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♪ What a friend we have in mother ♪

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♪ Who will all our secrets share ♪

♪ We should never keep things from her ♪

♪ Tell her all and she'll be there ♪

♪ Oh, what tender love she gives us ♪

♪ When in sorrow our despair ♪

♪ Tell her gently, whisper softly ♪

♪ She will listen, she'll be there ♪

(water splashing)

- Harold?

- Uh huh?

- [Kate] The water's ready.

- Just a sec.

- Oh, I was just crazy
about my little doll.

It wore a blue bonnet and a clown's suit,

with big, brass buttons.

I never let it out of my sight.

I ate with it, (chuckling) I
went to the bathroom with it.

And at night we rocked to sleep together.

One day I was playing on the floor,

I crawled beneath the cupboard

and I found the perfect hiding place,

so everyday when I went to school,

I put my little clown doll down there.

They wouldn't let me take
my little friend with me.

Then one day, I came home from school,

and someone had found
my secret hiding place.

They had taken my little doll and-

- And cut it up into a
million little pieces.

- I'm boring you.

- No, ma.

I gotta get to work.

- Don't mind me.

You run along.

- I'll be back before you know it.

- Course you will, pumpkin.

You run along and have a good day.

- See you later, ma. |
- Okay, bye.

(dog barking)

(dog whimpering)

- [Harold] You know, next to your mother,

a dog is your best friend.

- Yo, I got no beef with dogs dude,

you know what I'm saying?

But I don't get a diamond-cutter
when I think about 'em.

- Some people go for cats.

- Cats are cool, you know.

They got a lot of respect
for themselves, yo.

You ever see two cats getting busy?

No.

But you always see them dogs boning.

That's where they get that
term doggy style from.

- Respect's one thing.

Trust's another.

You can't trust a cat.

- Nah, yo.

Cats are treacherous.

- A cat is a very clean animal.

- What's up, player?

We gonna do this?

- No man, I never been in
one of these places before.

- You're the one that
wanted to come along.

Everyone has a first time, Harry.

Even you.

(upbeat music)

♪ I wanna freak everybody ♪

♪ I wanna freak that
juicy juicy all night ♪

♪ I need a freak ♪

♪ That's nice and thick ♪

♪ I need a freak ♪

♪ That likes to ride ♪

♪ I wanna freak to turn me out ♪

♪ I wanna freak to know
what nasty's all about ♪

- What do ya need junior?

- What?

You know why I'm here.

Mr. Pinkwise sent me.

- I talked to Pinkwise.

I told him next week.

- Yeah, well, next week's too late, homie.

- [Man] Wait a minute, wait a minute,

- [Arnie] You owe me that fuckin room!

(indistinct)

And I told you you better
give me that fuckin' grip boy!

- Please wait a minute!
- Give me that fuckin' money.

- Don't make me hit you!
- I'll pay!

- [Arnie] Give me my fucking money.

(punches thudding)
(intense music)

- Wait, get off.

(men grunting)

(woman screaming)

- Harry, Harry man enough, that's enough!

For chrissakes!

Five-o!

(upbeat music)

Come on, let's get the
fuck out of here, come on!

What the fuck got into you man?

You fuckin' lost it!

The bug wanted a schlumping,
not an execution.

We're fucked, dude.

We're way past fucked.

- Is that guy okay in there?

- Homie was moaning when we left.

- I hope I killed him.

- What?

- I mean I hope I didn't kill him.

I hope I didn't kill him.

- Dude come on man.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

(upbeat jazz music)

- Ma!

Ma, I got to go to the bathroom.

- [Kate] I'm in the tub, pumpkin.

Can't you hold it?

- No, ma.

I'm like dying out here.

(water splashing)

- [Kate] All right, you can come in now.

(Kate humming)

(urine splattering)

(punch thudding)

- Sweetheart?

(pants zipping)

(toilet flushing)

(tense music)

What a dump.

Your mother deserves
better than this, Harry.

- (clearing throat) Do I know you?

- Madden.

Name's Madden.

I came here to see Kate.

- Right.

You're gonna have to wait.

She's taking a bath.

- Nice.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You can't go in there.

- Why not?

- I told you.

She's taking a bath.

- Okay, tough guy.

Move over.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, calm down I just
want to see some trim.

Jesus.

- You'll remember that the next time

you get nasty with me,

or my mother.

(Madden laughing)

- Yo, let me handle this.

Mr. Pinkwise, I'd like to
introduce you, to my friend-

- I know who he is.

Sit down, Harry.

Barnie, go wipe down my car.

- You gotta rag?

- Do I look like I carry a rag?

(sighing) All right,
what did you do to him?

- Only what you asked for Mr. Pinkwise.

- Only what I asked for.

I asked Arnie for a schlumping,
and what did you give me?

- Pastrami.

Just the way you like it, Abie.

- You finally get the
deadbeat to square up.

- So you're not mad?

- Mad?

Get this, after the schlumping,

Fischetti comes over so scared
he's shivering in his shoes.

He comes with a box full of money,

every cent he owes, and more yet.

I never saw a guy so scared.

Even though he's clean, he
gives me an extra thousand.

Insurance money, he says, so
we don't send you over again.

What do you think about that?

- You asked Arnie to make him want to pay,

and so we did it, that's all.

- Harry, is this your first schlumping?

- Uh huh.

- How did you feel when
you were laying into him?

- I dunno.

- Like maybe you just couldn't stop?

- Yeah.

Maybe.

- Give one to Barnie.

This is just for you.

- That's okay, I'll split it with Arnie.

- What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

- I figure it's better to cross myself

than to cross a friend.

- That goes for me too Harry.

Something tells me we're
gonna be very good friends.

- I'd be honored, Mr. Pinkwise.

- You, you can call me Abie.

- $200?

What the fuck you do man, give him skull?

You definitely gave him skull.

- [Harold] Come off it, Arnie.

- Fuckin' baseheads clean cars man.

He dissed me.

- What was I supposed to do?

- We're still partners right?

Straight down the middle?

- Right.

- Okay, partner.

I'll take the zipper head.

You take the register.

- What are you doing with that?

- What's up man, you wanna
get with the g-thang,

you gotta have a gat you
know what I'm saying?

