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[explosion]
[gunshots]
[dramatic music]
[upbeat music]
[chatter]
SOLDIER 1: [coughing]
SOLDIER 2: [non-english speech]
[laughter]
SOLDIER 3: [non-english speech]
SOLDIER 1: [non-english speech]
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SOLDIER 1: [non-english speech]
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SOLDIER 2: [coughing]
[laughter]
[voice warbles]
[gunshot]
[non-english speech]
SOLDIER 1: [non-english speech]
SOLDIER 2: [groans]
[screams]
[groans]
[gunshot]
[screams]
[upbeat music]
[rhythmic applause]
[dramatic music]
[bottles clinking]
[explosion]
Don't you worry about that.
They're just poachers fishing with dynamite.
Crazy bastards.
What about old man Burnstein?
Someone who had the Purples to sink any smugglers they catch.
That right?
Know what that means?
No more catch and release.
You might find your shipments getting a little more
expensive from here on out.
Jack, you're not telling me that you're afraid to keep
selling to me, are you?
Son, I would sell to the devil himself.
That's what I like to hear.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Always.
BOOZY JACK: Sure to give me a holler if you
need another shipment, eh?
You know I will.
[explosion]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: America had gone dry thanks
to the Protestant push.
And in my home state of Michigan,
this prohibition gave birth to bootlegging,
seemingly quick and easy money to be made.
Did I mention that the Purple Gang controlled a majority
of the illegal alcohol distributed
throughout the United States?
An encounter with the law would be
preferred versus the little Jewish navy
that patrolled the waterways.
They always took the precious cargo and usually sunk the boat.
And like Boozy Jack was saying, often
sinking the bootlegger, too.
Fighting the Great War taught me one thing--
[heartbeat thumping]
- kill or be killed.
[gunfire]
[intense music]
[groans]
Oh, shit.
Watch out!
[explosion]
[eerie music]
[match scratches]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Red means not safe to stop.
But green means we're in business.
JAKE FREEBOLT: What took you so long?
Run into some flat?
FRANKIE: Just a couple pogues who probably
should have stayed home.
Oh.
Come on, get this unloaded, will you?
Oh, now you're in a hurry?
[chuckles]
You heard him.
These kids.
Tell me about it.
Speaking of kids, how's the family doing?
They're terrible for my nerves.
Yeah?
I think I got more sleep during the war.
[chuckles] Come on.
It can't be that bad, right?
I always wanted a daughter.
[scoffs] Good luck with that.
Make sure to tell Floyd it's all there.
Not a drop missing.
How's your old man doing?
A hell of a lot better for not knowing about this.
Got the time on you?
Yeah, it's almost 2:00 AM.
Shit.
You know, I was thinking about making it
out to Squeaky's for last call.
You get the goose dog for me?
You're a good man, Freebolt.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: I made more tonight than I made working
for the old man for a month.
If the old man knew why I was needing
to catch that last ferry to the mainland, he'd be ashamed.
An hour drive just hoping all the broads aren't spoken for.
[SINGING] Day's long, I feel like a long lunch break
Hey, son, how long did this really take from me
But if it pays off
Green will color me gray
My thoughts convince me that--
FRANKIE: Big Lou
[chuckles] Hey, kid.
How you doing?
Pretty good.
How about yourself?
I'm good.
Listen, you wouldn't happen to have
anything that hasn't been slobbered all over all day,
would you?
Oh, of course.
As a matter of fact, we've got a new bunch, right?
One name, Sasha, Stella, something like that, right?
She's a real dish.
Listen, you do what you can for me.
I'll be at the bar.
Consider it done.
SINGER: All the from money
Makes it easier to forget the things I love
Love the way you always made your life
Love the way it got you through your past
Whiskey and a water.
Yeah.
SINGER: But love don't make things last forever
Don't you come with me
And then I'll be gone
All is forgotten who found themselves lost
What a pity to your future
Your fears are let down
Play me up on
To near, the bishops been riding across
Baby, that's my biggest flaw
For all I--
BIG LOU: Room 3.
I don't think you'll be disappointed.
Yeah?
I trust you.
Are you sure?
[chuckles] Oh, boy-o.
Why didn't you tell me I look like shit?
Oh, Lord.
You'll be all right, man.
Just tip, all right?
They'll call you beautiful afterwards.
[chuckles] See, now you're blowing smoke.
Never.
Oh, no.
I'm trying to cut back on my bad habits, man.
I've got 69 too many.
Don't need another one.
[chuckles]
Good luck with that.
Yeah.
Go get them, kid.
[romantic music]
[SINGING] All I want is to make you mine
'Cause love is what you need
[chatter]
[SINGING] Be my lover, be my man
Be my lover man
Be my lover
Be my man
Yeah, lest we be plotting large with all you can
I'mma seize my heart
FRANKIE: Knock, knock.
SINGER: Be my ever, giving all you can
Stella!
Frankie!
[STAMMERS] What the hell are you doing here?
What the hell does it look like?
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Stella and I were an item at one time.
Seven years ago, Stella Mazara and I had a good thing going,
save the Jewish-Catholic thing.
Her family moved to Canada, and I joined the Army.
We never had a proper goodbye.
I know you jack shit, Frankie Morgansky.
I ain't seen you in years.
So don't come in here acting like you own me.
You're here, too.
You're not exactly Mr. Lily White are you?
I'm not here to judge, OK, Stella?
Every time I think I'm over you, some happy thought
trots back into my head.
And seeing you here now, it awoke all the things I thought
had died a long time ago.
We were just kids.
[clears throat] Look, I just--
I think you should know that I still care about you.
Don't get mushy on me, Frankie.
I ain't got time for that shit.
You're going to get down to business, waste what's left
of the hour flapping your gums?
What kind of line are you trying to pull right now?
- No, not pull anything, OK? - [ANGRILY] Yeah, I'm sure!
Look, I just--
I'm sorry I made you upset. [STAMMERS] I'm not that way.
Listen, kid--
Woman.
Frankie, I'm not a kid.
Not anymore.
I want to see you again.
Think we can work that out?
SINGER: All I want to make you mine
'Cause love is what you need
Feeling lucky.
MAN 1: Everybody out.
It's a raid!
Raid!
MAN 2: It's a raid!
[dramatic music]
I'll be in touch.
WOMAN 1: Stop it!
Don't touch me!
[chatter]
WOMAN 2: [screams]
WOMAN 3: [screams]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: The majority
of this law hoard are trustees from the city jail being given
an opportunity for a reduced sentence
for performing a civic duty.
STELLA: Stop!
Stop!
Get your hands off of me!
Hey! Hey!
MAN 3: No, you put it back up!
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Only 20% of the country
was in favor of staying dry.
Politicians, police, prosecutors, and even
judges partake in booze.
