CHICAGO 1956
To the naked eye,
﻿a suit appears to consist of two parts:
﻿a jacket and trousers.
﻿But those two seemingly solid parts
﻿are composed of four different fabrics.
﻿Cotton, silk, mohair and wool.
﻿And those four fabrics are cut into 38 separate pieces.
﻿The process of sizing, forming,
﻿conjoining those pieces
﻿requires no fewer than 228 steps.
﻿So the first step is measurement.
﻿But "measurement" doesn't mean,
﻿uh, just reaching for your tape.
﻿"So many inches here, so many inches there."
﻿No. no, no.
﻿You cannot make something good
﻿until you understand who you're making it for.
﻿All clothing says something.
I've had gentlemen walking to me, my shop and post.
﻿"Oh, I don't care about what I learned."
﻿And assuming that's true,
doesn't that say something, too?
﻿So, who is your customer?
﻿And what are you trying to say about him?
﻿A man walks through your door.
﻿what about him can you observe?
Good morning.
Is he timid,
﻿hunched over like a midday clock?
﻿Or does he stand with confidence,
﻿spine at six and twelve.
﻿Is this a man of springtime pastel,
﻿clamoring to be noticed?
﻿Or is this a ma of gray and brown,
b﻿lending into the hurried crowd?
﻿Is this a man comfortable in his station?
﻿Or does he pine for grander things?
﻿And who would this man like to be?
﻿And who is he underneath?
﻿Take your measure...
﻿...and when you understand who he is...
﻿Mr. Boyle
﻿...then you're ready to begin.
﻿Knock, knock..
﻿-Hmm. -How's business, English?
﻿ Evening, sirs.
﻿-Oh, wow. It’s a nice one. -Mm-hmm.
﻿ Yeah, that's really nice.
﻿You making that for my pops?
﻿Not this one.
﻿You're making those fine threads for somebody else? Who?
﻿Master Richie, you know I can't talk about my gentlemen.
﻿Huh. Is that what we are? Your gentlemen.
﻿Whoa, get a load of English.
﻿Keeping his lips shut tight.
﻿-Your father was here. -Oh, yeah?
﻿Uh... yesterday.
﻿He said your business
﻿is undergoing some manner of expansion.
﻿He said I should plan on making you a new suit to celebrate.
﻿Francis, what do you think? New threads?
﻿Long as we're here?
﻿-Not tonight. -Hey, come on. We got time.
﻿Not tonight.
﻿Oh, shit.
﻿Is that from the Outfit?
﻿English, do me a favor.
﻿Why don't you, uh, go up front.
﻿check on your secretary for me, all right?
﻿Will you excuse me, gentlemen.
﻿It's the Outfit, man.
﻿It's his brass ring right here.
﻿Right, go ahead, open it up. See what it says.
﻿Any mail?
﻿Do you want to talk about it?
﻿The mail?
﻿That they gave you the boot.
﻿What's in the box?
﻿That one's mine.
﻿Let's have a look.
Okay.
﻿No, no, let me guess.
﻿Uh, the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Mm-mm.
﻿I've never understood the appeal.
﻿All it does is lean.
﻿The Eiffel Tower?
﻿I already have that.
﻿Well, then I give up.
﻿What is that?
﻿I'll show you.
﻿ Ah-ha.
﻿I feel at home again.
Isn't it beautiful?
﻿It's a clock.
﻿Unlike some of us, I've never seen it in person.
﻿In person, it’s still a clock.
﻿On the banks of the Thames.
﻿-You've seen clocks in Chicago? -Yes, of course, but...
﻿They look startlingly similar in London.
Okay
﻿I will never understand you.
﻿ Well, you will never be a-a dashing gentleman
﻿of a certain age.
You've been all over the world.
﻿You could have a shop anywhere you like.
﻿And yet you're here.
﻿What's wrong with here?
﻿I can think of a few things.
﻿Some things one finds everywhere, dear.
﻿So it doesn't terribly much matter where I am.
﻿I have me shears.
﻿What else does a man need besides his shears?
﻿And I have you.
﻿Not forever.
﻿Ah, yes.
﻿Ben awaits.
﻿One way or another...
﻿...I'm getting out of here.
﻿To London?
﻿To London.
﻿And Madrid.
﻿-And Barcelona. -Mm.
﻿And Morocco.
﻿And to Paris.
﻿You know what'd make it happen a lot sooner?
﻿A map?
﻿A raise. Please.
﻿I best go see if Master Richie needs me.
Ah.
﻿Speak of the devils.
﻿What's that now?
﻿Just an expression, sirs.
Excuse me.
﻿I meant no offense.
﻿See you tomorrow.
﻿T horologist's apprentice popped in yesterday.
﻿He's awfully nice
What'd he... uh, who-who?
﻿From down the street.
﻿He's ever so handsome.
﻿Are you... trying to get me go on a date
﻿with the guy who works at the watch shop?
﻿He's an apprentice to the horologist.
﻿The one with the little mustache?
﻿Yes, like Errol Flynn.
﻿I do not need, you telling me who to date.
﻿I didn't mean it like that.
﻿You meant it like, "I saw you smiling at Richie Boyle earlier
﻿"and now I'm petrified
﻿that you're running with a bad batch."
﻿Those men may be customers,
﻿but they are not gentlemen.
﻿Could've fooled me in those nice clothes you make for 'em.
﻿If we only allowed angels to be customers,
﻿soon we'd have no customers at all.
﻿Do we let all of our customers keep lockboxes in back?
﻿It was you who was smiling at him.
﻿I've spent my entire life
﻿around animals like Richie Boyle.
﻿You want to get him to back off.
﻿you look him dead in the eyes
﻿and you pretend you're one of 'em
﻿You don't need me worrying after you.
﻿-That’s right. -You can take care of yourself.
﻿You're not my...
﻿-You know. -I do.
﻿My father was a shit, so y-y-y...
﻿Take that as a compliment.
﻿I will.
I know...
that you hope that I'll start loving this
﻿-the way that you do. -No. I don't.
﻿-I don’t. -That I'll train...
﻿learn the craft.
﻿One day maybe even take over the shop.
﻿But I don't want that. I don't want your life.
﻿You're entitled to your own.
﻿-I am. You're a smart young woman.
﻿who's going to take herself
﻿-far away from here. -I will.
﻿And when I go, I just don't want you to be all alone.
﻿I don't need you looking after me either.
﻿After all, you're not my, you know.
﻿Fair enough.
﻿Now, if you want that raise,
﻿first you have to learn what a bloody square looks like.