- Arnie, let's go, come
on, I gotta go home.

- Where you gonna go man, home to mommy?

Cut it out Arnie.

- Mommy's lonely.

- Fuck you!

- Hey man!

What the fuck you doing
behind the pretzels, yo?

Man, man.
(body thudding)

Please, yo, yo, oh shit, Harry!

Help me, man.

Do something to him!

(tense music)

(gun firing)
(glass shattering)

- Harold, there's something
we need to discuss.

You've been reading this book?

- No, ma.

I was just looking at the pictures.

- [Kate] So, what are you curious about?

- Nothing.

- Honestly, Harold.

I find that hard to believe.

Don't be bashful.

- I don't know what to say.

- Have you had any experiences with girls?

- Of course not, ma.

- Then you wouldn't know,
but girls today are no good.

Their sluts, they're always
trying to tempt good boys

with their thing.

- With their thing?

- You know.

Girls have a sex thing between their legs.

And I guess I don't have to tell you

what it looks like because you know.

Boys always do.

- Ma, please.

I don't want to hear anymore.

- Yes, son, a man and
a woman get together,

and him on top of her
and he has his sex thing,

and he puts it between her legs,
you know, where the hair is

and it goes up into her belly

and she wiggles and squirms until finally-

- Ma, please, stop!

- Well you know, girls today have diseases

between their legs,

And I could go on, but
it won't do any good.

Because soon as a girl
comes along and tempts you

with her thing, you're just gonna run off

and forget about me,

Sort of irresistible,
it's like an addiction.

You'll just leave me
just like your father.

(soft music)

- In.

(upbeat music)
(singing in foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- Hm?

- You wanna ruin your eyes?

Put that away.

Out.

Out!

- Hey, Abie.

- What'd you call me?

- I thought you said it was okay.

- Ditch it where it won't be found.

(engine revving)

- How'd it go?

- All fucked up.

Somebody made us.

(engine revving)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(man speaking foreign language)

- Relax.

You're not in any trouble
unless you want to be.

- I didn't do anything.

- Well, maybe you didn't do anything.

We just picked up your
boss, Abie Pinkwise.

He killed a man last night.

And we've got a witness who can prove it.

- So?

I don't know a Mr. Pinkwise.

- Lying son of a bitch.

- The car you left in the
alley, that was the getaway car.

Know what that makes you?

That makes you an accessory to murder.

- What car?

- The car you parked in the alley.

The stolen car.

- I didn't park any car in any alley.

- Lying son of a bitch.

- The Chinaman saw you park it.

- Well, the Chinaman's wrong.

It wasn't me.

- Harry.

Correct me if I'm mistaken,

but you did tell the arresting officers

the car belonged to a friend.

- I was scared.

They had a gun on me.

- Lying son of a bitch.

- Okay.

You didn't drive the car.

Where were you last night at 10:30?

- I went for a walk.

- Alone?

- [Harold] Yeah.

Alone.

- Anybody see you?

- [Harold] Maybe.

I don't know.

- Who's this?

Your girlfriend?

- It's my mother.

- Your mama.

Looks familiar.

Didn't we book her for
tricking ass back in '84?

- [Harold] You fuck!

- Harry, Harry.

Don't pay any attention to him.

He's just trying to provoke you.

She looks like a real sweet lady.

You two close?

- Yeah.

- I'm sure you wouldn't
want to spend a year,

and possibly a lot longer,
away from your mom.

Take your friend, Arnie Finklestein.

Armed robbery.

Cost him one year in Cuyahoga.

- I didn't have anything to do with that.

- No of course you didn't.

Now about the car?

- What car?

- Okie doke.

Harry,

I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

You gave me lies.

Help yourself, Bill.

(tense music)

(door clicking)

(table thudding)

(punch thudding)

- Please.

You don't want to do that.

(hand smacking)

(tense music)

- Funny?

(Bill grunting)
(tense music)

(stick thudding)

Look's like he's coming around,

the son of a bitch.

(tense music)

- Good morning, Harry.

Now about that car?

- Go to hell.

- You first.

(punch thudding)
(Bill grunting)

- Taking on a room full of
cops, now that's a smart move,

especially if you like jail cells.

- Who are you?

- Rudolf Sax.

Mr. Varga's attorney.

- When am I getting out of here?

- Five minutes ago.

The charges were dropped.

Technicality.

Lucky for you, you got friends.

Feel better?

- I feel like shit, where's my mother?

- She's in good hands.

- Hey, hey. (speaking foreign language)

He's the son.

- Where's my mother?

- Mom's in the bedroom.

(soft music)

- Harold?

- Ma, I'm so sorry, ma.

- Oh, my baby!

My baby!

- Don't cry, ma.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- [Man] So, you know, I
tell him I want the seven

in the seven, right?

He gave us the six.

He gives me a ticket for the six.

I said seven in the seven.

By the time I'm through
arguing, they shut down,

I can't get a different ticket.

The fucking thing wins.

Can you believe it?

I get the ticket by mistake, it wins.

There he is.

- Look.

I didn't tell them anything.

- You wouldn't be here if you had.

(both laughing)
(soft music)

(speaking foreign language)

We send a couple guys over

to take care of the chink witness, right?

They go to a restaurant where
the guy's supposed to be.

Only the place is crawling with chinks!

So the guys come running back.

These gooks all look alike.

We can't tell one from the other.

What are we supposed to do, wax 'em all?

Turns out, we got no problem.

The chink who fingered
you decides to dummy up.

Automatic!

They're like that.

But the funny part.

This chink tells the DA

he can't ID you

'cause all white people
look the same! (laughing)

(hand knocking on door)

Hello, iris.

- Hello, Mr. Pinkwise.

- Louis, this is Harry.

- I wasn't sure if you
were finished with this.

- Oh.

- Louis varga.

Nice to know you.

- Nice to meet you.

- You drink?

- Sometimes.

- You like to drink?

- No.

- Good.

In this business, drunks
can be a liability.

You never know if you can trust them.

Just ask Abie here?

- Abie?

- That's right, Harry.

When it came to liquor
I was a desperate fiend.

- (laughing) That's an understatement.

We like coffee here.

Want some coffee?

- Sure.

