All language subtitles for 83699827A08ABBFF6FA42EBC687ECCE0_eng (A BRONX TALE) (IND AND ARAB)

- All right, you got the note?
- Yeah, right.

Nice and tight.
Two, three, four.

This is the Fordham section
of The Bronx... my home.

A world unto itself.

You can get to any borough
in 15 minutes from here,

but they might as well
be 3,000 miles away.

That's Mount Carmel Church.

And the sound of the bells
would fill the neighbourhood.

It was 1960, and doo-wop
was the sound on the streets.

It felt like there was a doo-wop
group on every corner back then.

What a time it was!

The New York Yankees were
playing the Pittsburgh Pirates

in the World Series...

and Mickey Mantle
was like a god to me.

My dad would take me to Yankee
Stadium and we'd watch the Yankees win.

That's the Chez Bippy - that's
where all the guys hung out.

But I'll tell you
about them later.

That's my building. I live
right there on the third floor.

667 East 187th Street.

There's my stoop.

And on warm summer nights
all through the neighbourhood...

you would hear young Italian
men romancing their women.

Hey, Marie!

- Get in the fucking car!
- No!

- Get in the car!
- Leave me alone.

- Come on, baby, you know I love you.
- Yeah, bullshit.

Will ya get in the fucking car!

And right there,

right there under that
lamppost there, stood the man -

the number-one man in
the neighbourhood... Sonny.

Everybody loved Sonny
and treated him like a god.

And in my neighbourhood,
he was a god.

And I would sit on my stoop and
watch him, all day and all night.

But he would never
even look at me.

Never, until one day.

- What do you want?
- You got room in there for us?

You wish!

- Oh, shit!
- Let's go!

That's my dad, Lorenzo Anello.

His bus route was 187th Street. I
used to love to ride the bus with him.

That's me, Calogero,
nine years old.

- All right. See you later, Pop.
- OK.

Go right upstairs, son.

That's my mum, Rosina.
She met my dad at a dance.

They fell in love and they've
been together ever since.

You're always listening.
Take care of this fucking...

Come on. Knock him out!

The Chez Bippy. This is
where all the guys hung out.

Get the fuck out of
here! Take a walk!

Tony Toupee was owner
of the bar in name only.

It was really Sonny's place.

Tony was a frustrated singer
and everybody hated his voice.

So just for spite, he'd never utter a
spoken word - he would only sing it.

They called him Tony Toupee because
he wore the worst hairpiece in the world.

Eddie Mush was a degenerate
gambler and the biggest loser in the world.

They called him "Mush" because
everything he touched turned to mush.

Never mind "Eddie my
love", I need a winner!

At the race track, the teller would
give him his tickets already ripped up.

I had the Yankees. They lost.

If it wasn't for bad luck, I
wouldn't have no luck at all.

JoJo the Whale.

You didn't walk with JoJo,
you walked among him.

If you stared at JoJo long enough,
you'd see him get fatter by the hour.

Legend has it his
shadow once killed a dog.

They called him
Frankie Coffeecake...

because his face looked
like a Drake's Coffeecake.

He was tough to look at.

Hey, kid, how you doin'?

His name was Jimmy Whispers
and he was Sonny's main man.

They called him "Whispers" because
everything was a secret to him.

Danny K.O. Knocked guys out...

and Bobby Bars spent
half his life behind them.

This was Sonny's crew, and
nobody fucked with these guys.

What are ya doin' here? Didn't
we tell you not to come here?

Didn't I tell ya not to come
upstairs! Wait till I tell your father!

- What were you doing here?
- I was looking for Daddy.

Well that's very nice!

I have to get somethin'
in the store. Don't move!

You wait right
here! You hear me?

Every time I saw Sonny, I'd try to imitate
him, but he'd never even look at me.

Sonny had five fingers...

but he only used three.

Come on. Let's
go. Move. Upstairs.

I'm not in the mood for steak.

Oh, you're not?

How many times do I have to
drive that bus back and forth...

so this family can eat
steak once a week?

- Seven.
- Who told you that?

Nobody. I counted.

Calogero, your father
wants to talk to you.

- About what, Dad?
- Mum caught you by the bar today.

- I wasn't.
- Tell your father the truth!

- I was by the bar.
- So why'd you lie?

- I took a shot.
- Wanna do something here?

What am I gonna
say? Nice try, son.

- Thanks, Dad.
- Lorenzo, come on, please!

How can I keep him
away? It's two doors away.

Daddy's right. You
should listen to him.

Shut up. Nobody's
talking to you.

Give me your plate.

I want you to listen to me.
Hey! Do not go near the bar.

Stay on the stoop, but
keep away from the bar.

- When you're older, you'll understand.
- Yes.

- You don't see me going there.
- Mum won't let you go there either?

- What am I going to do?
- I don't know. I got him all day.

I'm just kidding. I'll
won't go near the bar.

Look what I got. Two tickets,
Yankee Stadium, centre field.

- Behind the Mick?
- Right behind number seven.

- Now eat your steak.
- Yeah!

Let's go, Alfie.

That's Phil the Peddler.

He would call everybody "Mary."

Me and my friends would
love to break his balls.

Slick and Crazy Mario
were my best friends.

Slick got his name
because of his hair.

Mario got his because
he was just crazy.

I'll kick your little fucking
asses, you bunch of Marys.

Stay away from the fruit!
Keep your hands off the fruit!

You fucking Marys!

I'll kick you loose, you
Marys! The three of you!

I'll kick your fucking asses,
you fucking ball breakers!

Keep your hands off the
vegetables! What do you think this is?

Wait! Go make your
mother and father feed you!

I'll give you the heave-ho,
you fucking ball breakers!

- How many did you get?
- I got one.

...stop borrowing money!

Oh, boy - Coffeecake's
in trouble again!

Somebody's gonna
get their ass kicked.

Guys, check it out.
Mario, who's this?

That's Jimmy Whispers.

You'd better talk to him again.
You're responsible for him.

Whoa! Come on, wait a minute.

It's Sonny.

You do somebody now, big mouth.

Do somebody hard,
like Coffeecake.

- I can't do Coffeecake!
- That's hard.

Put a screen in front of your
face while I throw shit at it.

Oh, shit.

These niggers got some balls,
coming in our neighbourhood.

They don't live here, they
just pass through from school.

- How the fuck do you know?
- My father told me.

My father told me
that's how it starts.

Get the fuck out of our
neighbourhood, you fucking niggers!

Go back to Australia
where you came from!

You're lucky you're on that bus!

Ha ha, you missed me!

Stay out of our neighbourhood!

Why?

You don't fucking stop.
Get the fuck out of here!

Nobody's cooler than you, Sonny.

What the fuck is wrong
with you? What you doin'?

- Fuck you, you freehole!
- Fuck you, you scumbag!

You're a real motherfucker!
I'll bust your fucking head!

I'm gonna bust
your fucking head!

Hold on here.

Sonny, give me the gun!

- Get the fucking car!
- Move the fucking car!

Come on!

When Sonny looked at me
for the first time, I went deaf.

I couldn't hear.

All I could see was Sonny
with the gun in his hand.

What happened? Is he all right?

Dad, it was just
a parking space.

- You don't understand.
- Is he all right?

- Baby, are you OK?
- He's all right. Let's go inside.

- What happened?
- I'm OK, Mum, I'm OK.

- Oh, my god, I got so scared.
- I'm OK, Mum.

You don't understand, Dad. They
were fighting over a parking space.

- Over a parking space?
- Over a parking space, Daddy. Why?

It wasn't over a parking space. They
just met at the wrong time in their lives.

- What kind of answer is that?
- Just leave it alone.

Let's mind our own business.
He's OK. That's the main thing.