﻿We gotta find the keys.
﻿Uh...
They were right here.
﻿And... what did I do with them?
Well, that's what they say
﻿Hey. What's this book do, by the way?
﻿I always wondered what this was.
﻿Richie,
Don't touch anything.
﻿Hey.
﻿Mm.
﻿-I just said don't touch anything. -These are gorgeous.
﻿Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He likes things the way that he likes them.
﻿ Okay.
﻿What a fucking buster, huh?
He cares about what he does,
﻿and that's why he's the best at it.
﻿ Yeah.
﻿Like... somebody else I know.
﻿Hmm.
﻿What is that? Are you fucking with me?
﻿What?
﻿I said, are you fucking with me?
﻿-Like, are you making fun? Huh? -No.
﻿-No, Richie, baby. -'Cause I'm no goddamn joke.
﻿I'm not making fun. I'm not making fun.
﻿Come here.
﻿Baby, what's wrong?
﻿-Did he do something? -Did who do something?
﻿Francis. Did he do something again?
﻿Fuck Francis.
﻿-He ain't family. -I know.
﻿ Hmm.
﻿-He ain't even Irish. -I know.
﻿He thinks we got a rat.
﻿-Okay. -Yeah.
﻿Somebody leaking to the La Fontaines.
﻿Who?
﻿Doesn't fucking matter.
﻿-He's paranoid. All right? -All right.
﻿And he's been telling my pops for months.
﻿My pops fucking listens, too.
﻿"Hey, Francis, you know, he's so smart.
﻿You can really learn a thing or two from that kid."
Baby, you're the number two.
﻿Your pops listens to you.
﻿Don't worry about Francis.
﻿Who cares about Francis?
﻿You think I don't know what Francis did for my pops? Hmm?
﻿You think I haven't heard about it
﻿a thousand fucking times?
﻿Six marbles. I fucking get it.
﻿But that's only 'cause I wasn’t there.
﻿'Cause if I had been there,
﻿-that would've been me. -Would’ve been you.
﻿You know that, right?
﻿Francis thinks he can make moves with my pops,
﻿my fucking pops,
﻿without me.
﻿Fuck was that?
﻿I don't...
Shut up.
﻿Okay. Sorry.
﻿Geez.
﻿I don't want to wake him up.
﻿Hey.
﻿-Looking for these? -That's where...
﻿You know what I like about you?
﻿What?
﻿You're going places.
﻿Goddamn right I'm going places.
﻿Mm.
﻿-Whoa. -Out that door.
﻿Whoa, whoa.
Step two is drawing.
﻿Arnd for some, this can be the most purely enjoyable step.
﻿You're only just exploring.
﻿But I will caution you to heed your patterns.
﻿They're there for a reason.
﻿This isn't art.
﻿This is a craft.
We can talk about shocking originality later.
﻿The point now...
﻿...is skill.
﻿Your patterns, your proven forms,
﻿they aren't your enemies.
﻿They're the only friends you have.
﻿Shh!
﻿-Motherfuckers! -Quiet.
﻿-Fucking dead! -Quiet.
﻿Yeah, back up, back up.
﻿-What's going on? -Is anybody else here?
﻿Please, sirs, I don't want any trouble
Is anybody else here?
No, no, no, sir.
﻿All right, back room.
﻿Move, move, move. Come on.
Let’s go.
﻿We got ya. Don't worry.
﻿Come on, English.
﻿All right.
﻿-All right. -Shit. shit.
﻿-All right, get the coat, get the coat. Come on. -Shit.
﻿Fuck!
Shit.
﻿Come on, help me lift him.
﻿Come on.
All right.
Fuck.
Fuck
﻿Fuck. Shit.
﻿Fuck.
﻿-Fuck. -Grab some of that fabric.
﻿hold it, hold it up here against the wound.
﻿Ah! Fuck! Fucking hurts!
﻿It hurts because there's a hole in your stomach.
﻿Do you remember why there's a hole in your stomach?
﻿There's a hole in your stomach because back there,
﻿when it was time for you to pull the trigger, you froze.
﻿-Fuck you. -Yeah, fuck me later.
﻿Right, now,shut up.
﻿English, I need you to listen carefully.
﻿There are a thousand blue boys out there
﻿hunting for this, and if they find it, I start shooting.
﻿You follow? Making matters worse.
﻿there are a thousand racket boys out there
﻿hunting for it, too, and if they find it.
﻿they start shooting. You follow?
﻿-I think he fucking gets it. -Shut up.
﻿Let me hear it.
﻿Uh, there's, there's a thousand people
looking for that briefcase.
﻿It would be safest all around if none of 'em get it.
﻿Good man.
﻿Keep the pressure on.
﻿Are you calling my pops?
﻿Hey, prick!
﻿You fucking prick. Fuck.
﻿Boss, the La Fontaines jumped us.
﻿The whole crew was waiting.
﻿They knew when we were gonna be there... "
﻿-Fuck. -...they knew what we had with us,
﻿they knew where we were.
﻿What have I been saying about a rat?
﻿I told you.
﻿Yeah, yeah. No. no. we still have it.
﻿Uh. no. Richie and I ran to the safest place nearby.
﻿Tailor's shop
﻿And, uh, yeah, Richie took a marble.
﻿Yeah, well, he, he's not gonna be playing for the Cubs
﻿anytime soon, but he-he'll, he'll be okay.
﻿I... He'll be okay.
﻿You want to send the doc anyway?
﻿Well, w-we, we can come.
﻿Now?
﻿All of La Fontaine's spots? That's war.
﻿Then I guess it's D-Day.
﻿-Fuck he say? -Listen to me, pal.
﻿Nobody knows where the doc is.
﻿Pops is gonna come down here himself,
﻿but it's gonna take a while.
﻿What the f... fuck is a while?
﻿-Take me home. -Pops says wait here
﻿When you got marbles in your belly, you can stay all right?
-I'm leaving. -Hey, hey.
﻿I've had marbles in my belly, remember?
﻿Six shots. Fuck you!
﻿You work for me, and I'm saying
﻿take me the fuck home!
﻿I work for your father,
﻿and your father says we stay put.
﻿Motherfuck...
﻿Fuck!
﻿He needs a doctor.
﻿Oh, you think?
﻿-Fuck! -Down here.
﻿-Move, move! -Shh!
﻿You fucking prick.
﻿-He's losing too much blood. -Push hander.
﻿The wound needs to be sealed.
﻿Oh, are you a doctor now, too?
﻿-I was in the war. -At your age?