- Iris.

Sorry about the altercation
with the police.

- I guess I got a little out of line.

- [Louis] No, they did.

But you did the right thing.

You showed a little discretion.

- How'd you know that?

- Bill.

(dramatic music)

- Gentlemen.

Harry.

- What the hell is this?

- Harry.

He's with us.

- What?

- Bennet, he's with us.

That's how we know you didn't talk.

- That's a helluva a
trick to play on somebody.

- We weren't playing, Harry.

You bring in somebody
new, you're taking a risk.

What if he's a squawker?

What if he's a putz?

You gotta minimize the risk.

Besides, I think you got
the better end of the deal.

- You broke my nose six ways to Sunday.

- I'd do it again too if I had the chance.

- Oh, yeah, fuck you too,

- Hey.

Hey, come on now, make nice.

Harry, make nice.

Come on, it's a job.

Sit down.

Things could've been unpleasant for us

except for you, Harry.

We appreciate that.

You finish high school?

- Yes, sir.

- [Louis] You working?

- Odd jobs.

Here and there.

- Let me tell you something.

Youngstown's changed.

20 years ago a high school
graduate, guaranteed a job,

good job.

Nowadays, you can get left behind.

- I know what you mean.

- Things can be rough.

But if you've got half the
guts you showed in that jail,

you could do well in this organization.

And that's a future to be proud of.

- I think this calls for a celebration.

- (laughing) Good.

Here.

Go buy yourself some clothes, huh?

- Ah.

This was your father's favorite suit.

(singing in foreign language)

- Nice suit.

(all laughing)

- Why didn't you wear a sign
on top of it, "I'm a goy"

just in case we don't know.

- Oooh, that's a nice material.

- I gotta tell you Harry,
you look like shit.

This is the last time you're wearing it,

you wear this again, I'll
break your arms and legs.

(Hyman laughing)

It's Wagner, not Wagner.

- Wanger, Wagner-schmagner,
I'll take Mel Torme

any day of the week.

Such a putz.

- [Louis] Come on, stop
drinking so much and eat.

(all chattering)

Show him how to do that, will ya?

Put some of the red stuff on it.

(all chattering)

- There you go.
- Put a lot of it.

(all chattering)

- Kind of like applesauce.

- That's great.
- That's good.

- Jewish hamburger,
it's fabulous, isn't it?

(Harold retching)

(all laughing)

(gentle orchestral music)

Milk, he drinks milk.

- Good for him.

- So where are we?

- Shandoites.

- Shandoites.

What's that?

- Gentleman.

Mr. varga.

How wonderful to see you.

- Madame Roise,

- Wonderful, how nice to see you.

May I present the ladies.

- Precious where have you been?

I haven't seen you in a while.

So Harry take your pick, it's my treat.

- Come on, don't be shy.

- That's okay.

I don't want anything right now.

- Well, I'm not bashful.

C'mon.

(all laughing)

- Harry.

Have some fun.

I insist.

- Oh, come on, baby, come on.

Do me now.

Come on, do me while I'm hot.

Come on, Harry.

- Uh, you know what?

Let's talk.

- Talk?

- I'm sorry.

I'm not in the mood.

- You're kidding, right?

- Those guys out there,

they never would've let
me hear the end of it

if I didn't come in here with you.

- A lot of good that does me.

- You'll get paid.

Here.

As long as we make them
think that, you know, we...

- Oh.

I get it.

Okay.

Fine by me.

- Let's get dressed.

- No.

Not yet.

We haven't been in here long enough.

- Oh.

Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

We've got a lot of time to kill.

- You've been with a lot of guys, right?

- No, Harry, I'm a virgin.

- Um, do I seem normal?

- Normal?

How do you mean?

- With girls.

You know, sexually.

- You didn't want me.

That's not really a good sign.

Don't women turn you on?

- No.

Not really.

- How about guys?

- Mm-mm.

- I don't know.

Seems like maybe you need a
different type of professional.

(floor creaking)

- Not so fast.

It doesn't take but a moment
to show how much you care.

Oh, kiss me again.

Who is she?

- What are you talking about?

- Perfume.

- (sniffing) I don't smell nothing.

- It's perfume and it's nice perfume, too.

Any girls with you tonight?

- Of course not, ma.

Maybe, maybe I brushed
up against somebody.

- Harold, I hope you don't
feel you have to make excuses.

Far be it from me to say
anything if you have a girl.

- Ma, I haven't got a girl.

We, we went to this place, this house.

I didn't even know what
kind of place it was

until we got inside.

The other guys, they went with the girls.

I didn't go with any of the girls, ma.

I just talked to one this one girl.

I swear, ma.

All I did was talk.

- I know you have to provide for us

and you're doing a fine job, really.

It's just that you only have one childhood

and nature will tell you when
it's time for you to grow up.

Until then, you have me.

You'll always have me.

(soft music)

- Harry, you don't need to be
a Bal Toyreh to run a racket.

Everything you gotta
know can be broken down

into three simple rules.

I call 'em Max's maxims,
because they were handed down

to me by my dear Uncle Max.

First, buy now save later.

Having money and not flashing
it is strictly for gentiles.

No offense.

Second, never forget the
people that got you there.

Charity and generosity
don't just make sense,

they make dollars.

Do right by your community,

and your community will do right by you.

And finally, if you do get
caught, God forbid, don't snitch.

Like Uncle Max used to
say, it's better to do time

than end up in an alley
with a knife in your back.

- Abie, I didn't even
know you had an Uncle.

Varga told me you were an orphan.

- I was, and if not for dear Uncle Max

I would have been totally
alone in this world.

He'd come by the orphanage
every chance he'd get,

with presents, money.

Always laughing, always kidding.

He said he liked me special
'cause I looked like him.

- Whoa, whoa.

- He travels all over,
California, Nevada, Chicago,

even Canada once.

But wherever he is, he
sends me a postcard.

Then one day, the postcards stop.

I don't know why.

That was 12 years ago and I
haven't heard from him since.

- Maybe we can find him.

Together.

- Maybe, scout.

You know, you can go a long way

if you got somebody to show you the ropes.

I had Uncle Max.

You have me.

(soft music)

- What's this?

- Open it.

