All language subtitles for El intercambio the swap (1979) (eng)

Luigi Conetti Motors.

What'd you say?

Oh, I guess.

Jeez.

I can.

I've got,

seven hours to go.

But what do you mean? I
wanted a job in film. Right?

So how's Erica?

Beautiful. What time?

Would you make it noon?

Alright.

Alright.

Yeah. I'll try.

Right.

See

How long, Vito?

An hour and thirty
seven seconds.

I'm counting down.

A real short timer.

I'm so short.

This is gonna be my
last cigarette in this joint.

A one shirt, gray suit, black

tie.

A pair of black shoes.

Eight dollars.

Twelve.

Order identification cards.

Documents secretary.

No.

You. Vito. Vito.

Did you pick up the clothes I
asked you to get from me? Yeah.

Everything's at the house. My
mother's got a feast for you.

We got pasta, scongilla.

Landry, I wanna make a stop
before we go. Yeah. Where to?

I wanna go to the cemetery to see
where my mother and my brother, girl.

Sure. You know, my day is yours.

Yeah. There they are, Vito.
First two under the tree.

Sorry, mama.

I know I promised
to take care of him.

Death must have been
a great pain to you.

Sammy.

Sammy.

I stand here, but
I don't believe it.

Twenty five years old.

It's not thirty fastest
snubs your life on.

I swear to you, my brother.
I swear to God to you.

I'll find out who
this is, Harry.

I'll kill him with my own hand.

Hey, Pop.

The Nicoletti greats
are over there.

Do you take care of them?

Nicoletti?

Yes. They had nice funerals.

Simple, but nice.

My brother's got some
flowers on his grave.

You know who put them
there? Some woman.

She comes every week.

You know who she is?

No.

But just like clockwork,

she comes every Thursday
morning for years.

She's pretty, young,
and a little gaudy.

Look.

I'd appreciate it you
didn't say anything to

anybody about this.

Memory is not kind to old men.

Good day.

You're finished now, Vito.
Let's go home and eat.

We gotta make another stop.
Is Father Tester still around?

Yeah, at the old church.
We'll go there first.

You're still looking for
Alta boy's father? Hey, Vito.

Vito, my boy.

You look good.

Son. Son.

You know, I knew
you were coming out

today.

You look wonderful.

You got too much blarney
for an Italian father.

The old neighborhood
has changed.

Hey, Bruno.

Most of the old gang is gone.

And

your mother.

I never did thank you for
taking care of the funeral.

Her last words were about,
you and your brother, Sammy.

The old house, it's
gone too. Yeah.

There was no one else left.

I mean,

you were gone, and

and you're brotherly.

It's almost a thousand dollars.

It's all I could get for
something that was in your

mother's apartment.

It's yours.

This was, Sami's.

A man's whole life
in a cardboard box.

I I I know you you can't
forget what happened to him.

If you don't, some things
are better forgotten.

I will tell my
brother not to forget,

not till I get some answers.

What?

These are things that your
mother wanted you to have.

Papa's last gift to Sammy.

He must have been
three years old.

This is his favorite toy.

He used to sit in that chair and shake
it all night making such a racket.

They were beautiful together,
mama and Sammy. Just beautiful.

I was supposed to
look out for him.

Sammy died, Vero.

It's best to leave
the dead buried.

You don't understand, father.
It's not for me. It's for mama.

I let her down.

So what will you do if
you find the murderer?

Will you kill?

Do you realize that in doing so
that you're gonna condemn your

soul to everlasting hell?

I pray to God that
you fail yourself.

I pray to god there is a god.

Yes.

Are you Erica Moore?

I am.

Please excuse me. My
name is Vito Nicoletti.

My brother was Sammy Nicoletti.
I believe that you knew.

Yes. I did.

I was wondering if you could spare
me a few moments of your time.

Well, I don't know.

Look. I waited ten
years to talk to you.

Please sit down.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, I really don't
know how to begin.

