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: Thanks for the guy that helped me on the last page, I'll fix some of that stuff in my rewrite. I'm posting again, because the old board ended kinda quickly after I posted. Thanks. : “Guilty Conscience” : Ext. Black Lamborghini – Day : Mike, John Jr., and a bleeding man are speeding down a highway. Driving 80 mph. There is blood all over the backseat. John Jr. is driving, Mike is in the passengers seat, and the man is in the backseat. : MAN : …Fuck. : MIKE : You don’t give a fuck?! I’ll kill you in a second if you don’t tell me where the fuck Kasad is! : MAN : Up your fucking ass! : MIKE : O.K. If you want that, I’ll give it to you. : Mike pulls out a chainsaw and cuts off the mans leg. : MIKE : Where is Lamon Kasad? : MAN : I’ll never tell you! Once I get outta here I’m gonna get the police, the CIA and the FB-fucking-I! : MIKE : In the words of scarface, say hello to my little friend! : Mike cuts the mans other leg off. : MIKE : Huh?! : MAN : Fuck you! Fuck fuck fuck you! : He spits in Mike’s face. : JOHN JR. : Please don’t spit in the car. : MAN : Fuck you too! : John shoots him in the arm 8 times with an uzi. : JOHN JR. : Fuck you too. : MIKE : Where is Lamon Ka-fucking-sad? : MAN : Fuck you! : MIKE : I know a way to get the pain away from that arm. : Mike cuts off the other arm. : MIKE : Pain in another part of your body. But that arm’ll still hurt! Lamon Kasad is where?! : MAN : Fuck you! : MIKE : I’ve heard that a couple times from you. And I think you heard this sound a couple times. : Mike cuts off the arm with bullet holes in it. : MIKE : You know what I’ll cut off next don’t you? : MAN : 25 Harness Creek View Ct. : MIKE : Good. But it took you a while. : MAN : Please. : MIKE : And you could be lying. : MAN : No! : Mike throws the man out of the car. The car speeds away. : Int. Kevin King’s Home – Afternoon : Mike, John JR., and Kevin are sitting on a couch watching TV. They all are wearing Versace suits. : MIKE : So is my car ready yet? : KEVIN : What time is it? : JOHN JR. : 5:30. About. : KEVIN : Yeah. It should be. It’ll be in the driveway. : MIKE : Fuck. I gotta go. Its 5:30. : KEVIN : Where? : MIKE : Megan’s house. : KEVIN : Your sister? : JOHN JR. : Where the fuck did you find her? : KEVIN : I called mom. She told me. Mom’s gonna be there too. Wanna go? : JOHN JR. : No. I gotta see the don. : KEVIN : Yeah. Stay, my brother will be here any minute. Just hold on. : MIKE : I really gotta go. I haven’t seen her or my mom in like 13 years. : KEVIN : And you’ve never met my brother, the don. : MIKE : He’s your family, not mine. Fuck him. I’d rather see mine. : KEVIN : Fuck him? Look, that shit can get you killed. : MIKE : Fuck you. : KEVIN : That’s the shit I’m talkin’ about. Don’t diss. Love. : MIKE : That’s what I’m trying to do. Love…my family. : KEVIN : You’re lucky I’m not angry right now. If I was, you wouldn’t be here to know. : MIKE : I wouldn’t be missin’ much. Except, my mom and my sister, now can I go? : KEVIN : Yeah. : MIKE : Good. : Mike gets up and leaves when he opens the door Patrick King enters. : PATRICK : Hello! Are you…? : MIKE : I’m Michael Polkz, but I really need to get the fat fuck outta here. : Patrick laughs. : PATRICK : Where? : MIKE : See my mom…and my sister. : PATRICK : Where do they live? : MIKE : You don’t need to know. Excuse me, I gotta go. : PATRICK : Where do they live? : MIKE : Up your motherfucking ass. : PATRICK : Where do they live wise guy? : MIKE : In the third planet from the sun. : Patrick pulls out an uzi and sticks it in Mike’s mouth. : PATRICK : Where do they live? : MIKE : I can’t talk. : Patrick pulls it out of his mouth and puts it in his face. : MIKE : Put that shit away, this ain’t business. I’m workin’ for you not against you, now put it the fuck away. : PATRICK : Where? : MIKE : Virginia. Now I’m gonna go. : PATRICK : Fine. : Mike walks into a black Lamborghini and drives away. : EXT. Megan’s House – Night : Mike’s car pulls into the driveway. He walks up to the door and knocks. Megan answers it. : MEGAN : Mike. : MIKE : Megan. : They hug and Megan cries. : MIKE : Where’s mom? : MEGAN : She can’t come; she’s stuck at work. : MIKE : So, it’s just the 2 of us? : MEGAN : Just the 3 of us. My fiancé, Joe Farranuci. : MIKE : He’s Italian? : MEGAN : Yeah. Here come in and meet him. : The house is a small rambler with cheap stuff. The furniture is especially cheap and they have no TV. : They walk into the house and sit down. : MIKE : Where is Joey? : MEGAN : In the bathroom. But don’t call him Joey or Joseph call him Joe. : MIKE : Got it. : Joe walks out of the bathroom. : MIKE : Hey Joe, I’m Mike. : JOE : Hello Mike. : They shake hands. Mike sits in a chair and they sit on the couch. : MIKE : So what do you, Joe? : JOE : I’m a teacher. So is Megan. We met at the school we teach at. : MIKE : Oh. : JOE : That is a really nice suit. What is it Gucci? : MIKE : Oh this? A Versace. : MEGAN : Versace? Where did you get that? How much did it cost? : MIKE : A couple g’s. : JOE : As in grand? : MIKE : IT cost like $5000. : MEGAN : How did you get $5000? : MIKE : Here there. Odd jobs. Everything. Dad gave me like a mil, and I invested it. All in Microsoft. It goes up and up and up. And whenever get more money, it buy stock with it. Now, I’m worth like 30 mil. : JOE : $30 million? : MIKE : Yeah. : JOE : So where do you live? : MIKE : You know Mansion Mountains, well they’ve got a neighborhood in Annapolis too. That’s where me, my dad, John, and Will live. : MEGAN : What is John doing? : MIKE : Same shit. : MEGAN : Mike, Joe doesn’t like cursing. : MIKE : And he likes you? : MEGAN : Well, I don’t curse either. Not anymore. : MIKE : Why don’t you like fuck? : JOE : Well, I am very religious. And that is a terrible sin to say the f-word. : MIKE : Fuck bad? Fuck is bad? : MEGAN : Mike! : JOE : Very. : MIKE : Well then if it is a very big sin to say fuck, then I’m going to hell. Everyone I know is going to hell, including Megan. : MEGAN : Please stop! : MIKE : I wanna see you 2 try to have a kid that doesn’t say fuck. Fuck is our family gene. If you cuss, it makes you cuss more. Like this for example. If you fall down you might fuck, right. Then you’ll go oh shit I said fuck, oh fuck I said shit. And it’ll keep going and going and going like the energizer bunny, going and going and going and… : MEGAN : Leave! I want you to leave my home! I don’t ever wanna see your face again! : JOE : Let him stay, let him stay. Mike, can you please stop your mouth from saying such words. I mean I’ve never cursed, not once. Can you please stop? : MIKE : Just for you, Joe. Just for you. So when are you getting married? : JOE : July 24. : MIKE : Next month huh? : MEGAN : Yeah. You’re invited, but your mouth isn’t. : MIKE : Ha-ha-ha! Let’s get off of that subject. Where is it gonna be at? : MEGAN AND JOE : St. John’s. : MIKE : That little church?! No. Have at our house. You can bring a priest and whoever the fu…fudge else you wanna bring. C’mon. : MEGAN : I don’t know. : MIKE : I insist. Dad will be very happy to see you. : JOE : But, will the church like that? : MIKE : I said you can bring a priest. The wedding will be in the backyard. Please. : MEGAN : You wanna Joe? : JOE : If you wanna. : MEGAN : Sure. We’ll have it there. : MIKE : Good. No, Great. : MIKE : Same date, same time. Which is? : MEGAN : 4:00. : MIKE : Good. : MEGAN : Why didn’t John come? : MIKE : Business. The don came. : MEGAN : The don? : MIKE : Donald Burns. We call him the don. : MEGAN : Oh. What about Will? I’ve never met him. : JOE : You’ve never met your own brother? : MEGAN : Well, I’m 31 now. I was in college when he was born and was a baby. And then my parents got divorced. I’ve never been invited to my dad’s home and my dad has full custody. : JOE : I’m sorry. : MIKE : Will had a baseball game and dad is the coach. : MEGAN : Oh. : MIKE : It’s not your fault. John is on heroin. Dad is a money-addict. If he doesn’t get money out of it, he won’t do it, baseball gets him higher thought of so it works for his job, chief of police. And Will doesn’t know you. I’m here because I love you, and I have very good memories of us. : MEGAN : Thanks for coming. : MIKE : Well actually, I gotta go. I drove 2 hours for 10 minutes, and it’ll take me another 