That's my cut.
You don't work for me, you don't work for no one.
I don't like bosses.
You was better off you stayed in the Bronx.
It would have been better for you, too.
I'm going to kill him one of these days.
In the meantime it looks like he killed us.
Deborah, open up the door.
Hey, Deborah.
-That stuff isn't ready for the Globe? -We're loading it.
Hey! Che cazzo succede down here?
-Hey, Al, we got the big boys with us today. -They want to work for us.
Doing what Bugsy did. We want his job.
Do you get that?
Eh, Capuano, we the best... escort you ever gonna get.
Ah, fanculo ma, escort your mother's ass out of here.
Okay. Let's go, Noodles. Well peddle your invention somewhere else.
Hey, wait a minute.
What invention?
-You ship your stuff by the river, right? -Si, sometimes.
When you get caught by the Coast Guard, you gotta throw all the cases overboard.
You lose the whole shipment, Capuano.
So?
For ten percent, we'll save it all for you.
-Whadda you got, a submarine? -We got salt.
You got, what?
Salt. Me and the boys are old salts.
Yeah. We need three tons of salt per shipment.
What the fuck, get the fuck out, go back to school where you belong.
What is it with all this salt?
Hey, hey, we got salt on our Noodles. Show 'em.
This is full of salt.
All right, come here.
-So? -Keep your shirt on, Capuano.
We gotta wait for the salt to dissolve.
What's wrong?
Hey, look.
-Look at that! -It's crazy.
Noodles!
I see 'em, I see 'em! What did I tell ya?
We did it.
Come here, Max.
We did it.
No, Max, no!
Max!
What would you do without me?
There.
From here on we establish the shared funds of the gang.
They belong to all of us together and to none of us alone.
And we solemnly swear to put in fifty percent...
of everything we make. Agreed?
Agreed.
-Agreed. -Agreed.
Agreed.
I wanna take another peek.
And now for the immediate departure of the railroad...
express Poughkepsee, Albany and Buffalo.
All aboard.
This goes to Fat Moe. We don't tell him what it's for.
And he gives it back only when we're all together. Agreed?
Agreed.
Bugsy's coming! Run!
Noodles.
I slipped.
Yentzer. Schmuck.
You wanna go in?
Yeah.
You a relative?
An uncle.
It's open.
Erected to their everlasting memory...
by their friend and brother, David Aaronson, "Noodles".
Can I take that for you, sir?
Your limousine is waiting.
Maxie.
How are you, uncle? You're looking good.
You're looking a little better.
Come on. Let's get you off the streets.
Some limousine.
-What are you talking, huh? We own the company now.
It's a good cover. You'd be surprised, it pays off, too.
My mother wrote me you was in the body snatching business.
By the way, I appreciate everything you did for my family.
Forget it. It's your dough. It's all down in black and white in the company books.
You're the company. You and Patsy and Cockeye.
Grave diggers and equal partners.
Hey, enough of this, huh? Business before pleasure.
We got a rush job. Here.
Come here. Look at this. Come, come.
Sudden death. Fucking tragedy, huh?
-Twenty-six years old. -Twenty-six?
What a shame!.
Great stiff. She died of an overdose.
And I'm ready for another.
Come on, Noodles, pump some life into her.
You didn't turn pansy while you were in there, did you?
There you go.
Turning over in the grave. They do it every time.
Don't worry. A pansy he ain't.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
Thanks. Goodnight.
Hey, you wanna little pick me up?
Oh, no, thanks. I've had mine.
Did you give her your all?
What do you think? You bet your life I did.
Wait'll you see this place. It's got the best...
It's over here.
-Where we going? -To a place that never closes.
Watch yourself.
-What's this? -Our place.
We've got the hottest spot in town.
Huh? This is the real Fat Moe's.
Gimme that rag, will ya?
-What do you think? -It's beautiful.
-You like it? -Beautiful.
Hey, give me that.
-Noodles! -Patsy, look who's here.
Come here, sonofabitch... come here, come here.
You look fantastic.
How you doing?
-Look how big you got? -Me?
Noodles. Oh, God.
-Noodles. -Number three coming through.
Hey, let's have a toast, for Christ sakes!
Hey, you look like shit to me.
Wanna you want, I just got out of prison.