You see, when Samuel was
killed, I was in prison.

I just got out this morning,

and I just wanted to get around
to see some of his old friends.

I think I understand.

You'd like to get closer to the memory
of your brother through his friends.

Is that it?

Yeah. Yeah. That's it exactly.

You got a nice way
of putting things.

It's my job. I
work in publishing.

That's what this office is for.

It's very interesting.

Anyway, missus Moore, the last
letter I got from my brother,

he said he was going up to
your house for the weekend.

Three days later, he was killed.

And since you were one of
the last people to see him alive,

I was hoping that for for
personal reasons, you know,

if you could tell me something
about his last few days.

People like Timmy.

He was very personable
and intelligent.

I remember the day we
drove up to the house.

Sonny was reading
a film theory book.

What you reading?

What? The book.

How's your job? A drag.

Are you working again?

Yep. I'm doing a translation of.

Doesn't feel great
in seventy, does it?

You want the towel?
No. That's right.

When we got to the house,

our neighbors had prepared a
surprise party for Andrew and me.

Sam was so shy, he
played in return.

Sam? Come on out.

Nice.

Where'd you get the Dolly?

The what?

I sprained my ankle last winter.

We just forgot to
return it. Sorry.

Look very good.

Thank you.

Got some place here?

I think it's too big.

I broke Andrew up last Sunday.

When we woke up, I picked up
the telephone. I said, hello?

Room service?

Come on. Let me introduce you.

Oh, can it wait?

Come on.

Please. How about
when they're leaving?

Alright.

I wanted to introduce
him to the guests,

but Sam wouldn't mix,

preferring to stay in that
wheelchair playing the crook.

What a little boy.

He even pretended to
limp when he met Carol.

That's Andrew's wife.
Now you knew that.

No. I didn't.

Was that the first time
that you met this Carol?

Yes. Well, no, to be precise.
I saw her briefly once before.

When was that?

Earlier, on the
way to the house,

Andrew stopped for
cigarettes at a gas station.

Excuse me. Cigar machine?
Right inside, sir.

K. Carol was in a sports car.
Andrew saw her, and I saw him.

He used to have a wandering
eye in those days.

Coincidence, I guess.

So Sammy was playing
the cripple for Carol?

Yes. And she fell for it. She
helped him across the grounds.

It's this, war
wound that acts up.

You seemed alright before.

I know, but it just happened.

That's too bad.

Which war?

Oh, I can't remember.
Come on. Let's war.

It'll come to me. Come on.

Anyway,

later Sammy and Carol came in.

Their clothes were
soaked to the skin.

They'd fallen into the swimming
pool, wheelchair and all.

Perfect.

Green.

Come on.

Let's go inside. I'll get
something from Erica for you.

No. Bart, I'm fine.

Hi.

What happened?

Well, you see, we
kinda lost control

of the wheelchair.

Well, if you're gonna
come to dinner with us,

you better change soon.

Well

Hello.

Why don't you get
them some talent?

Is he coming?

Sam, there's someone I'd like
you to meet. He's a producer.

I think he could be helpful.

Can I catch up with you later,
like, after dinner? Sure.

You, haven't
introduced your friend?

Oh, this is, Carol.

I'm Andrew. This
is my wife, Erica.

Andrew wanted to take everyone
to dinner and introduce Sammy

to a film producer he knew.

Sammy begged off. He and
Carol had other plans.

I bet.

There they are.

This is Mitch McGrawney, his
wife, Mark, Dennis Faye, and,

Christine.

This is Carol.

Scott.

Scott.

Hey. Aren't you in the
wheelchair this afternoon?

Yeah.

The dress looks very
ruined. Thank you.

It's a little long. Hope
you don't mind my way.

First time.

I remember she went to
bed before any of us.

She slept in our bed.
Andrew refused to wake her.

Wake her up?

She's asleep. I heard
you. Now stop it.

There's no shortage of room.
We can sleep downstairs.

Now what's the big deal?

