Year's Day.
And New Year's Day in
Philadelphia means one thing.
Mummers.
What are Mummers?
They are the working
class men and women
who, for this one day every
year, decide to dress up
like psychedelic clowns,
march up and down
the streets of the city singing,
dancing and drinking alcohol.
2020 is going to
be a great year.
Who the fuck is this?
I know it's you because I bought
you that jacket! This is my man!
Are you kidding me?
Get the fuck out of here!
Get the fuck out of here!
-Hey, Jimmy!
-Yo!
Yo, Happy New Year's!
-Hey my guys!
-Dino, what's going on?
How you doing?
Happy New Year, brother.
-I'm doing good.
-How you doing?
It's been a while.
How you doing?
Yeah. I'm good, I'm good.
Is that Nicky?
Yeah, we met a couple times.
I'm Vinny Lemon's brother.
I know, I remember you.
-You live in Florida, right?
-Yeah, I'm down in Boca.
Nicky's in Orlando and Tony,
he's in South Beach.
Miami, baby.
How's Miami? How do you like it?
I don't know,
it's always hot and sticky
and my tits are always sweating.
There's fucking lizards
everywhere, I tell you.
I feel like I'm in that TV
show, Land of the Lost?
I don't know, it's
fucking great, though.
Let me buy you guys a drink.
As a matter of fact, I've got
something real special saved up.
Little New Year's present?
Some very special red.
So, what are you guys, uh...
just all here for the
holidays or what?
Yeah, we're bouncing
around from bar to bar
in the neighborhood, and
we figured we'd come by
and say hello to
you fucking guys.
It's New year's, have a drink,
see how everybody's been.
You know, Mario,
I heard about what
happened to your daughter.
I mean, you have my condolences.
It's a fucking travesty
what's happening
out there right now.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Hey Philly, man, I mean,
we got the number one
opioid death rate in
the fricking country.
At least Philly's number one
at something again, right?
Yo, anybody see Mikey V?
I know he used to come
around here sometimes.
Let me tell you. Anybody
got Mikey's number?
You want to give him a call?
I heard his brother passed away.
No, no. He was, he was murdered.
Some dealer.
Bobby Boss or
something like that.
Real motherfucker.
We gonna do
something about this?
- It's too late.
- What?
It's too late to go get him
because somebody
already got him.
Like one of his own boys
got him, like dirty pizza.
Who is he?
Hey, buddy.
How you doing?
I'm all right.
I don't think I know you.
I don't think you need to.
What's with the hostility?
You know, I used to be
from this neighborhood.
And I know that
you young people,
you don't have any concept
of the word respect,
but we used to show that to
people who were older than us
Who's your father?
Nicky, you gotta
forgive him, man.
He don't mean anything.
No, he means something.
If you're looking for Mikey,
he left last night.
Thank you.
Oh.
Well, Mikey's,
Mikey said he's a
few blocks away.
I guess he didn't go at all.
Well, what do you know?
Is everything okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Once this kid gets here, we're
gonna straighten everything out.
Straighten out? Is
there anything I can do?
-Oh, no, no.
-Relax, okay?
You got nothing to worry about.
Nothing's going to happen.
Yo, Cuz, who the fuck
are you texting?
Put that motherfucker down now!
-Nobody!
-Give me that motherfucker.
Yo, I want you guys to check
these motherfuckers, now!
Give me this fucking thing.
Oh, what's with
all the guns, fellas?
Mario, they're gonna fucking
kill him if he comes here.
Get your fucking hands up!
I ain't playing with you.
You know what? Get all the
phones. Get all the weapons.
Let's get control
of this place, okay?
Nobody's fucking
texting anything.
Johnny D'Angelo.
What's that?
My father.
His name is Johnny D'Angelo.
Johnny D'Angelo?
Doesn't ring a bell.
Must have been a nobody.
Like you.
Is that the kid?
Let me check.
Don't you fucking move!
Would you like to
buy some candy?
Jesus fuck!
Don't shoot! Please!
What the fuck are
you guys doing?
Are you fucking crazy?
You know
who the fuck we are?
You can't die--
Here. Good job, Smoothie.
Yo!
Keep your mouth shut.
I didn't see a thing.
Look!
I have no allegiance with
those guys. You hear me?
Wait, hold the fuck up.
You guys planned this
whole fucking thing.
And you didn't even tell me?
You got too unhinged Butch.
We had to do it this way.
Holy shit.
I'm not mad at you guys.
I just, I get it.
I went a little fucking
crazy, but we fucking won.
Mikey, we fucking won, bro.
We ain't out of the woods yet.
We got to clean up this mess.
Yeah. Come on, get
their fucking phones.
Yeah! Help me out, help
me out. Get me out of this.
Mikey, you know you're
a fucking legend now?
Well, I appreciate
you saying that, Butch,
but, uh, I was out of town.
Hey, it's me.
I'm out front.
-Hey.
-What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You want to go somewhere?
We can go anywhere you want.
I already got my bags packed.
Salute!
Can I have one of
those cupcakes?
Of course, honey.
-Bye!
-Bye.
My father was wrong.
Doesn't matter who wins.
What matters is who we are.
What matters is what we do.
What we stand for and what we
impart on the next generation.
Because they will take what
we give them and run with it.
It's about leaving
something good in the world
before we pass
on to the next one.
It's about making the people
we love feel like winners.
It's about keeping
the promises we make
and showing up for the
people we care about.
Being a good guy
is what matters.
That's what Jesus was.
Now I'm not suggesting
we do what Jesus did.
Just be a good person.
Don't be a dirtball.
And not for nothing,
but if you absolutely
have to do something,
you know wrong,
that a bad guy would do,
no matter what it is,
do yourself a favor.
Don't get caught.
My father used
to say it don't matter
if you're a good
guy or a bad guy.
All that matters is who wins.
Unfortunately, you
can't always win.
This... This is a
story about losing.
All right, so once again,
you open up the phone,
you press the button,
Eh?
And you get all these
different kinds of apps.
So what do you mean
they're in the phone?
Don't you buy them?
Where do we buy these from?
The apps? You buy
them in the App Store.
In the App Store?
Where's the App Store at?
It's in the phone.
-The phone? I'm confused.
-Me too.
What the fuck you talking about?
How do you buy them?
With a credit card?
No, baby, no, I swear.
Look, I need you.
You're a liar.
Look, I know I was wrong.
I'm a fucking idiot sometimes.
We've been here before.
You're just gonna try harder
not to get caught next time.
Look, you remember
when we met, huh?
Down by the shore. Gateway 26.
You were the hottest
fucking broad
on the whole fucking boardwalk.
- I saw you walk by and I was--
All right, here we are.
A little hydration.
-Just give us a few minutes?
-Oh, sure thing.
I would like some water.
Thank you.
Hey yo, Tree Man,
can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah. What do you want?
I can't sell this shit.
Nobody wants this.
What the fuck are you doing? Put
that shit away out here, man.
What the fuck is this shit?
Yeah, it's fucking Mexican bunk
weed. No one will smoke that.
Give me my money back.
Can I see
your ID, please?
Why I gotta show you ID?
Marcus, just chill.
No, man, this is
some racist bullshit.
See, now, he just said Marcus,
and this says Tommy.
That's why I asked
to see ID, sir.
You know what? Fuck
this racist bullshit.
Listen, man, do we
have a problem here?
Yeah, we got a fucking problem.
I can't believe what
you're fucking doing to me.
You. You did this, not me.
Thinking about any appetizers?
Can we have a few
fucking minutes?
This bitch is fucking with
me because I'm black!
See, it's got nothing
to do with your race.
Fuck that. He's trying to pull
a credit card scam on me.
Fucking this guy? You're fucking
a guy named fucking Garrett?
-We're together! I don't
just fuck people like you!
-You're together?
Oh, really? I just
got blowed a few times.
-Can I get--
-Shut up!
Jesus Christ!
Yo, I thought that security
guard was about to shit.
That was fucking amazing.
Yo, when you pointed
at the camera and shit?
I'm telling y'all.
I'm like a method actor.
I'm like Robert De
Negro or somebody.
"I know my rights, bitches."
What's their purpose?
What do they do?
They got traffic, games.
Oh, so it's like the news.
How do we get our hands on it?
-You gotta make one.
-We got to make apps?
