To be perfectly frank,
I was a little surprised to hear from you.
- Is there something wrong? - No. Why?
Well, it's usually the case... from someone you haven't heard from.
Everything's fine.
Actually,
I have a favour to ask.
You smug fuck!
What is it?
I need some money.
May I ask what for?
- Could you turn the light off? - Why do you want the light off?
I just do.
- You never did before. - Please, Arnold.
- Where is everybody? - I don't know, man.
All Angel said was meet at Waldbaum's.
- Is this the right Waldbaum's? - Yeah, I'm positive.
You just watch my back, and I'll watch yours.
- What are we supposed to do now? - Hey.
Everyone and their mother.
The truck's gonna be here. Back up.
Come back!
Stupid fuckin' junkie! We're fucked! We are fucked.
Sitting in that hot-ass sun
while we sit here ass deep in motherfuckin' snow.
What if we went down there?
- Are you serious? - Why not?
What the fuck are you sayin'?
We ask some room clerk at some hotel for a connection?
You saying you can't nose out some dope when it's around?
Man, we got nothin' to lose. It's wide open.
And if we get there right away we can name our own price,
and have those fools cover the street for us.
Yeah, man. last summer was a motherfuckin' ball, huh, Jim?
Just seems like a thousand years ago since last summer, man.
It'll be like that again, man.
I could get Angel to get us a short...
if we promise him some dynamite scag.
Thank God. Where have you been?
Where the hell you think I've been?
- Where's the score? - We had a bit of a problem.
I mean, everything was goin' good, and then...
- some dumb-ass junkie... - Did what?
Some dumb-ass junkie did what?! You fucked up?!
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - You promised it was gonna be OK.
I fucked that sleaze-bag. I put myself through hell for you!
- There's nothing out there! - I don't give a shit! Fucking loser!
You wanna be sure we have some extra?
Ty told me about a guy holding some weight.
But he ain't sellin' it!
Yeah?
- Gimme that guy's number. - What guy?
- The guy who likes broads! - Why?
Just gimme the number!
All right. 934-8777.
You worried so much, go fix yourself up with him!
You won't have to fuckin' wait and I won't freeze my ass off!
Fuck you.
All right, we got a winner.
- We got a winner. - We got a winner.
She's beautiful, with a winning sense of humour and smile.
She'll win your heart!
From Brighton Beach, Brooklyn,
please give a juicy welcome to our own Mrs. Sara Goldfarb!
Juice by Sara! Juice by Sara! Ohh, Sara!
Ohh, Sara!
It's a pleasure to be here.
It's a pleasure to have you. And that is one smashing dress.
Thank you. Tappy. I would like to say hello to my husband, Seymour,
and my beautiful, successful son Harold...
I hope you're in love.
Please come and see me, and bring Marion, won't you?
I'm sure he'll be here soon.
It's almost that time. Are you ready?
I'm ready, Tappy.
Not to worry. Not to worry.
What are you doing here?
Why are you here?
- What do you want? - Oh, Tappy!
Join us in creating excellence.
Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
look at this.
- It's disgusting. - What do you expect?
Could you do any better?
look at this.
It's an old building. It hasn't been painted in years.
I'm old! Alone!
You don't understand.
Please. I'll explain.
What is that? No, I don't want that!
What are you doing? Get away from me!
- Ready, Mrs. Goldfarb. - What?
Three, two...
What am I supposed to do ?
Feed me!
Feed him yourself.
- Feed me, Sara. - Feed me, Sara.
Feed me, Sara!
Feed me, Sara! Feed me, Sara!
I just wanna be on television! Please!
Thank you, Angel.
Whoo-hoo!
Sure hope this motherfucker works. My ass could use some heat.
- How long this trip's gonna take? - We'll make it in a day.
A day? Shit!
California, here we come.
It's Florida, Ty. Florida.
California, Florida...
Either way, your pale ass getting a tan.
Ah!
Does this train go to Madison Avenue?!
Do you know Maylin and Block?
I have their address. It's on Madison Avenue.
- I'm gonna be on television. - You're whacked!
Hey! Hey! Hello?
Do you know if this train goes to Madison Avenue?
I'm gonna be on television!
I just have to find out when.
Florida?
When is he gonna be back?
A few days? Angel, what am I supposed to do?
Please, you gotta help me.
oh, come on, I can get you money.
Angel, there's gotta be something. Anything. Help me.
Why aren't you calling me?
I have to know when I'm gonna be on television.
I'm Sara Goldfarb.
And you should tell me when I'm gonna be on television.
Just sit for a moment. I'll ring them.
I just wanna know when.
Maybe you lost my card! Please, have a look, and you'll tell me.
It's not the prizes. I'll give them away.
I just wanna be on the show.
I've waited so long...
to be on with my Harry and my grandson.
Here, Mrs. Goldfarb, sip this.
Sometimes it takes a while to get called for a show, Mrs. Goldfarb.
Oh. Oooh.
- Is this her? - Yes.
- Can you walk? - I'm walkin' across the stage!
And you should see my Harry on television.
We're giving the prizes away.
I just wanted to be on the show!
- What's her name? - We think it's Sara Goldfarb.
Tell Seymour to meet me at the beauty parlour.
I've got the red dress that I wore to Harry's graduation.
oK, Mrs. Goldfarb. Here we go.
One, two, three...
let's take it nice and easy.
Yeah?
Hi...