You tell me.

I'll get her up. Hold it.

Look. I don't mind. No.
That's not the point.

Now for tonight, we can
sleep downstairs, can we?

Of course.

Good night. Good night.

In retrospect, I was acting
like an irate teenager.

Andrew was terribly
insensitive to my feelings.

Anyway, the next day,

the four of us went on a trip on
our neighbor's boat for a cruise.

It all started out as fun.

I was trying to start the
day fresh and forget Carol.

Pardon? Any of you?

No. Thank you. I'm office.

Excuse me for a minute, Andrew.

I'm almost done.

City College. Why?

I'm with the guest
here with Andrew.

You're quite different,
you know? I know.

I think he, has designs on

you.

Why don't you say what you mean?

I am.

What you want to
know is what I think.

But, Ronald,

come on.

Let's

go on.

Enjoy

yourself.

What's a matter now?

Why do you keep
asking that question?

Who is it? There.

Come in.

When I went looking for him,

he was locked in a
stateroom with Carol.

Everywhere I turned,
I found Carol.

Sammy tried to help, but
he couldn't reach me.

I wouldn't let him.

Sorry. I just jerked
you. What is it?

I don't know what to do.

I'm sick.

It's the same. Get to that?

It's not enough of it. I
don't know what I'm doing.

Hey. What's with you?

Go again?

Would you take someone
with you? Sure.

Tom, I was feeling one.

Look. He didn't vanish.
Give me a minute.

Let me see if I can find him.

Hello?

I'm busy.

Did you find him? It's alright.

I was put aboard passing
boat and returned to shore.

Sammy came with me.
He tried to help.

I'll never forget him for that.

The next day we came home,
he went to work that night.

I never saw him again.

That's the story,
mister Nicoletti.

I feel sorry for all of us.

Sammy was a wonderful
man and a talent.

Well, I'm gonna
find out just how

talented he was.

He left me a box
of his old films.

Really? May I see them?

Why?

Perhaps I may be able
to do something with him

commercially, I mean.

I'll tell you what.

They may be nothing, but when
I get around to seeing them,

if there's something there,
I'll give you a call.

Try to look to the future.

It's what helped me
in my difficult times.

I can't do that just yet.

What's on your mind?

Sammy's killer.

The police said it was robbery.

Sammy stumbled in on an
everyday robbery and was killed.

That's not the way I
got it. But whatever.

I'll find out the
truth for myself.

So you're gonna spend the rest
of your life tracking down a

nameless killer,
blood for blood.

It's an old Italian tradition.

These are modern times,
mister Nicoletti.

No. They're not. The
whole world understands revenge.

Only in romantic novels,
not in real life.

Maybe so. Maybe so. Anyway, I
wanna thank you, missus Moore.

You've been a very nice lady
to me for taking your time out

there to tell me
about my brother.

Maybe I'll see you again.

Goodbye.

Why did we stop here for? I had
to see a woman who knew Sammy.

She give you any leads?

I don't know.

She told me that her ex husband
got married to a girl that

Sammy was romancing.

No kidding.

Yeah.

Makes you kinda wonder,
don't it? Hey, look, Vito.

You know, this has
been a long day.

The cemetery, father
Tester, now this woman.

What do you say we go back to
the house, rest up for a while,

you get something to eat?

Yeah. Yeah. Sure, Joey.

But I gotta get my
own place tomorrow.

I got too many things on
my mind. I gotta be alone.

Whatever you say, Vito.

Vito. Come in, Joey.

Everything cool, pathetic?
How do those clothes fit you?

Those fit fine. Hey. Look
what I found in the kitchen.

From all the salami,
pane, and some cold beer.

Can I have a little
picnic? Yeah. Why not?

Did you get it? Yeah. Yeah.
I got it from the garage.

Let's have it.

Are you sure about
this, Peter? Come on.

Let's

have it.

Vito, you know, we gotta get
you back in step with the world.

There's some nice,

warehouse jobs opening up
at the meat packing plant.

