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FRANKIE DELANO (VOICEOVER): My name's Frankie, Frankie Delano.

And I'm a professional watcher.

That's what I do.

I try to stay in the shadows and watch.

The man who employs me is Angelo, Angelo Allieghieri,

who is considered a generous man by some, and a very bad man

by others.

But good or bad, he is a father first and foremost,

and has for years, had me watch his daughter-- who, by the way,

doesn't even know she's his daughter,

which really complicates things.

In the last few months, Angelo's been having me

film messages to his daughter.

It's kinda like he's getting his life in order,

which kind of makes me nervous, like

he knows something I don't.

Hey, Frankie, you want me to say something for you?

You know, put in a good word or something?

Please, Angelo, it's going to embarrass me, OK?

Come on, you embarrass too easy.

Frankie, if she ever leaves that sorry excuse of a husband,

you got to keep doing what you're doing for me,

understand?

And Frankie, watch out.

For what?

Watch out for the one who feels

pain, and wants you to know it.

All right, turn it on.

You know, after so many years, it's

become like a pool of memories to me,

never knowing if those memories are real,

or if they're simply what I want to remember.

Because all I have left to join me to that world is her.

FRANKIE DELANO (VOICEOVER): See, that's what Angelo always said,

that she was all he had left.

But that wasn't exactly true.

Because even though I never made a big deal out of it,

he also had me.

See, I pretty much loved Angelo like you would your own father.

Come on, far left.

Don't lose them.

FRANKIE DELANO (VOICEOVER): So it was hard for me

too, having to stay invisible as her world fell apart

after she'd given in to her husband,

and sent her little son off to some distant boarding school.

I see him in the plane.

Rawley!

Rawley!

It wasn't my idea.

I didn't mean to send you away!

Oh, I love you!

Jennifer, Jesus, girl, what are you doing?

[screaming]

Get back in the car.

Look here.

He's driving crazy, a willow in the wind.

KIP BARRETT: Get back in the car.

I just wanna see his face.

Jennifer, Jennifer, for goodness sake.

I'm-- son of a-- get back.

Just get back in.

Bloody hell.

I feel her sadness.

I mean, sending away her only child.

I-- I-- I don't understand that.

But then, I do.

Jennifer, for God's sake's, what

exactly is the trauma here?

Our little soldier is going off to military school.

It'll make him a man.

He's seven.

And you're acting about the same age.

Have you ever considered, um, lightening your hair?

What?

Lightening your hair.

I thought maybe it would, you know, brighten your mood.

You know, this could be corrected, Angelo.

Seriously, it would be my pleasure.

We can't.

You know that.

I understand.

That's right, keep the distance, the distance.

This is perfect.

You know, we send our son off to military school,

where he'd be surrounded by nothing but bullies.

You fired the gardener. The place is a mess.

Half the furniture's in storage.

We can't even afford to get it out.

All because you invested in some other mining

stock or something or other.

We don't even have a home.

Brilliant.

Um, where's my FedEx package, or did you miss place it?

It's-- it's there.

Oh.

How can you be so blas ?

Don't you miss Rawley?

You know, you really have to get a grip on this.

A grip on what?

Seriously, what more could you want?

You keep asking me that.

OK, OK, fine, so go out and get a job.

Well, I had a job, remember?

But you said a mother's place was in the home.

Besides, who would hire me now?

Everything we funnel through to that family of his,

he manages to lose or squander.

Look at her now.

She's skinny.

Probably, uh, nerves.

Now, when I'm gone, you're going to have to take over.

Be sure to fatten her up.

I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, OK?

Everybody's going somewhere.

There's no need for the cannon.

22 should be all we need.

Let the old man finish his meal.

The male wind is blowing this way, ladies.

I'm so messed up.

I just sent my baby boy off to military academy.

Oh, sweetie, come here, come here.

Oh, god, I'm so worried.

Am I having a heart attack? - No.

Is that what's going on?

No, no, men get heart attacks. We don't.

We don't. Men do.

We don't.

Breathe, blow out.

That's it.

Oh, god.

All right, you know what?

What?

Mommy's little helper to the rescue.

I want you to take one of these. No, you know what, sweetie?

Take two.

And leave all your troubles behind, trust me.

What are these?

Your husband gives them to his patients.

Well, for me he triples the dosage.

Jennifer, I said take two pills.

How many-- how many did you take?

I don't know.

Ju-- Just what you told me.

Well, bon voyage, darling.

Oh, my god.

Scusi.

Officer, is there a problem here?

You're in a no-parking zone.

What does Angelo see in a guy like that?

I could run circles around that pain in the ass.

Uh, does, uh, Malatesta know--

Does Malatesta what?

