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Bim bim ♪

♪ Bam bam ♪

♪ Bim bim, bam bam ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let's ♪

♪ Well, a bim bim means a squeeze ♪

♪ And a bam bam means a hug ♪

♪ So come on, baby, please ♪

♪ Let's bim bim, bam bam ♪

♪ Diddly diddly, bam, bim bim... ♪

You're killing me, you know that?

Think... think about it.

Oh, yeah, we'll think about it...

A long time.

All right, I'm done. How about you guys?

What is so wrong about a union?

Wh-wh-what did I say?

Brick, you're a lock, as usual,

for "Dumbass of the Year" award.

And a union is such a bad idea?

No, no, no.

You definitely gotta run that by Nicky Black.

Oh, yeah. Definitely.

Tell him we want paid sick days,

2 weeks vacation, and, uh...

oh, time and a half if we whack somebody

after regular business hours.

Bats, don't... don't bust my balls.

Oh, and dental. Right, Mouth?

Yeah. Dental. Absolutely.

Definitely gotta have a good dental plan.

Yeah. Nicky'll kick your teeth in

and say, "There's your friggin' dental plan."

For-forget about it. I was just talkin'.

Aw, what the...

Pull over. Pull over.

All right, all right.

Jimmy Whistles.

You ready to talk now?

Huh?

Ow!

So where's the truck gonna be?

The Pulaski Skyway, exit 77.

77.

Let's get him outta here.

Aw, jeez, Jimmy.

You need to lay off the meatball sandwiches.

Let him walk home.

Hey, any of youse guys working for Calabrese

interested in unionizing?

What the hell?

We were friends for as long as I can remember.

And from the time we were kids,

the only thing we ever really wanted to do

was become wiseguys

and be part of the same crew.

Sometimes... dreams come true.

Time for work.

Let's punch in.

Base, this is truck 23.

I got an abandoned truck out here. There seems to...

Hey, pal. Uh-oh!

Uhh!

Ohh...

Joey Pistella.

How's it goin'?

Nobody messed with Joey.

Back when we was kids in Weehawken,

our Little League coach

wouldn't let Joey be pitcher.

You throw like a girl. You stink.

I throw like a girl?

Do I act like a girl, too, Coach?

Huh? Do I?

Everyone called Joey "Bats."

Oww!

'Nough said.

Hey.

Describe what we look like.

You're 2 fat Puerto Ricans.

Hey.

Mike Donatelli.

Aaah!

We called him "The Brick."

You hear what the hell he called us?

Sweet guy.

Woof.

About 10 Luckys short of a pack.

There was Tony Donato.

Chicks dug him,

really thought that he was hot...

which was ironic,

considering he was one of the best arsonists

in the entire Triborough area.

OK.

Girls: Oh, my!

Hey, Mouth, how's it goin'?

OK.

We all called Tony "Mouth"

because he never said much of nothin'.

OK!

That would be, like, Mouth at his most talkative.

And every time it rains, it rains

Pennies from heaven

Shoobie doobie...

Hey, Bobby, gonna be a good Christmas.

You bet your sweet ass.

And there was me... Bobby Bartellemeo.

I never had a nickname that stuck.

Now, some guys a while back,

on account of my mother being Jewish...

Hey, look, that's Bobby the Jew.

Ha ha! Bobby the Jew.

But I thought that was disrespectful.

Oh, shit!

So, uh, the Jew thing

never really caught on.

Here you go, Bobby.

Thanks, Louie.

Louis Prima: For you and me

Now come over here, boy

No.

Great score, Bobby?

Yeah.

Yeah, bein' part of a crew

was beautiful, all right.

Money, power, respect... We had it all.

Life was for the taking, and we took it, baby.

Huh? Why live any other way?

All right. Our crew.

Good guys...

good times.

Salute!

Salute!

And those good times,

they were gonna last forever.

All over town there'll be pennies from heaven

Pennies from heaven

Pennies from heaven

For you and me

You said the good times were gonna last forever.

I thought we'd be dead by now.

Oh.

The union don't seem so stupid now, does it?

Huh?

Miami Beach.

Used to be the average age around here

was, like, 82.

And then that broad Madonna

decides that this is the place to be,

and, the next thing you know,

everywhere you turn, it's women with big breasts...

and men with big breasts.

Breasts are very big here.

Excuse me.

Hi. Um, do you... Do you live here?

Define "live."

Well, we're looking for an apartment

down here at the beach,

and we were wondering...

We were wondering if anyone with an ocean view

has died here.

Recently.

No.

But if you two would like to hang out,

maybe you can be the first ones

to catch the smell.

Get outta here.

What?

Get the hell outta here.

Listen, Pops.

No. You listen.

I squeeze this ball 4 hours every day.

Now if I was to squeeze your balls,

it would take the jaws of friggin' life

to get my hands off of them.

I got nothin' to live for.

You probably wanna stick around

and be seen in an underwear ad.

Come on, Val.

How'd he know about the underwear ad?

I don't know.

This kinda stuff,

it was happening every day now.

The Raj Mahal, where we all lived,

it was the last of the old retirement hotels

down here on South Beach.

You all right?

Forget about it.

I'm fine. A gas bubble.

Yeah, you sure?

Bobby: And the four of us...

we were pretty much the last of the old-timers

still hanging on here.

Comin' through!

They were wheeling them outta here

faster than you could say "ventricular fibrillation."

And if you had an ocean view,

huh... forget about it.

Now I just want you to imagine this

with no hospital bed and no oxygen tank

and a fresh coat of paint.

Let's see now, where are the lights?

There we go.

Yeah, you know what they say...

Out with the old, in with the tattoos.

And it was just a matter of time for us, too.

Ooh! A view.

Aaugh!

- Aah! - Aah!

No, no! Bats!

Bats still had a temper.

His cardiologist said

he ran down the batteries on his pacemaker

quicker than anyone he'd ever seen.

Brick: Look at this.

I got a nice Christmas card

from Jerry No Nose up in Boca.

Aw, shit.

The Brick?

He had ear cancer.

Bobby: He was still The Brick.

No nose. Now no ear. Regular Mr. Potato Head.

Wow. 2.50, Hallmark.

Look at this.

What a beauty, huh?

And Mouth?

Mouth had given up talking altogether.

Constantly surrounded by so many beautiful girls,

with a prostate the size of a vidalia onion,

it was like waving candy corn in front of a diabetic.