Tell Rose I'm going to be on television.
Whoo.
oh, shit!
God damn! How long you had that?
- Just a few days. - That shit don't look too good.
It don't feel too good either, man.
But a little stuff will take care of that.
Hey! Don't shoot in there!
I'll blow it if I don't.
Fuck it.
oh...
Shit.
- Hi, how are you? Can you hear me? - Yes, Seymour.
- Take anything? - I took my red dress and...
- No emergency. Take her to psych. - Television.
Come on in.
Thanks.
What's your name?
Marion.
Well, what do you know?
Maid Marion.
I'm little John.
Beautiful view.
You know what I like about paddy chicks?
They give good head.
Black broads know nothin' about head.
I don't know why.
Maybe it's to do with some ancient tribal custom.
Come here.
Mmm. Better save some of that energy.
oh, I know it's pretty, baby,
but I didn't take it out for air.
Yeah.
I told your ass, stay away from that arm. See?
I gotta call Marion, man.
That's about to be a long-distance call now.
That's 600 miles! We are 600 miles closer to Miami.
It's also 600 miles further away from New York.
I know where to get a real nice taste,
though it's more like play. Sunday night?
We're throwing a little gathering. All good people.
I can't, I'm busy.
Anyway, I'm not really hooked.
Oh, I know, but it's a real nice taste.
I'll see you Sunday, Maid Marion.
OK, just try and answer my questions.
- When did you start taking pills? - Oh, the summer.
- You started last summer? - I got the best place in the sun.
- Ada fixed my hair. - Everything is gonna be all right.
We'll get you fixed up in no time.
- Hold tight, man. - I can't fucking cut it.
I gotta do something about my arm.
let me see what it looks like.
oh, damn, Jim!
oh, man.
That's one ugly motherfucker.
- I gotta call Marion. - Fuck that.
We gotta get you to a hospital, man.
What is that?
I don't want that. I don't want that!
Ah! Oh...
What's the problem?
- It's my arm. My arm is killin' me. - let's have a look at it.
All right.
I'll be back in a minute.
I wanna play blackjack all night long.
So I make up this routine. I say, "you go ahead. I don't feel good."
Sure enough, they leave...
Ready? One, two and three.
As soon as they leave,
I go running back to the casino, sit at my blackjack table.
I am there for the whole night.
Finally, I get up so big, I got five $100 black chips in my pocket.
I swear to God. The hours are going by.
I'm laying back, hittin' on hard 17 s. It was beautiful.
Next thing I know,
this security guard is sitting there telling me I have to leave.
I'm like, "Why you telling me I have to leave?"
He says, "You have to leave because..."
Swallow.
You have to eat. If we're gonna get you healthy you have to eat.
Work with the attendants. I'm gonna try some new medications.
- Hello. - Marion.
Harry?
Marion, I've been thinking about you so much.
Are you OK?
- When you comin' home? - Soon.
When?
Soon.
- You holdin' out all right? - Harry?
Can you come today?
Yeah.
I'll come.
I'll come today.
You just wait for me, all right?
- OK, Harry. - I'm coming back, Marion.
- Yeah. - Marion?
Yeah?
I'm really sorry, Marion.
I know.
Mrs. Goldfarb?
You all right?
Um, so, Mrs. Goldfarb, we've tried several medications,
and you don't seem to be responding.
I believe we might want to try some alternative methods.
We've had excellent results with ECT in the past.
Um... So if I can just...
get your John Hancock...
we'll get underway.
Great. Thanks.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I need a doctor, man.
My friend is sick. Give him some help, please.
I can't take it, man! My arm! My fuckin' arm!
Help me!
Help us! Somebody fuckin' help us, please!
Maid Marion. Welcome.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Fellas, meet Marion.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
Show time.
OK for work. Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Yes. Oof!
Say, "sir". Goddam New York dope fiend niggers.
learn some manners.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
- Yes, sir. - OK for work.
- Got a mouthpiece. - Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Says something's wrong with his arm.
He won't be puttin any more dope in that.
- Smells worse than he do. - Test.
Get him over to hospital.
Ready? And... one.
That's the trouble with you dope fiends.
You got a rotten attitude. You know?
- So what are we gonna do now? - Ass to ass.
Ass to ass!
Put your spineless back into it! Come on!
Ready? And... two!
Ass to ass!
- Put it in there! - That's it.
Nice and easy.
Mashed potatoes!
Here's the close. I need one gram. Bingo.
Don't give up. Don't give up. Move it, move it, move it!
OK.
Ready? And... three!
Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!
We're gonna take it off at the shoulder.
Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!
Saw.
Marion!
It's all right. Don't worry. You're in a hospital.
- Marion? - Who's that?
She'll be sent for. She'll come.
- No. - No?
No, she won't.
She'll come.
We got a winner. We got a winner.
Got a winner! We got a winner.
Our next winner is that delightful personality,
from Brighton Beach, Brooklyn.
Please, give a juicy welcome to Mrs. Sara Goldfarb!
I'm delighted to tell you that you have won the grand prize!
- Oh, no! - let me tell you what you've won.
He has a sweet smile and his own business.
He just got engaged, and is about to get married this summer.
Please give a warm and juicy welcome. Harry Goldfarb!
Juice by Harry! Juice by Harry!
ohh, Harry's got juice! Harry's got juice!
ohh, Harry!
- I love you, Harry. - I love you too, Ma.
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