Know about this?

There's a lot the old man don't know.

And as for you, don't sweat the small.

You hear what I'm saying?

[music playing]

This freaking song.

It makes my heart weep every time I hear it.

Yeah, I get a twinge too.

A twinge?

What kind of person just gets a freaking twinge

when you hear a song like this?

So what do you get?

Let me get this straight.

Are you saying that this little distance

here is not negotiable?

The law's the law.

OK, well, how about if I just pull it forward?

And how about I just call for some backup?

How about you not?

If you weren't so cute--

You watch it.

Nice shine, cheap aftershave.

Must be Bruno.

Any last words?

Yeah, try the clams.

They're fabulous.

[screaming]

Hey, it's a good thing I didn't see you earlier,

otherwise I would've had to give you a ticket.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

[sirens]

[phone rings]

Hello?

What?

I'm on my way.

I'll-- I'll be right there.

My son has a temperature of 103.

Oh, well, he'll be all right.

You want some company?

I gotta go.

Later, lucky ones.

Good afternoon, ladies, and welcome.

We have a very special treat for you this afternoon,

all due to the very hard work of our own Jennifer Barrett.

Please join me in welcoming a celebrated author,

Marcello De la Rossa.

It seems there are no men, pity.

If you will indulge me, I would prefer to let

my work speak for itself.

I've taken the liberty of bringing "Our Way,"

the book I published last year.

Then, if you must, ask your questions.

But please be gentle.

"He stood on the cliffs of Appolonia

de Mare, the cliffs of Sicilia.

All about him swirls sounds as holy as God's silence.

The cry of the sailor.

He was home with ghosts of ships that came before.

Come, you Romans and you Greeks, you

dark-eyed Spanish [inaudible].

I've waited too long to come home

without, for time is a thief.

And he never gets caught.

Never, Jennifer.

Yes, no, I'm OK.

[crash]

[shouting]

[MUSIC - KC AND THE SUNSHINE BAND,

"THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT"]

(SINGING) Oh, that's the way, ah-huh ah-huh, I like it.

Ah-huh ah-huh.

That's the way, ah-huh ah-huh, I like it.

Ah-huh ah-huh.

That's the way, ah-huh ah-huh, I like it.

Ah-huh ah-huh.

That's the way, ah-huh ah-huh, I like it.

Ah-huh ah-huh.

Jesus Christ!

Now-- Now, Jennifer, this is not the time

for another one of your--

another one of your scenes.

My scenes?

It's-- it's not what it looks like.

You have no clue what it looks like.

You're-- you're doing her in the pool, and I get Mr. Missionary?

Jen--

Don't you Jen-Jen me.

You were supposed to be my friend.

And now you're nothing but a porn star.

Now I know why you wanted me to lighten my hair.

Get out of here.

[scream]

I have to pick up my kids.

Jennifer, you-- you-- you have to take

your share of responsibility for this, you know?

My share?

Yeah, I mean, have you any idea how lonely I've been

while you've been off doing this--

this-- this book club thing?

You are just about to get lonelier.

[scream]

Oh, man.

Creep.

[MUSIC - TAMARA WALKER, "BRING BACK MY HEART"]

(SINGING) Bring back my heart.

Please say you will.

Because I'm lost without it.

I can't move on without it.

So bring back my heart.

Send back my soul.

And if you do, I'll go on without--

[knocking]

It's my house.

It's my house.

And nothing [inaudible] Kip.

And you are not going to disrespect me.

Jesus.

Ma'am, please.

Uh, if you don't mind.

Hello.

You're hurt.

Yes, ma'am.

I am.

You're bleeding rather profusely.

Well, that's what happens when you get shot.

- Shot? - Yes, ma'am.

You've been shot?

Definitely.

But it's-- it's-- it's not as bad as it looks, really.

Well, you're at the wrong house.

It's the wrong neighborhood.

You want Queens, maybe Brooklyn.

Uh, uh, no, wait.

I'm at the right house, Jennifer.

May I?

I know you, don't I?

Yes, ma'am.

You do.

Uh, I'm s--

I'm sorry.

I can't remember your name.

Frankie, Frankie Delano.

Oh, right, Frankie.

You used to deliver groceries for Angelo when I was a girl.

Yes, ma'am.

When you were-- when you were a kid, ma'am.

The news I heard you presumed.

Come again?

I presume you heard the news.

What news?

Have you got a television?

REPORTER (ON TV): Sources close to the investigation

tell Mobile Leads news team that it had the trademark

sign of a mob hit.

That nice old man.

We've got to get you to a hospital.

It's, um, not necessary.

Uh, the police?

Oh, definitely not necessary.

So what do we do?