Well, if it isn't Frankie Morgansky.
What brings you out this early?
Well, I heard that they just saved
a whole bunch of bad dolls.
So I figured why not come out here and look at my options
for next Saturday night?
[scoffs]
I'm sure that's a whole lot of horse feathers.
You ain't changed a bit, Frankie.
Maybe.
Madam.
Where can I take you?
Home.
I could do that.
But you've got to tell me where you live.
We're on Belle Isle.
1354, 7 East, Jefferson.
Sounds good.
My truck is parked right down here.
[horn honking]
Hey, where do you think you're going Stella?
I'm going home.
What a rough night.
Oh, OK.
Well, what's this then, huh?
Now you know damn well I don't like my girls fraternizing
with the customers.
Yeah.
I went to bail you out, you dumb Dora,
so you could get your ass back to work.
And here you are getting all cozy with a customer.
Why, I--
Hey!
Squeaky, I hope you like the taste of shoelaces, my friend,
because you talk to her like that again
and I'm going to shove my foot--
Frankie!
[dramatic music]
Lou.
Don't get in a lather.
Give me a couple hours to get cleaned up, will you?
I'll be in.
Don't worry about it.
You've got till 4:00 this afternoon.
Then I want your goods back on the job.
Frankie, you don't understand my life anymore!
The last thing I need is Squeaky getting pissed off.
I don't like the way he talked to you, Stella.
You deserve better than this.
You don't have a clue about me!
These people own me.
I can never pay them back.
I'm going to take a cab.
But my truck is right over there.
Please, Frankie!
I've had enough for today.
Wait, 1354, 7 East, Jefferson.
1354, 7 East.
[upbeat music]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: My ta, Simon,
immigrated to America from Russia in 1910.
Michigan was going through an industrial revolution
and Detroit was at the center of it.
Also in Detroit, the Eastern market gave an outlet
for the catch to be sold.
The young hoodlums and the Sugar House Gang
had evolved into the feared Purple Gang.
My ta paid what I considered to be obscene insurance payments.
But he claimed that they helped limit the competitive newcomers.
The main rift with my ta stemmed from these forced payments that
were guaranteed to squeeze all of the profit out
of our business.
If there was going to be any chance
of passing down a viable business,
something needed to change.
FRANKIE: So [STAMMERS] what happened?
Oh, it was the Purples.
They come around, they say, hey, you've
got to pay us more moneys.
I said, I ain't paying you no more damn moneys.
And he hit me baseball bat.
They say next time they hit my legs.
And after that [vocalizes slitting].
So I guess I'm going to have to pay--
Frankie, what are you thinking?
Frankie, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Now don't you go do something stupid now.
Look at me.
You listen to me.
I'm your ta.
Now you promise me.
Promise me!
[non-english speech]
Yeah. Da.
OK.
[birds chirping]
It was only a matter of time before I saw you.
Sit.
I can't sit, Axel.
How is Simon?
[scoffs] We can't let them get away with this.
Your ta said he wasn't going to pay any extra,
they sent in that goon with the bat.
Father took a pretty good beating.
Said he had a week to think about it.
Please, mate, can you please sit before I shoot you?
Are these the same guys taking payments from last year?
No, I've never seen these two collecting.
A couple of Irish thugs brought in.
We have names?
Gus Winkler, Fred Burke.
Couple of real schmucks.
I've got to tell you something else, Frankie,
they got you fingered as the guy who
busted the balls of a little Jewish navy a couple nights ago.
They said they're going to take it out on your old man's hide
till they get their money back.
Axel, I don't reckon I can let this slide.
OK, these jackasses, they're going way too far.
I know it's a big ask but are you up to help
me get these sons of bitches?
[ominous music]
Two of us can't get this done.
I know.
That's why I can't live with myself if I
let this shit go unanswered.
It's not going to stop with Ta.
You think they're going to stop at Ta?
No, it doesn't stop.
Him or you or me, they're just going to keep taking
until there's nothing left.
I can come up with a plan.
You know I'll go to hell and back for your old man.
Whatever the plan is that you come up with, it better be good.
Dismissed.
Get out of here.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: My concern was following my heart.
And currently, that went beyond my own immediate family.
Seeing Stella again brought about that feeling of--
well, I'm not going to say it.
But I felt it.
Hey, kid, is your mama home?
My mama's not home.
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.
FRANKIE: That's really smart.
I want to ask you something--
CARLA: You want my grandpa.
He had a stroke and can't talk.
I've got to take care of him.
Well, when is your mama going to be home?
I can't tell you, Mister, because she's sleeping.
FRANKIE: Are you messing with me, kid?
First you say she's not home.
And now you say she's sleeping.
STELLA: She ain't messing with you, Frankie.
What are you doing here?
I'm just in the neighborhood.
Figured I'd come check up on you.
If it's your bail money you want,
I told you I'd get it to you as soon as I can.
That is not a problem.
I just wanted to see how you're doing.
I'm doing fine.
No need to worry your little head about me.
Who is he?
STELLA: This is Mr. Morgansky.
FRANKIE: But you can call me Frankie.
Hello, Mr. Frankie.
What's going on?
STELLA: Mother, you remember Frankie Morgansky.
Yes.
Hello, Frankie.
It's been a long time.
STELLA: Carla, why don't you go inside with your grandma?
CARLA: OK, mama.
MRS. MAZARA: Yes, honey, you can help me prepare grandpa's food.
FRANKIE: It's nice to see you, Mrs. Mazara.
She still doesn't like me.
STELLA: It's not you.
Taking care of my father has been hard on her.
[chuckles] Well, this doesn't really seem like the best time,
but when can I see you again?
[romantic music]
Squeaky ain't going to have the place open for a few days
now.
I'll be off.
If you're driving by, I guess you could stop.
I can do that.
Sounds like a plan.
I'll see you around, Stella.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Tomorrow, we
start to put our plan into action for what
those goons did to my ta.
[dramatic music]
Those goons turned out to be Fred "killer" Burke,
a heartless, cold-blooded drunk who
once shot off a man's nose for passing
out and snoring too loudly.
Gus Winkler, he isn't much better.
He's one of the most brutal and sought after hitmen in the game.
Axel managed to learn where they both lived, hung out,
and their pickup schedule.
[phone ringing]
AXEL [ON PHONE]: They should be arriving at any moment.
I'll set the detour.
OK.
Got to go.
So where's the old man?
It's all there.
Oh, you're getting smarter, kike boy You're a fast learner,
aren't you?
Well, you listen to me.
You play with fire, you're going to get burned.
Because if it were up to me, I'd
have finished off your old man just for giving me the--
you seem a little crafty, keeping your mouth shut.
So, we'll be back next week, and you'll have
the payments ready, won't you?
Otherwise, I'm going to beat you,
just like I did your old man.
