What the fuck is that?
Jimmy?
-What's up? -Did I hit something?
What the fuck is that?
Maybe you got a fIat?
No.
What the fuck? You better puII over and see.
He's stiII aIive. You fucking piece of shit!
Die, you motherfucker! Look at me!
As far back as I can remember, I aIways wanted to be a gangster.
To me...
being a gangster was better than being president of the United States.
Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-schooI job...
I knew I wanted to be a part of them.
It was there that I knew I beIonged.
To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood fuII of nobodies.
They weren't Iike anybody eIse. They did whatever they wanted.
They doubIe-parked in front of a hydrant, nobody ever gave them a ticket.
In the summer, when they pIayed cards aII night...
nobody ever caIIed the cops.
Tony Stacks. How are you?
Tuddy Cicero.
CouId this be the Canarsie Kid?
-How are you? -Good.
Tuddy.
Tuddy ran the cabstand and the BeIIa Vista Pizzeria...
and other pIaces for his brother, PauI, who was the boss of the neighborhood.
PauIie might have moved sIow...
but it was onIy because PauIie didn't have to move for anybody.
-It's your fauIt. -You started it.
I started it? It's your fauIt.
At first my parents Ioved that I found a job across the street from the house.
My father, who was Irish, was sent to work at the age of 1 1.
He Iiked that I got myseIf a job.
He aIways used to say that American kids were spoiIed Iazy.
-Bye, Dad. -Bye.
See you, Mikey.
Bye, Henry.
Henry! Watch how you cross!
Bring back miIk!
My mother was happy after she found out that the Ciceros...
came from the same part of SiciIy as she did. To my mother...
that was the answer to aII her prayers.
I was the Iuckiest kid in the worId.
I couId go anywhere, I couId do anything.
I knew everybody, and everybody knew me.
Wiseguys wouId puII up and Tuddy wouId toss me their keys...
and Iet me park their CadiIIacs.
Here I am, this IittIe kid, I can't even see over the steering wheeI...
and I'm parking CadiIIacs.
But it wasn't too Iong...
before my parents changed their minds about my job at the cabstand.
For your mother and sister.
For them, the cabstand was supposed to be a part-time job. But for me...
it was definiteIy fuII-time.
That's aII I wanted to do.
PeopIe Iike my father couId never understand, but I was a part of something.
I beIonged. I was treated Iike a grown-up.
TeII him 519.
Every day I was Iearning to score.
A doIIar here, a doIIar there.
I was Iiving in a fantasy.
Did you have a good day at schooI?
My father was aIways pissed off.
Pissed that he made such Iousy money...
pissed that my kid brother MichaeI was in a wheeIchair.
He was pissed that there were seven of us Iiving in such a tiny house.
TeII me about this.
It's a Ietter from schooI.
It says you haven't been there in months.
In months!
You're a bum !
Want to grow up to be a bum?
After a whiIe, he was mostIy pissed because I hung around the cabstand.
He knew what went on at that cabstand.
Every once in a whiIe, I'd have to take a beating. But by then, I didn't care.
The way I saw it...
everybody takes a beating sometime.
-I can't make any more deIiveries. -What? You'II fuck everything up.
My dad says he'II kiII me. Look.
Come on with me.
-Is that him, kid? -No.
-How about him? -No.
-That's the guy. -Get him.
Excuse me.
-Scumbag. -Come here, you piece of shit.
-Know this kid? -Yeah.
-Know where he Iives? -Yeah.
-You deIiver maiI to his house? -Yeah.
From now on, any Ietter from that schooI to his house comes directIy here.
-Understand? -Yeah.
Another Ietter from that schooI goes to that kid's house...
in the fucking oven you'II go, head first.
That was it. No more Ietters from truant officers. No Ietters from schooI.
In fact, no more Ietters from anybody.
FinaIIy after a few weeks, my mother went to the post office to compIain.
How couId I go to schooI after that...
and pIedge aIIegiance to the fIag and sit through good government buIIshit?
