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I love you.

You're so beautiful.

- I want you.

Renee.

Want me to get her?

- It's okay. I'll get her.

Renee.

Hi.

Did we wake you up?

Come here. Look at you.

Daddy wants to give you a kiss.

- 20.

21.

22.

Oh, Renee, help me. 23.

24.

Either you're getting bigger

or I'm losing it.

I won't be too late.

Yeah? You bet.

Hey, Johnny, Gino's waiting for you.

- Dumas, what's happening?

- Lippy give me 10 bottles of 357.

- We aim to please and so does Louise.

- Louise?

- See you later Dumas, man.

- See you Friday.

Lippy.

Lippy! Lippy.

- Hello.

- Lippy.

Lippy!

Why aren't you minding the store?

You're supposed to be running the night shift!

What are you doing?

- It's cool, baby!

I got some of my finest employees covering.

I just sold 10 bottles to that dumb ass honkie.

T-I-N. 10.

- I'm not impressed, honey.

I'm running a volume business, not a nickel dime side show.

Oh, kiss me, honey.

Damn, look at you, you're a human mess.

- Alphabet Johnny, so clean now.

You got it all.

What you gonna do,

you gonna pick on this poor defenseless black-

- Why don't you can the act, all right, Lip?

All right? Stop being your own best customer.

- Yeah?

I'll tell you what, man. - What?

- I only peddle this shit so I don't gotta pay for it.

- All right? Oh, my God, can I cry?

Just a few. Let me squirt a few. All right?

- Give me a fucking cigarette.

Give me a fucking cigarette. - You want a cigarette?

- Give me a fucking cigarette.

Come on man, don't fuck about. - In the back. In the back.

Man, what do you think you're doing?

- In the back, in the back.

Come on, in the back, in the back.

- Put this window down.

-Come on, I got a pack in the back.

- Something smells in here.

- What do you want? You want me to light it for you?

- I can light it myself.

You paint these with tranny helper, or something, man?

- Come on, I have, I have a big heart.

- I got a big heart, you got something else that's big.

- What are you doing? What are you doing?

Come on, I have to save these for

charity cases like yourself.

Come on, hold it. Ah, forget about it.

- I can light my own. I can handle it, man.

- Lippy.

Lippy.

What happened to you, huh?

You used to be pretty once I remember.

- Look, man... - I was in love with you.

- I'm gonna tell you something.

We're making more money than we can count, man.

What do you want from me?

- Hey, goombah, huh!

- Yeah, my butt!

- You and me got this street by the balls,

we're practically legends, immortal!

Huh?

- Well, why you on my ass?

- Because I want your ass watching the store.

You know how much those dudes could be skimming?

- You ought to know. What?

What did you say?

- What's the matter, man?

What's the matter, brother?

You got a salami up your eye-tie ass?

- I got Gino up my ass.

Oh, is that right?

What does Don Corleone want now?

- This building.

- Count me out, John, like you say.

I'm just a no...

No good fucked up junkie, man.

I hate fire!

Don't go away mad!

- Sophia, you're too much, honey.

- Hi, Ma.

What're you doing?

- Get away, you're gonna burn yourself.

- Who is that man?

Give me a hug or what? - Get away.

What is this?

- How you doing, huh?

What, what? You know I'm lazy.

- Well, I don't like the beard.

Hi, princess.

- How you doing, Johnny?

Whoo!

- So, what's on TV tonight, huh?

Hmm?

Who's that?

- A friend.

- Ooh, that's Julio Iglesias.

He's handsome, ain't he?

Whoo!

- Really, what?

- He treat you good, Mama?

- Yeah.

Better than your father ever did.

- You let him rest in peace, all right, Ma?

This guy hit you?

- No. - This guy hits you,

you tell me- - Hit?

- And I'll take care of it.

- No!

He just drinks all her beer and passes out.

- What is... What? What?

- Mama.

- What?

- You don't have to slave for nobody.

- Yeah.

- You don't have to show us what a saint

you are all the time.

- Yeah, we already know.

- What is that? What is that?