Let's go.
The kid's eyes, they weren't right.
Yeah, well, he didn't have the smell of fear on him.
No, he didn't.
His old man now, his old man, he pissed himself.
[laughter]
He pissed himself.
[upbeat music]
Oh, what the bloody hell is this?
It's a detour.
Just go around it.
Go around it.
[gunshots]
[chuckles] You gents having a little car issue?
Yeah, we popped a tire.
I gotta take a piss.
Let me take a look for you.
Let's see what you got going on.
What happened?
I don't know.
[whistling]
[grunts]
What the fuck?
[coughs]
Good.
All good.
Where the hell is he?
[groaning]
Hey!
What's taking you so long?
Hey!
Drop your piece and the envelopes.
What are you playing at?
Drop your piece!
Drop your piece.
Slow.
Now the envelopes.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you forgot?
I mean, all the money that you rat bastards stole.
Huh?
Not ringing any bells?
OK.
[gunshot]
[screaming]
Anything?
Shove it up your ass, you kike boy.
[gunshot]
[screams]
You move, you die.
What envelopes, huh?
This is for my ta.
[intense music]
What?
Ta told me to pay him.
Boss, I got some bad news.
It's about collections.
[gentle music]
I love the scenery out here.
STELLA: Yeah, I can see why you love it so much.
You, uh, think your father's going to get any better?
No, I don't think so.
Doctors say he's recovered as much as he's going to, so--
It's got to be hard on your mother.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's no walk in the park.
He sits around and cusses all day.
His way of dealing with his condition, I'd bet.
How's your family?
Are they doing well?
Yeah.
I always liked your mother.
She was-- she was good to me.
I actually haven't told my mother
that we're back together yet.
Is that what we are?
Back together?
I like to think so.
Oh my goodness.
Did you bring us something?
Yeah.
FRANKIE: You know where I think this would look good?
Go really good right--
like a little woodland princess.
[chuckles] Are you gonna find one for your mommy?
All right.
That's a nice watch.
Doesn't seem like it works, though.
I-- I got it in the war.
It's precious to me.
I like it.
Since we're being honest and open
with each other, the other day, you said
something that caught my ear.
You said you could never pay back what you owe these people.
You said they own you.
Frankie.
There are some things nobody can fix.
I got myself into this mess, I'll get myself out of it.
Carla, come here.
No, we don't need that.
Let's leave it.
Come on.
Sorry.
MA: [crying]
FRANKIE: Ma, hey, hey, what's wrong?
What happened?
The fishery.
They burned it down.
What are you talking about? I was just there.
It's perfectly fine.
Two men came in right after you and your friends left.
They came in with cans of gas.
Who is "they?"
You go and you do the things I tell you not to do.
And now you say, who did this?
You're biting off more than any of us can chew.
Ta, let's go!
It's too late.
The fishery is gone.
We are ruined.
Ruined.
[crying]
What'd you tell him?
I didn't have to tell him too much.
He already figured you did enough to screw things up.
I mean, he's been dealing with mobsters for years,
and he knows if you pay them, nothing bad happens.
Purples ain't any different.
And no, I didn't see who set the fire.
I was too far away.
Axel, I can't let this slide, all right?
These guys, they're not going to stop,
not until they believe I've been broken.
And if we don't do something, they're
going to put a slug in my head.
I don't know what you can do.
They've got all the trump cards, Frankie.
What you have is a handful of shite.
OK, but they bleed, same as we do, right?
Look, all we got to do is come up with something
to get their attention.
Who's this "we?"
Look, Axel, I know you stuck your neck out
for me with those Mick goons.
But I need your help getting information
on who set that fire.
And then after that, I won't involve you any further.
[ominous music]
[grunts]
[laughter]
[grunts]
I'm running these streets.
Let's run another--
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: We gotta blow out of here for a while
and get out to the island.
Staying here leaves us on their turf.
We need them to come to us, to our turf.
If Burnstein and the Purples want a war,
oh, we'll give them a war.
MAN: You know, I've had a hard time finding good fish ever
since your old man's tragedy.
Been having to go to the mainland market,
be with the Purples.
Well, you know we always appreciated your business.
Luckily, we'll be back in action in just a few days.
Well, that's wonderful news.
You know, those thugs have been shaking us down for a long time.
I'd like to be rid of them.
With your help, we can put the screws on these saps.
Hello, Mr. Frankie.
Hey, how are you today.
I'm good, but my mama had an accident.
She's on the couch.
An accident?
Stella.
Stella?
Go away, Frankie.
I don't want to see you right now.
Stella, stop, OK?
I'm here to help.
What in God's name happened to you?
I fell down some steps at work.
Squeaky said I can take a couple of days off.
FRANKIE: I don't believe a damn word of what you're telling me.
And I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
STELLA: Don't do anything stupid, Frankie.
Just take what I'm saying and leave it.
I can handle this.
FRANKIE: We'll handle it.
Together.
[knocks]
We ain't open yet.
Yeah, Lou, I know.
It's me.
I was just curious.
Is that-- is that Sasha--
Stella, is she going to be working?
Cause thank you for the tip on that.
Nah, she ain't going to be around for a while.
It's a shame.
What happened?
One of them Purple trigger men beat her up
pretty bad, Abe Axler, one of Ray Burnstein's made men.
The man's nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake.
And that partner of his, Eddie Fletcher, that bug
is a crazy shithouse rat, too.
What's with all the questions, Frankie, hmm?
You got something going on with that dish, don't you?
FRANKIE: No.
Who are you talking to?
Come on, you know me.
It's just a good time.
I like you, Frankie.
I like you a whole lot.
Don't you get cute with me.
Never could.
Hey.
How'd those bad habits go?
Picked them all back up.
FRANKIE: See you around, Lou.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Stella's misfortune kept piling on.
You keep them for us, love.
Why don't you come rest with me, OK?
How you holding up?
STELLA: I'm OK.
Maybe a touch guilty.
Guilty?
Why?
I don't have to worry about medications
or a number of things I had to consider came to my father.
Oh.
Did I miss all the little sandwiches?
What do you want?
SQUEAKY: You know, I've been very patient.
And with your injuries, taking care of your old man's
medical expenses, and this house,
I'm just starting to feel like you're taking
advantage of my generosity.
You know, by not showing up to the club
and fulfilling your obligations.
What kind of misery are you dragging in with you today, huh?
What business I got going on, ain't none of yours.
Unless you want to make it your business.
That could be expensive.
So maybe you best, you know, back out while you're able.
Try me.
I was actually wondering if I could find out
if that brain is as shriveled--
You know, you got a scab on the end of your nose, kid.
You might want to think twice about who you mess with.
Could be digging yourself an early grave, so to speak.
I want you back to work tonight.
And if you're looking for trouble,
well, you've come to the right place.
