All language subtitles for TheLastDonIICD1_eng

He that doubteth is damned if he eat
because he eateth not of faith.

For whatsoever is not of faith

is sin.

Is doubting a sin?

Yes, it is.

Then what is murder?

Father, I want you
to listen to me.

My husband was murdered,
I was a witness.

And I know who killed him.

Let's take this slowly,
just begin at the beginning.

It was our wedding night.

It was my brothers
who killed him.

And if they knew I was telling
you this, they would kill me too.

Still, after all these years,
they would kill me.

I live in fear, father.

Everyday of my life.

They've taken my son Dante,
and they're hiding him.

You must look to God.
He has all the answers.

What God? Where is he?

Well, he's always listening.

He's not listening.

This is just a great big empty
space with nobody in it.

If he's sitting up there somewhere,
why doesn't he give me a sign?

Mrs. Clericuzio, if you have faith,
He will manifest Himself.

Seek ye first the kingdom of God.

I don't want Scriptures and Prayers.

I want my son back.

I want something real,
something I can touch...

something made
of flesh and bones.

You understand me?

Why can't you just
help me get my son back?

Will you?

I'll try.

Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

It's very simple.
Dante Clericuzio is dead.

I celebrated a Mass at Don Clericuzio's
request last year at this time.

The mother
refuses to accept it, that's all.

I don't think she knows.

Rose Marie Clericuzio
suffers from a mental condition.

She's in and out of hospitals,
shock treatment...

insulin, tranquilizers.
They try everything.

What do we do?

We don't take her
allegations seriously.

I recognize that the family
has committed wrongful acts,

but the Church
has to be there for them.

I just don't want trouble with the
Clericuzio family after all these years.

You understand?

Our first house in
Jackson Heights cost $5,OOO dollars.

Can you believe that?

We had chickens in the back.

- Cock-a-doddle-doo!
- I almost cut your throat.

Hold still pa, hold still.

A year later we sold
it for $13,OOO. Big deal.

Your mother used to make my shirts...

she was a genius at shirtmaking.

I tried to buy her
an electric sewing machine...

"Get that thing outta here."
She liked the old treadle better.

Bergamot, ain't nothing
but an old playboy, eh?

- Straight out of GQ.
- Come on, let me help you, Pop.

- Pop, right here.
- No wheelchair.

- I do not need a wheelchair.
- Pop, we just thought that...

...'cause your gonna be
on your feet all day.

You want all those people
to think that Don Clericuzio

hasn't strength
to walk on his birthday?

What's the matter with you?

Thank you, Gino.
Thanks for coming.

Claudia.

How are things
at the movie studio?

Christmas movie projections
are off the chart.

Were gonna make a hundred million,
maybe more.

That's my birthday
present to you, uncle.

Such a clever girl, my niece, Claudia.
So beautiful, too.

What a wise man I am
making you head of the studio.

I'd like to introduce
you to Dirk Von Shalberg...

the star of our next big blockbuster,
"The Fumigator".

I kill the bugs.

I'm the human insecticide.

But they're big bugs, uncle.
Huge, huge.

The bugs, they come
from the outer space.

It's a real pleasure to meet you.

You're the first to know.

We're gonna be married.

Good, good, it's time.

I wish you happiness,
and many babies.

- I tell her four babies.
- No, no. Six, at least six.

- Mass production.
- Two babies is enough.

Thanks. Enjoy yourself.
I'll be watching.

Happy Birthday.

What was that, Claudia's gonna
marry a bug exterminator?

No, no Pop, he's a movie star.

The biggest movie star in the world.

Which is nice for us
because it's a double contract.

One with Lodestone Studios,
and a marriage contract with Claudia.

You're the one that should
have a marriage contract...

you should have done it
before you lost all your hair.

- Make a wish, Pop.
- How about eighty-six more years?

It defeats the purpose
if you wish for more than you can get.

I'll settle for fourteen.
I'd like to make one hundred.

You got it, Pop, one hundred
happy years in the bag.

Nothing's in the bag, Giorgio.

Hey, Pop, here's Billy D'Angelo.

- Billy.
- Don Clericuzio.

Sit down, Billy.

Your father would be proud to know
you're our number one capo now.

Oh, you and my dad were the lions, eh?

Wow, now it's "Cosa Nostra"
for everybody.

It's a free-for-all, the Chinese,
the Vietnamese, the Columbians.

Jackals and hyenas,
let them feed off the dead.

The future of the Clericuzio
is there.

My niece Claudia
and her fiancee.

Such a beautiful couple I'll say.

They may never be so happy again.

They don't know,
someday their bodies are gonna fail

and their gonna grow
old like me. And die.

What are you talking about?
You're invincible.

Hold on.

Will you do me the honor?

Will you dance with me?

I can't tell you how
much I would enjoy that...

but I have hung up my dancing shoes.

Don't disappoint me,
Uncle Dominico.

You over did it, Pop.

You should've used
the wheelchair like we said.

And what's with the dancing
when you can hardly stand?

What about my nephew Croccifixio?

He didn't know that
you wanted to see him, Pop.

