Zarra's Law

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Good morning, boss.

Beautiful day.

Great, Leo.

Just coffee.

And make it strong.

- I had a late night.

- Oh?

Yeah, the ladies couldn't

keep their hands off me.

You mean you couldn't

keep your hands off them.

- Hey, Bill.

- Hey, Tony.

- How are you?

- Good.

Turn that down, will you, Leo?

You see what's happening

in the news today

with this thing of ours?

You mean this thing of theirs.

Greed.

Nothing but greed.

That's what they teach

these days. Greed.

They feed it to their young.

And you know their motto?

All for me, none for you.

What's wrong, Bill, tell me.

I don't want to disturb you,

but I have no other option.

So what's the problem.

Frankie Andreoli.

My son-in-law opened up an iron

works shop on Washington Street.

Frankie comes by and tells him

that since Bobby Stax

is away for two years now

that he's running

the neighborhood,

and Sean has to pay him every

week to keep the shop open.

We don't want any trouble.

I don't know what else to do.

Patience.

Times are changing.

Good things are coming soon.

You'll see.

Thank you, Tony.

- So?

- So what?

Since my brother's gone

and I'm retired, what can I do?

Now, if someone took care of

the root of the problem...

Another one, Leo.

What's going on, Leo?

Don't shoot the messenger.

Out with it.

- Bobby Stax is getting out.

- What?

That scumbag

can't be getting out.

I just got the word.

He's doing 8 years.

It's not possible.

I wanted to tell you

before somebody else did.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Okay.

Hey, Dopey,

remember what I said:

Get a real job.

Father in heaven,

we praise your name

for all who have finished their

life loving and trusting you,

for the example of their lives,

the life and the grace

you gave them,

and the peace

in which they rest,

we praise you today

for your servant Roberto

and for all that you did

through him.

May the peace of the Lord

be with you, brother,

and may the peace of the Lord

be with all gathered here today.

Are you staying?

His life was useless.

G, he was your father.

His life and the life

are useless.

Now is not the time.

It was never the time.

I'm leaving tonight.

I love you.

Me too, kid.

What's this all about?

Roberto Zarra. He was blown up

tonight outside his house.

F*** Roberto Zarra.

He's nothing to me.

Do you deny that we found these

in the trunk of your car?

Where's my f***in' lawyer?

You're gonna die, Bobby!

You're dead! You hear me?

You're dead!

There you go, girls.

There you go.

Here you are.

It's all right.

Rodney, take care of them,

you hear?

- Where the hell you been?

- Looking for a parking spot.

They called us already.

Where the hell have you been?

- Okay, so I think we gotta...

- Listen!

I'll tell you what to think.

I'm gonna lay it out for you

so you can do your job.

It's a bullshit DUI.

I had a few drinks

and got behind a wheel.

I mean, I live

a few blocks away.

Who the f*** can afford a cab

these days, you know?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, of course.

On the way home,

some f***ing boy

runs out in front of the car

in the middle of the road,

chasing after a f***ing ball.

Ain't gonna be no pro athlete.

I would assume not.

You broke his arm and leg.

It was an honest mistake,

you know?

And I got my girl...

Connie, get your ass over here.

I'm comin', babe.

She'll testify that I was

with her, right, babe?

Of course, babe.

Holy sh*t.

Wait, you got what I said?

Believe this sh*t?

We get it, the kid's hurt,

but not this bad.

Probably an insurance job.

Probably just dressed the kid up

and propped him up in a chair.

- I mean, a soccer ball?

- Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Let's move this along now.

Sorry, Your Honor.

State of New Jersey

v. Piscano.

Are you prepared

to enter a plea?

Yes, Your Honor.

Hey, what the f*** you doing?

Your Honor, my client here

may very well look like

an exemplary citizen,

but, in fact, he's a drunk.

Womanizer.

He's an a**hole,

to be honest with you.

So we plead no contest,

Your Honor.

All right.

Sentencing on the 28th.

You son of a b*tch!

I'm come after you!

You ain't no f***in' lawyer,

and I ain't paying you sh*t!

You keep your money,

you lose my number,

and you get yourself

a new lawyer.

- Have a good day.

- Yeah, take care.

Hey, G man!

I got one for you.

- Vanessa Andreoli?

- Yeah, it isn't pretty.

Yeah, I can't imagine why not.

You should make this

a priority.

You're the best.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

I'm looking for

an older gentleman,

helps the less fortunate

and thinks he's James Cagney.

You know anyone

around here like that?

Mr. Hero!

You've been missed.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Where's the old man?

You know your uncle.

He's either on the boat

or up with those pigeons.

If you see him, you don't

say anything to him, okay?

I want it to be a surprise.

- My lips are sealed.

- Thanks, Leo.

There you go, guys.

There you are.

Well, look at you.

Two years and you finally

come to see your uncle.

I'm sorry. I...

Yeah, I know.

Busy becoming a lawyer.

No reason to forget family.

Maybe you're ashamed.

Never be ashamed

of where you come from.

Uncle Tony, it's not like that.

Never seems to be enough time.

Time? You make time.

Family.

That's what counts.

Hell, you know that.

It's bred in you.

Prince Gaetano.

Come here.

- I miss you, I miss you.

- I missed you too.

Say, remember your little blue

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