All language subtitles for The Brooklyn.aab.srt

(crowd chatter)
(yelling)

(boisterous music)

(clapping)

(bells ring)

(cheering)

(children giggling)

(bells ring)

(clapping)

(cheering)

- [Voiceover] It was
a very special time.

That year, that
month, that moment

would change our lives forever.

(car horn honks)

- Joe Pepperton, strike ins.

Month of June, 1969.

- Six.

- Homers?

- [Man In Blue] Month of June?
- [Boy] Month of June.

- [Man In Blue] 1969?
- [Boy] 1969.

- [Gray Haired Man] 11.
- [Bartender] 11?

Who the hell do you
think he is, Ron Swoboda?

(men chuckle)

- Santo.

(soft radio chatter)

- Five.

- The man's the best.

How about--
- [Bartender] How about

you go downstairs and get some
ice, and stop breakin' balls.

- Nah, the kid's okay.

Leave him alone, Chick.

Here you go.

- Thanks, Santo.

- Now do as your
grandfather says, all right?

(vocalizes thought)

Look at that.

Gin.

(man speaks in Italian)

- You should be
ashamed of yourself,

takin' advantage
of a man my age.

- Well, you know, it's not
my fault you suck at cards.

- You do, Philly,
you suck at cards.

- I don't suck at
cards, you little prick.

I'm just distracted.

- You're distracted?

- Yeah, it's 100
degrees in this joint.

I'm dyin' here.

- Well, here you go, go buy
yourself a beer, Dracula.

(chuckling)

- Yeah, I got your
Dracula right here.

I should bite your nose off.
(Santo laughs)

Just because you get promoted,

don't think I can't
give you a smack.

You too, (mutters).

(groaning)

Now count the points.

- All right.

All right, it's...

It's one ace.

(mutters)

Two aces, that's two.

That's two kings, that's 10.

- All right, look here, it's
34 points plus 25 for gin.

That's a total of
59 points, yep?

- I know.

- [Philly] For Christ's
sake, Nicky, let Santo do it.

- I got it.

All right, so we add
that to the first game.

That's...

- 134 points for the 1st game.

The 2nd game's schide.

That's 112 plus 100, 64 and 1/3.

- Right.

Oh Count, you got troubles.

At a nickel a point,
you're into him for...

- [Santo] It's $21.05.
- [Nick] Exactly.

- [Man In Suit] Santo,
The Hand wants to see you.

- [Voiceover] No runs, no hits.

No Red Sox (mutters)
and nobody left on base.

The score again (muffled
by background noise)

The Yankees, nothing, and
the Red Socks coming to bat.

(speaking muffled
by background noise)

Well, the big season
for summer driving

(Santo vocalizes curiosity)

- What do you mean The
Hand wants to see me?

- He wants to see
you about your bank.

- About my bank?

- About your bank.

- How does he know
I work for a bank?

- (chuckles) What are
you talkin' about?

Who don't know you
work for a bank?

- Oh, you told him I for a bank.

- What are you sayin'?

This is good for us.

- No, no, no, no, no
this is not good for us.

It's not good, Benny.

This is not good.

I don't even want
him to know my name.

I don't want him to
know anything about me.

I wanna walk down the
street, I wanna see him,

I wanna nod, I
wanna keep walkin'.

That's it, I don't
wanna know him.

- Well, I don't know
now, he wants to see you.

- Oh, you are
fucking unbelievable.

- I thought I was
doin' a good thing.

Anyway, we gotta go.

We gotta go.

(Santo sighs)

(uneasy music)

(car horn honks)

- Here you go, Manny.

Here's the ginger from Fat Sal.

The fat fuck came up 250 short.

(soft music with Italian vocals)

- Wait for me back there.

Santo, how nice of you to come.

Please, sit.

- Mr. Mistera.

- Manny.

- Manny.

- This is Carmine.

- I'll be outside
if you need me.

- So,

Your father-in-law tells me
you're a big shot at the bank.

- No, I'm no big shot.

I'm really a nobody.

- (groans) Come on.

Vice Persident, don't be modest.

- You know, Manny,
it's a big bank.

There's a lot of vice
presidents in such a big bank.

- You underrate yourself,
don't underrate yourself.

(affirmative vocalization)

- You see this
piece of shit here?

He's into me for 60 grand.

He gives me cashier's checks.

Where am I goin' with
cashier's checks?

Yeah, they can be traced.

Someone can ask about them.

Then...

We're gonna have trouble.

And that wouldn't
be good for anybody.

So,

what do you say?

- About what?

- Can you get 'em cashed?

- Manny, I'm sorry, I can't,
I can't cash your checks.

- Santo, the checks are good.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Yeah, I could take a few
and I could check 'em out.

See if there's a
trace, you know.

But you gotta understand
somethin', Manny.

You know, they could
be good one day,

that doesn't mean that they're
gonna be good the next week.

- Don't worry about it.

Here, take 'em all.

- Please, I don't
want to take $60,000

of your cashier's checks.

- Hey, I know your father-in-law

(laughs)

over 100 years, and he
swears up and down for you.

So don't worry about it.

You know, Benny tells me

you're some kind
of a mathematician.

You're like a walking
fucking calculator.

(soft chuckling)

- [Santo] Is that right?
(affirmative grumbling)

- That's a gift.

It's a real gift.

When were you born?

- (laughs) When was I born?

- Yeah.

- May 1st, 1938.

- Taurus.

What time?
- [Santo] What time what?

- [Manny] What
time were you born?

- What time was I born?

I don't know.

Yeah, but I can find out.

- You do that.

You come back, you tell me.

- Yeah, sure.

- Good.

How long is this gonna take you?

- A few days.

- Good.

Come back Wednesday at 9:00.

- Yeah, okay.

- Boy, lookin' at
you is somethin'.

It's like lookin'
at your father.

- My father?

- Yeah.

- Carlo was the best.

(speaks in Italian)
May he rest in peace.

- Hey.

(metallic jangling)

Thank you, Santo.

I owe you.

- Hey, yo, where you goin'?

This is good for us.

- Are you outta your mind?

Don't you give a shit
about your grandkids, huh?

Or your daughter, my wife?

You know what happens
if I fuck this up?

- No, this is good.

- I told you I didn't want
him to know anything about me.

Now he wants to
know my birthday.

- So what, he (mutters),
who gives a fuck?

- Who gives a fuck?

Benny, no, I don't need
this shit, all right.

