Hi there.
OK, boys, five-card draw.
Deuces wild. Good luck and may the best chump win
Special night tonight, ain't it?
Things ain't been the same around here without you, Harry.
My bank account ain't been as fat since.
Hell, I was just saying, you know, I wonder when Harry's getting out of the joint.
I'll be goddamned if he didn't walk in
It must have been your tele... telepathy, or whatever the hell you call it.
What did you do, Harry?
You didn't go and kill someone did you?
Oh hell, you know Harry ain't got a murdering bone in his body.
He probably just ripped off some old lady or stole a car or something.
You were just trying to make a quick buck, weren't you, Harry?
Yeah, that was it. It was Schwartz. He was set up.
He told me all about it. He thought it was legit.
Christ! You gotta be a real fucking loser to fall for shit like that.
You say that again, I'm gonna put my cigarette out on your face.
Jesus, Harry, it was just a fucking figure of speech.
You gotta learn how to lighten up.
You fucking slimy bastard!
You're a fucking dead man!
Filthy bastard.
You sick man.
Oh, Jesus, Harry, you're killing me.
It's a Continental.
Custom convertible, one of a kind.
Hell it's gotta be worth at least you know, I mean, hell...
5000 goddamn dollars.
Well, hell, you win, Harry.
Well, Harry, you're a rich son of a bitch now.
5000 big ones in cash and that car ought to get you pretty far.
That is, if you stay out of trouble. What are you gonna do with that fat wad of cash?
The first thing I wanna do is drive this hunk of junk straight to the Nevada border.
Then I'm gonna sit my butt down at a poker table
and turn that $5000 into a fortune
And then I'm gonna live my life as far away as possible
from double-talking, scumbag con artists, like the two of you fucks.
You know, I've seen a lot of chump slags, pea brains and two-bit palookas,
but I'll tell you, none of them can hold a candle to Harry Talbot.
Yeah.
He's a nice guy, too.
Come on, boss. One more time.
All right!
Your turn to rub 'em, baby.
Get 'em hot! Get 'em hot!
- Enjoy, Mr Santino. - Enjoy?
Enjoy what, baby?
"Enjoy what, baby?" You're fucking killing me!
Johnny's got a little something for you, sweetheart.
You come back when Johnny's done playing
and Johnny will have something for you to enjoy. Right, Peppe?
Peppe!
Ow!
Let's hear it for the luscious Lucia. Lucia.
Hi. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves this evening at Club Le Holiday.
Let's have a warm welcome for the very lovely and sensuous Magdalena. Magdalena!
Magdalena this.
Here. Hold this, will you?
Pauly! Take the glass.
Stupid son of a bitch!
Why'd you have to go pick up the wrong fucking drink!
OK.
I thought you were supposed to be away at school, Kit.
Think Grandma's gonna like the fact that you're roaming around
this beautiful place here in your fucking underwear?
Huh?
You've got some big balls for a chick.
Any of your fucking ingrates touch me and I swear to God,
- I'm gonna fucking rip your head off! - Is that so?
Gentlemen...
I'm not a minor anymore! I have my rights!
You have a big mouth.
You’re making a big mistake here, Danny!
I'm making a mistake? Let me tell you something, in two days
Grandma's making a deal that'll bring this family 10 million bucks
and you're trying to off the guy!
You're the fucking mistake, Kit!
The only mistake is Grandma doing business with a pig,
which is only gonna happen over my dead body!
Well, you just may be dead after Grandma hears what you're doing.
- Hi, Grandma. It's Danny. Yeah, we got her. - Don't listen to him, Grandma!
- No, she wasn't at Charlie's. - Oh, God, Danny. Please.
- Please, Danny, please. - She was at a strip joint, Grandma.
Yeah, Santino was there, but he didn't know anything.
Argh! You son of a...
Jesus! Get her off!
One drink and your ass is back out on the road.
Ugh. The tough-guy act is getting a little tiring, Danny.
Look who walked in the door. It's John Wayne.
What can I get for you, sir?
Give me a Budweiser.
Give me a quarter for the jukebox.
What's the magic word?
Please.
Oh, please.
Pardon me.
I'm having an awful time with these fellas over here and I wanna give y'all
a chance to defend you honor
I lost a brother of mine in Operation Desert Storm.
He was Reginald. Reginald Forland. Do you know him?
No.
Don't know him.