-Hey, Noodles, get a load of this. -Look.
-Hey, scotch heating. -Yeah, a buck a cup.
-A buck a cup? -Yeah.
-How much it cost us? -Costing us?
-Yeah. -A dime, including overhead.
Hey, Noodles, Fat Moe.
You look terrific.
It looks like you lost an ounce or two.
You think I'm going to lose hemorrhoids.
You can't recognize him without his apron.
-L'chaim. -L'chaim.
Welcome home.
So what the fuck kind of maitre'd you, huh? A new guy rolls into the joint...
you don't even show him around. What's the matter with you, huh?
I didn't know. Hey, Noodles, I'm sorry.
Yeah, you're some bunch of shtunks, you know that?
You don't come up and get me up there.
-He's the shtunk over here. Tell him. -He said you weren't coming out...
until Monday.
So, you guys can go get him the next time he gets out.
God forbid.
Come on, let's see if you can guess who it is?
Charlotte russe. With a little too much whipped cream.
Peggy
Hey, you want me? And my prices, they've gone up.
I work in a high-class joint now. And I get paid by the pound.
And my Peggy, she's worth every minute of it, too, my red hot mama.
Come on, come on.
Timber!
Now you've seen your old pals, I want you to meet some new ones.
-Fagala, I'll see you later. -Stay here all night or what? Come on.
Cockeye wanted to play with the band. I'm serious.
Come on.
-Aren't you going to say hello? -Hello.
-Your brother's a real friend. -He's a romantic.
Did Max tell you I was getting out today?
Max? No.
-You remembered yourself? No. Moe. It's always Moe.
Yeah.
You mean you weren't counting the days?
Of course I was. 4.344, 4.343...
I lost track at three thousand.
-That wasn't my choice. -Yes, it was. It still is.
Well, anyway, did you come here to welcome me back at least?
I still live here. I was on my way out...
when Moe said I should at least say hello.
I hope Moe didn't have to bend your arm or anything like that.
No.
Welcome back, Noodles.
Hey, Noodles.
You dancing?
Every night at the Palace Theater.
I've made some progress since I used to dance here among...
the brooms and the empties.
You can come spy on me if you like. If you have time.
Every night.
Noodles.
Go on, Noodles. Your mother's calling you.
It's good to see you again, Noodles.
My pleasure.
-Did you get the wine? -Dago red. The best.
How you doin'?
There they are. The for horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Did you see that movie, Joe? It's a good movie.
-Hey, Max, how are ya? -Good to see you.
This must be your friend Noodles.
Noodles, say hello to Mr. McNaulty.
Hi, Noodles, how are ya? Very nice to meet you.
And you don't have to call me Mr. McNaulty like he says.
I like my friends and people I respect to call me Frankie.
Come on, sit down. Get some chairs and some glasses.
Sit down and relax. You're home now.
This is my very dear friend, Joe.
He came all the way...
from Detroit to ask me to do him a favor.
And I wanna do it for him.
I don't have to tell you who Joe is.
How far he got. And how far he's gonna get.
He's not only my dear friend, he's my brother.
Frank, I'll tell you the truth. Even a Jew can't eat this shit.
I mean, the mustard doesn't even help.
This uh... guys with you?
I told you these fellas are with me.
You could trust them. You're in very good hands.
Just tell them exactly what you want them to do.
I'm interested in some diamonds from Detroit. Kid stuff.
Why us then?
If it's kids stuff, why don't you have the kids from Detroit do it?
Excuse me, Noodles.
What he means is that it's something that's very simple.
But for now he needs kids from outside to handle it.
I mean he just found out that they're going to move these...
Diamonds to Holland in a few days.
So something came up right away.
You understand?
Hey, Joe...
tell these guys the story about...
the pussy being insured. What is it?
Insured?
Tell these guys how you stumped on this whole thing.
-No, no, no. -Tell 'em the story.
Uh, come on.
Pussy insurance. Insurance pussy. What is it?
Tell them that story.
Life is stranger than shit, that's all.
It's a pisser. No big story.
I got this insurance agent, this Jew kid named David.
He used to call me at every policy in the world.
Every policy name it. The dogs, house, wife, life...
I'm drinking with the boys and he comes in with his wife.