2 hours to get home. But it was worth it. I got something to do at 11. Business. But goodbye. See you in July. : MEGAN : Bye. : JOE : Bye Mike. : Mike gets up and leaves. : JOE : Why does he swear so much? : MEGAN : Our whole family does. He was right when he said it was a gene. Also from what I heard over the phone, he loves gangsters films and rap music. Especially Scarface, the movie, and Jay-Z. And they always swear. : JOE : I don’t want to have the wedding at their house. I want to have it at a church. It’ll be more holy. : MEGAN : C’mon. Everything doesn’t have to be holy. : JOE : Yes it does. And your brother. If he’s the best acting one in your family then the worst must be satan. He thinks too much of himself. He said only $5000. If I had that kind of money, there would be no poverty in this world. He’s going around buying Versace suits. : MEGAN : Stop! : JOE : He is evil. : MEGAN : Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I’m leaving. : INT. Polkz’s Home – Later That Night : Mike is combing his hair with John JR. and Will in the bathroom. : MIKE : …was all fuckin’ religious and shit. He was a fucking asshole. I said fuck and he took a big shit in his pants. He went all fuckin’ crazy and shit. : JOHN JR. : Then why did you invite that motherfucker to get married here? : MIKE : I don’t want her to get married in some zoo. Also I figured we could scare the fucker the fuck away. : WILL : Yeah John. You’re such a stupid fuck. : JOHN JR. : What the fat fuck did you just say? Want me to stick your fucking fat dick up your fucking ass? Want me to stick it in your fucking mouth? It’ll fit since you got such a big one. : MIKE : Both of you just shut the fuck up. You guys fuck at one another way too fucking much. Just fuck off. : WILL : Yeah, fuck off. : MIKE : You too Will. : WILL : Fuck… : MIKE : Shut the fuck up! : WILL : I’m gonna go play some basketball. Where’s my Jordan’s? : MIKE : I don’t know. : JOHN JR. : We have 5 minutes, lets… : WILL : Where are my fucking Jordan’s? : MIKE : How the fuck am I supposed to know that fucking bullshit? Where’s this? Where’s that? I don’t know. Wear one of mine. : WILL : The new ones? : MIKE : Whatever! : WILL : Yes. : MIKE : You’ll have to pay for them. I need a new pair tomorrow. If I don’t get it from you, I’ll take 300 bucks from you. : WILL : But they only cost… : MIKE : I don’t care what the fuck they cost, if you don’t get me a new pair, I’ll take 300 from you. Got it? : WILL : Yeah. : MIKE : John lets go. : They leave the room and the camera follows them as they walk to the dining room. : JOHN JR. : You should’ve stayed. The don gave me all of this shit. : MIKE : Fuck him. : JOHN JR. : That’s what he said about you. Kevin convinced him not to kill you. : MIKE : I’d like to see that stupid fuck try to kill me. : JOHN JR. : That the reason he wanted to fuck you! : MIKE : He’s gay? : JOHN JR. : Fuck you with an M16. : MIKE : I’d still like to see that. : JOHN JR. : He said you were too stubborn and too dumb. : MIKE : Look, I fucking really fucking don’t fucking care that fucking much you motherfucking fuck. : JOHN JR. : Are you all of a sudden a big man because you say fuck? You fucking sound like Joe Pesci! : MIKE : Don’t diss Joe Pesci. And you say fuck too. : JOHN JR. : Fuck it. Lets get off that subject. : MIKE : What do you wanna talk about? Make fun of poor people? Gay people? Tell me, what do you wanna talk about? Go ahead, talk about it, talk about it. : JOHN JR. : Lets talk about business and… : MIKE : And how bad it’s doing lately! Fuck business. : JOHN JR. : What about this motherfucker Megan’s marrying? What’s his job? : MIKE : They’re both teachers. : JOHN JR. : Teachers? : MIKE : Private school. : JOHN JR. : How much money do they make a year put together? 