But you were shot--

OK, OK.

That's what you said, right?

Oh, ma'am, do you happen to have a DVD player?

DVD?

Yes, ma'am, a DVD player.

It's been shot.

Shot?

Yeah.

DVD has been shot.

A lot of that going around tonight.

There's another one in the master bedroom, I think.

I'm a little drunk and goofy from the loss of blood.

So if I happen to say something out of line,

I'd like to apologize ahead of time.

You can put the towels over there.

Yes.

Great breasts, absolutely great.

They're like champagne glasses.

Apology accepted.

I'm sorry.

Could you please play this?

Oh you-- you're not going to do what I think

you're going to do, are you? - It's OK.

It's no big deal.

I've done it before.

OK.

Oh!

[scream]

Oh, smarts.

OK.

Just two more stitches.

My dear Jennifer--

Did he just say, dear Jennifer?

Could you pass me the whiskey, please?

Thank you.

If you're watching this, I am dead.

How does he know who I am?

Wh-- why is he telling me this?

I'm telling you this because you

are not who you think you are.

Oh, well, right now that's a relief.

There was a war in New York.

He had a lot of enemies at the time they

were trying to take him out.

There was Sammy Carboni who wanted to kill him,

and the same with Lucio Malatesta.

But as much as they both wanted to get Angelo,

they wanted to kill each other even more.

So Malatesta gave Sammy a new set of golf clubs.

It was his way of making sure the hitman would

know just where to find Sammy.

And since this hitman was a trader who worked for us,

it looked like Angelo was behind Sammy's death.

And when the hitman got taken out by Bruno Senior, who

was there left to tell what really

happened with our guy laying dead there

with a smoking gun in his hand?

Wow, what a hit.

FRANKIE DELANO: But what kind of hit man, of any substance,

has his kid, Bruno Junior, waiting in the car

when he does the thing?

At the hospital, Sammy Carboni's first visitor

was, of course, Lucio, Lucio Malatesta,

who's blaming it all on me.

I come to tell you that the guy who shot you

was one of Angelo's men.

Lucio--

Mm-hmm?

My son, little Gianni, I ain't gonna be around to watch

him grow into a man.

If Angelo ever has a child, find it.

Kill it.

My wife, Maria, was pregnant.

So we fled to Sicily, the village of Castellammare.

What more could I want?

My beloved wife, her child on the way, the opera house

that I was renovating to hear the music

that my wife, Maria, loved.

My-- uh, my wife died in childbirth.

I-- uh, I do not have the words for my grief to this very day.

This is just the saddest.

His young wife dies giving childbirth.

This is just, um--

They had a daughter.

A daughter?

FRANKIE DELANO: And when he came to America

he brought himself and his daughter.

But he had enemies over here.

And if they'd ever found him, they would've killed the baby.

Oh, that's awful.

So he found this childless couple

that didn't have much money.

And he gave the husband a job.

And he bought them a big estate in Glencove.

Well, that's where I live.

And even though she had dark hair and they had blonde hair,

he still let them adopt her.

Gave her away.

Uh, is it getting warm in here?

So he took care of all their expenses under one condition,

well--

That the girl never know who her father was.

Because if she were to know--

She'd go looking for him and--

--his enemies would get to her.

So her parents never told her.

And now it's time she knows.

Oh, Jesus.

Now it's time for you to know.

Don't go there.

I--

Don't go there, no.

--am your father, Jennifer.

You are a Allieghieri.

And we do not bow down.

Good night, Jennifer.

Who is it?

I've got a gun, somewhere.

It's only me, ma'am.

Only you?

Good morning.

Let me get this.

JENNIFER BARRETT: Please don't close the door.

I-- I never have any door closed.

Claustrophobic?

My phobia is none of your business.

I'm calling the police.

Please, please, please, please, please,

you don't need to do that.

Are you going to hurt me?

No.

[chuckle]

Look, I got Italian eggs [italian],, a little polenta,

a little biscotti, a little ricotta, and a lot of espresso.

I don't eat that stuff.

I know.

You have a black coffee, dry toast,

no butter, jam once a week.

How do you know that?

Please, it's going to get cold.

[groan]

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you for asking, very good.

Please.

Big house.

Is that your way of asking me why there's no one here.

No, no.

Well, my son's off at military school, if you can believe it,

at seven.

My husband's idea.

Well, my husband's away.

It's my idea.

You really like cooking?

No, I love cooking.

You ought to try the polenta.

It's great for gaining weight.

Your father always wants you to eat more.

My father?

Mm-hmm, you know, Angelo.

That's it.

Enough already, Frankie, with the father--

or whatever your name is.

He is not my father.

Do you understand?

I have a real life father who lives five miles from here.