You want me to wash it? Want me to-

- Come on, Ma, just take it.

- I'll wash it.

Get it off, I don't want that dirty money.

I do honest work.

Will you listen to her? Will you listen to her?

You gotta do something with her. You gotta talk to her.

I think she'll listen to you.

Be careful of the iron. - It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right. Yeah.

- Yeah, it's gonna be terrific.

Every night I think they're gonna wake me up, ring my bell,

tell me you're dead in an alley somewhere.

- Oh, Mama.

It's never gonna happen.

Never. - Yeah.

- We always go through the same thing, am I right? Huh?

- Yeah.

- I got it under control. No problem.

- It's got you under control.

- No, it doesn't!

I'm gonna talk to her.

I didn't do nothing, Johnny.

- 15 years old and already she's a tramp!

- I'm an escort, Ma. Oh.

- You're an escort. What is that?

Is that the uptown name for a whore, huh?

When you sell your ass for Alphabet City, you're a whore.

Okay? - Oh, Johnny.

Johnny, I don't sell my ass.

They pay me for the privilege of my company.

I don't even have to come across.

It's a goddamn joke, I'm telling you, Johnny.

- It's not a joke. You know that.

- Yeah? - It's no joke.

- Well listen to this, big brother.

A limo. Uh-huh.

A limo is coming to take me to Park Avenue.

Some big doctor or a lawyer.

Johnny, look at me.

I ain't gonna end up like Mama,

having those old bums lying around me in my old age.

- You shut up your mouth!

You don't ever talk about Mama like that. You understand?

- Johnny, Johnny, I didn't mean nothing against Mama.

It's just that I don't like all those dead beats

trying to catch me in my underwear, you know?

- What? What?

What are you, Miss Bashful, now all of a sudden, huh?

- Maybe.

- Look at yourself, Sophia, look at yourself.

- What's wrong, huh?

- You're giving them plenty of chances, babe.

Hmm?

Now, let me tell you something. Let me tell you.

When you get sick,

and you can't work, what do you think is gonna happen, huh?

- Sick?

- You know what? You ask those other chicks what happens.

Ask them. - Johnny. Johnny.

I ain't like those wasted broads that work for Gino.

I go uptown, strictly uptown.

- How do you think those wasted broads started out?

Huh?

They was just like you, Sophia.

They was thinking they're special. They're special.

They're gonna live some good life, humping the uptown trade.

But you know something? They're all down here now.

All of them.

Working for a goddamn pimp

and none of them was ever special.

Is that what you want?

Oh, baby, you're gonna have the best.

I guarantee it.

But you ain't gonna get it the way you're going about it.

Now, listen to me.

You and Mama gotta get out of the building tonight.

They're gonna torch it.

- Who's gonna torch the building?

- It don't matter who.

You don't wanna know.

It's economics, you know, the...

The real estate, property values, etcetera.

Somebody wants to make a killing.

And they don't care if they have to Kill

a few people to do it.

You and Mama just gotta get out.

- Why can't you stop 'em, huh?

- I can't stop them.

- Wait, wait, Johnny.

I thought you were their golden boy.

Big man on his way up.

Big man on the streets.

Alphabet Johnny.

Why can't you stop them, huh?

-'Cause I'm the man with the matches.

- You?

You're gonna do it?

And you can't say no, huh?

- Sophia.

Suppose I say no?

- Yeah? - It's still gonna go.

All I can do is get you and Mama out of here.

- What the fuck you want from me, huh?

I got a date.

This is your problem, big brother, you hear me?

It's yours.

Maria? Maria!

Maria, come into the house now.

Don't talk back to me.

- Bye, Ma.

Bye, Johnny.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Mama.

What do you mean you're not going anywhere?

You don't go, you die.

- I'd rather die.

- For Christ's sake, Mama.

I mean, what... I buy you any kind of place you want.

Anything. Huh?

We can all get away from this goddamn hell.

Ma. Ma.

Do it for me. All right?

Do it for me. Okay?

Come on, why you wanna stay here?

- 'Cause it's my life and I don't want to hand it out

to a bunch of cheap hoods.