Now the money is good,
and in a couple of months,

I know things are
gonna look up for you.

Look, Joey.

I love you like family, but I
gotta do things at my own pace.

First thing I gotta do tomorrow
is get back to that cemetery

and see if that girl
shows up at Sammy's grave.

Okay. I'll, I'll drop you off.

But then after that, we'll
take a ride by the plant. Okay?

Yeah. We'll see.

A friend of yours?

Who are you?

Hey, don't get sassy.

I've just asked you if Sammy
Nicoletti was a friend of yours.

Hey, look. Wait a minute.

I wanna talk to you.

Hey. Get your paws off us, man.

Hey. Now wait a minute.

Hey. Look.

Alright. Look. Come any closer,
and I'm gonna cut you deep.

Just take it nice
and slow, will you?

All I wanna do is have a
little conversation with you.

Yeah.

That's some kind
of weirdo creep.

Now look, this morning,

you start going crazy
and pulling out nights.

I wanna tell you
I'm Sammy's brother.

Sammy's brother?

I didn't know Sammy
had a brother.

Well, he does, and I'm him.

Why didn't you tell
me that before?

Because you didn't give me
a chance. You just drove away.

How did you find me here?

I got friends.

But what do you want?

Well, we're openers.

I wanna know what your
relationship with him was.

We was just friends.

Just friends?

You mean to tell me you go to
a guy's grave for ten years and

you're just friends?

Yeah. Something like that.

You're a bad liar, baby.

It's written all over
your face like egg.

You were romancing,
Sammy. Right?

Yeah. We were seeing each other.

Hey.

My math ain't so good, but you
look to me to be a young girl.

Ten years ago would have made
you, what, twelve, thirteen maybe?

Yeah.

How'd you meet my
brother anyway?

I was in his porno flicks.

What'd you say?

You didn't know about
Sammy's porno flicks?

Well, look, I was young and,

Sammy was the nicest
person I knew.

He didn't want me in
those movies, but, well,

I didn't have any other
way of getting money,

so I made Sammy use me.

If you were so tight with him,

how come you weren't with him that
last weekend before his death?

Well, it was just fancy people.
You know, important people.

I mean, Sammy would
have taken me with him,

but I just figured I
shouldn't interfere.

Now that's it on the questions.

Hey. Look. Could you
do me a favor, please?

What?

I ain't got no place to stay,

and I need to find a
motel room somewhere.

Can you give me a lift?

Okay.

Sign says ready?

Well, Thanks for the lift
and the liquor stopped, baby.

You know, I like your
name, Vivian Buck.

Sammy liked it too.

He gave it to me.

Well, see you around.

You liked

it?

You like me?

Why you gonna say that?

I don't know. It's just
a throwaway question.

Well, I could.

Okay. Then I'll see you around.

What about breakfast tomorrow?

You got a date.

I didn't know I had a fan club.

I knocked. But you
were in the shower.

Next time, I'll remember
to latch the door.

Let's skip the formalities,
copper. You got a name?

Benson.

Lieutenant Benson, homicide.

I'm impressed.

Word is you're looking
around for Sammy's killer.

Well, I'm here to
tell you go easy.

Don't go causing any trouble.

You got a mean day go
tempered, Nicoletti,

and I wouldn't wanna threaten
any innocent taxpayers.

Follow?

I ain't,

That's what you say.

I can't stop you
from poking around.

But if you find something, be
a real good boy and call me.

You don't, I'll
take it personal.

Follow? Like a taillight.

Is that it? Yep. For now.

Just don't forget.

How can I forget when you keep
reminding me not to forget?

Let me talk to Dominic.

Hello, Dom? Vito Nicoletti.

Yeah. I just got out yesterday.

I'll tell you all about it
when I see you. Look, Dom.

I need a favor. You're dressed
up a guy named Andrew Moore.

Right. The guy who's
running for governor.

Yeah.

You can get back to
me at this number,

seven six one seven
one six eight.

