[Car Horns Honking]
[Distant Siren Wailing]
And you'll find it's quite unique.
- I'll be with you in a moment, sir. - That's quite all right.
- Is it an original? - Yes, it is indeed. It's hand painted.
- Which is a technique of that period. - It's beautiful.
Now, is there anything else you'd like to see?
Yes, I've been looking for an interesting cornerpiece in dark oak for an entry.
- Oh? - I'd like to take a closer look at that one over there.
- Fine, fine. - Will it be all right if I browse around a bit?
Oh, yes, of course. Uh, may I help you, sir?
- Uh, what are you asking for this? - Uh, 900.
Nine?
- May I take a look at that box over there? - Oh, sure. Please.
- What took you so long? - You know that damn midtown traffic.
Yeah.
[Mutters]
Of course, it's called a box even though it's got this odd shape.
- Thank you. - It's English, I think you'll find. That's hand hammered.
Hey, man. Where's the cooler?
[Both Grunt]
- Oh, shit. - What the hell was that?
- [Men Clamoring] - Come on. Let's get out of here.
- Listen, why don't you just step out- - Look, there's glass all-
- Sir, listen. I'm sorry. - Did you see what happened?
- Yes, I did. Will you just relax for a minute? - This big lummox came in here-
Why don't you do one thing? Get on that phone and call your employer.
- Call his phone-Why, you- - Oh, no. Not again!
What is wrong with you idiots? What the hell's the matter with you guys?
Aw, this is terrible.
Terrible. You could've killed me doing that.
Jesus Christ. What the hell is going on here?
- Wait a minute. Are you the proprietor here? - That's it.
I came in here to buy an antique and this big baboon comes by with a water bottle...
- and spills water all over everybody. - That's not what happened.
I came in there with a water bottle, and he pushed me.
- I didn't push you. - He pushed me.
- This is my store. - Your store? I'll show you what I think of your store.
- Want me to call a cop? - No, I can take care of this myself.
- Go ahead and call a cop. - Because it's his fault. That fella right over there.
All right. Everybody hold it right where you are.
What's going on?
There's no real problem, fellas. We just had a little accident.
- A little accident? - Well, I can explain the whole thing.
[Glass Shatters]
Present.
Good catch.
Yes, sir. Good team. First rate.
Well, we're certainly gonna try.
Yes, sir. We'll keep in touch.
I couldn't tell this stuff from the real thing, could you?
What's the matter with you?
I don't like it. I don't like their way of doing business.
Are you gonna start that stuff again, Jerry?
They're not correct. That's not what a cop is supposed to do.
When you start out with that crap, where do you go?
You forget about warrants. You start flaking guys.
Is this or isn't it the first good collar we've made on that pair of mutts...
in all the time we've been looking to drop them?
Yes or no?
- Well, sure, it is. But that's not- - But nothing. No buts.
Those two wiseguys are going away, and not for any 60 days-
years, seven or up.
Buddy's guys, Buddy's methods, I don't want to know about them.
I don't even want to hear about 'em.
The P.C. 's happy, so am I. He wants more results, so do I.
Clear?
Clear.
And as far as Manucci goes, I want him to continue doing what he's doing...
getting results.
And, Jerry, work with him. Go along, hmm?
- Here's your coffee, boss. - Relax.
Forget it. You heard what I said.
Let him pick the shit off the street.
- I'll stay in the station house. I'll take the guys to court. - Forget it.
Hanes has his job like you have yours.
What else is happening?
- How about this nut- - Hold off on that a minute.
What about the bail bondsman, Festa?
Why? What do you got?
His name came up in a wiretap.
- We're still digging. - All right. Good.
[Men Chattering, Laughing]
- He still made the touchdown. - Yeah, he made it, but he had a guy on him.
Hey.
Gutless freehole Hanes.
He had no beef though.
- No, we keep going. - [Cheering]
Okay.
- Tomorrow, Buddy? - Tomorrow we're off.
- Hey, there you go. - I was feeling like getting tight, fellas.
- I'm gonna go uptown and get me a little taste. - You'll get your ass locked up.
- Who, me? - No, him. - [Laughing]
- Funny man. - What about 1:00?
- Yeah, good. - No, wait. Can we make it 2:00?
- I gotta take my oldest boy to the dentist. - Jimmy?
- Yeah, I gotta get him braces. - Is it gonna make him better looking than you?
For that kind of money, he better look better than me.
- Let's go uptown and get a little taste, man. - Man, I gotta play basketball.
Basketball?
- Yeah. - Come on, man.