Wait.

Stop.

Could you-- could you just wait a minute?

Stop.

I-- I'm not going to stop you.

But slow down for a minute.

I just want to talk to you for a second.

[knocking]

Look, if you need someone to drive ya--

Last night did not happen, all right?

So when I come back you, will be long gone.

Thank you for breakfast.

It was lovely meeting you.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Therapy.

Come on, you don't need therapy.

Oh, yeah, oh.

Shopping.

[crash]

Are you OK?

May I help you?

- And your name would be? - Allison.

Enchanting.

Allison, can I see everything you have

[inaudible] in a size seven?

Everything?

I want to melt this mother to the ground.

Cassidy, we have a no-limit on our hands.

I'm going to need backup.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I-- I'll take them all.

[gun shot]

[screaming]

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Oh, my god. - It's all right.

It's all right. It's all over.

It's all over. It's over.

It's over.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

A hit?

That's what that was, right? A hit?

Yes, ma'am, it was.

Who would want to kill me?

Well, I'd say Lucio Malatesta would be at all top of my list.

List?

What list?

Wha-- wha-- people are lining up wanting to kill me?

What am I?

A thanksgiving turkey? - No, no.

People are placing orders?

- Let me drive this car, ma'am. - No, I will drive my own car.

- No, it's OK-- - I will drive my own car.

I know it's your car.

But I'd like to take control of it right now.

I think I'm in a little better mood than you are.

I'm perfectly capable of driving my own car.

Thank you. - I understand.

I know you are.

You're probably a very good driver.

But I think right now I'm the one

who should be driving the car.

[tires screeching]

[hooting]

Maybe it's my fault, ma'am.

Maybe they followed me, and I led them to you.

Well, great, just great.

Until I met you I was perfectly capable of shopping for shoes

without someone trying to kill me.

Oh, Oh.

What?

What is that cologne you're wearing?

Is it Brut?

Oh, don't tell me it's Brut.

You know, ma'am, can we, uh, be just quiet for a couple

of seconds, please? - Well, I am.

I'll let you know.

Yeah, well, I understand.

But I'm really getting a terrible headache, really.

Oh well, pardon me all over the place.

Five seconds ago I almost didn't even have a head!

What's with this?

This?

Don't shrug, speak.

Look, ma'am, what--

what you're doing is you're having

this panic attack syndrome.

And that often happens after a hit, really.

You knew all about those things, don't you?

You're a hitman, right?

Is that what you are?

No, ma'am, actually, see, a hitman takes a life.

I'm a bodyguard.

And a bodyguard protects it.

So you were my father's bodyguard--

Mm-hmm.

--and he got waxed.

And so now you're my bodyguard?

Oh, well, that just fills me with confidence.

I'm like getting a major league freaking migraine, wow.

Do you have any idea how powerful my father is?

He is a very successful New York businessman who will

make your life a living hell.

It's getting there.

[crying]

Look, ma'am, please, I'm sorry.

You don't-- you don't have to do that.

I want to see my father now.

Your father was Angelo.

Take me to my father's house now!

Mother!

PEGGY TOWERS: In here, dear.

My god, did you hear what happened at the mall?

There was a shoot out.

Just think of it.

I have, really.

Uh, I need to talk to you and Daddy immediately.

I think I just heard your father return

from his racquetball lesson.

When did Daddy start playing racquetball?

Your father's having an affair at the club,

with the racquetball instructor.

How old is she?

Well, the she is a he.

Jen-Jen, is that you?

Daddy.

Jen-Jen.

Hello, loved one.

My, my, someone is looking fabulous.

Daddy, uh, don't take this in a bad way.

But have you switched affiliations?

Oh, this doesn't change anything between us.

After all, I'm still your father.

I'm feeling better than ever, thank you.

He's got me into great shape.

Don't you think?

There's something completely irrational about all men.

No kidding.

So what did they say?

Exactly what I expected, thank you.

They said that they are indeed my parents.

And that you, Mr. Mafia Pants, are full of it.

So there.

The emotional extortion doesn't go past here.

And further more, my attorney--

Excuse me.

Tell me something, ma'am.

Is there a place where people go to learn

how to behave like this?

Talking all the time in a manner designed to, like,

induce a migraine in a rock?

I will not be talked to like this.

Don't you understand this is not the real you.

This is too me.

Really?

Do you know what is you?

Don't kill my parents.

They're not your parents.

Please, promise me you won't wax them.

For the record, it's not wax.

It's whack.

How you doing, Whitney?

Very well, Frankie.

And you?

Been better.

WHITNEY TOWERS: Yeah, I hear.

You look good, Whitney.

You taking care of yourself?