﻿The other war.
﻿Let me see.
﻿Yeah, the marble went through.
﻿I'v been in a war, too, just not the overseas kind.
Yeah.
﻿We have to stop this bleeding. He needs a hospital.
﻿Sew him up.
﻿What?
﻿You got a needle and thread around here someplace.
﻿-Not that kind. -Sew him up.
﻿I can’t. I don’t know how.
﻿Sewing skin is not the same...
﻿Sew him up.
﻿If he's bleeding internally...
Fuck.
Shh.
Fuck.
﻿What... the fuck is he doing?
﻿He's fixing you up. Stay still.
﻿No fucking way, he isn't.
﻿No, no. no. no, no, no.
﻿I think we should. uh. we-we can, um...
﻿Go on, do it quick.
﻿...come up with a different plan, yeah?
﻿ Shh.
﻿Actually, I think I'm good.
Hold him
﻿-Nuh-uh. -Fuck.
﻿If I run away, you can run after me,
﻿catch me and murder me then.
﻿-Keep your hands steady. -Get the fuck...
﻿fuck away from me both of you
﻿Right, come on.
﻿ Pull him this way.
﻿Ow! Fuck!
﻿One more.
Fuck!
﻿Fuck!
﻿Get my, get my tweezens.
﻿Scissors.
﻿Cut that.
﻿All right.
﻿Turn him over.
﻿Careful, careful.
Good boy.
﻿Scissors.
﻿He'll be okay.
﻿Stay here with Richie, wait for the boss.
﻿You're leaving?
﻿I'll be back.
﻿Take Master Richie with you.
﻿This is the safest place right now
Too many hard boys out there.
﻿You-You've been loyal customers.
﻿I depend upon you.
﻿Not once, not once have I ever asked about your business.
﻿I don't, I don’t judge.
﻿I just don't want to be involved
﻿in whatever it is you do.
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﻿English, you know exactly what it is that we do.
﻿No, sir, l-l actually don't know anything.
﻿I don't know what that is.
﻿I don't know why all these gentlemen are looking for it.
﻿And ft'hey come here, I won't be able
﻿to placate their suspicions.
﻿I’m useless to you. I'm a liability.
﻿I... I only just want to be left alone.
﻿But you're not alone, English.
﻿Like it or not, now you’re part of the family.
﻿This is a tape from a bug
﻿Oh, please, stop.
﻿Some new gizmo the Feds came up with.
﻿Records sound, like a Victrola.
﻿But you can hide it, ’cause it's only the size of a...
﻿Oh, you get it.
﻿Tjte Hoover boys planted their bug in one of our spots.
﻿But what they don't know
﻿is that we have friends in high places.
﻿Friends who could do things like
﻿smuggle us a copy of the tape.
﻿But before I could listen to it,
﻿La Fontaine's crew rolls up on us.
﻿See, we're making moves on them
﻿and if they get the tape,
﻿then they'll know how to hit back.
﻿Everybody wants this thing.
﻿So throw it away.
﻿Somebody's been ratting us out to La Fontaine.
﻿Now, somebody...
﻿helped the Feds get a bug on US.
﻿If we can listen to this thing,
﻿then we'll know where it was planted. Boom.
﻿If I can find a machine to play this tape tonight,
﻿the rat don't wake up tomorrow.
﻿Your friend, Mr. Boyle, will be here in three hours.
﻿Nobody, but me or the big man touches this.
﻿-What if the police come? -Get rid of 'em.
﻿What if these other gentlemen come?
﻿Get rid of 'em!
﻿'Cause if I get back
﻿and that tape isn't sitting right there...
﻿Welcome to the family.
﻿Master Richie.
﻿How are you feeling?
﻿Fuck you. How you think I'm feeling?
﻿English, I want to thank you.
﻿You saved my life, so...
﻿You were a stand-up guy.
﻿Water?
﻿Yeah.
Where's Francis?
﻿He, he said he had to find a way
﻿to play your tape,
﻿What do you mean, he left?
﻿Uh, something about
﻿how playing the tape would tell him, uh,
﻿who the rat is.
﻿That's what you call it, isn't it?
﻿-A rat? -Hmm.
﻿Francis told you that?
﻿Mm.
﻿Well, it sounds like it's been a long night.
﻿-For us all. -Yeah.
﻿S-Slowly with that.
﻿I got it. ’
﻿Who would do such a thing to your family?
﻿After everything your father's done for this neighborhood.
﻿My pops is this fucking neighborhood.
﻿Indeed.
﻿When I first came to Chicago,
﻿all I had to me name was a set of shears.
﻿Your father, did you know he was my very first customer?
﻿Very first.
﻿Yeah, I remember that.
﻿Yeah.
﻿Pops was excited.
﻿He, uh...
﻿came home one day saying, you know,
﻿"There's a new tailor in town."
﻿-Did he? -Yeah, "Right from England."
﻿It was a very warm welcome, I tell you.
﻿Yeah.
﻿Much appreciated,
﻿Pops loves all that fancy stuff, you know.
﻿-He does. He's got good taste. -Mm-hrnm.
﻿You know that he... he taught me how to tie a tie
﻿for the first time when I was four.
﻿-No. -Mm-hmm.
﻿Four?
﻿hat was he always saying? Uh...
﻿"A well-tied tie is the, uh,
﻿first serious step in life, kid.”
﻿Some shit like that.
﻿-Wilde. -Mm, fucking crazy, fight?
﻿No. that's a quote.
﻿Oscar Wilde.
﻿Yeah, I don't know him,
﻿But see, that's probably why my pops likes you, though.
﻿You know, he's into all that quoting fancy people shit
﻿So, who do you think it is?
﻿Who do I think is who?
﻿This Judas who's betrayed your family.
﻿I don't know.
﻿I'll wager
﻿a clever young man like yourself
﻿must have some suspicions.
﻿Someone close to the family, perhaps, but, but not family.
﻿I have something I need to tell you, Master Richie.
﻿Okay.
﻿I feel terrible.
I never imagined.
﻿things would get so out of control.
﻿That anyone would be harmed,
﻿much less yourself,
﻿or... or God forbid, your father.
﻿But...
﻿The fuck are you talking about, English?
﻿I... I have to tell...
﻿I have to tell you...
﻿Spit it out.
﻿I'm the rat.
﻿I've been selling information to your enemies.
﻿And I let the Federal Bureau of Investigation
﻿plant their bug... here.
﻿Holy shit, you had me.
﻿You fucking had me.
﻿I almost fucking shot you.
I felt it.
