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and the empties.

You can come spy on me if you like. If you have time.

Every night.

Noodles.

Go on, Noodles, your mother's calling you.

It's good to see you again, Noodles.

My pleasure.

- Did you get the wine? - Dago Red. The best.

How you doing?

There they are. The four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Did you see that movie, Joe? It's a good movie.

- Max, how are you? - Good to see you.

Nice to see you.

- This must be your friend Noodles. - Noodles, say hello to Mr. Monaldi.

- Hi, how are you? - All right.

Nice to meet you. You don't have to call me Mr. Monaldi.

I like my friends and people I respect to call me Frankie.

Come on, sit down. Get some chairs and some glasses.

Sit down, relax. You're home now.

This is my very dear friend Joe.

He came from Detroit to ask me to do him a favor.

And I want to do it for him.

I don't have to tell you who Joe is, how far he got,

or how far he'll get.

He's not only my dear friend, he's my brother.

I'll tell you the truth. Even a Jew can't eat this shit.

I mean, the mustard doesn't even help.

These guys with you?

I told you these fellas are with me.

You could trust them. You're in very good hands.

Just tell them exactly what you want them to do.

Move some diamonds from Detroit. Kid stuff.

Why us then?

If it's kid stuff, why not have the kids from Detroit do it?

Excuse me, Noodles. He means that it's something that's very simple.

But he needs kids from outside to handle it.

He just found out they're moving these diamonds to Holland

in a few days. So it's something came up right away.

You understand?

Hey, Joe.

Tell these guys the story about the pussy being insured. What is it?

Insured?

Tell these guys how you stumbled on this whole thing.

- Tell them the story. - Come on.

Pussy insurance. The insurance pussies. Tell them that story.

Life is stranger than shit, that's all. It's a pisser. No big story.

I got this insurance agent, this Jew kid named David.

He conned me into every policy in the world. Every policy, name it.

Dogs, house, wife, life, anything.

I'm drinking with the boys one night, he comes in with his wife...

a brunette with a nice ass who works for a jeweler.

And he's still on the hustle, this guy.

So I wink at the guys, I say, "Look...

the most serious policy, you don't have me covered for."

He goes, "What's that, Joe?" "Cock insurance."

"You make me a policy that when it don't work, I get a payment...

I'll write out a check now."

He thinks, and he says, "I don't know if the actuality

gauges govern this... but we can make a policy.

But you got to guarantee you're in good health now."

I says, "Look, leave her with me. Come back and see if it stands up.

If it stands up, you know I'm in good health."

The jerk leaves her. I screw her.

Not only that, she likes it. And she tells me when her boss,

the jeweler... is shipping stones to Holland...

where he keeps his stash in a drawer in the safe. Everything.

Can't ask for more, right? Except, one better.

I never paid the first premium on the new cock policy.

Cock insurance.

Life is funnier than shit.

But...

...be easy with the girl.

I mean that. Be easy with the girl.

Oh, my god!

Open it!

Who's gotten in?

Had to go and be a hero?

- Open it. - No.

- Open it! - No, don't hurt him!

- Don't hurt him, you bastard! - Get this bitch out of here.

You animal! You asshole!

Come on. - What do you mean? - Come on, hit me.

- Hit me. - What's the matter, are you crazy?

- Straighten up and fly right. - I'm all right.

Let me make it look real. Make it look real.

- Knock it off. - I'm all right. Let go.

- Come on, cut the act. - Hit me!

She said hit her. Go ahead, rap her in the mouth.

- Hit me! - I'll hit you! You bitch!

- You animal! - Put a cork in her.

No.

No. Don't.

Don't. No!

No! You dirty bastards!

Bastards!

Try the secret compartment.

Attaboy.

Thanks.

Nice matzo balls.

Beautiful. Look at that.

Okay, better wrap them up.

We're going. You coming?

Coming.

- Morning. - You get the stones?

Pay him.

- Any trouble? - No trouble. Kid stuff.

