The Drop

There are places in my neighborhood no one ever thinks about.

You see them every day and every day you forget about them.

These are the places where all the things happen that people are not allowed to see.

You see, in Brooklyn, money changes hands all night long.

It's just not the kind you can deposit in a bank.

All that money needs to end up somewhere.

They call it a drop bar.

A bar the bosses choose randomly each night...

lo be the safe for an entire city.

You never know up front when your bar becomes the drop bar.

You just take all the city's dirtiest money...

and bag men come and go from all over town...

and nobody ever sees it coming. Nobody ever sees it going.

And then they could tell you to be the drop bar next week.

Or maybe even next year.

The point is, you never know.

In the meantime...

rme..

I just tend bar.

And wait.

Bobby, you want to sprinkle the infield with The General?

This is fucking awesome. We spend $80 million...

to drag a bunch of Jersey geriatrics across the river to wet-shit their Depends.

The old guard.

They're not that old.

You see Stackhouse block LeBron with his walker?

Gentlemen, these are on the house.

When he speaks, he says nice things.

Rardy, can you clean that up?

Okay, if it's for Richie.

You got new pants, Sully?

Yeah, I'll send them to the dry cleaners.

- Rardy, we're not thanking you. - Fuck you.

Fucking sphinx, that guy.

- Cousin Marv, thanks for the drink. - Thanks, Marv.

Shall we say something for the kid?

- Sully, go ahead. - Yeah, Sully, do it up.

Richie "Glory Days" Whelan. Fort Hamilton, class of '92 and a funny prick.

May he rest in peace.

Glory Days.

Fucking A.

Let me guess.

You bought them the round.

Yeah. They're only...

They're celebrating the anniversary of a very close friend, Marv.

The kid's been dead, what... 10 years now?

Ought to be a point where you move on. Stop scoring free drinks off a corpse.

Speaking of which, stop letting her ride a stool all night and not pay for her drinks.

- Who, Millie? - Yeah, Millie.

She doesn't drink that much.

When's the last time you charged her?

It's Millie, you know.

After midnight, you let her smoke in here even though it's illegal.

You think I didn't know that?

If she can't pay her tab tonight, she don't come back in here till she does.

Her bar tab is, like, 120 bucks.

It's about $140.

But she can't afford it, you know?

Yeah, I'm gonna start crying now. Okay?

And get all the candy canes and Christmas shit down.

It's December 27th. Come on.

Gentlemen.

Why don't you go fuck yourselves?

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Peace be with you.

Peace be with you.

Peace be with you.

Body of Christ.

The Body of Christ.

The Body of Christ.

The Body of Christ.

That's not good.

What are you doing in there?

All right. All right, now.

Hey. What are you doing in my trash?

You have a dog in your trash can.

It's a boxer.

Jesus.

You have a dog here in your trash.

This one's bleeding.

- What's your name? - Bob Saginowski.

Let me see your license.

My license? My wallet is in my pocket. You'll have to take it out.

I just sent that picture to four people. We clear?

- He's freezing. - Yeah, well, it's cold.

Let's bring him inside.

I'm Nadia, by the way.

Is it bad?

It's not that deep, but, man.

Someone beat the shit out of this dog. See these knots?

That's not skull, that's contusions.

Are you a vet?

No, I'm a waitress at the Ashmont Grill.

But I worked at Animal Rescue one summer as a tech.

Careful.

They're so hard, this breed. To find them a home.

Boxers?

This isn't a boxer. It's a pit bull.

That's a dangerous dog.

It's not the dog's fault his owner is a dick.

This guy...

look at him.

He's nothing but sweet.

You'll need a crate... makes them feel safe. I have one you can borrow.

And food and chew toys and stuff.

But I was, I was just passing a garbage can. I can't...

- I'll just take him back. - To who? The guy who beat him?

I'll take him to the proper authorities.

That would be the shelter.

Right.

After they give the owner seven days to reclaim him, if he decides not to...

this dog will be put up for adoption.

But who knows what kind of person will take him?

I don't know.

You can take him. You take him.

I work nights. I work a lot.

We'll have to send him to Animal Rescue.

Okay, look, can you, can you...

give me a couple days to think about it? Please?

I have to think about this. It's a big responsibility.

I don't know anything about...

Please, just a couple days. I'll come back.

Please, a couple days. Hold him till the weekend.

Just the weekend. It's a couple days. Please. Please.

Saturday morning.

Thank you.

All right. Thank you.

Saturday.

Bob?

- The dog needs a name. - Right.

Oh, my God.

You're going to be okay.

Do you know a Nadia Dunn? Nadia Dunn?

You don't?

You don't?

No.

That's the girl who's holding the dog.

The dog again.

You know, I was thinking that training a dog...

housebreaking, and all that, that's...

I mean, that is a huge responsibility, right?

Well, it's a dog.

It's not like some long-lost retarded relative shows up in a wheelchair...

a colostomy bag hanging out of his ass.

Says, "I'm yours now. Take care of me."

It's not that.

It's a dog.

Yeah.

What?

What?

No.

It's a fucking bad idea.

We should hit it for everything or not at all.

Little brother, listen. My guy says we got to show him...

that we can handle our shit.

Says we do it in steps. See how the owners respond.

They could respond pretty fucking bad, you nut.

So that's what we'll see.

Your guy. Your fucking guy talks a whole hell of a lot.

It's a fucking drop bar.

Not tonight it isn't.

Okay?

Okay.

Don't think about it, just fill it.

Okay, we won't cause any trouble.

You're making trouble!

- Do you know what the fuck you're doing? - Marv.

Do you know whose money this is?

Fucking fill the bag!

All right.

Just take it easy.

There you go.

Go ahead.

You fucking talk too much.

Where's Rardy?

Rardy?

What the fuck?

- You all right? - Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick.

- I'm okay. - Look at his head.

Split open. We got to call an ambulance.

That's bad. Rardy, don't move. Just stay where you are.

- How bad do I look? - Don't move. It's not good.

I'm putting something on your head.

Hold that.

There's one for your face.

The 8 o'clock at St. Dom's.

Every morning we see each other and we've never met.

- Detective Evandro Torres. - Hi. I'm Bob Saginowski.

- A shame about St. Dom's. - What do you mean?

I just found out they're folding it into St. Mary's. Can you believe that?

I did not know that.

- You're the bartender? - Yeah.

The guys with the guns... Want to take a walk?

They sound like anyone who ever came in here before?

Nah. The guy closest to me, I could see that his watch had stopped.

Officer Bernardo says you said they were covered head to toe? Hoodies, masks?