How the fuck are we
gonna make apps?
You're always on the computer
and your fucking phone
with them jerkoffs
across the street.
Tell 'em to make us
some fucking apps.
Okay, I'll do what I can.
All right, I'll look into it.
It's a very strong bottle.
Look, dude, I'm sorry bro.
I really don't know
why I did that.
Sorry? Fuck you, asshole!
Oh my God!
Baby, I love you.
I love you so much.
You just stay the fuck away from
me 'cause you're fucking crazy!
220. Man, you told me 220,
'cause next time you're gonna
get the best shit around.
All right. Fuck. Here, take it.
-Yeah.
-Merry Christmas.
Yeah. Merry Christmas
to you, too. Thank you.
Stick to these trees.
You're better at selling them.
Fucking prick.
Not bad for one hour's work.
Yeah, all right. Are we done?
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have
to get back to your girlfriend?
-Huh?
-Yeah.
Mike, I'm not even going
to go see her tonight,
so get off my ass, all right?
-You're not seeing her tonight?
-No.
Oh my God, miracle of miracles,
-I swear.
-Yeah. Mikey.
What's the matter?
You don't like hanging out
with me no more, huh?
No, I just don't enjoy
stealing. That's the thing.
I'm sorry, I forgot
you're a saint.
Yeah, well, there's better
ways to make money, pal.
Like what?
Well, you could
do what I'm doing.
I'm singing. I'm
going to try out
for American Idol soon.
I've got some things lined up.
I, I don't want to make
fun of you right now,
but I feel like you just, like,
gave it to me right there.
-American Idol?
-Yeah, Mike.
You're going to try out
for American Idol?
-Yeah.
-The only experience you have
is getting drunk at karaoke
and singing love songs to Butch.
Fuck you. Go steal it.
No, I'm serious. Go ahead,
sing me something.
I'll give you $20 right now
if you sing me something.
No.
-Go ahead.
-No!
Fly me to the moon
Fly me to the moon
There we go, there we go.
Is that enough for you?
That was pretty good.
Uh, it's a no from me, dawg.
Be a jerk.
Hey, buddy! Ain't the most.
But it's something.
Hey Mario, can I get a Pabst?
Get the fuck out of here!
They're playing
like bums tonight.
Used to be champions.
Just over nine minutes
to go in the quarter
and they need
to score on this drive.
Granddad and Coke for Dino.
That's all he drinks.
Always keep the glass filled.
Oh, Mario!
Where's Nicole?
Ah, girls' night.
Oh, girls' night!
That's why you're not
seeing her tonight.
You're not allowed.
Go fuck your mama, all right?
Hey, fuck your mother.
Hey, just leave him alone,
Mikey, huh?
Fucking asshole!
I got that tank for you.
Great. I'll text
you the address.
Hey, how ya doin',
Mar? Who's she?
-Who are you?
-Kelly.
I fired Sean. He's a bum.
Hey, Mario. I could
bartend, you know?
I mean, if you need anyone to
cover any shifts, I can do it.
I don't need another ugly face
behind the bar. I'm enough.
Can I get an IPA?
Oh, you're drinking
that craft beer shit now?
What are you, some
kind of hipster?
Go fuck yourself, Butch.
Pete, how are you doing?
Not great.
I guess that means
you don't have my money?
Friday I got you, I swear!
Yo.
Kentucky's 11.
You want the points?
-$2.
-Yeah.
Taking Farleigh?
Okay, you got it, brother.
Yeah. Hold...
-Thanks, Dino. I appreciate it.
-No problem.
And you're right, that game?
Tremendous. The cowboy game.
-Oh, that Red Dead Redemption 2?
-Oh my God.
Kelly?
I must say, I find you
very visually pleasing.
Is that an okay
thing to say today?
I don't know.
Let me give you my number.
And if you ever need
any handiwork done,
I'm your guy.
I have a very
large array of tools.
Okay. Butch. Hey, hey.
How's the wife and kids?
Heh. Yeah.
Great, yeah.
They're still there.
How's your mother doing?
You still live with her,
right, in the same house?
Yes, I do. So
what's the score here?
17-3.
-Birds?
-No.
I bet you 20 bucks
they don't score another
point the entire game.
And you call yourself
a Philadelphian?
You know what you're on, Cuz.
Yo, Mario!
What the hell you doing
closing so early?
It's only 12:00!
Cuz it's my bar
and I feel like closing.
How do you always win?
Because I'm a natural-born
winner, Dino.
I bet with my head,
not with my heart.
You're a lucky fucking asshole.
Right. Thank you so much.
You know, Kelly,
I was thinking about it.
Honestly, there's,
it's late, it's dark.
There's a lot of
creepy guys out there.
Predators, really.
Would you like a ride home?
Yeah...
Um, I'm good though.
I walk home alone a lot.
Okay.
Is that a no? Next time.
Get your hand off me!
You fuckin' jagoff!
Listen, I'm gonna
go grab a cheesesteak.
Who's comin with me?
Fuck that,
I'm cheesesteaked out.
Whatever, brother.
I'm out.
Take it easy, homeboys.
Yeah, so I'm gonna go.
Good night everyone.
Get home safe.
Night, Kelly.
You live in that direction.
Walk her home.
Love you!
Hey, uh, Kelly!
Oh, fuck this. I
don't want to go home.
Chinatown?
You read my mind. Pete, come on.
I can't, I'm broke.
All right, come on, I got you.
I can't pass up an egg roll.
Hey, if you don't mind,
I will walk you home.
You don't need to
walk me home, dude.
Dude?
Yeah, everyone's a dude.
I'm a dude. You're a dude.
She's a dude, 'cause
we're all dudes, hey!
That's cute.
I take it you're
not from Philly.
I mean, I'm not really
from anywhere anymore, so...
You like talking like that?
All cryptic?
Less is more.
Ah marone! I'm gonna go
dizzy talking to you.
You're a sad man.
Yeah.
Try to hide it with
that tough guy act
I see right through you.
Sad, longing to be held.
Fuck outta here!
Shots? Shots on me.
Chasing shots.
Everything okay?
Yeah. It's just
my little brother.
What's going on with this kid?
I don't know, him.
I gotta go deal with this.
All right. See
you around, Mikey.
Thanks.
I'll see you, dude.
Catch you later.
What's up, Frank?
Hey, Mike.
So you just been staring
at her through the window
for the last 30 minutes?
She's supposed to be having
a fucking girls' night.
Oh, she's having
a girls night, Cuz.
So, uh, what do I do?
I don't know, Frank.
What's going on in there,
it's crazy disrespectful.
What's up, man?
Hey, baby. What's up?
Nothing much. Just
grabbing a cheesesteak.
Where are your girlfriends at?
They were here. I mean...
Um.. I don't know.
All right. Listen, anyway.
I just saw you pop
one of those pills.
I thought you said you were
taking a break from that shit
for a while.
Yeah, Oxys! I just
took a Klonopin.
It's fine. It's whatever.
Well...
Who's that?
That guy? That's Brillo.
You know Brillo.
He's in that punk
band, The Rash.
Nicole, I don't know, Brillo.
I don't want to know Brillo.
You're mad that I'm playing pool
with a rando, really?
You know, jealousy's
not cute, right?
I'm not being jealous!
You're my girl, right?
Right!
Right? Well then, what the fuck?
Plus, he's gross.
So I need to know.
But, you know, if you,
if you keep acting like
this, then I don't know.
Acting like what, Nicole?
If you keep acting like this,
I don't know about us.
Is that a threat?
No, just forget about it.
I was just saying.
Saying what?
Fuck her, man!
What happened?
Come on, dude, you saw her
in there with that fucking guy.
-What are you doing?
-Done.
Broke up with her.
This time it's over.
-What? Why?
-What do you mean, why?
You seen her in there
with that fucking guy, man.
Her girlfriends,
her fucking girlfriends,
weren't even there!
So wait, let me get this right.
You broke up with her
because she was flirting?
Man, that's what
girls do. They flirt.
That's how they feel alive.
It's not even that, man.
She's just, she's
no good, you know?
I mean, she
doesn't answer her phone.
She never gets back to me.
She disappears.
I don't need
the aggravation, Mike.
Yeah, well, I got news for you.
That's what happens
when they're hot, brother.
-Shit.
-You gotta put up with that.