I heard the last guy that
got in trouble The Hand

has no hands.

Or a fuckin' head
for that matter.

- Complete exaggerations.

- Please, Benny, huh?

I get pinched, I'm
gonna lose my job.

Then they're gonna wanna know
where I got the checks from.

Then what do I say,
then what to I say?

Manny The Hand gave them
to me to see if they're hot

because Basta Cuputto is
the dumbest fuckin' bookie

in Brooklyn.

- You worry too much,
this is a good thing.

Hey.

Where you goin'?

- To figure this out.

- Don't tell your uncle.

(reverent chanting)

(distant shouting)

- [Voiceover] Come on,
come on, come on, come on.

- I haven't got all your
money yet, here we go.

- [Voiceover] Come on.

(shouting)

- [Voiceover] There's
one, there's one.

- [Voiceover] Come on, come
on, give him another one.

(shouting)
(laughter)

Yeah, I'm on fire.

I told ya, you say a
prayer, that's what happens.

(laughs)

That's what it is. (laughs)

- [Voiceover] Your day today.

- When you've filled
the hat, I take it away.

What?

What?

Oh, Father, I'm sorry.

Is there a service
goin' on or somethin'?

- Oh, in the church?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Maybe a funeral though, huh?

(laughter)

How are you?

What are you playin', morra?

Can I play?

Let me play.

- No, no, no, Father,

you don't wanna play.
- [Voiceover] Let him play.

Let him play.

You got money?

- Yeah, come on,
my money's no good?

I got money, look at this.

Come on, me and you,
come on, you're lucky.

It's one game.

- [Man] One game.
- [Father] One game.

Go ahead.

(tense music)

- All right, come on.

(shouting)

(laughter)
(clapping)

- [Voiceover] Lucky
days, come on.

Here goes his lucky day.

(shouting)

(clapping)
(laughter)

(shouting)

(clapping)
(laughter)

- [Voiceover] Come
on, I got you.

(shouting)

(laughter)

- No way, no way.

- [Voiceover] He's
got God on his side.

There's your lucky day.

- [Voiceover] You can't
bet against a priest.

(chuckling)

(speaks in Italian)

- You son of a bitch.

(reverent chanting)

(carnival music)

(bells ring)

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Who is it?

- It's me, uncle Matty.

- Santo.

(smooches) How are ya?

Why are you not home with
Ann and the children?

Is everything okay?

- Ann's at home with the kids.

She's fine, the
kids are fine, but,

Well, there's a problem,
we need to talk.

(speaking in Italian)

It's The Hand.

(troubled guitar music)

(whispering)

- [Voiceover] Santo, I need to
speak to you about something.

(whispering)

Your breakfast is gettin' cold.

- [Santo] Okay.

- [Voiceover] Listen,
I wanna talk to you

before you go to work.

- Yeah, okay, I'll be out
in a minute, all right.

(whispering)

- Are you gonna come out?

Come outta there already.

- [Santo] All right.

(loud thud)

(toilet flushing)

- [Woman] Jesus.

- Jesus what?

- You feel okay?

- Do I feel okay?

- Was it the pasta fagioli?

- No.

- So, listen.

The baby's comin'.

- And?

- And I need a bigger house.

- Come on, we've
talked about this.

Sweetheart, we can't
afford it right now.

You know that.

I just got promoted.

The interest rates are terrible.

- Look, I can't have three
kids runnin' around this place.

I'm gonna lose my freakin' mind.

It's tough enough with two.

- I understand, but what
do you want me to do, huh?

Rob my bank?

- Look, my cousin Angie, she
moved up to Babylon, okay.

They have beautiful houses,
they have nice yards,

five bedrooms and cheap.

- You know what my commute
would be from Suffolk county?

- It's not that far.

- It's the boonies.

(sighing)

Besides, you'd have
to leave your mother.

- No, she'd stay with
us during the week.

- Oh, okay, great.

Let's invite Benny, we
can make it a party.

- Lay off him, Santo, he's good
to us and he loves the kids.

- I know.

Look, I gotta go, all right.

I love you.

- You gotta go?

- Yeah, come here, I
love you, I gotta go.

- No, no, no, see, the
girls are at my mother's.

- Ann, you're pregnant.

- So?

- So, I could hurt the baby.

- Easy, big guy.

- Seriously, I gotta
go, give me a kiss.

(smooches)

- Santo, the baby
wants a calzone.

- All right, I'll pick some up.

- And a cannoli.

- Okay.

(uneasy music)

(soft lively music)

- Good morning, Mr. Bastucci.

- Oh, Mr. Bastucci.

(door clicks shut)

(dial tone)

(buttons click)

(phone rings)

- [Voiceover] National
Merchants Bank, Mastic.

- Anthony Mangone, please.

- [Voiceover] One
moment, please.

- Anthony Mangone.

- Zucci.

- [Voiceover] Hey,
Santo, how are you?

- Eh, you know, can't
complain, can't complain.

How's my bank manager?

- [Voiceover] He
misses Brooklyn.

- Yeah, listen, Zuc,
the bank sends you

where they send you, okay.

Bide your time and I'll
try to get you back here.

- [Voiceover] Yeah, yeah.

I appreciate you gettin'
me the job, you know that.

Hey, how's the Giglio Feast?

How's your uncle doing?

- You know, he's good.
(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Tell him
I said hi, will ya?

- I will do.

Hey, hold on a second, Zuc.

Come in.

- Good morning, Mr. Bastucci.

- Thank you, Clair.

(door clicks shut)

Listen, Zucci, I
need a favor. (sighs)

I have some cashier's checks
that I need to run a trace on

to see if they're clean.

You think you could
do that for me?

- [Voiceover] Sure.

All right, good.

Think you can get it
done by this Wednesday?

- [Voiceover] Yeah, yeah,
what's invoice number

I should put this under?

- No, no, no, this is
under the radar, capiche?

- [Voiceover] (chuckles)
Okay, (speaks in Italian).

What's the cashier's numbers?

- Okay, you got a pen?

- [Voiceover] Hold on.

Okay, go ahead.

- All right, first check.

One, zero, zero, five,
four, five, six, nine, zero.

Total amount: $812.96.

Second check.

One, zero, zero, five, three,
four, eight, five, six.

For a total of $500.65.

Third check.

Zero, nine, six,
five, five, two...

(lively carnival music)

(door clicks open)

- Hey.

(groans)

Nice.

You got the checks?

- Yeah.

