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I wanna tell you a story.

It's about three lifelong friends...

enjoying the twilight of their years.

Watch out, tiger!

A nice, quiet retirement.

Let's go, let's go!

Okay, keep quiet.

-Nobody's talking but you. -Don't say nothing.

-I haven't said anything. -Alright.

You ready?

Son-of-a...

You did that on purpose.

lf you ever get rich, hire a chiro to be your caddy.

Fat chance. Speaking of fat, you're up.

Let the sleeper do it.

Is it my turn? Step aside, step aside.

-Go ahead. -Let the swinger show his stuff.

Yes, indeed.

My driver is called The Stiletto, my friends.

-It's all about the swing. -You gonna stay there all day?

And then...

they met me.

My name is Angelo Victorio Nitti.

I'm a mobster.

FORGET ABOUT IT

I'm from a small town on the shore of the Hudson River.

Maybe you heard of it.

Hoboken, New Jersey.

That's right. The birthplace of Frank Sinatra and baseball.

Me and my crew work for my uncle, Don Giovanni.

There was Anthony ''Pretty Boy''Amato...

Vito ''Cry Baby'' Valdano...

Louie ''The Weasel'' Falconi, and Frankie ''The Fox'' Daquila.

We'd offer protection to the business people, you know?

Like the Lasaro's.

They baked the best bread in all of Hoboken.

And sometimes, we had to get a little rough...

if people didn't pay.

But trust me, no one ever got hurt too bad.

Well, maybe a little.

We did everything together.

We were family!

And life was good!

We did whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted.

Too bad it couldn't last.

Times were changing.

Subpoena?

Things weren't going so good at home.

I'm sick of you. I'm sick of all your lies.

My wife didn't like the fact that I had a girlfriend.

Get out of my life! And take your hairpiece with you.

I knew I'd to get out of the Mob. But they don't let you walk away.

I'd be sleeping with the fishes in a pair of concrete shoes, or...

I had to make things look legit.

BANK OF HOBOKEN

Get out of the way!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Come back. Freeze!

Don't shoot, you idiot. No one's supposed to get hurt.

Anthony! What gives here?

You Mameluke. Don't call me by my first name, alright?

-I'm shot! -Come on!

-I can't go! -Come on!

-Just go! -Give the money then.

I'm sorry.

Just hang in there. I'm sorry.

-You're gonna be okay. -Shut up.

Get down! Show me your hands.

Freeze!

I really hope this plan works.

Face down. On the ground!

'Cause if it doesn't...

you're looking at a dead man.

Frankie, what gives?

-Don Giovanni, I'm trying. -Trying what?

Frankie, spit it out.

You're missing four million dollars.

What are you talking about?

-Angelo. -My nephew.

Where the hell is he?

FBI HEADQUARTERS NEWARK, NEW JERSEY

WANTED BY THE FBI

Nitti, this is Agent Winchester. I'm Agent Rios.

Tough luck, wise guy.

This one's airtight. Strike three. You're going down.

Three hots and a cop? For life.

Or a punk in a bunk for life.

Sound like a piece of heaven?

lf that lifestyle doesn't sound like what you're looking for...

maybe we can deal.

-Flip on Giovanni. -We need information.

And you need to save your ass.

Literally.

We've gotta come down on him. Hard.

-Real hard. -This isn't going to be pretty.

lf you don't want see it...

This is our case.

Let's stick together.

Right.

Right.

Get a room.

Bitch.

He's gotta know that he's got no other options...

but to go on this program.

Program?

The witness protection program.

Right.

He'll never go for it.

We gotta make him.

Let's do it.

You're seriously punked, ''paisan''.

Life without parole.

Unless...

-Witness protection. -Right. Witness pro...

I wanna be in the program.

You do?

-You have to tell us everything. -Okay.

-Names, places, numbers and dates. -Okay!

MOB INSIDER TO TELL ALL NITTI SPEAKS

Look at all these people. Don't they have something better to do?

Mr. Giovanni. Is it true that your nephew...

has provided evidence against your family?

He has no comment...

Is he now in the witness protection program?

He's a thief.

He is very upset with all these false accusations.

Excuse us.

PHOENIX INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

Are you talking to me?

-Yes, I'm talking to you. -You got no business with me.

Mr. John Brandon.

-You got the wrong guy, pal. -I ain't your pal.

-But you are John Brandon. -No, I ain't.

Yes, you are.

I'm Marshall Paul Cimino, your resident relocation contact.