10,000? : MIKE : I don’t know. I’m gonna give her some money. : JOHN JR. : Some? You better give her a lot! : MIKE : Yeah! : JOHN JR. : How was mom? What was she like? : MIKE : She wasn’t there. Apparently, she makes less money then one of them. She’s on welfare. But, she’s finally got a job. Minimum wage. Cleaning floors at a Burger King. : JOHN JR. : Mom? Fuck no. No. The woman who gave birth to me is not gonna work at a Burger King. Fuck no. Not my mother. : MIKE : That’s what I was like when I heard over the phone. I was gonna give her money, but she wasn’t there. She was working. They tried to give her money. She wouldn’t accept it. The tried to let her live with them. She wouldn’t accept. They tried to get her a different job. She turned that down too. She said she wouldn’t like to cause any trouble. : JOHN JR. : Yeah but Megan and her religious dude are poor. We’re not. : MIKE : You think she’s gonna accept money she knows is illegal? She’d accept a bum’s money before she accepts ours. I don’t think she’s the problem. If she didn’t want money, she wouldn’t be on welfare. She knows that they poor. She doesn’t want to hurt them. They don’t have a TV. They don’t an oven or a stove or a microwave or even a refrigerator. They’re trying to save money. They go to all you can eat buffets one time in the morning for all day. They bring home some food from there. : JOHN JR. : I feel bad. Really fucking bad. : INT. Will’s Room – Same Time : They camera zooms up to him. He is loading an uzi. : EXT. John Jr. and Mike – Same Time : Mike and John Jr. walk to the table. : JOHN SR. : Where were you two? : JOHN JR. : Well this guy… : MIKE : Will held us back. Hid John’s suit. : JOHN SR. : Just sit down. Mark is telling a story. : MARK : Well the cops in Miami didn’t want to be bribed for money. They wanted a copy of the bootleg Godfather. So, we gave it to him and we were outta there. : MIKE : They were bribed with a bootleg copy of the Godfather? : MARK : Yeah. : MIKE : All 3? : MARK : The whole set. : MIKE : They could’ve been bribed for $10,000. Instead they wanted a bootleg copy of the Godfather? They could’ve gotten the real non-bootleg higher quality set and had more money, but they took the bootleg DVD? You know what he’s doin’ with that shit? : MARK : Watching it. : MIKE : No. He’s finding evidence on it so he can arrest you. : JOHN SR. : What the fuck are you talking about?! Shut the fuck up! Just be quiet! : MIKE : Sorry! : JOHN SR. : Nice story. Now lets get to business. You gonna make an offer I can’t refuse? : MARK : Yes. Very nice deal. M16, minigun, flamethrower, 9 millimeter, shotgun, grenade launcher, rocket launcher. : JOHN SR. : Prices? : MARK : 56,000. : JOHN SR. : I could’ve refused that deal. And I will. : John Sr. pulls out his police badge and a gun. He stands up. : JOHN SR. : You’re under arrest for grand theft…firearms. : MIKE : Did you just make that up right now? : JOHN SR. : Shut the fuck up! Will you just shut the fuck up before a blast a cap up your ass?! : MARK : I’ll admit it. I won’t lie. I stole those guns. From some dude. He’s dead now. I killed him. I stole this shit from him. He was a drug dealer. But, you have no evidence to arrest me. That’s this country. You as a cop only get so much power. So sit the fuck down. : John sits down and puts his gun and badge back away. : JOHN SR. : Mike, go get some fucking aspirin and a glass of water. : Mike goes upstairs. : John SR. : I feel sick. : JOHN JR. : You O.K., dad? : JOHN SR. : I’m fine. Just need aspirin and water. He better hurry. : JOHN JR. : He probably doesn’t know where the aspirin is. : JOHN SR. : I think he knows where it is. He doesn’t need it but he uses it anyway. Him and his friends take ‘em. And other pills too. Illegal ones I don’t wanna mention. LSD and shit. : JOHN JR. : He doesn’t have any friends. : JOHN SR. : Well then whoever the fuck they were. : MARK : Do you want me to go? : JOHN SR. : You’re not going to anyway with those guns. Where the fuck is Mike? : JOHN JR. : I’ll get him. : JOHN SR. : You stay. Stay in that fucking seat. I’ll get him. : He walks up the stairs. They watch him and wait until he gets to the top. : MARK : What do you want? : JOHN JR. : Number…6 and 9. : MARK : 6 and 9? Good choice. : The camera moves and goes upstairs into the bathroom where Mike and John Sr. are looking for aspirin. : JOHN SR. : You couldn’t find this? How didn’t you see this shit? You fucking blind? : MIKE : I didn’t see it. : The camera moves back down stairs slowly. : JOHN JR. : This