PauIie hated phones. He wouIdn't have one in his house.
Mickey caIIed. Want me to caII him back?
AII right, make the caII.
He got aII his caIIs second hand. Then you'd have to caII the peopIe back...
from an outside phone.
Got a nickeI? Get him on the phone.
There were guys, that's aII they did aII day, was take care of PauIie's caIIs.
For a guy who moved aII day Iong, PauIie didn't taIk to six peopIe.
If there was a union probIem or, say, a beef in the numbers...
onIy the top guys couId meet with PauIie to discuss the probIem.
Everything was one-on-one. PauIie hated conferences.
He didn't want anybody hearing what he said...
and he didn't want anybody Iistening to what he was being toId.
Hundreds of guys depended on PauIie, he got a piece of everything they made.
It was a tribute, Iike in the oId country, except they were doing it in America.
AII they got from PauIie was protection from other guys Iooking to rip them off.
That's what it's aII about. That's what the FBI couId never understand.
What PauIie and the Organization does...
is offer protection for peopIe who can't go to the cops. That's it.
That's aII it is. They're Iike the poIice department for wiseguys.
PeopIe Iooked at me differentIy, and they knew I was with somebody.
I didn't have to wait in Iine at the bakery on Sunday mornings for fresh bread.
The owner knew who I was with...
and he'd come from around the counter. No matter how many were waiting...
I was taken care of first.
Our neighbors didn't park in our driveway anymore...
even though we didn't have a car. At 13...
I was making more money than most of the grown-ups around.
I had more money than I couId spend. I had it aII.
One day, some neighborhood kids carried my mother's groceries aII the way home.
You know why?
It was out of respect.
Hi, Mom, what do you think?
-Look at my shoes, aren't they great? -My God.
You Iook Iike a gangster.
They shot me. HeIp!
Henry, shut the door.
That was the first time I had ever seen anyone shot.
Can't have that in here. Jesus Christ!
I can't have that in this joint.
I remember feeIing bad about the guy...
but I aIso remember feeIing that maybe Tuddy was right.
I knew PauIie didn't want anybody dying in the buiIding.
You're a reaI jerk. You wasted eight fucking aprons on this guy.
What the heII's wrong with you? I got to toughen this kid up.
It was a gIorious time.
And wiseguys were aII over the pIace.
It was before ApaIachin and before Crazy Joe...
decided to take on a boss and start a war.
It was when I met the worId.
And it was when I first met Jimmy Conway.
He couIdn't have been more than 28 or 29 at the time...
but he was aIready a Iegend.
He'd waIk in the door and everybody who worked the room just went wiId.
He'd give the doorman $100 just for opening the door.
He'd give hundreds to the deaIers and the guys who ran the games.
The bartender got $100 just for keeping the ice cubes coId.
The Irishman is here to take aII you guineas' money.
-Want a drink? -Give me a 7 and 7.
-I'd Iike you to meet the kid Henry. -How you doing?
-Thank you. -Keep them coming.
Jimmy was one of the most feared guys in the city.
He was first Iocked up at 1 1...
and he was doing hits for mob bosses when he was 16.
See, hits never bothered Jimmy. It was business.
But what Jimmy reaIIy Ioved to do...
what he reaIIy Ioved to do was steaI.
He actuaIIy enjoyed it.
Jimmy was the kind of guy who rooted for the bad guys in the movies.
Give me your waIIet.
You might know who we are, but we know who you are. Understand?
He was one of the city's biggest hijackers...
of booze, cigarettes, razor bIades, shrimp and Iobsters.
Shrimp and Iobsters were best. They went reaIIy fast.
AImost aII of them were gimmies. They just gave it up, no probIem.
They caIIed him Jimmy the Gent.
HeIp the Iady.
Drivers Ioved him. They used to tip him off...
about the reaIIy good Ioads. Of course, everybody got a piece.
Thanks, I'II be back for the rest Iater.
Okay, see you Iater.
Henry, come here.
-Say heIIo to Tommy. -How're you doing, Henry?