Congratulations, scout.

You're about to turn pro.

What's the matter?

- I dunno, Abie.

I mean, I dunno if I'm ready.

- You're ready.

I knew it the first
time I laid eyes on you.

- It's just that, killing someone,

I think I need to think on it a while.

(tires screeching)

- [Abie] You got three
minutes to make up your mind.

- [Harold] Three minutes?

- Harry, suppose I tell Louis
you're not sure about the job,

that you're gonna think it over.

And suppose after you think it over

you decide you don't wanna do it.

Louis won't like that.

You know we're gonna hit someone.

That makes you a corroborating witness.

Furstache?

Now, Louis considers it bad practice

to have corroborators
standing around loose,

he likes them nailed down tight.

Underground.

I'd hate to have to come
looking for you, scout.

(tense music)

(urine spattering)

- What the fuck you looking at?

(urinal flushing)

(tense music)

(head thudding)
(man grunting)

(Harold breathing heavily)

(blood dripping)

- My first time, it felt
like I just got a massage.

Wanna grab a bite to eat?

- No.

Just take me to the office.

- What's the rush, scout?

- [Harold] Just take me
to the office, all right?

I think I forgot something.

(tense music)

(hand knocking on door)

- Hello, Harold.

Mr. Varga isn't here.

- I need a drink, all right?

- There's no liquor, Harold.

I can fix you a nice cup of coffee.

- Who's the broad?

(soft music)

Feast your eyes on that!

- Madden, what are you doing here?

- What do you think?

Here, take a drink.

For courage.

Watch this.

Wanna dance?

- Excuse me?

- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't make this difficult.
- Please!

No!

- I don't want to hurt you.

I just want to love you.

Don't be afraid, sweetheart.

Oh, you bitch.

(soft upbeat music)

(soft upbeat music continues)

- [Kate] I am not moving.

- Come on, modern kitchen.

New furniture.

You won't be ashamed to invite friends.

- I don't have any friends.

- You can make friends.

- Harold, don't take that tone with me,

I am not moving and that settles it.

Period.

- Fine, ma.

You stay here.

I'm moving.

- What?

- You heard me.

Look, I'll give you money for rent

and whatever else you
need, but I'm moving.

- What's her name?

- Ma, it's not a girl.

I haven't got a girl.

- You've got a girl and you're
ashamed to bring her here.

You know, I can fix the place up and-

- Ma, I haven't got a girl.

- Then why are you abandoning me?

- I'm not abandoning you, ma.

Look, I just want to move.

You won't move with me, I'll move alone.

- But why?

(soft music)

- Isn't it obvious!

(chair thudding)

- I had no idea you were so unhappy here.

- Yeah, well, I am.

- Well, if you hate it that
much, then that settles it.

We're moving.

- Yeah?

- Son of a bitch.
- I didn't do anything.

- Iris said you did.
(speaking foreign language)

- It wasn't me.

It was a friend of mine.

A former friend of mine.

She was so scared,

she probably just confused me with madden.

- I'm going to confuse you with the boot.

If she thinks you did it, then you did it.

This I need like I need
a hole in the head.

- You want me to say I'm sorry?

I'm sorry.

- He's sorry.

Tell him, Abie.

he's like a goddamn Romeo here.

- Iris is very dear to Louis.

Now, because of you, she's quit.

- You caused a hell of
a big mess, loverboy.

- I didn't do anything.

- Stop bullshitting me!

Let me tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna apologize to iris.

You're gonna tell her what
a beautiful lady she is,

and you can't stand being without her.

And you're gonna make her like
you so much she'll be dying

to come back to work.

- But I don't feel that way about her.

- Make believe!

Huh?

Make believe!

- I don't know how to woo a woman.

- Woo?

What kind of word is woo?

- It means-

- I know what it fucking means.

Just don't use it around me.

It makes me very nervous.

Okay, remember what I told you, Harry.

Now sit tight, I'll bring her right out.

Button up, it's cold.

Here we go.

Come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Just get in, you'll be alright.

So iris, what are we
gonna do about Harry here?

- How do you mean?

- Harry's sorry, iris.

He doesn't know what got into him.

He's so ashamed, he can hardly speak.

But I'm gonna tell you something,

something I've known for a long time.

Harry would tell you himself,
except he's too bashful.

- This boy is very much in love with you.

- I don't think so, Mr. Pinkwise.

- He's bashful.

You want to hear him say it?

- Not particularly.

- This boy's frantic for you.

You do things to him,
straight at the heart.

Harry doesn't know about romance.

He's never even had a date.

That's why, when you two were left alone,

the poor kid lost all control.

Now, he's so ashamed and
sorry about what happened,

it's nearly driving him crazy.

He'd like to apologize.

Tell her Harry.

- I wanna apologize, iris.

- It's okay, it's over and done with.

- You probably hate me.

- I don't hate you.

I don't hate anyone.

It's just that, you really scared me.

- You're a beautiful lady, Iris.

You deserve to be treated like one.

Maybe, maybe we can go out sometime?

Maybe Friday?

I'd understand it if you said no.

But I'd really really
like a second chance.

- Well, I don't know.

I really can't say.

- Sure, you can!

Go ahead, Iris, give the poor guy a break!

(soft upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

- Ma!

How could you?

- A house is not a home
without the things you love.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(Harold sighing)

(birds chirping)

- Yo, Yo, Harry, my man!

Arnie's in the house, boy!

- Hey, Arnie.

- Oh, shit.

It's your original HB.

Straight outta level three, yeah.

- When'd you get out?

- Yesterday, money.

Yo, this crib is dope.

Yo, I dig the flytrap.

This shit is macking, you
macking in this piece.

You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah.

You lost weight.

- Yeah, a little something.

- You do look thin, Arnie.

You boys ready for some breakfast?

- Yeah, what's up, G?

Yeah!

- Arnie's been telling me
about his trip upstate.

So peaceful.

- Yeah, you know, it gave me a
lot of time to think, Mrs. O.

About the future.

- Have you come to any decisions?

- I got some ideas.

- Harry has a very important job now.

Maybe he could help you.

- Yeah.

I hear you're the man!

- Don't believe everything
you hear, Arnie.

Are you strapped for cash?