He's still living in
Paris with that movie star.

He's got an easy life
living off his investments.

I love the boy.

It was good to send him away.

Get him out of this dirty business,
but I miss him.

Yeah, I know you do, Pop.

You gotta rest. Your heart's
beating like a bongo drum.

- Do you believe in life after death?
- Aw, stop talking like that, Pop.

- I saw your mother yesterday.
- It was a dream, Pop.

No, she was there...

by the door smiling at me.

Aw, you're seeing ghosts.

She wasn't a ghost.
I know ghosts.

I sleep now.

I think about the food
your mother used to cook.

The best pizza.

Better than they make now.
Very thin.

Italian sauces.
I used to go crazy.

That's it, Pop,
you think about the food.

You will get married, won't you?
You promise me.

I promise, Pop.

Don't worry about that now, okay?

You just try to get some sleep.

- I'm gonna call the doctor.
- No, son...

...call a priest.

No, come on, dad, no.

Call a priest.

My dad was a kid, he was forced to beg
for food on the streets of Catania.

Your father took him
under his wing...

he reminded us everyday
of our debt to this family.

Well, I want to thank you
and your father

for your loyalty and service
over the years, Billy.

Billy: Don Clericuzio,
he was a great man.

You're wasting your prayers,
you know.

Miss Clericuzio...

He's truly evil.

Aren't ya, ya old bastard?

You know what I see
when I look at him?

The Devil.

"Carne Morte."

Miss Clericuzio... you're in shock.

...you didn't deserve to have
a quiet death, did you?

Murderer...

Thief...

You're a common criminal.

Miss Clericuzio... you're in shock.

Look daddy, daddy please come back.

I wish you were still alive,

so that I could kill you myself.

- You're upset.
- You're right, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me,
you've never seen the devil, have you?

Because you're too good,
you're too pure.

I've seen the devil
Miss Clericuzio...

and he's no dead man.

Have you seen God too?

Bishop Enzo,
he's so innocent, so pure.

Where did you find him?

Rose Marie, perhaps
we should join your brothers.

Come on.

Bishop, can you please
help me find my son?

No one will tell me anything and
I feel him, he's reaching out to me.

- Come child...
- but I can't find him...

Carry on with your prayers,
Father Luca.

Father Luca,
would you pray for my son?

Well, we have many problems
ahead of us...

and some big decisions to make.

Everyone's going to be trying to take
over pieces of the Clericuzio territory.

Other gangs.
Other families.

We have to hit them first
with a preemptive strike.

They'll be moving in on the gambling.

Nothing's safe.
Loddstone studios.

- Even your restaurants, Vinnie.
- Don't worry.

They come anywhere near my restaurants

I'll serve the cajones
up his rocky mountain oysters.

It's a huge opportunity
for the government.

They're gonna take advantage
of the weakness...

now that your father's gone.

We have to show the other families
that we're still in control.

Billy's right, but I can't
manage everything on my own.

My area of expertise
is stocks and bonds.

Isn't this what the Don
always wanted?

For the family to finally be legit?

We hit the casino in Pittsburgh
there'll be more after that.

Pittsburgh city council
won't budge.

They're afraid of the underworld
element gambling will bring in.

Big surprise.

We're just going
to have to face it.

Our enemies are gonna be hittin'
us from left and right.

All right,
here's what I propose...

Dirk:
Where's the woman?

Uh, she's playing
hide and seek, yeah?

Hi honey, I'll meet you in the car,
I'll be there in a minute.

The Fumigator calls.

He's valuable property, though.

Be careful.

I got the number one crew
in the whole city.

The best steel workers, welders.

Look, I already told you,
you got a gripe, talk to my foreman.

I'm not gripin', I'm asking.

What do I gotta do to get
a contract?

- You want a kickback?
- I don't ask for kickbacks.

I never done that in my life.
You come in with a good bid.

Hey, that is all it takes.

There's plenty of work to spread around.
We have always been fair.

Your foreman won't give me
the time of day.

He don't know you.
He don't know your company.

Now his nose is out of joint because
you go over his head, you come to me.

You be reasonable,
we'll be reasonable.

The Clericuzio's want everybody
to get their chance.

Now, get out of here,
stop hassling me

or your gonna end up with
cement shoes.

Hey, Giorgio. Long time.

It's really good to see you.

I heard about the Don and
then Petie. I'm sorry.

How are Petie's wife and kids?

Aw, every one's doing as well
as can be expected.

I think somebody followed
me from the airport.

Aw, Giorgio, relax,
you're in Paris.

- You want something?
- Uh, whiskey.

(speaking French)

What happened to Petie
was not an accident.

He was set up.

The guy hassling him
has disappeared...

and for all we know this crane
operator could be in the Caribbean...

right now guzzling pina coladas.

This could be the start
of a Mafia war.

I'm asking you for all of us,
Vinnie and his family...

Petie's family.
We need you, Cross.

We need you to come back.

I got my own life here now.
Athena...

I adopted her daughter.
Now I gotta think about my family.

What about your sister Claudia?
She's your family too.

Giorgio, I'm sorry.

