Corky Romano Page #2

It's nice to see you, buddy.

Well... that was nice.

- Corky.

- Papa.

Hi, papa.

I brought you something.

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell.

This is the very same copy...

that you and mom used

to read to me when I was sick.

What is it, papa?

You want to say something?

You're kneeling

on my air tube, a**hole.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

I got it. I-I'm so sorry.

I got it now. I got-

I got it.

This thing's slippery.

Heh heh!

Ahh. Ay yi yi.

Come on, Pops,

this is ridiculous.

Look at him. He should be

wearing a helmet.

Corky, come here.

I'm not going to lie

to you anymore.

I'm not a landscaper.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Get your head out of the sand,

sh*t for brains.

How many landscapers

you know...

get paid in briefcases

full of cash, huh?

Oh, you-you do do

some landscaping though, right?

I dabble in

money laundering, gambling...

and the occasional landscaping.

Now, look, son...

I know you're not comfortable

with the family business...

but we don't have much time.

I want you to go undercover

as an FBI agent...

and destroy the evidence

against me.

Oh.

But I have animals

that depend on me.

We'll send someone

to fill in for you.

Do you really think I'm

the most qualified? I mean...

The consensus is that

you're the least qualified...

but you're family.

Could I, uh...

could I-could I-

could I think about this?

What's to think about, Corky?

Can't you see Pops

swallowed his pride...

just asking you to do this?

When's the last time you lifted

a finger for this family?

It's just all-You know,

it's all happening so fast.

Wait, wait.

Let me talk to him.

Look, kid, think of this

as your chance to make amends.

You know

you broke your pop's heart...

when you turned your back

on the family business.

I didn't turn my back. They

kicked me out after mom died.

Irregardless, what matters now

is your family needs you.

What do you say, kid?

Paulie, you get another DUl

you need fixed?

No, I need you to send

something to the FBl.

Can you handle that?

Peter,

look who you're talking to.

I got a 120-gig hard drive...

and a digital connection

NASA would envy.

Whoa!

Is that one of those epsons...

you can print

greeting cards on?

Shut up, Corky.

OK, tell me exactly

what you need.

I need you

to plant Corky here...

with the FBI station

in Park Realm.

Set him up with a fake

background, name, and resume.

And it better be a good one...

because if they don't

accept his transfer...

I'm personally

going to download...

500 megabytes

of my fist up your ass.

Uh, technically,

you'd be uploading that.

But, you know, not

that I'm a computer whiz...

or anything, because I'm not.

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