You always did notice the details, Frankie.

Wait, you two weren't lovers?

Whitney, it's time.

Come on.

Talk to her.

Go on.

Simply put, when Angelo brought you to us,

you were the most beautiful baby girl.

You took my finger and sat right in my lap.

You kept saying the only word you know,

pretty, pretty, over and over.

And of course we took you.

We would have taken you without the money.

Although the money has been endlessly spectacular.

I've really given you nothing, Jen-Jen, nothing,

except my old, ridiculous heart.

Daddy.

Mom, the food's better than what we have at home.

Well, I guess it's better than my cooking, right?

I never really was too much of a cook.

Uh, no, no, uh, no, that's good.

It's great, really.

It is, yeah.

But you know, sweetheart, what I really need to talk

to you about is, um, genetics.

You know, the way things get passed down through families?

Like, uh, it seems your grandfather--

well, at least I still think he's your grandfather.

No, I guess what I'm trying to say,

darling is, how are things in the showers?

OK, the Frankie cooking show brought to you by Beretta.

[scream]

Are you crazy?

A little.

Nothing, nothing, darling.

It's just some thunder.

Mom, I gotta go, OK?

OK, bye, darling.

I love you.

So how's your boy?

He couldn't be happier.

I couldn't be lonelier.

You wrecked my kitchen.

I'm sorry about the bullet, really.

No, I mean this.

Oh, this?

This is what happens when you cook a lot.

Really?

You know, I'm sure your kid really misses you.

Oh, he really doesn't.

I mean, why should he?

He's got a father who cheats like a dog, and--

and, uh, a mother who's never had a clue

what to do with her life, so--

so tell me the truth.

Somebody else did all this, right?

You're just faking it.

No, no, no, no, I love cooking.

I'll tell you what.

Just promise me you'll eat it before it gets cold, OK?

Sure.

So Frankie, what's your nickname?

You know, your nickname?

All you mob guys have one, right?

Like, Louise the Lump, Charlie Fat Lips,

Frankie the Food Freak.

It's just Frankie, ma'am.

What's Frankie short for?

I don't know.

What's that got to do with anything?

I just want to know.

Is it Francis?

You know, you got much more important things

to think about that, ma'am.

It is Francis.

Isn't it?

You've got a girl's name.

Oh, that just explains everything.

See, so you've probably been overcompensating

your whole life.

You know, some anxiety transference syndrome to--

well, you know-- the macho, nonverbal Sicilian

mixed in with the brute to cover the Francis

that lives inside some inner self, or something or other.

That will be your new nickname, St. Francis the Brute.

Don't take this the wrong way, ma'am,

but I think you're starting to give me a small hole

in the side of my brain.

I will make you a deal.

If you promise to stop calling me ma'am,

I'll stop calling you Francis.

And you swear to god that you made all this?

Yes.

I didn't even know I had any of this stuff.

You've got a lot more than you think you have.

Thank you.

Now what?

Look, your father's dead because I didn't do my job.

And that's not going to happen again, no way.

And I see you got a guesthouse out there.

If you don't mind, I'd like to move in.

Because I don't trust anybody.

There is danger everywhere, everywhere I look.

The night has a thousand eyes.

Excuse me.

[laughs]

You stole that line.

I know, from Bobby Vee.

Remember when you told those little white lies?

The night has a thousand eyes.

Yes, I do.

FRANKIE DELANO: There you go.

That was playing when Peter Hackett was

trying to get under my blouse.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

No.

What?

Actually it wasn't your blouse.

It was a bulky knit green sweater.

And what was playing was Bon Jovi's biggest hit to date,

"You Give Love A Bad Name."

Jesus.

I'm going to bed.

Um, well, you-- you can stay in the guest house, I--

I guess.

Thank you.

It's been a ridiculous day.

[scream]

I know this sucker.

This sucker is my husband.

All right, sh sh.

Do you want me to take care of this problem once and for all?

- Seriously? - Yeah, seriously.

Why don't you go back to bed, and let me do my job.

Do you have a shovel downstairs? - A shovel?

Yeah, something I can dig a hole with.

[mumbling]

- What the-- - What?

No!

Wha-- what the hell is going on here?

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell is this?

D-- d-- do you have a boyfriend already?

This is Frankie.

He's my bodyguard.

Look, look, look, who are you?

And what is that smell?

It's Brut.

Well, it's overwhelming.

Ma'am, you don't have to tell him anything.

Hey, you cannot talk to me in my house like that.

It's her house.

Reconsider.

Darling, darling, I-- um, I have to talk to you.

Does he have to be here?

He's just doing his job.

What job?

I am your husband.

Do you mind, please?

Sorry.

Kipster.