I can't believe
somebody would do this.

Who is it?

Police. Is this the
Anello residence?

Yeah. Can I help you?

We're detectives. We'd like
to ask you some questions.

- About what?
- Just open the door!

How you doing? OK, good.

I'm Detective Belsik. This is
my partner, Detective Vella.

Hello, son. How
you doing, ma'am?

We'd like to ask your
son a few questions.

About what?

There was a
shooting in front of the

building, and we believe
your son was there.

Really? Well, he knows
nothing about that.

Well, we feel he does. There
were people who saw him.

Well, they're wrong.
He don't know nothing.

Listen, Mr Anello. We can do things
the nice way or the hard way, all right?

I don't care what way you
do it. He don't know nothing.

Daddy, I know everything.

Kids. Sometimes they
make believe they see things.

We didn't pick your
name out of a hat.

We know your son was down
there. So, come on, let's go.

Son, listen. Here's what
I'd like you to do for us.

I'd like you to take a walk
downstairs with us and your father.

We have people down there.

All I want you to do is pick out the
person you saw with the gun in his hand.

That's it. You think
you could do that for us?

Good. Come on.
Let's take a walk.

Mr. Anello, take
a walk downstairs.

- We won't be long. Go ahead.
- Officer, is he gonna be OK?

Everything's gonna be fine, dear.
They'll be back in two minutes.

There's Lorenzo.

Hey, fellas, turn around.

You two, take your hats off.

Hey! Put your head up.
Straight ahead. Look this way.

- Is that him?
- No.

How about this guy?
Straight ahead, fella.

- How about him?
- No.

Straight ahead, you.

How about this guy?

Give me an answer.

- How about him?
- No.

How about him? Is it this guy?

Give me an answer.

Hey! Put your eyes up!

How about this guy?

Let's go. Hey, look
straight ahead! Over here.

Look at me. That's it.

Is it this guy?

- How about this guy?
- No.

OK.

Look at this guy. How about him?

Hey! Straight ahead.

How about this guy? Is it him?

Give me an answer.

No.

- You satisfied, Officer?
- No, I'm not satisfied.

He don't know.
He can't help you.

Yeah, yeah, your son
doesn't know anything.

- He said no, he can't help you.
- I'll tell you what. Take a walk.

- Go ahead. Go ahead. Take a walk.
- Come on, son. Let's go.

All right, you guys can breathe
again. Beat it. Get out of my sight.

- We really fooled them, Dad.
- Yeah, we fooled them.

I didn't rat, Dad, I didn't rat.

No, you didn't rat.

I did a good thing, right?

Yeah, you did a good thing -
you did a good thing for a bad man.

I did a good thing
for a bad man.

I didn't understand that,
not at nine years old.

All I knew was...

a rat was the lowest thing anyone
could be in my neighbourhood...

and I didn't rat.

Daddy, why did you say I did
a good thing for a bad man?

Because sometimes in life you gotta
do certain things that you gotta do,

even though they're not right.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

No. It's just that I thought
I did the right thing.

Now I'm not sure I did.

You did do the right thing, and when
you get older, you'll understand why.

Your mother and I love
you very, very much.

Tomorrow you take a ride
on the bus with me. OK?

City Island was the last
stop on my father's route.

It was one of our
favourite places.

It was like going on
a vacation for a day.

My dad would listen to his jazz
and we would talk about baseball.

Dad, can I have an ice cream?

We do our job first, and
then I'll get you an ice cream.

- OK?
- OK, Pop.

Here.

- Let's play the game, Dad.
- OK, let's see how good you are today.

Who was the last player
to win the Triple Crown?

Mickey Mantle.
Batting average, 353.

RBls, 130.

Home runs, 52.

- That's pretty good, son.
- The best ballplayer that ever lived, Dad.

Joe D's the greatest ballplayer.

The Yankee Clipper.

- 56-game hitting streak.
- That's right.

- Nobody beat that. Right, Dad?
- Nobody beat that, son.

- Do you know why Joe D. Was so great?
- Because he was Italian?

- Well, that's part of it.
- Then why?

Because he had more
talent than anybody.

- Talent?
- That's right.

Do I have talent, Dad?

Of course you have talent.
You got all the talent in the world.

Can I be a ballplayer?

You can be anything
you want to be.

Remember, the saddest
thing in life is wasted talent.

You could have all
the talent in the world,

but if you don't do the right
thing, then nothing happens.

But when you do right, guess
what, good things happen.

- You hear me?
- You're right.

- Let's go for that ice cream.
- Yeah, good.

- I'm gonna shut the doors, right, Dad?
- Yeah.

Ready? Watch it.

- Got it?
- I got it.

Wasted talent.

That was something my father
would talk about all my life.

Come on, let's hurry, so we
can catch the start of the game.

'36,683 here to see the
final game of the '60 Series.

'And what a ball
game they're looking at.

'Moose Skowron, with
that infield hit deep to third...

'has picked up his twelfth
World Series base hit in 1960.

'Time called.
Blanchard back... '

Come on, Sonny.

'One out, unassisted, to
Nelson, to end the sixth.

'Southpaw hitter.

'And Elroy Face 'staring down
to his battery mate Hal Smith.

'Into the stretch now.
The little man sets.

'And here's the first
one coming to Blanchard.

'Outside and a ball.'

- See you later, Pop.
- OK.

Get right upstairs, and watch the
rest of the game. No hanging out, son.

Hey, Lorenzo, how you doing?

Keep driving. I
want to talk to you.

- Your kid is a good kid.
- Thanks.

Sonny really appreciates what
you and your son did for him.

That's all right. I'm just
glad everything worked out.

He'd like to do
something for you.

All you gotta do is drop
some numbers off for us.

You're gonna get $150 a week.

Won't even have
to get off the bus.

Tell him I appreciate it, but I got a
city job. If I get pinched I could lose it.

- At least think about it.
- I just can't do it. It's not for me.

$150 a week. You don't
want to think about it?

I can't do this. It's
not for me. I can't do it.

Sonny's gonna be disappointed,
but I'm gonna tell him what you said.

OK.

Stop the bus here.
I want to get off.

- They offered me a job today.
- Doing what?

Numbers.

All I gotta do is pick up a piece of
paper and drop it off on my round

and they said they'll
give me $150 a week.

$150 a week? What did you say?

What do you think I said? I told
him to forget it. It's not for me.

What?

I don't know. $150?
It's only numbers.

- You think I should've took it?
- I don't know.

Yeah, but, come on, you know...

You get involved with those guys,
next thing, you know, one, two three...

I don't know...

I don't like the way you look.

Maybe you're right.

- I'm going to check on the baby.
- Come here.

- What?
- Come here.

You're not sorry you got
stuck with a bus driver, are you?

- I fell in love with your uniform.
- Yeah.

The day of the
funeral, I felt really bad.

I realised that a man had died, and I
had lied and committed a mortal sin.

And I wanted God to forgive me.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been one month
since my last confession,

and these are my sins: I
missed mass on Sunday twice,

I lied about witnessing a murder
once, I ate meat on Friday once.

Wait a minute. Can you back
up a little bit and say that again?

I ate meat on Friday once?

Not that one. Back
up a little more.

- I lied about witnessing a murder?
- Yeah, that's the one.

Do you realise what you said?

It was only once, Father.

- Do you know what the fifth is?
- Yes, Father, I know what the fifth is.

The fifth is, "I refuse to answer on
the grounds that I might incrimin..."

The Fifth Commandment!

"Thou shall not kill."

That's right. Now, I want
you to tell me what happened.

No, Father, I'm not
telling nobody nothing.

Don't be afraid, my son.
Nobody's more powerful than God.

I don't know about that, Father.

Your guy's bigger
than my guy up there,

but my guy's bigger
than your guy down here.