- [Benny] Are they good?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

I spoke to Manny.

He told me you are to say
the checks are no good.

- What?

- The checks are no good.

- Why would I say that?

- I guess because Manny wants
to make another 60 large.

- But if I say the
checks are bad,

Basta's dead, cooked,
Jesus Christ, Benny.

- He's not gonna whack him.

He's just gonna scare
the shit out of him.

For puttin' me through this.

He'll also make him pay
60 more, plus the big.

Besides, if whacks
him, he gets ugats.

- Manny told you this?

- Absolutely, but don't worry.

He says he's gonna
take care of us too.

- No, see, you don't understand.

I don't want anything, okay.

This is not me, this
is your problem.

It's not my problem, Benny.

- What the hell's
goin' on out here?

- Never mind, it's okay.

- Is that grandpa?

- Oh, the beauties of the world.

- I'm trying to put them to bed.

- [Ann] Hi, daddy.

- Hi, sweetheart, how are you?

- (smooches) Good.

- Grandpa, sing.

- No, it's gonna make all
the neighbors complain.

- Please don't.

- Sing, grandpa.

(Benny belts out
a song in Italian)

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Keep
it down down there.

(knocking)

- [Voiceover] Yo, shut up.

(knocking)

(girls cheer)

- Okay, thank you, thank you.

- Now sing Dharma.

- Oh no, when I sing Dharma it
means nobody is gonna sleep.

- [Ann] Yes.
- [Benny] And that's not

about you two, 'cause you
two gotta go to sleep now.

- [Ann] Time for bed.

- That baby's comin', huh?

- I know, tell me about it.

- Is it a boy?

- I don't know, we'll see.

- I think it's a boy.

- [Ann] You do?

- Would you like a
nice baby brother.

- [Both Girls] No.
(Benny and Ann groan)

- No, it's good, we
could call him Bernadeto.

- Let's call him Rex.

- Yeah, if he's a dog,
that's what we're gonna do.

- How's mommy doin', she good?

- She got the sciatic,
what am I gonna tell ya?

- Tell her I'm comin'
over tomorrow, all right?

- Yeah, good.

- You want some
coffee before you go?

- I wish I could, I gotta go.

- All right, ladies,
(claps) let's go to bed.

Come on.
(groans of protest)

- Go to bed.

- [Older Girl] I wanna
stay with grandpa.

- (speaks in Italian) now.

- [Benny] I wanna
- [Ann] It's past

- [Benny] stay with you.
- [Ann] your bedtime.

Say goodnight.
- [Benny] Goodnight.

- [Ann] Goodnight.
- [Benny] Goodnight.

- [Older Girl] I
love you, grandpa.

- [Benny] (chuckles) Adorable.
- [Ann] Love you.

(door clicks shut)

- [Benny] Here's how it reads.

When we're in that
room and Basta's there,

if you don't say what
Manny wants you to say,

we got a lotta fuckin' trouble.

Do we capiche?

Okay.

Let's go, I don't wanna be late.

(emotional music)

Carlo was the best.

- Ann, I'll be back later.

- [Ann] Okay.

(music intensifies)

(soft sweet music)
¶ I've got a crush on you

¶ Sweetie pie

¶ All the day and night time ¶

- Sit.

Well?

- Mr. Mis,

Manny.

Can I talk to you in private
for a second, please?

- No, no, no.

- [Santo] Please.
- [Manny] No.

Tell me in front of
this piece of shit.

Are we good?

- [Santo] Sorry, Basta.

- Manny, they're good, I swear.

Santo, please tell him.

Tell him they're good.

(Manny grumbles)
(Basta shouts fearfully)

- Shit, get him outta here.

(Basta cries and groans)
- [Voiceover] Get up.

- Santo, Santo, help me, please.

(yelling)
(sweet music grows louder)

(groaning)

- [Voiceover] Get
the fuck out of here.

(yelling and pained groans)
(blows connecting)

¶ I have got a crush ¶

- No, no, no.

In the basement, you morons.

(groaning)
(shuffling)

(shouting)

- [Voiceover] Get the
fuck in the basement.

- You're a good boy.

These checks, they
coulda put me in a box.

- Manny, if these
checks are hot,

you gotta get them as far
away from you as possible.

Because there's no
tellin' if the feds knew

that Basta had them.

- Why don't you take
'em out and burn 'em.

Thank you, Benny.

(tense music)

(sirens wail in the distance)

- You never came
to bed last night.

What happened?

- [Santo] Nothin'.

- [Ann] Santo, what happened?

- I gotta get ready for work.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Voiceover] Dr. Davis,
telephone, please.

Dr. Davis, telephone, please.

- Oh my God, Gina,
what happened?

(sobbing)

- Billy's been acting
very strange since Sunday.

He won't talk or eat.

And then last night he left
and he never came back.

I got a call at
4:00 this morning.

They found him in the back
of alley off Jackson Avenue

and brought him here.

They beat him like
an animal. (sobs)

- What did the doctor say?

- That he's almost dead.

They broke his jaw, his leg.

He has internal
bleeding, and his face,

oh my God, his face.

Who did this, Santo?

Did he owe money or...

- Ann, take Gina downstairs

and get her somthin'
to eat, yeah?

- All right, honey.

We're gonna go downstairs, okay?

Come on.

(sobbing)

(machines beep)

(emotional piano music)

(clock ticks)

(knocking)
- Yes?

- Mr. Bastucci, your
father-in-law's here to see you.

- Okay.

- You're tellin' me

this is like a foot and
1/2, two feet thick, huh?

- Yeah, seeya.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna have to
get a bigger drill.

(woman laughs)

- Well, we keep our cash
in the basement strong.

We use this for foreign
currency and cashier's checks.

- [Benny] You don't say.
- [Woman] Yeah.

- [Santo] Benny.
- [Benny] Yeah.

Oh, Santo.

Here, I got pignolis, have one.

- [Santo] No.
- [Benny] No?

You know this guy over here?

That's my son-in-law, he's
a big shot in this bank.

- I know, Mr.
Musacchia, he's my boss.

(Benny laughs)

- Benny.

- You know, if I was your boss--

- Thank you, Beth.

Benny.

- (Beth giggles awkwardly) Yes.

- Here, have one
of these, go on.

- Why dont you come
back to my office

where I can speak
to you in private.

- Yeah, sure, bye,
honey. (chuckles)

Yeah.

Hello.

- What the fuck happened?