My father forgave you,
you know.

He planned to bring you back home.
He wanted you to take his place.

I can't.

They're killing
Clericuzio's, Cross.

They'll be after you too.
You're not safe either.

Next we have the fork.

Cross: Yeah, but it might
go down, right?

Athena: Now the plate is the last
thing you have to put down.

Cross:
I'll play it safe.

Bethany's setting the table
all by herself.

Oh, well look at this, fork, spoon,
knife, plate and a napkin.

That's great, Bethany.

Oh wait a minute, Bethany,
wait for mama.

Honey, she's doing so much better,
the doctor even said so.

Hey, mama.

Eve's in the other room with Bethany,
she'll watch her for a minute.

- Come here.
- You're right.

I start thinking my only purpose on
earth is taking care of Bethany.

Gotta leave a little for me.

Click-a-de-clack
click-a-de-clack goes the railroad

...track, come on Bethany.

Come on I know you know this.

Click-a-de-clack
click-a-de-clack

click-a-de-clack
goes the railroad...

...track.

Bethany, you did it,
that was it.

Click-a-de-clack click-a-de-clack
click-a-de-clack goes the railroad.

Track.

That's my girl.

(doorbell rings)

You did it.

Oh, thank you.
My husband's new shirts.

(repeats in French)

Cross, your new shirts are here.
I'll bring them up.

Athena, don't open the package.

Don't open it, Athena,
don't open it. Don't.

Giorgio.

Take her inside, Eve.

Cross, you're home now.
Everything's going to be fine.

Thanks, Billy.

Croccifixio.

And your beautiful wife and
your little girl.

Thank you, Rose Marie.

I know that this isn't the right time to
tell you this, but please listen to me.

You can not trust Giorgio.

He knows something about Dante
and he won't tell me.

I'm sorry, Rose.
I don't know anything about Dante.

Rose, please, not now.

I've called the meeting
of the ten Dons.

You must be suspicious
of everyone right now.

You might even think
I ordered Athena's death

to get you back here,
but it's not true.

I've had my moments, Giorgio,
but I know you didn't do it.

Whoever did do it is going
to be in this room tonight.

Watch old man Borgetto.
He gets my vote.

Welcome everyone.
Thank you for coming.

- Don Borgetto.
- I so sorry, Croccifixio,

- all your troubles.
- Thank you, Don Borgetto.

Don Migliaccio.

Thank you for coming,
short notice.

Gentlemen, please sit.

There's plenty of food and wine.

Don Rosario, Giorgio tells me
you've been in the hospital.

You outta get plenty
of rest now.

I get plenty of rest when I die.
But look...

...look at these beauties.
My grandchildren keep me up.

You're right.
They're beautiful kids. Please.

We've asked you all here
this evening...

to discuss the tragic events
of the past few weeks...

and the repercussions
that may follow.

The Clericuzio will not rest
until we find out who ordered

the murders of Petie Clericuzio
and my wife.

There are rumors in Philadelphia
that the Cubans are behind it.

They wanted to launder
some drug money.

- We wouldn't touch it.
- Neither did we.

Always, we wanted
the decision on drugs.

I don't think it's the Cubans,
Don Borgetto.

But since we're speaking of rumors,
let's talk about

- this marble you import from Sicily.
- Filetto rosso...

the finest Sicilian marble.

There's word that the caret holes are
filled with pure Arabia powder.

Undetectable.
Dogs can't smell it.

Look at me.
Why do I need more money?

That a building goes up
in Philadelphia without my okay.

On top of that, my only son Pauly,
he's not in this business.

He's a teacher.
Such a good boy.

A religious person. He lights a candle
for his poor mother every night.

So, I can die happy,
and with a clear conscience.

Croccifixio, Giorgio...

You can trust the Borgettos.

Some of us have never
trusted Napoliano.

My wife, she was from Naples.
Not me.

I hope everybody here tonight
is beyond

family rivalries and superstitions.

The world is moving fast.
We gotta keep up with it.

Sicily, Sicily's a small island.

Our fathers and grandfathers came
to America with nothing and...

in the space of a few years literally
owned the great city of New York.

Then they spread their power
across this country.

That is our legacy.

Now someone is trying to take away
everything we ever worked for...

fought for...
sacrificed for.

Open your eyes and ears
to the slightest hint of betrayal.

Very good,
you're very good at this.

Now, what are you thinking.
That's right.

Bethany, time for lunch.

It's your favorite,
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

- Hi.
- Hello. It's lunch time, Bethany.

Peanut butter and jelly.

Oh, I'm sure you can take
the puzzle with you.

No. No. We have rules,
lunch first...

puzzle after.

You can play with it later.

Cross:
Let her take the puzzle.

Bethany, Bethany.

Bethany,
it's okay honey, it's all right.

Bethany, it's Cross.
It's all right.

I wouldn't hurt you, honey.

Bethany. Bethany.
Look at me. Look at me.

It's time to eat.
Lunch?

It's good.

I bet you love to eat,
don't you?

Bethany, Bethany, Bethany, wait.

Josie Cirolia.