You got a point. Five Our Fathers
and five Hail Marys for your penance.

For a murder rap?
That's not bad, Father.

- What did you say?
- Bye, Father!

It was great to be Catholic
and go to confession.

You could start over every week.

Hey, kid!

Come on, Sonny wants to see
you. Nobody's going to grab that bike.

They're good kids. They
just did a piece of work for me.

- Put them in.
- It's up to you, Sonny.

Here's the kid, Sonny.
Go ahead. Don't be afraid.

How you doing, kid?

Good.

We finally meet face-to-face.

Are you afraid of me?

- No.
- That's good.

What's your name?

Calogero.

That's a big name. You got
a nickname or something?

No.

- What do your friends call you?
- Calogero.

That makes sense.

- What are you, a Yankee fan?
- Yeah.

Sit down.

Now, come over here.
Sit over here, next to me.

Come here.

So, you must be pretty
upset after the Yankees lost.

Bill Mazeroski, I hate him.

He made Mickey Mantle cry.

The papers said
that Mick was crying.

Mickey Mantle? Is that
what you're upset about?

Mantle makes $100,000 a year.
How much does your father make?

I don't know.

You don't know? Well, see, if
your father can't pay the rent,

go ask Mickey Mantle,
see what he tells you.

Mickey Mantle don't care about you,
so why should you care about him?

Nobody cares.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

Did you shoot that man
over a parking space?

When you get older,
you'll understand.

From that day on,

I never felt the same
about the Yankees again.

I started spending a
lot of time with Sonny.

I would come home from school
and sneak away any chance I got.

I would serve the guys drinks and
coffee, and they would give me tips.

- Bet!
- I'll lay a hundred.

Come on, Sonny!

- Son of a bitch!
- I don't believe it!

I should fucking break his arm.

Here, kid, this is for you.

- Sonny, loan me a hundred.
- You know what's gonna happen!

- I feel it! Please!
- Give him a hundred.

- I'm in, I'm in!
- Go ahead. Give him the dice.

- Give him the dice.
- I'm in, I'm in!

- It's fucking hot.
- Come on, Mush, make a donation.

- Come on, Mush, get this over with.
- Come on, dice.

Baby needs a new pair
of shoes. Come on, seven!

Come on, dice!
And there's a seven!

I don't even have to look.

- Craps! I'm out!
- Get out of here.

- Get him out of here!
- Man never hit a number in his life!

- Bring the dice up here.
- Where's the kid?

Sonny, do me a favour,
put this coffee on my tab?

Get the fuck out of
here. Where's the kid?

I'll tell you what. The kid's
gonna throw the dice for me.

Sonny, don't let this
kid throw the dice!

- Anybody got a problem with that?
- It's all right. No problem.

I want you to throw
the dice for me.

- I don't know how to play dice, Sonny.
- It's OK. You don't have to know.

- You just listen to me. Hear what I said?
- OK.

I'll tell you what. Put
$500 down on the kid.

I got a hundred!

Hey!

Stop fucking leaning
on me, please? Huh?

Come on, you're breathing
all over me, all right?

Hey, JoJo, relax!

I'm trying to get a bet in. I
wanna play too, you know!

I know you can do it.
You got to hit the wall, kid.

Come on, you can
do it. Hit the wall.

- You can do it.
- Wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait,
I'm betting on Sonny.

Hey! I don't want your
money touching my money.

- What's the matter, it's counterfeit?
- I don't want your money in the same...

My money's no good no more? Why?

Why? Cos you're a
fucking jinx, that's why!

Put him in the fucking bathroom!

Get him out of here!

Fucking get in there,
you fucking loser mutt!

Leave him in there!

- A fucking jinx!
- Shoot the dice.

That's a lot of money
on you. Come on.

- Roll a seven. Come on.
- Shoot the fucking dice. Hit the wall.

Seven!

Bring the dice up.
Put $1,000 on seven.

You can do it, all right?
You can do it. You...

Giorgio, stop fucking breathing
on me! You're killing me over here!

I'm on a win streak.
Stop breathing on me!

Bobby, put him
in the bathroom.

Sonny, Eddie's in
there. He ain't gonna fit.

I don't give a fuck! Put him in!

Give me a another seven.

Shoot the fucking dice! Come on!

We got a four! That's all right.

Four's what we got.

- Let's go! Shoot the dice!
- Give the kid another shot!

What's wrong with this
money? What, is he crazy?

What is it, counterfeit?

I say the kid makes
the four. Give me $500.

$500 more. Get your bets down.

- Twenty-two on the hard four.
- I'll lay a hundred.

- Who wants a gag on the four?
- One-forty, no gag.

One-forty, no gag. Put it down.

- I say the kid makes the hard four.
- He'll never make the hard four, never.

Come on. You can do it.

- Don't worry, Sonny. I'll throw a seven.
- No, no seven!

- Yeah! Hit a seven!
- Shut up! He ain't gonna throw no seven.

Do you believe this kid?

Hey, I don't want anybody
laughing at this kid, all right?

Come on, no seven.
Sevens are not good now.

- Hit the wall.
- Get a four. You can do it.

You gotta make the
point. You can do it.

No, no, no...

Frankie Coffeecake, no good.

I don't want his face looking at
that face when he's throwing my dice.

No, no, no. Jimmy, get a towel
from the bar. Put it over his head.

Come on, Sonny. I don't want a
towel over my head. It's embarrassing.

Put him in the fucking
bathroom. Get him out of here.

Wait a minute. I got money here!

Get the fuck out of here!

- Get him the fuck out!
- Put him in the bathroom.

Get over here.

- Rat bastard locked us in the bathroom.
- It's degrading. Very degrading.

Come on, I need that
point. Listen to me!

Listen to me. See that
money over there? Look.

See that money? Are we
going to make this point?

Come on. We're gonna
make this point. Attaboy!

- Come on!
- I need a 2-2 on the hard four.

Hey, don't get cocky, kid!

- Just make the point.
- Fucking kid.

Just make the point.
Go ahead. Come on.

I don't fucking
believe it! He did it!

Eleven. I made
eleven passes in a row.

I don't know how much money
Sonny won, but it was a lot.

He would always say the
working man was a sucker,

and I was going to the
best school in the world,

the University of Belmont Ave,

and I was getting
two educations:

One from the street
and one from school.

That way I'd be twice
as smart as everybody.

Hey, kid.

- You did good.
- Thanks.

Here.

That's it?

Here.

All right?

- Go home. It's getting late.
- See you later, Sonny.

Listen.

We gotta do something
about your name.

From now on, your name is C.

- C? - That's right. C.

Go home. Go ahead.

So long, Sonny.

Sonny took me everywhere and he
would always introduce me as his boy.

And I noticed that strange things
started happening in the neighbourhood.

Hey, Calogero, come on
over. I want to talk to you.

My name is C.

I mean C.

- How are you today, my boy?
- Good.

I got some nice
peaches for your mum.

I don't have any
money on me, Phil.

You don't need no
money with me, kid.

Don't embarrass
me like that again.

Just tell Sonny that
I took care of you.

OK.

That's when it hit me.

It was because of Sonny that
everyone was treating me so nice.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Mummy, mummy, look what
I got. Some peaches for...

free.

- What's this?
- What's what, Dad?

Where did you get this?

Your mother found
this behind your drawer.

It's the money that
I've been saving, Dad.

$600 you've been saving?

What, you've become a
brain surgeon overnight, son?

Tell your father where
you got the money.

Dad, I worked for it.

- Doing what?
- Things.

"Things"? What do you
mean, "things"? What "things"?

- Oh, things. You know, things.
- Hey!

Don't lie to me. Just tell me
the truth, and I won't get upset.

Promise?

