And Willie goes for it, telling Mickey they were hoping to get some booze. No sweat, we'll just call your old man and see what he thinks of it, says Mickey. Willie says they need it for a party, and Mickey tells him to beat it, but Willie persists. "Are you deaf? Or just stupid?" says Mickey. He can be two things! Mickey's such a buffoon so often that I forget how menacing he can be when he wants. "Don't let the door hit you in the brains," says Mickey as the boys walk out.
But Willie decides to help himself to a case anyway while Mickey's distracted, and makes it all of about three feet before one of Doyle's goons grabs him and hauls him back inside where Mickey calls him a fucking thief and slaps him. He threatens to call Eli, and Willie pleads with him not to, and Mickey relents, telling him not to be so dramatic. "It's a good thing your dad's my pal," says Mickey, with Willie not aware enough of everything that's gone on to know that it's really because Eli and Doyle are decidedly not pals that Mickey isn't calling him, and, in the end, letting Willie to take the booze after all. I won't be surprised to see Mickey taking advantage of this. Willie picks up the case of rye, thanks Doyle, and walks out.
Richard is cleaning out the Harrow barn, crib in the foreground. He finds a trophy and a couple of ugly specimens of what used to pass for teddy bears a thousand years ago. He is, of course, beaming. There's also an old book called Good Times that he pages through. Fortunately, no overdue tax bills are inside. He takes a box full of the stuff over to the counter, and then notes the sunlight streaming in through the roof (add roof repair to your chores, Richard) and, his back to the camera, takes off his mask to feel the sun on his scarred skin while birds call outside.
He stands there a moment, then there is a fluttering of wings. He puts the mask on, and footsteps sound behind him. There's a man holding the trophy Richard just found. "Is this something you actually accomplished?" he says. This is Carl Billings, bringing a friend with a gun, the better to jog Richard's memory about meeting on the train last summer — and yes, this is the person who called about the tax bill, with Richard's intended victim dead in the background. "You agreed to take on a certain job. Something you knew how to do," says Billings, adding that Richard said it was the one thing in the world he's good at. They agreed to half then, and half when Richard finished. Only Richard didn't finish, and left a man alive.