﻿I made you laugh.
﻿It's a hell of a thing to joke about,
﻿Well, it's the best medicine, you know.
﻿It is.
﻿Can you imagine, huh?
﻿You.. the rat?
﻿Wait a minute.
﻿What do you mean by that?
﻿What do you mean, what do I mean?
﻿You couldn't be the rat.
﻿I absolutely could be the rat.
﻿-Not a chance. -Why not?
﻿Why? 'Cause look at you.
﻿What about me?
﻿Nah, uh-uh.
﻿You're just a fucking tailor.
﻿I'm not a tailor.
﻿I'm a cutter.
﻿-Sorry. -A tailor sews on buttons
﻿and hems trousers.
﻿Anyone with a needle and thread and 15 minutes can be a tailor.
﻿I studied for decades to be a cutter.
﻿I used to cut on the Row.
﻿-Fuck is "the Row"? -Savile Row.
﻿Where's that, North Addison?
﻿It's in London.
﻿A quarter of a mile in which
﻿the greatest craftsmen in the world
﻿all ply their trade.
﻿I apprenticed there for years before they allowed me...
...to open my own shop.
﻿-Why'd you come here, then? -The war.
﻿What, Krauts bomb your place?
﻿Worse. They're called blue jeans.
﻿After the war
﻿things were quite poor in England.
﻿Not a lot of men could afford well-made things,
﻿so these blue jeans became all the rage.
﻿Well, times change, pal.
﻿Blue jeans are the fashion now.
﻿This James Dean of yours makes one picture
﻿and blue jeans are the fashion.
﻿Soon he'll make another,
﻿something else will become papular.
﻿These fashionable things, they don't last.
﻿The things I make.
﻿-like that suit of yours... -Mm.
﻿...it's timeless.
﻿So you thought that a bunch of fancy-pants in England
﻿couldn't appreciate the finer things.
﻿so you came to Chicago?
﻿Wow. You must fucking love Red Hots.
﻿I came to a place that isn't weighed down...
﻿...with bitter history.
﻿And, yes,
﻿Red Hots are delicious.
﻿I do hope your cousin's all right.
﻿My cousin?
﻿-How is he? -Awake.
﻿But...
﻿Francis ain't my goddamn cousin.
﻿He's not?
﻿ But what?
﻿What's the matter with him?
﻿Come on, spit it out.
﻿My pops can see the mangiest mutt on the street,
﻿and if he's got teeth sharp enough,
﻿he'll be eating with us at the dinner table.
﻿He's lost a lot of blood.
﻿He's probably light in the head.
﻿Where did Francis say he was going exactly?
﻿Oh, no, you can't think he has anything to do with this.
﻿It's not my place to speak ill of Master Richie.
﻿but he keeps going on about this rat you mentioned.
﻿What about the rat?
﻿He said before, he was the one looking for the rat.
﻿Why would he place himself in charge of looking for the rat
﻿if he was the rat himself?
﻿So he told you all that,
﻿but he didn't tell you where he was going?
﻿"I know who the rat is," he says.
﻿"Francis thinks he can pull one over on me."
﻿-Who, me? -Well.
﻿He keeps fiddling with your briefcase
﻿-What did he do to the case? -Nothing.
﻿He left the case in there.
﻿If I was the rat...
﻿...and try as I might. I can't seem to convince you
﻿that I am...
﻿.. well, I'd wait to burn that thing straightaway.
﻿So, you see, you've nothing to fear from your friend Francis.
﻿He's family.
﻿Well, almost.
﻿I haven't left him.
﻿Till now.
English, get the door.
﻿Oh, I'm just peachy, yeah.
﻿How you feeling?
﻿I didn’t get shot in the stomach earlier,
﻿so, you know, not bad.
﻿Lucky, isn't it?
﻿All those bullets flying around, but the La Fontaines,
﻿they didn't land a single one on you, hmm?
﻿Not luck, Richie. It's, um...
﻿...it's skill.
﻿I guess I was too slow.
﻿So where you been?
﻿Made some calls.
﻿I checked in with a hi-fi shop, owes us a favor.
﻿They got a machine that can play the tape.
﻿I'm, I'm gonna go over with it this minute.
﻿So you want to take the tape?
﻿Yeah. Pronto.
﻿-Why don’t I go with you. -No, no.
﻿You're in no shape to be out there.
﻿So you want to walk out of here with this tape alone?
﻿-Is that right? -That's right.
﻿I'll tell you what.
﻿Just wait for my pops to get here, you know?
﻿Then we can all listen to the tape together.
﻿We don't have time.
﻿-What's the big rush? -Every second the rat is alive
﻿is another second that your father is in danger.
﻿Gentlemen
﻿If I know your father, Master Richie,
﻿your father would want you both to take a deep breath.
﻿Now... glad you saitd that.
﻿Hmm?
﻿My father.
﻿My father, Francis.
﻿It's my father who's in danger not yours.
﻿I love your father like he was my own
﻿and I'm trying to help him.
﻿See, wasn't your father
﻿selling fucking tomatoes down on State Street
﻿before he died from a lifetime of being nothing to nobody?
﻿Huh?
﻿So, maybe me and my pops don't need your fucking help.
﻿You ever think of that?
﻿I'm gonna need that tape, pal, right now.
﻿Why don't you try and take it.
﻿Not tonight. Now give me the tape.
﻿Really, Francis, I mean, what's the, uh,
﻿what's the rush?
﻿I mean, really,my pops will be here any minute.
﻿Unless you don't want my pops listening to this tape.
﻿What are you talking about?
﻿Huh?
﻿Why don’t you want my pops
﻿listening to this tape, Francis'?
﻿I said, give me the fucking tape.
﻿Ooh.
﻿Now who's too fucking slow?
﻿Richie, for your own good, for the good of your father.
﻿I'm gonna take that tape now and I'm gonna leave.
﻿If you touch me again...
﻿Think you're so fucking smart.
﻿-Careful. -.Hmm?
﻿-Smarter than everyone. -Careful, Master Richie.
-﻿Careful. -Eh?
﻿You fucking...
﻿Where's the tape, Francis?
﻿You must be out of your mind to point that gun at me.
﻿-Gentlemen. -Stop playing games, Richie.
﻿Where'd you put the tape?
﻿-What was your plan? -Did you hide it to try
﻿and trick me into confessing something?
﻿'Cause that is somehow
﻿the dumbest thing you've done all day.
﻿ Mm, Always wanted to be the big man, didn't you?
﻿No selling tomatoes for you. No. no. no.