A pretty brunette, with a nice ass... who works for a jeweler.
And he's still on the hustle... this guy.
And so I wink at the guys and I say: Look...
the most serious policy that should be...
you don't have me covered for.
He goes, "What's that, Joe?" Cock insurance.
You make me a policy that when it don't work...
I get a payment, I'll write out a check now.
He thinks, "Oh, I don't know if there actuality gauges...
governing this, but we can make a policy."
He says, "But you got to guarantee...
that you're in good health now."
Well, that's super, you know, I says, look, leave her with me...
come back and see if it stands up then...
you know I'm in good health to begin with, right?
The jerk leaves her. I screw her. Not only that, she likes it...
and she tells me, she blabs when her boss, the jeweler...
is shipping stones to Holland...
where he keeps his stash...
in a little drawer in the safe everything in the world.
Can't ask for more, right? Except one better.
I never paid the first premium on the new "cock".
Cock insurance.
Life is funnier than shit.
But...
be easy with the girl.
I mean that, be easy with the girl.
Oh, my God!
Open it.
Who has gotten in?
Well, you had to go and be a hero, huh?
-Open it. -No.
Open it.
No, don't hurt him! Don't hurt him. You bastard!
You animal! You asshole!
-Come on. -What do you mean?
-Come on, hit me. Hit me. -Are you crazy?
Come on, straighten up and fly right.
I'm all right.
Let me make it look real. Make it look real.
-Knock it off. -I'm all right. Let go.
Come on, cut the act.
Hit me.
She said, hit her. Go ahead, rap her in the mouth.
-I said, hit me! Hit me! -I'll hit you.
-You animal! -Put a cork in her.
Don't! No! No!
You dirty bastard!
Bastard!
Try the secret compartment.
Atta boy!
Thanks.
Lots of matzo balls.
Look at that.
Okay, better wrap 'em up.
We're going. You coming?
Coming.
-Morning. -Did you get the stones?
Pay him.
-Any trouble? -No trouble. Kid stuff.
You okay?
How come you didn't tell me?
Being inside can change you.
I'd already made the deal with Frankie to get rid of Joe.
With a man like McNaulty you don't say yes
and then say no. I could not take the chance...
you'd change your mind. Understand?
Well, you're right. I would have said no.
Frankie McNaulty is as big as they come.
He's got the combination in the palm of his hand.
If we're not careful he's going to have us in the palm of his hand.
You don't get nowhere alone.
I thought you were the guy that said you didn't like bosses.
It sounded like a good idea then. It still is.
Let's just think about it. They're gonna ask us...
to come with them. There's a lot in it for us.
Today they asked us to get rid of Joe.
Tomorrow they ask me to get rid of you.
Is that okay with you? 'Cause it's not okay with me.
All right. Let's just forget about it.
Wanna go for a swim?
Yeah, let's go for a swim.
All right, what are you doing?
Noodles, don't fuck around.
-What are you doing? -Hey.
You crazy?
Shit!
District Attorney, James Lister, was killed in an explosion...
of a car belonging to Secretary of Commerce Bailey...
as he was leaving the secretary's Long lsland estate.
Mr. Lister, who was killed instantly in the blast...
was scheduled to testify in Washington on Thursday...
before a Senate Committee. A Committee investigating...
what has come to be called "the Bailey scandal".
A special team of detectives has been assigned to the case.
As for Secretary Bailey he was not available...
for any statement at this time.
Did you know those guys?
...at the offices of his long time legal advisor, lrving Gold...
in hopes of getting some comment.
Mr. Gold, are you aware that District Attorney Lister...
is the second witness in the Bailey Scandal...
to meet a sudden and violent end. The first...
was Thomas Finney, Under-Secretary of Commerce...
who fell to his death from his fifteenth-floor office...
just a month ago.
Do you think there's a connection between these deaths?
Take the money and run. What the hell's keeping you here?
The FBI is looking into it. Ask them.
The only remaining witness is the man who...
rightly or wrongly has given his name to this whole affair...
Secretary Christopher Bailey.
Curious.
What did the Secretary think of all this?
-The Secretary has no worries. -Sir, if he has no worries...
why then has he retreated to his place on Long lsland?
Far from retreating he's busy preparing his attack...
on the questions he will be asked by the committee.