You gotta stay
strong, all right?
Yeah. Fuck it, man.
Hey, look, you're gonna regret
this in a couple of hours.
-You know what I mean?
-Come on.
-Seriously! Look, you feel that?
-What?
-That freezing cold right there?
-Fuck you, man.
-You feel that?
Who you gonna snuggle with?
-You're such a jerkoff!
-Who you gonna snuggle with?
-I got you!
-I got you!
-You gonna jump me?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You call her tomorrow, okay?
And you put on that sorry
voice. Let me hear it.
-Let me hear that sorry voice.
-I'm sorry, baby.
Baby, I'm sorry!
-I'm so sorry.
-Right?
What the fuck? Michelle?
It is over, and it is clear...
The American Constitution...
The question is
whether all Americans will be
afforded equal rights
and equal opportunities.
Michelle?
Joey? Michelle?
Come on in here!
I'll fucking shoot you.
Play! Fucking play! Play!
Answer the fucking phone!
Play! Fuck!
Took the fucking TV!
Where's Joey?
Where's the fucking kids?
Answer your fucking phone!
A young woman,
identified as 19-year-old
Nicolette Mascino, from the
South Philadelphia area,
was found dead
early this winter morning
in a vacant lot
in the 3200 block...
I knew she was hiding
something from me Mikey.
I fucking knew it.
Michelle fucking left me!
-Butch...
-Can you believe this shit?
-She took my fucking TV!
-Butch!
She took the
fucking kids, everything.
-I thought I got fucking robbed.
-Butch!
-What?
-Nicole's dead.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
Nicole's... little Nicole?
Your Nicole, Mario?
It's true, dude.
How?
She OD'd.
What the fuck? Where?
They found her
in a lot in North Philly.
Jesus Christ.
Fuck! Mario, I'm so
fucking sorry, man.
If you need anything,
anything at all,
let me fucking know, man.
You know, I knew
she drank and whatever.
Go to raves, do ecstasy.
Whatever. But this?
This?
This ain't her, man!
Something...
Something's off.
It's that fentanyl shit,
I'm telling you.
It comes from China.
Oh, I heard that.
What comes from China?
The fentanyl.
I want to know where she got it.
Frankie?
Fuck you know about it?
Don't you fucking dare
try to put this on me. Mario.
Excuse me, would you all
like to buy some candy?
Smoothie!
It's Smoovie.
I thought I told you you're not
allowed in here till you're 21.
What are you selling
candy bars for now. Smoov?
This is my basketball team,
so we get uniforms.
I don't give a fuck
what it is. Get out!
Wow.
Should have moved to Jersey.
They got dope in Jersey. Mario.
Yo.
Yeah.
Really? Yeah. Bye.
That was Charlie the cop.
He said she died somewhere else,
and her body was
dumped in that lot.
It's under investigation.
Okay...
so who was she with last night?
Brillo.
Fucking piece of shit's
name is Brillo.
Who the fuck is Brillo?
Punk rock motherfucker.
Fucking asshole.
Who do you know
deals around here?
You know, like the
hipster guys at the bar?
Where do they get their stuff?
Oh, the biker gang?
No, they're into meth.
I'm talking about heroin.
Who sells heroin?
My friends really want to do
something about it, okay?
It ain't right.
Hey, Manny. These
guys need some help.
What's up?
You see this girl?
She was here last night.
Oh, yeah, I saw her.
She was with Jade.
Check it out.
Here's her Instagram.
Oh, wow. She's fucking hot.
Yeah. Thanks.
What about this
guy named Brillo?
Have you seen him around?
You know where I can find him?
Ask Dommy Rocks.
He's out there every night.
He knows all those places.
Hold up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. That's good.
You got to back it
up a little bit.
Yeah. Here you go.
A little more, little more.
Whoa, that's good.
How are you guys doing?
Yeah, yeah. Like, I like to
keep an eye on people's cars.
Especially from, you're
from out of town, right?
You don't want to mess
with the Parking Authority, PPA.
You know what it stands for?
Prepare to be poked in the ass.
So, listen, just real quick.
I know you're in a rush.
I got laid off last week.
It's real embarrassing.
Got laid off right
before the holidays,
and I'm just trying
to put together
a little dinner
for the kids, you know?
If maybe you could spare,
like, $5, that'd be great.
All I have is $20.
Oh my God. That would
help me a lot, man.
Thank you so much!
Man, I appreciate it.
Listen, make sure you get
some steaks over there.
Man, God bless.
Happy holidays. Yeah.
Or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa,
whatever you celebrate, yeah.
20 bucks!
Let me get a cigarette.
Menthols? Dude, you really got
a death wish. Got a light?
You know, I think you make more
money than me doing nothing.
Doing nothing?
I'm not doing nothing.
I'm working here, man.
What are you doing?
Just standing there like a tree.
Yeah, well I actually
have a kid.
I got a kid.
-You do?
-Yeah, you didn't know that?
His mother took him
up to Vermont, you know?
I'm trying to get a fucking,
trying to get a
fucking bus ticket now
to get up there to see him, man.
-I've just been down on my luck.
-Are you serious?
Maybe you can spare
five bucks or something,
-so I can go...
-Oh fuck you, man.
Oh, man!
Fucking get out of here.
I think you were gonna
reach for it. I almost had you.
-I wasn't giving you shit.
-I'm cold, man.
Stand next to the fire, Dom.
What are you doing later today?
Who are you going to be with?
-You gonna have dinner?
-By myself.
-Oh, well.
-Oh, it's Rocks.
Where can we find
this Brillo character?
Brillo?
I don't know. I don't know
any fucker named Brillo.
But I do know I'm going to smoke
one of your cigarettes.
- He's in a punk rock band.
- Dude, think!
What are you riding me for?
I didn't do anything wrong, man.
I don't know anybody
named Brillo.
Fuck that shit.
Hey, hey, look.
I will give you
an entire package
of cigarettes
if you help us, okay?
-I want to help!
-All right.
You want one?
Do I look like I want a
fucking Christmas tree, Pete?
Why has he got to be
such a dick about it?
Butch, I honestly don't know
anybody named Brillo.
But I'll ask around.
You don't have to be
like a piece of shit about it.
Yeah, he'll ask around,
and you'll give him
a whole pack of cigs.
Thank you. Do you have a light?
Look, look, look!
That's it. There he is.
Yo, you were
with Nicole last night?
What the fuck are
you guys doing?
-Whoa, what the fuck?
-You killed her!
What? She's dead? What happened?
Don't play stupid.
She was with you!
Oh, yo, just for a second.
And we were at a house together,
and then I left, I swear.
House?
Sounds like a bunch
of bullshit to me!
What house? In Kensington?
A dope house?
No, no, no, no, it was some
fucking house party
in South Philly.
Whose fucking house?
I told you, step the fuck back!
I don't know. I was
really fucking drunk.
- Ow!
- Mario...
Let's go, now. Mario, come on!
We gotta go. Get
in the fucking car, we gotta go!
Fuck outta here!
Shut the fuck up! Go!
If you
haven't gotten a chance
to do any Christmas shopping
this year yet, fear not.
Just ask yourself,
what would you say?
Mikey! Stop stealing.
No way. It's a
golden age of shoplifting.
They don't even try
to stop us anymore.
They can't afford the lawsuit.
God forbid someone gets hurt.
You know what? You're a jerkoff.
How's Frankie?
He's a mess. I had
to give him a Xanax.
Great. More drugs.
Oh, Mikey, I caught
another mouse today.
You got to go get it for me.
Just throw it away!
I gotta put him out of his
misery, Ma, it's a sin.
Okay.
There you go, little bud.
All right, you little bastard.
Stay out of our kitchen, okay?
There you go. Right there.
There you go.
Ugh!
Mikey, I'm coming with you.
No, just stay here, Frank.
We'll be back in a minute.
This is so fucked up.
She was fine when...
Why does this keep happening?
This is so fucked up.
Jade, anything you tell us
right now is helping Nicole.
Okay? Think about it like that.
Well, we were drinking here.
She was upset
because her boyfriend
broke up with her.
-We started partying...
-Doing drugs?
Did you guys go
somewhere after that?
Where?
Whose house?
Where?!
Bobby's.
Bobby?
Who's he?
You don't know Bobby?
No.
Is he here?
Yeah.