Cimino?

I think I got a couple of cousins named Cimino.

We ain't related.

You find everything you need in the glove box.

Including the map to your new home.

John Brandon?

You're kidding me?

No contact with anybody, okay?

That means your mother, your brother, your dog, your ex-wife.

Nobody you ever knew today exists.

-No letters, no phone calls. -Wait a minute. We had a deal.

You'd take care of my ex-wife.

Don't worry about us. You live up to your end of the deal.

You testify, you get a new life.

Happy trails, putz.

SUNRISE VILLAGE

MARINE'S PARKING ONLY

What are you looking at?

You talking to me?

I'm talking to both of you.

Don't be jealous, Carl.

Jealous? Why should I be jealous? She's nuts about me.

-Says who? -Says me.

Not if you were the last person on the planet.

-Says who? -Says me.

Jesus Christ, time for the Survivor's.

-That poor fool. -How can he look at that crap?

Well...

I'll see you later.

-Al Weisman. How you doing? -I'm doing.

Step into my office.

Interested in a vehicle? As you can see, this is my inventory.

But if I was you, step over this way.

I wanna show you the top drawer rig right here.

He's smooth and easy on the gas.

This things chugs gas like horses chug water.

It's a repo from an old Enron executive.

I hope it runs cleaner than Enron.

-You into stocks? -Investment banking.

You can't go wrong investing in this baby.

Are you gonna sell me this frigging car or what?

Let me get your financing lined out.

I'll give you cash.

Excuse me, I don't think I caught your name.

I didn't give it.

Wrap it up, pal.

Gal-dern.

No thanks.

FOR SALE

It's a real beauty, huh?

The last owner put some work into it.

-You get a lot of tornados here? -Not many. Why?

Don't you watch the tube?

The only place tornados hit are these trailers.

First, they're not trailers. They're mobile homes.

They're fine. Lots of people live in them.

-You know the owner? -We all know each other here.

You wanna look around? I happen to have the key.

I was in real estate before I retired.

The owner asked me to oversee the sale of it for her kids.

-It's at a real reasonable price. -How reasonable?

I've been thinking.

About what?

Why would Nitti rob a bank and not try to get away?

I don't know.

Because he wanted to get caught. The bastard's hiding something.

Like what?

I don't know. But I intend to find out.

I'll take it. I'll give you cash in the morning.

That sounds fine to me.

-Mister... -Brandon.

John Brandon.

Are you sure it's not Brandoni?

What are you, the cops? What do I look like?

You look Italian to me.

Just Brandon.

Okay...

Mr. Brandon.

Yeah, baby!

Four million dollars!

Don Giovanni, cheers.

What is this?

-It tastes like cranberry juice. -You know nothing about wine.

Nitti, my nephew...

the last guy you expected to flip.

Anthony?

I wanna give you a chance to straighten things out.

Let me do it, boss. I can do it.

Yeah, let him do it.

Who died and left you champ of the world? Always you.

Calm down.

Always start on this.

-He's been skimming off for years. -What number are we talking here?

Frankie, tell him.

Four million, three hundred thousand...

two hundred and forty-two dollars...

and fifty-three cents.

-I knew it. -Let's whack him.

I want his head back...

with my money in it.

-Where do we find him? -With this reward money...

don't worry, somebody's gonna drop a dime on this bastard.

-We'll get him. -Anthony, take Vito.

You're gonna do some behavior modification and disposal work.

Now everybody eat.

Bon appétit.

I hope you enjoy this meal.

This reminds me of the old days.

RESERVED PARKING

Get your ass out the car.

What?

What do you think you're doing?

You like this?

How about this? Take that, you Mameluke.

Thank you. We thought we were dead.

You read about this, but never think it's gonna happen to you.

It's nothing. Crime's everywhere.

Call it a public frigging service.

-I gotta go. -But how can we ever thank you?

You can't.

I love your suit.

And three for me.

Jesus Christ, will you stop cleaning up after me?

-Who concentrates with this mess? -Play cards.

We interrupt your program to bring you this live, breaking news.

Unknown hero rescued Mrs. Hertzberg...

from a assailant who attempted to hi-jack their car at daylight.

The assailant escaped and the cops are scouring the area for him.

My God, you should have been there.

A black guy pointed this huge gun right at us...

and then an Italian comes in...

all dressed in black, like a pimp.

With his cheap jewelry, gold, lots of polyester, and a God send...

Let's go.

Speaking of God send, meet my boyfriend.