4 old wiseguys waiting it out

in a goddamn Miami Beach hotel.

Hell must look like this room.

Because when you stop doing what it is you love to do,

you know, like embezzlement or extortion,

you're toast... You're done.

It's over.

At least, thank God,

we still got our ears, right?

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...

Bobby: Everything was different now.

Back when we were wiseguys,

we thought the biggest schnook in the world

was the nine-to-fiver,

scratchin' together a couple of fazools

just to pay his bills.

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream...

Bobby: Well, I finally had a nickname...

Bobby the Schnook.

Row, row, row...

Bobby: Mouth danced at this place

down on the beach.

3.50 an hour and tips.

He did OK.

To this crowd, he still had "it."

And more important than sex appeal,

they thought he was a good listener.

So I says to her, "Trudy, dear",

"forget about the bridge tournament.

"Put down your cards

and let a doctor take a look at that."

She wouldn't listen. Now she has 9 toes.

The woman lives in Miami and can't wear sandals.

What's the point? Oh.

And now her grandchildren...

Good thing Mouth didn't still own a gun.

I need a Whopper with cheese.

Bobby: And as for Bats...

woman: And I want the mayo

spread very lightly on the bottom bun.

I also want the lettuce and one pickle

Woman: wrapped separately on the side.

Look, lady, I know what the commercial says,

Joey: but special orders do upset us.

Whopper.

Whopper?

In the office.

Aah!

Bobby: Bats must've been fired

from every Burger King in Dade County.

I don't know.

Once you're over 60,

you shouldn't have to answer to a punk named Skippy

to make a living.

And that's nothing against the Burger King people.

They make a fabulous product.

Charbroiled...

'Nough said.

Brick had gotten sentimental in his old age.

He felt that working with stiffs...

Giving them a nice send-off...

Squared things a little for all the guys he'd clipped.

Making 'em look kinda happy...

That was his trademark.

He was very talented.

I know. I've seen my share of dead people.

Trust me.

None of them ever looked

like they might break into Hello, Dolly!

When you see saint Peter,

you tell him it was Brick

who put the shine on your shoes.

Have a safe journey, pal.

Adios.

Like I said, there's nothing new.

We've checked every Neal in South Florida,

and there's nothing.

I'm sorry.

Well... we'll keep looking.

Mr.Bartellemeo,

I can't take your money anymore.

You're in the business of finding people.

This is what it costs, so find her.

Please.

There are things I...

There are things I need to tell her.

Olivia was just 5 that Christmas.

It was right around this time that I swore to Marie

I was getting out of the life for good.

You know, for Olivia.

But... I put the wrong family first,

and I wound up doing a couple of years Upstate.

And by the time I got out,

they were gone.

All I ever heard was

Marie'd remarried some mook by the name of Neal,

they all lived in Miami.

Which is why I ended up here,

hoping some day I'd be standing at a stoplight

or sitting in a diner

and I'd look up and, you know...

how does that Sinatra tune go?

"Regrets, I've had a few."

Heh.

I only have one.

As you get older,

things that happened nearly 30 years ago

seem more real to you

than the things that happen today.

Hello. Yeah.

So we gonna go to dinner or what?

Yeah. It's late. It's almost 5:00.

Friday night, without exception,

was our night to get together

and go out on the town.

All right. It's not the Copa.

We got till 5:30 for free soup.

Hey, Pancho!

Gentlemen.

Kitchen Worker: La grande!

Cab Calloway: ♪ Have a banana, Hannah... ♪

♪ Sweet potato. ♪

How's it goin', pal?

♪ You with the gravy, Davy ♪

Come on.

Hey, how's it goin'?

♪ Try a tomato, Plato ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

♪ Tease the baloney, Tony ♪

Let's go.

Carlos.

Hey. How you doing?

♪ Don't make me coax you, ♪ ♪ mokes, you ♪

Hey, how's it goin'?

♪ Eat the tables, the chairs ♪

♪ The napkins, who cares? ♪

Just like the old days.

♪ Hey, this is a party, Marty ♪

♪ Well, you get the cherry, Jerry ♪

Hey!

Yeah.

Best seats in the house, gentlemen.

♪ Everybody eats when ♪ ♪ they come to my house ♪

How's it goin'?

OK, mister.

Here we go.

♪ When they come to my house ♪

Adios, Pancho!

You're joking, right?

Well, I would've waited, you know,

to talk to you about all this later.

What are the choices?

Double rent increase.

- Christ. - Christ.

Or if you're willing to leave by the end of the month,

they'll give you $500 as part of a relocation fee.

Un-friggin'-believable.

We didn't even get any soup.

Where the hell we gonna live now?

Aw.

I wish I'd have died when I got this.

Oh, no, don't... Don't open your shirt.

Bats. Bats, we've all seen it.

In a restaurant?

An inch further to the left,

it would've ended all this suffering.

Bats!

Joey: Be better off dead,

and don't give me any argument about it.

Hey!

We would've been better off dead!

You!

You gotta agree with me.

I'm gonna rip that hose right outta your nose.

Joey: I'm gonna do you a favor.

Your Jell-O-eatin' days are over.

Yeah!

We like Jell-O... sir.

Heaven.

Just the way I pictured it.

All right!

I'm awake already.

What am I?

Where am I?

Nasty McKnickers.

Oh.

Bobby Brown: That's my prerogative

It's my prerogative

It's the way that I wanna live

It's my prerogative

Mouth's gonna take every dime of the $500 moving money

and spend it on lap dances with Ferris.

His prerogative.

Forget about it.

I got an idea.

What do you think?

Bobby: Wait. You thought of this idea

exactly when?

Joey: When I was unconscious.

You know, that's when I came up

with the Lufthansa heist,

when those 2 guys...

I can't remember their names...

Tried to suffocate me with a dry-cleaning bag.

Fat Pauly and Sal the Stick.

That's them.

You know Fat Pauly left the business?

He rents jet skis

down in the Tampa-St.Pete area.

Very successful.

The guy was trying to kill me.

You think I give a rat's ass

what he went on to be?

He always liked you, Joey,

except, you know, that one time.

You really are half a moron.

Would you two scavootz cut the bullshit

for one minute?!

Fine.

Fine.

You wanna talk business, let's talk business.

Fine.

Fine.

Fine.

What are we gonna need?

A shotgun, 12 gauge.

That messes up a guy's face very good.

Bobby: All right, this shotgun,

it can't be traced.