﻿You don't want to work for my pops.
﻿You want to fucking be him.
﻿I owe everything to that man.
﻿Well, guess what.
﻿As long as me and him are around,
﻿you ain't never gonna be number one.
﻿There's no need for this fighting.
﻿You slimy fuck, I had you pegged from day one.
﻿You know that?
﻿From the second I first laid eyes on you, I said,
﻿"Who the fuck is this son of a bitch?"
﻿He ain't family.
﻿No, I'm the guy who took six marbles
﻿to save your father's life because family wasn't there.
﻿Yeah, fuck you!
﻿-I run this crew. -No, your pops runs this crew.
﻿And I spend half of every day cleaning up your messes.
﻿You want to see me make a mess?
﻿Damn it, Richie. Why'd you make me do that?
﻿These are the last words you're gonna hear,
﻿so I hope you remember them in hell.
﻿You didn’t die because you're dumb,
﻿because you're arrogant or because you're slow.
﻿It was because you're weak.
﻿You killed him.
﻿You really pay attention, don't you?
﻿-Where did Richie put the tape? -I've no idea.
﻿Maybe you could explain what happened.
﻿ To God Almighty?
﻿ No, to Mr. Boyle.
﻿There's a difference?
﻿He had to hide it in here somewhere.
﻿You brought a man in here injured.
﻿Perhaps he didn't survive his wounds.
He's missing half his goddamned head.
﻿On the phone, I told his father he'd be fine.
﻿When a mistake has been made...
﻿...I've always found it best to simply be up-front about it.
﻿English, I didn't cut the boss's pants too short.
﻿I shot his son in the face.
﻿Shit.
﻿That's the man's Caddy.
﻿-Let's explain... -Open the trunk.
﻿-What? -Open the trunk and-and grab his arms.
﻿What you gonna do with him?
﻿Grab his goddamned arms or else I'm hiding two bodies.
﻿Go. Get the door.
﻿Take your sweet time bringing him back here.
﻿I need to clean this up.
﻿I don't know anything about lying.
﻿Subterfuge.
﻿You don't' know how to say one thing
﻿when you mean something else?
﻿I thought you were English.
﻿Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.
﻿-You're in one piece? -Mm.
﻿I'm not gonna forget what you're doing for my crew,
﻿my family, tonight.
﻿I'm at your service, sir.
﻿Where are the boys?
﻿Are we quite all in one piece, sir?
﻿Oh, it's not mine.
﻿We had to make a few stops on the way.
﻿Where are the boys?
﻿Boss.
﻿You all right?
﻿You must have made it through some hell.
﻿Hey, nothing I haven't seen before.
First you save my life and then you save my son's.
﻿One of these days, I'll have to find a way to repay you.
﻿Hey, y-you been to see La Fontaine?
﻿Got a few hard boys still out there
﻿leaving calling cards.
﻿Ah, the numbers game at the Green Dragon?
﻿There ain't no more numbers game
﻿at the Green Dragon.
﻿Now it's a nice warm bonfire.
﻿Couple of Chicago's bravest
﻿running around with squirt pistols.
﻿-Glad you're keeping them busy. -Where's Richie?
﻿Oh, I... I thought he was with you.
﻿-Why would he be with me? -Well, he...
﻿he-he went out to find you.
﻿Find me? Why?
﻿Hey, you know how Richie is.
﻿You let my son walk out of here with a marble in his gut?
﻿Let him?
﻿You know, Richie does what Richie does, right?
﻿That's why you're there to protect him.
﻿Well, he was doing okay. E-English here patched him up.
﻿Tell the boss what you did.
﻿I did, I did what I could.
﻿And then Richie just strolled out of here?
﻿Well, you... yeah, he walked on two feet
﻿and, uh, yeah, he left.
﻿Okay. Grab the tape and let's go find him.
﻿Richie took it with.
﻿I'm sorry, I think I misheard you.
﻿Well, he said he was gonna bring you the tape.
﻿He told me to stay here.
﻿You didn’t think maybe you should've gone with him?
﻿It's Richie, boss.
﻿He...
﻿Right? The man has something to prove,
﻿and I figured the best thing in this situation
﻿was to stay right here in, uh, in case you turned up.
﻿You figured wrong.
﻿Where exactly did he go?
﻿Well, he didn't give me an itinerary.
﻿Phone?
﻿It's Roy. Is Richie there?
﻿Well, then go check. Now.
﻿You're positive? He hasn't been there all night?
﻿Well, check with our North Side friends. I'll wait.
﻿Damn it.
﻿All right I'm at the tailor's,
﻿I want you to call me back here
﻿every 15 minutes with an update.
﻿You understand?
﻿Every quarter hour.
Uh-huh.
﻿Uh-huh.
﻿Everything good, boss?
﻿Not a single thing is good.
﻿My boy is missing, the tape is missing,
﻿and there are m-re blue boys on those streets
﻿than at the St. Paddy's Day Parade:
﻿-Let's go find him like you said. -Where?
﻿Everywhere.
﻿Hey, I don't like him being out there any more than you do.
﻿And, uh, English here's done enough.
﻿We should, uh... we should let him head home.
﻿Yeah, all right.
﻿But just you.
﻿If Richie shows up at any of our spots.
﻿they'll call here, so I'm staying here.
﻿Boss, if I go alone, um...
﻿You got a problem, Francis?
﻿No. No problem.
﻿You stay here and I'll... I’ll go find Richie.
Francis.
﻿Bring my boy back to me.
﻿It's gonna be a long night.
﻿They usually are, sir.
Some years ago.
﻿a customer comes into my shop with a suit,
﻿not one of mine
﻿The customer says, "The jacket, it's too big."
﻿It is.
﻿"The problem," I say, "is the shoulders."
﻿But the customer says, no, he likes the shoulders.
﻿The problem is the sleeves.
﻿We go back and forth.
﻿Finally, the customer says, "It's my money,
﻿and I'm telling you, cut the sleeves."
﻿So what do I do?
﻿I say, "Yes, sir," and then I cut the shoulders.
﻿The customer, he comes back, tries on his suit.
﻿"It's perfect,” he says.
﻿"That's exactly what I asked for."
﻿You learn how to do all this on the Row?
﻿Yes, sir.
﻿You get these on the Row, too?
﻿My apologies.
﻿I trained on these shears.
﻿Every cut I've made, I made with these shears.
﻿They're all I brought with me when I came to Chicago.
﻿-Please. -No, no, no, no.
﻿Oh, no, please. Please.
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﻿You never told me why you left England.
