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The name's Raven,

"La Raven" to you.

And this is My crib.

"the roost" social club.

Ask any cabbie the way.

It's right on the border

of el barrio and uptown.

Right between poverty and wealth,

mind and matter,

good and evil.

Though these days,

those words don't have much meaning.

"The Roost" is what you might call a speakeasy.

But nothing's ever easy here.

Everything's got a price tag on it these days.

Good help is so hard to find.

Just ask Mano Mantillo.

The fattest congalero this side of the equator.

Everyone moves to the beat his hands pound out.

Talented boy that Mano.

But even talent needs a little love and support.

Ladies and gentlemen, give the boys a hand.

They're gonna need at least one

when this one's over.

Ahh !

Look at this guy !

Mano !

C'mon, Stevie,

Aren't you gonna dance with me ?

Big Vinnie, didn't say nothing about no dancing.

Later !

Hey, Stevie, pretty smooth !

Yeah, man.

Stevie's real cool with the ladies.

Looks like you found yourself a princess for the night.

Divine, baby,

Divina.

I can see her blood moving.

All I can see is her butt.

And if I was you I'd look for another queen.

She belongs to big Vinnie.

This whole town belongs to big Vinnie.

I'm just making her dance, baby.

Yeah.

Just watch your hands.

That was some heavy dancing.

Looks like you were trying to

call up some spirits and shit.

And who are you ?

My name is Armando Mantillo.

They call me mano...

Because of my hands.

Don't worry about that.

I like it when they bleed.

They call me...

Red.

Can i call you "red beans" ?

That's what i felt like eating When i saw you dancing.

Come visit me.

I work after hours At the gin rummy.

What's big Vinnie gonna say ?

Hey, big Vinnie doesn't own me !

I can do whatever The fuck i want !

Can't you see that ?!

Red beans, we'll see.

I guess we will,

Mr. Mano.

At last things are starting To happen for me !

Mano, my man !

You missed your appointment this week.

Big Vinnie missed you.

You know how he feels about you.

I hope you wasn't making time with Red.

He wouldn't like to hear that.

I wouldn't like to hear that.

Tell big Vinnie

I see him after the set, okay ?

You're not gonna make the set.

What the fuck is going on here !?

Where the fuck is Vinnie ?

I want to talk to big Vinnie !

Don't worry about big Vinnie.

He had to take care something.

We're gonna take care of you.

Stevie, the hands.

The hands, stevie !

What the fuck are you staring like that?!

What you doing, You a-rhythmical maricon !

Hey !

Maybe we just take The hands for payment.

Stop joking man, okay ? You don't need the hands.

Wait, I don't know !

They sure can make The ladies dance, asshole !

Okay, look, guys,

I do the next delivery for free.

No good, mano.

You fucked up the last delivery.

Most of it went up your fuckin' nose !

You assholes are bluffing !

You can't cut off my hands !

These hands make more money

For big Vinnie in one night

Than you guys bring in a fucking year !

You cut 'em off and he'd kill you !

Go on, cut 'em off !

I dare you, dickless !

Two lefts lead-footed orphaned at birth !

Stevie, what are you doing ?

No !

Ahh !

Ahh, no !

You did it.

The boss is gonna have your fucking head.

Hey, Look at that !

The hands are still--

That's right, man !

They're gonna get you, too !

They're saving you for dessert !

Mr. Cocarichie !

A mr. Kanoli is here to see you !

Stevie ? Send him in.

Go on up.

You don't look so good, Stevie.

What's wrong, pal of mine ?

The hands.

What hands ?

Mano's hands.

What the fuck are you talking about ?

Mano's hands,

They, uh...

They ran off just like that.

Where's mano ?

Still in the warehouse.

He got me mad, his hands got me mad.

Why isn't he banging on his bongo drums

and making us more money ?

I, uh...

I chopped off his hands, b.v.

What ?!

He called me a-rhythmic.

You are a-rhythmic, you asshole.

Have you ever seen yourself dance ?

But what do you care ?

You didn't have to chop off his fucking hands.

You guys were supposed to find my lost merchandise

Not damage more of my assets, you freak !

I swear to you, Stevie,

If you wanna breathe another breath,

You better go find those hands, you fuck !

Next Friday those hands

better be back on Mano's arms

'cause i got a shit-load of customers

coming to see him play.

Aah... !

Aah !

It's okay, shh.

It's me.

Red beans, baby,

It's me.

I...

I dream my hands

were gone.

AAH... !

I was gonna pay that fucker !

I swear I was gonna pay him in full !

And then I was gonna go somewhere else

To start fresh.

Vinnie sent Stevie to find the hands.

So you just relax.

Until the hands show up

And Vinnie calls for you.

He couldn't find his own pecker.