- How come you didn't tell me? - Being inside can change you.

I'd already made the deal with Frankie to get rid of Joe.

With the man like Frankie Monaldi you don't say, "yes" and then, "no."

I can not take the chance you change your mind. - You're right, I would have said no.

Frankie is as big as they come.

He's got the combination in the palm of his hand.

If we're not careful, he's gonna have us in the palm of his hand.

You don't get nowhere alone.

I thought you were the guy that said you didn't like bosses.

It sounded like a good idea then. It still is. - Let's just think about it.

They're gonna ask us to come in with them. There's a lot in it for us.

Today they asked us to get rid of Joe. Tomorrow they ask me to get rid of you.

Is that okay with you? 'Cause it's not okay with me.

All right.

Let's just forget about it.

Want to go for a swim?

Yeah, let's go for a swim.

All right, what are you doing?

Hey, Noodles. Don't fuck around, Noodles.

Noodles, what are you doing?

You crazy?

Shit.

Asshole! Can't believe you did this!

District Attorney James Lister was killed in an explosion of a car

belonging to Secretary of Commerce Christopher Bailey,

as he was leaving the secretary's Long Island estate.

Mr. Lister who was killed instantly in the blast, was scheduled to testify

in Washington on Thursday before a Senate committee.

A committee investigating what has been called "The Bailey Scandal".

A special team of detectives has been assigned to the case.

As for Secretary Bailey, he was not available for any statement at this time.

Did you know those guys?

...offices of his legal advisor, Irving Gold, in hopes of getting some comment.

Mr. Gold, you're aware that District Attorney Lister

is the second witness in the Bailey Scandal to meet a sudden and violent end.

The first was Thomas Finney, undersecretary of commerce

who fell to his death from his 15th-floor office a month ago.

You think there is a connection...

Take the money and run, Noodles. What the hell is keeping you here?

The only remaining witness is the man who

rightly or wrongly has given his name to this whole affair,

Secretary Christopher Bailey.

Curious.

- The secretary has no worries. - Sir, if he has no worries,

why then has he retreated to his place on Long Island?

Far from retreating. He's busy preparing his attack on the questions

he will be asked by the committee.

I'd call them accusations more than questions, sir.

- The secretary has no worries. - But the public does.

Particularly, in view of the rumors about rigged contracts,

bribery, the international Mafia.

Especially those dealing with the illegal use

of the Transport union pension funds.

Could you tell us anything about that?

Gentlemen, I deny all of these rumors and allegations directed against my organization.

Our hands have always been and will continue to remain clean.

My entire life, I've fought to keep the American labor movement...

Him, I know.

...forced speculation, criminal elements

or corrupt politicians. If any mistakes have...

He's still giving out the same old bullshit.

If any guilt at all exists in this situation, it lies elsewhere.

What's this I've been reading about you in the newspapers?

Inflammatory words from a union boss?

You still won't come and stop the workers or the social movement.

Listen to me, you socialist asshole!

We don't give a good fart about the socialist workers

and their movements.

We want you out of the factory so we can get the furnaces working again.

This is the last offer you're gonna get.

You want to sign it or what?

Tell your bosses they can wipe their ass with it.

Fill her up.

This is my last...

Hold it, boys. Don't shoot.

It's me, Crowning.

- Crowning. - Yeah.

That'll do, boys.

What'll do?

We almost got the kid where we want him.

And we got the boss where we want him.

Easy.

Easy.

Put them down.

Put your guns away, boys.

Just swapping prisoners.

Fair trade, chickenhead?

Union boy over here for Mr. Boss Man.

Well, look who's here.

Fat Moe's boneyard boys.

Which reminds me.

How's that cancer in your gut coming along, Chicken Joe?

- Untie him. - I don't take orders from you.

We're not asking you to take orders, Joe. We're telling you.

Now go ahead, untie him.

Untie him.

Untie him.

Who are you?

Who's paying you?