And I resent them calling y'all cowards and freeloaders.
Cowards and freeloaders?
They also said
that your mother was so fat that if she rolled over a dollar,
she would get four quarters back.
That's horrible. That's truly horrible.
- You talk about my mother? - No.
OK.
Come on, baby.
Open up.
Just a little.
- Come on, baby. - Hey!
You looking for something?
I lost my car keys.
It looks like you lost your car, too.
You don't know how to hot-wire a car, do you?
I think I'd probably use the key.
That's my car.
Which way are you heading?
The profitable way.
You mind giving me a ride?
I'm trying to stay out of trouble right now.
OK.
Thanks a lot.
- That’s really nice of you - Did I say anything about getting in the car?
Listen, I really need to get to Nevada fast. I've got a big job.
Boy.
I'm one lucky lady I needed a ride and there you were.
Well, it was fate, destiny.
It was planned a million years ago that you were gonna give me a ride.
Metaphorically, not literally.
Excuse me. Can I help you with something?
Cigarette.
You from around here?
Nobody's from around here.
My name is Kit.
You got a light?
You got a name?
My name's Harry.
Nice car, Harry. Where'd you get it?
I won it.
Church raffle?
Poker.
You're a gambler, huh?
Mmm.
Well, what do you do for a living?
Well, I used to do nothing.
And then I retired.
Help yourself. It came with the car.
- Then what happened? - Not telling you
Oh come on. You can't give me this whole bit and just turn it off
Alright. Well...
she said, "I can't do that cos it's still... stuck up in there."
Where's the Lincoln?
What?
Where's the Lincoln?
Well, you said get rid of it, so we got rid of it.
Yeah, we dumped it.
Oh, yeah? You dumped it.
Well, where'd you dump it? We need something outta the back.
What do you mean?
Gordo took everything with him.
Took everything with him? I don't understand.
Come on! Come on!
Get the fuck out of here!
It's in his coat, OK? His old lady said he's got it sewn up in his jacket lining.
So, in that case, you mean that it's still on him?
That's right, shitbag. What did you do with it?
Boy, it's sure sad the way
the world turned out, huh, Harry?
I mean, when I was little, I remember hearing all about President Agnew,
and the yippies, and free love, and...
Love sure ain't free any more, is it, Harry?
It must have been so fun
to live way back then. Everything was so spontaneous.
Uninhibited.
Oh, those times, they were a-changing, huh, Harry?
Do you want to fuck?
Cos I... I can pull over, you know?
Jesus!
Nobody talks like that!
Where have you been?
I've been away.
Just got out of the clink.
You didn't murder anybody?
No, I didn't murder anybody.
You didn't rape anybody?
No, I didn't rape anybody.
Petty stuff?
Below petty.
The Daisy Motel.
Nothing like a five-star motel huh, Harry?
Do you do much traveling?
Harry!
God, what are you doing?
I'm sorry. I er...
I wasn't watching the road. I nodded off or something.
- Really? Really? - Yeah.
How long were you away, Harry?
- Five and a half years. - Well, I guess it gets a little lonely, huh?
You want to walk?
I'm sorry. OK?
OK, look.
There's a motel a couple of miles down.
We can get a couple of rooms.
Knock off for the night. OK?
Well, I see why there was only one room available.
It's so charming.
Of course. What would America do without its porn movies and rat-trap motels?
This is humiliating.
You sure don't mind flaunting what you've got.
Excuse me. This outfit is not my idea.
It's part of a women's study-class experiment
on the psychological damage brought about by the female exploitation in the male-fantasy
sex environment.
I like sex as much as anyone.
If not more.
But pornography
is for depraved perverts, politicians,
and serial killers.
Good night, Harry.
I can't thank you enough for giving me a ride
and for paying for the hotel room.
And I'll find a way to pay you back.
I promise.
Oh, yeah.
No, Grandma.
I came in with a low grade-point average.
No, I'm by myself.
I'm. I'm watching TV.
No. No. I don't care what he says.
Danny lies.
And you were in that place for your sociology class?
For research.
Yes I see.
Katerina there is a family dinner on Sunday.
You will be there.
Yes.
That's good.
I miss you too, little one.
Until Sunday.
God loves you, as I do.
That was her, you imbecile.
One job is all I give you and you can't even do that.
You're a disgrace to the family.
This is the most important deal this family has ever entered.
Now wherever Santino is you go.