Thanks, Dom.

Can went to Geneva and paid
more than eight million dollars

for the diamonds.

Miro. Miro, are you alright?

Some water.

What god? What happened?

They try to gas me.

Seems like a dress.

You give me a lift.

Sharpie, though.
Anything to say?

Anything.

I'll be back in
about ten minutes.

Vito Nicoletti to
see Andrew Moore.

Follow me, please.

Mister Nicoletti
to see you, sir.

Oh, won't you sit
down, mister Nicoletti?

Thank you.

I'm Andrew Moore.

I was expecting you. How's that?

Eric rang me up and said you were
looking to meet Sammy's friends.

Naturally assumed you
would pay us a visit.

Paul, would you bring some
ice tea, please? Sure.

Now, what can I do for you?

I just wanted to ask you what your
connection with my brother was.

Sammy was a very promising
young film director.

Yeah. I know. He made
porno films. Oh, really?

Well, when I first met him,
I was a financial broker,

and I had clients who wanted to
take high risk fund investments.

A young attorney I knew
introduced me to this promising

and film director who was just
beginning his career in the

business and was looking
for capital investment.

That director was Sammy.

We met, became friends,

and I was impressed
with him and his talent,

so I invested in
several of his projects.

They made money, and Sammy was
making his living in the business.

He loved making films.

Couldn't leave it alone.

I remember the night I called him to
invite him for that last afternoon.

He was in the editing
room working late.

Wasn't that the place
he was murdered?

Yes.

Tragic, really.

He was so enthusiastic
about the weekend.

I could tell it in his voice.

Had I known it was
to be his last,

I would have tried to make
a better time of it for him.

I don't follow.

Oh, Erica and myself, we
were having troubles, and,

well, I knew I was going
to have to watch myself.

But what did that have
to do with my brother?

We drove up the following
morning, Erica, Sam, and myself.

I remember I had a new Cadillac
convertible and was really

getting the feel of it.

Eric and Sam were enjoying
their conversation.

Philosophy.

I was bored with it.

Celine, there's nothing
prideful in us and on Earth and

perhaps in heaven above
except what has not been said

once and for all time.

Celine.

We arrived at the house that
afternoon to discover our

neighbors had arranged
a surprise party.

It's away from the pool,
so it's generally quiet.

It's fine. If you don't
like it, there are others.

Fine. Are there any
girls out there?

I hope so.

Anyway, they're all over town.

I know, but I'm here.

I'll see what I can do.

Would you shut the door?

Excuse me, doctor. Anytime.

A person?

I don't know. The house I got.

Could you ask me
anything? I will.

Sam?

The next day, one of
our neighbors, Mitch,

invited us for an
afternoon cruise.

Sam seemed to be
having a good time.

I'm glad that you've made
it. I just hope I do.

I beg we all will.

More people than I planned
for as usual. Pedro, come on.

Let's have a drink. Good.

Ella, next afternoon,
we came home.

Sammy left for work, and that
was the last we saw of him.

Eric and I were in
shock for weeks.

Such a senseless killing.

The whole affair is
so so very tragic.

Please accept my condolences,
mister Nicoletti.

Thank you.

I understand we have
a guest, Andrew.

Yes. We do. Mister Nicoletti,
this is my wife, Carol.

How do you do?

I understand that you were
Sammy's girlfriend the weekend

before his death.

That's right. That's when Sammy and I
met. He was a lot of fun.

I'm sorry.

The odd turns of fate, Vito.

I met Carol because of Sammy.

I suppose one could say every
dark cloud has a silver lining.

We were married a
year and a half later.

Well, I guess belated
congratulations are in order.

I'm just very,
very sorry for you,

mister Nicoletti.

Well, for all of us. We
all love Sammy very much.

Well, you've been very kind,

and I'm sorry that
Bart's good night.

No. That's quite understandable.

Now if there's nothing
more of you though,

I'd like to get back to my nap.