- Let's go. Take care, Manucci. - Take care, Buddy.
I'll see you guys.
You want me to hang?
No, go ahead. Thanks.
[Door Opens, Closes]
You believe we used to swim in that shit?
Eh, nobody cares anymore.
Remember the time we used to swim in there bare-assed...
you, Rocky, Angie and me?
Benny the Nose wouldn't go in because he had some boils or some crap on his back.
Mm-hmm. We come out, our clothes was missing, huh?
Oh, that Cocker.
You kicked his ass every day for a week.
I thought you would've kicked it through his nose.
Gee, he never hung out with us after that.
Hey, freehole, right?
You see the game Sunday? That guy stepped out of bounds.
That ref must've been doing business.
- Geez, I owed 'em for a shitpot of money that day. - Still doin' your number, huh?
What's happening?
The shylock's expanding like the national bank.
Hey, Vito.
- I told you that. - You told me that?
I told you to find out what kind of muscle he was using...
and how heavy and who.
No- [Stammering] I was just kidding.
It's- It's just that I gotta walk on eggshells...
- around that neighborhood with those wiseguys. - What are you worried about?
Nobody's gonna find out about us.
Only way they're gonna find out is if you tell them, not me, right?
The shylock.
Kalish.
- You know his nephew? - Yeah.
He's the collector and the muscle.
Here. Hold this.
He's gonna go away with the rest of these humps.
[Child] Hey, Mom, slow up.
You're walking too fast. Can I have a Coke, Mom? I'm hungry.
Here's a souvenir for you. Wanna hear bells ring...
take that into a bank and ask for some change.
Hey, how did that go?
Good. All right.
What do you mean, "all right"? No thanks, nothing?
- What do you want, a medal? - Who's talking about a medal?
All I'm saying is, you know, the next time you start adding up what I owe you...
just put it in the book, huh?
Not in this book.
Hey, where you going?
Eh, I thought I'd give Rose and the kids a break. You know, take 'em out to dinner.
Oh, shit. I forgot to ask you. How is she?
I don't know. Now they think maybe it's T.B.
Look, Vito, tell Rose if there's anything I can do-
Sure. Thanks, Buddy.
Don't worry about it, huh?
[Shivers] Boy, is it cold out there.
There's some coffee for you, Bruno.
Uh, no. No, thanks. I'm trying to cut down.
Ahh.
- How'd it go? - It went good, real good.
- Good. - $11,050, Mr. Kalish.
And it's all accounted for.
And here's a checklist.
Nice, very nice.
- Anybody complain? - Oh, sure.
You know, O'Brien and Holland, as usual.
I told them to try doing business with the banks.
- Not to mention Internal Revenue, huh? - You know it.
Okay.
[Engine Starts]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Okay, Bobby. Take care of the money.
- Hi, baby. - Hi, honey.
- You want the usual? - Yeah, make it a big one tonight, huh?
- Whew, cold. - Yeah, honey?
Yeah.
[Doorbell Rings]
I'll get it, sweetie.
- Mr. Kalish? - Yeah, that's right.
Police.
Aw, come on, boys. Not again.
So important it couldn't wait till tomorrow?
Does he know where he's going?
You going the right way?
Hey, come on, fellas. What is this?
Where the hell are we going?
All I want to know is what the hell this is all about.
That's all. Just tell me what it's all about.
You want money, you got it. Just name your price. Anything you want, all right?
For Christ's sake, will you talk to me? We'll make a deal.
Tell me what you want. We'll talk, for God's sakes.
- Go on, get out. - Come on, fellas. Will you wait a minute now?
- Hurry up. - Will you just tell me what this is all about?
Will you listen to me? Jesus Christ, will you listen?
Will you listen to me, for Christ's sake? You're making a mistake.
- We don't make any mistakes. - You're making a mistake!
Now tell me again: Why we gotta get the car washed? I didn't really get that part.
Look, Bobby, what can I tell you?
All I know is what the guy said on the phone. He said 100 G's in the trunk.
And get the car washed at the place they told us.
- That's it, man. - Well, what do they want us to do with the ransom?
Don't worry about it. They'll tell us.
- ##[Radio: Rock] - [Horn Honking]
- You want the wax? - Yeah.
That'll be a dollar and a quarter.
- Keep the change. - Thank you.
[Buzzing]
Quick, Bobby! Bobby, get 'em! Bobby, they're in the trunk!
- Bobby, open the window! Get out! - I can't! I can't get out!
- Bobby, get out, will ya? - I can't get out! I'm stuck!