And if she so much as scratches him you’re gonna wish you were never born into this family.
Sorry, Grandma.
I'll find her and I'll do better.
We'll find her.
Can you hear me, Vincenzo?
I was saying our little Katerina has gone off again.
It's Santino.
Kit!
Morning.
I brought you some breakfast.
Here's your change.
I didn't know how much it would be.
Doughnut?
Harold, this is luxury. This is the life!
Whoo!
Since you don't do nothing anymore, Harry, what exactly do you do?
Do you have any aspirations?
Do you have a need to do anything meaningful?
Charity work? Join the peace corps?
Negotiate world peace?
All kidding aside, I was wondering...
Actually, I was doing a little thinking on the subject, being a sociology major,
what your upbringing was like.
It was terrible.
That I can tell, stupid.
Don't call me stupid.
I didn't mean that you were stupid.
Just the question.
Goddamn my ass is asleep.
Jesus Christ.
It's like trying to find a fucking guinea hooker in Chinatown
I had a guinea hooker once She had a nose-ring in one of her titties.
Of course I guess that wouldn't be a nose-ring.
My professional take on you
is blue-collar working class.
With a doting mother with an insecurity complex
whose culinary highlights were fried baloney sandwiches. A drunk for a father,
who was always away whoring and when he did come home,
physically abused you
In an effort to escape this environment
you turned to petty crime, skinning baseball cards, hub caps, and eventually cars.
Before you know it, you're doing time.
Do me a favor. Let's cut out the bullshit. OK?
I wanna know why... you didn't rip me off.
Because I am a college student, not a thief.
And I didn't feel right taking advantage of you
You've got this... quality about you.
You know.
The underdog. The kind of guy everybody wants to take advantage of.
Nice guy.
But a real loser.
Get out!
Get the fuck out.
I don't need some silly, little teenybopper telling me I'm a loser.
Get out.
You didn't let me finish!
I just said you look like a loser!
I was gonna say that I thought you were a really nice guy!
A winner, unlike most of the men I've ever known!
Come here. I'm sorry.
Come on. I just get worked up sometimes.
I overreact. I'm sorry. I'm a little tense.
You should lighten up, OK? You should learn to laugh once in a while!
I'm gonna drop you off at the next town.
Give you a little bit of money for the bus or whatever.
I'm not the greatest traveling companion.
I told her Kit was too smart to come back here, but would she listen to me? No.
So what now? I waste five hours of my life.
Our lives, man. You need to tell that fucking old bag to shove it.
Don't call my grandmother an old bag, alright?
I'm sorry, OK? Calm down.
There's your ticket.
Thanks.
- Good luck - You're not gonna leave me like that?
What if the bus doesn't come?
I'll be stuck out here all by myself.
You've got your ticket. You're gonna be fine.
Be a gentleman. At least wait till the bus comes.
Please.
OK. I'll wait.
Five minutes.
It's too bad about that little argument we had.
Yeah. It's too bad.
You know, I was thinking about a way that I could erm...
thank you for everything you've done.
You know, you’re a very nice girl, but...
whatever your plan is, I'm not really interested. It's not gonna help my life at all.
Alright...
It was nothing.
Just a card game.
High stakes. Real losers.
A smart guy like you, you could clean house.
I'd be willing to bet my body for a night
that a shark like you could walk away
with ten times your stash.
It sounds like a scam to me.
Nope. No scam.
Straight poker.
High stakes. The whole game
is set up for this Santino guy.
Blabbermouth can't play cards
But everybody loses to him.
And, well, why does everybody lose to him?
He's a very powerful man.
Everybody's on his payroll and they don't wanna lose their jobs.
But I get a feeling that that wouldn’t bother you, huh?
There's my bus.
Come on. What's the matter, don't you trust me?
No.
I don't. Why should I?
Harry.
For some reason that I can't quite figure out, I like you.
I think you’re a nice guy.
So do you want me to get on that bus or not?
Huh, Harry?
Well, I guess the worst that can happen is...
...I’ll have your body for the night, huh?
What?
Well, that's what you said.
- What's fucking wrong with you? - What's the matter? I'm shooting at a sign.
Don't fucking shoot at a goddamn sign! Put it away, you crazy bastard!
Or you'll be riding in the fucking... You'll be riding in the trunk. Shitbag.
Spare's in the trunk.
I know where the spare is.