I'm your father. Would I
say it if I didn't mean it?

I work the crap games,
and the guys gave me tips.

- Crap games?
- What crap games?

What crap games? What tips?

What crap games?

I thought you weren't
gonna get upset, Dad.

I lied. Now, tell me everything.

- I work for Sonny, and he gave me tips.
- I knew it.

Weren't you told a dozen
times not to go near that bar?

- But Ma, I worked for it.
- Whaddya mean, you worked for it?

- You're not supposed to be in that bar!
- I'm taking this money back.

I'm bringing it right
back down to the bar.

Let's just think
about this for a minute.

- What do you mean, "think about it"?
- We could use the money.

It's not like he had
to do something bad.

That's not the point. You know
where this money comes from.

I don't want him to
have that kind of money!

- Let's just think about this.
- That's it!

- Come on.
- Wait a minute. Listen to me.

Lorenzo, why do you got to
go down like this? Calm down!

Lorenzo, please!

I don't believe this!

- Is Sonny around?
- Yeah, I think he's in the back.

We can't accept that.

I gave it to your
son. He worked for it.

That's right. My son and I don't want
my son involved in what goes on here.

Involved in what? What
are you talking about?

Please, I'm not a stupid man,
OK? Please. I'm not stupid.

You know what I'm talking about.
Just stay away from my son, OK?

Hey, you stay right over here.

C, why don't you go outside.
I wanna talk to your father.

I'll speak to my own son.
Calogero, wait outside.

First of all, I respect you,
Lorenzo. You're a stand-up guy.

We're from the same neighbourhood,
but don't ever talk to me like that again.

I tell your son to go to
school, to go to college...

It's not what you
say, it's what he sees.

It's the clothes, it's the cars,
it's the money, it's everything.

He tried to throw away his
baseball cards the other day

because Mickey Mantle
would never pay my rent.

He said that to you? I
don't believe this kid.

It's not funny when your nine-year-old
kid has a bigger bank account than you do.

I offered you a job,
but you said no to me.

That's right. And I say no now.
Just leave my son alone. Please.

Don't you see how I treat that
kid? I treat him like he's my son.

- He ain't your son. He's my son!
- He's what?

- Get the fuck out of here!
- I'm not afraid of you.

- You should be.
- I know what you're capable of.

And I would never step out of line.
You can ask anybody who knows me.

But this time you're wrong.
This is my son, not yours!

- Are you gonna fight me?
- Stay away from my son!

Get out of here before I
give you a fucking slap!

Just stay away from my son!

I don't care who you are,
you stay away from my son.

- Where's my money, Dad?
- I left it in there.

What? How could you do
that, Dad? It was my money!

That's bad money! I don't
want you to have that money.

- Dad, I earned that money!
- I said I want you to stay away from him!

- Dad, please listen to me!
- I said you stay away from him!

- Dad, listen to me!
- Did you hear what I said? Stay away!

Sonny was right. The
working man is a sucker.

He's wrong! It don't take
much strength to pull a trigger,

but try and get up every
morning and work for a living!

Let's see him try that! Then
we'll see who's the real tough guy.

The working man
is the tough guy.

Your father's the tough guy!

Everybody loves him, just like
everybody loves you on the bus.

It's not the same. People
don't love him. They fear him.

There's a difference.

- I'm sorry I hit you.
- I don't understand, Dad.

You will. You will
when you get older.

I'm sorry I hit you.

- You want me to take care of him?
- No, leave him alone.

Sonny and my father never
spoke to each other again.

And I never listened to my father
about staying away from him.

The bar was so close, and I
would sneak away any chance I got.

Eight years passed, and as
I grew, Sonny grew in power.

He became a boss,
and I was his friend.

It was now 1968.

Dion was on top of the charts.

The Beatles were
changing the way we lived.

The Yankees were in last
place and I didn't give a shit.

There was change everywhere, but
my neighbourhood was still the same.

'And they're off!

'Expectedly Kryptonite
comes first from the gate!

'On the outside comes... '

Here comes the kid!
We didn't get shut out.

C, come here! You get it in?

Yeah, I got it in.
It's all on Kryptonite.

- You hold them.
- Look at this horse go.

- Come on. Take it home!
- Look at this one move!

- This horse can't lose!
- You can do it, Kryptonite! Come on!

Look, it's a lock. It's beautiful. Don't
even worry about it. We can't lose.

I'm not even going to look
because I know we can't lose.

- We can't lose.
- Let's go. Come on!

- Look! He's pulling away!
- Come on, Kryptonite!

Come on, Kryptonite!
Look at him!

Forget it. It's
over. It's all over.

- Damn.
- Let's go!

- That's it, Kryptonite!
- Come on, Kryptonite!

Bring me luck! Come
on. Bring me luck!

Come on, Kryptonite!
Hang in there! Come on!

- Oh, shit!
- Come on! Let's go!

Get the... He bet
the fucking horse?

He bet Kryptonite?
Give me the tickets.

But, Sonny, we're winning.

We can't win. The Mush
bet Kryptonite. Fucking jinx!

- We're five lengths in the lead.
- Come on. We've been "mushed."

Come on. I got to get
away from this fucking jinx.

Come on. You can still do it!

Come on, Kryptonite.
You can still do it!

- Hang in there!
- Come on. Take it home!

Hang in there!

No! Shit!

- Fuck! This fucking close!
- I don't believe I lost!

- I don't fucking believe it!
- Hey, C!

I got a tip in the
next race for you.

Go fuck yourself!

You're very emotional.

'White Birch wins it in
an absolute shocker! '

We finally got our
own social club.

We called it Deuces Wild.

Drinks were a buck and the jukebox
and the cigarette machine paid the rent.

All we cared about
was hanging out.

We would cut class and
hang out all day and all night.

Nobody wanted to go home,

because God forbid, you
were the first one to go home

and then found out the next
day that you missed something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, fellas, whoa!

Look at those broads over
there. They're beautiful!

Look at those broads.
They're beautiful!

Yo, get over here! Come here!

Put it back in your pants.

- Those fucking broads are both pigs.
- How the hell do you know?

- Fuck you, C.
- How the hell do you know?

They'd fail my test in a second.

- What test are we talking about?
- It has a name or something?

If you wanna know if you can trust a
girl and she is good enough to marry,

she's got to pass the test.

- I call it the Mario test.
- This I got to hear. What's this test?

The test is, you take a girl like
that for a ride in your car, right?

Jump on the highway, you pull
up to one of them big 18-wheelers.

You pull right alongside of it
and get attention of the driver.

Honk your horn. Do what you gotta do.
Make sure he's looking. That's important.

At the same time, put your hand
behind this fucking broad's head,

and you start pushing her
head down between your legs.

- Get the fuck out of here.
- It's for her own good, believe me.

Now, if this girl
goes down on you,

knowing that that guy
in the truck is watching,

- then she's a pig, and can't be trusted.
- It's not gonna work.

You're a sick maniac.
You need some help.

When they're into it, they
do stuff with their hand,

they throw their hair over
their ear. They did it before.

Believe me,
they're fucking pros.

That's the second time
those niggers passed today.

As long as they don't
stop, who gives a fuck?

I give a fuck, that's who.

Did they get out to bother
you? No, they didn't bother you.

Today it's one car, next week
it's two, before you know it

it's their neighbourhood and
they're fucking our broads.

They shouldn't come
through here. Period.

Invite them in. Make
them have a drink.

Baseball-bat their
fucking heads.

Hey, you want a shot?
Take one. Come back!

Louie? Dumps! Get over
here! Where's my money?

I got to do that
thing. I can't...

- Shit!
- What's up?

This guy owes me 20 bucks.
It's been two fucking weeks now.

You can't dodge me forever!