﻿It was under attack.
﻿Ah, Nazis?
﻿Worse.
﻿They're called blue jeans.
﻿I know what it's like
﻿to try to make something of yourself.
﻿Yes.
﻿Just you and your trusted tools.
﻿For example.
﻿I use this thing here to kill.
﻿I don't even know how many people.
﻿All right.
﻿I read something once
﻿about how the thing that separates
﻿man from monkeys is tools.
﻿Do you believe all that?
﻿Evolution?
﻿I don't know.
﻿But I do know that a man has a choice in this world
﻿about how he uses his tools.
﻿He can destroy or he can build.
﻿And you think I destroy.
﻿But, no. with this, I've built loyalty.
﻿I have built a crew. I've built a neighborhood.
﻿And the men I've had to kill...
﻿...well, you have to toss away a few scraps, don't you,
﻿when you're cutting a pair of pants?
﻿Have you ever heard of the Outfit?
﻿Well. I make clothes, so
﻿Oh. n-not that kind of outfit
﻿It's an organization.
﻿What, like the Rotary Club?
﻿Maybe you've heard of Al Capone?
﻿Him I've heard of.
﻿Yeah. He started it.
﻿-The Rotary Club? -The Outfit
﻿Al Capone's dead, isn't he?
﻿After he died,
﻿his organization spread out, became more of a network.
﻿Every big-time crew from Santa Monica to Coney Island
﻿Italians in the East. Jews in the West.
﻿Poles in St. Louis...
﻿even a few sons of Killarney here and there.
﻿The underworld United Nations.
﻿Anybody messes with anybody, the Outfit has your back.
﻿It's like a stamp.
﻿-"You have arrived." -And have you arrived?
﻿Almost.
﻿They've been sending us messages.
﻿saying they like our style.
﻿They're considering us,
﻿if we can finish what we started
﻿And what have you started?
﻿Putting every one of the La Fontaines in the dirt.
﻿See, the La Fontaines aren't builders.
﻿That family has been running
﻿the same numbers racket for decades.
﻿Their neighborhood, their rules.
﻿Nobody ever had the balls to move in on their operation.
﻿Until me.
﻿This tape everyone's looking for,
﻿Francis said that some powerful friends
﻿got you a copy.
﻿The Outfit, they those friends?
﻿Yeah, so you understand.
﻿That tape gets into the wrong hands.
﻿then the entire thing comes crashing down.
﻿Mr. Boyle, why are you telling me all this?
﻿Because that's Richie's coat.
﻿Is it?
﻿-It is. -Oh.
﻿Well. I suppose he must have left without it.
﻿In December?
﻿He was in a bit of a hurry.
﻿December in Chicago, and he went out without a coat?
﻿You're hiding something, my friend.
﻿And I'm trying to help you understand
﻿that even if I never find out what it is, the Outfit will.
﻿So you want to get clear of this.
﻿you need to tell me what really happened in here tonight.
﻿Now.
﻿Mr. Boyle. I'm telling you the truth.
﻿Monk!
﻿Who walks out into the cold,
﻿in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
﻿I ain’t good at riddles.
﻿English, where's my goddamn son?
﻿You got five seconds...
﻿to tell me what happened.
﻿Five, four...
﻿-...three. -He made me promise not to tell.
﻿Who? Who made you promise?
﻿He said he'd kill me if I told you.
﻿Who?
﻿Francis.
﻿Mr. Boyle... what really happened to Richie
﻿is that Francis shot
﻿Whoa.
﻿Full house tonight, huh?
﻿Mable.
﻿We got some questions about Richie?
﻿Realized I know somebody who might have some answers.
Francis, English was just about to tell me
﻿what really, happened to Richie.
﻿English said you shot somebody.
﻿Oh, yeah?
Hey, don't look at her,
﻿don't look at him, you look at me.
﻿If you tell me the truth.
﻿there isn't a gun in this town can hurt you.
﻿You are protected from him, you're protected from him.
﻿You will be warmed from the elements.
﻿But you gotta tell me the truth.
﻿What did Francis do?
﻿Francis shot...
﻿...four of La Fontaine's men
﻿earlier this evening.
﻿But Richie, he didn't shoot a single one.
﻿He said he was embarrassed.
﻿Ashamed.
﻿He said he had to go and...
﻿go and kill someone.
Kill who?
﻿La Fontaine.
﻿Richie made us promise not to tell you.
﻿He knew what he was doing was dangerous.
﻿I suppose he didn't want you to stop him.
﻿You made Richie a promise, English.
﻿-We both did. -Yes, we did.
﻿I'm sorry, Mr. Boyle.
﻿So...
﻿...where's Richie now?
﻿-You're the receptionist? -Yes.
﻿After Richie left, on the way to kill La Fontaine,
﻿I think he stopped by her place.
﻿No, he didn't.
﻿Why would he stop by the receptionist's place?
﻿-Because she's Richie's girl. -I'm not Richie's girl.
﻿-The hell you're not. -I'm not. -You're not?
﻿-I'm not -Yeah, she is.
﻿Richie likes to brag.
﻿Mr. Boyle, all I know about tonight
﻿is that, at 2:00 in the morning,
﻿this ham-handed jerk knocks on my door,
tells me I gotta come with him, and when I demur, he...
﻿When I come into her place.
﻿there's a bloodstain on the carpet.
﻿What?
﻿That's not true. That's a lie.
Stop! Stop!
﻿Come.
﻿You live close?
﻿Down the street.
﻿Lived on this block my whole life.
﻿-What's your name? -Mable.
﻿Sean.
﻿Shit.
﻿Your dad was Ryan Sean.
That's what they tell me.
﻿Did some work for me once upon a time.
﻿He's a real tough guy, your dad.
﻿Was he? I wouldn't know. He wasn't really around much.
﻿I was sorry about...
﻿well, what happened to him.
Thank you.
﻿Neighborhood's funny that way.
﻿Bad thing happens to a guy, everyone is so sorry, but...
﻿...nobody saw a thing.
﻿It was a long time ago.
﻿And this business, well...
﻿sometimes bad things happen.
﻿Mable Sean, where's my son?
﻿Like I said, I don't have the foggiest.
﻿Monk, get the coat.
﻿Mr. Boyle, may I?
﻿-You recognize this coat? -Yeah.
﻿That's Richie's coat.
And if Richie was to take off
﻿in the middle of December, with a marble in his belly.
﻿then Richie, who, let's all be honest,
﻿is not known for his planning,
﻿was probably intending on stopping somewhere close.