You scared?

Tough guy.

Tough guy.

Not me!

I don't scare so easy.

They want me out of here, they can carry me out.

You like that?

Maybe you don't understand that.

Maybe it's time you did.

- Johnny? - Sophia. Get out of the car.

- Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?

Get out of here!

Get out of here, Johnny!

I swear to God... - Get out of the car.

- Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?

You stupid fuck, what are you doing?

No, Johnny!

Oh, my God. Johnny, he has a gun.

- Hey, hey. You wanna live?

Huh?

Get in your car and take off.

- You are crazy!

No!

No!

You made me lose my job, Johnny.

I hate you!

Will you get away from me? You're hurting me!

Good boy, Johnny.

Johnny, what are you doing out here?

- Stop it, Johnny, please, stop it.

Johnny, I'm really getting angry!

Johnny!

Shut your mouth, or I'll come downstairs

and shut it for you.

- Well, fuck you, dildo brain!

Why are you doing this to me, huh?

No, why you doing this to me?

You make me lose my job,

you make me look like shit in front of my friends.

- Shh. Shh.

- Why you doing this to me, Johnny, huh?

- I ain't trying to screw you up, Kid.

Believe me.

Please.

Someday...

But now, tonight...

Tonight, you gotta get Mama out of here.

Okay?

She won't listen to me, she only listens to you.

All right?

- You're gonna do it?

- No.

No.

No.

They're gonna do it anyway.

Do you understand?

They're gonna do it anyway.

Now, listen to me.

I want you to take this.

All right?

You guys get whatever you need.

You get Mama and get a cab.

Go... Go uptown, some place nice.

A Holiday Inn, whatever,

and you stay there until you hear from me.

Okay?

- What about you, Johnny?

They're gonna come after you now.

- You don't worry about me, kid?

Okay?

All right?

You're such a good kid.

I gotta go.

All right? - Yeah.

- A cab, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Johnny.

Hey, macho man.

- Look, you stay away from my sister.

- Que pasa, man?

I been looking heavy for you.

- Guess I found you first.

- Oh, man, what is this shit, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

So, how's business, huh?

You getting that good dough?

Those hot ladies?

Those tight little boys?

- What the fuck do you want? - Yo, man, I want it all.

I want me a fucking Mercedes-Benz, man, you understand?

A Rolls with a turbo diesel on that shit.

And I want me a gun, too.

You got a gun.

- Areal gun, man.

I'm talking one of those imported .45s, man.

You know, the kind that that foreign faggot makes.

Gold plated.

You know what else I want, man?

I want the territory, man.

I want Alphabet City!

But first I gotta talk some business

with you, man, you know.

- What the fuck do you wanna talk?

- Well, I was thinking, uh...

Sophia.

I said she could be looking real fresh, man, you know.

And, uh, I want her for my stable, man.

Yo, man.

Slow down, man!

Slow, man!

My God!

Damn.

- You better do some talking to Oz

about a fucking brain, Juani,

'cause you ain't smart enough to run this city.

You talk too much,

you scare too fucking easy.

You're nobody.

Nobody. Small time.

You couldn't run fucking Disneyland.

Now, get out of my car.

- Oh, yeah? - Get out.

- Yeah, well, what about Sophia, huh?

What about Sophia?

- What about Sophia?

What about her?

Come on, Juani. Just ask me again.

You know I could blow your fucking brains out

all over the fucking street.

But I don't wanna... I don't wanna mess up my car.

You get out of my sight!

And don't let me see you on my fucking streets!

- Yeah, I was just fucking with you, man, you know.

Hey, well fuck you, man!

Who is it?

- Chunga.

- Hey, Johnny.

- Ramon. - Hola.

Rock steady.

Johnny.

Thy kingdom

is heaven.

Keep to the right.

The right, god damn it.

Move, move, walk, walk.

Against the wall, against the wall!

Fucking idiots!

And no talking!

You talk, you walk!

Where you going?

- Uh, inside. - What for?

Junk. D. - Universal.

Let me see the tracks.

Now, get your ass up there.

Move, bastard, move.

