Run All Night

I've done terrible things in my life.

Things for which I can never

be forgiven.

I betrayed friends,

turned my back on the ones

closest to me.

Gabriela!

I've always known that my sins

would eventually catch up to me.

No sin goes unpunished in this life.

Your life doesn't flash before your eyes

when you're dying. That's bullshit.

It's your regrets that haunt you

in your final moments.

Everything you failed to be.

- Everyone you let down.

- Run!

Everything you'd go back and change

if only you had more time.

Look who's up. Sleeping beauty.

You were fartin' in your sleep again,

you know that, Conlon?

How would I know that, d*ckhead?

I was sleepin'.

More like dead to the world.

- Danny in yet?

- In the office.

Here he goes.

And he's chasin' her around the house

with his thing all night.

Finally she goes: "How is titty-f***ing me

gonna make my tits any bigger?"

Boyfriend says, "Hey, baby, it beats me,

but it worked on your ass."

All right, there you go.

Merry Christmas.

- I appreciate that, Danny.

- Thank you.

All right, get outta here.

Sh*t, shower and shave time for me.

Hot date tonight?

Little grab-ass under the mistletoe?

I wish. I'm introducin' my father

- to some new business partners.

- Oh, yeah?

Been workin' on it for about nine months

and finally he agrees to hear me out.

- Hey, well, he's a busy man, your father.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, no sh*t.

- All right. See ya later, fellas.

- All right, see ya.

- Hey, guys.

- What's up, Jimmy? How you doin'?

Christ! Can I get one moment to myself?

- Hey, Danny.

- Hey. What do you want?

I talked to your father this mornin'

and the heater blew over at my place.

He told me to ask you about a loan.

- A loan?

- Yeah.

- Or a handout?

- Naw, it's just a loan.

Why he keeps you around, I got no idea.

- All right. How much do you need?

- About eight hundred.

I don't know what "about eight hundred"

means, Jimmy. Give me a number.

- Eight hundred?

- Eight hundred?

- All right.

- Thanks, Danny.

Jee... you know... McCauley, he...

the son of a b*tch canceled on me.

I need a Santa for a Christmas

party this afternoon.

- Santa Claus?

- Yeah.

- Jeez, Danny, I...

- You'll be great.

- Find someone else? I gotta get home.

- Yeah. I'll get somebody else.

You freeze your little nuts off.

Come on, Danny.

You see that? You see that switch?

I switch, and then I get out.

- Yeah.

- And then you're out.

- You control him with the jab.

- Yeah.

- All right?

- Right.

Put the phone down.

Watch me with your own eyes. Okay?

What the f***, man?

Oh, sh*t! Yo!

- Yo, look at his face.

- Sorry, man.

Get the f*** outta here.

- You started it.

- Walk of shame.

- Yo, Mike, you knocked him the f*** out.

- What'd I tell you about talkin' like that?

My bust.

- See how I kept my elbows tight?

- Yeah, I saw 'em.

You gotta be careful fighting Garrity.

He's gonna wanna push you against the ropes.

Just give him one of these.

Knock his sh*t-talkin' mouth right out.

- Sorry. It slipped.

- Go ahead, Legs.

Gonna find out real soon

how fast it can all slip away.

- Relax, Mike. I was just messing around.

- That's your problem.

You got all the talent in the world

and all you wanna do is mess around.

I'm told that you're a man

of influence, Mr. Maguire,

that nothing moves in or out

of this borough without your approval.

And my employers are looking for a partner

to help bring our product into the city.

We use our contacts in the union, pop.

Three bins a month,

dockworkers know which bins are comin' in

and all they gotta do is make sure

they pass through without inspection.

What exactly is your product?

Heroin.

99% pure. The very best in the world.

And my son told you

I'd be interested in this?

Very interested.

The business has changed, Mr. Grezda.

Twenty years ago, I made a living

the same way we all did.

Couple big scores a year,

but mostly I was a grinder.

Now, you want to lay down

on a few ballgames, you came to me.

You want to open up a butcher shop

and the bank said "f*** you" on a loan,

you came to me.

You know what that butcher shop

is today?

- No.

- An applebee's.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I've had to adapt to the times.

I am a legitimate businessman now.

I know your business, Mr. Maguire.

That's why I'm here.

You're wasting your time.

Hey, hey. Wait! Come on, now.

Pop, just listen to what he has to say.

You haven't heard the offer yet.

Two million dollars up front. After that,

you'll receive 20% of all the product

you allow to pass safely

through the port.

The answer's no.

Take the night to think it over.

Once you've considered it more carefully,

you'll realize the mistake you are making.

How do you think I survived

in this business for 35 years?

Everyone I came up with is either dead

or locked up in federal prison

waitin' to be buried.

I don't make mistakes.

It's Christmas time.

My friends are here to celebrate with me.

Get the f*** outta my house.

Take this sh*t with ya.

Guys. My old man. I don't even know

what just happened.

We paid you to guarantee

your father's support.

Just let me talk to him, all right?

I'll get it all figured out.

I'll be stopping by your house tonight...

to pick up our money.

You know what happens

if you don't have it.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, guys.

F***ing garbage. I hate Albanians.

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