A FINGER
AT THE RUSSIANS, THE CUBANS,
SOME GODDAMN HOODLUMS
OR INDUSTRIALISTS-
MAYBE THROW US
IN A WORLD WAR, CIVIL WAR.
SURE I ACCEPTED IT.
I GOT INTERESTS IN THIS COUNTRY.
INTERESTS IN THIS COUNTRY?
YEAH, INTERESTS. BUT DON'T THINK
I FELL FOR THE ARNOLD THEORY.
I'VE BEEN A HUNTER ALL MY LIFE.
I KNOW THE BEST OF THEM.
AND THE BEST
HAVE TROUBLE WITH ONE SHOT
OF THE KIND THAT KILLED TIM.
LET ALONE THREE.
AND THEN ARNOLD
GETTING IT FROM JOE DIAMOND,
THE PLUMP SALOON KEEPER,
WHILE ARNOLD'S HANDCUFFED
TO DETECTIVES SURROUNDED
BY 75 ROOKIES.
THAT'S WHAT I MEAN, PA.
WE NEED HELP IN THIS.
HELP? LIKE WHO?
THE C.I.A.? THEY SMUGGLE
MY CIGARS FROM HAVANA,
THAT'S WHAT THEY DO.
IMPORT, EXPORT.
AND THE F.B.I.'S GOOD
FOR CHASING RUNAWAYS.
FUCKING F.B.I. GAVE
THE COMMISSION ITS INFORMATION
IN THE FIRST PLACE, REMEMBER?
THIS AIN'T THE FORTIES ANYMORE.
IT'S A WHOLE NEW BALL GAME.
WE GOTTA BE PIONEERS, SON.
WE GOTTA FACE THAT
WE'RE ALONE IN THE WILDERNESS.
WE GOT WHAT THE PIONEERS HAD,
ALL THEY HAD.
- THE FAMILY.
- THE FAMILY UNIT.
GOD BLESSED YOU, GODDAMN IT,
WITH THE BEST OF FAMILIES.
MY INTERNATIONAL VICE PRESIDENT,
JOHN CERRUTI,
HAS FILES ON THE HIGH AND MIGHTY
AND THE LOW AND ORNERY...
THAT MAKE THE C.I.A. RECORD
LOOK LIKE THE CORNER NEWSSTAND.
INFORMATION'S POWER. AND NOW
WE'RE GONNA USE IT TO GET
TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS THING.
THEN WE GO TO THE PRESIDENT
AND CONGRESS, AS A FAMILY UNIT.
AND RUB THEIR FUCKING NOSES
IN THE DIRT THAT KILLED MY SON.
NOW, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED.
OH, AND BY THE WAY,
YOU WON'T NEED THE VET.
THE VET?
YEAH, THE VET FOR COCOA.
YOUR MOTHER PASSED OUT
LAST NIGHT AND SMOTHERED
THE MUTT IN HER SLEEP.
- OH, NO.
- YEAH.
SLEEPS WITH THE GODDAMN DOG.
CRAZY WOMAN. NOW MOVE!
I'M SORRY, MOM.
YOU STINK, PA!
YOU STINK!
CAPTAIN HELLER
DIED TWO YEARS AGO...
IN THE VIRGIN ISLANDS
OF A HEART ATTACK.
SO MILES WAS EITHER DUPED
OR DUPED YOU WITH A PHONY.
AND YOUR WIG-MAKER FRIEND
JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW.
POLICE SAY SUICIDE,
'CAUSE VANDALS
WRECKED HIS BUSINESS.
SIT DOWN.
NO, THANKS.
NOW, WHERE DO WE START?
LOOKS LIKE
WE'VE ALREADY STARTED.
WE GOT THREE NAMES AT THE TOP.
FLETCHER, CASPER JR.,
AND Z.K. DAWSON.
DAWSON'S THE BIG ONE.
ONE OF THE RICHEST COCKSUCKERS
IN THE U.S.A.
CHRIST. THIS TAKES ME BACK.
YEAH, THERE IT IS.
TIM AND ME IN THE PRIMARIES.
DAWSON WAS UP AGAINST US,
PUSHING US HARD.
YOU WERE JUST A KID.
SPENT A LOT OF MONEY
IN THAT STATE.
I MEAN, OVER-THE-COUNTER,
UNDER-THE-TABLE, TUCKED-INTO-
A-BOX-OF-CIGARS MONEY.
SHIT, PUT OUT 9,700
PRIMARY-DAY WORKERS ALONE.
MOST GORGEOUS TV COMMERCIAL
YOU EVER SAW.
TIM LEADING TANKS TO LIBERATE
THE HESS SECTOR IN GERMANY.
GEEZ, HE LOOKED GREAT.
AH, MADE A BIG NOISE
IN THAT SHITTY LITTLE STATE.
GOT 53 MOVIE STARS
TO TURN OUT.
AND, UH,
ALL THAT TIME AND...
AFTER AND...
BEFORE AND DURING.
EVERYTHING I DID,
EVERY DIME I SPENT,
EVERY THREAT I MADE,
I WAS JUST LEADING TIM
FURTHER ALONG THE ROAD...
TO MEET THAT BULLET.
- IT SOUNDS LIKE THAT'S
JUST WHAT YOU WERE DOING, PA.
- WHAT?
LEADING TIM ALONG.
LISTEN, KID. WE FIND THE KILLERS
OF YOUR BROTHER AND YOU'LL BE
A HERO LIKE HE WAS.
A FUCKING LEGEND.
- I DON'T WANNA BE A LEGEND.
- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANNA BE,
A GODDAMNED PIANO PLAYER?
MAYBE, BUT I'M NOT VERY GOOD.
- YOU STINK. YOU'RE LOUSY.
- I KNOW THAT.
YOU KNOW THAT?
YOU AIN'T A PIANO PLAYER,
YOU AIN'T AN ARTIST.
YOU GOT NO BUSINESS SENSE,
NO POLITICAL SENSE.
WHAT THE HELL
DO YOU WANT ANYWAY?
WHERE ARE YOUR VALUES IN LIFE?
I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW.
DO YOU GET LAID?
- I ASK YOU, DO YOU GET LAID?
- YEAH.
YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES
YOUR BROTHER GOT LAID
IN OFFICE?
- WHAT ARE YOU,
THE NATIONAL INQUIRER?
- ONE THOUSAND SEVENTY-TWO.
AND WITH A SCHEDULE LIKE HIS.
MAYBE POLITICS
DON'T TURN ME ON.
YOUR BROTHER WAS A GIANT.
YOU'LL BE THE SAME. YOU WATCH.
NOW, I SET UP A MEETING
WITH YOU AND Z.K. DAWSON.
HE'LL LIE OF COURSE.
BUT YOU'LL GET