Point him out.
He's the guy in the
red leather jacket
at the end of the bar.
I'm all out.
What the fuck are you
talking to me for?
-I just thought...
-No, you're not thinking.
You're not thinking anything.
'Cause I told you a
million times, you're out.
Please, don't tell him
that I said anything!
Talk to Roger.
Fucking explained
this all last week.
No one's supposed
to fucking talk to me.
Hey, what's up buddy?
What's up, man?
So, listen.
A friend of ours
died last night,
and we heard that she
was at your place last,
so we're just trying
to figure some stuff out.
Do you recognize her?
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You don't want to go
in there right now.
The Guineas are asking
all kinds of questions, bro.
Dude, you got to get
out of here, man.
Yo, yo, yo, hold up, hold up.
Yo, I think I know
what the fuck happened
to that girl the other day.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
It's fucking terrible,
you guys. I'm sorry.
-Thanks.
-Yeah, she was...
Yeah, she looked...
She looked upset, and
she was texting somebody.
Then what?
I knew she was too
fucked up, right?
And I tried to get her to leave
in a car with me, but,
like, she wouldn't listen.
She's got in a car
with a couple guys.
Next thing I know, I see her
and Bobby going upstairs, right?
-Look at this shit.
-What the fuck?
A couple guys?
What'd they look like?
Two black guys.
-What the fuck?
-Look, right?
Shit, you gotta delete that.
No, no, no. Look, I know
it was Bobby that gave her
- the fucking drugs that killed her, dude.
- -Dude, shut up.
Fucking dope dealers
from Kensington.
You know, it was them that
dumped her fucking body.
Dude, just stop talking! Shut
your fucking mouth, okay?
If Bobby sees that,
he's fucking crazy,
he'll fucking kill you.
-No, you're right, you're right.
-So fucking get rid of it!
This is really
fucked up, you guys.
Let me get you a drink.
No, no. We're good.
Let me get three Rom Bombs.
Even though I
didn't do nothing wrong,
-I fucked up.
-And? And what?
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here. Thanks.
Like a newer type of car?
-It was like, you know...
-A green Subaru?
Yo, guys! I just
heard something outside.
-Mikey, shut up!
-I just heard something outside.
-Stay in the car.
-This is Frankie, her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend?
Hey, listen. I'm sorry.
Who are you?
I'm Bobby.
-You're Bobby?
-Yeah.
So she was at your house, right?
-Right.
-Motherfucker!
Frank!
What the fuck did you do to her?
Fuck did you do to her?
So that guy decided not
to press charges on you
because he feels bad for you.
He feels bad for me?
Charlie, they killed Nicole.
Hey, whoa. We don't know that.
But I promise you, we're going
to look into it, all right?
You promise me? You promise me?
I could tell you
where to go right now.
The guy's name is Brillo.
He has a video on his phone
of Nicole at the house the
last time anybody seen her.
Okay. Brillo.
Do either of you
know his real name?
No, but I can tell you
what he looks like.
Tattoos, braids.
He hangs at that fucking
punk bar. Go get him!
We'll find out.
He could be in the system.
Send me a picture.
And you're gonna fucking let
him get away with it Charlie?
All right, Frank.
All right. Walk!
-Fuck you Mike!
-Walk!
Shut up!
The fuck
was that, Frank?
Mike, they dumped her body.
What was I supposed to do?
Yeah, but you shouldn't have
fucking done that, bro.
That wasn't fucking smart.
Yeah, Mike.
You want to know
something funny?
She was fucking pregnant, Mike.
What?
I didn't get the text, till
this morning, when I woke up.
She sent me a picture
of a pregnancy test.
Fucking blue line,
man. Second picture.
Well, maybe this is just a
picture of a pregnancy test.
Maybe she sent it
to bust your balls.
Busting my balls? Mike,
look at the fucking picture.
It's her purple fingernails.
Her room in the background.
You mean to tell me she's
going to bust my balls?
Look at the fucking test, Mike.
I was going to be a
fucking father, man.
You were going to be an uncle.
Yeah. I don't know
about all that.
Fuck you mean you don't
know about all that?
You know.
No, I don't know,
Mike. So tell me.
No, never mind.
No, Mike, tell me. What the
fuck were you going to say?
-Say it!
-She was a very
friendly girl, Frank.
Friendly with a lot of guys.
Everyone knew that.
You knew that.
Fuck you. How's that, Mike?
-Fuck you.
-Frank!
When she was with
you, she hit me up.
I had to block her, bro.
So you were talking to my
girl then, that's right?
-I wasn't talking to her.
-You talking to my fucking girl?
Come on Frank,
I wasn't talking to her!
Fucking my girl. Mike?
-Take a walk.
-Take a walk?
-You want me to take a walk?
-Take a walk.
- You take a fucking walk!
- Take a walk!
Fuck!
Fuck you!
I didn't mean to do
that, Frank. I'm sorry.
Stay the fuck away from me.
Fuck!
No!
Hey, 'sup, Bobby?
What's up?
You know some piranhas
are vegetarians?
I uh, I did not know that.
Yeah, and some
bark like a dog, too.
All right, cool. So
we're good? Yeah?
Some of them are cannibals too.
Eat their whole family.
Whatever you got to
do to survive, right?
-It's done.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-All right.
Check it out.
Hold it up a little bit.
-Shit!
-It's awesome, right?
That is fucking
great! Thank you.
Oh, wow.
All right. And this is
all you right there.
Thank you. Bye.
Cool. All right, so I will
catch you later, my dude.
All right, and...
Yo, um, what's up with
this? Is this, uh...
Could I maybe grab
one of these lines?
Yeah, that's my special stash.
Okay, well, I mean, what's up?
May I...
Yeah, yeah. Go, go for it.
Oh, cool. All right.
All right.
Go!
You just went for it, huh?
It's fucking grimy, man.
Ugh!
No, what was that?
Dunno.
It could be coke.
-Could be meth.
-Ugh...
Could be pure fentanyl.
Fucking good shit, bro.
No, see, I...
I thought that was coke.
That's not cool, man.
Yeah, it's not cool.
I was fat lying too.
You are greedy.
I don't, I don't feel so good.
Yeah, well
you shouldn't.
I don't know how you could
do that to yourself.
You want more?
No, no, no, I'm...
I'm, I'm straight man.
-Yeah, you're straight.
-I'm...
You're... pulling my leg.
I'm, I'm... okay.
They call
him Bobby Boss.
It's a jerked-off
name if you ask me.
Bobby Boss? Fucking asshole.
Does he sell dope?
No, he's the coke guy.
Asshole.
Hey Kelly, how you doing?
Hey Dino. Mario.
Hey, how you doing, Dom?
Yeah, I'm doing great, man.
Actually, I just
got out of rehab.
-18 days.
-Good for you.
Thanks.
Hey, Dom. Good to see you.
Yeah. Good to see you, too.
Take a piss.
The fucking motherfucker.
Whoa! I didn't pinch
anything. I told you.
I just got out of
rehab, 15 days.
The old Dommy would have
pinched. Not the new Dommy.
You think I'm fucking stupid?
You're drinking a fucking beer.
I don't have a problem with
fucking beer, all right?
You're saying you
don't want a bump?
-Huh?
-Oh, fuck.
Don't use the same fucking key!
I don't know where you been!
Ow! Well, fuck you, man.
What kind of fucking shady
rehab center did you fucking go?
Huh? Rehab?
You said you went to rehab.
Oh.
I mean, it wasn't rehab, per se.
-I was staying with this girl.
-I'm not taking that!
She was a prostitute.
She cut my hair.
She cuts hair, too.
She was a prostitute, and
she let me stay with her.
We ran out of drugs,
ran out of money.
So I kind of was
forced to, kind of.
But it was the same
thing as rehab.
I wasn't doing drugs. I
wasn't staying, she was...
She made me go down on her
the whole time I was there.
That's what I had to
do because she had
an abnormally large clit
and guys didn't like
going down on her.
It was so, it looked like a
dick, to be honest with you.
So I was sucking her
dick the whole time.
-Can I ask you something?
-Yeah.
Why are you the
way you are, huh?
I'm special.
My mama always said that.
You meant that in a
good way, didn't you?
Shut up. Just shut up.
Yo, Butchie. Look at this.
I found that guy Bobby
Boss's Instagram pages now.