- Are you gonna get out and help me? - I'm not touching that thing.
What the...
What in the fuck are you trying to pull?
- Huh? - What are you talking about?
What am I talking about? Where did you go this morning?
- I went to get doughnuts. - What did you do when you went get doughnuts?
I went to the doughnut shop.
Come here. I wanna show you something.
Come here.
What the fuck is that?
It looks like a dead body to me, Harry.
"It looks like a dead body Harry"
That's exactly what it is. It's a dead body. Where'd it come from?
- It's not my body. - It's not my body either. How did it get there?
It's your car. I thought it was your body.
So you knew it was there?
Yeah, I saw it this morning.
You saw a body in the trunk and you knew it was there and you didn't tell me.
Are you some kind of a fruitcake or what?
Hey, I don't need this shit. OK?
I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt -
take the liberal approach,
not be a snob...
Sometimes you just can't overcome the class difference.
- Excuse me? - And your pal here's starting to stink, baby.
Sayonara, sucker!
Hey!
Where the hell are you going? Hey!
Come back over here.
Shut up.
- Can we... - I want an apology.
You want an apology for what?
For saying I dropped the stiff in the trunk. What kind of woman do you think I am?
Look, you're gonna apologise to me,
or you can kiss all the money you were gonna make bye-bye.
You're not gonna leave me here alone with that fucking dead guy in the trunk.
Now, come on. Please, let's go.
- I'm sorry. - What?
I'm sorry. OK? I said it twice.
You'd better learn, buddy
that a woman is something more than someone you can just bark orders at. OK?
Let's just dump this body and then we’re gonna get the hell out of here.
Urgh.
Peugh!
Makes you want to go scarf down a big steak, huh, Harry?
Are you gonna play with that antenna or are you gonna help me get him out?
I'm not touching that.
Oh yes you are gonna touch him.
Because if you don't, I'm not giving you a ride out of here. So, come on.
How long are you gonna hold this ride thing over me, Harry?
As much as I need to, Kit. Now, come on. Grab his feet.
OK. On three.
One, two... three.
Careful.
Kit, what are you doing up there? Come on. Let's go. We gotta get out of here.
Where'd you learn that?
I worked at some of my family's warehouses a couple of summers.
What exactly does your family do?
Uh... buying, selling, securities, liquor, gambling.
Poor little rich girl, huh?
Mostly poor.
My family believes you've gotta earn your own way.
- Hey get rid of that thing. Throw it away? - Why?
Because it stinks.
It's a nice jacket. It's better than your little two-penny special.
What?
You can outsmart some of the people some of the time, but not Roy!
Cut your engine
and put your hands over your head where I can see 'em.
That’s you too lady.
What are you two doing in here?
Well, we're just trying to find ourselves a place to be alone. You know how it is, Officer.
Come on. Tell him, Pooky.
Yeah, that's right. That's what we're trying to do. Just... trying to be alone.
Why don't you guys get out of the car
and stand right there?
Since old man Turner passed away, people have been stealing this place blind.
Why don't you open up that trunk for me?
Ooh. It's hot out here.
Jesus.
Christ, what the...
What the hell do you have in there?
Well, Harry here went fishing last weekend
and he was so anxious to see me that he left his catch in the trunk for a week.
Yeah. Yeah.
Kiss me, darling.
Alright.
Close the damned trunk, please. Excuse me, ma'am.
Take care of yourself.
- Ma'am. - Hm?
Why don't you find a hotel?
Yes, sir.
Way to play it, partner. Come on.
Shift out, Harold
Move it.
Where's my idiot grandson Danny?
The last I heard, he was at some rock concert in Hollywood.
You find him.
You tell him if he doesn't get to that Holiday Club in the next five hours.
I'm gonna blow up that car of his.
With him and his two asshole friends in the trunk.
Understand?
How much money do you have left, Harry?
I don't think that’s any of you business.
Fine. As long as you have the five Gs we need to get in the game.
Anyway, the bastard was in over his head.
That piece of fucking shit. He's standing there,
sweating like a horse, meanwhile he's taking a dump in his pants,
he's so fucking scared to death, right?
So he starts crying "Fellas, fellas, please don't! I'll get you wife and you kids tickets "
1,000.
Hey, hold it, handsome. I'm in the middle of a story.
So anyway, he says "Hey I can get you and you kids free passes to the circus "
He said... Hey, where's mine?
