looks like a storm's comin'.
the priest. did they release his name?
every last motherfucker that had anything to do with it.
but he can't hit him back.
this guy's fuckin' crazy. the brothers whip out money and give it to the sailor.
just protectin' our investment. ya made us fifty bucks.
murphy. why were you yellin' "fire"?
but why would he do something so public?
but how would anyone recognize us?
shit. that's right. y'know, every time they show those composites on tv and then they catch the guy, it looks nothin' like him. but ours?
maybe we should dye our hair.
yeah. these guys are always dyin' their hair. you know, like in "the fugitive." it's covert and shit.
i don't know. lighter, i guess.
i didn't say that!
i'm warnin' ya!
fuck you!
serves ya right!
shut it!
as the terrible hand of the lord struck upon the earth.
let's have a shot while we're waitin'.
no.
we don't hafta give you reasons. forget it.
yes it is.
oh, don't start gettin' all super fuckin' natural on us. we saw those guys goin' in there!
yeah, work our way up the food chain.
yeah. it's not fully developed yet, y'know, as it were.
you just scored a few points, rome.
i thought you said your car was inconspicuous.
where's that? pimpville?
yeah. while fuckin' a fat girl.
well, it's. uh. you know, it's.
don't worry, rome. shit like this builds character.
now, dat's just unprofessional.
what do we think?
well. let's send him one back.
well, at least the plan is off to a winning start.
how the fuck would you know?
jesus! what the fuck's he doin'?!
shit! tell him to go left, now!
i can't fuckin' believe i let you talk me into this! this is a stupid plan!
fuck you!
jesus christ! tell him to stop!
is it too late for a shot?
oh, this is our mexican.
hey, rome, we got sheets and broomsticks. you could build yourself a fort.
he's in. all the way in.
hey, uh, maybe we should.
what the. did they use his mug shot?
you remember how he told us he was embarrassed cuz the guy had to hold up all his long hair behind his head?
look at that.
that's an arm.
y'er one of a kind, roc.
i, i, i. there is no "i" in team, ya selfish prick.
we want the shooter you motherfuckers used on that priest.
the what?
it's down by the docks. dead as a doornail at night.
we'll see, won't we.
naw. you've earned your stripes, rome.
it's irish for "you're fucked."
what do ya think? let him go?
now, that was, perhaps the finest example of spiritual guidance that i have ever had the good fortune ta witness.
we heard about smecker. he was a good man.
murphy.
dolly, duffy and greenly?
bet'cha i can guess which one.
i'm glad we got the band back together.  . even though our new bass player's kind of a retard.
guess that makes you a cowgirl, eh? thanks. saved our asses.
five, five? he's short bastard isn't he?
we're hittin' him tomorrow night. dat soon enough?
in fact, we could use a few extra hands. that is if you fellas can still get yer irish on.
aw, jesus.
what is it?
that is. interestin'.
i feel like that kid who found the gold ticket in the candy bar in "willy wonka and the chocolate factory."
have you been crying again?
let's see.
no. you just hail from a colorful.
what.
you're about to have a period of gettin' yer ass beat!
i thought you were all hot fer dis!
let's do some gratuitous violence.
it's ridiculous! probably based on some stupid shit ya saw in a movie! and here i am again all tyin' myself up with rope! what is the deal with you and rope?! honestly!
well, get it fuckin' goin' again!
we gotta go now!
eleven more to go! ball park it!
time?!
what?
exactly.
when's romeo returnin' to the "hide out?'
and he should be sorry. the disrespect.
i got nothin'!
jesus christ!
just hold on.
what the fuck's he doin'?
what are ya talkin' about, da?
jesus.
wait. why did he set you up?
maybe we should.
call me with thy saints surrounded.
aye. it is. it is, da.
e spiritu sancti.