You get my meaning?
GRANDMA: If we left tonight, it wouldn't be soon enough.
Is everything OK, Gram?
Yeah, everything's fine.
We leave tonight.
Pack light.
We'll get movers to get the rest in the morning.
We're really doing this?
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Our militia needed
to start with Emma Barnes, who had been very
outspoken since the Purples threatened to burn
her operation to the ground if she did not
maintain her insurance plan.
But what we're going to need from you, to let us
know their movements.
When they come onto the island and when they leave.
Good.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: What started as paid protection
from harassment of other gangs had
become extorted protection against the insurers themselves.
Jerry Ferris was a war vet who also was being made
to pay protection to the Purples, a situation that
didn't sit too well with him.
Jerry was all in.
It would only be a short time before our new network
would be put to the test.
You know, I can't believe that broad would be so stupid.
Yeah, she's got a thing for Frankie.
You think?
At least I'm going to get my perch dinner.
Well, I like perch.
Is it baked?
Is it fried?
Is it pan-seared.
What do I know?
Do I look like the old club cook?
Sometimes I wonder about you, Lou.
[suspenseful music]
It's so depressing.
LOU: Nah, it's beautiful, man.
You just gotta look.
You just used to the city, man.
SQUEAKY: Beautiful?
You call this beautiful?
LOU: Yeah.
Ax.
[gunshot]
[groaning]
SQUEAKY: What is wrong with you?
Me?
It was the tire.
You can't blame that on me.
AXEL: You folks looked like you had some trouble.
What happened?
LOU: No, man.
I was just driving, heard an explosion,
and we was in the ditch.
SQUEAKY: Wait, you heard an explosion,
and then you put us in the ditch?
LOU: No, it was the tire.
The car pulled.
SQUEAKY: Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, pulled, man.
You ain't blaming everything on me, man.
Everything. SQUEAKY: It's always your fault.
Yeah.
Can I give you gents a ride somewhere?
SQUEAKY: Hell yes.
We were on our way to the old club.
Old club's got some great perch.
Baked, fried, or pan-seared?
Why don't you jump in, you can find out.
Come on, I've got some blankets in the back, too.
I can arrange to have a car take you back to the mainland
if you'd like.
Right now, all we need is a lakeside cabin, a bath,
our clothes laundered, and a couple of Havana dark cigars.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Fair enough.
I can do that for you.
You know what?
Let me give that car offer some thought.
All right, fair enough.
[intriguing music]
Lou, we gotta get shit done with that punk, Frankie.
He's gotta learn about not taking what ain't his to take.
Forget about Frankie, OK?
We staying?
Perch dinner.
They got baked, they got fried, they got pan-seared,
anything you can think of.
I think I'm going to go for some pan-seared.
No, something-- something just don't feel right.
Mm-hmm.
Hotel here, they got a car and driver that's going to take
us back to the mainland.
What about our car?
Have it towed.
You know, I lost my damn piece back there in the water.
Yeah, me too.
Wait, we're unarmed?
Yeah.
Don't worry about it.
Relax.
Now me, I'm about to go to sleep till they drop
off our clothes, all right?
Dream about perch, OK?
You should join me.
You worry much, Squeaky.
I certainly hope that you can stay with us next time.
So sorry about your car.
[suspenseful music]
Accept this little token of our hospitality.
And I sincerely hope that when you get back to the city,
you will spread the word of the good treatment
you received here.
First class.
Thanks for everything.
Yeah.
[old-timey music]
SQUEAKY: Whoa, easy, easy, boys.
You remember that thing that didn't quite feel right?
You don't mind if we make a little stop, do you, boys?
Hey, it's me.
[laughing]
Gentlemen.
Mr. Burnstein, sir, it's an honor
to finally get to meet you.
Heard you two successfully handled the Morgansky
Fishery on Harsens Island?
Yeah, we took care of it, you know.
No issues.
All good.
Everyone else we've entrusted has had nothing but issues.
Yeah.
Well, we ain't everybody else.
RAY: So it appears.
The Morgansky son, Frankie, word is,
he's behind an unsanctioned run that killed some of our boys.
Now, a couple of our island collectors
got themselves assaulted.
We're facing a long road of recovery.
ABE: He's just another rube trying to run
his old racket, that's all.
I got five grand for each of you if you can get this done.
ABE: Mr. Burnstein, sir.
You give Eddie and me a few weeks,
I'll make damn sure your problem is resolved.
Half now and half when it's done.
OK.
War is coming to Harsens Island.
[suspenseful music]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Our victories
versus the silk suits of the city
brought support from the independent rogue runners.
Many of this outdoor breed were war
hardened, tough guys with special training,
survivors of the great war.
They came to this island post-war
seeking solitude and peace as hunting and fishing guides.
Using myself as bait, I took the route right
with the Jewish Navy spotters.
The Purples controlled 80% of the illegal liquor sold.
Even Al Capone made them his official alcohol agent.
The Purples had become the wealthiest and most
feared mob in the country.
I remember something from my youth.
And whether the land is rich or poor,
and whether there are trees in there or not, be of good courage
and bring forth fruit of the land.
[yelling]
HENCHMAN: Hey, fight for it, will ya, you rat bastard.
[screams]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: The Purples were about to learn
there's a new sheriff in town.
[ship horn]
I have to give it to the Purples.
They were stepping away from their one
dimensional strongarm game.
And they were entering a spy game.
I can work with that.
That's what the sign says.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Suspiciously,
a piano player made around of calls looking for a club.
A check revealed that Lyman often filled in as a player
at Squeaky's Blind Pig.
[piano playing]
JERRY: Bravo.
Bravo.
[applause]
I think we have our new piano player.
Welcome aboard. FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Perfection.
JERRY: Bravo.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Lyman lands a job
and feels like he fell into roses when he
discovers Stella working there.
Of course, she never lets on.
Do you have a phone?
I should call my mom and tell her the good news.
She worries.
Thank you.
[ringing]
Hello, Jenny?
Connect me with Abe Axler.
Thanks.
Hello.
Mr. Axler?
Yes, sir.
I've been doing that.
Do you remember the working girl that Squeaky was putting out?
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Lyman let the Purples
know that Stella was working at the old club, of all places.
I felt like if they saw her as a source of information
to be mined, she would be safe from Squeaky.
FRANKIE: I'd like to raise a glass to a successful mission.
Big thank you to everyone for your help,
but especially Jake and Ezra.
Salut.
FRANKIE: We've done enough to give the Purples pause.
If anyone feels bad about what went down, don't.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: When Bob tried to opt out
of his insurance payments, the Purples kidnapped an employee,
splayed him open like a pig, and hung him from a flagpole.
Mark's teenage daughter was kidnapped and violated
while she was on the phone with her father,
all for missing a payment.