I didn't know you wanted one.
What am I, a fucking orphan? Bring me another one of these.
See if you can find us something to eat.
- What would you like? - What would I like?
What would you like, sweetheart?
I don't care. Bring me anything you want.
Make it a surprise.
OK.
Hey! Hey!
While you’re out there
tell Bertie to turn up the music and down with the air conditioning.
Get the hard-ons to start drinking a little Come on. Come on! Go!
- Now where was I? - It's your call.
No, no, no. My story...
So Charlie goes right to the guy. He says,
"Frank, I gotta whack this guy, but I need your help."
Get the fuck out of here. "I need your help."
That’s what Charlie says Says he's got a bad fucking back.
Needs somebody to dig the hole.
See you 300. Raise you another seven.
So Charlie takes him to this place that he's already set up ahead of time.
Frankie starts digging the fucking hole. Working like a son of a bitch, he is. Sweating bullets.
Finally, he says, "How's that? Deep enough?"
Charlie gets up, looks over, takes a peek and says, "Perfecto."
Perfect.
So Frankie stats to crawl out of the hole.
Charlie ba-bings him right in the back of the fucking head.
Back in he goes. All Charlie has to do is shovel dirt.
Won again huh, Lucky? Watch out that horseshoe don't rip your ass.
Got my surprise, baby?
I got your surprise, Johnny.
- Argh! - Get down! Get down!
Get down! Get down!
Get the hell outta here!
Have you lost your fucking mind?
Give me your fucking gun! Give it!
Come on, Harry. Fucking help me out.
Wake up!
Oh. Oh!
- My fingers! My fingers! Where are my fingers?! - Get up!
Who the fuck are you?
Huh?
You know me.
Rico!
Get that off! My fingers, Rico, get my fingers!
You fuck... Who...
- Who are you? - My name is Kit Califano.
Luigi's daughter.
I just wanted you to know that.
You crazy, venomous bitch!
Rico kill her!
What the fuck?
Argh!
- Rico! - Give me the gun!
Give me the fucking gun!
Uh-uh. No.
- Give me the fucking gun. Right? - No, no.
My fingers! God damn it!
Give me the fucking gun!
Argh.
Hey!
- Get back here! - Get 'em!
Wait! Wait!
- Go! Go!
- Get moving! - Dick's car! Out back!
Fucking driving's giving me a headache.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
You stupid son of a bitch!
I had him and you ruined it!
Will you shut up?
- You fucked me. - You wish that I would fuck you! Ha!
What the hell's the matter with you, getting me involved with something like...
Get down!
You fuckers!
What are you relaxing for?
They're history, baby. Don't worry.
- We're not safe until we're outta here. - We?
Yeah. We! And I'm not afraid to use this.
Oh, really?
Irwin, come on. Come on. Move your feet.
Let's go.
Grandma's gonna shit her pants.
It's the only fucking casino we haven't searched through in this whole goddamn state.
He better be in here or I'll shove both your heads up the fucking exhaust pipe.
I'm gonna have to have something to eat.
Yeah. I'm staving I could eat a dog
Maybe an orange drink and pork rib or something.
Get that gun out of my face! What's the matter with you?
Jesus, look at your arm. You've been hit.
Harry, I've been shot.
- That is what I get for saving your life! - It's a little nick.
You were gonna leave me back there with those goons.
- Yeah, I was. - I thought you were a nice guy.
I am.
I'm bleeding.
- You're gonna be OK, come one. - I'm bleeding.
Gotta find a safe place to pull over and I'll bandage it up for you.
Ow! Jesus, what do you think you are, John Wayne?
Yeah, that's me. John Wayne.
You're a motor mouth.
First I'm gonna fix your little arm and then you're gonna tell me the truth
about all this stuff that's going on,
including... how you're gonna get my money back.
Santino used to be... a Mafia hit man.
We just shot up... a Mafia guy?
He killed my father.
My dad is all I ever had growing up.
I never even knew my mother.
Well, that's a very sad story.
But you really didn't have any business dragging me into your bullshit.
You have nobody to blame but yourself.
You ought to smarten up a little bit
Use you brains.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there.
Yeah.
And I was up 35 grand.
Is that all you ever think about? Your money?
What about me?
That is the closest I have ever been to getting that bastard.
Harry.
Harry!
What are you doing?
I'm shopping for new wheels.