Hi. I was waiting in the hall
and I saw Bethany.

I just thought I'd introduce myself.
I hope that's okay.

It's been difficult for her.

I'm not her real father...

and when her mom was alive
we were making real progress.

I'm sorry, Mr. De Lena...
about your wife.

Please, sit down.

I've looked over your resume.

You had a lot of experience.

- You know I knew your dad?
- Did you?

I played golf with him in Vegas
a couple times.

I was sorry to hear
about his heart attack.

He died happy.
He just hit a hole in one.

So, the school I worked at in
San Francisco was very progressive.

I was wondering,
after looking over Bethany's records

she seemed to do very well in
an institution with other children.

Bethany stays here where she's safe.

Now, I can pay you very well, but it
will be a real commitment on your part.

As you can see it's no picnic.

I didn't expect a picnic.

Autistic children, they live in
a very mysterious world.

And if there's a chance of getting
inside that world and bringing her out

then I want to try.

When can you start?

Today? Your driver picked
me up from the airport...

I have all my stuff in the car.

- Okay
- Wow.

Cousin Giorgio will work out
all the details with you.

If you have any questions,
please ask.

Ah. Mr. De Lena?

Bethany will be more comfortable
in sweat pants and a t-shirt.

No sharp buttons and nothing fancy.

Sure, whatever you think.

And we'll need a good sized
room for school.

And a computer,
Mr. De Lena.

Show Miss Carolia the room
in the east wing next to Bethany's.

You got it.

...they tend to think in pictures.

Hi.

Do you want to come with me?

Sure.

Much better.
Get some light in here.

De Lena loves that kid.

But, she don't give him lunch.
Not a smile, not a hug.

He don't sleep.

Wanders through the house at night.

You'll hear him.

He's thinking of her, I guess.

You mean, his wife?

The most beautiful woman
I've seen in my whole life.

I was with him in Paris.
They were great together.

She had some body on her.

Yeah, he was smiling in those days.

Did they ever find
out who was responsible?

For the bomb, I mean.

- He'll find out.
- Then what?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm only interested in Bethany.

You know, anything that would
help me understand her better.

Yeah, well,
just a friendly tip...

if you know too much of what's going
on around here it's gonna hurt you.

Could somebody tell us how
to get to Castel de Tusa?

These road signs.
It's crazy.

Does anybody speak English?

I show you.

Hey, wait a minute.

No problem.
I go to village near there.

It's my daughter's communion.

I'm very late.

Do you supose he's in the mafia?

Shauna, give me a break.

He's a peasant.
"Stupido."

He understands English.

El cuerpo de Cristo.

We're doing a
TV movie about the mafia.

We were told that
everything here is the mafia.

If it's the police, it's the mafia.
If it's not the police, it's the mafia.

But we can't find
one damn person that's in it.

Well, it's true.

El cuerpo de Cristo.

Thank you and good luck.
I hope you find the mafia.

Thank you.

No...

No!

(shouting in Italian)

(knock at door)

Come in.

Cross, Lia Vazzi has arrived.

Lia.

My dear friend.
Bruno, bring him a glass.

Please, sit.

Lia no, I'm not the Godfather.

Someone must take the lead.
It's most important.

Your wife, your kids.

- How?
- I was hiding out...

working in Siracusa
on a fishing boat.

I was going to my
daughter's communion.

I was late.

So they slaughter my family
in place of me.

First they kill Petie to break
the back of the Clericuzio.

Then they try you and me
to ensure their safety.

These hands...

they're no longer meant for
anything but to kill.

I'm only a machine now.

My heart, my soul,
my life...

I lost on the steps
of San Girolamo.

How do we go on?

We find them and we kill them.

Do you remember Frankie Lamponi?
"Frankie Lips"?

He did some jobs with us.
His mother says he's a junkie.

She thinks he's getting
it from the Borgetto's.

Frankie Lips.

That was always his trouble.
He couldn't keep them closed.

Pick him up tomorrow.
See what he knows.

Sal, Pepe, come on you guys.
Is this a joke?

Pauly Borgetto is trying
to clean me up, is all.

I've got this drug problem
and I've been trying...

No! Oh God.
This is a mistake.

If the Borgettos have something
against the Clericuzio,

I don't know nothing about it.
What are you doing?

Tell me what you're going do?

I'm gonna light you fire.

You gonna burn me up?
You're nuts.

You Sicilian freak.
You're crazy.

We'll see who's crazy.

- I've got nothing to tell you.
- That's too bad.

Look. I know nothing of the murders
of your families, okay?

I've never been to Sicily.
I don't want to go to Sicily.

I hate Sicily.

There was a plan to blow up
Croccifixio de Lena, right?

I heard rumors that somebody's
out to get him...

and his wife took the hit.
That's all I know.

But that's all it was.
It was street talk.

I didn't do nothing.
I swear, please.

I didn't do nothing.

Cross: Lia...

Cross, you tell this freakin'
nut to let me down.

The only Borgetto
I know is Pauly.

He didn't do nothing bad.
He's a saint.

Please, oh, God.