- What?

- Where are the checks?

- [Benny] I burned 'em.

- You burned 'em?

- I mean, not yet.

But don't worry, it's
all under control.

- [Santo] Under control?
- [Benny] Yeah.

- [Santo] Under control.

You know who you're
fuckin' with.

If Manny finds out

- How is Manny gonna find out?

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

If your blood wasn't pumpin'
through my kids, Benny.

- Hey, you worry too much.

It's all under control.

This is very good for us.

- Oh, it's good for us?

- Absolutely.

- What about Basta?

- [Benny] Basta's fine.
- [Santo] Basta's fine?

He's in intensive care.

- [Benny] It's okay, a
couple of bruises, all right.

By the way, what is the
exact hour of your birth?

- What?

- When were you born?

- What is it with this shit?

- Manny wants to know.

- Well, I don't know.

Tell him 11:30 at
night, who cares?

Jesus Christ, you know,
you're losing your mind.

(knocking)
- [Voiceover] Mr. Bastucci.

- What?

- Sorry to bother you, but
I just wanted to remind you

you have a meeting with
Mr. McKenna at 5:00.

- Yeah, okay, I remember.

Thank you.

(door clicks shut)

- Who's that?

- What?

- That guy, McKelley, McKessler.

- McKenna, our senior
vice president.

- (vocalizes intrigue) Nice.

Does he like action?

- Benny.

- I gotta go away for a
couple days, all right?

Anybody asks you,
you have not seen me.

- Where are you goin'?

- [Benny] I'm goin' campin'.

(Santo laughs)

- [Santo] Campin'?
- [Benny] Campin'.

- [Santo] (laughs) What?

- Yeah.

You know what, Manny
was right about you.

You are just like your father.

- What is that, what is that?

- What do you mean?

What's that crack, you're
just like your father?

Why did he say that?

(knocking)

- You're just like your father.

- Sorry to bother you
again, Anna's on two.

- Yeah, I'll be with
her in a minute, please.

(door clicks shut)
- All right.

I gotta go.

Kiss my grandchildren for me.

Hey, sweetheart,
where you, in Astoria?

(speaking in Italian)

- Wow, (speaks in Italian)

- Can I get some
fries with that shake?

(lecherous chuckling)

- See, man, so last night.

Two for three.

- Nice.

- Single, double.

One RBI.

- Hey, boss, how are ya?

("Who's That Lady" by
The Isley Brothers)

(speaking in Spanish)

- Oh yeah, (speaks in Spanish)

(speaking in Spanish)

- What are you lookin' at?

- [Voiceover]
Don't you PRs work?

- Fuck you, fat boy.

(laughter)

Fuck you, too.

- What'd she say?

- [Manny] Nothin'.

(blows air)

(speaking in Spanish)

- Need me for
anything else, boss?

- Nah, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Carmine, let's go.

Buona sera.

Buona sera, (mumbles)

- [Voiceover] Daddy, grandpa.

(chuckling)

- [Carmine] Hey,
how's my little girl.

- Why didn't you tell me you
wanted to come for dinner?

We would have come to you.

- [Manny] It was a spur
of the moment decision.

- Okay, well, dinner will
be on the table soon.

- Get over here, get over here.

Sit right there,
sit right there.

Como esta, papa?

- Bene, bene.

- Okay, all right.

Let me see, let me see.

Oh my God, you got
potatoes in your ear.

- Daddy, I wanted to talk
to you about something.

- Get me some toothpicks,

cotton balls and
some warm water.

All right.

Hey, your mother
ever check your ears

when you come home from school?

You know, when grandpa
came home from work,

the first thing I did

was check your mother's
ears for potatoes.

(giggling)

- Daddy, why do you
tell her such nonsense.

- Hey, if it wasn't for me,

all the little beggars
from (mumbles) alley

would be at our doorstep beggin'
for free potatoes. (laughs)

- [Woman] Daddy.
- [Manny] Yeah.

How is he?

- [Woman] Same.

You know, daddy,
Carmine had a good idea.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Well, Carmine
thought maybe we could

go into some investment
deals together.

Maybe buy some real estate.

- Hey, don't I take care of you?

- Of course, but this could be,

you know, for the future.

- You and Manualle, you're
always gonna be taken care of.

- I know, daddy.

- Come on, I got more
important things to do.

There.

(sings in Italian)

(low humming)

(soft orchestral music)

- Okay, so I've gathered
my vice presidents.

So let's go talk to them now.

- Santo, what's a
10 year (mumbles)

- Why don't we just go talk
to them now, all right?

- [Mustached With Paper] Santo.

- [Boss] Listen up.

- Santo?

- 7 and 1/2.

- Bastucci.

Would you like to
run this meeting?

I called all of you here today

to introduce you to a man

who will be working very
closely to each of you

over the next few months.

This is Special
Agent Thomas Cahil

of the United States
Secret Service.

He is to have your
full attention.

And to be treated
with the same respect

that you would treat me.

Special Agent Cahil
is investigating

a growing concern
in our industry.

Specifically, wire fraud
and money laundering.

Are there any questions?

- I thought the Secret Service
only guarded the president?

- Are there any
pertinent questions?

- Oh no, that's okay.

We get that question
all the time.

It's true, the Secret Service
does protect the president,

vice president, former
presidents and their families.

And before Vietnam
I served briefly

under a United States president.

But as Steven has said,

we also investigate
financial crimes.

Counterfeiting.

Wire fraud, money laundering.

Recently we've seen a
rash of these crimes

in the banking industry.

Specifically,
National Merchants.

So,

I'm here to take a look
at the transactions

that have gone on over
the last few months

and shed some light
on the problem.

I look forward to speaking
to each of you personally.

Thanks for your time.

- Gentlemen.

- What the fuck
was that all about?

- That McKenna's an
incredible prick.

(soft opera music)

- These frikadelles
are the best.

- Yeah, keep
eatin', keep eatin'.

We're gonna put you in the
Thanksgiving Day Parade.

We're gonna call
it the Gumba Float.

(laughter)

- I get 'em from Viro's.

- [Manny] Yeah,
you're makin' Dumbo

look like Twiggy the model.

(laughter)

- Pay for them
outta that wallet?

- Fuck you, it was a gift.

- A gift from who?

Your boyfriend?

- Ba fungul, all a ya.

(laughter)

You done with that paper?

- [Carmine] No.

- I thought you said
you wasn't done.

- I'm not.