-Isn't it wonderful? -Let's go sweetheart.

Reporting live with...

All downhill from now on.

Putzo if you ask me. He could've been shot.

This never would've happened in the thirties and forties.

Men were men. There was respect and honor.

Do you listen to yourself? Men were men?

-Cards, cards. -Three.

Speaking of Italians...

-Who was speaking of Italians? -Don't you pay attention?

The hero who stopped the hijacking was an Italian.

It was really weird. That guy didn't haggle on the price.

And he's paying us in cash tomorrow.

Who?

Our new neighbor...

Mr. Brandon.

Brandon, my ass.

Maybe it wasn't his money.

He's got brand new wheels. Did you see those wheels?

What are you thinking?

You said he was Italian?

No offense, but there are Italians in the...

-Mafia. -A few.

Not all of them. Just a few are in the Mafia. And they like...

like the women, cars, and they pay...

cash.

That's the way he showed up. Just like that.

Like a guy outta ''Good Fellas''.

Probably with the witness protection plan.

They come here and stay in Arizona because...

they think it's in the middle of nowhere.

You think I shouldn't sold him the trailer?

I didn't say that. Did we say that, Carl?

But this guy...

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

He'd sell his own mother for the right price.

Only if it was cash. Cash is right.

What's the matter with you? I told you not to smoke in the trailer.

Are you listening? You're not listening to me.

Listen to me!

Take this out of your ears.

-Take this outta your ears! -What?

What, what?

I said, don't smoke in the trailer.

-I don't want you smoking at all. -It's hard being a father.

Especially when you're not the father.

I'm not one of your Marines. And I'm not your daughter.

Mr. Sergeant has finally met his match.

Bet he'd trade his medal for a wife.

I am close to eighteen. I don't have to listen to anyone.

Close only counts with horseshoes and grenades.

Besides, you ain't eighteen yet.

Close enough.

Get a life!

Fed-One-Niner, come in. Fed-One-Niner. Over.

Fed-One-Niner here.

Make it fast.

We're in the middle of a very intense operation. Over.

You were right about Nitti.

They say he stole four million from Giovanni before he flipped.

-Over. -Copy that.

Good work. Winchester out.

They don't teach that at the Academy.

You are working undercover now.

Did you lose something?

Kudos, John. I just like you to meet your neighbors.

This is Sam and this is Carl.

John Brandon.

How you doing?

Brandon?

Eddie says he thinks you're Italian.

-What's with the Brandon? -I was adopted.

He's Italian.

But we don't hold that against him.

Sam here was married, in the Marine Corp.

I was in the Army, Korea.

And Eddie, highly decorated. World War Two, airborne.

I'll sleep better knowing you are around.

We're gonna play golf. Would you like to join us?

I gotta pass today. I got phone guys, cable guys...

Sure.

Well it was pleasure to meet you.

Hey, Cimino.

What are you doing? Watch my hair!

I told you to keep a low profile.

I am. I am.

What about the new trailer?

Or the new wheels?

That car jacking thing, that was real smooth.

Are you following me? It could've been your mom, my mom.

What do you want from me? I'm from the street.

This ain't New York.

This is Arizona. Quiet and peaceful, Arizona.

lf you start making headlines, will be found dead in the desert.

Your other family's put up a million bucks to find you.

A million bucks? That's it?

-One million dollars. -It's a pretty hefty bounty.

It beats the government pension.

Hi.

Hello!

-Please, my chair. -So much testosterone in one room.

I may have to send one of you home.

-Here's your prescription. -Thank you.

Things are looking up.

Hi, Becky.

-You look absolutely divine. -Thanks.

Reminds me of when I was your age.

Just yesterday?

You say the sweetest things.

Yeah, like yesterday.

Thank you, sugar. I'm about to O.D. on all this affection.

You know, when I was your age, I was a showgirl in Las Vegas.

Vegas?

I was famous for my double dip.

-I'd loved to have seen that. -That goes for me too.

Here you go. You don't have to ask me twice.

Sock it to me.

Vegas? That must've been one hell of a gig.

Was it?

Well...

I was young...

and it was a world away from the town that I came from.

It was so exciting.

And scary too, at the same time.

Did you hear that? It's scary.

I don't know why you're in such a hurry to become an adult.

You're gonna get there in due time.

And then you die.

Charming, charming.

All men are like little boys.

The sooner you learn that, the easier they are to handle.

I know.

Chrissy. Did you see our new neighbor?

