[Cut to Newark Airport, inside terminal. Bright Eyes looks up at departures monitor, nervously scanning list of flights. Two 20ish men with heavy eyebrows, wearing trench coats, walk up behind him.]

TOMMY: Turn around, Bright Eyes.

BRIGHT EYES [after turning to face Tommy]: Every now and then I … fall apart?

TOMMY [taking Bright Eyes' arm, grinning]: Mr. Artucci thinks you're in no shape to fly.

TOMMY'S COMPANION [taking Bright Eyes' other arm, grinning]: Yeah, he'd like to take you for a little ride on his boat instead.

BRIGHT EYES: There's … nothing I can say?

[Cut to shot of '80s vintage Lincoln Town Car in middle of vacant lot, at night, being engulfed by explosion and fire.]

EFRAMO [watching from distance, face illuminated by glow from fire]: So remind me, why did we just steal the bodies of two homeless guys from the morgue -

WENDELL: We didn't steal 'em! I did a little bartering with my buddy the coroner.

EFRAMO: And then blow up my car, with the bodies in them? Besides the fact that my car was like two cars, older than me, and painted a color called ugly?

WENDELL [backhanding Eframo above the elbow]: So your dad'll think that's us! [Turns to face Eframo.] Dude! You know that's the only way out of a lifetime trafficking in illegally dumped medical waste. Or, in your case, bootleg CDs.

EFRAMO [turning to face Wendell]: So instead we're going to Pittsburgh. To a comic store.

WENDELL: They have that Japanese stuff you're into!

EFRAMO: Manga. In Pittsburgh. Riiiiight.

WENDELL: Besides, it's just so my cousin can hide us till we can get fake passports and go to Toronto.

EFRAMO: You know, they have witness protection. In this country. With better bagels. And much less snow.

WENDELL: Dude! You want to trust your safety to a government that want to change the friggin' Constitution to keep us apart? You wound me!

EFRAMO: All right, but what are we going while we're hiding?

[Wendell looks at Eframo and grins. Eframo grins back as camera slowly zooms out.]

[Cut to shot of "Fingers" hugging Delia, hand in her hair as her face presses against his shoulder.]

IRV'S VOICE: Sometimes blood really is thicker than water. br

[Cut to closeup of Bright Eyes' face, eyes tearing up, in middle seat of truck cab, with Tommy on passenger side and his companion driving.] But then … so is manure. br

[Cut to shot of limo driving past squad car parked in front of Brunelli house.] And crankcase oil when I'm overdue for a change. Like now.br

[Cut to shot of Eframo and Wendell, arms around each other's waist, leaning toward each other tentatively for kiss alongside Wendell's car.] All I know is, young love can be … an irresistible force. br

[Cut to shot of Amy walking down Main Street at night, backlit by streetlight, hair blown by wind.] Just like the yearning for freedom. br

[Cut to shot of Doc in darkened office, face illuminated only by dim light through blinds.] Or for revenge. br

[Cut to shot of Tommy cocking his head and grinning from stern of boat as it pulls away from pier at night, fading into mist from wake.] Or for cold, hard cash. br

[Cut to shot of "Bottles" downing shot of whisky from glass in right hand while left hand holds open bottle.] Or for that good, stiff drink that's waiting for me when I get home. God knows I could use one.br

[Cut to interior shot of car on interstate in dark. Wendell, in driver's seat, and Eframo, in front passenger seat, sing along with Nikki French dance remix of "Total Eclipse" on car stereo, making suitably diva-like arm gestures, as camera slowly zooms out.]br

IAnd I need you now tonight,br

and I need you more than ever,br

and if you'll only hold me tight,br

we'll be holding on forever,br

and we'll only be making it right,br

'cause we could never be wrong together …/I