Oh, man, I'm gonna be sick, man.

Where do you think you're going?

- You talk, you walk!

- He got my money, man.

- Chunga.

Go get your stuff.

- Get your money ready.

Pay and get out!

I don't want to hear a sound, not a sound!

- Yo, what is it, man?

- What is the total? - 11 grams.

- What is the total?

- 20 thou, man. 20 thou.

- Not bad.

- That's two bundles, all right?

It's the fuzz! Everybody out!

Nobody move!

Evening, Ociffer.

- Get all of it!

Come on!

- Come on.

A good night's work, right?

- Everything is a big fucking show to you.

Big show.

One day no show.

It's gonna be you and me brother.

- What you talking about, man?

Don't matter how close they get, man.

We're too fast,

too slick.

Shit.

Sounds like you're losing your nerve, or something.

- I ain't losing my nerve,

but you're so high all the time,

you couldn't be scared if your life depended on it.

- Hey, babe.

I can dig it, man. It's cool.

I assume it's gonna start getting you, man.

But that don't leave you to tell me my business.

- Your business, Mr. Fucking Bright Boy, is my business.

You understand?

You don't take care of you, they get to me.

You hurt my arm.

Like dominoes.

Look at you. Lippy!

Look at yourself.

You think I can be dependent on you anymore?

Huh?

No way, man.

It's gone.

You don't got it.

You couldn't tell one of those cops from a fucking doorman.

- Have I ever let you down?

Tell me the truth, have I ever fucked you up?

- No, you never fucked... - Huh?

- You never fucked me up, no!

- Fuck then.

Lippy, you gotta kick.

You gotta kick for you.

You understand? Hear me.

Now, I know you're your own man.

But I ain't gonna stand by and watch you kill yourself.

Lippy.

Listen to me.

We've been real lucky.

But times change.

Times change.

This whole fucking scene's catching up on me.

It ain't that I can't hack it anymore.

I don't wanna hack it anymore.

- No way out for us, man.

No way.

No way.

Only way out for me is in a box.

You find a way out of here.

You find a way out, ain't nothing I wouldn't do to help you.

You know that, man.

Just don't tell me about...

Don't tell...

Don't tell me nothing about junk.

That's my business!

- I got a feeling about tonight.

I got a feeling.

Get the fuck out.

Eddie, got him outside?

You got him?

- Gino.

- Hey, Johnny boy.

What's the matter? You got a problem?

- No problem.

- The building, Johnny boy, the building.

What happened, you lose your matches, or what?

- There was trouble. Trouble at the store, another bust.

You know, I haven't...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, John.

How much, John?

- Uh, $15,000.

- 1572

Come on, John, don't give me that shit. That's too low.

- There was a bust. I gotta take care of my people.

- Hey, hey, fuck the bust, huh?

Listen to me, Johnny.

Don't go talking to me about your people.

Maybe you forgot who your people are.

And that building's priority number one tonight.

Numero uno, capisce?

- Yeah, okay.

- They got all this faith in you, you know why?

I'll tell you why, John.

Because of me.

So, don't go fucking up.

Okay.

- All right, now listen.

I'm waiting,

but not too much longer, so get your shit together.

I'll talk to you.

- Fuck you!

Get Ready to Break, Ready to Break

- Yipee, Johnny.

I know what you want.

- Benny.

Benny!

- Payday! Fine!

Sayonara.

- Benny!

Too low.

- Oh. I got.

I got it right here for you.

- Good boy.

Come on.

Come on.

- Oh, bambino, how you doing?

Have a drink. What drink?

I said to give him a drink.

- No, no, it's all right, honey.

- Don't give him a drink.

- Look, Tony... - Wanna feed your face?

- No, no, no. It's all right, it's all right.

- You wanna do her?

- No, no. Look, Tony, I'm late, all right?

- For what?

Smokey the Bear over here.

So, where's the fire?

A drink, please.

- Tony, I just wanna make my collection

and get out of here, all right?

- Ooh! Relax!

What do you wanna do, give me a heart attack over here?

Come on. It'll be a little while.