-I had a glimpse of him. -Sam thinks he's Mafia.

But he goes by John Brandon.

Then, maybe I know him. lf he's Mafia and he used to go to Vegas...

I met a lot of Mob guys there.

A lot.

SUNRISE VILLAGE TRAILHEAD

Where she stops, nobody knows.

I'd say about forty yards.

Forty yards?

-Three hundred yards bits an inch. -I don't think so.

Let's pace it off a make a bet.

Follow me, men. Follow me!

-We'll count it out. -300 yards.

-Less than that, you owe me. -What?

-A case of beer. -A case of beer?

Off we go.

I'll only drink one of them. Watch out for the cactus.

Don Giovanni?

One moment, please. It's for you, sir.

Good evening. Don Giovanni.

Hi, Don Giovanni. How you doing?

Hear you're looking for your nephew, Nitti.

Of course I'd be interested in any information...

leading to the return of my money.

Good. I'll fax the wire instructions.

But if I don't have the money in 30 minutes...

I'm gonna tell your nephew that you're on your way to get him.

-Do we understand each other? -Tell me the location.

-I'm not stupid. -You don't trust me?

Tell me the city. Then you'll get your money.

Phoenix, Arizona.

That's beautiful.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Just the city?

We wouldn't want them to find him too fast.

You're brilliant.

I know.

Watch the cacti.

No more snakes, either.

Open your legs.

It must be here somewhere.

There she blows!

How sweet it is.

-What is that? Look. -What is that?

What is that?

-Holy mother of... -Shit!

That's real money.

-My money! -Wait.

-This could be bad. -Bad? Why?

Maybe we should call the cops.

Are you nuts? With this money? What are you thinking?

I say we keep it. Nobody will ever know.

But the suitcase was buried in the middle of the desert.

We could get killed over this money.

Whoever buried must be dead or in prison.

Maybe they forgot about it.

-Who would forget about this? -Exactly.

I can't be involved with this. I'm a Marine.

You were a Marine. Carl.

-What? -You're from New York.

-Could this be gangster money? -Gangster money? How would I know?

This could be hold-up money. Terrorist money.

Alright. We would be doing society a favor by keeping it.

We could have...

a better retirement than we're having now.

We could have great golf.

Great women.

Good food. And good food.

-Alright, are we in? -I'm in.

How about you? Come on.

I'm in.

But we gotta keep a low profile. We gotta stay lay-low.

A low profile.

Low profile!

NAKED SHOWGIRLS LE GIRLS

Come right over, darling. It's alright. I'm a doctor.

Please, the neighbors.

Jesus.

Look. She needs to join the Mouseketeer club.

Agent Rios?

-Are you busy? -Just tracking our little snitch.

Movement on Giovanni?

He's staked out and not going anywhere.

So...

are we heading to Arizona soon?

Maybe.

I need to know.

lf I tell you, I'll have to kill you.

Not unless I kill you first.

JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - FBI

SECURITY CHECKPOINT

Where have you been? Good to see you.

This reminds me of when we freed Paris...

and liberated France.

I can see France from here.

Here's your drink, baby. Lots of money going on up front.

Guys, check out the old fellas with the cash.

I'm checking it out.

CAR SALE

lf I deal with one more car salesman, I'm whacking him.

Nitti wouldn't be caught in one of these cars.

Looks at this hopeful. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

''Buenas tardes'', gentlemen.

You run this joint?

You bet. Arizona All. What can I do for you?

You ever see this guy?

Well, you know...

I deal with so many people, it's hard to say.

Well, Arizona Al..

we're talking about people paying cash.

Paying cash? Well...

-Maybe, l... -What'd you say?

-That hurts. -How about if I put this here...

and a bullet scrambles your brain so it'll jog your memory?

I did sell this man a car. I remember him clearly.

And he is like you all.

-Really? What does that mean? -You know, East coast.

Garlic.

Garlic?

-There you go. -Slide in there.

Watch your legs.

Hang tight!

Take a right, Sam.

Where are we going?

I don't know. How about a nice hot totties?

I'd love it.

Where are you going, bitch?

Bitch?

-Are you talking to the lady? -I'm not talking to you, grandpa.

Grandpa?

Listen you old fart. She's coming with me.

I stormed the beach at Normandy before your mother was born.

You shouldn't talk like that.

Sam?

Hi.

Aren't you Sam Le Fleur?

Yeah, I am.

Hess. A Shaw Valley. It's an honor to meet you, sir.

My honor.