Forget about it. I know a guy.

You want something small... medium... or large?

That one.

You made a beautiful choice, Joey.

No numbers.

Cool as a creamsicle.

Thanks, Marty.

Thank the Republicans.

Can we trust him?

Yeah. He used to be a button man

for a crew up in Detroit.

Now he's a... good guy.

'Nough said.

Ow!

Stay off the Florsheims, you dickhead.

Hey, this way.

Bobby: This idea Bats came up with

was pretty nutty, OK,

but it was better than ending up on the street.

And if there was one thing we knew,

it was how badly people react to a dead guy.

That's him.

Why's he got that stupid grin on his face?

Looks like somebody tickled him to death.

I did that.

No shit? How'd you do that?

- With toothpicks. - No shit?

Yeah, you should've seen this guy when he came in.

Brick: He was a freakin' mess.

Now he looks like he can go skating, right?

Bobby: I thought you said

they found this mook dead on the beach,

that he's gonna get cremated.

Yeah. He's overflow from the country morgue.

So why did you take the time to...

For fun.

It was like painting a portrait,

like creating a beautiful work of art.

Like, uh, Leonardo what the fuck?

The guy who did Mona Lisa.

Yeah, yeah. That's him.

That's a good drawing.

Very good drawing.

It's hard to believe

you two guys have only been to car museums.

I gotta pee.

Just hold it.

Not with your hands, you mook!

All right, let's do it.

Do it.

- I can't do it. - It's a stiff.

I know it doesn't make any sense.

I just can't do it, that's all!

Give it to me.

I can't do it, either.

It... It looks like the pope.

What?!

Well, a little bit.

Here.

No. He's got arthritis.

You do it.

Come on.

You know how long I worked on him?

It's like asking me to deface The Last Dinner.

I can't do it.

Oh, shit.

Brick: Let's get outta here.

Jesus.

Come on, come on.

Good shot, Brick.

Our top story...

South Beach residents are in shock today

over last night's shotgun murder

in the lobby of the Raj Mahal Hotel.

A source close to the investigation said,

"This has all the earmarks of a Mob-style hit."

With a note on the unidentified victim...

A note on the victim?

I did that.

You did that?

Yeah.

"And promising more to come."

"Promising"...

With a "Z."

OK.

No prints or serial numbers on the gun.

Very professional.

Here's a wrinkle.

Coroner thinks the guy was already dead

before he was hog-tied and shot.

Somebody is sending a message.

Steve, what are you doing here?

I asked to be put on this one.

No.

It'll give us a chance to talk.

I don't wanna talk.

How are we gonna get back together?

I don't wanna get back together.

Ok, now...

I know things have been difficult

since I went undercover.

Pretending you're someone different all the time...

It takes its toll.

I bring that home with me.

That's not what I was afraid of you bringing home.

Do you have some proof?

Do you? Do you have, like, a shred of evidence?

'Cause if you do, I deserve to know.

All right? And if you don't...

then I say we make love like it was the first time.

I ran a DNA test on a blond hair I found

when I was washing your underwear.

It matches the hair

of a secretary with fake boobs

up in fingerprinting named Lola.

Don't mess around on another detective.

And by the way,

I always hated that foot stuff.

Leave it. Come on, come on.

Bobby: They all showed up...

The local news, the national news,

Entertainment Tonight,

MTV, Access Hollywood,

E! Entertainment, AOL,

the Internet,

"Rim" and Stimpy... Everybody was there!

Bobby: It had to make you laugh.

I mean, a lot of these people would think nothing

of popping a pill from a total stranger

that was covered in pocket lint,

but a messy little murder downstairs

and, ba-da-bing, good-bye.

You guys aren't staying here, are you?

Well, you know, there aren't a lot of options

for guys our age.

The landlord said he'd cut our rent in half.

He'll give us each $1,000

if we sign long-term leases, so, you know...

Oh.

Well, you take good care of yourselves.

And if there's anything I can do...

♪ 'Cause I know what's ailin' me ♪

♪ I don't need no doctor ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ 'Cause I know what's ailin' me ♪

♪ I've been too long away ♪ ♪ from my baby ♪

♪ Now I'm comin' down with misery ♪

I got a feeling I ain't had in a long time.

Women: I don't need no bottle

Yeah, in about 15 years. Heh heh heh.

What about you?

Andrews: For my prescription to be filled

Women: I don't need no...

Ah!

Bobby: Yep. Something had been awakened

in all of us.

And I'm not just talking about, you know...

It was more than that.

After years of rotting away

in demeaning, go-nowhere jobs

and spending our entire free time

living in the past,

we were wiseguys again.

I gotta tell you,

it felt great.

Hey, how about a B-10?

James Brown: Paid the cost of bein' born

Bein' born

I paid the cost of bein' born

Man: We have a G-46.

Let's get lucky.

Man: Here comes a good one.

Woman: 6, 6, 6, 6, 6.

This is N-46.

Bingo!

Unh!

Told you so

Hey, Bobby, how about another round of Slurpees?

On me.

Broads in the Caddy with the top down.

Huh? Just like it was when we were 30.

Whoo!

Except now there were a lot more

pit stops involved.

It's a good thing the wind's not blowing.

Joey: You and your goddamn Slurpees.

Yeah. It really felt like old times.

Swank is what we used to call it.

And everything should've stayed swank,

but the problem was

we were wiseguys,

and wiseguys always mess everything up.

Hi, Bobby.

You're late.

Where is everybody?

How do I know?

I'm not my brother's innkeeper.

So, what's good here?

What is that?

This?

Yeah, that. Is that a Rolex?

You bet your sweet ass, it is.

I won it off Andy the Ice Pick

in Jersey playing cards.

You know, he used to keep it 20 minutes fast

so he'd never be late for... krrk!

You know he retired in '78 with, uh, verticulitis?

He's got a Haagen-Dazs distributorship

up in Cocoa Beach,

3 grandchildren.

What are you, editor of the yearbook?

You'd know, too, if you sent out Christmas cards.

What are you doing with that thing?

I got it out of hock

with the money I'm going to save on the rent.

Don't you understand?

Now is the time to lay low a little bit.

Only a complete dumb scavootz

Bobby: would draw attention to himself

at a time like this with a thing like that.

Brick: Wow, look at that car.

12 speakers!

I got 12 speakers.

Sinatra's singing in my ear.

Hi, Charlie, how's it hanging?

Hey-a, fellas. How's it going?