How long is a little while?

- I don't know, a while, that's all.

- Look, Tony, I ain't got time to hang out, all right?

I'm running late. Real late.

- Maron.

Come on, you gonna give me agita.

Bulls made a stop here about an hour ago,

so, we have a cash-flow problem tonight.

Unexpected problems of a legitimate business operation.

- How long?

- Hmm? - How long?

Tony, how long till I can collect?

- Oh, shit,

about an hour or two, that's all.

Listen,

go down to Vinnie's Clam Bar,

get some shrimp balls, and have 'em put it on my check...

- I ain't fucking hungry, Tony.

- All right.

Why don't you go and take a long hike for yourself?

Get a couple of sticks and rub 'em together

like a good scout, huh?

- How come you know so much?

- Come on, give me a break.

Huh? La famiglia.

La famiglia.

We all gotta stick up for our own, don't we?

You wanna get your pipe cleaned, or what?

- One hour, Tony. One.

- One hour.

- Well, excuse us, tough guy.

- Who do you think you are?

- Gino.

- Why you stalling, Johnny?

- Stalling? - Look.

The only smoke I see up here is coming from my cigar.

- There's heat. Cops all over the place.

- No more than usual, John.

What are you doing at the club, anyway?

- Business.

- You're making your collections real fast tonight, Johnny.

You going somewhere?

- Just taking care of business.

- You fucking punk. I've been saving your ass all along.

Now, you got sticky fingers, you know that? But no more.

I want you to get your ass up here.

'Cause you and me are gonna have a little sit down.

We got things to talk about.

Now, you remember when I gave you that rock.

I told ya,

we was married now.

And there's no divorce in our family, Johnny.

There's only one way out of this.

Hear what I'm saying, John?

Remember one thing, Johnny.

Nobody's fucking indispersable.

You know what I mean?

- Hello?

Johnny.

I'm tired.

Um, can you pick up some disposable diapers?

Thanks. Bye.

- Why you working so late, huh?

Baby's asleep.

The phone's quiet.

Suddenly, I found myself all alone again.

What's the matter?

- Nothing. Nothing.

- Hey! You'll wake the baby.

- Angela.

Um...

We got to get out of here for a while.

- What do you mean?

Who? You?

- Yeah.

Me.

And you.

And Renee. All of us.

- When?

- Tonight.

It's just for a little while.

- Tonight, huh?

You're crazy.

I'm not going anywhere tonight,

except back to bed.

Hopefully, with you.

- Angel.

I'm in trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

God damn it, talk to me! What's going on?

- My boss...

I have...

I have to...

Gino

wants me to burn down a building.

Mama's building.

- Oh.

Oh.

Great.

Daddy's a fire bug now!

You once promised me you wanted to change.

Build a family, accept some responsibility.

Johnny, when are you finally gonna change?

- Tonight.

Tonight.

Angela.

Angela.

It's just for a couple of days.

A couple of days, I can straighten everything out.

Look, I've told you before,

I don't want any more of this life of yours.

It stinks.

You come into my apartment,

our home,

dragging all kinds of shit out of the gutters with you.

And you expect me to drop everything like that?

Angie, you've got to trust me.

You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you and the baby.

I love you too much.

And you love me too.

- Yeah?

Johnny, we're not going with you.

I don't think you really know what you're asking of me.

Yeah, I do.

I didn't plan it this way, Angela.

- I know.

I guess I...

I guess I wanted you to be someone else.

- Oh, yeah?

Who'd you want me to be?

The president?

I'm gonna be president.

President Johnny.

Want to live in the White House?

Want to do it on the great lawn, huh?

I ain't never been anybody else.

Never.

I've always been straight with you.

No lies, no bullshit. No secrets.

Just me, Johnny.

Now you don't want me.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe this is the last chance I get to be somebody else.

- Johnny, I love you.

But we're not going.

- I'll be back.

What's going on?

- Some junkie.

She OD'd in the bathroom.

- Tony still here? - Yeah.

But he's busy.

Shit!

Look what you made me do.

- Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, sure.

Mm-hmm.

It'll be done.