I think this is gonna piss you off, Mac.

I think it's those dirty politician friends of yours.

Yeah? Well, you crawl back and tell them we don't want you in with us.

Our fight's got nothing to do with liquor and prostitution and dope.

Well, you'd better get used to the idea, pal.

This country is still growing up.

Certain diseases it's better to have when you're still young.

You boys ain't a mild case of the measles. You're the plague.

Bastards like him are immune.

That's the difference between us and them!

Take it easy.

The difference is, they'll always win.

And you'll keep getting it up the ass.

Sooner than you think.

Chief Aiello, moving policemen into the factory came as a surprise.

The press, the unions, especially the strikers.

What did you want, sweetheart, a declaration of war?

Ours was a peaceable operation.

- Wasn't that contrary to new union laws? - I'm chief of police, not chief of people.

Was there any violence on the part of the strikers to justify...

My motto is prevention, not repression.

But you let scabs move in and start working.

Young lady, you want to talk to me, call them "unemployed workers".

With your permission,

I'll take these flowers to my missis before they wilt.

Or maybe you heard. I'm the father of a baby boy.

Chief, one more question.

We heard he's the youngest stockholder in that factory you occupied.

What'd you mean by that?

They say management expressed their thanks with a birthday present for the baby.

You know, slander is a serious offense.

Especially when it comes from a hack reporter.

You want to find out how serious?

But since this is my first boy after four girls...

I'll declare amnesty.

Behave yourself.

Go.

Thank you.

He's eating?

- For five. - For five? Well, why not.

You could feed an army with these milk plants.

We could open up a dairy.

Oh, hey. Che bella.

Who loves you? Who loves you? I love you.

And I love you. And I love you.

Lucy!

Don't you have to feed him at 6:00?

Come in.

Oh, here he is now. - That's my son.

That's my son.

That's my son! That's my son!

Jesus Christ, they change fast.

Yeah, but he looks like my old man.

Yeah, yeah, look, same eyes.

And look, the same devilish pride.

Did you see his dickey?

- Vincent. - What?

- The girls. - The girls!

Sooner or later you have to learn that after me,

the boss in the house is him.

He's got balls like his papa.

Let me have him.

No, no, no. I'll do this. I'll do this.

No, no, no.

Look.

Let Papa change you.

Come on, everything will be swell.

Come on, come on, come on.

What the fuck is this?

- What is this? What's that? - Oh, no!

- Look! - It's the right number.

The right number? I'll break your goddamn neck!

Find my son, or I'll burn down this building.

Hello. Would you shut up?

No, no. Wait, wait. I'm not talking to you.

Well, who's this?

Never mind. To who am I talking?

Where the hell are you? My son, where is he?

Where do you think? He's in the maternity ward. He never left.

He got restless, so he wanted to change his bed.

The other kids got the same idea, so they wanted to change their beds.

You got 30, 40 screaming babies jumping from one bed to another

switching tags, so now we do have a real problem.

Piece of shit whoever you are! What the fuck! I want my son!

Luckily, we were there to see that everything was under control.

If you want, we can put everything back.

- Except you got to meet us halfway. - Tell me!

Why do you give a fuck who wins the strike?

That's got nothing to do with me! What did I do?

First of all, you let the scabs in.

Second, you've got the cops in there protecting them.

I'm a cop! - All right, shut the fuck up and I'm gonna tell you what you do!

Now listen to me very carefully.

You're gonna call off your dogs and let the strikers work it out

- with the bosses. - I want my son back now!

You do that and we'll give you the kid's number.

You don't, look for your kid yourself. And good luck.

- So, what is it gonna be? - Okay, all right.

- I'll call my men off today. - Attaboy.

You know, for a rotten rat bastard son of a bitch

you're not as stupid as I thought.

- All right, we'll be in touch with you. - When will you call?

Don't worry, don't worry. We'll be in touch with you.

- Bye. - I got to...

- So? - We got a deal.