- Ferris. - What?

What?

What?

Oh. Ha ha ha!

Ferris: Thanks. Ha ha!

Slippery little devil.

There's not enough room in there.

Hello. Ferris, thought that was you.

- Always a pleasure. - Thanks.

- Ooh. - What?

Somebody dropped a 20.

Oh, that's mine.

Thanks.

I got to talk to you guys.

In a minute. I just want to say,

your mouth... beautiful.

- Now. - OK.

In private.

What is your problem?

Huh. What is problem?

You got rocks in your head with that Jaguar.

Don't worry about it.

It's made by Ford now.

The 3 of you have gone completely stupid...

Rolexes, cars, young girls.

We're having fun. Lighten up.

Lighten up?

The cops are going to be sneaking around

asking questions.

We don't want to be drawing attention to ourselves.

Screw 'em.

Yeah, screw 'em.

Get rid of everything.

Who elected you my mother?

Ha ha.

I'm just sayin'...

until this thing blows over, OK?

Come on. Stash the wheels,

Bobby: put away the watch,

get rid of the hooker.

Ohh!

Yeah, yeah, we were wiseguys again, all right...

Fast women, fast cars, fast watches

and a scuffle in the men's room over a broad.

Don't do that. Leave him alone.

Stop!

Let's get out of here.

Bobby: Maybe I did misspeak.

Come on, Bobby. Let's go eat.

Bobby: But Ferris was a pro.

Mouth was hot because he convinced himself

that they had something other than

a business relationship.

I don't know, baby.

Do you think you got what it takes?

Bobby: Which they clearly did not.

Oh. All right.

Thanks, honey. I'll be right out.

I'm just gonna freshen up a little.

But, hey, his money, his fantasy.

No problem.

A little tip...

If you're over 60

and you're ever in a situation like this...

Ferris: Is everything all right

out there, sweetie?

Get the blood flowing as soon as possible.

OK, honey,

I'm all ready for you.

Are you all ready for me?

Ferris: Ahh. Ohh. Ah.

Oh, God. Oh!

You're full of energy, aren't you?

Those ab machines are not a bad investment,

by the way.

It's amazing.

What?

Just being with you makes me feel young again.

Bobby: Here is where the problem started.

You see, after sex...

And this is something we never knew...

Ha ha. Why would we?

Tony "The Mouth" Donato,

a guy quieter than an introverted Trappist monk,

liked to talk.

Italian girl who lived above us by the name of Gina.

I guess my favorite is the mockingbird.

And talk.

Although there's nothing wrong with the finch, neither.

Bobby: About anything.

Pigeons I got no use for.

Yeah, I'm still in the business.

Really?

Bobby: And unfortunately, everything.

Does that excite you?

You have to ask?

Heh heh heh.

Let me tell you about it.

OK.

There was a guy just recently that we had to take care of.

You know, clip him.

Clip?

Bobby: Blabbing to a pro.

That dumb scavootz.

This was bad news.

Right.

Ahem. "Louis Ventana",

"father of reputed South American drug...

Father of reputed South American drug..."

Bobby: Now, as bad news goes,

this was "start your car, and it goes boom" bad.

Shit.

That Popeye. What a mook.

Paper says the old man was senile

with the Alzheimer's.

Said he'd been missin' a couple of days

from one of them old-age homes...

You know, where they only roll out the prime rib

on Sundays when the family visits.

I figure they'd put him there

under an assumed name

so no one knows nothin'.

The old guy thinks it's prison,

so he decides to make a break for it.

Libre!

Libre!

Libre!

Ah!

Bobby: He wanders around the street

with no I.D.,

talking to himself.

Probably has one last fling.

And he ends up down on the beach.

He thinks he's back in the old country.

Adios.

Bobby: Bing! Funeral home.

Bobby: Anyway, that's what I think.

Look, this Ventana, he's a bad guy,

but if we all keep our mouths shut,

then nobody knows nothin' about nothin', huh?

Right, Mouth?

And what I said last night

about laying low...

No offense concerning Ferris.

All the best.

Hi.

Joey: Get out of here.

Ain't no vacancies.

Except for a guy whose head got blown off in the lobby.

Ahem.

How do you know he had his head blown off?

I don't know.

He probably heard me say it.

Figure of speech.

Yeah. It's a figure of speech.

You gentlemen live here?

What are you doing here?

And why do you look like Bruce Willis?

Once this became about Ventana,

Steve: it became about drugs,

which means it's mine, like it or not.

You gentlemen hear anything the night of the murder?

You see anything?

We're 4 old men.

We live on a couple of dollars from the government.

Huh? You give us a can of soup for dinner,

we're asleep by 8:00.

Well, if you think of anything,

please, please call me.

Hmm.

Whoo. That's a pretty nice watch

Olivia: for a guy living off the government.

Eh, it's a fake.

Doesn't look like a fake.

What are you talking about?

He got this for 10 bucks

on the street, you know what I mean?

- No! - I ask you...

Could you do this...

Could you do this...

to a real Rolex?

Uh, yeah, so...

So we'll be sure to call you

if we remember anything,

Bobby: Detective...

Olivia?

That's right. Thank you.

- Thank you for your time. - Thank you, gentlemen.

How old are you?

Hello.

Mr.Bartellemeo,

I ran down the information you gave me.

Olivia.

I couldn't believe it.

It was too big a coincidence.

A cop? Forget about it.

I guess a coincidence is a coincidence

till it ain't a coincidence no more.

Yo, Bobby!

Ferris called.

Said we should come over to The Nasty.

Joey: We could have all the chicken

we want to eat

and no cover.

Do you believe our luck lately?

A sick man...

who, in the end, forgot everything...

Even his own name.

He couldn't remember he was once padrone...

Treated with the respect of a god.

Does he look like a god to you now?

Find out who of my enemies did this...

and bring them to me.

Si, senor.

Ah-ah-ah.

Emcee: Gentlemen, on the center stage,

let's welcome the lovely Ferris.

Mmm.