Columbus. July.

It's an honor.

Semper Fi, brother.

You have a nice evening.

You too.

Thank you.

Careful. Let's not step on him.

This is amazing.

TERMS OF PURCHASE: CASH

Unbelievable. Should've known it'd be bogus.

Remember when we find him...

I take him down.

Good morning!

Good morning.

-What the hell is that outfit? -Uncle Sam, come on.

Are you guys just getting in?

Becky darling, it's not what you think.

So, you're just getting in, but I can't go out at night?

When I'm eighteen...

When you're eighteen, you can do whatever you want.

-I'm gonna be a singer. -You're going to college first.

Singers make a lot of money.

Will you shut up?

You better take some aspirin.

You're not looking too hot.

See you later, Uncle Sam.

She's a good kid.

When she gets her head screwed on right.

I wish I could get my head screwed on right.

Thank you.

Morning.

Are you the Avon lady?

Not exactly. I just...

I just came by to welcome you to our...

little community.

Gee, thanks. It's a real swinging joint here.

Listen, I don't want to put you on the spot...

but don't I know you from somewhere?

I don't think so.

Are you sure? You look so much like a guy...

a really nice guy I used to know in Vegas...

called Angelo Nitti.

And you are?

Chrissy. Christine De Lee.

The showgirl from Vegas.

You were in a scandal with that racketeer.

He got whacked and they ran you outta town.

Then, I do know you from Vegas. Right?

Mr. Campobasso?

When Gabriel blows his horn, I do the Tarantella.

-Your new truck as promised. -Alright. As promised.

I'll get behind the wheel and drive away into oblivion.

Blue, like you wanted.

-Sign this? -Right there.

Sign right there. You got it.

-How are you? -Mr. Campobasso, I'm fine.

-Your title. -My title.

-Watch your speed. -That means I own the car?

-You got it. -Alright.

The title?

You paid cash?

It was an offer I couldn't refuse.

What are you talking about?

We're gonna keep a low profile. We're gonna keep it down.

-It's not a Rolls Royce. -It's a Cadillac!

Cadillac.

It's gonna replace Viagra.

Hello, handsome.

How are you?

Better now.

It was on sale.

Sam!

Savings for your...

education.

-I wanna perform music. -Music is very good.

I listen to music all the time.

lf I am in a bad mood, music makes me feel better.

-But you can't make a living. -You're never gonna listen to me.

Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, okay?

I don't think you realize how much money that is.

-But Uncle Sam. -Uncle Sam?

It sounds like a recruiting poster.

Take a look.

You have reached the Nitti residence.

Leave your name after the beep. Thank you.

Angelo, if that's you, don't bother.

Look at this.

Way to go!

-It's Poker Night! -Every night is poke her night.

-You know it. -Let's wake him up.

Who? Mr. Mafioso?

Mr. Mafioso?

Would you want to play with us?

Mr. Mafioso?

Hello?

What's all this noise?

You are noisier than a pack of coyotes.

I love you too. Come on. It's late.

Get some rest.

What are you doing? You're going to kill yourselves.

Take care. Go home!

Come with us.

Our plane leaves in the morning. We need to be closer to the scene.

Cimino worries me.

It's time we turned up the heat.

-You think? -Absolutely.

PHOENIX EXECUTIVE TERMINAL

Welcome to Arizona.

Let me take that for you.

Sure is different than Jersey.

What do you say, Eddie?

-That's quite a bag. -There's room in here.

Hey, guys. Where you gonna play today?

-The ''Phoenician''. -Sounds rich.

Somebody die and leave you a bundle?

We...

won the lottery.

-Congratulations. -It wasn't the big one.

Big enough.

We'll see you!

The lottery?

I'm gonna kill them!

Who do they think they are? Who are they jacking with?

I'm Becky, Sam's niece.

Are you with the Mafia? My uncle seems to think so.

-Does he know you're here? -No, he doesn't.

Does it matter?

I was thinking what's proper. You know what I mean?

He thinks I'm a child.

This will kill you.

Come on. Everybody's gotta rock sometimes.

You gotta stay alive to rock.

No one understands me.

lf you wouldn't listen to music while you talk, they would.

Better?

I'll be eighteen in a few days.

But it doesn't matter.

I'm splitting.

To where?

L.A., New York.

-Where the producers are. -Don't do that.

You got time for that later.

You gotta have a base. It all begins with the family.

My parents are dead. And l live with Vlad, the lmpaler.

Work that out with your uncle.