is fake shit. This is fucking… : The camera goes slowly back upstairs. : John Sr. is drinking water. : JOHN SR. : I feel a lot better, no thanks to you. : The camera goes slowly back down stairs. When halfway down stairs, John Jr. makes a snorting sound. When the camera gets down, John Jr. is wiping off his face with his hand. : MARK : Fake? : JOHN JR. : 9 kilos. : The camera goes back upstairs. : MIKE : …But that isn’t my fucking fault. : JOHN SR. : If money is missing, and it is in your room, who do you think I think took it? You. I can get rid of your ass in a second. I’m a cop. Cops won’t stop me. Believe me. Cops are nothin’ in this town. I can kill you and nobody will give a fuck! The FBI, CIA, they won’t give a fuck either. Nobody will give a fuck so don’t fuck with me! : MIKE : I didn’t fuckin’ take your fucking money or any of your fucking shit! : JOHN SR. : O.K. When we go down there just keep your fucking mouth shut. Fuckin’ got it? : MIKE : Yeah. : The camera goes back down stairs slowly. : MARK : …700. : JOHN JR. : 14…oh shit they’re coming. Put the fuckin’ shit away, put it away! : Mark quickly puts the bags in a briefcase. : MARK : I can’t believe Scarface was almost rated X! That was a family film. But fuckin’ universal studios ain’t making it no more. They stopped. : JOHN JR. : That’s bullshit. : Mike and John Sr. walk down the stairs and sit down. : MARK : You o.k. MR. Polkz? : JOHN SR. : Yeah. Blind boy couldn’t find any aspirin. I had to find that shit myself. But 1g. : MARK : For the… : JOHN SR. : Of fucking course, the guns. Just think of jail. People get raped in the showers. : MARK : 1g! Good. Great. : JOHN SR. : Excellent! : INT. Mark and Kevin Talking At Kevin’s House – Later That Night : Mark and Kevin are talking at the kitchen table. : MARK : 6 and 9. 9 k each. : KEVIN : You sold that much? For that price? : MARK : That bad? : KEVIN : Fuck no! Anyway, I checked out that catholic : Church shit and the priests have the most powerful gang in the world. The pope has nothing to do with this but it’s a couple priests’ linked with gangs. The leader, Martin Bond is the one we need to kill. Pastor at St. Mary’s. He does confessions on Wednesdays from 6 to 7. He does it in booth #5. He has 2 midgets in the room with M16’s. You’ll have to kill all three. Except they have bulletproof windows. You’ll have to drill a hole in the booth to stick a gun through. And whoever does this will have to have two other men. And inside the booth there are machine gun tarots with sensors that can move and follow and moving. They will have to wear bulletproof suits. Got it? : MARK : Midgets? : KEVIN : Got it?! : MARK : Yeah. : KEVIN : Then, go call the Polkz’s. They’ll do anything for money. They’re whores. : Mark calls the Polkz’s. Mike answers. : MIKE : What’s up? : MARK : It’s me, Mark. I was wondering if you could do some shit for us. At a church. : MIKE : Church?! People be saying the Hail Mary, and then hear bang-bang? Fuck no. Not at a fucking church. : MARK : Dough. Lots of, lots of… : MIKE : I don’t give a fuck. Not at a fuckin’ church. : MARK : Mike, just come here. I’ll explain it. Bring John and Will. : MIKE : Fine. : Mark hangs up the phone. : MARK : He’ll be here in a couple minutes. Will and John too. : KEVIN : Why Will? : MARK : They need 3 men. : KEVIN : Why not that new guy…Chase? Or Joe? : MARK : Those two suck dick. Maybe Will is as good as his brothers. : KEVIN : Nobody is good as them. They’re real gangsters. : INT. Opening Credits : Show pictures from: GoodFellas; Scarface; Bonnie and Clyde; Natural Born Killers; Godfather 1, 2, and 3; Pulp Fiction; Reservoir Dogs; Heat; Taxi Driver; Training Day; Mean Streets; Casino; Donnie Brasco; Married To The Mob; and The Untouchables. While happening show actors, producers, director. Then “A NEW GANGSTER FILM; GUILTY CONSCIENCE” appears on screen. (ALSO USE AS A TRAILER) : INT. Back To Kevin’s House – Same Time : MARK : I know nobody is good as them, but he has to be close up their. : KEVIN : What’s wrong with the other 2? : MARK : Nothing. : KEVIN : Well, then it’s a gamble then. : MARK : This business is a gamble. : KEVIN : Yeah, I