- You got eyes in
the back of your ass?

(laughter)

- You want the paper?

- I want the paper.

- Do you want the paper?

- I want the fuckin' paper.

- Come get the paper.

- [Voiceover] Oh, you
gonna take that shit?

- Oh, hey.

Come on, gimme the paper.

Here.

- You pussy.

- Now take a walk.

I wanna talk to my son-in-law.

Carmine, pull up a chair.

I talked to Maria.

(Carmine sighs)

- Yeah, I thought maybe we
could make some moves together.

- Don't I take care of you?

Do you want for anything?

- No, but, you know, I just--

- I don't need any partners.

Capiche?

- Yeah.

- [Manny] Tommy.

Scalzo.

(bells chime)

(pious organ music)

- Our Lady of the
Blessed Sorrows.

- [Voiceover] Pray for us.

- San Paulino.

- [Voiceover] Pray for us.

- I wanna begin today's mass

with a prayer for Billy Cuputto.

You may know him as Basta.

He was viciously beaten.

And he's recuperating
in a hospital.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit,

amen.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

- [All] hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done.

(carnival music)
(crowd chatter)

- [Voiceover] How
you doin', Gus?

- Good.

I'm not sure if I want the
sweet or the hot sausage.

- How the fuck does your
stomach know the difference

between a sweet and hot sausage?

- Listen, fuck you.

- Why don't you try
the combination?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
gimme a half and half.

And don't slight
me on the peppers.

- Jesus Christ.

Is that for me?

- Absolutely.

- Nice.

Well, pay the man.
(Carmine chuckles)

- Gimme another
one just like that.

Fuck off, will you?

- Oh, there you go, huh.

Ba fungul, keep it.

- You gonna eat
that too, come on.

¶ Come fly with me

¶ Let's fly

¶ Let's fly away

¶ If you can use
some exotic boozes

¶ There's a bar in far Bombai ¶

- [Ann] Hi.
- [Voiceover] How are you?

- [Blonde Girl] Hi.
- [Voiceover] Hi, girls.

Santo, how are you?

- [Voiceover] I'm
good, how are you?

- [Ann] Nice to see you.
- [Voiceover] You too.

- [Ann] Hi.
- [Man] Hi.

- [Ann] I'm doing well, thanks.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

- When are you due?

- A few months.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Thanks.

- The kids are beautiful.

- Thank you.

- Pasquale, look how
well behaved they are.

- Not like your kids.

- Now their my kids.

(laughter)

- Your kids are great.

- Thank you.

We have a table
all set up for you.

- Oh, thanks so much.

- Enjoy your dinner.
- We'll see you later, all
right?

- Enjoy your dinner, girls.
- [Girls] Thank you.

- [Ann] Come on. Thanks.

- [Woman] Good to see
you, enjoy dinner.

- Uncle Matty.

- [Matty] Hey, hey.
- [Girls] Hi.

- [Ann] Say hello.

- [Matty] Hello, baby, hello.

- Hi, uncle Matt.

- Hello, darling,
good to see you.

- You too.

- Your table is there.

- What?

- Your table is gonna
be over there, sir.

- Thanks.

- I'll be there in a minute.

How are you?

- [Ann] I'm doin' well.

- [Matty] You're doin' good?

- [Ann] Yes, I'm great.

Well, enjoy your
meal, all right.

- [Matty] Hungry?

- [Ann] They're starving.
- [Blonde Girl] Yeah, food.

- [Ann] We're gonna
go sit down, okay.

See you later.

- You didn't see that.

- Here we go.

Want some bread?

- [Santo] Thank you.
- [Ann] Thank you.

- [Santo] Your
napkin, your napkin.

(giggling)

¶ They say come fly with me

¶ Let's fly

¶ Let's fly away ¶

(shouting)

(lively music)

(clapping)

- Come on, one dance.

- No, go ahead, you do it.

- All right.

Girls, you wanna dance?

- [Matty] Come on,
come on, beautiful.

Come on, you're dancin' with me.

- All right, (drowned
out by music).

Let's go.

(laughter)

(tense tones creep in)

(door creaks)
(bell dings)

- Where you goin'?

- I gotta take care of
somethin' for Manny.

- All right, don't take
too long, I got shit to do.

- This won't take too long.

(tense music)

- He's with the pigeons.

- On the roof?

- On the roof with the pigeons.

- Hey, well, it's better
than the basement.

- Yeah, you don't wanna get
call if Manny's in the basement.

Go ahead.

Right up there.

(door slams shut)

(music grows more unsettling)

(footsteps echo)

(door clicks shut)

- [Santo] Manny.

- Oh.

Santo.

Como esta?

- I'm fine, thanks.

Carmine said you
wanted to see me.

- Yeah.

(baby talks to pigeon)

- So, is that the champ?

- No, no, no, no, no.

This is an old girl.

She lost her bearings.

She cost me 2,000 last week.

- That's too bad.

- Whatever.

What are you gonna do?

(cracking)

Have you seen Benny?

- Benny?

No, I haven't seen him
since last Wednesday.

- Any idea where he might be?

- [Santo] He's camping.

(Manny laughs)

Camping?

- Yeah, he's camping.

(Manny laughs)

- Well, when you see him,

you tell him to
call me, all right?

- [Santo] Yeah.
- [Manny] Okay.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

You know, I come here at
night and I look at the stars.

I always find them interesting.

Me and Carl Sagan. (laughs)

But people think

I'm batz.

Unbelievable.

You see, every man has a path.

And every so often,
that path changes.

And it all depends on where

and when he was born.

If the stars are aligned,

there ain't nothin'
he can do about it.

Unless he knows how
to read the stars.

You know what I mean?

I love this neighborhood.

These people.

These people have
been good to me.

And I protect them like
they're my own familia.

(speaking in Spanish)

This neighborhood's changin'.

Spics are comin' in.

And the people, they
look to me to keep order.

- Hey, baby.
(woman yells in Spanish)

(ominous music)

(woman shouts)
(blows connecting)

(woman cries out)

(loud smack)

- This piece was here
before I was born.

Loyalty.

Tradition.

Family.

It's all that matters.

And I need help.

I need help to keep it that way.

(woman cries out)

- [Woman] No.

Please, no, no.

Please.

(fabric ripping)
(screaming)

- You know the history
between me and your father?

- Tell you the truth, Manny,

I don't know too
much about my father.

He died when I was two.

- But what did your
uncle tell you about him?