Now, tell me. He and his friends hit the big time.

Cash. Boys with toys.

Amazing they won the lotto. I didn't even know they played.

-Eddie! -Get outta the john.

-Coming, coming. -I'm going to the john.

Come in!

Hey, John. How you doing? Come on, sit down.

I'd like to talk to you about something.

Let's have a little fun. I'm on a real run.

More like the runs.

That's the laxative. It'd clean out a horse.

Your ante.

I'm gonna kill you guys.

-What are you doing? -Waiting to see what you do.

-I'm doing ten thousand. -Right here.

-It's a game for heavy hitters. -We're not in the big leagues.

-But we have a lot of fun. -Lots of moolah out there.

You guys back East know how to wheel and deal.

We know a few things.

I saw the ''Godfather'' twenty-five times.

-What does that mean? -He watches too much TV.

Let me get this straight.

You got rich off one lottery ticket and now you're spending it all?

You should live it up as long as you are on this earth.

And do some good things too.

Sam putting money aside to help Becky go to college...

and I'm gonna see my grandkids.

Come in!

-Hi, guys. -Hi.

I assume that you met John.

Yes, I did. In fact we've already gotten acquainted.

-Nice to see you again. -Thank you.

You guys, I'll see you later.

See you later.

I love when a guy does that. It's so European.

BUCKHORN BATHS - MOTEL

Alright.

When did you get the trace?

Good.

Tell the boss we're on it.

Alright, bye.

So, what's up?

Someone made a call to his ex-wife...

in the trailer park in Phoenix.

And who said modern technology was a bad thing?

Do you want to play with me? Fine. I'll show you games.

John!

What's wrong?

I lost something.

Something?

Money. Lots of it.

And I need it back for everybody's sake.

I don't want to hurt your uncle, but I need some help.

You know what I mean?

-Okay. Nobody gets hurt. -We got a deal?

Deal.

Read them and weep.

I'm outta here.

Don't go away mad, Carl.

I see you learned more than dancing in Las Vegas.

You could say that. I've learned a lot of things you have no idea.

Okay, I'll find out what I can.

Check it out.

John, open up. It's me.

You find anything?

Special delivery from the Don.

-How you doing, Nitti? -I've had better days.

-Don't hurt him! -You got things cozy here.

New friends, new life...

new babe.

-Leave him alone! -She's the neighbor's kid!

-Where's the money? -What money?

-The one you clipped the boss for. -I ain't got it.

Leave him aIone! Uncle Sam!

You touch her and I'll kill you.

-Nobody's killing nobody. -Then I'm gonna kill you.

You alright?

Holy crap. Get up. Let's go, let's go!

You alright?

She's okay.

Becky, darling.

Move, move!

Let's go! Come on!

Come on, move!

Clear for weapons. Check the back.

You know how to keep a low profile, John.

Who's the girl?

-She's my niece. -And you are?

Medal of Honor recipient.

Sergeant Major Samuel Le Fleur, USMC, retired.

Sir.

He maybe retired, but he ain't tired. Thanks, Sam.

And you are?

Paul Cimino, U.S. Marshall.

Becky?

Sorry guys.

Go back to sleep.

Let's go watch ''Cops''.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Pack up some things. We gotta get you outta here.

I can't go.

They know where you are. We can't protect you here.

They're not gonna come back tonight.

Give me 'til tomorrow and I'll go where you want me to go.

Alright. We got your sworn Jurat.

But usually a live witness is a little more credible.

Do what you gotta do.

You got my number. There'll be a car outside.

By the way, Cimino.

My ex-wife Talia...

she's okay?

She's smarter than you are.

I don't want you hanging with him. You get hurt.

-That's isn't fair! -You were right about him.

You sure called that one.

Before he moved in...

there wasn't any Feds in here or wise guys.

I was starting to like that asshole.

You are such liars and hypocrites!

John protected us tonight.

He knows you have his money.

His money?

And he didn't tell them a thing.

That was his money?

He buried it out there?

I'm sorry about the lottery.

It's okay, Sam. I just wish you'd learn how to trust me.

A little.

We didn't know who it belonged to.

It's his money. Give it back.

We'll give him back his money.

Wait a minute.

Let's not be rash. That's an awful lot of money.

-A lotta money. -That is a lotta money.

Get real.

We're gonna put him in custody tomorrow.

He had a visit from some old friends tonight.

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Well?

We're gonna have to take matters into our own hands.

Sam, you're so uptight.