If you want the Lincoln, you can take it. Go ahead.
You can't do that. They're gonna be after you too.
- I can do whatever I want. - I can't let you do this.
Oh. Now with the gun again, huh?
Get out. Come over to the car. We'll talk this over.
Give me that.
Harry!
What if we need that?
Go back to where you came from.
Come on, Harry. You can't do this.
No, you can’t do this. We're good together. We're a team.
Oh, yeah, are we?
Come on, Harry.
Don't leave me alone.
I hate being alone. You're the only friend I have.
What a crock of shit. I'd hate to be your enemy.
I swear to God. Look, if you stay, I promise, no more trouble. I won't do anything.
Holy shit. Look at this.
I know these guys.
Oh, yeah.
Lookee here.
Look what we have here. Harry, Harry, Harry.
Very happy to see you, I gotta tell ya.
- We're really happy to see you, Harry. - Fellas.
- Thanks for the Christmas present. - You know we love you, Harry.
Listen, uh... we're here to see Gordo.
Who the hell is Gordo?
He's your friend in the trunk.
- Oh, him. - Yeah, him.
Well, I didn't figure you wanted him back, so I dumped him.
Well, I think you'd better show us where you dumped him, Harry,
or I'm gonna carve my initials in your pretty friend's neck. What do you think of that?
- Good going with the gun, Harry. - Yeah, very good going, Harry.
I suppose you're gonna blame this on me, too, huh, Harry?
No. I say we're just about even. At least I had the upper hand on Santino.
You were actually duped by these goons.
- Do you know how to shut her up, Talbot? - What are you looking at?
- As a matter of fact, I don't. - Point that away from me.
Don't point that gun at me. You have the manners of a fucking animal.
What the fuck are you trying to pull, Talbot, huh?
You said you wanted the body, tough guy.
There he is.
You son of a bitch!
- Fuck! - Let him go!
You fucking smartass. What did you do with Gordo's coat, huh?
It's in the...
It's in the car!
What?
It's in the car.
Get the fuck up.
I didn't know you wanted the stupid coat.
99 and 100% pure.
Hey, fucking popsicle brain, the key's not in here.
- Key, what key? - The key to the goddamn money.
His old lady said he stashed it somewhere in the club before he took off with the dough
Stashed the money? Where?
Where?
If I knew where, genital breath, I wouldn’t be out here in a junkyard
with two sub-cro-magnons, a frigging stiff over there, and the fucking Bobbsey Twins!
- Now, would I? - No.
No.
That bastard thought he could rip us off.
I bet he's still got it on him.
I'm gonna rip his fucking heart out.
Zand.
What?
Holy shit. What the fuck do they want?
Me.
All right. Stay cool.
Just stay... Stay fucking cool. Don't move.
Don't move! No!
You're fucking dead!
Hey!
Argh!
Fucking bitch!
Oh, you mother... Argh!
Oh, shit.
Enough!
Harry!
- Get outta here! - Motherfucker.
I came back for you, Harry. I didn't try to ditch you like you tried to ditch me.
- And I want you to thank me. - Thank you for what?
Do you wanna walk?
OK, OK. Thanks. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
Harry, I feel there's something I should tell you.
Yeah, what is it this time?
I think we're fucked, Harry.
Oh, thanks a lot, Kit.
Oof.
There's gonna be a war now. Santino's gonna be after me.
He's gonna have every goon on the West Coast after us.
Us, huh?
36 hours ago, it was just me.
Me. Me.
Harry. All by himself. No problems.
Oh, come on. You were in a rut.
Face it. Scamming, gambling, no ambition at all.
At least I brought a little bit of excitement in your life.
Oh, my life. We're on my life again. We're talking about my life.
What about your life?
Let's talk about that
Remember when you were talking about
my fried-baloney sandwiches and my blue-collar upbringing?
Well what makes you so much better than me?
Just because your big-shot family had some illegal money to toss around.
All your friends being chauffeured off to their fancy schools.
Who took you to school, the family hit man?
I don't know, baby.
The way I look at it, you've got no business talking about my life...
...because yours ain't any better.
Harry?
What?
Do you hate me?
Mm-hm.
No, I don't hate you. I'm just kidding.
Sometimes I feel like giving you a whack, believe me.
Then sometimes, I...
I wanna give you a kiss.
Like right now.
So come here.
Uh, Kit, stop. Please.
Jesus.