Fucking piece of shit.

I gotta talk to my father.
I'll be right back, all right?

- All right, I'll see you.
- Come back.

Come on. Take a ride
with me. I got one trip left.

- Do I have to?
- Yeah, you have to. Come on.

Sit. Sit over here.

Dad, do we have to listen to this
music? It gives me a headache.

You kids today, I gotta tell you, you
don't even know what good music is.

Listen to this.
This is good music.

Want to go to the fights
with me tomorrow night?

Calogero?

Hey! You listening to me?

Calogero! Hey!

Dad, why can't you call me
C? Everybody calls me C.

Because that was your grandfather's
name, and that's the name I gave you.

That's why I can't call you C or
whatever you want to call yourself.

Want to go to the
fights tomorrow night?

- Could I let you know tomorrow?
- You wanna go or you don't wanna go?

- All right, all right, I'll go.
- Don't say it like that.

Don't wanna be twisting
your arm, but you know...

She was tall, she was beautiful,

and she was classy.

But she was black.

And that was a no-no
in my neighbourhood.

- Jackie, what's the first?
- 2:00, fellas.

- Two. Your friend's number.
- Who?

- Your pal.
- Don't fuck around.

- Johnny Biscord bet 228 again?
- That's it.

- Again?
- Again.

I'll try to have some better
music for you next time.

I'm only kidding. It's OK, Pop.

See you later.

- Louie!
- My grandmother's sick.

I'll talk to you later.

- I got to go do something.
- Where's my fucking money?

You're fucking dead when I
catch you, you piece of shit!

C, come here!

- Get over here.
- He's fucking crazy, this kid.

The kid wants his fucking
money. What can you do?

- I got to talk to him.
- You gotta stop babying him.

He owes me money.

- Hit him with a fucking bat.
- Knock him all over the fucking block.

Is that the advice you give
the kid, you fucking hoodlums?

Come on. Don't listen
to these hoodlums.

I'm gonna go to
Gino's. I'll be right back.

What's the matter?

This guy Louie Dumps over
here, he owes me 20 dollars.

It's been two weeks now, and every
time he sees me he keeps dodging me.

He's becoming a real pain in the
ass. Should I crack him one, or what?

What's the matter? What
have I been telling you?

Sometimes hurting
somebody ain't the answer.

First of all, is he a
good friend of yours?

No, I don't even like him.

You don't even like him.
There's your answer right there.

Look at it this way: It costs
you 20 dollars to get rid of him.

He's never bother you again. He's
never gonna ask you for money again.

He's out of your life for 20 dollars.
You got off cheap. Forget him.

- You're always right. You're always right.
- Yeah, I'm always right.

If I was always right, I wouldn't
have done 10 years in the joint.

What did you do every day?

There's only three things
you can do in the joint, kid:

Lift weights, play
cards or get into trouble.

- What did you do?
- Me? I read.

What did you read?

- Ever hear of Machiavelli?
- Who?

Machiavelli. He's a famous
writer from 500 years ago.

Availability. That's
what he always said.

- Availability?
- That's right. Listen to me.

You know why I live
in this neighbourhood?

Availability.

I want to stay
close to everything,

because being on the spot, I
can see trouble immediately.

Trouble is like a cancer.
You got to get it early.

If you don't get it early, it
gets too big, and it kills you.

That's why you
got to cut it out.

Capish?

You're worried about
Louie Dumps. Nobody cares!

Worry about yourself, your family,
the people that are important to you.

That's what it comes
down to: Availability.

The people that see me
every day that are on my side,

they feel safe because
they know I'm close.

That gives them more
reason to love me.

But the people that want to
do otherwise, they think twice,

because they know I'm close.

That gives them more
reason to fear me.

Is it better to be
loved or feared?

That's a good question.

It's nice to be both,
but it's very difficult.

But if I had my choice...

I would rather be feared.

Fear lasts longer than love.

Friendships that are bought
with money mean nothing.

You see how it is around here. I
make a joke, everybody laughs.

I know I'm funny,
but I'm not that funny.

It's fear that keeps them loyal to
me, but the trick is not being hated.

That's why I treat my
men good, but not too good.

I give too much, then
they don't need me.

I give just enough where they
need me, but they don't hate me.

Don't forget what
I'm telling you.

Sonny, I got some
beautiful veal chops today.

I got some nice
linguine frutti di mare

and I got some beautiful
Pescatore sauce.

Fellas, you're not dressed
properly. You're gonna have to leave.

Properly? What's wrong
with how we're dressed?

These gentlemen ain't dressed
right. I asked them to leave.

Is there a problem?

Your man there says
we're not properly dressed.

Like our money ain't green.
We just want a couple of beers.

Two beers, that's it?

That's it. We'll be on our way.
We ain't looking for trouble.

Spoken like a gentleman.
Give them their beers.

- I appreciate that.
- No problem.

Here you go.

You got some brews
down here? Nice cold ones.

Get us some nice
cold brews. Come on.

Two over here, huh?

One more beer. Got
some thirsty people here.

All right, brothers. If I
may, a toast to our host.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost!

Get wet, you dago wop!

Hey!

Oh, you again, huh?

That wasn't very nice.
Now yous gotta to leave.

I'll tell you when the fuck we
leave. Get the fuck away from me.

Go watch the bikes, man.

- What's going on here?
- Come on!

- Hey, get outta here!
- What's this shit?

What's going on here?

Now yous can't leave.

I will never forget
the look on their faces.

All eight of them.
Their faces dropped.

All their courage and strength
was drained from their bodies.

They had a reputation
for breaking up bars.

But they knew that instant
they made a fatal mistake.

This time, they walked
into the wrong bar.

Come on, motherfucker!

Crack his fucking head open!

You fucking creep!

Come here, you cocksucker!

Step on his fucking head!

Come on, get them out of here!

Drag them the fuck
out! Come on, move it!

Watch my car!

Yeah, you fucking bums!

Get him! Grab
that hairy bastard!

Let the kids kill them.

- For God's sake.
- Hit him with the bat!

Get him!

Kick him in his face!

Here, you motherfucker!

Look at me.

I'm the one who did this
to you. Remember me.

Come on, Sonny! Come
on, let's go, you guys!

- They ruined my lunch!
- Let's get the fuck out, Sonny!

Leave them there like
the bums that they are.

They ruined my whole
fucking lunch! Come on!

Take a look at
this gun right here.

It's a .45.

This thing could stop an elephant
driving a truck and the truck too!

Nicky Zero was the
neighbourhood thief.

His mother called him Zero, cos
she said he'd never amount to nothing.

It's too big. Where
are you gonna hide it?

- Then you want this one.
- They can spot that a mile away.

- You need this.
- Whoa! What is wrong with you?

- Don't point the gun.
- It's on safety. I'm not gonna kill you.

Don't ever do that. Now
let me see the fucking gun.

- This is you. This is class.
- I don't know.

- What's this?
- Let me see this one.

- This one's nice.
- Right there. Feel it.

I'm gonna fucking shoot
somebody, know what I mean?

I wanna shoot somebody too.
That looks like just the gun to do it.

What are you guys doing,
huh? What's going on here?

Are you fucking
stupid or something?

What's the matter with you, selling
guns around here? Are you fucking stupid?

You'll make this whole place
hot and get us all fucking pinched.

Now get the fuck outta here!

Stay over here. Don't move.
All of you. Stay right there.

I want no fucking guns. You
hear me? Get out of here!

C, get over here, you!

Come here. I wanna
talk to you. Get over here.

- Sonny, loan me 500.
- Tomorrow, tomorrow!

You think you're a tough guy
with these guns, is that what it is?

No, but after what happened
in the bar, I thought...

You thought what? You think
a gun makes you a tough guy?