- Nah.

Yeah, thanks dude.

You spend a year in the justice
and people forget about you.

- I'm sorry I didn't make it upstate.

- That's cool.

It's just I ain't got
shit going on right now.

So I wouldn't mind pulling
your coat or something.

- My coat ain't that long.

- I know you wouldn't want
to leave me under the gun,

I mean, not again right?

- I'll see what I can do.

- Alright thanks.

Yo, these pancakes is marvelous.

♪ I know a girl from a lonely street ♪

♪ Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet ♪

♪ Dry your eyes, Sunday Girl ♪

♪ Hey, I saw your guy
with a different girl ♪

♪ Looks like he's in another world ♪

♪ Run and hide, Sunday Girl ♪

♪ Hurry up, hurry up and wait ♪

♪ I stay away all week and still I wait ♪

♪ I got the blues ♪

- [Iris] Is there something wrong Harold?

- [Harold] No, no, there's nothing wrong.

- [Iris] Don't you like talking?

- [Harold] Oh, no, no.

I love to talk.

- [Iris] Have you always
lived here in Youngstown?

- Yeah, my whole life.

I was born here.

I like Youngstown.
- I don't.

- Oh come on, what's not to like?

- It's ugly.

Factories.

Smoke.

My father had to leave Hungary.

This is where we had relatives

so this is where we moved.

Anyway at least I have my
little piece of heaven.

- So, you live here with your folks?

- My folks are dead.

- Uh, I'm sorry.

- Me too.

Anyway, I have a brother

in California.

- You know, Iris, I am really
sorry about what happened.

Maybe we can go out again sometime?

(soft music)

- Is that lipstick on your collar?

- What are you talking about?

- About love, Harry.

I heard little iris locked up your heart

and threw away the key.

- Louis told me to make nice

so I made nice.

- That's not what I heard.

- Yeah?

What did you hear?

- Nothing exactly.

Just that iris showed up for work today

bright eyed and bushy-tailed.

- No?

- Yeah.

And I heard she had problems
sitting down. (laughing)

(upbeat hip hop music)

- Yo, Mr. Pinkwise!

What's up, man?

- He's a little excited.

♪ The Mr. Big Pink is always on the rise ♪

♪ To look at mine, you need four eyes ♪

(indistinct)

- Turn it down, Barnie.

(soft upbeat music)

Jesus.

You fuckin' schmuck!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- [Arnie] Yo I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, that shit
was just on the right.

Yo, I'm sorry.

- [Abie] Fucking idiot.

- All right, 10 minutes.

- Yo you think I could call him Abie?

I mean I feel like such a punk
calling him "Mr. Pinkwise."

- 10 minutes.

Alright?

- Alright.

Mr. Pinkwise.

- So who we looking for, anyway?

I dunno.

I never laid eyes on him.

(soft music)

(singer vocalizing)

(guns firing)
(all screaming)

(wind whooshing)

- Abie.

(tense music)

- Abie, for Christ sakes.

We gotta get out of here.

(tense music)

- Oh shit.

Oh shit.

- Abie, come on.

(tires screeching)

- The contract came in from out of town.

Different name.

Who could known it was
really Max Pinkwise?

Of all the crazy fucked up things,

I'm telling you, fate, that's what it was.

Crazy fluke, fucked up fate.

I'm talking 1000, a million to one.

- Should he stay here?

- And do what?

No.

Take him home.

Look, give him one of these.

And whatever you do, don't let him drink.

(water running)

- Jesus, Abie, what are you doing?

- I guess we found him, scout.

- Give me that.

- It's the most fucked up thing

that ever happened to me Harry.

- Try not to think about it, all right?

Here.

Take these, here, take 'em.

Try to get some sleep.

- It's the most fucked up thing, Harry.

- Maybe it wasn't even Max.

You saw him, what,

a couple seconds?

- It was Max.

Didn't you hear him call my name?

Jesus, as long as I
live, I'll never forget

the look on his face.

A big question mark.

Then I killed him.

- What's done is done, Abie.

It's not your fault.

- That won't bring him back.

Nothing will bring him back.

My poor, sweet, funny Uncle Max.

I fucked him up.

(fingers tapping)
(tense music)

- Those pills working yet?

- Don't let me die, Harry.

- No one's gonna let you die.

All right?

- Don't let me die.

- You're not gonna die.

Just go to sleep.

(soft jazz music)

How did you know I was here?

- I know everything.

- Look, I ain't got time to you right now.

- Oh, come on, Harry.

Can't a couple of pals spend
some quality time together?

- A couple of pals?

I got blamed for what you did to Iris.

- I didn't do anything
you didn't want to do.

- Bullshit.

- Come on, lose the halo, Harry.

(soft jazz music continues)

(hand knocking on door)

You got blood on your tie.

- She's not here.

Let's go.

- No no no.

She's here.

I can smell her.

- You dirty dog.

Iris!

(hand knocking on door)

Open up!

- Hello, Harold.

- Hey, Iris.

You alone?

- Yes.

I was just fixing dinner.

What is it?

Something wrong?

- Mind if I join you?

- Just one thing.

Is it always going to be like this?

- Do you want to be my girl?

- Yes, but-
- Good.

Then you're my girl.

(tense music)

(guns firing)

- Harold?

- Huh?

- Did you really mean it,
about me being your girlfriend?

- Yeah, yeah, I meant it.

- At first I thought you hated me.

You were like a beast.

But now that I know you better,

I see you're gentle,
meek as a little lamb.

- Ow.

Maybe I'm not as meek as you think.

- You don't scare me, tough guy.

(guns firing)

Seriously.

Why do you want me?

(explosion booming)

Look, I just like you, iris.

That's all.

- But there must be a reason.

What attracted you to
me in the first place?

- You promise not to get mad?

- I won't get mad.

- 'Cause of your affliction.

(man screaming)

- Funny.

That's the same thing
that attracted me to you.

- What?

- Your affliction.

- (chuckling) But I have none.

What?

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm normal.

- Let's not fight.

(punch thudding)

- See any good movies lately?

Think Cleveland's got
a shot at the pennant?

(punch thudding)

Which do you prefer?

Cashews or pecans?

- I think he's giving
you the silent treatment.