No, he's clearly a homosexual.
The punk? The punk?
Punk rock kids,
the hipster kids,
whatever the fuck they are.
They're scared of him.
I don't know. I could
squash him, you know?
Wait a second. He's
a fucking Mummer?
Who the fuck is this guy?
Mikey, you're a Mummer.
Not anymore. I'm retired.
You retired?
But Mikey Ventriello
is not marching
in the New Year's
parade this year.
But Bobbyboss514 is a Mummer?
What the fuck is going on?
Whoa! That's Johnny Bombs.
Who?
You tell him, Mike.
He's our fucking cousin.
He's connected.
Yo, Cuz. I'm going. See
you clowns later. Ha!
Dirty fuck.
Fuck it. I say we
fucking bury him.
Yeah, you know what, Butchie?
I say we kill the
motherfucker, too.
All right, all right. Stop.
What are you guys talking about?
No one's killing anyone.
All right. Frank.
It was a tragic thing, it was.
But it's over. Let it go.
Mikey's right.
Nobody's killing nobody.
Mario, not for nothing.
This is our fucking
neighborhood.
And that's your daughter
laying on a slab.
All right, all
right. Thank you Frank.
He's cut off. He's done.
We should at least
rob this fucking guy.
Take all his fucking shit.
Butch, I'm not a stickup man.
I'm more of a sneaky snake type.
Yeah, you're just
like fucking Bobby.
You oughta know how to
out-sneak the fucking snake.
-I'm not anything
fucking like him.
-Touch me, prick.
Yeah. You think you're
nothing like Bobby.
Well, we got to do something.
Why do we have to do
fucking anything?
Because we're men, Mike.
This is what men do.
Men fight. We fight
to the fucking death.
At least we fucking
used to. Not today.
I don't know about today.
Because today...
-Am I right?
-Fucking right.
Pete says I'm right,
so I'm fucking right.
The new breed of men, huh?
The guys today, you know,
they're a little...
I don't
really want to say it
because I don't want
to offend Kelly.
Hi, Kelly, I miss you.
Hmm?
You're religious?
No. Just a fan of Jesus.
Oh, yeah. Why is that?
Are you kidding me?
Jesus is the fucking man.
He was and is still the greatest
magician that ever lived.
Magician?
Yeah. I got really into magic
when I was a kid, so...
Like Harry Potter?
No, talking about real magic
like David Copperfield.
-Oh, okay.
-Harry Houdini.
Like real magic, which is fake.
Exactly.
Anyway, Jesus was just
like those guys, right?
Did all these tricks
as his miracles.
So Jesus was a liar?
Well, no. Not exactly.
I mean, he did these things
so that people would
really hear his message.
And it worked.
They started a religion
because of his magic.
Hmm, too bad they hung him
up on that cross, though.
Oh, no, no, no.
See, that's what everyone
wants you to think, right?
But I think that was
his last illusion, right?
Dying on the cross.
Followed by the
Resurrection, of course.
And if he hadn't pulled off
those last two illusions,
we wouldn't know his name today.
So you're saying
the Resurrection as
well as the crucifixion
is a magic trick?
I'm gonna blow
your fucking mind.
Cruci-Fiction.
Fair enough.
Wait, so let
me get this straight.
What you're saying is that
the Romans didn't actually
hammer them nails
through them hands?
Or he did do it, like
that David Blaine guy?
Fuck David Blaine.
Hey, how about that
Mary Magdalene, though?
Tell me Jesus wasn't
pimping her out.
There it is.
Yeah, I'm not wrong.
You want to see
something? Come here.
Hey, Mario, you got cards?
Just think of a card?
Any card.
I got one.
Now put your finger on any card.
Hold it down.
-That one right there?
-This one right here.
What's your card?
Tell you my card?
Tell me your card.
King of spades.
How did,
how did you do that?
How did you do that?
You're pretty good at
that magic shit, kid.
Yeah. Did you ever
think about becoming
a professional magician?
You get, like, a show in Vegas.
Oh, man, I wished, you know?
Best thing I could do around
here is probably pick up,
like, a job at a
kid's birthday party
as a magic clown or something.
Whoa, if it pays the bills
and makes you happy,
fuck it, why not?
You think I would make
an amusing clown, Dino?
-Absolutely, yeah.
-Yeah?
Is this your card?
I can't see that close.
Yo, guys.
What the fuck happened to him?
Hey, bros, you do me
a favor and pick him up,
take him out of here
for me, please.
Snap the fuck out of it!
Pick him the fuck up!
Where is it? Where is it?
Oh!
Did you smack my ass?
Did you?
And my darling
Hey guys!
-Frankie!
-Huh? Hello, brother.
Hey, I wanted to say sorry.
Problem is, I'm addicted
to blow jobs, you know?
So what are you saying?
-Your wife don't blow you?
-No, no, no.
You were going to be a dad
and I was going to be an uncle.
Who said anything about that?
That's, that's how it works.
She has...
a very small mouth.
Guys, it's last call.
Hey, Kelly. Kelly!
Yeah?
I'm gonna take you
to the gun show next week.
Yeah. No, thanks.
You know
I love you, right, brother?
I love you too, man. Come here.
Come on. Uncle Mikey's here.
You think I'm a bad guy?
Yeah.
You like that?
No. I think you're a
really creepy person.
All right. Butch. Come
on, buddy. Let's go.
You done? Hey, Mike.
No, no. Come on. One
more, one more round.
- Guys...
- It's on me. Come on.
Come on, it's after three.
I gotta get out of here.
Come on, one more.
No. It's done.
Come on, one more.
No! That's it! All
you motherfuckers,
get the fuck out!
-Upsy-daisy, come on.
-Mike! Fuck!
-Come on.
-I can pick myself up.
All right, all right.
See you later Dino.
- Get the fuck off me!
- No!
Frankie, go!
Dino!
Drink this.
-What is it?
-It's water.
Do I look like the type of
guy that drinks water?
Walk me home again?
You can tell me!
So tell me more. Tell me
more about this Dominic...
Oh, no thank you.
Okay...
Oh, okay.
Drop him! Let's go!
Hey.
I gotta take off.
Okay.
So, uh, last night was fun, but,
I'm not really looking
for anything serious,
so if we could just...
I'm not available either.
-Yeah.
-You know,
you're unavailable,
I'm unavailable.
That's why this works.
We can hang out again.
Yeah.
Shit.
Those fucking motherfuckers.
They fucking killed him!
The cops said that he OD'd.
You think somebody killed him?
Dommy Rocks saw him.
He's not going to the
cops because he's scared.
Well, then I'll go to
the cops. I'll call 'em!
No, Mom, we don't
have any evidence.
Go talk to the cops.
Talk to Charlie.
He grew up with Daddy.
Listen, fucking cops
are fucking useless.
They're not going
to do anything.
This fucking guy
Bobby is connected.
Connected to who? The mob?
They don't run shit anymore.
Mike, do you really think
that organized crime doesn't
fucking exist anymore
because the Italians
don't run it?
We're talking organized crime.
It doesn't fucking matter
what part of Sicily your
family is from anymore.
It's about fucking money,
Mike. That's it. Period.
You don't think he's got to kick
something back to somebody?
Come on Mike.
Jesus Christ.
It's frigging cold.
Watch you don't step in
the dog shit over there.
Hey, listen, my friends
really want to do something
about these fucking
jerkoffs, okay?
-It ain't right.
-I already put the word out.
I'm waiting to hear back
with some information.
And once I hear something,
I'll get back to you.
Joe, look, not for nothing, Joe.
No disrespect, but
something's got to be done.
They killed, they
killed little Frankie.
Nah, we don't know that.
From what I heard,
Frankie had a drug problem.
Come on, Joey, a drug problem?
The kid had a broken nose.
This kid was murdered.
Yeah. I also heard
his brother punched him in
the nose the night before.
I heard that from you,
as a matter of fact.
Nah, somebody up the
street ID'd him, okay?
They gave us three guys.
Okay. I got the word out. Relax.
Once I hear something,
I'll contact you.
In the meantime,
you got to chill.
And Netflix. Come on.
It don't matter, man!
That's six.
Give me the ball.
Give me the fucking ball!
You wanna talk?
Give me the ball Marcus!
There ain't nobody else here,
man. We can talk about it.