- Goddamn it! - Just get out!
Where did they go, Bobby?
Where do you want me to go? I'm stuck. I can't, goddamn it!
[Grunts]
[Cocks]
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Move, mother, and I'll burn you.
- Go ahead. Go ahead and try it. - [Muffled Grunting]
[Clicks]
Bastards. Dirty bastards!
- [Chattering, Indistinct] - [Horns Honking]
- Buddy! - Mrs. Pugliesi.
- Buddy. - How are you?
- How are you, gorgeous? - How's Papa?
Ah, he's all right, you know. Tell Grace I said hello.
- All right? - Yes. When are you going to come to see us?
Soon, soon.
[Whistling] Hey, yo, tiger.
Hey, Ralphie.
[Man On Radio Speaking Italian]
[Knocking]
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Man On Radio Continues]
- Hey, Buddy. - How are you? Nice to see you.
Hey, listen, chief. I'm running a little late, so-
Get in the chair. Get in the chair.
- Get in the chair. - ##[Radio: Waltz]
- Hey, something is going on. - Like what?
I've seen more guns...
and more jumpy guys around in the last couple of weeks...
than I have seen in the last 10 years.
So watch your step.
Okay, thanks.
Hey, what's that? What are you-
- Aw, I'll break your head. - Ciao.
[Indistinct]
[Woman] Now, they're all of varying sizes and shapes and all of different species...
and you'll find that most of them grow in tropical climates.
The leaves are called fronds. Do you have any idea where some of them might grow, Maximilia?
- Well, they probably grow in Florida. - In Florida, yes.
- Some of them do. - Bermuda?
Bermuda.
Do any of you have any idea why they're called palm trees?
- They're as big as your palm. - Do you see any that might be shaped like your palm?
- How about that one over there? - Mm-hmm.
- That's pretty close to your palm, isn't it? - Hey, yeah. It is.
Perhaps when they first saw that tree, they decided to call them palm trees.
- [All Chuckle] - And how about over there? You see the bamboo trees?
Yeah, over there.
They're very close to the type of grass that grows on your lawn.
See all the little leaves on top? Do they remind you of the grass on your lawn?
- [Boy] Well, kind of. - [Girl] No, they don't.
[Woman] No? Oh, I see.
[Woman Continues, Indistinct]
Well?
- [Chuckling] - How did it go?
Easy, so easy.
Beauty, beauty.
You'd have to cut up a shitpot full of stiffs for that kind of dough, undertaker.
You're getting a lead on the next, aren't you?
Vito, Vito, Vito. We're rolling.
What did I tell you when we began, huh?
We gotta be careful. Don't push it, not get greedy.
Come on. You gotta be kidding me.
You gonna do it my way?
- Hmm? - [Chuckles]
- Come on. I'll tell you when and where. - [Chuckles]
- I'll tell you when I think it's safe. - All right.
I'll give you a call.
- Okay? - Okay.
Hey, Moon.
Go out that way, huh?
[Door Opens]
Sissy, I'll be back in five minutes.
Let's go.
Don't worry. I'm telling you, don't worry about a thing.
- Jerry, I want you to meet Tony. Here's all the paperwork. - Hi, Tony. How are you?
- Now don't worry about it. You'll see. - Thanks, Mr. Festa.
Come on, Tony.
[Horn Honks]
[Mutters, Indistinct]
- Hold it, Mr. Festa. - What are you talking about?
- Police. - How do you know my name?
- We know who you are. - Sure you got the right guy?
- Get in the car. - The D.A. Wants to see you. - For what?
- I said, "Let's go!" - Damn it. Come on!
- I told you to keep going. Get in the car. - Where you taking me?
- All right! - What's going on?
We're on the job. D.A.'s office. Come on. Get in there.
- Wait a while! - Get in there!
I don't have to go downtown like this!
- [Horn Honking] - [No Audible Dialogue]
[Tires Screeching]
You mind telling us what that was all about?
Yeah, a couple guys from the D.A.'s office nearly caused a riot.
Trying to take some dude downtown. I don't think he was too happy about it though.
[Vito] Look at those two ugly things.
They weren't here when we went to school, I'll tell you that.
- Where were we, in the second floor? - [Buddy] No, no. Three, 303.
Right. Hey, remember Mrs. Hatchfield?
Man, did she give me such a hit. I can still feel it when I think about her.
- You deserved it. - I deserved it?
You're the guy that was playing grab-ass with Fat Mary.
What have you heard about Festa?
Festa? The bondsman?
Festa, the President of the United States.