- How's your mother, Harry?

- Now I know he's giving
you the silent treatment.

- We heard about the bug's Uncle.

Now that is crazy, isn't it?

280 million Americans, one bullet.

Small world, huh?

(Harold screaming)

You know, Harry, we could
lock your ass up so fast

it would make your toe nails curl.

But I like you, Harry.

You're good to your mother.

So I'm giving you one
chance to walk away clean.

- Fuck you.

I know who my friends are.

Right?

Ahhh!

Owww.

- Louis, Abie, they're not your friends.

When the shit starts raining down,

they won't even give you an umbrella.

(Harold spitting)

I got something for you.

In case you change your mind.

- Fat chance.

- Harry, don't be that way.

I'd hate to have to make
this deal with somebody else.

(tense music)
(door clicking)

- Thanks.

- You're making the
right move here, Arnie.

- There were times when I'd
go alone into a dark room

and sit, every once in a while you'd kick

(chuckling) and I'd
stroke myself to calm you.

Oh, it was such a
delicious, delightful time.

I almost wished the nine
months would never end.

And that's what the doctor said.

You were a breech, you know.

Well, it was a difficult birth,

and when the doctor started
having trouble delivering you,

he shook his finger at me and said,

"Kate, it looks like you don't
want to give this baby up."

And I guess it was some
sort of premonition,

because right after that your
father started to misbehave.

♪ More, more, more ♪

♪ How do you like it ♪

♪ How do you like it ♪

♪ More, more, more ♪

♪ How do you like it ♪

♪ How do you like it ♪

♪ More, more more ♪

♪ How do you like i ♪

♪ How do you like your love ♪

- Ma,

I swear to you there is
one thing I will never be.

I'll never be like dad.

It ain't right, tricking him like this.

- He stranded us on a hit.

- It was a mistake.

- He talked.

- Look Arnie's a friend.

He wouldn't rat.

- Bennet didn't pull that outta his ass.

Look I know this is tough for you scout.

You brought him in,

I'll take him out.

(car horn honking)
(tense music)

Harry.

Keep him talking.

I'll take him from behind.

(tense music continues)

(upbeat hip hop music)

(singers vocalizing)

- What's up, man?

- Hey, Arnie.

- So I guess that kind
of fucks it up right?

- Yeah.

Kinda.

- Look man, I was just trying
to be a player really bad

and then, you gave me the
opportunity, and I, I choked.

- It was too heavy for you.

Come on.

- So what's up with Abie?

He must be seriously pissed off at me.

- Abie?

Yeah, he's a little disappointed.

- Yo, I gotta give you mad respect,

you know what I'm saying.

I mean, I thought I was a dead man.

A lot of homies would've
iced me for what I did.

- What did you do Arnie?

- You know, back at the bar, you know?

- Is that all you did?

You know there are worst
crimes than killing a person.

- Like what?

- Betrayal.

(tense music)
(metal clanking)

- Yo, yo!

What the fuck are you doing man?

- I can't do it, Harry.

I can't go through with it.

- Yo stay there man
mother fucker, stay there!

You was gonna fuckin' pop me right, bitch?

That's fucked up, homes.

That's mad fucked up.

You're fucking like Ray
Charles and shit, man.

You got your head so far up
your mamma's cat you can't see.

That's a fuckin' problem, yo.

And I got the solution.

One in the chamber, 14 in the clip.

(gun firing)

(both grunting)
(tense music)

(Harold screaming)

- Do him, abie!

- I messed up, Harry.

I messed it all up.

(tense music)

- Alright, alright man,
I went to see them.

But I didn't talk, Harry.

I didn't talk.

I swear to God, man.

This is Arnie.

Remember, we go back to like second grade,

come on remember we blew
up the water fountain,

and we paid Mary Kelly
to pull down her panties,

remember, you, me and Ding.

Come on.

Yo man what is this man?

Somebody help me please!

You're scaring me now, come on!

Please please stop it.

What are you doing man?

What are you doing?

Come on, somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

(saw whirring)

(Arnie screaming)

- Harry, I don't know what
got into me, I just couldn't.

Uncle Max wouldn't let me.

- I understand.

- Harry, don't, please
don't tell Louis about this.

- Don't worry about it.

I'm not gonna say anything.

- He might think, I can't do it.

- Abie!

Just go to bed.

- [Arnie] You, me, and Ding.

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(Madden whistling)

- And how do you spell relief?

(soft music)
(birds chirping)

- You ever think about
getting out of Youngstown?

- All the time.

- Hairs!

A girl's, and pretty.

It's not the first time I found them.

One in your coat, one in your shirt,

and last night, one
curled up in your briefs.

- You know what, that must be Iris.

- Who is Iris?

- Just Mr. Varga's maid.

- Mr. Varga's maid has beautiful hair.

How do you suppose it got all over you?

- To tell you the truth, ma,
I took her out a few times.

Nothing serious.

- (clearing throat) But you do like her?

- Yeah.

- Well if you like her, I like her.

I want you to be happy.

- Really, ma?

- Yeah.

Really.

In fact I think we should
all have dinner together.

The three of us.

Mother, son and Iris.

(Harold chuckling)

(priest speaking foreign language)

- A long time ago this
little guy named Alberich

happened upon a river filled
with gorgeous maidens.

They're guarding this huge
stash of gold, the Rheingold.

This is no ordinary
treasure, you understand.

This one contains a crown that
allows you to change shape

and a ring which gives
you unlimited power.

Alberich is no chump.

He figures if he can't make
out with these maidens,

he might as well go for the gold.

And that's exactly what he does.

Total sucker punch.

The shiksas never see it coming.

And now Alberich is golden.

He's on top of the world.

One day, these gods come alone,

Wotan and Loge.

They ask Alberich to
demonstrate his powers.

And that's when Alberich
makes his big mistake.

He doesn't check his back.

Turns himself into a toad
and the gods cart him off.

- What's on your mind, Louis?

- You see, Harry,

we can't make the same
mistake that Alberich made.

We got to watch our backs.

This Taft, he's a nudge.

'Cause Abie thinks it's time
to to turn himself into a lush.

He's a worry, and he's a pain in the ass.

- What do you expect?