Let me tell you, I seen more guys
with guns wet the bed than anything.

It's when the other
guy pulls out his gun,

then we see who
the real tough guy is.

- Sonny, you don't understand.
- No, I do understand.

This shit is not for you. Those
kids are gonna get you in trouble.

- But they're my friends, you know that.
- They're jerk-offs.

Look at me.

Jerk-offs. And Slick
is the biggest jerk-off.

All these years, what
have I been telling you?

I know, "Stay in school.
Get two educations." I know.

That's right.
Don't do what I do.

This is my life, not yours.

I do what I have to
do. This is not for you.

All right. I'm sorry.

Want to go to the
fights with me tomorrow?

I don't know.

I got a piece of a
good middleweight.

You come with
me, we'll sit in front.

I'd like to come, but I told
my father I'd go with him.

You know where I'm sitting,
come by and say hello.

- All right.
- You know where I'm sitting.

Sit here.

Nice seats. I gotta be
careful I don't get a nosebleed.

These are the best I can do.
What do you want from me?

Come on, Pop, I'm only kidding.

Hi, C. How are you
doing? Hello, Lorenzo.

How are you doing?

Sonny has a couple of ringside
seats for you. Why not come down?

Well, erm...

Tell him thanks, but
we're good where we are.

OK.

Tell Sonny thanks anyway,
but we're good where we are.

You're welcome to come down.
You know where the seats are.

Anytime during the fight, OK?

OK. Thanks.

Introducing the principals
for this evening's main event.

Dad, he's got seats for both of
us. He's trying to be our friend.

I like my seat. I paid for my seat.
You wanna go down there, go.

Go ahead. Go down there.

Let's welcome Eric
"The Rock Man" Holland!

I bring you here, and you wanna
go down with them. Go with them.

You think I want to sit with you
when you wanna be with them?

How do you think
that makes me feel?

From the Bronx, Joe Carey!

Sorry if I hurt you, Dad.

Everything I've
been telling you.

Fucking guy's been
ducking me for two weeks.

When I see him, I'm
gonna break his face.

- Do you like him?
- He's a fucking jerk-off!

Ten dollars. You got off
cheap. He's out of your life.

I'm still gonna fucking
break his face...

I couldn't believe it. There
she was, right in front of me.

I never forgot her since the first
day I saw her on my father's bus.

I wanted to talk to her, but she was
with her friends and I was with mine.

These fucking doo-woppers,
driving me crazy,

I wanna strangle one of them...

- Let's get something to eat.
- This fat bastard ate it all.

What's wrong with you?
You're always eating.

- I was hungry.
- Did you read about the bikers?

- No.
- I was reading the paper.

You see the way
Jimmy was hitting them?

- What about Danny with that pipe?
- I don't know.

- Let's get out of here.
- You wanna get out of here?

Come on. Let's go.

Come on, C.

- I can't come. I got a test.
- Fuck the test.

I missed it last week.

You sure? All right.
We'll be at The Deuces.

We were alone for the first time. I
knew I had to say something to her.

This chance might
never come again.

I wanted to be cool, but I still
didn't even know her name.

I said to myself, "She must have an
exotic name like Monique or Danielle."

- You go to this school?
- I'm Jane.

Jane? That's it?
That's your name?

Yeah. What's wrong with that?

Nothing. It's a great
name. I love that name.

I just moved here.

Yeah, I seen you on
the bus the other day.

- And you are?
- Me, I'm Calogero.

- Ca-who?
- Calogero.

- What kind of name is that?
- It's Italian.

Actually, it's Sicilian.
My family's from Sicily.

Sicily?

You know where Italy is?
It's the boot that comes down.

The island next to it that looks like
it's getting kicked, well, that's Sicily.

- I like Italians.
- You do?

- Hm-mm.
- Are you waiting for someone?

- Yes, I am.
- Oh, you are.

All right. Well, I better go.

Wait.

I was just waiting for my brother.
Sometimes we walk home together.

- If it's no problem, I'll walk you home.
- OK.

I live down Webster
Avenue. Is that all right?

That's no problem.
Come on. Let's go.

- So you're waiting for your brother?
- Hmm.

- That's great.
- What's so great about it?

What's so great
about it? It's just great.

Where did you get that hat from?

- Why, you don't like this hat?
- It's kinda funny-looking.

Maybe it'd look better
another way. Hold this.

You have beautiful eyes.

Thanks. So do you.

Yeah... that's better.

So, do you want
to go to the movies?

Movies? You wanna go
to the movies with me?

- Yeah. I told you I liked Italians.
- You wanna go right now?

No, of course not now.

How about tomorrow?
6:00. We'll meet in front.

I'll be waiting here
till tomorrow then.

Oh, I'm sorry. I mean I'll
meet you in front tomorrow.

OK.

Sorry if I'm saying stupid
stuff. It's just I'm so nervous.

You're not saying stupid
things. You're doing OK.

- You think so?
- Hm-mm.

So where are you
originally from?

- Brooklyn.
- What part?

- East New York.
- Where's that?

It's far. Way out.

Yeah? I got some relatives in
Brooklyn but I never heard of that part.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I suppose they're Italian too, huh?
- Yeah.

That figures.

- What's your last name?
- Williams. Very easy. Very simple.

Jane Williams. That's a
pretty easy name to say.

Can't say mine's that
easy, but, you know...

Wait, let me see. Erm...

Calogero... Anello?

- Yeah.
- Got it.

- My friends call me C.
- Well, I like Calogero better.

These books are heavy.

That's why I'm glad
you're carrying them.

Well...

I guess this is it.

- I really had a great time.
- Me too.

- I think you're very nice.
- Thanks. So are you.

Thank you.

Sorry I can't walk
you all the way home.

Oh, that's all right. I
only live a block down.

- So I'll see you tomorrow?
- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow night? 6:00?

You're getting better.

I just wanted to double-check.

Well. Bye.

Bye.

What is it, white motherfucker?

Cinque! Sette!

- Come on, Aldo.
- Sette!

That was a late fucking
finger. That was late.

- Was it late, Mario? Tell me.
- What are you talking about?

This fucking kid keeps
winning my money!

I'll give him the malocchio.
He ain't gonna win no more...

He's got all my money.
How am I gonna play?

I don't know...

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck?

These fucking spooks can't
ride in their own neighbourhood?

Just leave them alone.

What is it with you and
these niggers lately?

- They ain't bothering nobody.
- They're fucking bothering me.

They ain't bothering me.

This is our fucking
neighbourhood, you black bastard!

Let's go get these
fucking niggers! Come on!

Get the fuck out of
our neighbourhood!

- Let's get out of here!
- Get off!

Motherfucker, get
the fuck outta here!

Black bastard!

C, come here!

Leave me alone!

Hey, grab him, C!
Get this motherfucker!

Stay down! I'm not gonna hurt you.
Stay down. I don't wanna hurt you.

Get him! Get him down!

Motherfucker!

C, what are you doing,
dancing with him? Get off!

Get out of here, you crazy
bastards. The cops are coming, run!

I can see them. Go! Go!

- I can see the lights.
- Get off him!

They called the cops!
Come one! Let's go!

They called the cops!

What the fuck you doing, man?

- You're gonna kill him!
- I don't care. I want to kill him!

- The fucking cops are coming!
- Fuck that!

The cops are coming! They
called the fucking cops! Come on!

Didn't I tell you Slick
was nothing but trouble?

Yeah, but he's
my friend, I just...

He's your friend.
I'm your friend, kid.

You're letting yourself
get caught up in his shit.

These kids could hurt you.
You gotta think for yourself.

I do, I'm really trying,
but we hate these people.

I don't hate them,
but you know...

What people?
What's on your mind?