Mm-hmm.

Some business just came up.

Uh-huh. You got it.

I'll get back to you later, all right?

Okay. Bye.

- Tony, I'll just take my money,

then you can get back to your, er...

- Listen, kid, you should learn to knock.

- Tony, I ain't waiting no more.

Uh... Karen.

Karen, do me a favor.

Um...

Do me a favor, please. - Mm-hmm.

- Pick up the shit.

And meet me in the bar in a couple of minutes, all right?

I just have some personal business

with this gentleman, okay?

Okay. Okay?

- Present for Karen?

- Tony, the money, all right?

- Lock the door, will ya, Johnny boy?

- Come on, Tony, don't break my balls, all right? Hurry up.

- Relax, relax. I'm counting it.

Motherfucker!

Shut up!

Ciao, Tony, you slithering fuck!

I was fucking set up, and I saw it coming all night.

I When you're out of sight

There we go.

Get out. Out. Get out!

Out, come on.

Come on, out. Get away.

Get yourself some cheese.

Knock yourself out.

- Shit!

Oh, shit!

Motherfucker!

John...

- I'm gonna Kill you. - Johnny, man.

Your mother and sister got out.

- You fucking rat!

You son of a bitch!

- Motherfucker!

- What the fuck are you doing?

Lippy...

- Gino put the word out, man, the word is you're dead.

- Lippy,

I'm going away, for good.

- Good idea. - For good.

I need a car, a truck,

anything that moves fast. Okay?

- You got it, brother.

- Bring it to my house, please.

Wait a second, wait a minute.

You never invited me over for dinner.

18 Great Jones Street. Hurry up, please.

- Go careful, brother, you ain't so popular no more.

- Hey, brother,

I ain't dead yet.

Oh, shit.

Gino.

- Freeze! - Goddamn!

Jesus Christ, Johnny, what the fuck are you doing?

Damn!

Hey, sweetheart.

You could've hurt us.

- I thought they were here.

- Who?

Gino?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay? - Yeah.

Are you okay? God!

You look like hell.

What happened to you?

Oh, God! Johnny.

Let's get you washed up, okay?

Honey.

What's this?

- It's our future.

Go ahead, open it.

- Is this why we have to get out of here?

Is this what they want? - No.

They want me.

- Johnny, I'm scared.

For God's sake, let's get out of here, now.

- Not yet.

My friend Lippy is bringing a car, okay.

- You've got a car. - No, no more.

We'll take a fucking taxi, anything. Angela...

- Johnny, the baby.

- Go get her.

Angela, go get her.

Angie, we're going out the back way.

- Why? - Go! Back way.

Come on.

Hold on, hold on.

Go! Come on!

- Sal, you stay down here with the elevators.

I'll take the stairs. - Okay, chief.

- You got a key to this thing? - Oh, God!

- Do ya? - Yeah.

Get it, come on.

Here, I'll get it.

- Small key, Johnny, small key.

Come on, sweetie.

Johnny, what're we gonna do?

Hug the baby.

Fuck! - Johnny!

Oh, God!

Johnny, Johnny,

we got to keep moving, we got to keep moving.

- Where?

Oh, my God, Johnny!

Come on, come on, go ahead!

Kill me, you fuck!

No more fun, capisce?

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, you fuck! What are you gonna do?

Oh, my God!

Chief!

Chief!

Hey, come on, man.

- Get down, get down.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's over.

It's over.

It's over, okay?

- Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

I got her.

Gino.

- You going somewhere, John?

You know, I always liked you, kid.

You come from the streets, like me.

I tried to get you out of that sewer, and you've ruined it.

Just you.

But you didn't do the right thing, John.

- Hey, Gino, not my family.

Not them. Me.

Nobody walks away.

Nobody.

Not even you, John.

Lippy! Lippy, you okay?

One hell of a ride.

- I love you, brother. Come on.

Gino, baby, you got my mailing address?

Send me a postcard from hell, man.

Al in a day's work.

Hey, Johnny.

What's up, man?

Let's go, Angie.

Peace, brother.

I When you're out of sight