Pitchfork.
Oh, God.
Don't even blink dude.
Your friend get a little too much fresh air?
No, not enough.
You uh... just dig him up or something?
I was just about to put him under.
That's a good idea.
Why don't you throw those keys over here?
Come on.
Good.
Raffie, get the car!
Somebody wants to see you little playmate, pal.
My cousin there has got herself into a little mess that I gotta clean up.
Don't worry. We'll take care of her. She's family.
Fucking asshole, Danny! You don't have a mind of your own, you little creep!
Grandma's little messenger boy.
I'm no-one's messenger boy.
You couldn’t get any other job, so Grandma sends you on little errands.
Shut the fuck up.
You don't have the brains to finish this job, you're not gonna get me home. You're too fucking stupid.
I'm stupid?
You may have tricked me back at that fucking bar...
- ...but look who's winning now. - I am!
Argh!
Miss you. I love you.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
You’re a buffoon, Danny.
- You'll always be a fool, Danny! - Move it, move it.
Harry! Harry!
Harry!
This is private property, friend.
Uh...
Well, I was just leaving.
That's right. This ain't no dumping ground.
My girlfriend is in a lot of trouble.
Load him in the car and get the hell out of here.
OK.
You shouldn't let Santino know who you were!
The asshole was supposed to be dead.
That "asshole" is gonna be at the house
for a big meeting with Grandma, and she's not gonna cover for you any more, Kit.
You know, I might not be Grandma's little sweet, nice, little love bug.
But you know what? She wouldn’t let him touch me.
Try to waste a man like Santino...
you don't miss.
Your granddaughter has bad aim.
This could have been my head.
I'm sure it's a mistake.
Mama Martucci,
I have the deepest respect for you and your family.
Vincenzo.
One of the greatest men I've ever known.
Together we enjoyed magnificent prosperity and abundance.
How am I to believe in this alliance...
...until this matter is resolved?
How many men have you lost?
Rico.
We lost five of our best men.
Only two of yours were hit.
I've exercised the greatest restraint.
Mama Martucci, I said to Rico today,
"Rico, my eyes, they must be deceiving me.
Mama Martucci would never allow this."
Am I right, Rico?
The boss doesn't lie.
Vincenzo says you will have your three lives.
And the girl must be one of the three.
No.
Do you see these fingers?
No.
You know why?
Because they're not there.
You want a war, Mama Martucci?
Or do you want to continue business as usual?
The girl... must die.
It's a long way to grandma's house,
so don't think you’re gonna get me to that meeting.
Do you figure this gravedigger's gonna stop us?
Listen, moron, that was one of the top button men on the East Coast.
Really? What's his name?
Harry.
Oh, yeah, Harry. I know Harry.
Harry Malaziano.
Harry.
Holy shit!
Whoa.
Oh-ho!
I'm going crazy.
I'm losing my fucking mind.
I'm going nuts over her. I'm...
Falling for the dame
Yeah, it's me.
You dig her, Harry
Yeah, yeah, she's a frigging pain in the ass,
but let's face it, last night wasn't just a tumble with some cheap piece of ass, was it?
No.
You’re damn straight it wasn't, pal.
She's more than bums like you and me deserve.
She's a lot of trouble.
She had a job to complete, my friend.
She did what she had to do.
What do you want, some fucking bimbo?
And besides, Harry. She was right about you.
You've got nobody to blame but yourself.
You've got to smarten up and stop letting people take advantage of you.
It got you in the joint once already.
You know what? I know where I remember you from, Gordo.
That club where I play cards You used to run the joint didn't you?
And this key that you burped up...
I know where the safe is in there, and that key fits the safe, doesn't it?
That’s where all that money is that you stole
How much was it anyway?
It's a fucking lot of money, Harry.
It's a lot.
Yeah, I bet it was. I bet it was.
It's there for the taking and I'm gonna go get it.
Oh. Come on. Don't be a schmuck.
What?
Kit.
She can take care of herself.
That money is there.
Man, I'm gonna go for it.
Harry.
I went for it,
and look what it got me.
Very fucking dead.
You don't understand. That's a lot of money.
Double schmuck.
I don't know. She'd be...
She's a lot of trouble, that one, you know? She...
She's a lot of trouble.
You’re going away, sweet girl.
That school in Switzerland we spoke of.
Grandmother, how could you?
I have anticipated this for some time.
The arrangements were made last week.