- Let him down.
- You want me to stop?

(sobbing)
Oh god!

Oh, thank you.

I need a little more time
to break this kid down.

He doesn't have anything to say.
He doesn't know anything.

Guilty or innocent,
we should kill him.

This way we're going to
make another enemy.

We can't afford to be soft.

This is not the time
to be soft.

Who's there?

What are you afraid of?

Come here.

Dad?

Is that you?

Were you expecting
somebody else?

They told me you were dead.

Hey, kid, do I look dead?

- It was a set-up.
- Son of a bitch.

Hey, come on over here.
Give your old man a hug.

(laughing)

Dad, this whole time I thought...

They don't take out
your Pop that easy.

But kid...

how many times I gotta tell you?

You gotta shoot first.

What happened?
I heard shouting.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just a...

coming to turn off
the light.

I had a bad nightmare.

I'll get it.

Excuse me.

No, it's okay.

Look, I wish there was
something I could...

Anyway, if you ever need to talk...

I'm here.

Okay.

So, good night and sweet dreams.

My mother used to say that.

My mother used to, too.
She always used to say that.

Good night.

(children laughing)

Look, grandpa.

Yes, Alexi,
I see. I see.

Look, grandpa, see.
The canon shooted.

Grandpa... wake up, grandpa.

This is it.
This is an all out war.

First the Clericuzio family
and now Don Rosario.

In front of his grandchildren.

I mean, what kind of guy kills
somebody in front of kids?

The same guy that killed
Lia's children.

I should have talked to Frankie.
I could have gotten it outta him.

Lia Vazzi is from the old country.
His methods are too crude.

I would have sweet-talked him.

Frankie's dealing drugs
for the Borgettos.

He knows what's going on.

And old man Borgetto...
he's defied the family for years.

He wants everything,
he gives nothing.

And now that the Don is gone,
this is his chance.

I agree.

No, I don't think we should
sit on our backsides

while the Borgettos knock
us off one-by-one.

Wait a minute,
we've got to be sure. Right?

I think we should put
a hit on old man Borgetto.

No.

Not old man Borgetto...

we take out his only son...
Pauly.

Pauly?

Pauly's a good kid.
Billy, Pauly's a teacher.

He's the light of
Borgetto's life...

just like Athena
was the light of yours.

Hit him where it counts.

An eye for an eye.

- Here he is. Pauly Borgetto.
- Sister Agnes.

Every night like clock work.

Can we depend on you to help us
at the breakfast tomorrow?

Your pancakes are always
a big success.

Of course.
I'll be there, sister.

Flappin' pancakes for Jesus, huh?

That Pauly,
such a sweet boy.

Good night, sister.

So?

Don Borgetto's
only son is dead.

Thatta boy.
Back to Quogue.

Don't break the speed limit.

May I bother you for some sugar?

Yeah? Thanks.

Borgetto's son was butchered
last night in a church in Philadelphia.

An innocent boy.
No clues. Nobody saw nothing...

except for a couple of
nuns leave the building.

Lia Vazzi came back
first thing this morning.

Billy D'Angelo was with him.

He was carrying a black bundle
under his arm.

- Vazzi was carrying it.
- Find it.

The weapon could be
concealed inside it.

Inside my newspaper is a kit
with a wire and mike.

I want you to install it
title three, in the den.

Have a nice day.

Your paper.

I called the airlines a few weeks
after Dante disappeared

and he was on the flight list.
Flight 942 to Buenos Aires.

On March 8th.

They're always there.

Watching me, waiting for me.

The only people they trust
me talking to are priests.

I checked all the hotels in
Buenos Aires and nothing.

It's like he landed and then
just disappeared.

I know my brothers
did something.

The probably have him incarcerated
in Argentina somewhere.

He's probably rotting
away in some dingy cell.

Rose Marie?

Look, sometimes in life we all
have to face painful truths...

because truth is
the one constant...

I'm sorry, but the truth is your
son is no longer alive.

"Flesh shall perish and..."

Stop it.

There was a mass conducted
for him in the family chapel...

Tell me who was there.

And where's the body. If my son's
really dead, where is he?

From what I understand the body was
destroyed in some kind of accident.

Accident?
My family doesn't have accidents.

I don't believe you.

- My son is not dead.
- Your son is dead.

You must accept that.

You hear me?

Why don't they just kill me
and get it over with?

Those things will kill you.

Then you should encourage it.

What do you want?

I always looked up to you,
my big brother.

I simply want to know
what happened to Dante.

Don't start, Rose.

- I know he's dead.
- Yeah, who told you that?

It doesn't matter
how I found out.

I know.

Look, Rose, father didn't want
to cause you anymore grief.

How thoughtful.

It wasn't my idea to keep it
from you, Pop wanted it that way.

And you always did what Pop
wanted, huh, Giorgio?

You were the intelligent one,
the obedient one.

Your daddy is dead.

You don't have anybody.

You're unloved, Giorgio.

Give it a rest.

- You killed my son, didn't you?
- No. I would never have done that.

You would do anything
father would ask you to.

I've done some terrible things,
but killing Dante wasn't one of them.