You don't want to talk?
Come on, I mean, look, we went
through the same thing, man.
We best friends. I'm not
playing ball with you.
We gotta talk.
All right, you wanna play?
Go ahead, man.
Give me all you got. Fuck
is wrong with you, man?
Who you playing against?
You're gonna fucking play?
When it happened
to my brother, man,
I felt like that, too.
And I was just like you, man.
Acting crazy on the
basketball court.
But you gonna get
through it, man.
You hear what I'm saying?
What do you want me to say?
Sorry, Frankie's dead.
All right, let's talk.
Let's talk!
Why the fuck's Frankie dead?
Why the fuck's Nicole dead, huh?
Drugs, man. That's why.
Everybody's doing fucking drugs.
I have to worry about
this shit every day.
I mean, it was
fucking Frankie, man.
Frankie! That kid ain't
done shit to anybody.
What did he ever do, huh?
Listen, man.
What
did he ever do?
I know what you're saying, man.
I'm gonna just, like, take
a little break, you know?
I'm gonna get some
water over here.
Maybe you should, too.
Or you know what?
Keep playing, man, if
you want. Keep playing.
Just keep going
at that rim, bro.
Look, Mike, you got to
understand something, man.
It's not your fault, bro. You
can't be everywhere at once.
Don't blame yourself,
man. You're dog tired.
Kelly, offer's still on the
table, if you want to marry me.
Aren't you married, Butch?
Just so you know,
think about it.
Mmm! Beautiful babies we'd have.
-Don't you have kids?
-A couple.
Here you go, Mario.
Thanks, Kelly.
Hello, guys. Hey, Dino!
Did you get your hair
cut? You look good.
Mario, man, so glad you're here.
What a surprise, eh?
Hey, look, um,
I got a bunch of great
stuff here in this box.
Oh, I got this.
This is the best.
Every bar needs
one. It's a duster.
It's brand new, even
though the box is broke.
Look, um...
I get, I guess--
I told you to get the
fuck out of here!
I don't need your trash.
Sorry, man.
It was an accident.
It needs a bag.
All right, I apologize.
Sorry, Kelly. That's my fault.
Don't worry about it.
-Yeah.
-Hey, uh...
Don't look at me like that.
You know I'm broke, too.
Look, stuffing dollars in
that stupid fucking machine.
You can't even help a friend
out. I see how you are.
Not today, Dom.
What? Butch. Huh? You
think you're better than me?
You think you're better
than your fucking brother?
Don't you fucking mention
my brother, motherfucker!
Fuck you!
Relax, relax.
If I were you, I would walk out
that fucking door
and not come back.
He's not kidding.
We've had a bad week here.
Just go.
You've had a bad week.
I've had a bad life.
Hey, Dino, you still smoke, huh?
Come on, buddy.
For old times sake.
I know you still
smoke. Help me out.
Get the fuck off me!
What's the matter with
you, you goofy bastard?
The fuck's wrong with everybody?
You know what I mean?
Listen, man, I need something.
Somebody to give me a dollar.
You can give me a beer to go.
I'm not leaving till
I get something.
You know what I mean?
Jesus fucking Christ!
What the fuck did you do now?
Oh my God!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that.
You're sorry you did that?
I think he's dead.
We need to call 911, right?
Jesus fucking Christ, Butchie.
Do you have no control
over your impulses?
What are you, a fucking child?
You're going to
get me shut down!
I'm sorry. I don't
know why I did that.
All right, we'll get the body
out of here or something.
I mean, we can't...
Not fucking cool, man!
Oh, fuck. I'm bleeding!
Not fucking cool!
The fuck's wrong with you?
He's fine. Merry Christmas, huh?
What the fuck, Butch? Christ.
-So, what are you upset about?
-Nothing.
So what happened at school?
This fucking strapper.
He's punching me.
Well, you won't have
to worry about him,
all right? I'll take
care of him for you.
-All right, thanks, Mikey.
-No problem. Frank.
Yo, Mike!
I'll always be there for you
no matter what
happens, all right?
Hey.
So, um, it's been
kind of a bad week.
You know, I guess
you know about that.
I was reading in Corinthians.
No temptation has
ever been given you
that hasn't been
faced by man before,
and that God...
never provides a temptation
without a means for escape
so that we can endure.
Well, lately it's been
getting kind of hard
to endure because, um...
I miss my family and...
Hey, baby!
I miss who I used to be.
-When are you coming over?
-I had to work, you know?
But I'm going to be
there next week.
And that if, um...
you're providing
the means for escape,
maybe I'm just too
stupid to see it,
and maybe you can help me out
in that regard, because...
Really hard lately.
Dear Jesus,
we pray that you please
welcome all through the gates
into the kingdom of Heaven
and give eternal peace.
I haven't
figured it out yet.
Put my daughter on the phone!
-Put my daughter,
-You ugly, sick...
put my daughter back
on the fucking--
Fuck! Fuck!
Of course, I don't know how
much more I want to endure.
It's just hard, Cuz.
I can't do this right now.
Mike, where are you going?
Hey, you're Johnny Bombs,
right? Mikey's cousin?
Yeah, how you doing?
Good. What do you know about
this Bobby Boss character?
He's your friend. You look
like friends on Instagram.
You're friends with
this piece of shit?
So what's your
connection to him, John?
So, is this guy protected
by the Italians or what?
-No.
-So we can take him out then?
Who is this guy?
I'm Butch.
He's good. He's our guy.
So you're telling
me that this guy
is not protected
by the Italians,
but we still can't touch him?
No. I'm sorry.
Okay. Why not?
I mean, you can,
but you'll bring
a lot of heat on all of
us that we do not need.
So, no.
That's a bunch
of bullshit, John.
Listen, you didn't
hear this from me.
But it's the Russians.
He's with them.
We don't fuck with the Russians.
Yeah, I could have guessed that.
-That's all I can do.
-Thanks.
But one thing real
quick, before you go.
Give us a name.
-A name? Whose name?
-One of the Russians.
-A name.
-I just told you.
We don't fuck with the Russians.
I just want to go over there
and drink some tea
with the guy maybe.
Ta manooch.
I don't know.
Maybe you should,
maybe you should take
your mom on a vacation.
-A couple of weeks.
-No.
Look, it's just that,
I love you kid, you know? I do.
I don't want to see anything
bad happen to you.
-Is that a threat Dino?
-Jesus Christ!
What, are you losing
your mind altogether?
Why on Earth would I
ever threaten you?
Huh? Wise up.
I would take a bullet
for you or your brother.
Yeah, I know. Sorry.
It's a crying shame
what's happening right now.
Yo, we'll figure
this all out, okay?
You'll see.
-Mmm, mmm, mmm!
-I'm ridiculously hungry.
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't eaten anything
in it feels like three days.
This popcorn shrimp is the shit!
The MSG is g--
Two men were
gunned down today
in a mafia-style hit
at the Ruby Buffet
on the 1200 block of
Christopher Columbus Boulevard.
One of the two men, Roger Avery.
-is listed in critical condition
-What the fuck did you guys do?
-What?
-It's all over the fucking news!
What the fuck are you
guys talking about?
You're a bad liar, man.
No wonder your wife left you.
Hey! Fuck you!
-Fuck you!
-Aah, what the fuck?
Not fucking smart, Butch.
-Not fucking smart!
-Get the fuck off!
Fuck!
We did what had to be done.
-I fucking did!
-This is not good.
Your father did not want
this for you, Mikey.
...South Philadelphia seemed
to have closed up shop
after Nicholas Gandolfo
was put away in 1998.
Even his old associates have
moved on to new business.
Nah, there's too many
rats in there anymore,
so we're out of that business.
Now we're in real estate.
They got the kids, the family,
and I didn't want to put my,
my children through
that or my wife.
The reason why we
decided to go legit,
-one of them--
-We're making more money
doing legit businesses!
Illegal business, it's harder
to do illegit shit.
-Can I say something?
-No.
And you, get the
out of here.
Since then,
the Russian mafia has made
a large presence
across the country.
There is no more Italian
mafia, they say.
So, who is responsible
-for these recent shootings?
-Oh, great.
-Beverly Gunn,
-Joey Pipes.
from South Philadelphia.
What am I supposed to tell him?
You guys started a war.
They said they didn't do it.
This is bad.