The Purples were pulling in 250 million a year
in revenue, topped only by General Motors.
The Purple Gang Juniors ran the little Jewish Navy,
a small fleet of high powered boats
that brought fear to the independent smuggler.
They would have to be dealt with.
We've hurt the Purples enough to make
them change their tactics.
They even sent down a mole to Jerry's old club.
They thought that was their advantage.
Really, it's ours because we've been
able to plant false information and overhear
what they're planning.
But be on the lookout for more.
Where we need to shift our focus to now,
though, is finding where those boats are docked.
[SINGING] Burnstein and his boys making all kinds of noise
Shooting up the place cause there's no time to waste.
The Purple Gang is swinging in
Toots.
Yeah.
Come on.
[SINGING] Give me that booze
The purple gang
Eh, sit down, sit down.
AXEL: I'm going to bet that nice ride outside belongs to you.
Yeah, it does
Looks fast.
But I'm a bit more of a boat person myself.
I have one of those too.
Yeah.
Faster than anything around here.
You don't say.
Toots.
Another?
Yeah.
Oh, and another for my friends.
Thank you.
Yeah, I help supply the booze around here.
That's funny, because I know Purples control that.
They do.
I do.
Huh?
Well, that means we must have a toast.
To my important new friend, keeping the booze flowing.
Yeah.
Swell.
[upbeat music]
No broads around here, huh?
Hey.
You want to see my real baby girl, huh?
She's docked not too far from here.
Let's do it.
[SINGING] Purple Gang, that's hard to hit
Ah, yes, she is a beauty.
Nothing around here that can touch him.
We got 12 more, all hidden up and down here.
Hidden away, yeah.
We'd grind these Harsens Island rubes up and spit them out.
Yeah, sometimes they chase and take, you know.
A lot of times, eh, I just spot the boats coming
back and forth from Canada.
Law doesn't mess with you or anything?
[chuckles] Who?
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Axel came through with the Intel
yet again.
That meant we could put our plan into action directly.
And I had just the man.
Dave Schindler was a fellow vet from the great war,
a touch crazy like most flyboys I know,
but as loyal as they come.
Axel.
Is that little Frankie?
Little Frankie.
Been a long time, Dave.
It's been a long time.
It's nice seeing you again.
Rumor has it you've been busy lately.
Damn near a legend on Harsens nowadays.
Well, I hear that you are a legend in the air.
I don't know about all that.
When she was operational, I might buy that.
I'll tell you, those damn Purples and them Tommy guns.
They've given me a few close ones lately.
Well, how would you feel about being rid
of that problem for a while?
I'm listening.
How long before you can have her back in the air?
A few adjustments.
An hour or two?
It's perfect.
Oh, and we're going to need some empty bottles.
I got plenty of those lying around back there.
What ya thinking?
Firestorm.
[dramatic music]
Yeah.
Woo!
[laughs]
LYMAN: Hello?
Mr. Axler?
It's Lyman Woodard.
Oh.
Well, thank you.
Thank you for asking.
How are you?
I have some news for you, but I don't
think you're going to like it.
STELLA: Was awful nice of the mothers
to take Carla for the day.
Yeah.
I'm just surprised at how well they're getting along.
I'm not really sure if it's a good or a bad thing,
to be honest.
But they love her.
Look, I-- I'm really sorry to put all this on you.
Don't be.
I was in just as much danger working at Squeaky's.
My soul was dying.
[romantic music]
I was going to do something extravagant.
Down at the old club, penthouse room, seven course meal,
all the fixings.
But I did, however, bring the imported French wine.
This is perfect.
It's almost like our spot.
Well, you just might earn that title if you say yes.
Yes to what?
Close your eyes.
What are you doing?
Close your eyes.
Frankie.
No, where are you?
I don't trust you.
I'm not going anywhere.
What are you doing?
FRANKIE: Just keep them closed.
Hold my hand. FRANKIE: OK.
All right.
You can open them.
Stella, will you marry me?
OK.
Can I take that as a yes?
Say it again.
I want to hear you say it one more time.
OK, all right.
Stella Mazara, will you marry me?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yes.
When?
Whenever you want?
Carla, my mom, your mom.
I'm sure they already know.
My mother knows, which means your mother knows.
And Carla is probably also in the knowing.
Before I actually agree to marry you,
I have to ask you a question.
Things just got serious.
OK.
Shoot.
How many kids do you want?
I've never really thought about it.
I-- I suppose that's open for discussion.
Why?
What if you already have one?
Well, if you're talking about Carla, I--
I already love her.
So I'd adopt her in a heartbeat.
You don't have to.
Carla's yours.
[happy music]
I love you.
FRANKIE: I love you.
[screaming]
[chattering]
Ta.
WOMAN: Let me see it again.
STELLA: I know.
I can't stop looking at it.
I hear that you and I have some stuff to talk about.
Yes, Daddy, we do.
I gave you schmucks a contract.
You told me you could deliver.
What the hell is going on?
[suspenseful music]
This Harsens rube is making an ass out of all of us.
And you two putzes are doing nothing about it.
$50,000 worth of boats gone, while
you two jerk off on my dime.
Either get this guy gone, or your asses are on the line.
And if you don't have anything worthy to add,
I suggest you just zip it and show yourselves out.
Eddie.
It's not good.
This Lyman, you know, he's got to do a lot more than just
earn his pay and, you know, answers the phones.
We're paying him money.
What are we getting?
EDDIE: What's your plan.
All right, look, we got to find a way to get
these schmucks to come to us.
Call them down.
That's your plan?
ABE: Yeah
Morning, gents.
You both know Axel.
Denzel and Junior here are our new partners
in Harsens' Breeze Moonshine.
So not only are we in the bootlegging business,
we're in the distilling game now, too.
We've talked before.
Fish fry.
Fish fry, that's right, yeah.
FRANKIE: Axel here is my most trusted associate.
I'm his most trusted associate.
FRANKIE: Great.
So what do we have going on here, fellas?
150 gallons, $50 a case, all day.
We'll cut it three times.
Make 100 clams each cut?
That's a lot of liquor.
Enough to get you 20.
We've got one more problem.
It seems that this high and mighty preacher, Norval,
is trying to cut us down.
Smooth.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Now, our current enterprise
had three obstacles, the Purples, the Feds,
and the citizens in favor of sober living,
which was a small temperance group residing on the island.
We would have had another run to the market
if not for that Norval Burgess and
his holy, righteous citizens.
Apparently, God condones going after bottles
with baseball bats.
Axel was going to return to his stakeout on the mainland.
I had just a plan to deal with our temperance folks.
[suspenseful music]
God be glorified.
Well, if it ain't Denzel Merz.
How you doing?
- I'm doing good. - I'm glad.
The family?
Yes, everything good.
Excellent, excellent, good.