Please try to relax.

How the hell do you relax with wise guys?

Carl, we can get through this together.

Think about John.

Screw John! We don't give...

Hello, John.

I believe we all know each other.

I suggest that you put together what you know belongs to me.

Of course, of course! We're not crooks.

There's no time for that. You got what is mine and I want I back!

We have to get it together. We don't have it right now.

I'll give you a few hours.

-Don't go taking or spending. -No way.

It's spread all over the place. We'll have to get it together.

Enough!

''Tree'' hours.

Nobody gets hurt.

What happens after that?

Forget about it.

What does that mean, ''forget about it''?

They take a stiletto.

They cut off your scrotum and stuff if down your throat.

-This is my scrotum here, right? -That's your sternum.

Eddie, tune in. We gotta do something.

-We're sitting ducks. -We need to get outta here.

Where are we gonna go? They'll find us anywhere we go.

-We ought to cooperate with him. -Somebody like him?

He'll probably whack us even if we give him the money.

It's his money!

It's stolen money. Not a rightful ownership.

How can you be so calm? lf I were you, I'd get outta here.

There's plenty of time to run.

And I've been thinking, guys.

-I believe that I can help you. -Sit down and sock it to us.

It's not exactly rocket science.

First I spot this Mob guy that I know from Vegas.

Then you three...

Huey, Dewey and Louie, do a major shopping spree.

I had to figure something was up.

But how can you help us?

Well, my dearly departed husband, George...

who was lousy at saving money, was also... how shall I put it?

Involved in a few similar situations.

So, I have a little experience.

Now, listen to mama.

I figure Mr. Bigshot Brandon...

is screwed either way you look at it.

The money goes back to the Mob or it's confiscated by the Feds.

But you have got a shot if you play your cards right.

-The money has to be rubba-dubbed. -Laundered.

Now you're talking, Eddie!

George and I used to do that all the time.

And we went to Brazil.

-Brazil? -You'd love it down there.

There's plenty of golf...

and we could disappear...

until things clear up here.

It's a no brainer.

I thought the shit was gonna hit the fan...

so I took the liberty...

of booking us all on flights to Rio.

Rio?

Rio de Janeiro.

Rio? I always wanted to go there.

The Bossa Nova, the girl from Indiana...

It's Ipanema.

I can teach you the Samba.

What about...

Wait a minute!

What about Becky?

Becky.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Listen, Sam.

Well...

you know how I feel about you.

And I was...

hoping that this could be our chance.

I'm worried about Becky, honey.

Of course you are.

And that's what I love about you.

Becky's a great girl.

But now with you giving her tuition for music school...

I thought she's gonna go away...

follow her dream.

What about your dreams, Sam?

Do l...

fit in anywhere?

Of course you do.

I just gotta talk to the guys, okay?

Sure. Great.

Well...

maybe you should tell them.

Well...

we'll put it to a vote.

But don't forget that's an awful lotta cash.

Listen, fellas...

you're like family to me and the way things are now...

I'm about the only person you can trust.

So...

are you in?

Case closed. I'm in.

I'm in.

Sam?

I'm in.

Thank you, Sam.

You won't be sorry.

Okay, boys. Where did you hide the stash?

Show me the money.

-You got any news? -You gotta go.

-Have you done this before? -Be quiet.

Do you know what you're doing?

Money Lots and lots of money

Money

Money Lots and lots of money

It's good we're here.

This is too important to let Cimino screw things up.

It looks pretty quiet.

How do I look?

Spectacular.

How's your gun?

Loaded.

I was talking about your other gun, Chief.

You're insatiable.

What are you doing?

You shouldn't be here. There's gonna be trouble.

You're gonna miss your flight. Come on.

Who you calling?

A friend.

Let me guess. This is the Jamoke formerly known as Nitti.

You college boys are so smart.

What can I do for you?

It's what I could do for you. Because I like you.

And I know we gotta be related, ''paisan''.

-Life ain't that unfair, pal. -I got a riddle for you.

Christine De Lee. She'll be able to help you.

She's on her way to the International Airport.

-You might wanna pick her up. -You're not driving, are you?

-We got a deal. -Deal's change.

You son-of-a...

You said my sworn Jurat is okay if something happened to me.

What are you saying?

I'm saying meet me at the frigging airport.

-Find the phone! -I'm looking for it.

-Get off my hair. The phone! -I'm looking for it.

Never mind, I got it.

What?

What?

Did he say where he was going?