- [Santo] That he was a butcher.

- He tell you how
your father died?

- He went to the dentist,
there was an infection.

- No, no.

I'm gonna tell you.

This might not make
your uncle happy, but

fuck it.

Your father was my best friend.

We ran this
neighborhood together.

I treated him as an equal.

And I should have no equal.

(uneasy music)

But in my business, your
father was priceless.

He had a rare gift for numbers.

Like you, yeah.

Like you.

But the beauty of it was
he had it all in his head.

No ledgers.

No evidence.

Boy,

was he smart.

He was partners to a gangster.

And brother to a priest.

Anyway.

Back then was buildin'
up a big reputation.

And we were always
off to Harlem.

And after awhile there
was a little dispute.

Nothin' major.

But Benny, he went up there

(vocalizes pain)
(laughs)

and he caught a beatin'.

I mean, well, I couldn't
let it go unanswered.

So I went to the best man I
know who could handle this.

Your father.

But he knew, he knew
this was a tough go.

So he comes to me

and he says,

(sighs)

he says, "Listen, if
anything happens to me,

"I want you to do the
right thing about my son.

"I want you to let
him make it his way.

"The right way, not our way."

And I listened.

And I stayed away.

But what your father
failed to understand

is that no matter what,

each of us are made
for somethin' in
this fucked up world.

And no matter how
much we try to deny

or make decisions to avoid it,

at some point it stares
you right in the face.

Like your father.

His path

was to go to Harlem

and straighten out that problem.

(carnival music)

- So, how did my father die?

- Like you said,

tooth infection.

(sirens wail in the distance)

(machines beep)

- The checks were good, Santo.

When I had 'em last
week, they were good.

I can't understand
what happened.

It's all my fault.

- No, Basta, it's
not your fault.

It's not your fault.

- I gotta make him whole.

Santo, how can I make him whole?

I don't have that type
of juice on the street.

I need my hands.

He'll take my hands.

- No, Basta, I'm
gonna make it right.

- How can I hold my
kids with no hands?

(sobs) how can I hold my
kids with no hands, huh?

How can I hold my kids
with no hands, Santo?

(tense notes)

(emotional music)

- [Ann] You okay?

- Yeah.

It's...

Got a lot on my mind.

I'm here, all right.

- Yeah, I know.

(knocking)

- [Ann] Santo, get the door.
(knocking)

- Who is it?

- It's your uncle.

(speaks in Italian)

- [Voiceover] Come on,
please, just give it to me.

(both laugh and mumble)

- [Voiceover] Give it to me.
- [Voiceover] Give it to me.

- [Ann] Hey, if I
have to come in there.

- [Voiceover] Stop it.
(muffled arguing)

- [Matty] Ann, thank you
for having me, really.

- [Ann] Uncle Matt,
please, any time.

(Ann groans)
- Uncomfortable?

- Yeah, this one kicks.

- (laughs) It's a boy.

- We'll see, I don't know.

- Yeah, yeah, did
you discuss names?

- [Ann] I like Bernadeto.

- [Matty] Like your father.
- [Ann] Exactly.

- [Santo] I like Rex.

(Matty scoffs)

- I'm not so
worried about names,

but where we're gonna live.

- You are growin' outta
this apartment, Santo.

- [Ann] See.
- [Santo] But Ann did say,

after the baby comes,
she's gonna get a job

so we can afford a house.

- [Ann] Yeah, I'm
gonna rob a bank.

- Yeah, yeah.

She'll do no such thing.

- No, no, we're fine.

Very happy here.

- [Ann] I'm gonna take these.

- Here, here.

Go lie down, he'll
clear the table.

- No, it's fine, I gotta
do the dishes and--

- Ann.

Santo will do that too.

You go lie down and rest.

Go ahead.

- Santo's gonna do it?

- [Matty] I guarantee it.

- Go ahead.

- All right.

Uncle Matt, you come over
more often, all right?

- [Matty] Come here.
- [Ann] Love you.

- [Matty] God bless
you, sweetheart.

(chuckles)

I see you're spendin'
time with Manny.

I want you to be
careful, you know.

He's not to be trusted.

He's a bad guy.

(Santo sighs)

Your father wouldn't approve.

- My father?

Uncle Matty, you wanna
tell me how my father died?

- What did Manny tell you?

- That the two of them
ran the neighborhood.

Manny the Hand and
Carlo the Butcher.

Best friends.

And then he went on to tell
me some story about Benny.

Up in Harlem.

You know about that?

- Whatever I know
will do you no good.

Manny is a user, Santo.

I've known him a
long, long time.

Before your father,
before my vows.

I married him.

I christened his daughter.

I married her to
that bum, Carmine.

You be careful.

You do what you gotta do.

But do not get wrapped
up in his life.

You got a good job, you got a
beautiful wife, nice family.

Don't look into the past.

- I gotta look into the past.

I don't know who my father was.

You never told me the
truth about my father.

- I wanted you to know your
father the way I knew him,

not the way Manny knew him.

- Yeah, well, who's
gonna tell you

that your father's a crook.

(loud smack)

(tense music)

- There's nothing down
that path for you.

- Yeah, well, tell
that to Manny.

- (mutters) Manny
should place his faith

in somethin' other
than the stars.

- (sighs) I'm gonna kill Benny.

- Listen to me.

Your father-in-law's
not a stupid man.

You believe me.

He hasn't survived in
the street this long

because he couldn't
navigate the waters.

I mean, come on, use
your head, will ya?

You got eyes?

He's carried the
burden of Harlem

and your father's
death a very long time.

Long time.

- I'm gonna make
it right by Basta.

I have an idea.

I need your help.

(curious music)

- Here you go.

- [Santo] These are up to date?

- As of last night.

- Thank you.

- Agent Cahil is in your office.

- [Voiceover] Santo.

- Agent Cahil.

- Am I interrupting?

- Not at all.

- Do you have some time for me?

- (sighs) Sure.

I was just about to
review some things.

But what's up?

- Do you

keep a tab of each of
your accounts' balances?

- I try to stay on
top of everything.

- You must have
thousands of accounts.

How on Earth do you
retain all of that?

- Well, I don't
remember everything.

- Just some?

- Well, more than just some.

- [Agent Cahil] They tell me
you're like an idiot savant

when it comes to numbers.

- Well, if you ask my
wife, I'm just an idiot.

(both chuckle)

- Can I have some fun?

- It was recently updated.