Give him a few days, he'll get over it.

- I don't got a few days.

- So?

- So maybe you won't go for it.

- You're the boss.

- Even so, maybe you won't go for it.

- Alright speak to me.

- Take him, Harry.

(Abie sobbing)

- [Harold] I'm soft.

It wont work.

- Let's wait a little.

Maybe you're too excited.

- I'm not excited at all.

- Touch me here.

- I'm telling you, it won't work.

- (whistling) No lead in your pencil?

- Shut the fuck up!

- Harold!

- You know the rules, Harry.

No gun, no fun.

- Shut the fuck up, Madden!

(tense music)

Don't be mad, Iris.

- I'm not mad.

Just a little confused.

Who do you think you were talking to?

- I was talking to Madden.

He wasn't in the mood today.

That's why I wasn't,
you know, in the mood.

- This is terrible, Harold.

You must purge him from your thoughts.

- I'm really sorry, Iris.

I don't want this,

just, I need madden.

- Can't you be with me

without pretending you're someone else?

- You saw what happened when we tried.

Nothing happened.

- You must try again, Harold.

Harder.

(soft music)

- Madden, Madden isn't here tonight.

- Are you?

- Yeah.

I think so.

- What's in the box?

- Put it on.

- A mourning veil?

- Wear it.

- In bed?

- Yeah.

(soft music continues)

- You happy, Harry?

Your mom like the the new place?

You like your work?

- I'm happy, Louis.

- Then quit procrastinating.

- I'm not procrastinating.

I'm just waiting for the right moment.

- The right moment is now.

This is Strohanthin.

Consumed with alcohol
it's effects are lethal.

Death within 30 minutes.

Painless and short.

You offer Abie a drink.

If he can resist, we
know he's on the mend.

If he can't, he'll fall asleep, forever.

(Harold sighing)

- Where'd you get that?

- You left it at the office.

What's the matter?

- Did you come over just to have a drink?

- No.

To tell you the truth, Abie,
Louis asked me to talk to you.

- What about?

- About your drinking.

- What about my drinking?

- He'd like you to stop.

- That's it?

- [Harold] That's it.

- I don't buy it.

- Why do you think I'm here?

- Louis is a friend, Harry,
but I don't trust him.

I'm a killer, okay, but I got feelings.

Louis, Louis has no feelings.

He'd 86 your ass and
he wouldn't bat an eye.

He makes like he's gentleman,

but he's no gentleman.

He's just a killer who
doesn't have the guts

to do his own dirty work.

- (clearing throat) Well,
he'd like you to dry out.

He thinks your dangerous.

- No one has to ask me to quit.

I still got my self-respect.

I'm finished.

I'm finished for good.

I'll be 100% different
man, starting tomorrow.

I just need a little
something to help me sleep.

(tense music)

Don't.

- Why not, Harry?

- Because you don't need it.

- Maybe I don't.

(soft music)

- Ma, we're home!

- [Kate] Harold is that you?

- Yeah.

I'm here with Iris.

- [Kate] That's fine, darling!

I'll be out in just a minute.

- Just make yourself comfortable.

(chair thudding)
- [Both] Oh!

- I'm sorry.

Yeah, only me and ma know
how to sit in that chair.

- Are you sure I look okay?

My hair?
- Oh yeah, yeah.

You look beautiful.

- I'm just a little nervous.

- Don't be.

Ma wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Good evening, my dear!

Aren't you going to kiss mother?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Mmm, that's better.

Well, now!

So this is the young lady.

- Yeah ma, this is Iris.

- How do you do, Iris.

I'm very happy to meet you.

- I'm happy to meet you, too, Mrs. Odum.

- Call me Kate, dear.

Will you do that?

- If you want me to.

- Yes.

We want to get along well, don't we?

We do.

Sit.

Harold, come sit beside me.

Forgive me, dear, but you've
had him to yourself all day.

Permit me.

- I'm hungry, is supper ready yet, ma?

- Be patient.

Iris and I have to get acquainted.

Are you in love with my Harold?

- Yes.

- You are forward.

- You asked me, Mrs. Odum.

- Well, Harold is not in love with you.

- It's hard for Harold to admit
his feelings of affection.

I know he cares for me.

That's all that matters.

- No he doesn't.

I'm his mother and I know him

a lot better than you do!

- I know Harold the way
you never could know him.

(tense music)

- What do you mean by that?

- Ask your son.

(tense music continues)

- Ma!

This was supposed to be a nice evening.

- It will.

But it's not fair to have Iris
here under false pretenses.

I'm your mother, and I love
you, but I can't stand by

and watch you make a
fool of an innocent girl.

You have to tell her how you feel.

- Yes, mother.

- Well?
- Well what?

- You must tell her, here and
now, that you do not love her.

I insist.

(tense music)

Tell her.

- I don't know, ma.

- You don't know what?

- I don't know whether or
not I'm in love with Iris.

- You mean you might be in love with her?

- Yeah.

Maybe.

- [Kate] Oh!

- I said maybe, ma.

There's no reason to get angry.

- Angry?

Why, I'm delighted!

Iris, can you ever forgive me?

I would never have spoken

to you that way if I'd have known

that you were Harry's special girl.

(Kate sobbing)

Oh.

Please, can you find it in
your heart to forgive me?

(chair thudding)

- Really, it's nothing to
get upset about, Mrs. Odum.

- Then you forgive me, Iris?

- Of course, Mrs. Odum.

It's nothing.

- Good.

Now that we understand each other,

I know we'll get along fine.

There are a lot of things
I'll want to teach you,

how to draw Harold's bath,

how to make some of his favorite dishes-

- Ma, you sound like we're
getting married or something!

- Well?

- I'm not, I'm not getting
married to anybody!

- Look at him.

Aren't men pathetic?

They never seem to know what
hit them until it's too late.

(both laughing)

- (clearing throat) what's all that about?

- Secrets!

Women's secrets!

Dear, how about a cocktail before dinner?

- Yes, that's a fine idea Mrs...

Oh, Kate.

- Harold, go the store
and get us some gingerale.

- But ma-

- Ladies never drink
their whiskey straight.

(door clicking)

(pager beeping)

(line ringing)

- Yep?
- He's alive, Harry.