Oh, no? Then who, huh?

It wasn't Petie, 'cause Petie
got a kick out of Dante.

He gave him his first job.

And it sure as hell wasn't Vinnie
because he could never hurt anybody.

It was you and you're lying.

You think my father would have wanted
me around after such a thing?

A constant reminder of
what happened to his grandson?

- He would have sent me away.
- Yeah, sure, just like Cross?

God, how could I be so stupid?

How could I... Cross is good.

Cross is sweet.

I protected him.
How could I be so stupid...

and not know he's
as corrupt as the rest of you?

It's okay. It's okay, Rose.

Rose, I didn't mean it
that way.

Rose, what are you doing?

- I protected you.
- What are you doing?

You killed my baby.

I'm going to kill you.

Give me the knife.

I said, "Don't touch me."

Leave me alone.

It's okay. Shhh...

Now Rose, in a few minutes
you'll feel better.

No, Giorgio, no shots.
I don't want a shot.

- Nice and easy, Rose.
- No more shots.

Nice long sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.

Frank, give me those tissues.
I gotta clean this up.

I think we should get her back
to the clinic tonight.

I can't do that. There's not a
Clericuzio that's safe out there.

- Somebody will get to her.
- Maybe that will be a blessing.

We'll keep her under guard day
and night with a couple of nurses.

That way we control things.

Nobody blames you for this.
Dante was a psycho.

My father couldn't kill
his own grandson.

He maneuvered it
so you'd do it for him.

For the family.

Can I see your arm?

No, I'm all right.

It may need stitches.
Please, let me see.

What are you,
a nurse, too?

Well, you have to learn first aid
things can get messy with kids.

It looks like the bleeding stopped.

You really should have
a doctor look at this.

I'll get it looked at tomorrow.

How about Ms. Clericuzio,
is there anything I can do?

Don't worry about her,
that's not your job.

I know, I'm just trying to help.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's a...

You're upset,
you have a right to be.

Give me your hand.

- My hand?
- You need to press very hard here.

Ooh, men are such babies.

It's good to see you smile.

It's good to have
something to smile about.

Good night.

Good night.

Father, nice of you to visit.

Actually I'm here because...

Ms. Clericuzio called me.

Yes, I know.
You'll have to excuse her.

My aunt has had a relapse.

Her phone's been disconnected.
I'm sure you won't be bothered again.

That would explain why she said
she's being held prisoner.

Yes, I understand
why you're concerned, father.

But under the circumstances,
her brothers and I...

thought it'd be best for her here
rather than in a clinic.

It's safer, father,
for everyone.

Well, I'd like to see her.

I'm afraid she's in
no shape to see anyone.

This isn't a social call,
Mr. De Lena.

Rose Marie asked for help
God's help.

I'm a priest,

whatever she tells me
is confidential.

It's not for public record.

I think it would benefit you...

and this house,
if she could be helped.

Take a break.
I'll look after her for a while.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Rose Marie?

Rose Marie?

I came as soon as I could.

I want... to sleep.

I just want to pull the covers
over my head and sleep.

I want to kill myself.

No, please...

Don't tell me that
I'm going to burn in hell.

You're in hell already, Rose Marie.

This is hell,
this house...

this family, this life.

This is hell.

You have to get out of here,
do you hear me?

I don't understand.

Listen to me.
I'm no stranger to violence.

I watched my brother get
stabbed to death

on the steps of our apartment
when I was seven years old.

I understand this.

You stick around in hell long enough,
you see the devil.

I knew when I saw him my life
was over unless I changed.

I decided I wanted to live.

I wanted to change.

But you've got to decide for yourself.

What do you want?
A life, or this living death?

I want...

I want to live for my son.

Good.

To stand up for him.

To speak for him.

Okay.

- I'll come see you everyday.
- Okay.

I want you to clean yourself up, okay?

Take a bath.
Wash your hair. I'm serious.

Be calm, cooperate.
Then they won't fill you with drugs.

And you head will
be clear to work.

Because it takes work
to save a soul.

I'll be back tomorrow.

They're all around us...
crawling, slithering, wiggling.

They're only bugs.

Mutants.
Some the size of trucks.

Hatching from all these eggs.

I kill them all...

males, females,
little babies, eggs and sperm.

My husband...

The scientist?

He never meant for this to happen.

Things ran amuck.

Females are so ripe,
so fertile.

They consume the males after mating
in a nuptial frenzy.

Oh, the frenzy...

My husband's not
going to like you.

Husbands never do.

Cut!

Oh, your breath.

My breath?

Your armpits.

Excuse me.

This actress... better to kiss
a fertile cockroach.

You have to learn to get along
with her. She's a lovely actress.

I belong with you.
You're the only girl I want to kiss.

You make me a good boy, no?

So, when are we going to set a date...

get married and have babies?

- We need to find a quiet place...
- Hi, Dirk.

...no fans, no paparazzi.

Actually I think I know
the perfect place.

The Clericuzio mansion in Quogue.

I can guarantee
it'll be just the family.

Great.

Tonight, we'll take my plane.