The Wiseguy Orchestra: ♪ Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Go, go, go, ♪ ♪ you mixed-up Siciliano ♪

♪ All you Calabrese do ♪ ♪ the mambo like a-crazy with a ♪

♪ Hey, mambo, ♪ ♪ Don't want a tarantella ♪

♪ Hey, mambo ♪ ♪ no more a-mozzarella ♪

♪ Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Try an enchilada ♪ ♪ with a-fish, baccala ♪

♪ Hey, goombah ♪

♪ I love a-how you dance a rumba ♪

♪ But take some advice, ♪ ♪ paisano, learn how to mambo ♪

♪ If you gonna be a square ♪ ♪ you ain't a-gonna go nowhere ♪

♪ Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Go, go, go, ♪ ♪ shake like a Giovanno ♪

♪ Mambo Italiano ♪

♪ Shake it, baby shake it ♪

♪ 'Cause I love when you take me ♪

♪ That's nice ♪

Hey, fellas.

That was beautiful.

Thank you.

How do you get up the pole without using your hands?

Is that an optical delusion or anything?

Mouth tells me you're the guys that whacked

Ferris: Raul Ventana's father.

Marc Ferrari, Steve Plunkett: Too hot

Too hot to stop

Man: Work that pole, baby!

Huh.

Guys must tell you lots of things.

Oh, yeah. You hear a lot of dirty little secrets

when you're in the leisure profession.

Blow.

Why? You tired of it?

You're a funny guy.

I like guys who are quick.

Yeah, that must be so,

you being in the leisure profession.

Word has it on the street

that Ventana will pay a lot of money

to find out who popped Papa.

Well...

the street is out there,

and we're in here,

and so far, you still haven't told us why we're here.

OK.

It's real simple.

Either lover boy here is just an old gasbag,

in which case you could tell me

to go screw myself,

but if on the other hand he is telling the truth

and I open my mouth,

house of cards.

So what's it gonna be, boys?

Shall I go screw myself?

Definitely.

Yeah, definitely.

All right.

Bobby: Uh, w-w... Ahem.

Ahem.

What do you want?

I want you to whack somebody.

You want us to whack somebody?

Yeah. My stepmother.

That's it.

You whack my stepmother, I keep my mouth shut.

Steve: Selgado, Vega, Pistone.

A lot of bad hombres here taken care of last night.

I'm sure Ventana's father'd be very proud of him.

Oh, see, now, jumping to conclusions

again there, Detective.

Things aren't always what they seem.

Bad guys always get caught,

like I caught you.

Oh, see?

9 millimeter hollow-point cop killers...

Ventana's favorite.

Yeah, I'm goin' to ballistics anyway.

I'll take it. Check this out.

What is it?

Those are the boxers that you sent to the lab,

- my boxers. - Yeah?

They're not my boxers.

They got switched in the laundromat.

Those are 34, OK?

I would roughly be a 32...

33 tops. That's it.

Remind me, why did I ever like you?

Well, because I hold your hair when you're sick,

I'm a good listener,

I go to those chick flicks with you,

and I'm not like every other asshole you've ever dated.

See, 'cause I know I'm an asshole.

Huh?

Joey: Can you believe this shit?

Whack your own mother.

Stepmother.

Well, that's family, you know?

It's a disgrace.

You know whose mother is still alive?

Frankie "The Rash" Decuello's mom Irene.

Get outta here.

I swear to God.

I got an invitation to her 100th birthday party.

Beautiful hand-engraved card.

I think Frankie must've done it up,

'cause there was a lot of dry, dead skin inside the envelope.

Shut up.

Bobby: Hey, hey, hey! Here we go.

That's her.

Joey: Oh, not bad.

How much you think that little shit Ferris

is gonna get for this?

Millions, I guess.

Look at that place.

Hey, Bobby, we really gonna do this?

We're gonna whack her?

I'm open to suggestions.

You got any ideas, Mouth?

Huh? You're awful quiet

for a guy who likes to blab so much.

He ought to do somethin' about it.

He's the one that made the mistake.

Joey: Why don't you whack her, Mouth?

OK.

Bobby: Forget about it.

Nobody's gonna whack nobody. Ha.

Couldn't even shoot a dead guy,

for Christ's sake.

Bobby: We gotta think of an idea

to get us out of this mess.

I got an idea.

Yes?

Actually, it's more of a notion.

It's...

It's more of a concept, actually.

- Not today! - Ow!

Goddamn it!

Brick: Son of a bitch!

I just tapped him.

Clear.

I got an idea.

Heh heh.

You guys want to go for Slurpees later?

Bobby: Shush! Keep it down.

Well, like I said, uh, you know,

you're welcome to fill out an application,

but I think we're kind of lookin' for someone

a little bit more, you know, my age

that could handle a situation. You understand?

Joey: That's too bad.

I would have looked great in that outfit.

Oh.

Mind if I fill it out anyway?

Oh! Uh! I can't breathe!

Who are you?

Brick: Uh, good. Uh, perfect.

Pepper: I can't... Let me out of here!

Let me out of here! I can't breathe!

Hola.

My father.

He would have been proud.

I wish he knew.

He knows, Raul. He knows.

The important thing is, is that I've avenged his death,

and my enemies are no more.

No one can touch me now.

"Druglord's house"?

Somebody's still out to get Ventana.

Probably some new guy fresh off the boat

who saw Scarface on satellite dish

too many times,

whacks Daddy, burned down the house,

let Ventana and everyone else in town

know he means to take over. Boom.

Deli Diva next door

is the unfortunate victim of burning embers.

In real estate there's only one rule...

Location, location, location.

She bought in the wrong location.

That simple, huh?

That simple.

- I don't think so. - Why not?

Hey, there's evidence missing.

What?

There were shell casings at the crime scene at Calle Real.

They're not here.

They're not accounted for.

Neal here.

Yes, he is. Just a minute, please.

It's for you.

Hans Rolfmuller, a Porsche dealer.

Yeah, that's somethin' I'm workin' on.

Yeah. Cars for guys with small penises.

Hans. Hi. Yeah. I'll be in touch.

Don't ever call me here again.

Mm-hmm.

Bobby: We need to talk, so be cool.

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Bobby: We were hired to kill you.

We thought about it.

So be nice.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Careful with that goddamn tape.

I just had my nose done.

Who... Who hired you?

Joey: Your stepdaughter.

Oh, just shoot me.

But... But not in the face, OK?

Thank God her father is dead,

because this would've killed him.

You never get between a father and a daughter.

Pepper: It's a very tricky thing.

She always hated me.

The wicked stepmother.

It's ingrained from all those

goddamn Bavarian fairy tales.

The Brothers Grimm, you know?

2 Nazi gonnifs.

Oy, gevalt!

My left arm is all tingle-la-schmuntzed.

I'd give my kingdom

for half of a valium, please.