- I know.

- [Louis] You better
have a good explanation.

- He quit drinking.

- [Louis] What kind of
bulshit explanation is that?

That's no explanation.

- It's true, Louis.

- [Louis] I'm tired of sugar-coating.

You better do it

or I'll find someone else who will.

(line clicking)

(soft music)
(singer vocalizing)

- [Harold] Ma, where's Iris?

- She left.

Where's that gravy boat?

- What do you mean she left?

- Just what I said.

- Is she coming back?

- [Kate] Who?

Oh.

No, I don't think so.

Oh, there it is.

- Ma, what did you say to her?

- She's a slut.

A filthy, conniving little slut,

and you had the nerve to
bring her into this house!

- But, ma, you-

- I know what you two have been up to.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

- You insulted her, you
shouldn't have done that, ma!

- She's not gonna get her
claws into you! (chuckling)

- I love her and I'm
going to go apologize.

- You don't apologize to filth!

Don't you dare leave me and go to her.

- I'm going out.
- Don't you dare!

After all I've done for you.

I brought you into the world,

I nursed and nourished you,

and when your father deserted us,

I sacrificed and slaved to
keep a roof over our heads.

I sold my body for you, Harry.

I was a whore for you.

I sold myself until I was broken and weak.

If you want to abandon me now, go ahead.

Your father did.

(dramatic music)

(door thudding)

(fist thudding)

(dreamy music)

- Stay right where you are!

Now's my chance to get
at those blackheads.

- Ow!

- Don't be such a baby.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, that must be Louis.

Hello?

- [Iris] Harry, it's me.

- Oh.

Hold on a minute.

- It's that little bitch, isn't it?

Be gentle.

She's young and in love.

Firm, but gentle.

- Iris?
- Harold, can I see you?

Can you meet me someplace?

- No, no iris.

- [Iris] But why, can't you tell me why?

- I don't have to give you any reasons!

- Gently, Harold.

Gently!

- Is your mother there?

- [Harold] Yes.

- Is that why you're talking this way?

- Mother has nothing to do with this.

- [Iris] Do you know what
your mother said to me?

- I don't care.

- We need each other.

I can help you.

Don't you see what your
mother's doing to you?

- I don't want to talk to you.

And I don't want to see you ever again.

- [Iris] You're parroting her.

You're just saying what
she wants you to say.

- I'm hanging up now, Iris.

- I'm going to California,
to be with my brother.

- I'm hanging up.
- And you don't care?

- I could care less.

- I'll be on the seven o'clock bus.

If I don't see you-

- Have a nice trip.

- That wasn't so hard, was it?

(soft guitar music)

(soft music)

♪ The lighter side of things ♪

- Hey, just the man I wanted to see.

- Hello, Abie.

- Two days, Harry.

I've been dry for two days.

I'm beginning to feel
like the ole bug again.

You know, I know I let
things get pretty bad.

But I'm going to make it all up

to Louis and to you.

What's wrong with you, huh?

Sit down for chrissakes.

Relax.

You're giving me the creeps.

Scout,

everything's gonna be okay.

♪ Come and follow me to a dream ♪

♪ Come and follow me to a dream ♪

♪ Come and follow me to a dream ♪

(knife clicking)

(intense music)

(Abie grunting)

(all screaming)

(Abie groaning)

- Miss me?

- After a fashion.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- You've got a one track mind.

(upbeat music)

(hand knocking on door)

- You okay, mister?

- Yeah, where's Iris?

- She's gone.

Moved to California.

(upbeat music continues)

- Where the hell are they?

- There's no place like home.

(upbeat music)
(singer vocalizing)

- Harold, Harold baby.

What's wrong?

Are you hurt?

What's going on?

Go to your room!

Go to your room at once!

Do you hear me?

(thunder crashing)

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you!

Get out.

Get out of my house.

(thunder crashing)

(knife slamming)

(door slamming)

No.

(lamp shattering)

Oh Harry, I've waited
so, so long. (moaning)

(Kate sighing)

(objects clattering)

- Ma?

Ma, where are you?

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

- [Louis] Harry?

Is that you?

- Something terrible's happened.

- You're damn right something
terrible's happened.

You just waxed Abie in
front of a dozen witnesses.

You stupid goy, you out
of your fuckin' mind?

- (sobbing) You've got to help me.

- [Louis] Why?

- My mother.

She's dead.

- [Louis] Dead?

Your mother's dead?

- My mother's dead.
- What happened?

No, listen.

Tell me later.

I'm sorry as hell, Harry.

But we're getting out of town right now,

and you're coming with us.

- I want to go with you Louis.

- [Louis] Terrific.

The boys will take care of your mother.

You keep your chin up.

I don't want you worrying
about a thing, okay?

- Thanks, Louis.

- [Louis] Okay, meet me
at the airport in an hour.

You know how to get there?

- We'll take a taxi, Louis.

- We?

Who's we?

- Me and my mother.

She gets very lonely without me.

- [Louis] Your mother?

I thought she was dead.

- She won't be in the way, Louis.

I promise.

- I have a better idea.

You stay right where you are, Harry.

We'll be right over.

(tense music)

(soft chiming music)

(soft guitar music)

(bag zipping)

(car horn honking)

Hey, Harry.

- Sorry about your old lady, Harry.

- I didn't come out clean.

- Huh?

- I mean, I took a bath

but I didn't come out clean.

- Shut the fuck up and do it.

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(soft guitar music)

(car horn honking)

(upbeat music)

(soft music)

(upbeat music)
(singer vocalizing)

♪ There were flowers all around ♪

♪ And the sun did shine ♪

♪ There was music of all happy sounds ♪

♪ And love was easy to find ♪

♪ I love you and you love me ♪

♪ Expression you have made me see ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Was here to stay ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Would never go away ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Gone are the flowers
that were all around ♪

♪ And the sun no longer shines ♪

♪ Gone is the music of our happy sound ♪

♪ And love isn't easy to find ♪

♪ Our love is greater than life itself ♪

♪ But now I have nothing left ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Had gone away ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ It couldn't stay ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

♪ Love love love ♪

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(gentle orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music continues)

(gentle upbeat music)

(gentle upbeat music continues)