I'd call them accusations more than questions, sir.
The Secretary has no worries.
But the public does. Particularly in view of the rumors about...
rigged contracts, bribery, the international Mafia, especially...
those dealing with the illegal use of the transport union....
pension funds.
Could you tell us anything about that?
Gentlemen, I deny all of these rumors and allegations...
directed against my organization.
Our hands have always been...
and will continue to remain clean.
In my entire life I've fought to keep...
the American labor . movement clear of anything.
Him I know.
... forced speculation, criminal elements or corrupt politicians.
If any mistakes have been made...
He's still giving out the same old bullshit.
If any guilt at all exists in this situation...
it lies elsewhere.
What's this I've been reading about you in the newspaper?
Flammatory words from a union boss?
You still won't come and stop the workers...
or the social movement.
Listen to me, you socialist asshole.
We don't give a good fart about this socialist workers...
and their movements. We just want you...
out of the factory so we can get the furnaces working again.
This is the last offer you're going to get.
You want to sign it or what?
Tell your bosses they can wipe their ass on it.
Fill her up.
This is my last...
Hold it, boys. Don't shoot.
It's me, Crowning.
-Crowning? -Yeah. That'll do, boys.
What'll do? We almost got the kid where we want him.
And we got the boss where we want him.
Easy.
Put 'em down.
Put your guns away, boys.
Just swapping prisoners.
Union boy over here.
Well, look who's here.
Fat Moe's bone yard boys.
Which reminds me.
How's that cancer in your gut coming along, Chicken Joe?
Untie him.
I don't take orders from you.
We're not asking you to take orders, Joe. We're tellin' you.
Now go ahead, untie him.
Untie him.
Who are you?
Who's paying you?
I think this is really going to piss you off there, Mac.
But I think it's those dirty politician friends of yours.
You crawl back and tell'em we don't want you with us.
Our fight's got nothing to do with liquor ...
and prostitution and dope.
Well, you'd better get used to the idea, pal.
This country is still growing up.
Certain diseases is better to have when you're still young.
You boys ain't mild cases of measels. You're the plague.
And bastards like him are immune.
That's the difference between us and them!
Take this, kid. The difference is that they're always going to win.
And you're going to keep getting it up the ass.
Sooner than you think.
Chief Aiello, moving policemen into the factory came...
as a surprise to everyone. The press, the unions...
especially the strikers.
Well, what did you want, sweetheart, a declaration of war?
Ours was a peaceable operation.
Well, wasn't that contrary to the new union laws...
and the rights of strikers?
I'm chief of Police, not chief of the people.
Was there any violence on the part of the strikers....
to justify your action?
My motto is, "Prevention, not repression."
But you let scabs move in and start working.
Young lady, you wanna talk to me...
call 'em unemployed workers. Now with your permission...
I'll take these flowers to my missus before they wilt.
Or maybe you heard. I'm the father of a baby boy.
We heard he's the youngest stockholder...
in that factory you occupied.
What'd you mean by that?
They say management expressed their thanks with...
a birthday present for the baby.
You know, slander is a serious offense.
Especially when it comes from a hack reporter.
You wanna find out how serious?
But since this is my first boy after four girls...
I'll declare amnesty.
Behave yourself.
Go.
Thank you.
-He's eating? -For five.
For five? Well, why not?
You could feed an army with these two milk plants.
We could open up a dairy.
Oh, hey. That's nice, huh? Who loves ya? Who loves ya?
I love you.
And I love you.
Rosie, don't you have to feed him at six o'clock? Right?
Come in.
-Here he is now. -That's my son.
That's my son.
Jesus Christ! They change fast.
Yeah, but he looks like my old man.
Yeah, look, same eyes.
And look, the same devilish pride, huh?
-Did you see his dickey? -Ah, Vincent.
-What?. -The girls.
The girls! Sooner or later you're going to have to learn...
that after me the boss in the house is him.
He's got balls just like his papa.
-Let me have him. -Naw. I'll do this.
I'll do this, huh.
Let papa change you, huh?
Come on, look, then everything will be swell.
Come on, come on.
What the fuck is this?
What is this? What's that?
-Look. What? -It's the right number.
The right number?