Yeah. By all means,
get back to your nap.

If there's anything else
I need, I'll let you know.

What else could there
be, mister Nickelodeon?

Answers, mister Moore.

Answers,

mister

Moore.

I wonder how much he knows.

Well, we'll just have
to find that film.

Ready, baby?

This day is full of surprises.

You're disappointed?

I don't know yet.

All I know is I got a headache.

Why don't you take an aspirin?

I would, but I don't have any.

Here. Try one of those.

French.

It'll get rid of your headache.

I take them when I
get my monthly pains.

I get them bad.

You'll feel better soon.

You know what I like?

Mayonnaise and peanut
butter sandwiches.

I know some people who get
off on chocolate pudding.

Been twelve years since I had a
mayonnaise and peanut butter sandwich.

Now that's what I call cruel
and unusual punishment.

At least it's unusual.

Tell me, what does
a man do for twelve

years behind bars?

There's a lot of thinking.

Is that why you came here?

That was a question
I was gonna ask you.

I've heard,

all kinds of things about what
cooped up men do in prison.

Does that turn you on?

You gay? Sure.

But I'll show you
what kind of guy I am.

I'm gonna make it
with you anyway.

Okay. I like authority.

The door lock. Forget the door.

I like a woman that gets to the

point.

You've forgotten how to do it.

I'm betting on you
to be mine. Hey.

I can take my own pants off.

Joey, Vino.

Some bro I was with
slipped me a Mickey.

Never mind.

Listen,

that package I left with you,

it's got the name and
address of a film lab on it.

Can you get it for me?

One one one two three
two Santa Monica

Boulevard.

Listen, can you meet me
there forty five minutes?

No. Grab a cab.

It's

quicker.

What time, Joey?

No. You go home and
take care of business.

I'll grab a cab.

You know, call if you need me.

Got this old film. I
wanna take a look at it.

You wanna put the screening?

I don't know.

That's the only way
I get to look at it,

and that's what I wanna do.

Let me take a

look at it.

This yours?

It's my brother's. Why?

Pretty sticky stuff. Moreno.

Is that a problem?

Man, not anymore.

But the film looks like
it's been to hell and back.

Sprockets are all ripped.
It needs a lot of work.

Well, just do the best you can.

Name? Nicoletti.

Look. This stuff's got
your company's name on it.

Does that mean the original
work on it was done here?

Not necessarily.

Everybody's always changing
boxes of bill cans, you know?

Look, I mean, if you
really wanna find out,

why don't you go in the office and
ask Marge to check the records?

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Marge was very helpful.

She dug in the files
until she found Nicoletti.

In there, I found copies of paper
documenting all of Sammy's work.

It covered a few years.

Toward the end of the stack,

I found a couple of
interesting things.

An invoice made out to Sammy
said he dropped off some

negatives for processing and
printing two days before he

went on that weekend,
ten years ago.

Processed film and negatives.

It was signed in what appeared
to be Sammy's signature.

Everything seemed nice and
neat except for one thing.

It was dated two days
after Sammy's death.

How soon can I see this stuff?

Yeah.

It'll be ready in
a couple of days.

I need it quicker than that.

Well, I think we can have it
ready for you by this afternoon.

Hello, Vito.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What's new?

I hear you're moving
around seeing people.

So what's the big deal?

It's a free country.
Depends, Vito.

Just how far you're gonna
push this Sammy thing.

I'm telling you, leave it

alone.

Believe me, Lieutenant. It's
the furthest sink from my mind.

Don't play me the fool, Theo.

You've got that devious dago brain of
yours looking around for every angle.

Is that it?

Alright, smart guy.
Play it your way.

But you crossed the line.

I'll head your guinea ass
right back in the slammer.

Got it?

Thank you.

I want my money back.

How so?

Those headache pills
you gave me didn't work.

He was your friend.

Get in, darling. I
want you to drive.

I'd love to, but I
don't have a license.

Don't worry.

I know all the police in town.