So tell me...

what is that no-goodnik doing now, huh?

For the past 5 years,

we've just sent money to P.O. boxes.

Joey: She's a stripper.

A stripper?

Pepper: Ballet since she was 6 years old

so she could pirouette to show her pupkis?

Brick: I've seen you before.

Where do I know you from?

I don't know. Nowhere.

You're Pepper, right?

For the best deli this side of Brooklyn,

come to Sol and Pepper's at 1520 Collins Avenue.

Lean corned beef, we've got it.

Juicy pastrami, you gotta ask.

Kreplach, knisches. Mmm.

Me ken lecken di finger!

So come, visit us, please.

I got a second wife to support.

Slice the lox, Sol. I want to go shopping.

Uh.

Slice the lox, Sol. I want to go shopping.

That's it!

You're Pepper from Sol and Pepper's!

I can't tell you

how much we love that place,

how many times I got sick

eatin' your free garlic pickles.

Oh! It's always so nice to hear that.

And your free soup! Unbelievable!

It's Pepper from Sol and Pepper's.

Joey: Who gives a shit?!

Joey: Shut up!

My consolidations about Sol.

Pepper: Oh, I know.

It's just a little over a year now.

Too much corned beef, huh?

What are you gonna do?

You know who your neighbor is?

Raul Ventana.

Joey: Cocaine druglord.

A druglord?

Ha. Well, he'll be out

as soon as I let the Standards

and Architectural Committee know.

He's already out.

His house burned down when we torched yours.

You torched my house?

Brick: We had to do it...

uh, to make it look like an accident.

Pepper: Oh, my God!

My house was gonna be featured

House and Gardens!

Well, you can still be in Gardens.

Aah!

Shh.

Hi.

Hi.

Did I just...

Uh, yeah, it was, uh, television.

I like to keep the volume up

because of my, uh...

Did you see the papers today?

Ahem. Uh, what?

Did you see the paper?!

Ha ha ha ha.

Yeah. Yeah, you mean about the thing?

Yeah, yeah. I seen that.

Yeah. Boy, somebody really hates that guy, huh?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Are you positive you don't remember anything

about the other night?

You could be in a lot of danger.

I have a feeling

you're not telling me everything.

You have your mother's eyes.

What?

That was a question.

Do you have your mother's eyes?

Do you think... do you think that I could, um,

that I could come in

and that we could sit down and talk?

No. No, no, no, no.

I... I... It's, uh... maybe another time, OK?

The place is a real mess.

Uh, leftover deli. Ugh.

OK. Um, another time.

You take care of yourself, OK?

Uh, uh, there's something that I wanted to, um...

Heh heh.

Yeah?

You take care of yourself, too.

Aah!

Dr. Ward.

You sure about this?

Mmm. Quite sure.

See, sometimes things

fall into a gray area around here.

Then sometimes, like this,

Dr.Ward: it's an absolute certainty.

Now this was taken from the skeletal remains...

on the bed.

We know this much.

She was Asian. Ha ha.

You know what I mean? You never force it.

Olivia: If the arson attempt

was meant for Ventana,

then why was there a fake skeleton

in the bedroom next door?

And where the hell is this Pepper Lowenstein?

And shit, none of this adds up,

and yet somehow it seems connected.

I tell you what, one thing is for sure...

Whoever's behind it has thought this whole thing through

very methodically.

I went to the Raj this morning, and...

Yeah?

One of the old guys said something strange.

What?

Well, it's nothing specific.

It's more... more a feeling that I got.

Yeah? You think they know somethin'?

I don't know. Maybe.

What are you doing?

Well, you seem tense. Come on, here you go.

Stop it.

Oh, come on. You used to love this.

I used to love Bananarama, too,

but I got over it.

We make a great team, and you know it.

What?

You got your hands on me,

and you're checkin' out every girl in this place.

Oh, come on. Come on. Don't...

You can't even look me in the eye when you talk to me.

Olivia, just... It's gonna take some time,

but let me prove to you

that I am not the guy that you think I am.

You're gonna give yourself a stroke.

I'm goin' home. Thank you for the drink.

- You're going? - Yes.

I'm leaving.

Hi.

You seem tense.

Jorge and Escobar.

I couldn't trust them anymore, so...

take a long look.

Ventana: If you lose my trust,

this... is your fate.

Who tied that knot?

It was me.

I tied the knot.

You can't tie a knot?

You see, this is why everything is so...

It all starts with a knot!

Do you know what I am?

A cliche.

The Latin Mob boss.

Do you know what happens to cliches?

Put your hand down, Miguel.

They die... only to be replaced by something new.

I have more security around me

than the president

of the goddamn United frickin' States!

And still...

The shipment.

Muy importante.

OK?

Whoever this is who is after me,

they know about the shipment,

and they think they can take it from me.

That is why I want extra men on the dock

to help unload.

In the meantime...

a hundred thousand dollars.

Men: Mm-hmm.

To the man who brings me the head of...

of whoever's doing this to me.

What is it, Miguel?

The actual head?

I just don't want no confusions later, jefe.

Anything, Miguel.

Bring me anything.

I mean, the guy was already dead,

so it's not like we really...

Bobby: I told Pepper everything.

We were in this mess together, you know?

And she was OK.

Turns out she was from Jersey, too.

Weehawken. Huh? Ha ha ha ha.

'Nough said.

Nicest hostage I ever met, bar none.

I mean, I had always hoped

that she would show up one day, you know,

and knock on my door lookin' for me.

I just didn't think

it was gonna be about suspicion of murder.

No wonder you've been so depressed, Bobby.

A cop?

Brick: You must be so ashamed.

Pepper: 2 things I want to say.

One... I want to thank you guys

for not killing me.

Brick: It's nothin'.

No, I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

And "B"... Bobby, I think you should call Olivia.

Ah, forget about it.

Pepper: But she's your daughter.

Oh, forget about it.

Pepper: But she'll understand.

I mean, children are a blessing...

or they try and kill ya, one of the two.

"Anthony Donato, Joseph Pistella,

Michael Donatelli, Robert Bartellemeo."

Officer: Wow, you look tense.

Don't even go there.

The files you asked for, I couldn't get them.

They've been reclassified "sensitive."

By who?

Your partner Steve.

Under his complete dominion.

Can you find out where he went for me, please?

You wanna run that by me again?

The remains, the skeletal remains

they found in your stepmother's bed...

Not your stepmother.

You're sure?