I haven't really had
time to review it, so--

- That's okay.

Previous week's
balances are right here.

Let's see.

Account number

nine, nine, eight,

seven, two, three, two.

- You know, I really
think this is--

- Oh come on, Santo.

Let me see what you got.

- $795.

- And.

- 67 cents.

(Agent Cahil vocalizes awe)

- That is unbelievable.

We're gonna have you
crackin' codes in no time.

Oh God.

This heat.

It's cooler in New
England, but not by much.

- Is that where you're from?

- [Agent Cahil] Yeah,
just outside Boston.

(groans)

- There's some good Italian
restaurants in Boston.

- [Agent Cahil] Oh
sure, north end.

Actually, I did
some work up there.

- Is that so?

- Yeah, remember that mob war
they had a few years back?

- Yeah, sure, late 60's.

- Yeah, well, when
all that was goin' on

we got together with the FBI

and the Boston PD
on a task force.

We infiltrated the Italians

by getting one of their
minor players to flip.

I'm sorry.

I said Italians instead of mob,

and I did not mean that
in a derogatory way.

You see, in Boston, we
also have the Irish mob.

It's very powerful,
quite ruthless, actually.

So in order not to
confuse the two,

I said Italians.

To me it doesn't really matter.

Either group, pieces of shit.

Not people of Italian or
Irish descent, mind you.

I mean, I'm Irish
on my father's side.

Rather mobsters.

Pieces of shit.

Where was I?

Oh, right, how'd I
get this guy to flip.

So, most minor players

don't really know what they're
getting themselves into.

Most times, believe it or not,
they're either conned into it

or they just, they want
taste of that life.

Money.

Power.

And then when they find out

it's not really
what they expected,

it's too late.

They're in too deep.

And then we find out
what their weakness is

and just squeeze 'em.

- Well, that'll do it.

(both chuckle)

- Yeah.

Well, sometimes it's
the threat of prison.

And sometimes,
believe it or not,

it's not so much
what they can lose,

but more what we can give them.

- I don't understand.

- Well,

sometimes

it's really better if
they just stick around.

And that way

they can keep doin'
what they're doin',

and we get a better
look at the big boys.

No harm, no foul.

In this specific case,

they were leveraging
the odds on horse racing

by laying off bets

and them funneling their
winnings through a local bank.

Inside job.

Most times it is.

Anyway.

I wanted to ask if
you had some time,

so we could go over
a few transactions
that we red-flagged.

- What did you find?

- I don't wanna go into it now.

I'll have the entire file

when we have a chance to
sit down more formally.

- I'd be interested to see.

- Great, how about
early next week?

- I take my vacation next week.

There's a Feast in
my neighborhood.

- That's the thing
with the float?

- The Giglio.

(Agent Cahil struggles
with pronunciation)

Giglio, it's religious.

- I'll see you
when you get back.

Thank you very
much for your time.

- My pleasure.

- And by the way, I wanted
to tell you that you really,

you got a beautiful family.

- Benny, I'm gonna
fuckin' kill you.

(curious music)

(typewriter keys click)

¶ Tell me somethin' good ¶

- Hey, ho, hi, oh.

Hi, sweetie.

Ciao bella.

Matteo, (speaks in Italian)

- 200 in.

- I'll call him.

200.

And I'll pop in at 50.

(tense music)

- Raise him, stupid.

- He's only got 50 left.

Scalzo.

Give him 500.

- See your 50.

And I'll raise you--

- Put it all in.

- All in.

- So, what are you gonna do?

- I'm out.

- Good move.

- So, what do we got, fellas?

(music intensifies)

(music breaks and softens)

- Good game.

(knocking)

- Come.

What was the amount
of that final hand?

- 3100.

- That's what I thought.

You should have folded.

- Why would I fold
when we're all in?

- You got your father's
head for numbers, kid.

But I never knew
you had his balls.

- No, unc, I don't want this.

- It's not for you.

- I don't understand.

- You'll figure it out.

Go ahead, come on, I'm busy.

(uneasy music)

- Manny wants you to stop
by for a cup of coffee.

(dramatic music
with Italian vocals)

- Hey, what do you say?

- Manny.

- Sit down, sit.

That's a nice game
of cards you played.

You see how I set
'em up for you?

I knew had shit and
you got a better hand.

How much was in that pot?

About 3,000?

- (laughs) Yeah.

Yes.

Thank you, thank you for that.

- What's this?

You didn't have to.

No.

You're a smart boy, Santo.

He's smart, like his father.

Smart.

Have a good evening.

- You're sure makin' a name
for yourself around here.

Can you tell me
what that's about?

Santo.

- What?

- You haven't been listening
to a word I'm sayin'.

Can you tell me what's
goin' on with you lately?

Is it Basta, work, what?

- I'm sorry, what did you say?

- I was sayin', for someone
who doesn't wanna be noticed,

that stunt you pulled
last night with Manny

isn't doin' you any favors.

- What stunt?

- Santo, please,
it's all over town.

You made him look like a jackass
in front of his whole crew.

- This just happened last night.

- So, why didn't
you fold the pot?

- I couldn't.

- What, you're tryin'
to play Robin Hood?

Try not to get
yourself killed, okay?

Don't worry, Santo Bastucci.

They have to go through
me to get to you.

(soft radio chatter)

- Billy.

Go get some ice.

- I just got ice.

- Go and get some ice.

- How you doin', kid?

I haven't been in
this place for years.

It never changes.

Can I sit?

- Yeah, of course.

- Carmine, get me some coffee.

So, how you doin', kid?

Everything all right?

Your family, work?

- Yeah, everything's
okay, thank you.

- (sighs) Those fuckin' Yanks.

They're takin' a pounding.

I don't think they ever took
a beatin' like this ever.

- Actually, they lost by
18 to Cleveland in 1928.

- You don't say?

You see.

I'm tellin' ya, I need a guy
like you with your talent.

- Manny, thank you
for thinkin' of me.

But, you know, please
understand, I'm
not like my father.

I got a good job at the bank.

I try to keep my nose clean,

and just make sure that I
can take care of my family.

- Well, we all wanna
take care of our family.

- No, I didn't mean
any disrespect.

It's just...

I don't think there's
anything I can do for you.

- Well, let's say
I just hire you

in a professional capacity.

A banker.

You give me some advice
every once in awhile, huh?

I'll give you 1,000 a week.

I help you the way you
helped me with Basta.

We're closed.

- Closed?

Really?