know. But the youngest brother always fucks shit up. My youngest brother, Gerald, gave me and Patrick a bad name. He was so fucking stupid. He died. Killed by some fucking punk. : MARK : Mike was the youngest brother for a couple years, and he is better than John. : KEVIN : So. He was…the youngest brother. That’s history now. : MARK : Lets just see. Maybe he’ll kick ass. : KEVIN : Maybe he’ll suck dicks. : MARK : We are gonna have to give him a chance eventually, why not now? : KEVIN : This’ll be his test. : The doorbell rings. : KEVIN : This must be them. : Kevin walks up to the door and answers it. A pizza deliveryman is at the door. : KEVIN : Who the fuck are you? : DELIVERYMAN : I’m from Pizza Hut. You orders 4 extra large pepperoni pizzas? : KEVIN : No. But I’ll take them. : Kevin pulls out a minigun from his coat. The man hands over the pizza and runs into his car and drives away. Kevin walks back into the kitchen and sits down. : MARK : Where the fuck did you get a fuckin’ pizza from? : KEVIN : I robbed the delivery guy. : MARK : Did you see the kids? : KEVIN : No. They’ll be here in a couple minutes. Just wait. : MARK : Give me a slice. : Kevin pulls out a slice of pizza and gives it to Mark. Mark begins eating while Kevin is eating. : MARK : That’s the best fucking pizza I’ve had in a while. A long time. : The doorbell rings. : MARK : I wanna rob the pizza man this time. : Mark gets up and answers the doorbell. When he answers it 5 cops are standing out side with shotguns. : COP #1 : You’re under arrest! Get down motherfucker! : Mark slams the door and runs back into the kitchen. While he was running the cops were shooting at the door and window. : KEVIN : What the fuck is that?! : MARK : Cops. I think the pizza guy is a rat. : KEVIN : I’m gonna call John. : Kevin calls John Polkz Sr. : KEVIN : Get your fucking cops off me! : JOHN SR. : What the fuck happened? : KEVIN : Look out the fucking window! : JOHN SR. : Fuck! What the fuck happened?! : KEVIN : I robbed a pizza guy. : JOHN SR. : Why the fuck did you fucking do that?! : KEVIN : I was fucking hungry. : JOHN SR. : Fuck fuck fuck! Why did you fucking do that?! : KEVIN : I told you, I was fucking hungry! : JOHN SR. : I’ll be there in a fucking second. : KEVIN : Hold on. : JOHN SR. : What? : KEVIN : Where’s yo’ boys? : JOHN SR. : I don’t know. Why the fuck you asking me that? : KEVIN : They was supposed to be here by now. : JOHN SR. : O.K. Bye. : Kevin puts down the phone as the camera moves : out of the house into the Polkz’s. Inside the : house John Sr. picks up a mega phone and walks : to the door and he opens it. : JOHN SR. : (INTO THE MEGA PHONE) : Stop! This is Police Chief Jonathan Michael : Polkz Sr.! : The camera goes upward until you see Mike : opening the window and pulling out an M16 and : shooting at the cops. : MIKE : Huh?! You wanna fuck wit’ Kevin?! You gotta : fuck wit me first! : JOHN SR. : Put that shit away! Cops, go home! Ed Giest, get yo’ ass over here! : INT. Polkz’s Home – Later : John Sr. and Ed are talking at the kitchen table. : JOHN SR. : Were you in charge of that? : ED : Yes. : JOHN SR. : Why did you do that without consulting me first? : ED : I thought it would be the right thing to do. : JOHN SR. : Bring fifty cops to arrest one guy for alleged armed robbery of a pizza guy? : ED : The guy had a minigun. Also the guy was Kevin King. : JOHN SR. : So. : ED : Kevin King is one of the biggest drug kings in the world! : JOHN SR. : He is also the head of the FBI and his brother is head of the CIA. : ED : Patrick King is corrupt too. And I’m beginning to think you are corrupt. : JOHN SR. : Why would you think shit like that? : ED : Because you are letting motherfuckers like him go free. : JOHN SR. : There isn’t enough evidence. : ED : That’s what you always say! : JOHN SR. : That’s what it always is! : ED : C’mon. We need to catch some criminals like him. And may I ask you why you live in the same neighborhood as Kevin King? : JOHN SR. : It is a nice place to live. He is my friend. He is not corrupt. I am not corrupt. Pat, who is also my friend, is not corrupt. They are not in gangs. Many people wanna bring down