You're gonna be working together, okay?
HeIp him. Go ahead.
Jimmy, you got anything good?
And when the cops assigned a whoIe army to stop Jimmy, what did he do?
How're you doing?
He made them partners.
I'd compIain, but who'd Iisten?
-One PaII MaII. -There you go.
-What do you need? -Two Luckies.
-Here you go, Henry. -Thanks a Iot.
What do you need?
-One PaII MaII. -One PaII MaII, here you go.
-What are you doing? -It's aII right.
-You have permission from your mother? -How many cartons you need?
-Where'd you get the cigarettes? -Get him out of here.
-It's okay. -It's not okay.
-You don't understand. -You don't understand. Store's cIosed.
-Henry got pinched. -Where?
By the factory, seIIing cigarettes.
Henry HiII. The PeopIe of the State of New York vs. Henry HiII.
Docket number 704162.
Yes, sir. That's me.
Just stand there. Now stay there.
CounseIor, proceed.
CongratuIations.
Here's your graduation present.
-What for? I got pinched. -Everyone does, but you did it right.
You toId them nothing, and they got nothing.
-I thought you'd be mad. -I'm not mad, I'm proud of you.
You took your first pinch Iike a man and Iearned the two greatest things in Iife.
-What? -Look at me.
Never rat on your friends...
and aIways keep your mouth shut.
Here he is.
You broke your cherry.
CongratuIations!
By the time I grew up, there was $30 biIIion a year in cargo...
moving through IdIewiId Airport...
and beIieve me, we tried to steaI every bit of it.
See, you gotta understand, we grew up near the airport.
It beIonged to PauIie.
We had friends and reIatives who worked aII over the pIace.
They wouId tip us off about what was coming in and moving out.
If any truckers or airIines gave us troubIe...
PauIie had the union peopIe scare them with a strike. It was beautifuI.
It was a bigger moneymaker than numbers and Jimmy was in charge of it aII.
Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport.
To us, it was better than Citibank.
You got a phone? Come on!
Two niggers just stoIe my truck. Can you beIieve that shit?
There was Jimmy...
and Tommy and me.
And there was Anthony StabiIe.
How're you doing?
Frankie Carbone.
And then there was Mo BIack's brother, Fat Andy.
And his guys, Frankie the Wop.
Freddy No Nose.
And then there was Pete the KiIIer, who was SaIIy BaIIs'brother.
Then you had Nickey Eyes...
and Mikey Franzese.
That guy, I wanna see him.
Jimmy Two Times, who got that nickname because he said everything twice.
I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers.
What is this? Coats? Henry, I need suits, not coats.
Suits are coming Thursday.
But it's the middIe of summer. What'II I do with fur coats?
You don't want furs? I'II take them away.
No, I want them. We'II hang them in the freezer with the meat. How's that?
For us, to Iive any other way was nuts.
To us, those goody-good peopIe who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks...
and took the subway to work every day and worried about biIIs, were dead.
They were suckers. They had no baIIs.
If we wanted something, we just took it.
If anyone compIained twice, they got hit so bad they never compIained again.
It was just aII routine. You didn't even think about it.
Frankie, what the fuck does 520 have to do with 469?
I can't beIieve this guy.
520 ain't even cIose to 469. What's that got to do with anything?
Piece of cake. It's aII there.
Don't worry about the aIarms. I just gotta find a way to get the key.
-No probIem, right? -I'II take care of it.
-TeII him what you were teIIing me. -Too good to be true.
Big score coming from Air France. Bags of money coming in.
Tourists and American servicemen change their money...
into French money and send it back here.
-CaIm down. -It's beautifuI.
It's totaIIy untraceabIe. Okay?
The onIy probIem is getting a key, but I've got a pIan.
-Me and Frenchy and this citizen. -Yeah, he's a piece of work.
If I'm right, there couId be $500,000 coming in, aII cash.
The best time is probabIy over a weekend. So maybe Saturday night.
There's a Jewish hoIiday on Monday.
They won't find out untiI Tuesday. BeautifuI.
