Pushing off Connor's shoulder, Murphy places himself between his brother and their companion. Even for the least volatile MacManus those are pretty damn near fighting words.

Glaring, he gets in Sam's face. "Ye've got to be fuckin' kidding us, man. You think we'd lie about something like doin' God's work? He came to us in a fuckin' dream. It's our family's Work, ordained by the Lord, killing the motherfucking mafiosos and rapists and other fucking scumbags. How the fucking hell can you have a problem with something like that?"