No, no, no. I have to get a dress...

Hey, kid, I don't wait forever.

At ten you have a meeting
with Ben St. Amande.

Oh, God.
He's such a bore.

They're over budget.
He's going to make a plea.

At 1O:3O the people
from TriMedia are here.

Staff meeting at eleven.
Dailies at noon.

Lunch at Spago with
Bobby Bantz.

Bobby Bantz?
You set up a lunch with that creep?

He called for the third time
and he had an opening.

I guess it's better to know
what he's up to.

Haircut at two.

Cancel the haircut.

You've canceled it
five times, Ms. De Lena.

So now it's six.
Call Harvey Brimhall immediately.

And coffee, I could use some coffee.

Call Stella. Tell her I need a
dress for a wedding.

Who's getting married?

I am.

Claudia, you look fabulous.

This job obviously agrees with you
more than a month in Maui.

Well, you look pretty damn
good yourself, Bobby.

Well, that's because
I'm back in business.

Finally the gossip dies down.

I mean, personally
I thought I was set up.

Statutory rape.

That bitch was thirty
if she was a day.

But anyway,
thank god Hollywood forgets.

David Begelman came back.

Maybe you've forgotten,
Begelman shot himself.

I would never do that.
That would hurt.

Thank you, Rene,
that's perfect.

Yeah, let me get another
Margarita, no salt.

Rene.

Well, Claudia,
say, "Thank you."

Say, "Thank you."

- Thank you.
- And you know for what?

Because I'm about to do you
the biggest favor

anyone has ever done you.

Now, I could have taken
this to Universal,

but I thought it needed
a woman's touch.

I could have gone to the mouse,
but life's too short.

So, Arnold's begging
me for this project...

but I thought it had your
boyfriend's name all over it.

What is it?

Who is the most notorious
spy in history?

Mata Hari.

Bobby, that's been pitched to me
at least four times this year.

Not, not, not with this take...

Dirk Von Shalberg as Mata.
He does the whole thing in drag.

You bet. Now, he's a
cross-dressing Mata Hari.

Sometimes he's Mata,
sometimes he's Harry...

Bobby, please...

Bobby, listen.
It stinks, Bobby.

It stinks.

Don't you laugh at me.
Don't you dare laugh.

You took away my studio.
You made me a laughingstock once.

Don't you dare laugh at me.

Excuse me, but you don't need
any more enemies in this town.

You've got plenty.
You haven't heard the last of me.

I Claudia, take you Dirk,
for my lawful husband...

(repeats)

...to have and to hold
from this day forward...

(repeats)

...for better for worse,
for richer, for poorer...

...in sickness and in health
until death do us part.

They're saying, whoever killed
Pauly Borgetto used a "lupara",

a wolf gun to shoot a lamb.

Old man Borgetto
is all broken up about it.

Yeah, we'll see how broken up.

Your new brother-in-law has
a bad reputation with the ladies.

I'm just telling you because
she is your sister.

I figured as much.

- Ms. Cirolia.
- Hi.

I took refuge in here.

I'm not so good at weddings.

Thank you for including me.

I just felt a little
uncomfortable out there.

I'm not too big on parties
anymore either.

Dancing...

Oh, I'm a terrible dancer.

I used to pray that
no one would ask me.

My palms used to sweat.

My ma and dad, they were
the dancers in our family.

They were something.
You should've seen them.

And Athena too.

You never talk about her.

I think it would help Bethany
if you spoke about her mom.

- It may help her understand.
- Understand?

Understand what?

She saw what happened to her mother.
It's not going to help to remind her.

I'm trying to
shield her from that.

But you can't shield her.
She still hurts.

Ms. Cirolia...

maybe this isn't
the place for you.

Well, you're not going to
fire me, are you?

Because you can't.
We're just getting to know one another.

She's just beginning to trust me.
It would be brutal to leave her now.

I'm just trying to be
the best father I can be.

I know.

Perhaps you're trying too hard.

Be patient.

Let her come to you.
Let her initiate it.

She just needs love...

like all of us.

We all need to be loved.

Get down.

Stay down.
Everybody stay down.

What is it?
What happened?

Just stay down.

It's okay. Just a little problem
with the electricity.

Welcome to the family.

Great. Does this mean I have to
help pay the electric bill?

Mr. De Lena...

It was nothing,
just a bad fuse.

Thanks, Lia.

Can I talk to you,
alone?

Ms. Cirolia, would you
excuse us for a minute?

Don Borgetto is outside
at the gate.

He asked to speak to you.

It's urgent.

He came alone,
except for his driver.

Bring him through
the patio, okay?

He was a good boy, Pauly.
He couldn't even kill a spider.

He used to pick them up and
put them outside the house.

Such a respect for
living things.

What do you want?
My building contracts,

my highway construction...

I'm giving up
all my enterprises.

Don Borgetto, you've got plenty
of good years ahead of you.

I have seen so many people die.
Stupid deaths.

For what?
Shot down in the street.

I don't want to die
like a criminal.

I owe that much to my son.

You thought the Borgettos wanted
to move in on the Clericuzio.