Look, um, about yesterday--

that was simply an aberration, fermented

by the consumption of too much single malt

scotch on an empty stomach.

An aberration of marital ethics, for which

I am truly, truly grievous.

Was it the only time?

Oh, absolutely.

[gun shot]

[scream]

August, 14, the airport hotel.

Oh, OK, OK, yeah, the-- um, the Swedish flight attendant.

But that was the only other time I--

[gun shot]

FRANKIE DELANO: December 5, Four Seasons.

Oh, right, yeah.

Um, um, the-- the-- the real estate lady.

But-- but she was a nooner, my-- my only nooner, I swear to God.

[gun shot]

Jesus Christ!

The freaking sky is falling.

All right, all right, it's been going on for years.

Get out.

You should go.

Then fine, great, terrific.

I'll see you in court.

[car engine]

Well, there he goes.

The past.

The future, man-less.

Nah, there will be other men.

I don't want other men.

I believe in two things, the kindness of the Saints,

and there's somebody for everybody.

Do you have a someone, Frankie?

Uh, sort of.

That's nice.

Everyone should have someone.

Mm-hmm.

[organ music]

[speaking italian]

Why is everybody looking like they hate me?

They think you're Angelo's mistress.

Oh, Jesus.

Sh.

I feel like a whore in a Catholic church.

We all do.

[speaking italian]

What's he saying?

He just says that we're not worthy.

Now he's talking about Christ and his blood, and the wounds,

and more blood, the guilt, there's more blood--

Wow.

--more wounds, more blood.

Now he's back to the wounds.

That guy over there is Bruno Manzella.

JENNIFER BARRETT: Where?

The guy over there, with-- with the head

like an aircraft carrier.

This Malatesta fellow, where is he?

Right in front of him, the guy who looks

like he should be in a box.

Jesus, who ever said men age well?

Angelo Allieghieri was a man of great passion.

[italian] would feel his heart.

He was a man of great sadness.

He lost his wife, his Maria, too soon.

He never had children or grandchildren

whose laughter would lighten the burden of old age.

This was his sadness, his emptiness.

[music playing]

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

I'll remember you, Angelo.

Remember, as an Italian, means vendetta.

ANGELO ALLIEGHIERI (VOICEOVER): You keep the distance, always

the distance.

[music playing]

You goombas never learn, do you?

JENNIFER BARRETT: Frankie?

Frankie, what's that noise?

Just taking out the trash, ma'am.

[flatulence]

JENNIFER BARRETT: Frankie, did you say something?

Nothing, ma'am.

I didn't say anything.

[flatulence]

Oh, [inaudible] using amateurs.

Frankie?

Frankie?

Frankie?

Yeah.

JENNIFER BARRETT: May I come in?

All right.

Frankie, it's not exactly warm out here, you know

You OK?

Peachy.

Oh, I feel like I'm in the Brut center of the universe.

I'm sorry about that.

You know, Frankie, I am so frightened.

I'm here, ma'am.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, you know what's kind of terrific about being

frightened like this?

No.

Well, at least now I'm frightened about something

specific, like being whacked.

As opposed to the nonspecific variety, which

is what I usually feel, that-- that kind of dread,

the-- the free floating what not and all.

Mm-hmm.

I remember as a little girl being afraid, very

afraid of little boogeymen under the bed

and devils in the closet.

Isn't it amazing how our innermost fears

turn into this Freudian--

[flatulence]

Did you say something?

No, no.

--amazing Freudian nuances of memory and consciousness.

When I was growing up they sent me to an analyst.

Everybody was going to an analyst at the time.

He said-- Dr. Gilmore was his name--

he said, it's not so much that-- well, never mind what he said.

I lied to him all the time.

Because, you know, I didn't want him telling

my parents what was going on--

[flatulence]

Ma'am?

Frankie?

We've got squirrels.

Squirrels, Frankie?

Yes, ma'am.

Big squirrels.

They-- they tend to overeat, preparing

for a difficult winter.

And sometimes they bloat.

And often they get caught in the walls.

Huh?

And to, uh, get out of the walls they have to deflate,

and thus this is causing the, uh, passage of "wind-age."

Oh.

Oh, poor things.

Yeah, tough luck, tough luck.

JENNIFER BARRETT: Frankie?

FRANKIE DELANO: Mm-hmm?

Tell me the part again, the part

of dreaming about the Saints.

Well, there's a dream that Sicilians that

have never been to Sicily have.

That they're on the coast, on the cliff above the water,

and they hear this music, the sound of opera

coming from somewhere, but they don't know where.

And they believe it's the Saints who

are singing arias of longing for what they've never know.

And your father, he always told your mother the greatest

love stories were in the opera.