Nah. Nah, I mean, you know.
I thought we were talking about the guy in Bath Beach.
Festa.
How come you're on him now?
I think he's disappeared.
No shit?
We checked the office. We checked the house.
I don't know. There's something going on. The guy is nowhere.
Jesus.
I'll see what I can do for you.
Give me a couple of days, you know.
Hey, how come you're not telling me...
about the Coltello funeral?
Look at this guy. I was gonna tell you about it. Give me a chance, will ya?
- It's Festa's partner, you know. - I know it's Festa's partner.
I got a few things on my mind, you know?
I got my wife. I got you. I got those guys, you know-
Will ya, Buddy?
Hey, Vito.
Hey, undertaker.
What did the brother-in-law die of?
I understand it was the liver.
[Car Doors Closing]
[Chattering, Indistinct]
How are you?
Ah, a funeral really brings them out.
You know, respect for the dead is considered very important. You know that.
[Buddy] Should show as much for the living.
[Chattering, Indistinct]
Ah, here's Coltello.
And that's the sister-in-law and Festa's son.
Now, where's the old man?
He's probably late. Bailing out some punk, as usual.
I just hope he shows up.
Here's your pal, Big Bill the Enforcer.
Son of a bitch is some tough piece of work.
It took four of us to get him in the car one night. No kidding.
- Ansel's not close enough. Here, take this. See what Mingo's got. - Right.
[Chattering, Indistinct]
Mingo.
Hey, Mingo. Are you getting anything from Ansel? Because we're not getting nothing.
Not too clear, my man. He's not transmitting good.
##[Organ]
[Man] Max, I say do nothing.
Let's keep out of trouble.
"Do nothing," he says. "Let's stay out of trouble."
They're shaking us down one by one. We already got trouble.
Who do we beef to, the D. A? We gotta go along.
Who's talking about complaining? I wanna break balls.
Like whose, Max? My father's?
It's easy for you to talk because you paid. You're safe. Why shouldn't we?
Benny, cool it. We'll take care of everything.
What's to keep them from knocking off my father before we get to them?
The kid's not wrong, Max. I mean, if I knew these are cops...
you know, knocking 'em off is bad business...
bad business for everybody.
Who are they? Where are they?
- How much for your brother? - 100,000, Max.
100,000. 100,000 for me.
Same amount for names I can't even mention. And now 150 for Festa.
Don't you see they're getting greedy? It's not gonna stop.
It's gonna go on and on and on. And if it's not one of us, it's gonna be one of our families.
- Maybe they'll be satisfied now. - Why should they be satisfied?
- It's easy money. We would do the same thing. - [Knock On Door]
Hey.
Max, excuse me.
Carmine, the funeral is getting ready to go.
You see what I mean? We're going crazy.
We're acting like a bunch of kids on their first job.
[Chattering, Indistinct]
Coming apart, boys. Oh, shit.
- [Static] - What did he say? "Park, part"?
[Chattering, Indistinct]
Ow! Aah, son of a-
Ahh.
I don't believe you.
Hey, all you drivers. Can I see you for a minute in here? Yeah, all of you.
- You want us in there? - Everybody, yes.
All right.
- You want us all in there? - Yeah, you too.
##[Organ, Faint]
Aah!
- [Kalish] Now we'll see, that dirty- - Aah!
Huh? What did I tell ya? Was I right? They're all over the goddamn place.
- [Groaning] - Check him out. Check him out!
Now, hold him.
Just look at that. He's a goddamn walking radio station.
That's how they know more about me than my own wife does.
Dirty, no-good, son-of-a-bitch cop.
I'll make 'em a ransom. If they want a ransom, we got one-him!
What'd I tell ya? Your father could be home right now for nothin'...
and we could all sleep nights.
Mingo, listen, they're pullin' out now. Stick with Ansel. Let him know he's not alone.
Gotcha.
[Car Engine Starts]
[Engine Starts]
Believe me, this is the only way.
Look, the guys'll be right behind you all the way. You'll be covered.
This'll break their balls.
- [Snaps Fingers] - Let's go.
Hm.
Buddy, Buddy.
- Yeah, Buddy. - Ansel's not here.
- What the hell do you mean, he's not there? - I checked every single car.
I'm telling you, he's not here.
Get your ass over here. We're goin' downstairs.
When you get to the car wash, keep your eyes open. Okay?
Let's go.
Uh-oh. We got company.
Hold on.
$1.25, sir. Wash and wax.
Okay, thank you. Pull it up slow.
Come on up. That's it.