What about the security?
Security?
You're Iooking at it. It's a joke. I'm the midnight-to-eight man.
I'm the commandant.
He just comes in Iike he's picking up Iost baggage.
-It's beautifuI. -It won't be a probIem at aII.
-Good. -We're on.
What's reaIIy funny is that fucking bank job in Secaucus.
I'm in the middIe of the weeds, Iying down.
He says, ''What are you doing?'' I said, ''I'm resting.''
''Here? This ain't no beach or park.'' I said, ''I'm resting.''
I know I'm resting.
He puIIs me in, starts asking questions. You know, this and that.
''What are you going to teII us?'' I said, ''My usuaI. Nothing.''
''Why teII you?'' The fuck. He says, ''No, you'II teII me something today.''
I said, ''Okay, go fuck your mother.''
You saw the paper, Anthony. My head was out Iike this.
Now I'm coming around, and who do I see in front of me?
This prick again. He says, ''What do you want to teII me now?''
I said, ''What are you doing here? I toId you to go fuck your mother.''
I thought he was gonna shit.
The fuckers. I wish I was big just once.
Funny. You're reaIIy funny.
What do you mean, I'm funny?
It's funny, you know. It's a good story.
You're a funny guy.
You mean the way I taIk? What?
It's just, you know. You're just funny.
You know, the way you teII the story and everything.
Funny how? What's funny about it?
-Tommy, you got it aII wrong. -Anthony.
He's a big boy. He knows what he said. What did you say?
Funny, how?
Just, you know. You're funny.
Let me understand this.
Maybe I'm a IittIe fucked up.
But, I'm funny, how? Funny Iike a cIown? I amuse you?
I make you Iaugh? I'm here to fucking amuse you?
What do you mean, funny? How am I funny?
You know, how you teII a story.
No, I don't know. You said it. How do I know? You said I'm funny.
How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?
TeII me what's funny.
Get the fuck out of here, Tommy.
Motherfucker! I aImost had him !
You stuttering prick, you!
Frankie, was he shaking?
I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may foId under questioning.
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck is it with you? I thought I was getting pinched aIready.
He's hanging on my fucking neck Iike a vuIture. What do you want?
This guy didn't want to come and give you the check.
CouId you take care of this?
No probIem. TeII him to put it on my tab. Of course.
That's what I want to taIk to you about.
It ain't just this one. It's seven big ones you owe me.
$7,000, that ain't peanuts. I don't mean to be out of order--
Don't mean to be out of order?
It's good you don't mean to be out of order.
Embarrassing me in front of my friends, Iike I'm a deadbeat.
You know, Sonny, you're a fucking mutt.
You know the money we spend in this fucking--
-Don't be Iike that. -What do you mean?
Do you beIieve this prick? You think this is funny?
What the fuck are you Iooking at? You fucking moron!
You don't want to bring the check?
Do you beIieve this prick?
You're supposed to be doing this stuff, too.
You're a funny guy.
-That's it, Henry. -No, go back.
You want to Iaugh? This prick Iast week asked me to christen his kid.
I charged him $7,000.
You reaIIy are a funny guy.
I'm worried. I'm hearing aII kinds of fucking bad things.
He's treating me Iike I'm a fucking fag.
I got to go on the Iam in order to get away from this guy.
This ain't right. I can't go here, I can't go there.
You think you're the onIy one? I taIk to them, they don't Iisten.
If you teII him, he'II stop. I'II wind up being decIared an MIA.
They'II find me in the back of a car somewhere in the weeds.
You've known this Tommy aII your Iife. Who knows better?
This cocksucker's an arch criminaI.
When I Ieave my house, before I get to the car I Iook over both shouIders.
This is no way to Iive. I'm no fence jumper.
I'm around you aII my Iife, teII me what I gotta do.
-Whatever I got to do, I'm gonna do. -What couId I do?
If there was something I couId do, I wouId. I wouId Iike to heIp you out.
Sonny, teII him what we taIked about.
-You think it's aII right? -Yeah.
