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You knew them? Who were they, Sister? Who are these boys? What are the names of these good boys you knew?
I got them all going for Oakland. With bullshit money. We'll cover the $800.
All right. What are you gonna do?
I want 15 on the Mets.
How about 7 1/2?
Hey, man. Don't give me that bullshit. Don't pussyout on me. The Mets are a fucking lock. I wanna make some money.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I'm sure.
OK asshole. You owe thirty grand. Now what are you gonna do?
I wanna go double or nothing on the next game.
Double or nothing? Are you fucking out of your mind?
I'm not gonna let that bastard take my money
Take your money? This guy will blow up your house and everyone in it!
There's just no way the Mets will lose this game. Gooden is pitching and Strawberry is ready to break out.
Fuck Strawberry. You're gonna end up owing 60 G to a homicidal maniac!
That's my problem. Just put in my bet.
Do you have the money?
What money?
Don't bullshit me.
I don't got it. Not tonight. You can't get blood from a stone.
This psycho can.
Oooo... Big fucking scary guy. Just put $120,000 on tomorrow's game.
You're a fucking joke, you know that? He's been waiting for the money since the fucking game ended. And I've been waiting here since forget it. Listen up. You're gonna get us both fucking killed. You know that!
Uhuh. I'm gonna win. Just make sure the bet gets in.
You do know that he's gonna blow up your house, kill your wife and kids
Good. I'll give him an extra 10 grand for his trouble. I hate that motherfucking house and
He's gonna kill you, man. Do you hear me, motherfucker? You. Dead. Get it?
I've been dodging bullets since I was fourteen. No one can kill me. I'm fucking blessed. I'm fucking Catholic.
How's the case going?
What case?
The fucking rapists, man. The punks who raped that nun. The $50,000 reward from the Church! Remember?
Yeah. Sure. Yeah. We're on it bigtime. Lots of leads. You bet.
That 50 G could help you
Get this, man. I was at the game today. Face to fucking face with Strawberry! Jesus! I saw him strikeout. And you know what? He looked at me, and I looked at him, and he laughed and I laughed and it was like we were all alone in that whole stadium and only we understood that it was all a racket, that he struck out on p...
You've really got a problem.
that there was never any other way it could have gone. Never any other way. So you had better just put in my fucking bet. $120,000 on the last game. The Big One. Come on! Are you a bookmaker, or fucking what?
Here. Look I'll give you the psyho's number You call him yourself and tell him wnat you want.
Large?
All right, cop. I want my money.
It's still my money. If you want to have a chance at any part of it, shithead, you will take my $120,000 and bet on tomorrow's game.
What about the money you owe me on yesterday's game?
Fuck yesterday's game. The World Series is seven games not six. Put in my bet.
Let me think about it.
There's nothing to think about. Either you put in my bet or you ain't getting nothing.
Oh, really?
Yeah, really. I'm no fucking asshole, man. I'm a fucking cop!
OK, cop. I want you to give yourself and your friends on the force a message. Tell them I've got my own reasons to be very interested in whomever did the job on the nuns. I'll double the Church reward if you bring those punks direct to me. 100 G cash. Get it?
Here's the deal: You meet me tonight across from the Garden. 33rd & 8th. At the beginning of the Ninth Inning. We'll listen to the end of the game together. You bring your cash, I'll bring mine.
Yeah, sucker. You better be there!
I forgive you.
Me?
I forgive you.
You can't forgive me. After what I've done. I've fucked up bigtime. I've been bad. Real bad.
I forgive you.
Please. Please don't forgive me. I've always hated you for that.
I forgive you.
Why? Why can't you hate me? Hate me! Please! Help me! Hate me! Help me! Hate me!
I forgive you.
Why? Jesus! Why me? Why can't I wash the ashes from my forehead, year after year after year? And why am I still drunk on your blood, the taste of your flesh on my tongue? Worst of all, why can't I feel the nails in my palms, the spear in my side, the crown of thorns round my head? Why do I have to know, over and over, ...
I forgive you.
Why do I dream every night of the whore who brought you water on your road to death? And why have I never forgotten that if she, then I
Oh God, my God. it's goddamn good to be good. Forgive me. Father, for I have sinned. It's still goddamn good to be good.
I forgive you.
That stuff'll kill you quick, man.
What the fuck are you? A drug counselor or a drug dealer? And you don't even do your own product! What kind of businessman are you?
The rich kind. Jeez, man. The way you smoke that shit is suicide.
Fuck you. Just give me back a little something for the road.
How are you doing, man?
Very good. Very good. The Mets are gonna win tomorrow.
There. Now you've got your profit and more. You'll have more product day after tomorrow, right?
Uh right. Sure. The Mets are gonna win tomorrow.
I know. Take care of yourself, man, OK? Be cool.
You took the chalice.
Yes.
You brought it back to the Church. And then it made it's way back to me, again.
Yes.
Are you all right, honey?
I was gonna bring it back myself.
So what are you doing here?
He wants to know who brought in the chalice.
That's no mystery. Julio and Paolo brought it in, You don't want to hurt those boys, do you? I mean, they sure as Hell have got something coming, but it ain't what the Law wants to give them. You understand? No. How could you understand.
I'm gonna need some bread, man. This ain't fair. I'm always here for you, and you can't even take decent care of me. My landlord is bitching like a motherfucker! You're two months behind on the rent, Lieutenant!
Didya ever think of moving to a cheaper apartment? $3,500 a month is crazy, man!
It's nothing. This is New York, man... Oh I forgot. Bowtay needs some cash to buy her new acting headshots out of the developers. It's a good investment, man. She could make serious money!
Brown Downtown... There hasn't been any smoking brown on the street in
Who said anything about the fucking street. I've got more connects than you have, Lieutenant...
I can't get over what those guys did to her. I just can't.
They're alive, aren't they? Come on, man! Everyone's making such a fucking fuss, just because she's a nun. Just because she wears a penguin suit, the church puts up 50 G for the guys who dared to rape her. Do you think they'd put up a dime if you got raped? Of course not. Or even for your little sister? The virgin? Lik...
Susie's not a virgin anymore.
She's fucking nine years old! Jesus Christ.
It's horrible. They burned her breasts with cigarettes. Christ.
Yeah? At least she's alive! I see people get killed every day! Worse yet, tortured first and then killed! The nuns got off easy. Jeez. Cigarette burns. Everyone's all upset about fucking cigarette burns. I'll show you cigarette burns!
The Church is a fucking racket. I know how they operate. I've been part of the racket since the first time some faggot priest spilt water on my head. My Aunt Lu says I was crying all the way through. Yeah, I know their game inside out. Now I'm free of it and I'm gonna stay that way.
I'm not talking about the fucking Church. Fuck the Church. But tell me. Do you believe in God?
What's to believe?
That Jesus Christ was the Son of God and he came to die for your sins.
People.
You believe that man is the beall and endall?
Yeah.
OK. OK. Fine. But do you believe in God?