I bet you do.

Where to?

You should see the view.

I knew I thought you liked me.

I did for about fifteen minutes.

See what desperation
does to you?

You wanna tell me why
you brought me here?

The film I wanted.

Film? What film?

The one you told Erica you had.

Oh, that film. You got
it all wrong, baby.

Sammy lent that film to me.

Everybody wants that film.

I guess I gotta see
what's on it for myself.

If I tell you why,
would you give it to me?

Scott, Tom. You're lying.

You mean you don't trust
a boy scout? An ex con.

He could be a murderer.

You're crazy. Get out.

I don't figure.

Your husband's practically a
shoe in for governor and you go

seducing me, ransack my room,

and now you kidnap me for a
few lousy rolls of porno film.

Porno film.

That's it, ain't it? Sammy must
have had you and Eric on film.

That must have
been some weekend.

You wind up with Andrew and
Erica winds up with a big

alimony and a successful
business and everybody's happy.

You killed my brother because
he wouldn't give you that film.

You knew that Andrew wouldn't marry
you if you knew you did a skin flick.

You'd be a liability as a wife.

You're wrong.

Maybe you and Erica killed him.

After all, she had
a lot to lose too.

Rear would be at stake if she had
a scandal like that against her.

Her name's aren't right.

Andrew and I were together
before that weekend.

We just put on a little show
for the social register,

but we made a mistake.

What mistake was that?

At the gas station, on
the way to the party,

Andrew stopped for cigarettes.

I was there too.

Erica saw me, but she
never put it together.

We played Erica for the loyal
wife, and she fell for it.

Andrew had promised to marry
me after he divorced Erica,

but Sammy's blackmail
got in the way.

Andrew had to stall the
divorce, but I was impatient.

I was on to a good thing.

I was to seduce Sammy away from
his blackmail and with luck,

get my hands on that film.

I think you might have ever seen
in a French movie I saw once.

It really knocked me out.

The plan was going well.

Sammy was falling for it
until that day on the boat.

I made two mistakes.

The first one was letting Erica
see Sammy and me together in

the locked cabin.

You're getting up?

I'm happy where I am.

I knew it would drive
Erica crazy, and it did.

I couldn't help myself.

Erica was hurt deeply.

The second mistake
was more unforgivable.

When Erica was transferred
to the passing boat,

I thought Sammy would be sick.

I had to move fast
to get that film.

I need that film.

Are you going to give it to me?

I guess I don't have
much of a choice.

We gotta go back into
the city to get it.

It.

Be a few minutes.

What is this, mister I
wanna know who killed Sammy.

Are you crazy?

Yeah. I'm crazy.

You know Carol knew.

She's lying.

That bitch is dead.

She wanted to film the
film you told her about.

I wanna know who
killed my brother.

You got that film
ready for me to see?

Well, no miracles,
mister Nicoletti,

but you can take a look.

Screening room three
down the end of the hall,

just sit down and
Harry roll the film.

When did they start this thing?

You have to push a
button. Sure. I'll do it.

Hey. Wait a minute.

It's Andrew Moore.

Yeah. Yeah.

It looks like him.

Stop listening. Get that film.

I wanna pay that
guy another visit.

There's no one left
to help you more.

No one.

You're making a mistake.

You made the only mistake when
you killed my brother to get

that skin flick.

I thought Erica and Carol
were the only freaks.

One was a black manor,

the other one a greedy slut.

You know, I'll I'll
give you money.

Anything. Name your price.

How much is it
worth to you, Moore,

to keep the public from knowing
that you're a murderer and a fag?

Whatever you want,
Theo. Whatever you want.

It didn't have enough money.

How you feeling, babe?

I've got something on her.

Did you do it?

No, no. You're gonna make it.

We're gonna go to the mountains
and I'll get you a doctor.

See, I know this little place up
there that we can go and hide.

Nobody will know us there.

You just gotta hang on
just a couple of hours.

Vito,

I love you.