﻿Maybe he was just going down the street to her place.
﻿And you said you ain't good at riddles.
﻿When was the last time you saw my son?
﻿Here. Earlier today.
﻿Boss, some bastard has been ratting on us,
﻿-right? -Right.
﻿ What if that rat bastard is a girl?
﻿She could have overheard information from Richie.
﻿Pillow talk and the like.
﻿If he shows up at her place
﻿carrying the very thing that puts the finger on her,
﻿I'm, I'm just saying.
﻿We don't know who she's been ratting to
﻿or, uh, if he might have been there when Richie showed up.
﻿But you don't have to be Joe Friday
﻿to put it all together.
﻿ Mr. Boyle.
﻿I've known Mable...
﻿I've known Mable for years.
﻿I'm willing to bet my life
﻿she has nothing to do with this.
﻿Oh, I'll take that bet.
﻿Let's get the lady talking.
﻿Fuck.
No, no.
﻿What is wrong with...?
-No! -Where's Richie?
﻿I don't know.
﻿Richie was right about you. You're not a man at all.
﻿So you and Richie did do a little talking.
Back up, English.
﻿This ain't your purview.
﻿Yeah, all right, all right, all right.
﻿Francis, take her to the back room.
﻿Go.
﻿Mr. Boyle, please.
﻿-I'm sorry. -Move.
﻿-I am. -Sit her down.
﻿We'll clean up after.
I-I'm telling you the truth.
﻿All right, the last time that I saw Richie,
﻿I was inside this shop.
﻿I was closing up for the night.
﻿Hey!
﻿Where you think you're going?
﻿Uh, uh...
﻿Nobody's going anywhere until we find my boy.
﻿Mr. Boyle, sir. I...
﻿I... I can't I'm sorry.
﻿-I'll send you away right now. -Oh. settle.
﻿I know you have to do wh-what you have to do
﻿to find your son.
﻿I understand how you feel.
﻿You understand how I feel?
﻿I had a daughter.
﻿I didn’t, I didn't come to Chicago
﻿because of...
﻿uh, blue jeans.
﻿There was a fire in my shop.
﻿I didn’t, I didn't even notice it at first,
﻿I was so busy working.
﻿The fabrics lit up.
﻿Everything...
﻿burned so fast.
﻿My wife and my little girl, they lived upstairs.
﻿I heard them.
﻿The shears, they was a gift from my wife.
﻿So, you understand.
﻿ Boss, you don't have to listen to...
﻿Quiet.
﻿ Mr. Boyle..
﻿...you can hurt young Mable, you can hurt me,
﻿you can kill any one of us with a snap of your fingers...
﻿...but it won't find your child...
﻿...no matter how much you want it..
﻿Go get it.
﻿ Hello?
﻿Oh.
﻿Really?
﻿We've all been tremendously worried.
﻿20 minutes?
﻿Fantastic.
﻿Yes, yes, of course, I will.
﻿All right.
﻿Thank you.
﻿What was that?
﻿That was Richie.
﻿He said he's in hiding from the La Fontaines,
﻿but he has the tape
﻿and he wants you to go pick him up.
﻿31st and Halsted.
﻿20 minutes.
﻿Before I could get any more details...
he was gone.
﻿Let's go.
﻿We'll swing by the house
﻿and pick up whoever's there to come with us.
﻿Hey, may-maybe we should just take a minute.
﻿My son is waiting.
﻿For what are we gonna take a goddamn minute?
﻿Let's get to it.
﻿Boss?
﻿Maybe I should wait back. Keep an eye on them, huh?
﻿I need all the firepower I got.
You really want to trust Richie's life to the hope
﻿that tonight doesn't have any more twists in store?
﻿If the devil himself came crashing through the roof,
﻿I wouldn't be shocked right now.
﻿All right.
Belts and suspenders.
﻿Make sure they don't go nowhere.
﻿You want to tell me who the fuck you just talked to on that phone?
﻿That was one of Mr. Boyle's men
﻿calling to say he'd yet to hear from Richie.
﻿Hmm.
﻿Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
﻿Either I kill her now
﻿and we pin tonight on her corpse...
﻿...or I kill both of you and do it all myself.
﻿It’s, it's your choice.
﻿You need her assistance.
﻿With what do I need her assistance?
﻿Roy Boyle is about to walk directly into an ambush.
﻿-Who's ambushing him? -The La Fontaines.
﻿And how exactly are the La Fontaines
﻿gonna know where to ambush him?
﻿Because Mable's about to tell them.
﻿-Why me? -Because you're the rat.
﻿You've been sleeping with Richie Boyle.
﻿You kept hearing him talk about
﻿his father's escalating war with the La Fontaines
﻿and you saw your chance.
You sold information to La Fontaine
﻿so that you could finally get out of Chicago
﻿But Francis... Francis is paranoid.
﻿Sooner or later, you thought he would have found you out.
So you helped the FBI to plant a bug.
﻿If the FBI could take down the Boyle crew,
﻿you could get away clean.
﻿But you didn't plan for one thing:
﻿The Outfit.
﻿They told the Boyles about the bug.
﻿Richie told you.
﻿What could you do?
﻿You told La Fontaine.
﻿And hoped that they would all kill each other...
﻿...before they found you.
﻿You got your hustle. I got mine.
﻿You were, you were the fucking rat?
﻿I've spent my entife life
﻿watching you leeches suck this neighborhood dry.
﻿I am gonna love...
﻿sitting in a café in Paris,
﻿reading all about your funeral.
﻿You stole the tape?
﻿No. That was me.
﻿You knew what I was doing,
﻿and instead of stopping me, you helped.
﻿-Yes. -Fuck you.
﻿I can take care of myself.
﻿If she doesn't call the La Fontaines in the next...
﻿...two minutes, I'd say,
﻿Roy Boyle will return, having failed to find his son.
﻿Eventually, he'll discover Richie,
﻿and then he'll kill all of us.
﻿Or Mable can tell the La Fontaines
﻿where to ambush him
﻿and offer to sell them the tape.
﻿Now tell me.
﻿if Roy Boyle and all his senior lieutenants die tonight,
﻿who will be in charge of his organization?
﻿I took six bullets for that man.
﻿And how many has he taken for you?
﻿He made me everything that I am today.
﻿And today is the day
﻿that you don't need him anymore.
You think I'm just gonna betray Roy Boyle that easy?
﻿No, I don't think it's easy.
﻿I think option A is: we all die.
﻿And option B is:
﻿you run the Boyle organization.
﻿Make the goddamn call.