Your guys oughta lay low now.
And this Bobby character,
he's working for
somebody high up.
-Who?
-Look, Jimmy,
everything's nice now.
And those pieces of shit
that got nailed don't matter.
But Bobby can't be touched.
It stops there.
You know, all due respect,
but Frankie's dead.
And when his father finds out...
His father has no
say in any of this,
he's a nobody.
What are you talking
about, he's a nobody.
-He was...
-Was, was.
He was respected years ago.
The guy's been in the can
for 20 fucking years.
Yeah, because he wasn't a rat.
And that's why nothing's
gonna happen to Mikey.
And Jimmy, I'm telling you now,
if this thing goes any further,
there's nothing I could say or
do that will help these kids.
I'm sorry.
So tell me,
what do you know about
those CBD oils and whatnots?
Frankie's dead.
Two men
were gunned down today
in a mafia-style hit
at the Ruby Buffet
on the 1200 block...
What's up, man?
This...
Turk!
That! You don't hear that?
No.
It's the fucking Feds!
It's the fucking Feds!
It's all right,
it's not the Feds.
It's not the Feds. It's okay.
Let him see who it is.
You the fucking Feds?
Tell me you're not
the fucking Feds.
I'm not the Feds,
Bobby, all right?
Hey, you setting me up?
-No!
-You fucking setting me up?
Bobby, I'm not setting you up.
I'm not setting you up.
Bobby. Bobby, just take it easy.
-You fucking setting me up?
-It's me, Bobby.
I'm not doing nothing, okay?
Hey, who is it?
Yo.
It ain't the feds, dude.
It's that crackhead dude
with a box full of
shit and a TV.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. TV.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.
Thank you, sir.
Hey!
My Homie Wan Kenobi.
What's up, Dom?
I got it, don't worry about me.
All right!
What the fuck? What
happened to you?
-What, this?
-Yeah.
Oh, my God, some asshole man
hit me in the head with a
fucking Megatouch machine.
Megatouch machine?
Yeah, but wait till
you see what I got.
You got a Megatouch machine?
What, the Megatouch machine
that hit me in the head with?
You're funny.
Well, he stabbed me,
would you want the knife?
Look, I got
candlesticks because,
I don't know, maybe you
have a romantic dinner
here or something?
Are you fucking kidding me?
But that's all right,
because guess what?
I got a glue gun, you know?
Oh, antique!
This cell phone,
they're so durable.
Watch!
Fuck it. That's a
piece of shit anyway.
And...
check this out, TV.
The whole thing for 20 bucks.
What do you think?
It's good stuff, man.
I'll give you $5.
For this, for everything?
Yo, Bobby. What are
you thinking, man?
It's not even a flat screen.
Yeah, no, I know.
That's the thing.
See, I collect that. Right?
Because it's going
to be worth money
because it's not a flat screen.
He knows, he's smart.
We could use these
at the New Year's party.
At the party.
Five bucks though, for
the whole thing? Bobby...
Deal. What am I going to
argue with you for, right?
I appreciate it.
Oh, God, thank you.
I'm so hungry.
So yeah,
this motherfucker's
throwing a party
at his place for New Year's Eve.
All his fucking scumbag
friends are gonna be there.
-You sure?
-Yes, I'm positive.
-Okay.
-What's going on?
Come on, I don't want
any fucking problems.
Dude, what's the problem?
You didn't hear? This!
This is the problem.
He fucking hit me with
a Megatouch machine
at the bar, man.
Right in the head.
What the fuck?
Yeah, look, I'm
sorry about that.
Yeah, you seem real
sorry, I could tell.
That could have
fucking killed me.
Then what, huh?
I had to go to the hospital.
I got eight stitches
-in my head.
-So what?
They probably gave
you fucking morphine
for the fucking pain,
you probably loved it.
All right, all right, all right.
You want me to hit you
in the fucking head again?
And stop going around telling
people you're my fucking cousin!
You borrowed money off
three fucking people last week.
Stop going around telling people
you're my fucking cousin.
All right, guys, relax!
Bobby's gonna have a New Year's
Eve party tomorrow night.
Oh, good. Well, you're not
totally fucking useless.
Fuck you. Butch.
And Rocks knows where it is.
And how do you know Rocks
isn't fucking setting us up?
This motherfucker would sell out
his own fucking sister
for a bag of dope.
Set him up?
You know,
your father and I,
we were so close.
He was my best fucking friend
in this whole fucking
stupid planet.
He's in jail now for a
lot of other people,
including me.
They don't make
guys like that anymore.
When I look at you,
I see you running around
with your brother.
That's what I see.
I love you, man.
And I loved Frankie.
And you know that.
Set him up? Fuck you. Butch.
How are we going to get in?
You know, he's gonna have
fucking security there.
Especially with everything
that's been going down.
I'll get us in.
The whole world is in a
big fucking hurry to die.
You know that? She
just wanted to feel good.
That's what this
has all been about.
You remember when we was kids,
and we used to play half ball
down the street over there?
We had so much fun, man.
We used to play for hours.
All we needed was
a half of a ball.
And a stick.
It's all over now.
Anyway.
I was thinking, maybe
I'll sell my car
and buy a horse and
listen to country.
Guess what?
That sounds pretty good.
Your vehicle is also
your companion.
Cars are just robots
we travel around in.
There's no heart in it.
No wonder everyone's
a fucking asshole.
Yeah, cars are fucked up.
Anyway.
So did you hear from these kids?
What are they going to do?
Nah, they're not going
to listen to me anymore.
They're going to do whatever
it is they're going to do.
Huh? You got it.
Mikey, listen to me.
This is the easy part.
Learning how the
fucking thing works
and all of that.
The hard part is when
you're looking at him
and he's looking back at you.
Can you pull the
fucking trigger?
Nice.
So what's he like?
Who?
Your dad.
He's a serious guy.
I don't want to
lose another son.
Do you think they're going to
let you walk away from it?
Spoiled the shit out
of my brother and me
when we were growing up.
You gotta have
something better.
You got to have a life.
Thought he was the
smartest guy in the world.
You're not
smart right now.
And it's worse for
me because I'm here
and I can't do
anything about it.
He got greedy.
But if I did do
something about it...
-Got cocky.
-it would be smart.
Got caught.
Turns out he wasn't
so smart after all.
I gotta finish this thing.
Oh shit guys,
I'm fucking scared.
Bro, you got it. Go in.
Mikey!
Frankie! For fucking Frankie!
Fuck these motherfuckers, man.
Fuck them Russians.
Bro, I'll go and I'll cap these
motherfuckers real quick.
Bing bang boom! All
of them. Fuck all--
Shut the fuck up, Butch!
It's gotta be me.
Shit! There's a fucking cop.
No. Don't worry. That's our cop.
What do you mean,
that's our fucking cop?
You need the
permission of the city
to have an event like this.
Sounds like a professional
sound system.
Are you serious?
Oh, shit, that's Charlie
the fucking cop.
You sneaky motherfucker, you!
Nice.
We got this. Mikey.
Come on, man.
Okay.
Just keep the car
fucking running.
So what's going on here?
I mean, we can't have
a New Year's party?
No, it's just that, uh...
You know what?
-Just, um, just turn it down.
-All right.
You can't have people
out front here loitering.
Hey! Everyone, inside.
How long does this
fucking take?
Eh, fuck it, one more.
Fuck!
Let's go! Petey, get
the fuck up man!
Get up!
Come on!
Come on, come on,
come on! Go, go, go!
Butch, what the fuck was that?
I had to make sure
we fucking got him!
We didn't fucking get him
and now we're fucked!
Dude, they knew we
were fucking coming.
No, they fucking didn't, Butch.
They didn't fucking do
shit. You fucked up!
The rat fucking Dommy!
He set us up!
I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker!
I had him dead
to fucking rights.
Mikey had him! What the
fuck were you thinking?
Getting out of the fucking car!
You guys would be dead
if I hadn't come in there!
Fucking dead! Who's
fucking dying here?
Who's fucking dying here?
Shut the fuck up, Mike.
I'm bleeding good here, guys.
Pete, you want some coke, Pete?
No, I don't want fucking coke!
That fucking helps!
It's like anesthesia!
Help me. We gotta get
you to the hospital.
No, no, no, no fucking hospital.
No fucking hospital.