What's with this "Vinnie" ?

Why can't you call him Big Vinnie like everybody else ?

I just can't see that big,

sloppy, nasty,

fat, greasy, pig touching you.

Let's just say that I never licked blood

off his greasy thumbs, okay ?

I ain't even got no thumbs !

They're out there somewhere !

We gotta go looking for them.

We could try the chop shops.

Well we better do it soon.

If those hands are left free for too long

They're gonna go crazy !

They gotta have their music !

They got to play !

Whoa, man, where you come from ?

Hey, man, stop it !

That's a genuine Carlos Santana from 1998 !

I told you there'd be hell to pay.

Those fucking hands miss Mano.

Why the hell can't you catch up with them,

Dickhead ?

Boss, I got a lead.

What kind of a lead is A three-day-old newspaper ?

You stupid son-of-a-jackass-bitch !

You go visit that bruja bitch

That does all that voodoo shit.

You better get Mano and those hands back together

Fast !

Okay, boss, i'm on it.

Christ on a bun.

Someone's coming.

Who's that knocking at my door ?

Big Vinnie sent me.

Ah, i never seen you.

When did you start working for Big Vinnie ?

That doesn't matter.

Where are the hands ?

Sound a little desperate there.

Sounds like Big Vinnie is going to feed his pit bulls

if somebody doesn't come up with a pair

of the most beautiful hands you've ever seen,

or ever will see.

Hands are hands, Now let's go find them.

Not that easy, baby.

When Mano was a kid,

His mother came to me.

She had dreams for her baby.

Paid me crazy money to ensure his future.

All the music lessons in the world

Couldn't produce a pair of hands like I did !

Now...

Where were the hands last ?

Latin Rhythm music store.

Not any more.

Work for me, Yorba.

They're just off Ellray

At the Escobar Social Club in Brooklyn.

We got a lot of ground to cover.

That little computer could tell you all that ?

Well, it's not telling me

why someone would chop the hands

off the best conga player In New York City.

Feels like someone might have a complex.

You love fingers, baby.

Shut up, lady !

Let's go find those hands

or else we'll both be in trouble.

What'd she say ?

"the goat who breaks the drum

Will have to pay with his skin."

But this goat's hands are too big to hold a chicken leg.

Stevie Kanoli, Sicilian, born in New Jersey.

Raised in East Harlem, Pleasant Avenue.

Always wanted to be a piano player,

But could never figure out the rhythm.

His hands--

Okay, okay, okay, So you know me !

Now can we go look for the hands already ?

Those hands are a powerful tool.

A tool ?!

Don't worry !

The hands will come to us.

You just need a little confidence, love.

I have all the confidence I need.

Why do you get so scared when i get close to you ?

You're not getting close to me, don't flatter yourself.

I'm touching you and you don't even know it.

Right, whatever you say.

See how you fidget as I get close to you ?

Hold your horses, lady.

You were hired to find Mano's hands,

Not to get close to me.

Can't you see why Vinnie sent you to me ?

He wants to make a man out of a boy.

I'm already a man !

In body.

Let me look at your soul.

Ooh, baby !

Can you feel the love tonight ?

Okay, okay, already !

I'm up !

Have I got news for you.

Hey, mister, you're kinda cute.

Yes, that's it.

Oh, yes.

Yes, baby.

Yes, that's it.

Baby, that's it, right there.

Ooh,

Right, there.

Ooh, yeah, baby !

Oh !

Well, that was kinda fun.

Now where's my money ?

I'm not playing, cutey.

Where's my money ?

Maybe you didn't hear me.

Where the fuck is my money ?!

Hey, come back here, you deadbeat !

This is the place.

Kanoli, don't let us down.

Gotcha !

Try to bolt on me, will you ?

Aah !

Now for you.

Hey !

Hey !

What the hell ? Let me go !

Yo !

Hey, you bastard !

Hey, you !

I gotcha !

C'mon, c'mon.

I gotta take you home.

I'm sorry.

"it" ?

What happened to the other one ?!

Little accident.

Little accident, my ass.

You whiny bunch of losers.

How can I get anything done

When i'm surrounded by inept freaks like you ?

A clumsy idiot,

A gimp bongo beater,

An overweight voodoo doll,

And a nymphomaniac !

You're all fired !

I can find myself some new talent.

At least my pit bulls are gonna be happy tonight.

Wait, boss, give me a chance.

I can bring down the house

With one hand tied behind my back.

Let's fix you up, honey.

And now, here he is at last,

The world's premier congalero,

Ladies and gentlemen, Mano Mantillo !

Hey, what's up with the lights ?!

Aah !

No !

Aah !

Aah... !

Putone.

That's a big loss to suffer, I know.

But you can't put a price on love.