It's great to see you.
A beautiful day for meeting, right?
- It really is. - Yeah.
Yes.
Why don't you come on in.
[SINGING] Thank God almighty, I pray to Thee
Keep that devil away from me
No time for lying
No time for crying
Just set me free
Oh, set me free
Don't be a lowdown sinner
God almighty will forgive you
Kneel on down
Just kneel on down
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: An anonymous tip
was given to the local Feds over liquor being
sold right under their noses.
Imagine hiding all that booze under the guise
of the temperance movement.
Talk about wolves in sheep's clothing.
Another call to some friends at the Detroit press
put the cherry on top.
Our mastermind, Axel, didn't want any credit.
So Denzel was the man of the hour.
But our biggest problem still remained.
The Purples were still out there looking to hurt us.
[SINGING] Don't be low down sinner
God almighty will forgive you
Kneel on down
Just kneel on down
Oh, down
Oh, Lord
EMMA: To our successful mission.
[SINGING] I'm kneeling
Down on my knees
FRANKIE: What's with the-- with the little smirk, hmm?
Spill it.
We ain't had any Purples out to the island in weeks.
The local temperance group has been out of action
for some time.
Local law enforcement's taking a mind your own business approach
with the local runners.
Mm-hmm.
That's all great, but there's--
there's something else.
Come on.
We've been sent a gift.
Champagne?
EMMA: French champagne.
FRANKIE: Wait, wait, wait a minute.
There was a Purples truck that ended up in the ice last winter
with a shipment of French champagne.
$5,000 worth.
And that's the same--
It is.
I had an idea where it went down.
And I've been thrown fishing nets here and there.
I had to find the stash.
See if it was skunked or not.
And?
EMMA: Pop it open and find out.
[bottle pops]
FRANKIE: Cheers.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
That is real good.
AXEL: She already knew.
I did.
I pulled up two bottles.
I had to try one immediately.
Called you guys over to try the second bottle to make
sure that it wasn't a fluke.
We need a plan.
She's already got a plan.
I own a diver's suit.
We just got to keep our eye on the peeping toms.
But this is the best opportunity we're going to have.
AXEL: Frankie, this is not the time to be taking on added risk.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Axel had a point.
Things were already good with the newfound freedom
to conduct business in Harsens.
But this sunken truck haul could really be the push we need.
One good Robin Hood haul to repay
many of our resistance fighters who'd suffered financially
under these damn Purples.
The following day, we waited until things
cleared up before heading out on our fishing boat.
[energetic music]
FRANKIE: Woo hoo.
Woo!
[laughs]
Woo!
Another one.
They're just south of the old club in the middle of the lake.
Now, I didn't see them bringing anything up,
but I did see someone dressed in a diving suit.
I will.
Yes, sir.
[upbeat music]
Where's Frankie?
Jeez, Frankie, if you don't want to marry me,
you could just say so.
You don't have to shoot me.
I am so sorry.
But guess what?
You found the champagne?
We did.
Great.
Another reason the Purples want to have you killed.
I thought we were supposed to be getting married?
Oh, I'm going to marry you, all right.
Stop it, Frankie.
You're just not going to be happy until something really bad
happens.
What's gotten into you?
Is it the wedding?
Our wedding?
I'm surprised you even remember.
Oh, come on.
The Italian Catholic Church doesn't want anything
to do with you, Frankie.
And your temple isn't exactly thrilled about me either.
Screw them.
We can have Jerry set us up all fancy-like at the old club.
And my father knows a judge who can marry us.
[grunting]
Maxie, you telling me this Morgansky
fellow ran numbers for you, but you
don't know nothing about him?
I swear on my mother's grave, I don't know nothing.
HENCHMAN: Come on.
[grunting]
Wait!
I mean, he was an ex-soldier.
[grunting]
His father runs a fishing business on Harsens.
That's-- that's all I know.
I'm not sure I believe you.
But either way, you're going to keep quiet.
MAXIE: I'm not a rat.
I won't say anything, Mr. Burnstein, sir.
I know you won't.
No!
[screaming]
[dings]
[suspenseful music]
Hey, boss.
This is our last meeting like this.
You two had a rep for never failing
to deliver on a contract.
But our confidence in both of you as of late has diminished.
Substantially.
Now, why do you think that is?
Mr. Burnstein, sir, look, Eddie and I,
we worked for our reputation.
It was tough in the streets of Jersey, you know.
But look, these-- these juniors running these boats,
they got to be rubbed out.
They're no better than the rubes that we're
dealing with right now.
And the thing is, there was a Coast Guard
and there was another boat.
And these-- all these people.
I don't give a rat's ass about that.
I want to hear what your plan is to take
care of this Morgansky fella.
We're going to use that whore that used to lay for Squeak.
What's he rattling about?
ABE: Yeah, you know, here's the thing, you know.
Frankie's soft on this whore.
A guy at the club, you know, I push on him,
he tells me some stuff.
I press on him some more, I get some more stuff.
You know how that is.
Well, here's the thing, is they're
planning to tie the knot, get married, you know.
So she's got to go back to the mainland.
She's got to buy a dress, a hat, shoes, a ring.
She's even got to get a cake.
And when she does, Eddie and I will be ready.
Look, Frankie's accidental success
is making him sloppy, OK?
That whore, that kid, they'll soon be ours.
And this whole fiasco will be over.
It better be.
Or you two will be over.
EDDIE: Mac Nolan.
Big Mac.
Madison Square Gardens.
I knocked you out in round four.
ABE: Eddie, don't do this.
Winner in the ring, loser in life.
And yet here we are.
ABE: Eddie, don't do this.
Let's blow this place.
Remember, Lyman?
He's got to tell us.
As soon as he comes to the mainland, let's go.
Forget it. Forget it.
Come on.
STELLA: Father should be here any minute to pick me up
for shopping on the mainland.
Sure you don't want to come get fitted for a suit?
A suit, Frankie.
I have a lot of things take care of right now,
but I promise you, after that, I'll get fitted for a suit.
Mm-hmm.
Promises.
Take care ofs?
You do anything that makes them ruin my wedding,
I will never forgive you.
Are we clear?
Isn't it our wedding, not just yours.
There's your father.
No stirring up trouble.
Love you.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: I cannot believe how
close I was to true happiness.
I've never seen my mother happier than with Carla.
Even my father had almost started
to enjoy his forced retirement.
Be good.
You have to be right next to me.
Thank you.
Watch your step.
Thanks.
All right.
Now, I'll be back for you in two hours.
Oh, that should give us plenty of time.
Good.
Thank you.
I can't wait for you to see my dress.
I can't wait either.
Come on, honey.
Oh.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
[upbeat music]
[gasps]
No.
Hey, hey, somebody help us, please.
Quiet.
No, please.