- That's right.

(Agent Cahil sighs)

- Maybe just a beer.

- You heard the man.

We're closed.

- Okay.

See you all around.

(Manny sighs)

(door clicks open and shut)

- [Voiceover] Good
morning, sir, how are you?

(soft chatter)

- Hello, welcome to
National Merchants Bank.

May I help you?

- Lisa.

Why don't you take a break?

I'll take care of this customer.

- Sure.

This is Anthony Mangone,
our branch manager.

- Zucci, how are you?

- Father, good to see you.

You got somethin' for me?

- [Matty] I do.

Santo said to cash these.

- Okay, good.

Come to the office.

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life ¶

- [Agent Cahil] Santo.
(horn honks)

Santo.
(horn honks)

(horn honks)

- Wow, where you
think you're goin'?

Move that piece of shit.

- [Agent Cahil] What,
are you goin' bowling?

(shouting)

- [Santo] I'm
goin' to the Feast.

- Well, you mind
if I walk with you?

- [Angry Driver] You
can't leave that car

in the street like that.

- Sure.

- Jack-off.

- My wife's got a craving,

so I'm gettin' her some
zeppolis, you know.

- Oh, she's pregnant, huh?

- Yeah.

- So, boy or a girl?

- No, we wait.

(Agent Cahil laughs)

- You like surprises, huh?

- Not really.

(carnival music)

- [Agent Cahil]
This is great, huh?

So much tradition.

- [Santo] 100 years.

- It's a tight-knit
community, isn't it?

Hey, Santo.

Can I confide in you?

- [Santo] I wish you wouldn't.

- (chuckles) Look.

I don't mean to jam you up.

But I know that you were
approached by Manny Mistera.

And I got my orders.

They're pretty explicit.

Mistera's gotta go down,
one way or another.

I just don't want you
to be collateral damage.

So, what do you say?

- Do a dozen.

- [Agent Cahil] Hey,
what do you know.

They look just like beignet.

- What the fuck is a beignet?

(Agent Cahil laughs)

- I love it.

What the fuck is a beignet?

(bell dings)

(soft music)

- These for me?

- I'm here to see Manny.

- Oh yeah, right.

Open the bag.

¶ Darlin', falling
in love ain't a game

¶ Girl, every man's
life ain't the same

¶ So don't judge me by
guys that you knew ¶

- He's on the roof?

- No, no, he's in the basement.

(tense music creeps in)

Knock yourself out.

(music grows more unsettling)

- Manny?

Manny?

(distant speaking)

- [Voiceover] Are you
crazy, that's Perry Como.

Santo.

Oh, I heard you were comin'.

- Benny.

- Come here, come on.

Good to see you, you look good.

Sit.

Everything's all right?

- [Santo] Yeah.
- [Manny] Yeah.

Sit, sit.

- [Santo] I don't know
how to say this, but,

well, this is for you.

- What's this?

- That's to pay Basta's debt.

- Wow, wow, wow, hey, hey.

Where'd you get this?

Benny told me you're loyal.

You're just like your father.

He was the best.

- Carlo, Carlo (speaks
in Italian), the best.

- You know, this life of ours,

it's goin' into the toilet.

The Feds, they're
breathin' down my neck.

You saw, you know.

Your father-in-law knows.

It's just a matter of time
before somebody flips.

And I had to see for myself

you are who your
father-in-law said you are.

And then just like boop,
boop, boop, boop, this,

you come up with 60 grand

to save that piece
of shit Basta's life.

And you thought Benny scammed me

when he told me the
checks were no good.

And you didn't rat on him,

even though you know it
might cost you your life.

I need that kind of loyalty.

- What about Basta?

(Manny mutters)

- What about Basta,
what about Basta?

- He's in intensive care.

I mean, the money's
good, it's good.

And he didn't deserve that.

- Deservin' ain't got
nothin' to do with it.

Basta is stupid and sloppy.

And in my business,
that gets you clipped.

Basta got off easy.

He's out.

You're in.

The 60 grand is juice.

For you to open your books.

Welcome aboard.

- No, Manny, this
life isn't for me.

It's not for me.

(Manny grunts aggressively)

I need

your father.

And it's been 30
years since he's dead.

And I haven't met
anybody like him.

Not up until now.

You're smart and you're loyal.

Not like those galoombas I
got workin' for me upstairs.

(scoffs) Wastin' your
time behind a desk.

Now, we both know that.

Your father-in-law,

I love him.

I love him.

I'll tell right to his face,

"You're not that smart."

He ain't got no brains. (laughs)

And I tell that to
him, right to his face.

The other night on the roof,

I told you about the
paths people take.

Well, your path is with me.

I see that.

Everything's in order.

It's a very special time.

The stars, they're all aligned.

This month.

This year.

This moment

will change our lives forever.

(gun fires)

(high pitched ringing)

- What the fuck?

(tense music)

- Benny?

(gun fires)

- Burn these.

They're no good now.

- You got it, boss.

(carnival music)

(clapping)

(shouting)

(cheering)

(music turns emotional)

("I Just Want to
Celebrate" by Rare Earth)

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life

¶ I put my faith in the people

¶ But the people let me down

¶ So I turned the other way

¶ And I carry on

¶ Anyhow

¶ That's why I'm telling you

¶ I just want to
celebrate, yeah, yeah

¶ Another day of living, yeah

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of life

¶ Had my hand on the dollar bill

¶ And the dollar bill flew away

¶ But the sun is
shining down on me

¶ And it's here to stay

¶ That's why I'm telling you

¶ I just want to
celebrate, yeah, yeah

¶ Another day of living, yeah

¶ I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to
celebrate another day

¶ Of life

¶ Don't let it all
get you down, no, no

¶ Don't let it turn you around

¶ And around and around
and around and around

¶ Well, I can't be
bothered with sorrow

¶ And I can't be bothered
with hate, no, no

¶ I'm using up my
time but feeling fine

¶ Every day

¶ That's why I'm telling
you I just want to celebrate

¶ Oh, yeah

¶ I just want to
celebrate another day

¶ Oh, I just want to celebrate

¶ Another day of livin'

¶ I just want to
celebrate another day

¶ Of life

¶ Don't let it all
get you down, no, no

¶ Don't let it turn
you around and around

¶ And around and around
and around and around

¶ Round round round

¶ Round

¶ Around around around

¶ Round

¶ Don't go around ¶

('I just want to
celebrate' repeats on)

(tense music)