He loved her very much.

[boat engine]

[music playing]

(SINGING) [italian]

(SINGING) [italian]

(SINGING) [italian]

I'll be right back.

Great, you made it.

Two dozen, right? - Yeah.

It's perfect, perfect.

All right, do me a favor, and hang out

here until the thing is over.

You'll hear some applause.

You come up to the door.

And I'll signal you to come on in.

And we'll surprise her.

Thank you.

Do you know what they're saying?

Not really, no.

I know he's dead.

He's-- he's dead, yes?

Completely dead.

What is he saying?

Well, he wants his daughter to avenge him.

He's saying, "avenge me, my little one."

My little one?

Oh, god, I can't stand it.

What else?

"Give the man who gave you life, peace in death,

la vendetta e tutto."

La vendetta e--

Tutto.

--tutto.

Interesting.

Marcello.

Can you believe it?

He threw me a rose, a white rose.

Yeah, it's nice.

But I always thought the red ones were the special ones.

Oh, no, you don't understand.

White is special.

It's pure, not like red ones.

Everybody gets red roses.

So how do you like the opera?

Oh, more than I could have imagined.

Yeah, well, Angelo loved it.

My father, was he handsome when he was young?

Yeah, very.

And your mother, she'd be able to walk across the room

and everything just stopped.

And I remember the one time at this wedding

she made me dance with her.

Were you embarrassed?

Of course I was embarrassed.

I was just a kid.

But you know, she was pregnant with you.

Well, actually, that means you were the first person

I ever danced with.

I guess.

I like that thought.

Frankie, tell me something.

Why haven't you ever been married?

I'm just waiting.

Are you saying you've never been in love?

Love is like just a temporary form of insanity, isn't it?

And you've never been insane?

You're reading that?

Mm, this Marcello, he turns everything

into such a-- a passion.

I can't put it down.

Mm-hmm.

Have you ever read him?

I don't think I like the guy.

Why not?

Oh, he looks a little too smooth.

What's wrong with smooth?

Oh, there's nothing wrong with it.

It's just I know guys like that, you

know, strutting around like roosters,

taking credit for the sunrise.

Sometimes I just think smooth is not too appealing, that's all.

So you don't think it's possible for a man

to be called beautiful?

No, no, I believe there is a possible exception

for every rule in the book.

But personally, I have never stood on a chair,

and in a loud voice yelled, hey, guy,

you're really kind of gorgeous.

Want to go to Palm Springs this weekend or whatever?

No, but see, women-- women are totally different about this.

Women have been known, on occasion, to go

absolutely crazy over a guy.

I know, believe me.

You know?

Mm-hmm, you know, the first time

when I saw this was when Sammy Carboni's kid

came back to Queens.

He was living over in Italy.

And Angelo wanted to know what he was like.

So he had me follow him.

And one day, I see all these little girls going absolutely

cuckoo nuts over some kid.

It's like this kid was a golden boy that the sun was

shining on him all the time.

He's the kind of kid that, like, every 13-year-old kid

wanted to be like, you know?

So I was just watching this.

Why-- why were you watching him?

Well, it was a Carboni, Gianni Carboni,

the son of Sammy Carboni.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

The guy that Lucio Malatesta murdered and--

JENNIFER BARRETT: Frankie--

--tried to blame Angelo on.

--I think he's coming over here.

What should I say?

How do I look?

I mean, if you were walking over here, looking at me,

what would you think? - You wouldn't want to know.

- I-- I do. - Wouldn't.

I would.

Frankie, I'm serious.

He's getting closer.

What would you want me to look like?

What are you doing?

No, just trust me on this one.

So what do you think?

You want to know what I think?

Are you together?

Mm-hmm, yes.

I-- I-- uh, uh, no.

I mean-- I mean, no.

He's--

Security consultant.

You mean, the bodyguard?

I'm no good at pretending.

We've been watching each other.

So forgive me if I cause offence by bearing my heart

and telling the truth.

You see my soul.

I stand naked before you.

Maybe you ought to go back to his table

and get dressed so he doesn't catch a cold.

No.

He's just joking.

You are Jennifer Barrett, yes?

Yes, I am.

I wanted to thank you for arranging

my reading at your club.

But you seemed-- how shall I say-- distracted.

I-- I'm such a great admirer of yours.

I've read all of your books over and over, and-- and--

Ms. Barrett--

--over.

What?

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

May I call you?

Thank you.

I apologize if I disturbed you.

Oh my god.

Can you believe it?

Frankie, did Angelo-- did my father

really want to protect me?

Protect you?

Your father used to drive by here on summer nights

and watch you go swimming in the moonlight.