- To a very smooth talker. - Yeah.

- Mazel. - At least.

Peggeleh.

Where's that switch list?

The switch list? - Yeah.

- I can't find it. - What?

I can't find it.

- What'd you do with it? - I think I dumped it.

What a yutz.

- Oh, Pat. - Wait a minute, listen.

Listen, Noodles, Noodles, wait. I remember.

The boys' numbers was odd... Even, and the girls' was odd.

- It's simple. - You took good stock.

Let's give him an even number.

Eight. Let's pick an eight.

Eight.

- Yeah, it's a good number. - Wait. What about the other pischers?

We're better than fate.

We give some the good life, give it to others up the ass.

All right, boys, let's settle up. It's Saturday.

Settle-shmettle, I'm gonna take mine out in trade.

You're such a nudge.

You know what? I wish I was switched when I was a kid.

What makes you think you weren't?

I don't believe it.

Hey, you guys, come here. Take a look at who's over here.

- That suit you, Peg? - Fine, Max.

- What've you got? - Over there.

Well, what...

Holy shit! Noodles! Noodles! Come here, come here.

Look.

The blond by the piano.

- Who's that? - Who is that?

You and this broad were practically engaged at one point.

Oh, beat me. Oh, I love it.

Who was it? The Detroit cock-squasher? - Yeah.

- Peggy. - No, she looks different.

You know that platinum blond. She's by the table.

See her? Call her in, will you?

- Carol. - Carol, whatever.

Just tell her there's a bunch of her old friends here.

Carol.

Carol!

Noodles, come here.

- Somebody here wants to see you. - Who?

You know these guys?

No.

I don't think so.

No.

No. I'd remember a bunch of good-lookers like these.

Oh, well, how could I forget.

There was...

There was only one of you I got to know personally, though.

Which one?

Let's see how good a memory you've got for faces.

You.

No.

Him.

We've been hanging out so long together we're starting to look alike.

Charmed.

You can call me Carol.

We've already met.

Pleasure.

The pleasure...

is all mine.

So you left Detroit?

Her and her husband just come in on weekends.

Yeah, beats the seashore.

She takes on 10 guys while her hubby watches through the peephole.

Beats the hell out of the movies.

I wonder what that jerk is up to in his cubbyhole?

He must be wondering where is his fucking wife.

Why don't we make it a threesome?

Can't you see he's got other plans for tonight?

Well, bring her along. We'll make it a foursome.

I'm not that kind of guy.

I'm afraid if I give you a good crack in the mouth,

you'd probably like it.

Have a good night, fellas.

See you later.

They make you dress like those lunatics who go around Germany

burning down all Jewish stores.

Those lunatics burned down also our store and made us go to America.

- I'm Jewish too. - I know, sir.

- Everybody knows. - Knows what?

Everybody knows who you are, sir.

And what do you think? - I don't think, it's your business, sir.

No, you think.

You think it's a disgrace, don't you?

We don't have to be like the Italians,

who look up to the lawbreakers.

We have enough enemies without becoming gangsters, sir.

How much money do you make a week?

Not everybody tips like you, sir.

I make enough to go to school and learn for my degree.

Good for you. So maybe by the time you are 60, you'll make enough,

but then you won't be able to get it up anymore.

- Been waiting long? - All my life.

You wanted a place by the ocean. I had it opened.

It was closed for the season.

All these tables are for two people.

Pick whatever one you want.

I like this one.

Here, sit down.

Boeuf a la mode. Blanquette de veau.

I'll have the asperges, sauce vinaigrette

and then a Chateaubriand.

- Pommes frites? - Natures.

- Comme dessert? - I'll decide later.

- Monsieur? - I'll have the same.

For the wine?

You decide. I'll just have water.

- You decide. - Thank you.

You've been around.

Where'd you learn them parlez-vous francais dishes?

Who's teaching you that stuff?

You mean a sugar daddy, who tries to teach me how to act?

I read books. I want to know everything.