Maybe you couId come in with me, take a piece of this joint. It'd be good.
What are you taIking about? You mean the restaurant?
It's a cIassy pIace. Look at the Iayout.
You've been in there a miIIion times. You know how it Iooks.
Tommy taking over this joint is Iike putting a siIk hat on a pig.
I don't mean no disrespect, but that's the way it is.
I know you're his friend. I'm begging you. What can I say?
What am I gonna do? What do you want from me?
I don't know anything about the restaurant business. Nothing.
AII I know is to sit down and order a meaI, not how to make a restaurant.
Not for you. It's just a pIace to hang.
The chef is great. The shows are good. There's a Iot of whores coming in.
I'd Iove to heIp you, but what do you want from me? What'II I do?
Tommy's a bad kid, a bad seed. What am I supposed to do? Shoot him?
That wouIdn't be a bad idea.
I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. I just mean that he's scaring me.
I just need heIp. HeIp me, pIease.
You know anything about this restaurant business?
He knows everything. He's there 24 hours a day.
Another fucking few minutes, he couId be a stooI.
That's how often he's in there.
You want me to be your partner? Is that what you're teIIing me?
What the fuck you think I'm taIking about? PauIie, pIease. Come on.
It's not even fair.
You don't understand.
You run the joint. Maybe I'II try to heIp you, aII right.
God bIess you, PauIie. I appreciate it. You've aIways been fair with me.
Now the guy's got PauIie as a partner. Any probIems, he goes to PauIie.
TroubIe with a biII, he can go to PauIie.
TroubIe with the cops, deIiveries, Tommy...
he can caII PauIie.
Now the guy's gotta come up with PauIie's money every week...
no matter what.
''Business is bad? Fuck you, pay me. Had a fire? Fuck you, pay me.
''The pIace got hit by Iightning? Fuck you, pay me. ''
Can I get one of those TVs?
AIso, PauIie couId do anything.
EspeciaIIy run up biIIs on the joint's credit. And why not?
Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway.
When deIiveries are made at the front door...
you move the stuff out the back and seII it at a discount.
You take a $200 case of booze and seII it for $100.
It doesn't matter. It's aII profit.
Then finaIIy, when there's nothing Ieft...
Fucking shame.
...when you can't borrow another buck or buy another case of booze...
you bust the joint out. You Iight a match.
Do you need heIp reaching anything?
You Iook Iike you're decorating a Christmas tree.
You don't know what you're doing.
She's from the Five Towns.
Who?
The Jew broad, Diane, I was teIIing you I'm going to shag.
I've been trying to bang her for a fucking month now.
She won't go out with me aIone.
-No. -No, what?
No, what? Who the fuck asked you anything?
I didn't ask you. Hear what I'm going to say.
AII right, what?
Okay, what.
She don't want to go out with ItaIians aIone.
She's prejudiced against ItaIians.
You fucking beIieve that? In this day and age?
What the fuck is this worId coming to?
I can't beIieve this. A Jew broad, prejudiced against ItaIians.
She won't go out with me aIone unIess her girIfriend comes with us.
So you come aIong, go out with her girIfriend.
See? I knew it.
You knew what? What the fuck is wrong with that?
-When is this? -Tomorrow night.
I can't, I gotta meet Tuddy.
You couId meet Tuddy. You can come earIy and then stiII go.
-Why do you aIways do this? -Don't give me that shit.
What did I ask you for? I'm asking you for a favor.
I do a Iot of fucking favors for you.
I'm trying to bang this fucking broad. HeIp me out.
I don't understand you. She's beautifuI!
Her fucking famiIy Iives in the Five Towns. These Jews got money.
Maybe the famiIy owns the whoIe bIock. You may wind up with a big score.
You with your fucking mouth.
I had a meeting with Tuddy at 1 1.:00, and here I am, a backup guy for Tommy.
How about it? Did you have enough to eat?
It was deIicious. I'm just watching my diet.
Let me watch your figure.
I couIdn't wait to get away.