- I met this girl.
- Yeah? So?

I like her and everything, but she
ain't white, she's from Webster Avenue.

- She's a coloured broad.
- Yeah.

- You like this girl?
- I do, but I don't wanna hear the guys...

Fuck those kids. Half of them
are gonna end up dead or in jail.

Nobody cares.

Only that matters is what's good for
you and how you feel about each other.

Let me tell you something.

When you're alone, late at night in
bed, just you and her under the covers,

that's all that matters, see?

You gotta do what
your heart tells you to do.

I'll tell you
something right now.

You're only allowed three
great women in your lifetime.

They come along like great
fighters, once every ten years.

Rocky Marciano, Sugar
Ray Robinson, Joe Louis.

Sometimes you
get them all at once.

Me? I had my three when I was 16.
That happens. What are you gonna do?

That's the way it goes, you know?
I tell you right now. See this girl?

Maybe this girl puts
wind in your sails.

- Maybe she's your first great one.
- Thanks, Sonny. I think I'll go for it.

- Is she a good kid?
- I just met her, but I hope so.

Here's what you do.
Tomorrow you borrow my car.

- You don't lend anybody your car.
- I'll lend you my car.

I want you to make
a good impression.

You borrow my car,
then you give her the test.

What, the Mario test?

Mario's a fucking psycho.
Why do you listen to this kid?

Give her my test, the door test.

- What's the door test?
- Listen to me.

You pull up right
where she is, right?

Before you get out of the
car, you lock both doors.

You get out of the car,
you walk over to her.

You bring her over to the car.

You take out the key, put it in
the lock, open the door for her.

Then you let her get in. Then
you close the door for her.

You walk around the back of the
car and look through the rear window.

If she doesn't reach
over and lift up that button

so you can get in, dump her.

- Just like that?
- Listen to me, kid.

If she doesn't reach over, lift up
that button for you so you can get in,

she's a selfish broad and all
you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg.

Dump her and dump her fast.

What about the beautiful
things you just told me?

Do what my heart tells me to do.

Find someone to put wind in my
sails. She could be a great one.

Bullshit, kid. The door
test, that's what counts.

You dump her, and
you dump her fast.

- Dump her?
- Dump her.

Dump her?

- Dad. Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

I need your opinion. You know
Joey Osso from down the block?

Yeah.

He asked me what I thought about
him going out with a coloured girl.

- What do you think about that?
- Joey can't find any white girls?

That's not a good answer,
Dad. What's the problem?

I get along with
everybody on the bus,

but when it comes to marriage,
we should marry within our own.

- You know I'm not prejudiced...
- Don't tell me that, cos you are.

What would you say if I wanted
to go out with a coloured girl?

You would never do that.

You never know. This girl
might be one of the great ones.

You're only allowed three great women
in your lifetime, know what I'm saying?

- Who told you that?
- Joey Osso.

- Joey Osso?
- Hmm.

You tell Joey Osso that
sometimes in the heat of passion,

the little head tells the
big head what to do,

and that the big head
should think twice about it.

All right.

Be careful.

- You OK?
- No.

My brother got beat up
in your neighbourhood.

What are you talking about?

Yesterday, some Italian guys beat
up my brother in your neighbourhood.

- What's that have to do with me?
- Were you there?

- No, I wasn't there.
- Calogero, please don't lie to me.

Jane, I'm telling you
the truth. I wasn't there.

We'll see who's lying.
My brother's in the car.

I told him I was going out with
an Italian, so he came along.

He recognized you and
said you beat him up.

- You did that to his face.
- I didn't touch your brother.

- Believe me, I didn't touch him.
- OK, we'll see.

Willy!

We'll get this
straight right now.

Yeah, that's him. That's him.

You did this to me, man.

- I didn't do anything...
- Yes, you did!

- Are you sure it was him?
- I'm positive!

Please don't believe
him. I didn't touch him.

- So you were there?
- But I didn't do anything, Jane.

- Believe me...
- You told me you weren't there!

It was the other guys.
I tried to help him.

- How did my eye get like this?
- I tried to fucking help you!

- Bullshit, man!
- You know I didn't do anything.

- Why were you on top of me?
- It was the others!

- It was you!
- I was the only guy helping you.

- And you fucking repay me like this?
- Fuck that! No, fuck you, man!

I didn't do anything!

Fuck you, you fucking nigger!

See what I'm talking about?
Just like the rest of them!

How come you're back so fast?

The keys are in
the car. I gotta go.

Whoa! Wait a minute.
Come here. What happened?

It just didn't work
out. I gotta go.

- What happened with the girl?
- Everything went wrong.

- You wanna go to the trotters with us?
- No. I don't wanna talk. I gotta go.

- C, you sure? Come on.
- Maybe next time, Sonny.

Come on.

- Take my car. Bobby, you drive.
- OK, Sonny.

- Why are you driving Sonny's car?
- What are you talking about?

What am I talking about? I
just saw you driving Sonny's car.

- I don't want you driving his car.
- I'm not in the mood to hear this.

I don't care. We already talked about
the bikers and that fight in that bar.

- I don't want you in that bar.
- What was I gonna do, run away?

- Make them think I got no heart?
- You think those guys care?

What make you think
you're so special?

- You don't know Sonny.
- I know how he thinks.

You fuck up, he'll
hurt you like anybody.

- Sonny trusts me.
- That man can't trust anybody.

The sooner you know that the better.
How many times do I have to tell you?

People don't respect
him. They fear him.

There's a big difference.
You wanna be somebody?

Be somebody who works
and takes cares of his family.

Yeah, look away. Look...

You're my only son. I'm
looking out for your best interests.

The saddest thing
in life is wasted talent.

- I don't wanna hear this.
- You don't but you're gonna hear it.

I might not have any money,
I might not have a Cadillac,

but I don't have to
look over my shoulder.

I don't answer to anybody. My
parents came here with nothing...

- And they died with nothing.
- Hey!

Don't you dare disrespect your
grandparents! Do you hear me?

And you're wrong. They
tried to give me a better life.

- That's what I'm trying to...
- What better life?

We don't even own a car! We
ain't got money, we ain't got nothing!

Don't take it out on me
cos you're a bus driver.

The working man is a sucker!

Hey, C. Look what these black
motherfuckers did to our club.

You believe the balls on these
niggers, throwing eggs at our club?

Come on, get in the car.
We're gonna go fuck them up.

Come on, get in the car.

- Uh-oh, Sonny and Jimmy!
- Oh, shit! Back off! Get out of here!

What's going on, Sonny?

After you picked up my
car, where did you go?

I drove around and went
to pick up Jane. Why?

- Was there really a Jane? Talk to me!
- Sonny, what is it?

After you dropped that
car off, it didn't start.

We lifted the hood and there was
something on the engine. It didn't go off.

Tell me how that got on there,
and where did you go in my car!

I picked it up, I drove
right to the school

and I locked the
doors like you told me.

Don't lie to me! Where
did you go with my car?

I didn't do anything! I
swear, Sonny! Please!

- Don't fucking lie to me!
- I didn't do anything!

I swear, I just went right to
the school and that was it!

I swear to God! Why would I hurt
you? You've been like a father to me!

Calogero? Hey!

Calogero! Calogero!

- What happened to my son?
- Go drive your bus.

- Don't tell me to drive my bus!
- Take it easy!

Put your hands on me, I'll
stick you in the fucking ground!

Next time find out what's going
on before you open your mouth.

Yo, C!

Come here.

- What happened with you and Sonny?
- Nothing. I don't wanna talk about it.

- Where'd you get this car?
- Don't worry about it. We borrowed it.

Hey, slow down!

Slow the fuck down. I don't wanna
get pinched before we get there.

- I know. I'm not driver for nothing.
- We're in a hot car. Slow down.