I'll break your goddamn neck! Find my son or I'll burn down...
this whole goddamn building.
Hello. Would you shut up?
No, hey, no, wait. I'm not talking to you.
Well, who's this? Never mind to who am I talking...?
Where the hell are you? My son, where is he?
Where do you think he is? He's in the maternity ward. He never left.
He just got a little restless, so he wanted to change his bed, that's all.
The other kids got the same idea, so they also wanted to change their beds.
There you got 30,40 screaming babies jumping from one bed to another...
Switching tags, so... now we do have a real problem.
Jesus. Shit. What do you want? What the fuck... I want my son.
Look, we were there to see that everything was under control.
If you want we can put everything back where it was.
Except there's one problem, you gotta meet us halfway.
How? Tell me.
Now what do you give a fuck about who wins the strike?
What did you do?
First of all you let the scabs in. Second of all you've got ...
the cops in there protecting them. That's what you did.
-I'm a cop. -All right, shut the fuck up...
and I'm gonna tell you what you do. Now listen to me...
very carefully. You're gonna call off your dogs and you're...
gonna let the strikers work it out with the bosses, you got that?
I want my son back right now.
You do that and we'll give you the kid's new number. .
If you don't do that, look for your kid yourself.
-And good luck. -So, what's it gonna be?
Ok. All right.
Atta boy. You know, Aiello, for a rotten red bastard...
son of a bitch, you're not as stupid as I thought. Yeah.
-All right, we'll be in touch with you. -Wait, wait.
Don't worry. We'll be in touch with you.
-So? -What he's got to do?
To a very smooth talker.
-Mozzel Fagala. -Noodles.
Where's that switch list?
-Uh... the switch list? -Yeah.
-I can't find it. -What?
-I can't find it. -What did you do with it?
I think I dumped it with that hospital jacket.
-Oh, yutz. -Oh, Pat.
Wait a minute, listen. Listen, Noodles, wait.
I remember.
The boy's numbers was odd, was even and the girl's numbers was odd.
-It's very simple. -That's a good start.
You know what, let's give him an even number.
Let's pick eight.
Eight.
Yeah, it's a good number.
Wait a minute, what about the other little pissers?
We're better than fate. We give some the good life...
give it to others right up the ass.
All right, boys, let's settle up. It's Saturday.
Settle-smettle there, Peggy, I'm gonna take mine out in trade.
Oh, you're a such a nudge.
Hey, you know what? You know, I wish I was switched when I was a kid.
Well, what makes you think you weren't?
I don't believe it.
Hey, you guys, come here. Take a look at who's over here.
-That suit you, Peg? -Yeah, okay, fine, Max.
-What've you got? -Over there.
What?
Holy shit! Noodles! Noodles! Come here, come here.
Look.
The blonde by the piano.
-I don't know, who's that? -Who is that?
You and thils broad were practically engaged at one point.
Oh, beat me. I love it.
Oh, what? The Detroit cock squasher?
-Peggy, hey. -That's not her. She looks different.
You know that platinum blonde Over there in the flower dress.
Now she's by the table. See her? Call her in, will ya?
-Carol. -Carol, whatever.
Just tell her there's a bunch of her old friends here, you know what I mean?
Carol.
Noodles, come here.
-Somebody here wants to see you. -Who?
You know these guys?
No.
I don't think so.
No. I'd remember a bunch of good-lookers like these.
Oh, well, how could I forget?
There was only one of you I got to know personally, though.
Which one. Let's see how good a memory you've got for faces.
You.
No.
Him.
We've been hanging out so long together we're starting to look alike.
Charmed.
You can call me Carol.
Okay?
We've already met.
Pleasure.
The pleasure... is all mine.
-So you left Detroit, huh? -No. Her and her husband just...
-come in on the weekends. -Yeah, beats the seashore.
She takes on ten guys while her hubby watches through the peephole.
Beats the hell out of the movies.
I wonder what that poor jerk is up to in his cubby-hole right now?
He must be wondering where his fucking wife is.
Why don't we make it a threesome, huh?
Can't you see he's got other plans for tonight?
Well, bring her along. Make it a foursome.
I'm not that kind of guy.
Besides, I'm afraid if I give you a good crack in the mouth, you like it.
Goodnight fellas.
See you later.