I was ordering the dessert when they were eating dinner.
When they were having coffee, I was asking for a check.
I had business.
Have some coffee. It'II wake you up.
-Can we have the check? -What are you doing?
-I got to go. -We just got here.
I got that thing. I gotta go.
Wait a coupIe of minutes. We'II Ieave together.
This way we don't go out Iike a bunch of hobos, one at a time.
I couIdn't stand him.
I thought he was reaIIy obnoxious.
He kept fidgeting around.
You don't mind, do you? That's very annoying.
Good? You might prefer Manischewitz, but it'd Iook funny on my tabIe.
-Ready? -Henry, Iighten up.
We just got here. What are you doing?
Before it was time to go home, he was pushing me into the car...
then puIIing me out. It was ridicuIous.
Diane and Tommy made us promise...
to meet them again on Friday night.
We agreed.
Of course, when Friday night came around, Henry stood me up.
I feeI terribIe. I don't know where he is.
He reaIIy Iiked you, too. AII he did was taIk about her.
We were a trio instead of a doubIe date that night.
He wouId have caIIed. I hope it's nothing serious.
But I made Tommy take me Iooking for him.
Tommy, what the fuck?
You got some nerve standing me up.
Nobody does that to me.
Who do you think you are, Frankie VaIIi or some kind of big shot?
SIow down, I forgot. I thought it was next week.
It was this Friday and you agreed, so you're a Iiar!
We can taIk about this. Take it easy.
TaIk about it?
TaIk to you after what you just did to me? Forget it.
I thought you wouId stand me up. You Iooked bored. You didn't say anything.
What do you expect?
Let me make it up to you.
I'II think about it.
I remember, she was screaming on the street, and I mean Ioud.
But she Iooked good.
I'II think about it. But it'II cost you, HiII. A Iot.
She had these great eyes just Iike Liz TayIor's.
At Ieast that's what I thought.
HeIIo, Henry.
-You're ready? -Yeah.
Come on.
-No, wait a minute. -What?
quick, you have to cover that cross. My mother sees that--
Karen.
Mom.
-I'd Iike you to meet my friend, Henry HiII. -How do you do?
-Nice to meet you. -My daughter says that you're haIf Jewish.
It's just the good haIf.
-Thank you, sir. -Bye, see you Iater, thanks.
What're you doing? You're Ieaving your car?
He watches the car for me.
It's easier than Ieaving it at a garage and waiting.
It's a Iot quicker that way, you know what I mean?
I Iike going in this way. It's better than waiting in Iine.
How are you doing? What's up? Here you go.
-How are you doing? -I'm doing aII right.
Good.
Every time I come here, every time, you two. Don't you work?
Henry, nice to see you. Hi, how are you?
Anthony, right in the front.
Anything you need, just Iet me know.
Tony, thanks a Iot. I appreciate it.
-How are you guys doing? -How are you?
-You gave them $20 each. -It's aII right.
Henry, this is with Mr. Tony, over there.
-Where? -Over there.
Thanks a Iot, Tony.
-What do you do? -What?
-What do you do? -I'm in construction.
They don't feeI Iike you're in construction.
I'm a union deIegate.
Now, Iadies and gentIemen...
the Copacabana is proud to present the king of one-Iiners...
Henny Youngman.
How are you aII? I'm gIad to be here. Take my wife, pIease.
I take my wife everywhere but she finds her way home.
I said, ''Where do you wanna go for our anniversary?''
She said, ''Somewhere I've never been before. ''
I said, ''Try the kitchen. ''
Dr. WeIIsIer is here.
Gave a guy six months to Iive. CouIdn't pay his biII.
Gave him another six months.
I Iove this crowd.
Air France made me.
We waIked out with $420,000 without using a gun.
And we did the right thing. We gave PauIie his tribute.
$60,000.
It's going to be a good summer.
I'm proud of you. That is a Iot of money for a kid Iike you.
Anybody asks you where you got it, you got it in Vegas pIaying craps, aII right?
AII right.
Check, sir.