Raphael is taking you to the airport.
When? I have to pack.
Ted will help with your luggage.
I'm sorry, Katerina.
This isn't fair.
It is the way you made it.
There's an order that must be maintained.
You don't clip a mark without a contract, like some mad dog.
We thought it was cute the first time you went to Santino with your stiletto.
You were so young.
But now there are consequences.
You’re too much like you father, Katerina.
You wanted Papa killed, didn't you?
You always blamed him for what happened to Mama
He was never good enough or mean enough for this family.
Grandpa would have done something about Santino, not me.
He didn't do business with pimps.
I did not want this life.
You cannot choose what God ordains. It is fate.
I'm simply a servant of my beloved Vincenzo.
Kit, why don't you get in the car?
Get in the car.
No, back seat
Why?
Are you going?
Yes.
Why?
Nanny!
- No! - Get in the car.
You fucking... Nanny!
Let go! No!
Go! Go! Come on! Do it! Do it!
Move!
Harry!
Let's go, guys! You cover the east wall! You cover the west wall! Move, men, move!
Irwin!
Secure the house!
- Don't even blink, dude.
- Shit. - And drop the gun on the seat.
All right, where is she?
You're too late, Malapino.
Malapino?
You... fucker! I'm gonna kill you!
Down!
- Please don't do this... - Shut up!
Please don't do this to me!
Hey, baby.
Jesus, Harry. I didn't expect to see you again.
Ow!
Let's get the hell out of here. Kit, come on. We gotta get out of here.
It's time to leave.
Back up!
- Don't do this. - Down.
Get down!
I never liked you, Danny. You were always mean to me.
I'm sorry.
Kit, this is not the time. We gotta leave.
Danny, kiss my toe.
- Kit... - Kiss my fucking toe right now!
- Don't do this. - Kiss my feet, Danny!
Good idea.
Lick.
We gotta get out of this town, Harry.
No shit.
Do we have enough gas to get to Mexico?
I think we've probably got enough to make it a lot further than that.
Hey, Kit, why don't you make me a drink? I think it's time to celebrate.
Well, that's what happens when you use your brain.
Yeah, you get it blown to bits.
Just like my fucking hand.
Get the pieces, Rico.
- On the counter. - Give it up.
Now, this is beautiful.
So fucking romantic.
A double funeral.
I should have been a priest, eh?
You little putz.
You should have stayed in school.
Cos in about 30 seconds,
this pretty little face of yours is gonna be chicken cacciatore.
But first, I'm gonna get rid of the Cincinnati Kid.
And you can watch!
Hey, asshole,
you should have picked yourself another girl.
What is it with this bitch?
Tits.
You're a tit man, right?
Yeah. They're grande tétons, right?
You should have picked yourself a bitch who could cook and sew.
Because she's the difference between your last breath...
and death.
Motherfucker!
Rico!
Get that fucking putz!
Scumbag piece of shit, you'll fucking die for this!
How are you?
- I'll fucking eat you live cocksucker - Good to see you.
You stupid fucking dummy! Rico!
Here's your money. Here, take it.
You know who you shot, asshole! Rico!
Rico, get him!
You’re a fucking dead man! Ugh!
Piece of shit! You life is mine you stupid little shit!
You’re fucking dead!
Dead! You understand?
You’re fucking dead
Fuck you, Talbot.
You shitbag.
Urgh. Urgh!
Phew.
See, baby?
Like I told you.
Everything works out the way it's supposed to.
You've just gotta go with the flow.
You know what's weird, Harry? I've spent years of my life trying to kill this guy
and now he's dead
and I didn't even pull the trigger.
Speaking in psychiatric terms, I have to say that I misinterpreted my demons.
I let the wrong things run my life. You know I channeled
all my anger from being a lonely kid and missing my dad
to a life that was totally useless and negative.
You know what I mean?
No.
So where are we going?
Where are we gonna go?
We’re not going anywhere, cos you’re gonna keep your smart little uppity ass right here.
It's just me now. Me, Harry. All by myself.
Kit.
Just kidding, sweetheart.
You've really gotta learn to lighten up.
I think I know where we should go.
- Is that right? - Mm-hm.
This friend of mine has got a little casino in Monte Carlo.
Shut up, Kit.
You should see the rooms too.
They have red carpet, red bedspread.
Shut up, Kit.
Oh! It's so wonderful.