I mean, she was always dieting and shit.

Uh, we're sure.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

All right, then, well, who was it in the bed?

And where is my stepmother?

I, uh, I can't give you the details right now,

because, uh...

Have I met you before because...

I don't think so.

Really? I'm telling you, I never forget a...

Face?

Huh? Yeah.

So...

Steve: thank you for your time,

Miss Lowenstein, and, uh...

as soon, uh, as we know somethin'...

all right.

Thank you, Detective... Steve.

I'm followin' that lead for you, Chief.

You may also want to check up on, uh...

the old guys that live over at the Raj Mahal.

I think they may know something, too.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

Knock it off with that "chief" shit.

Crack-peddling big daddy freak machine.

How about that?

Bobby: Yes, yes. So... Y-yes.

It's very important that she gets the message.

Yeah, OK, so... so, please tell, uh, Detective Neal

that when she comes back,

ask her to call Bobby at the Raj Mahal Hotel.

OK? Yes, I need to talk to her.

Thank you.

You did real good, mister.

You are a mench.

Monday is alternate parking.

Keys!

Can you still hot-wire a car?

Can the pope dance?

Can the pope dance?

Joey: Come on!

I love to dance.

My poor Sol. He couldn't dance.

He had varicose veins like a turnpike waitress.

Bobby: Mouth can dance.

He can?

Yeah, he won a cup at Asbury Park for the rumba.

So, that's true...

tall, dark, and very quiet.

Pepper: I'd be delighted.

Dean Martin: ♪ I'd work for you ♪

♪ I'd slave for you ♪

♪ Oh, my. ♪

♪ I'd be a beggar ♪ ♪ or a knave for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love ♪ ♪ it'll have to do ♪

Like old times, Mouth.

♪ Until the real thing comes along ♪

Forget about it.

♪ I'd gladly move ♪

♪ The earth for you ♪

♪ To prove my love, dear ♪ ♪ and its worth for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love ♪ ♪ it'll have to do ♪

♪ Until the real thing comes along ♪

♪ With all the words, dear ♪ ♪ at my command ♪

Whoo! Ha ha ha.

♪ I just can't make you... ♪

"At that moment, Lestat knew..."

♪ I'll always love you, darlin' ♪

Come with me

No te muevas, cabroncito.

Pepper: Aah! Aah!

It's OK. It's OK. I hit mainly rug.

What the hell?

Hey, hey, hey! Get your hands off of me!

Step away from her!

Senorita.

Miguel: Get in here. Drag him in here.

Come on, let's go. Rapido!

Come on! In! In!

Pepper: Oh, my God!

Bobby: Aah-aah-aah-aah!

Easy as pizza pie.

Joey: Great job, Chef Boyar-Dumbass.

All right, it's been a while.

- Ouch! - Jeez!

Miguel: Let's go.

Ferris: All right. All right.

Ferris: Jesus.

Oh, shit.

Ferris: Don't touch me.

Get in the car.

My purse! My purse!

Get in!

They grabbed 'em when I was taking a leak.

It's Ventana!

Ow! Ow! Ow! That hurt. That hurt.

Somebody better start talking soon,

or I'm gonna make shit rain down on all of you!

All of you are going to know what it is

to stand in the middle of a shit hurricane,

until someone begins telling me what I want to know!

So... who wants to start?

Sparkles.

Raul: No?

Come on, Mrs. Bojangles,

come on.

All right, let's go, Captain Kangaroo.

Yes, you.

Attaboy, Captain.

Come on.

Attaboy, viejo.

No.

Goddamn it!

He's working for us?

Baby, come on.

Aah! God!

Baby, you think that I'd...

Aah!

Hey, come on!

Still like my foot, honey?

Raul: Get him out of here.

Ow. Goddamn. I think you broke my rib.

Yaah!

Keep quiet.

Steve: You know what?

If you would've trusted me just a little bit,

none of this would have happened!

Ok. How do I get out of here?

The porthole...

OK.

Shit. Ow.

Let's begin from the beginning.

Let me think.

I can't think of nothin'.

No? Really?

What are you always bustin' my balls for?

Bobby... don't worry about it.

We'll come up with somethin'.

We'll get 'em out of there.

Wait a minute. Remember when Tommy Shakes

got nailed by the Gambino boys?

So?

How did we get him out of there?

In pieces. They blew up his car.

Brick: No, nah,

you're confusing him with Tommy Hat,

which was all that was left.

Tommy Shakes is up in Lauderdale.

Why don't we have a reunion of wiseguys,

class of '65?

Gee, Joey, it's funny you should say that.

Joey: Nothin' funny about it.

We got to come up with an idea.

We have to come up with a...

Brick: Bobby!

He insults me all the time!

It don't mean nothin'!

Jesus, Bobby.

I got an idea.

Telephone.

Yeah?

Frankie. Frankie Rash.

This is he.

Bobby: Frankie the Rash.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Eh, Jimmy Messino.

Louie Thumbs, it's The Brick.

Bobby: Mm-hmm. Billy the Chin.

Joey: Dead.

Bobby: We busted Brick's balls for 20 years

about those Christmas cards.

Brick: Hello, Irene.

No one was busting his balls now.

Yes!

Fat Pauly's.

Oh.

That's adorable.

Hmm.

- Nice. - Fungo.

Hello.

Ahh! Not too many broads, you know.

This will go quicker if you could just hold still.

Nurse: An emergency.

Yeah?

Yeah, this is Jerry.

Hey, Brick. Talk to me. Ohh!

Tommy's.

Tommy?

Yo, Tommy?

OK.

Down the line till someone starts talking.

I start here.

Mouth: Leave her alone.

I'll tell you what you want to know.

I did it.

I'll shoot you right now just for lying!

No, please stop, don't.

Uh, uh, listen.

The truth is, number one...

I never, ever complained

when you had all those loud parties.

And "B"... He didn't kill anybody.

All he did was save my life.

She... my... my stepdaughter over here...

She tried to kill me for the insurance money.

Sorry, I said.

Bullshit!

Ferris: No, don't! She's my mother!

I'm sorry, Mom.

Oh, honey.

Ferris: I don't know what got into me.

I'm worthless! I'm just a worthless human being!

Oh, you're not worthless, honey.

Yes, I am. I'm worthless.

No, you're not. You're so sweet.

I love you...

Shut up! Shut up!

This isn't Jenny frickin' Jones!

What's the matter with you?

Jefe.