Doesn't it make sense to have plans?

Yeah, it does.

What about me? Am I in any of these plans?

Noodles...

You're the only person that I have ever...

Ever what? Go ahead.

Ever what?

That I ever cared about.

But you'd lock me up and throw away the key, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

Yeah...

And the thing is, I probably wouldn't even mind.

So? - So I got to get to where I'm going.

- And where's that? - To the top.

Now you sound just like Maxie.

Youse both alike, that's why you hate each other.

Do you want me to leave?

No, I don't want you to leave.

You dancing?

- You asking? - I'm asking.

I'm dancing.

To keep from going crazy, you have to cut yourself off from the world.

Just not think about it.

Yet there were years that went by, it seemed like...

no time at all, because you're not doing anything.

There were two things I couldn't get out of my mind. And one of them was Dominic.

The way he said, "I slipped," just before he died.

The other was you.

How you used to read me your Song of Songs, remember?

How beautiful are your feet In sandals, O prince's daughter

I used to read the Bible every night.

Every night I used to think about you.

Your navel is a bowl Well-rounded with no lack of wine

Your belly, a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies

Your breasts

Clusters of grapes

Your breath, sweet-scented as apples

Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.

At times I couldn't stand it. I used to think about you.

I'd think, "Deborah lives. She's out there. She exists."

And that would get me through it all.

You know how important that was to me?

Noodles, I'm leaving tomorrow. I have to go to Hollywood.

I wanted to see you tonight to tell you.

No.

No!

No! No.

No. Please, no. No, please. No!

No! No! No, please!

No, no! Please, no, no. No.

No!

Deborah.

Get away! Get away!

I'll be right back.

Take her home.

Hi.

- Are you alone? - No, I'm with you, I hope.

Want to dance?

No, I'm not up to that. You know what I want?

I want to get laid.

That's you're up to?

You drink like this every night or this is just a bad night?

- Who are you, Mr. Rockefeller? - No.

- Why, how much did I give you? - 50.

50?

- What's your name? - Eve.

I'll call you Deborah.

I did more complicated things for less.

- Deborah... do you love me? - Yes.

You're so beautiful!

Thanks.

Your feet are so beautiful!

Sandals...

Prince's daughter...

Deborah...

Now I'm gonna fuck you.

Take your time.

Well...

look who's back.

What's this?

It's a throne.

It was a gift to a pope.

- Cost me 800 bucks. - It's from the 17th century.

So, what are you doing with it?

I'm sitting on it.

- You got any coffee around? - Yes.

Thanks.

While you were on vacation, we were working overtime.

The union paid off.

That's your share.

Yeah. Even that geek. You know, Jimmy "Clean Hands"...

respects us. I shed a little blood for the cause.

Here, it's all in the papers.

Morning Telegraph, they didn't like it.

It says, "Underworld joins strikers in brutal battle."

But The Post, they liked it.

"Ends justify means in decisive gangland encounter."

And they kvetched about the Atlantic City job.

Newspaper guys never know what the fuck they want.

- Well, you could have looked for me. - We did.

Cockeye found you at the Chink's.

So fucking doped up you didn't even recognize him.

Yeah, you were... You called me "Deborah".

Go fuck yourself. Mind your own business.

We do our fucking business together, and fucking broads do not get in the way,

- and you know it! - Yeah?

- Yeah. - What's she doing here?

Today ain't Saturday. She should be back in Detroit screwing on the assembly line.

Well, she's screwing here now.

And only with Max.

Oh, yeah?

With her husband peeping through the keyhole? - No, I left him.

You live with her and you bring her here and you tell me not to mess with broads.

- You're forgetting about one thing. - What's that?

- I don't give a fuck about her. - Max...

- Shut up! Shut up! - Maxie, tell me something.

What are you gonna spend your honeymoon on? Cathouse?

- Maxie. - Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

Just shut up!

You want me to dump her?

You want me to kick her fucking ass out of here?