So we meet again.
No.
You're going to do something for me.
Stop it.
Control your brat kid.
Please, just take me. Just leave her, please.
You're gonna do something. We're going to get in the car.
Sweetheart.
You and the brat, or I'll shoot her.
Go now. - OK.
Come on.
Get in the car.
Get in.
Now.
[suspenseful music]
I'm sure they're ready.
I'll be right there.
I'll be here.
OK.
Hey, mister.
Is your name Simon Morgansky?
Who wants to know?
A fellow gave me a quarter to give this to you.
Wait.
What-- what's going on with this?
They aren't there.
What?
They never got in.
They never went in.
Get in.
Now.
What's this?
I don't know.
What is this?
Hey, where are they?
Talk.
GRANDMA: Where's Carla and Stella?
FRANKIE: Talk.
Where's Carla and Stella?
Where are they?
You.
You did this.
Please, I can't lose my baby.
They want $35,000.
And a load of champagne.
[sobbing]
Hey, look at me.
I've got this.
Get them back, please.
ABE: What's wrong, you're nervous?
The only reason you and your brat aren't out of the picture
yet, it's because you're worth $1 more alive than dead.
EDDIE: You know how that palooka boyfriend of yours?
He's going to have to pay big bucks to get your asses back.
That is, if he even wants it back.
ABE: Yeah, you better pray he does.
What, are you crying?
Look at me.
You-- what, are you hard of hearing?
You didn't hear what I said?
I said, look at me.
There you are.
You know, doll, number of years ago, you and me,
we had a lot of fun, didn't we?
STELLA: You're going to be real sorry.
ABE: What?
Eddie, I'm going to be sorry.
I don't like the way you looking at me.
You looking at me like that, it makes me nervous.
I don't know what to do with my hands.
I might hit you.
I might smack you.
Better yet, Eddie, grab her.
STELLA: No, no. - Mommy.
STELLA: I'm sorry, daughter.
Carla, close your eyes.
Don't.
Not in front of my daughter.
ABE: Look at that, Eddie.
You got a wild kid on your hands.
Carla, I love you.
No.
Carla, close your eyes.
What is it, doll?
You remember this, huh?
That's kinda how I see you living your life on the edge
right there, you know.
And if you're careful, it's OK.
You're not being too careful right now.
You're going to slip.
I'm gonna ask you one more time, just one more time.
You think about it really hard before you answer.
We had a good time back then, didn't we, doll?
Didn't we?
Yes.
ABE: Yeah, Eddie, look at that.
Let her go.
That's how it goes.
See, we can negotiate and get what we want.
Just like that.
CARLA: Mommy.
STELLA: Come here, baby.
I'm done with this game.
Let her go.
STELLA: You OK?
You OK, baby?
Sorry.
Frankie!
JERRY: Won't be long now, kid.
[ringing]
Hello?
ABE: Tell me you got the money in the booze
and we'll go to the next step.
Otherwise, we stop right here and we can prepare the funerals.
I got both.
ABE: Good.
You're gonna come alone.
You meet me in front of Squeaky's place.
FRANKIE: How do I know this isn't just
a setup to get the money, huh?
How do I know they're still alive?
ABE: Listen, schmuck, you're in no position
to be calling the shots.
You bring the money, you bring the booze, you get your whore
and your kid back, got it?
FRANKIE: I'm not about to be anyone's sucker,
unless I know my girls are OK.
You got me?
So unless you can prove that, you can kiss it all goodbye,
the money and the booze.
How about that, huh?
ABE: You got a deal, but don't be pushing your luck.
Tomorrow at noon I'll call again.
Listen, I've got your money.
It's in my safe and it's ready to travel.
Thank you.
JERRY: Yeah.
I can set you up with a place upstairs.
We'll leave this set up for our call at noon.
Oh, and by the way, I had Lyman's car taken care of.
He's not going anywhere.
ABE: Look, I appreciate you helping us out.
It's not a problem.
This is one of the whores I was looking forward to making
use of before she took off.
EDDIE: Squeaky's got some food prepared for the two.
Who smells like a French whore?
Is that you?
Calm down, Mickey.
I'm looking to have breakfast in bed with that little mavka.
Oh.
That so?
You know it.
You're a wildcat, huh?
Don't screw this up.
I'll make yous both sorry.
Eddie and I are going to go dip a bill, grab some shut eye.
We got this.
Enjoy yourselves.
Mama?
Yeah?
Do you think he's going to save us?
STELLA: No.
Carla, close your eyes.
Won't you come dancing with me?
Go down there. Go down there.
You're OK. You're OK.
I think you want a little bucket of slop.
Are you hungry?
What do you want?
IRVING: Well, I'm going to feed you.
But first, you're going to have to earn it.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
So put the kid away, get on your back.
You know what I want.
Then you get on your back. - No.
IRVING: Yes.
Get away.
Go ahead and get--
get ready.
No.
[shouting]
Get out of here.
Don't-- no.
Don't come back.
[screaming]
Carla.
FRANKIE: Hey, turn over.
I said turn over.
Sit up.
[speaking german]
What?
I don't understand.
English.
Kill, please.
Kill me.
[ringing]
FRANKIE: Hello?
STELLA: Frankie.
Stella.
Are you and Carla OK?
STELLA: No, no. CARLA: Mommy.
STELLA: I'm sorry! Don't!
ABE: Knock it off.
Tomorrow night, in front of Squeaky's at 9:00 PM.
You make damn sure you come along
with the money and the booze.
Any funny business, you'll never see your whore and your kid
again.
You got it?
Got it.
Yes, sir.
Just don't hurt them.
Got everything you want.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: This was all heading
towards a final showdown.
Failure was not an option.
ABE: Gentlemen, know your onions.
I think we're finally in a position
to get rid of this whore and the kid for a real price.
Well, that whore was mine, and I'm still owed.
ABE: Oh, you get what's coming to you and more, OK?
As soon as we get this Frankie Morgansky,
we turn him over to the Purples.
Will be in good standing with the Burnstein brothers again.
Hey.
EDDIE: All right, so that crazy bearcat spilled slop
all over Irving last night.
ABE: No.
She's-- yeah, she's--
she's a wild one.
I could have told you that.
Hey, my two cents.
Don't underestimate Frankie Morgansky.
ABE: Look, I've already called in reinforcements.
This Frankie Morgansky guy, he's as good as gotten.
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Axel has done an excellent job
in rallying the troops.
Defeat at the hands of these silk-suited kikes
was not something these Harsens Island patriots
were willing to swallow.
They all have stories of family, friends,
or themselves being bullied or harassed by these gangsters.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to their courage.
Alone, these mobsters have them wrapped up.
But standing together, they have the ability
to liberate their future.
I am so grateful for Axel's cool head and leadership.
My thoughts had me all over the board.
