pleasure for evermore.
In sure and certain hope
of the resurrection and eternal life...
through our Lord
Jesus Christ...
we commend to Almighty God
our brother, William Dunne...
and we commit his body
to the ground, ;
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The Lord bless him,
keep him.
The Lord make his face
to shine upon him...
and be gracious upon him.
[Continues, Indistinct]
- Harry!
- Waste him!
- [Groaning]
- [Screaming]
[Screaming, Clamoring]
[Groaning]
[Whispering]
Harry, I didn't know it was you.
That's all right.
- Go on and get out of here.
- I'm gonna get the ambulance for you.
It'll come.
Now you go on, beat it.
If the cops take you
and I don't make it...
you'll be years
explaining this.
Harry, don't die.
- It's not over.
- Then go on.
Go on, get out of here.
Beat it.
- I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you.
- Go on!
[Honking Horn]
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Saving your ass.
Okay. Pack whatever
you can't live without.
Go to the Rock Falls Airport
and charter a plane.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
To do what an old friend
asked me to do...
knock 'em dead.
[Harry On Tape]
Did I mention the pit?
Yeah, that's the gravel pit.
It's owned by Patrovita.
You get an invitation,
don't go.
Bustirrocks is only some
of what goes on out there.
 [Rock]
We got company.
Which way?
I don't see nothir.
I can't get no 
Satisfaction 
I can't get no
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
- I can't get no
- [Groaning]
When I'm drivirin my car 
And a man
comes on the radio
He's telling me
more and more 
- About some useless information 
- Billy, outside! Let's go!
Supposed to fire
my imagination 
I can't get no 
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey 
That's what I say 
I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no 
Satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try
And I try, and I try
I can't get no
I can't get no
- When I'm watchir my TV
- [Groans]
And a man
comes on and tells me
How white my shirts
can be 
But he can't be a man
'Cause he doesn't smoke
the same...
[Shouts]
[Gunfire]
[Gunfire Continues]
[Groans]
[Brakes Hissing]
What exactly happened here
is unclear.
Police speculate, based on the amount
of heroin and money found on the scene...
this may be the result
of a brewing mob war.
Mob war my ass!
Brenner!
We don't know where
the son of a bitch is.
Let's hope
he's not alive.
From the looks of that mess,
I'd say he was dead.
I think he's right.
Don't think, pray!
If he's still alive,
you're not!
Oh, shit!
- Let's get him before he gets us! The elevators!
- Give me an extra clip.
- You! Stick around.
- [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
[Bell Dings]
Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it!
[Bell Dings]
Eh?
- [Bell Dings]
- [Indistinct Chatter]
[Bell Dings]
[Bell Dings]
[Bell Dings]
- [Bell Dings]
- [Clattering]
What?
- [Man Shouts]
- Move!
[Indistinct Shouting]
Get down!
[Groans]
[Shouts, Groans]
- Shit!
- [Shouts]
He got me!
[Shouting]
[Whimpers]
Oh, shit!
[Indistinct Chatter]
- Come on.!
- [Grunts]
Come on.!
[Muttering]
Fuck!
- [Gun Clicks]
- Damn it!
[Yelling]
Oh, damn it!
- Come on!
- Get the son of a bitch!
Come on, man.!
Just you and me.!
Come on.!
Show yourself!
- Now what?
- Call the cops.
- What?
- Call the fucking cops!
[Groaning]
For God's sakes, let it...
[Groans]
[Cocks Weapon]
[Baxter Sobbing]
- [Shouting]
- [Gun Clicking]
[Sobs]
Kaminski?
This must be what they mean
by "poetic justice."
This is... isn't what you think.
I'm with the