No. You have to sign for it here.
ShouId I tip him?
-How are you doing? -Okay. How are you?
Henry, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is Henry.
Good to meet you.
I'II see you around Iater.
-Do you know him? -Yeah.
He Iives across the street.
One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nothing Iike it.
I didn't think there was anything strange in any of this.
A 21-year-oId kid with such connections.
He was an exciting guy.
He was reaIIy nice. He introduced me to everybody.
Everybody wanted to be nice to him.
He knew how to handIe it.
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Come in for a personaIized fitting.
Come on, Morrie. Jimmy's waiting. You're past due.
You're a good kid. We've been good to each other.
But there's something unreasonabIe going on here.
Jimmy's being a baII-breaker.
Give him 8-to-5 on CIeveIand.
I never had to pay the vigorish he demands. Am I something speciaI?
What am I, a schmuck on wheeIs?
You know Jimmy. You borrowed his money. Pay him.
I didn't agree to three points above the vig.
What are you going to do? Fight with Jimmy Conway?
He wants his money. Give him his money and we'II go.
Fuck him !
Fuck him in the ear! Fuck him in the other ear!
Did I ever bust his baIIs? Did I?
I couId've dropped a dime a miIIion times.
You're taIking crazy. Stop it now, wiII you?
You got money for that fucking commerciaI.
You don't got my money?
Jimmy, he's gonna pay you.
I'II fucking kiII you. Give me the money, cocksucker.
Pay me my money.
He'II pay.
Morrie's. Who's this? He's here.
-Jimmy, I'm sorry. -You shouId be sorry.
Don't do it again. Give me the fucking money!
You hear me? Give me the fucking money.
I'II give you. You've got it, kid. You've got it, beIieve me.
Karen, sIow down.
Where? Stay there. Don't move.
-What happened? -It's Karen, Jimmy.
-Money today. -I'II pay.
What happened?
-Are you aII right? -Yeah.
Who did it?
This guy who Iives across the street from me that I've known aII my Iife.
He started to touch me. He started to grab me.
I toId him to stop. He didn't stop.
I hit him back. And then he got reaIIy angry.
He pushed me out of the car.
You sure you're aII right?
Why don't you go inside and get yourseIf together. CIean up.
What do you want, fucko? You want something?
I swear on my fucking mother, if you touch her again, you're dead.
Don't shoot.
-Hide this. Are you aII right? -Yeah.
I know there are women, Iike my best friends...
who wouId have gotten out the minute their boyfriend...
gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't.
I've got to admit the truth. It turned me on.
MazeI tov!
Why don't you be Iike your friend Henry? He's got a nice girI.
He's settIing down now. He's married.
Pretty soon he'II have a nice famiIy.
And you're stiII bouncing around from girI to girI.
It was Iike he had two famiIies.
The first time I was introduced to aII of them at once, it was crazy.
PauIie and his brothers had Iots of sons and nephews.
AImost aII of them were named Peter or PauI.
It was unbeIievabIe.
Meet PauIie Jr., my nephew. And this is Petey.
There must have been two dozen Peters and PauIs at the wedding.
This is Marie.
PIus, they were aII married to girIs named Marie.
-She Iooks ItaIian. -She is ItaIian, you're right.
And they named aII their daughters Marie.
And this is Pete. No, I mean PauIie. I get confused myseIf.
By the time I finished meeting everybody, I thought I was drunk.
PauIie, you shouIdn't have.
WeIcome to the famiIy.
Sunday dinner?
So beautifuI. I want to cry.
Here's something to heIp you get started.
-The bag. The bag. -What? What bag?
The bag with the enveIopes in it, aII the money.
Don't worry about that. Nobody's going to steaI that here.
He didn't caII?
-He's with his friends. -What kind of person doesn't caII?
He's a grown-up. He doesn't have to caII every five minutes.
If he was such a grown-up why doesn't he get you two an apartment?
Don't start. Mom, you're the one who wanted us here.
You're here a month and sometimes I know he doesn't come home at aII.