Cimino, it's time to step down and let the FBI take over.

Don't make a move unless I say so.

Okay.

Time for Nitti to sleep with the fishes.

-Hello. -Hello, ''paisan''.

Alright.

Where is she?

There's probably a line at the security.

I gotta a bad feeling about this.

Relax. She's gonna be here.

Final boarding call for flight number 336 to Rio de Janeiro.

Passengers holding tickets proceed to gate number 9.

Listen.

Tell you what, guys.

I want you to go ahead. I'm staying.

-But Sam... -No, I'm staying.

I gotta take care of Becky. It's her birthday.

We shouldn't have trusted her with the money.

We've been looking for her since we came here. And she sticks out.

You can't miss her.

Eddie's right. We'd have seen her.

Go have an expensive vacation in Rio.

I'll stay here.

No way. Come on. All for one.

-And one for all. -Right.

Let's go to the trailer park.

And what are we gonna do with the tickets?

We'll cash them in and buy some Viagra.

I have a feeling she might show up any minute.

You're making a mistake. I'm clean.

I'm clean, guys.

We've been had, gentlemen.

We go back to my place.

Becky's birthday.

Give her a better day than we've had.

Stop right there!

Put the gun down, Nitti.

You gotta be kidding me. I'm in a witness protection...

and I get tracked down by a couple of wise guys?

We got our resources.

-No kidding. -Put the gun down!

You put it down!

Nitti, come on. Put the gun down.

-Vito, where you going? -I got you covered, Ant.

Come on, you idiot. Give me the money.

What are you talking about?

You came here for the money, you idiot?

I'll give you half the money. You stay here and get a haircut.

Don't be stupid, Nitti.

The four million.

Give us the money, Nitti.

We can do it easy or...

Hold my hat. Give me that bat.

-Freeze, Nitti! -You two? Great.

-You want to see me off to court? -Not exactly.

Feds in the Mob? What's the world coming to?

Just business, Nitti. We decided to collect on that.

And take the money you borrowed from the Don.

You are the most ambitious agents I ever met.

Cimino is going to be very angry with you.

Screw him. He's a putz.

And after what happens to you tonight, his career is over.

Nitti!

-Put that gun down. -You put it down.

-Put it down. -You put it down.

-Put the gun down. -You put it down.

''Buenas tardes''.

Now that's Italian.

Arizona Al!

I never did get your name.

Becky, drive off.

-Becky! -Nitti!

Now you get here?

Shut up.

Put it down!

You're killing me.

Please tell me...

you are not the direct cause of all this.

I'd say the greed was the motivating force.

-John! -Becky!

-Are you alright? -Okay.

You again?

She was great.

Her uncle's not the only Marine in the family.

Am I going to jail?

Can I go home to see Sam?

It's my birthday.

I'll take your statement, then you can go.

Happy Birthday, kid.

As for you...

you're going into custody whether you want it or not.

Listen the deal I got for you.

Deal?

-You got nothing left to offer. -You're gonna be a real hero.

What are you talking about?

You got two dirty FBI agents mixed up in organized crime.

Two hit men are gonna tell you, with a little help from me...

everything to get to Giovanni.

All you gotta do is show up.

And the best part is you get rid of me forever.

Hello, Big Fella.

I'm glad you're here.

I don't know what strings you pulled, but it worked.

Thanks.

Let me look at you.

-Are you feeling alright? -I'm fine.

You look a little peaked.

It's probably just the stress.

Nothing that a couple of glasses of champagne wouldn't fix.

-I'd love some. -Me too.

You know what, let me get it.

Couple of glasses of bubbly coming right up.

Be right back.

We love you, Becky! You're like a daughter to us.

And we love you too.

We're all together again. Finally.

Even though we're broke.

There goes the SUV. I can't afford the gas.

I have a surprise for all of us. John gave me at the airport.

''Thank you for a great time. Sorry I had to leave so abruptly.

Things got a bit hectic.'' I'd say so.

''Hopefully with this little gift...

you'll think of me often and fondly.

Have some great times on me.

Your wise guy friend, make that ex-wise guy...

Angelo Victorio...

Nitti.

Let's open it.

Wait.

One, two, three.

Holly!

I can't believe it!

You know, folks, at the end of the day...

it all comes down to two things.

Family and friends.

That's all that really matters.

Of course two hundred thousand don't hurt either, you know?

As for me, what can I say?

I got my freedom, I got the cash...

and I got the girl.

Forget about it!

Well...

maybe not.