Miguel: OK.

OK.

He says he's coming back to kill all of us.

Don't worry.

Oh, my God!

Listen, I have a Hispanic housekeeper

that I love like a sister.

I love everything Spanish.

I love the cha-cha. Cha-cha-cha!

We got family in there.

Let's go.

Take one and pass it back.

And I want 'em back when you're done.

They're loaners.

Raul: Carnival Cruise Line?

Find out what this is.

Wiseguy: No, we're all ready to go.

Knights of Columbus.

We paid for a trip to Bimini.

We're looking for a pier 19.

This is supposed to be pier 19, isn't it?

Man: We want to get on board.

I don't think so.

What's going on here?

We want to go on a cruise.

Get rid of 'em!

My luggage!

My heart! My heart! Aah!

Pauly: Ohh, ohh, ohh...

surprise-o, you rat bastards.

Shit.

Frankie: You move,

and they're guacamole.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

I think this is how Mouth used to do it.

Uhh!

Yeah. That's the way Mouth used to do it.

No pushing. Everybody act nice.

Henchman: Alto! Aah!

Oh, shit!

Ow!

Jerry: You OK?

Yeah!

Sons of bitches!

Who are those guys?

- Whoa! - Whoa!

Whoa!

Ferris: Earthquake.

Hey, Mouth!

This reminds me of Jersey City, 1962.

How you doin', sweetheart?

Pepper: I'm so happy.

I broke my heel.

Ferris: Mom, watch your step.

Who are you?

I'd like to know that, too.

Who are you?

Drop the gun.

Let her go.

Drop the gun!

Raul: Drop it!

Drop it!

Who are you?

I'm, uh...

Unh!

Uhh!

Olivia: Aah!

You wanna know who I am?!

I'm her father... asshole!

Who were those guys?

No, really.

Raul went down for a long, long time.

Raul: Come on, that's all I want to know.

Who were those guys?!

You tell me right now!

Bobby: Screw him.

I always hated drugs.

Bobby: The cops said the street value

of the stuff they found on Raul's boat

was 40 million bucks.

Olivia got all the credit for the collar,

seein' how her old partner Steve...

Stargunn: Yeah!

Bobby: wasn't stickin' around

for a pat on the back.

Stargunn: Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Suck on this.

White lines n' black ties

All I want to do...

It's not every day you get a chance

to put a cheating boyfriend away.

That's got to feel good.

And the topper was...

cocaine wasn't the only thing on that boat.

There were more than 5,000 boxes

of Cuban cigars

on one of the trucks that we took.

Small, medium, or large?

Give me one of each.

Marty: You got it, buddy!

Bobby: Street value...

Enough to put a down payment on the Raj.

We were property owners!

Ah ha ha ha! Marone!

We made it into a kind of retirement home

for old wiseguys who were down on their luck.

I mean, uh, you know, we'd been there,

so why not share the wealth?

Our Wednesday night pot luck dinners

were better than any Italian restaurant

in the city.

People: Mazel tov!

Bobby: Mouth and Pepper.

Forget about it.

Mouth's first marriage, by the way.

He said he never felt like this

until he met Pepper.

He even told her about Ferris.

Pepper said she didn't care about anything that happened

before the day they met. Huh?

Hell of a broad.

Pepper's stepdaughter Maureen...

That's right, Maureen...

She got a second chance.

Pepper took her to some head doctors.

They said she had some issues from childhood.

She seems better.

There you go, Benny. Thanks, Hon.

Always a pleasure doin' business with you.

Everybody OK? How's your meat, Joey?

OK, so she's still workin' on some issues.

You want a little tongue with that, hon?

I did that.

Woman: Bye.

That's a good drawing.

It's a very good drawing.

Bobby: I couldn't believe she came.

You know, she never told anyone

how we were involved in this mess.

I wish I knew what I could have told her

that would have made things OK between us, but...

I didn't know what that was.

Would I change the past? Yeah, but I couldn't.

Do I know now your life doesn't have too much

if you let down your family?

Yeah, but it's... it's just so many words.

30 years. Huh.

Maybe there's nothin' you can say

to make up for 30 years.

Olivia.

Forget about it.

That's beautiful.

Mouth's got Pepper. Bobby's got Olivia.

I guess you and me, we got each other, right?

A fortune-teller once told me

the love of my life

is gonna have dark, curly hair.

I just didn't know it was gonna be on your knuckles!

Oh, speakin' about knuckles, Jimmy Fingers says hello.

Do you ever stop?

He dropped me a card, bragging all about his kid.

Who cares?

His son's some kind of big-time bookie up in Orlando.

Shut up.

Joe Pesci: ♪ Old Man Time ♪

♪ This guy's so mean ♪

♪ The meanest man ♪

♪ I ever seen ♪

♪ He gives you youth ♪

♪ Boom! He takes it away ♪

♪ He takes that nice, curly hair ♪

♪ And turn it gray ♪

♪ He makes you rich, ♪ ♪ makes you poor ♪

♪ What a snitch, that's for sure ♪

♪ All those dreams ♪ ♪ and all those schemes ♪

♪ Ain't worth a dime ♪

♪ You better have a good time ♪ ♪ every day ♪

♪ You'll never get away ♪

♪ From that old guy ♪

♪ That Old Man Time ♪

♪ Let me hear the band ♪

♪ Ah, yeah ♪

♪ That's good ♪

♪ Hey, where's the brass? ♪

♪ Ain't we got no brass today? ♪

♪ Come on, you got brass ones ♪

♪ Give me brass That's it! ♪

♪ That's what I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ All right, kick it! ♪

♪ Old Man Time ♪

♪ He's a bugaboo ♪

♪ Every year, this guy ♪

♪ He changes you ♪

♪ He bends you back ♪

♪ Dims your eyes and you see less ♪

♪ You quake and shake ♪

♪ When he's through, you're a mess ♪

♪ But there's one thing ♪ ♪ he can't change ♪

♪ Love that's true stays the same ♪

♪ It lives on and on and on ♪ ♪ in any clime ♪

♪ Hey, you don't ever have to fret ♪

♪ For a little love, you'll forget ♪

♪ That old guy ♪

♪ That Old Man Time Listen to me ♪

♪ He gave you beauty, charm, grace ♪

♪ And put wrinkles in your face ♪

♪ That Old Man ♪

♪ That Old Man Time ♪

♪ Let me do that, ♪ ♪ Let me do that, bah! ♪