I had to pull it together for Stella and Carla.
You're a hell of a lot better at this than me.
These core troops have been trained well.
No doubt we're going to come out on top of this mission.
Thanks to the training they received for fighting in hell.
[ominous music]
Hey, Mickey.
Yeah.
We found a lonely boy.
Boss says he wants to know if you got the booze and the money
before we go any further.
I don't see anything.
I may just be a rube from Harsens Island.
That you are.
I'm not going to produce anything
until you show me my girls.
Listen, punk, the boss ain't going
to like us going back and saying you're not cooperating.
See, if you got any brains in that bean bag of yours,
you'll show us the money now.
FRANKIE: That right?
That's right.
I'm not producing anything until you show me my girls.
That's a nice hat that you got there.
I always wanted one of those.
Looks real pretty on you, Frankie.
Frankie.
We finally meet.
Get out of the car.
This is how it's going to go.
You feel that?
IRVING: Hope he cuts his lips off.
Yeah.
ABE: Shut up.
No problem, boss.
I got a blade right next to your jugular.
If these negotiations don't go as planned, we'll come back here
and I'll cut you.
And I'll laugh while you bleed.
You better not be trying to pull a fast one.
No, sir.
Show me the girls, I'll get you the money and the booze.
Mickey was right.
He's just a smart ass rube.
That's right.
Let's begin.
What are you trying to pull? - Relax.
OK?
What did I just tell you?
He's got the money.
Look.
It's like I said.
Screwing around in negotiations like this
is going to get you dead, Frankie Morgansky.
Stop right there.
Slowly come over here with the bag and drop it right there.
Put the bag right there.
Back up over there.
IRVING: Hey, Mickey, it's the fried chicken guy.
You're good.
You got the chicken? - What's your name, lovely?
ABE: Shut up.
You got your money.
All the booze is in the truck. - Yeah?
Yeah.
It better be.
Eddie.
Frankie.
Enough.
Say hello and goodbye.
ABE: Frankie, I got some good news and some bad news.
The good news is, one of us yous wins.
The bad news is, one of yous loses.
You, Frankie, you win.
You get to come with us.
Over there.
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.
EDDIE: Stay over here.
Hey, back over there.
You.
You lose.
Come here.
STELLA: No.
You take the whore, the brat, and you get out of here
and don't look back.
And do it now.
Frankie.
No, no, no.
Get off.
No.
Frankie.
You take your wild cat out of here.
Keep going.
Don't look back.
Now for you, my pain in the ass friend, you go there.
[chattering]
MICKEY: I'm really going to enjoy this, Morgansky.
I cannot wait.
What's the return policy for that little whore of yours?
ABE: All right, all right, shut it.
IRVING: You think I'm--
patience, patience, patience.
Shut your mouth. MICKEY: Whoa.
EDDIE: Now.
[suspenseful music]
I've been waiting to bust this troublemaker up since day one.
ABE: Eddie.
IRVING: See you.
See you.
Eddie.
Priorities.
We got $5,000 of champagne sitting on that truck.
Eddie, let's get it in, and then you
can have all the fun you want.
Nobody will touch you, I promise you that.
You know me, Eddie.
IRVING: Look at his feet.
ABE: Zip it.
IRVING: Is it the hat that makes him look so pretty?
What did I tell you?
Nothing. I'm not saying nothing.
It's him. - Zip it.
He wants to kill him. I don't want to kill him.
I want to kiss him.
MICKEY: Come on.
IRVING: Look at that pretty boy.
Pretty boy.
Oh my groin, you scared little boy.
MICKEY: You think so?
I think you better take it.
He needs a couple pops here, a couple pops there.
Do I look pretty now?
MICKEY: Hey. IRVING: Whoa.
MICKEY: Whoa whoa whoa whoa. IRVING: She'll kill him.
MICKEY: Ease off.
That's enough.
Go get the booze out of the truck.
What the hell is this?
You're all dead men.
AXEL: Is that the best you got?
Have you ever seen anybody when they've been shot in the head
with a gun like this?
ABE: Don't shoot.
Let me answer that question for you, sir.
No one has seen it because there's no one left to see.
Now, get on the ground.
All right.
There's a lot more itching for a fight.
We'll come jack you up.
ABE: Don't shoot.
AXEL: Don't look.
Turn around.
[grunting]
LYMAN: Please, please, please.
Where are we?
I'm-- I'm not-- I'm not a Purple.
I'm just-- I'm a piano player.
Please, sir.
Please, please don't hurt me.
What are you doing here?
ABE: You knew all along.
You were playing us.
Affirmative.
Now, on your feet, all of you.
AXEL: Gentlemen, the Harsens Island citizens have filed
criminal charges against you.
They have authorized this committee
to hold a trial to determine your innocence or your guilt.
The charges filed, but are not limited to, racketeering, theft,
aggravated assault, and generally pissing people off.
How do you plead?
AXEL: We will take your silence as an admission of guilt.
And with your plea of guilty, you
are sentenced to death, to hang until you are dead,
or someone comes to rescue you.
Fellas, make peace with your maker.
[somber music]
[music turns dramatic]
Attention.
A word.
I was going to be dramatic and paint your crimes on each
and every one of you before stringing you up as a warning
to the rest of the Purples.
But seeing what I know about the Burnstein Brothers,
some of you boys may consider the noose your best option.
You see, they're going to be very disappointed in you fellas.
And they'll be disappointed in everyone they send after you,
and all the poor souls they send after that.
Believe me when I say if we see one more Purple on Harsens
Island for any reason whatsoever,
there will be no second chances, no quarter given.
Is that understood?
ABE: Understood, Frankie Morgansky, sir.
Yeah.
Good.
I'll leave you men to decide your own fates.
The noose or the Burnstein Brothers.
But for those of you who choose not to go with the noose,
please, for me, give them our collective message
from the Harsens Island militia, and pray to God
that we never see each other again.
[intriguing music]
Oh, oh.
Oh, my baby.
Oh, my babies.
[sobbing]
FRANKIE [VOICEOVER]: Thanks to the brave patriots
of Harsens Island, we accomplished our objective,
gathered our troops, and headed back to our little Michigan
island paradise.
[dramatic music]
But what happened, you say?
Did everyone live happily ever after?
The Harsens Island citizens militia
returned to normal life, this time
without the Purples meddling in their business.
[upbeat music]
[dance music]
[SINGING] You can't win against the Purple Gang
Nothing you can do to stop the Purple Gang
Million dollars suits
Diamonds and gold to boot
When they roll up, silence fills the air
Hearts beat harder in the shadows, beware
Cigars and cold steel feels the night
You can't win against the Purple Gang
Nothing you can do to stop the Purple Gang
Million dollar suits
Diamonds and gold to boot
When they roll up, silence fills the air