﻿I'm not here.
﻿Bonsoir.
...Stetson.
﻿Stetson.
﻿Yes, um...
﻿...Roy Boyle...
﻿...Halsted.
﻿...La Fontaine...
﻿La Fontaine wants to make a deal.
﻿Tape for cash. One hour.
﻿I didn't know you spoke French.
﻿Francis.
﻿the number of things about me that you don't know...
﻿So what the fuck really happened to Richie?
﻿That's La Fontaine
﻿I'm gonna hide in the back.
﻿As soon as you peep the green, you toss me a signal.
﻿"Count's right." And then...
﻿This is a stupid fucking idea.
﻿You don't toss me a signal,
﻿I'm gonna come out firing indiscriminate-like.
﻿When La Fontaine dies tonight, I'm not only leading our crew.
﻿I’m leading them into the Outfit.
﻿It's the least I could do. For Roy.
He's gonna kill us, too.
﻿Bonsoir.
﻿You're open late.
﻿Mm. We work by appointment.
﻿This is Mr. Burling.
﻿I didn't know this city had any tailors so classy.
﻿Thank you.
﻿You know how to make clothes for a lady?
﻿I haven't a clue.
﻿Désolé.
﻿I might have an inkling.
﻿Oh.
﻿I'm guessing it's been quite an evening for you folks.
﻿Hazard of the trade, madame.
﻿Which one of you has my tape?
﻿Money first.
﻿Please.
﻿Looks like...
﻿Madame La Fontaine.
﻿are you trying to rob us?
﻿Where's the money?
﻿We're not showing you the tape until we see the money.
﻿Tape first.
﻿How do I know what's on it? I've gotta listen.
﻿Well, it seems like
﻿you're just gonna have to trust us.
﻿Ou, peut-être,
﻿we may be able to trust each other.
﻿Okay.
﻿Let's make a deal.
﻿You give me the green, I'll walk away.
﻿We all live to kill each other some other time.
You know what makes me mad?
﻿I've been running numbers in this city my whole life.
﻿But nobody said a thing.
﻿Cops, racket boys, nobody even noticed.
﻿Until the second we started making real money.
﻿Mon Dieu, this fucking city.
﻿Since day one, people like me, people like our English friend,
﻿we come here and we make something of ourselves.
﻿And then right as soon as we get big enough,
﻿you Connards show up
﻿with your hair slicked back,
﻿shoes all shiny,
﻿and you snatch it away.
﻿Like a spoiled child who'd rather break his own toys
﻿than watch somebody else play with them.
﻿So I will admit to a...
﻿satisfaction earlier
﻿at 31st and Halsted
﻿when I put a gun to Roy Boyle's head
﻿and watched him die as he'd lived.
﻿Sorry he ever met me.
﻿Madame,
﻿you have nothing to fear from this man.
﻿Why is that?
﻿Because earlier this evening,
﻿I removed all the bullets from his gun.
﻿Any other killers in here I should know about?
﻿Only you.
﻿A tailor.
﻿Always listening, never talking.
﻿But nobody stop to think: "What's going on in his head?
﻿I'm not a tailor, ma'am.
﻿I'm a cutter.
﻿Un coupeur.
﻿Au revoir.
﻿Mm.
﻿They'll find us out.
﻿The Boyles are all dead.
﻿The Outfit, then.
﻿Why would the Outfit come looking for us?
﻿Because we took the tape that everyone is loo...
﻿To the naked eye,
﻿a suit appears to consist of two parts...
﻿The tape.
﻿...a jacket and trousers.
﻿It's just a fake.
﻿But these two seemingly solid parrts
﻿are composed of four different fabrics.
The Outfit has never even
﻿heard of Roy Boyle.
﻿They didn't send those messages.
You did.
﻿You've been planning this for months.
﻿Everything that happened.
﻿You set it all up.
﻿This contains
﻿everything that went on here this evening.
﻿Enough to convict any remaining Boyles
﻿of a dozen crimes
﻿and Madame La Fontaine of the murder of Roy Boyle.
﻿You won't mind, will you, popping it in the post
﻿to your friend at the FBI?
﻿On your way to...
﻿Perhaps it's safest if...
﻿...I don't know.
﻿But make it somewhere grand.
﻿So what about you?
﻿Oh, I've started over before.
﻿It'll be easier the second time.
﻿-Come with me. -No.
﻿No, come with me.
﻿You can show me things you've already seen.
﻿You will not spend your best years
﻿taking care of my remaining few.
I was taking care of myself just fine, you know.
Oh, yes.
﻿Knowing you, I'm quite confident
﻿you'd have seen to the burials
﻿of each and every one of those murderers.
﻿But then...
﻿you'd no longer be pretending to be one,
﻿would you?
﻿I wish I could have met her.
﻿Your real...
﻿you know.
﻿She would have liked you.
Finishings, for me,
﻿can be the hardest part.
﻿Not because there's any great skill involved
﻿in these final steps...
﻿...putting on a few buttons, closing up a few edges,
﻿but because if you've done your job,
﻿all the true craftsmanship has already occurred.
﻿The finishings are mere inevitabilities.
﻿It's at the finishings
﻿that you must come to terms with the idea
﻿that perfection is a necessary goal...
﻿...precisely because it is unattainable.
﻿If you don't aim for perfection,
﻿you cannot make anything great.
﻿And yet, true perfection is impossible.
﻿Oh.
﻿Oh, no.
﻿ Stop.
﻿So at the finish.
﻿you must reconcile yourself...
﻿...to failure.
﻿I was like you once.
I was.
﻿Made my living with a gun.
﻿A knife.
﻿Sometimes...
﻿...just my bare hands.
﻿I'd...
﻿I'd a gift, they said.
﻿But it wasn't magic.
﻿It was work.
﻿One day, they asked me to do something I couldn't do.
﻿So I ran. I hid.
﻿I hid on the Row.
﻿Picked up a trade, learnt a craft, and met my wife.
﻿Vera.
﻿I fell in love.
﻿We had little Lily. I fell in love again.
﻿But they found me.
﻿They found me.
﻿Set fire to my shop.
﻿My home.
﻿My life.
﻿I came here to get away from all that violence.
﻿Get away from myself.
﻿M-My first day here, who did I meet?
﻿Huh.
﻿I suppose I put, put on these clothes
﻿to convince myself I'm civilized.
﻿I want so bad to be good.
It's not perfect.
﻿You have to make your peace with that.
﻿How?
﻿well, you sit at your board,
﻿you lay out your tools...
﻿...and you start again.
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