Never Cross, never.

Back to Sicily.

I have a beautiful home
overlooking the Ionian Sea.

That's how I want
to end my days.

I am homesick.

Perhaps your men can
help me out to the car.

Of course.

You remind me of my son.

I depend on you to handle...

my affairs with
the other families.

Arivederci.

Cross?

It was never the Borgettos.

They were innocent.

The Borgettos
were completely innocent.

I wouldn't go that far.

Borgetto was punished
for something he didn't do.

- We killed an innocent kid.
- Come on, Cross.

Maybe the kid wasn't so clean.
You know what they say...

If your mom's a garlic and your dad's
an onion, how could you smell good?

This isn't a joke.

How do I sleep at night
with blood on my hands?

It was my call.

I'm the one that's going
to have trouble sleeping.

- Cross?
- It was never the Borgettos.

This is where he walks into the hall
and his voice fades out.

At least she got
the mike planted.

- You pick up on what she said?
- No.

She just needs to be loved.
We all need to be loved.

- So what?
- Women like him.

He's got a reputation
with the broads.

Maybe Josie's getting,
you know, carried away.

Josie's doing the job.

No, it sounds to me like she's
a little hot for this guy.

So, let her get him into bed.

He'll start to confide.
I want her to get that information...

even if she has to
screw him to death.

- Cross.
- Hey.

Look at Bethany.

It's nice to see her
playing, huh?

I wouldn't mind playing
with that nanny myself.

Do me a favor,
leave the nanny alone.

I've got bad news. I thought
I should come over and tell you.

Your brother-in-law in Hollywood,
big time movie star...

he's been sleeping around
with some broad out there.

Great.

I just don't want to see
your sister get hurt.

What am I going to do?

You want me to take care of him?

No, she loves him.

I'll send him a telegram.

Dirk: Like dungeons
and dragons, yeah?

Girl:
I found it.

(Dirk chuckles)
You found it, did you?

I find it too, yeah?

Von Shalberg, I deliver a telegram.

I know who sent you.

Good. Then perhaps you
know the message.

- Who is that?
- Let go of me.

Damn you, let go!

Dirk, what's going on?

I was drunk...

and then I pass out
and I wake up on the bed.

Nothing else.

You don't get the message.

I love Claudia.
She's the woman for me.

That's all I know.

Just let me get the keys
to the car.

I can't go home without my car.

Okay! Okay.

I get the telegram!
I get the telegram!

You got the laces
good and tight?

- I think I cut my circulation off.
- Don't be a chicken, come on.

No, no. You know what?
I'm gonna just sit and watch.

Look at these kids.
Most haven't skated before.

I haven't skated before either,
but they have stronger bones.

That's true.
But if you fall, I'll pick you up.

All right, hold it.
Wait!

- Big breath. Big breath.
- Wait, wait.

- Ready?
- Yes.

- One hand.
- No, no.

Okay, ready?

And... no hands.

I haven't had this much fun
since I was sixteen.

Jimmy and I sneaked out
of the house.

Is that Dante's father?

Yes.

I bet you can't
beat me, father.

Oh, yeah?
How much?

Stay there,
I'll be back.

Father...

Excuse me, father...

I'm going to get these
cold clothes off.

- And where have you been?
- Ice skating.

Don't get funny with me.

You know, father was right.
You should get married.

It might help your
sense of humor.

Is this part of my sister's
religious instruction?

Investigating the preambles
of faith on ice?

I just took a few kids from
the church on an outing.

I thought it'd be good for Rose Marie
to get out of the house for a while.

I can't believe my men
just let you drive off with her.

Well, who's going to question
of man of the cloth?

You think she's well,
don't you?

She can change overnight.
I've seen it happen too many times.

Your sister's as healthy
as anyone I know.

Perhaps we don't need
you here everyday.

She deserves a little happiness...

after everything,
don't you think?

Yes, but I'm warning you,
my sister's very vulnerable.

And she may misinterpret
your interests.

And we don't want that,
do we, father?

A man in your position?

As a priest.

I knew she'd enjoy it.

Don't look now,
but she's holding my hand.

Uh-oh, pet shop.

Look at the dogs.

Do you like the dogs, Bethany?

- Can you say, "dog"?
- Dog...

Do you want to get a dog?

I think she wants a dog.

You know what I think?
I think the dog's hungry.

What do you say we go
for some ice cream?

Get down!

Cross. He's been shot.

Stay down. Stay down, Josie.

Get behind the wheel.

It's okay, Bethany.

Yeah, the dog's okay.
We're all right.

(TV announcer
reports on shooting)

It's been on the news,
the driver's dead.

Is it true?

Yes, he's dead.

He was with the family
for a long time.

I'm sorry.

- Do you know who it was?
- No.

Can I get you
something to drink?

- No. How's Bethany?
- She's sound asleep with the dog.

You saved our lives.

We'd all be dead
if it weren't for you.

It's okay...

Listen...

I came here to tell
you something.

I want you to go.

I want you to pack up
tomorrow and leave.

Why?

I can't have you getting hurt.

I can't...

it's too late.