Oh, fuck.
Cherry Hill, get across
the fucking bridge.
We're going over to those
fuckers in Cherry Hill.
-I know where I'm going!
-All right, then fucking go!
Chill the fuck out.
You're stressing me out.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
Really, Butch,
you're doing coke right now?
Who gives a fuck?
You want some? Come on.
What? No, I don't
want some fucking coke.
This was never about
fucking drugs, Mikey.
This is about fucking
respect. Fucking honor!
No, no. This has always
been about fucking drugs.
Your fucking brother
died from them.
Yeah, heroin. So the fuck what?
That's not my fucking story.
I'm not fucking weak like him.
I don't fuck with that shit.
You do percs, right?
You do percs?
Fuck you!
Hey, I could us a couple
of percs right about now.
Same fucking thing, you're
a fucking hypocrite.
You know what, if you
weren't so jacked up,
you wouldn't have come in there
and ruined the whole thing.
I came in there to make sure
the fucking job got done right
in case you fucking
choked, again!
No, you fucked up
and now we're fucked!
It doesn't fucking
matter, all right?
Once Bobby's gone,
there's gonna be another fucking
scumbag to take his place.
You watch.
He's going to get capped.
-Guys like him,
-He's bleeding out over here!
somebody's going to
kill him soon, okay?
It's probably gonna be
one of those fuckers
that's sitting right
next to him.
Mikey. Karma's after him.
He's fucking right.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
We got to get this
motherfucker, man.
No, Butch, you go and you
get him, snort another line.
Go shoot up the whole
fucking neighborhood.
You do whatever
you want. I'm out.
All right. You're just gonna
let this fucking crumb win?
The only way he wins is if
we go back on him again.
You're gonna let this
motherfucker get away?
We gotta go get
this motherfucker.
I'm getting away.
I'm done. I'm out.
There you go, Mikey.
Good for you.
What do you mean,
good for him, Pete?
And where the fuck are
you gonna go, huh?
Where the fuck is he going?
He's just gonna fucking
leave us here, Pete?
-Oh, fuck!
-Come here, come here.
Oh, this is fucking
bad. I was wrong.
Get me the fuck out of here.
-Here, take me to the V.A..
-Okay, let's go.
Take me to the V.A.!
All right, let me just...
All right, all right.
Butch, what the fuck
are you doing?
Let's go, I'm fucking
bleeding out here!
This is just, like,
100 bucks right here.
I don't give a fuck! Let's go!
Come on, come on, come on.
You're right. Let's go.
-Fuck!
-Come on, come on.
It's a beautiful winter morning
here on South Broad Street.
It's Wednesday, January 1st,
which means it's New Year's Day.
And New Year's Day in
Philadelphia means one thing.
Mummers.
What are Mummers?
They are the working
class men and women
who, for this one day every
year, decide to dress up
like psychedelic clowns,
march up and down
the streets of the city singing,
dancing and drinking alcohol.
2020 is going to
be a great year.
Who the fuck is this?
I know it's you because I bought
you that jacket! This is my man!
Are you kidding me?
Get the fuck out of here!
Get the fuck out of here!
-Hey, Jimmy!
-Yo!
Yo, Happy New Year's!
-Hey my guys!
-Dino, what's going on?
How you doing?
Happy New Year, brother.
-I'm doing good.
-How you doing?
It's been a while.
How you doing?
Yeah. I'm good, I'm good.
Is that Nicky?
Yeah, we met a couple times.
I'm Vinny Lemon's brother.
I know, I remember you.
-You live in Florida, right?
-Yeah, I'm down in Boca.
Nicky's in Orlando and Tony,
he's in South Beach.
Miami, baby.
How's Miami? How do you like it?
I don't know,
it's always hot and sticky
and my tits are always sweating.
There's fucking lizards
everywhere, I tell you.
I feel like I'm in that TV
show, Land of the Lost?
I don't know, it's
fucking great, though.
Let me buy you guys a drink.
As a matter of fact, I've got
something real special saved up.
Little New Year's present?
Some very special red.
So, what are you guys, uh...
just all here for the
holidays or what?
Yeah, we're bouncing
around from bar to bar
in the neighborhood, and
we figured we'd come by
and say hello to
you fucking guys.
It's New year's, have a drink,
see how everybody's been.
You know, Mario,
I heard about what
happened to your daughter.
I mean, you have my condolences.
It's a fucking travesty
what's happening
out there right now.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Hey Philly, man, I mean,
we got the number one
opioid death rate in
the fricking country.
At least Philly's number one
at something again, right?
Yo, anybody see Mikey V?
I know he used to come
around here sometimes.
Let me tell you. Anybody
got Mikey's number?
You want to give him a call?
I heard his brother passed away.
No, no. He was, he was murdered.
Some dealer.
Bobby Boss or
something like that.
Real motherfucker.
We gonna do
something about this?
- It's too late.
- What?
It's too late to go get him
because somebody
already got him.
Like one of his own boys
got him, like dirty pizza.
Who is he?
Hey, buddy.
How you doing?
I'm all right.
I don't think I know you.
I don't think you need to.
What's with the hostility?
You know, I used to be
from this neighborhood.
And I know that
you young people,
you don't have any concept
of the word respect,
but we used to show that to
people who were older than us
Who's your father?
Nicky, you gotta
forgive him, man.
He don't mean anything.
No, he means something.
If you're looking for Mikey,
he left last night.
Thank you.
Oh.
Well, Mikey's,
Mikey said he's a
few blocks away.
I guess he didn't go at all.
Well, what do you know?
Is everything okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Once this kid gets here, we're
gonna straighten everything out.
Straighten out? Is
there anything I can do?
-Oh, no, no.
-Relax, okay?
You got nothing to worry about.
Nothing's going to happen.
Yo, Cuz, who the fuck
are you texting?
Put that motherfucker down now!
-Nobody!
-Give me that motherfucker.
Yo, I want you guys to check
these motherfuckers, now!
Give me this fucking thing.
Oh, what's with
all the guns, fellas?
Mario, they're gonna fucking
kill him if he comes here.
Get your fucking hands up!
I ain't playing with you.
You know what? Get all the
phones. Get all the weapons.
Let's get control
of this place, okay?
Nobody's fucking
texting anything.
Johnny D'Angelo.
What's that?
My father.
His name is Johnny D'Angelo.
Johnny D'Angelo?
Doesn't ring a bell.
Must have been a nobody.
Like you.
Is that the kid?
Let me check.
Don't you fucking move!
Would you like to
buy some candy?
Jesus fuck!
Don't shoot! Please!
What the fuck are
you guys doing?
Are you fucking crazy?
You know
who the fuck we are?
You can't die--
Here. Good job, Smoothie.
Yo!
Keep your mouth shut.
I didn't see a thing.
Look!
I have no allegiance with
those guys. You hear me?
Wait, hold the fuck up.
You guys planned this
whole fucking thing.
And you didn't even tell me?
You got too unhinged Butch.
We had to do it this way.
Holy shit.
I'm not mad at you guys.
I just, I get it.
I went a little fucking
crazy, but we fucking won.
Mikey, we fucking won, bro.
We ain't out of the woods yet.
We got to clean up this mess.
Yeah. Come on, get
their fucking phones.
Yeah! Help me out, help
me out. Get me out of this.
Mikey, you know you're
a fucking legend now?
Well, I appreciate
you saying that, Butch,
but, uh, I was out of town.
Hey, it's me.
I'm out front.
-Hey.
-What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You want to go somewhere?
We can go anywhere you want.
I already got my bags packed.
Salute!
Can I have one of
those cupcakes?
Of course, honey.
-Bye!
-Bye.
My father was wrong.
Doesn't matter who wins.
What matters is who we are.
What matters is what we do.
What we stand for and what we
impart on the next generation.
Because they will take what
we give them and run with it.
It's about leaving
something good in the world
before we pass
on to the next one.
It's about making the people
we love feel like winners.
It's about keeping
the promises we make
and showing up for the
people we care about.
Being a good guy
is what matters.
That's what Jesus was.
Now I'm not suggesting
we do what Jesus did.
Just be a good person.
Don't be a dirtball.
And not for nothing,
but if you absolutely
have to do something,
you know wrong,
that a bad guy would do,
no matter what it is,
do yourself a favor.
Don't get caught.