Fuck you! I know what I'm
doing. Don't worry about it.

- What's that smell?
- We made those niggers a cocktail.

Look at these fucking beauties.

We're gonna teach those
motherfuckers a lesson.

- We're gonna finish the job.
- Throwing eggs at our joint? They'll see.

Here, Ralphie, take this.

- Why don't you give me the big one?
- Take that and shut the fuck up!

I'll take these motherfuckers!
I hate them! I'll kill them!

Ralphie, what are you
doing, lighting a cigarette?

- Relax! What the fuck?
- You got the cocktails at your feet!

You take me as a jerk-off? Relax.
I know what the fuck I'm doing.

I can't wait to see the look
on these motherfuckers' faces.

I can't wait...

They were all smiling. I was
too, but I was dying inside.

I wanted out, but I
couldn't get out of the car.

What was I going to say? "Let
me out. I'm afraid. I'm a chicken."

I could never go back
to that neighbourhood.

They would call me
a punk, a dog, a mutt.

They would say I got no heart.

I kept hearing my father's voice
in my head. "Don't blow it, son.

"These people will hurt you,
son. Don't waste your talent, son."

Then I kept hearing
Sonny's voice.

"Be careful, C. Don't lose
it, C. Keep your head, C."

Somebody pulled the chain, and I
was going down the fucking toilet.

They wanna throw eggs at our
club? We'll give them a big surprise.

- C, out of the car.
- Sonny, come on, he's with us.

Mind your business,
you. C, outta the car.

Sonny, he's with us...

- Come on. Move.
- My nose! Fuck!

For the last time,
stay away from this kid.

I can't believe it. After all this
time, you don't even trust me?

Listen. It's not that
I don't trust you.

No, I'm not gonna listen. You
don't even believe there was a Jane.

It coulda been in the
car when I picked it up.

Me and Jane coulda got killed.
You never thought that, did you?

- Don't you trust anybody?
- No.

It's a horrible way to live.

For me, it's the only way.

Not for me.

Oh, C. Some fine-looking black
chick was just here looking for you.

- She just went around the corner?
- If you hurry, you'll catch her.

- Come here. Come here!
- Told you.

- You want me to go get him?
- No, leave him alone.

Jane!

Hi. My brother told me the
truth. You did try to help him.

I told you.

I know. But he
took it out on you.

It's OK. I understand
how he felt.

I'm glad you understand.

Mind your own damn business!
Get back in your house!

Let them stare.
Give me your hand.

Come on, give me your hand.

- Glad you came to see me.
- I missed you.

I missed you too.

I think you're beautiful.

Stop.

No, I really do.

I want to be with you, and I
don't care what anybody says.

- Can I have a kiss?
- Sure.

That's not a kiss.

This is a kiss.

- Do you know how to make sauce?
- What?

You know, sauce for macaroni?

Shut up.

I'm really sorry
about what happened.

- My brother didn't mean it.
- Where's your car?

Give me the keys! We gotta go!

- What are you talking about?
- We gotta get there.

Yes!

I knew you were
one of the great ones.

Great ones? What
are you talking about?

Never mind. It's
an Italian thing.

Come on, come on. Hurry
up, make a U-turn over here.

Go by in front.

What the fuck are they
doing in our neighbourhood?

Get it out!

Be careful, guys.

- What's happening?
- What happened?

- Four white guys just got blown up.
- White guys got killed, that's what.

Willy, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

They started out as white,
now they're toast, motherfuckers!

They look better now, right?

They left something for
you in the trunk! Take a look.

- Get the fuck outta here!
- Get out of our neighbourhood!

Fucking pussy-ass motherfucker!

Don't say shit, man!

Get the fuck outta
the neighbourhood!

When I think about it, I don't know
if I should've been happy or sad.

Happy because I was alive or
sad because my friends were dead.

But one thing I knew
was I was grateful.

Grateful because of Sonny.

Sonny! Listen, Jane, I gotta go.

- I just gotta go. You OK?
- Yeah, man.

- Listen, I'm sorry.
- Jive-ass white motherfucker!

Jane, I gotta go. You don't
understand. I was in that car.

Just go. The boys
are about to go crazy.

What the fuck you looking
at? Fuck that bitch too!

Go.

Get the fuck out of
the neighbourhood!

He saved my life.

I had to tell him.

I wanted to thank
Sonny. He saved my life.

C, I swear, my grandmother's still
sick. I'll give you the 20 next week.

Forget the 20!

- You know where Sonny is?
- I don't give a fuck where he is!

I'm losing here! What are
you breaking my balls for?

C, he's in the front.

- Sonny! Sonny!
- C! Come here!

- Sonny!
- Let him through!

Let my boy through. Come here!

- Sonny!
- Get over here, come here.

All I could see was
these big smiling faces.

All of a sudden, out of all of these
smiling faces, there was this one face.

I couldn't understand why I
kept looking at this one face,

and then I realized
why: He wasn't smiling.

All I could see was this guy,
and nobody could see him but me.

Come on, C!

No!

Come here!

Get an ambulance!

The guy that killed Sonny was
the son of the man that he killed

eight years earlier
in front of my house.

There were flowers
all over the place.

Gangsters have this
thing about flowers.

They think whoever sends the
biggest arrangement cares the most.

- John and Anthony from Detroit.
- How are you?

Did you see the way he
went down, bom-bom-bang?

It was just like Sonny
said it would be.

Nobody cares.

I'm sorry, C, but we
got to close up now.

Jerry, could you give me
a couple more minutes?

OK. I'll be in my office.

How are you doing, Sonny?

Not so good, huh?

She passed the test. That's
what I wanted to tell you.

She might be my first great one.

And I'm gonna go out with
her. Thanks for helping me.

I wanna thank you for saving my
life. I never got a chance to tell you.

They all died. Slick,
Aldo, Mario, Ralphie.

All of them.

Sorry, I thought I was alone.
I'm just thinking out loud.

That's OK. It's understandable.

This man here is a great
man. He saved my life.

- You Lorenzo the bus driver's kid?
- Yeah.

- C, right?
- Yeah.

Sonny told me all about you.

Sorry, but I don't even
know who you are.

My name is Carmine.

We go back a long way
together, Sonny and me.

He saved my life too once.

You don't remember me, do you?

Many years ago? In
front of your house?

You don't remember this?

You were the guy who got
hit with the baseball bat, right?

Yeah, I remember. I was
there. I saw the whole thing.

I know, kid.

Sonny told me what you did.

Listen, I've been away.

But I'll be in the neighbourhood
now taking care of things for a while.

You need anything, come
and see me at the bar, OK?

I think I'll give the bar a rest
for a while, but thanks anyway.

It's OK. I understand.

Was that fight really
over a parking space?

No.

Don't forget. You need anything,
come to the bar and see me.

- Anything.
- All right.

So long, kid.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I came to pay my
respects to your friend.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Dad, I'm sorry if I ever
hurt you in any way.

That's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Sonny, I want to thank
you for saving my kid's life.

I never hated
you. I guess it's...

...that I was mad at you because
you made him grow up so fast.

May God have mercy on your soul.

I'll wait over here.

Sonny, did you hear that?
My father didn't hate you.

Nobody cares, huh?

You were wrong about that one.

Wasted talent.

See you around, Sonny.

Let's go home, C.

Sonny and my father always said

that when I get older
I would understand.

Well, I finally did.

I learned something
from these two men.

I learned to give love and
get love unconditionally.

You just have to accept
people for what they are.

And I learned the
greatest gift of all.

The saddest thing
in life is wasted talent.

And the choices that you
make will shape your life forever.

But you can ask anybody
from my neighbourhood

and they'll just tell you.

This is just another Bronx tale.