this government. And that was what that pizza guy was doing. : ED : But, there wasn’t enough evidence to arrest him. : JOHN SR. : Exactly. There never is. Many people get away uncharged. But, that is the way the government is set up. That’s how the constitution was written. You have to be found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. And there always is evidence. But never enough. You don’t like that. You wanna arrest a bad guy all the time. Move to Canada or Afghanistan or something. Got it? : ED : Yeah. : JOHN SR. : Good. Now go. : ED : Bye. : JOHN SR. : Goodbye. : Ed gets up and leaves. : JOHN SR. : Mike! Get your fucking ass over here right fucking now! : Mike runs down the stairs. : JOHN SR. : Sit. : Mike sits down. : MIKE : What? : JOHN SR. : I almost had to arrest you today for that little stunt you did. : MIKE : But dad, I paid this month’s fee. : JOHN SR. : Fuck the fee. I said when you agreed to this deal, if something happens and I must arrest you I can. : MIKE : Fuck it. : JOHN SR. : Fuck it?! : MIKE : Yeah. Fuck it. : JOHN SR. : Just go to Kevin’s house. I’ll kick your fucking ass later. : MIKE : Why not now? : JOHN SR. : What? : MIKE : You afraid of Kevin? : JOHN SR. : He’s one of my clients. : MIKE : You’re a cop, he’s got to listen to you. : JOHN SR. : You also have to listen to me. : MIKE : Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. : JOHN SR. : Fuck you! You fucking prick! : INT. Kevin King’s Home – Later : Kevin, Patrick, Mark, Will, John Jr., and Mike are sitting at the table negotiating. : MIKE : Lets get down to business. I ain’t wasting my fuckin’ time. Fuck that. : PATRICK : Isn’t that the little fuck who tried to fuck me? : MARK : Little? He’s taller than you! : Laughs. : PATRICK : Fuck you. : KEVIN : He’s is the best of the best. You’re fucking him. : MIKE : Business? : KEVIN : The catholic church…it is becoming corrupt. Priests only. No Bishops or Cardinals or any of that shit. Not the Pope, priests. Behind Kasad, they got the most powerful gang in the world. We number 3 in the world. Then a whole bunch of fucking Chinese gangs and that kinda bullshit. They fight about shit. It’s shit. All the fucking Chinese and Japanese and fucking Asian gangs are all fucking like that that. They’re shit. They fight over how fucking yellow their skin is. But fuck that, lets get on with the real fucking shit. These priests, they sell drugs, launder money, they sell their own fucking alcohol, steal, even kill. They become priests so they can do this and not get caught. They got a big fuckin’ drug distribution. The priests are like…Tommy in GoodFellas. They don’t take shit. And they don’t make shit like those Asian gangs. No take. No make. Anyway, the leader’s name also coincidently, Tommy. Tommy Puzo. No relationship with Mario. : WILL : Mario? : KEVIN : Mario Puzo. Wrote the book version of the Godfather, and helped Francis Ford Coppola write the screenplay to what the AFI calls the #3 best film of all time. I forget what GF2’s number was. GF3 wasn’t on it. Anyway, Tommy Puzo started this shit. He got hooked on drugs at the age of 15, and went to jail at age 17. 2 days after he got out, he was arrested again for under aged drinking and driving. They later found out he had coke in his system. He decided to become a priest so he could sell this shit. He lied and got in. None of the other priests get any money, because they're intimidated by him. Without him, they’re shit. He is now 67 years old. He became a priest because when he did it, it was the old law system way. Now it’s the new way. You 3 in? : MIKE : How much we get? : KEVIN : 50,000 for each of you. : WILL : Deal! : JOHN JR. : Deal. : KEVIN : Mike? You in? : MIKE : So you’re saying if we eliminate this guy, you will make lots and lots of money? : KEVIN : Yep. And, so will you guys. : MIKE : Millions? : KEVIN : You bet! : MIKE : Good. Then, I wanna start making millions. A mil for each of us. : KEVIN : Why don’t you do it for free? : MIKE : Why’s Patrick here? : KEVIN : What? He’s the…the don. : MIKE : Then why are you negotiating? : TO BE CONTINUED...

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