And he'd see you up in the balcony, you know,

combing your hair, talking on the phone to this guy and that,

and coming home from school and kicking up those leaves

in the dying light of fall.

And I saw these things too.

And I'm definitely talking too much.

And I was just living my life.

And you were there the whole time--

Yes, ma'am.

--spying on me.

Spying?

No, I wouldn't say that.

You know, I was watching.

For your information, I knew when to turn away.

Did you have anything to do with Bobby Jordan?

Excuse me?

Bobby Jordan.

Bobby Jordan?

Bobby Jordan.

No, I-- um, I can't recall a Bobby Jordan, no.

I went with him in high school.

He was cheating on me the whole time.

And I was so crazy about him, I swear I would have married him.

And then he just got strange one day.

No! No!

No, Frankie!

No, Frankie!

No!

He stopped talking to me.

Young guys can go through this neurotic phase.

Well, it's not just guys.

Could I have some more anisette?

Sure.

What about Polly Peters?

Do you remember her?

No, I never heard of her, no.

Polly Peters, no.

She was this mean, nasty witch who

started spreading all these awful stories

about me sleeping around.

She was destroying my reputation.

Yeah, we know the most fragile thing in the world

is a woman's reputation.

Well, it all stopped, right after this terrible thing

happened to her car.

[scream]

My car!

It's like she just sort of upped

and moved to another school.

You know something, Francis?

We're becoming friends.

Did you realize that?

No, I didn't know that.

Well, like it or not, we are.

Do you realize that you never call me Jennifer?

You may, you know, that being my name and all.

Good night, Francis.

Good night, Jennifer.

What?

Frankie, come here.

Oh, my god. The door's closed.

OK.

The door's closed.

OK, OK, OK.

What are you going to do?

Just stay here.

Go somewhere, go, go.

No, I'm serious.

Go somewhere.

Stay back.

No, no.

Yes, yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

I know this guy.

He used to work for Malatesta before the strongs

moved to Chicago.

We'd better move this [inaudible] because I got

neighbours all over the place.

God, I get so aggravated.

Aggravated?

JENNIFER BARRETT: Aggravated, yes

[phone rings]

Answer it.

No.

Yes.

No.

Don't hit me.

Hold this.

Oh, Rawley, honey, I miss you so.

Mom?

JENNIFER BARRETT (ON PHONE): Yes, baby?

Make sure you call me tomorrow.

You know I will.

I love you too.

All right, bye, baby.

I can't effing believe it.

My son actually calls me five minutes

after one of Malatesta's goons tries to wax me.

What if they succeed next time?

Where does that leave Rawley?

I'll tell you where that leaves Rawley.

It leaves him without a mother.

Oh, god.

My son is not going to be an orphan.

I made a decision, Frankie.

Yeah, what's that?

I have to whack Malatesta.

You're going to whack Malatesta?

Frankie, my [inaudible] days are over.

You know, you're getting in way over your head on this one,

really.

An Allieghieri does not bow down.

I'm sorry I ever told you that.

[MUSIC - TAMARA WALKER, "SO GOOD"]

(SINGING) It's so good.

It's so good when I sit beside you.

It's so good that I can't deny you.

It's so good just sitting beside you.

It's so good.

Nice moon.

It's beautiful, just beautiful.

(SINGING) It's perfect whenever I kiss you.

It's so good whenever I'm with you.

FRANKIE DELANO: So you think you got this vengeance

thing all figured out?

You know how it's done?

Done?

Oh, you mean, the thing?

Yeah.

Uh, no, no, not really.

Well, it's not as easy as it looks.

There's all kinds of courage, you know?

I know.

A woman's courage should never be underestimated, ever

be underestimated.

Ever.

Let's go over it again.

Go over what?

The plan.

We go to the Valhalla Inn.

You wait in the parking lot.

I walk in.

Malatesta takes a good look at me.

He thinks he could have any woman because he's

a little tweaked, you know?

Even at his age.

I bat my eyes.

And then I whack him.

And you think you can do this?

Do I think I can do this?

OK, show me.

What?

FRANKIE DELANO: Your walk. - Why?

Because you go in that place, and your walk doesn't match

your attitude, and your attitude doesn't match your walk,

you're going to be in a bag.

And the bag is going to be in the river.

Really?

Watch this.

That is nothing short of terrible.

Are you telling me how to walk now?

Well, somebody's gotta.

You think you can do it?

Maybe.

I mean, you're putting me on the spot.

OK.

What am I doing?

Forget about it.

Come on, Jennifer, this is your job.

Come on, on three. - No, you said you could do it.

Enlighten me a little bit.

No, come on, you can do it.

1, 2.

1-- that's it.

No, what do you have?

Ankle damage?

You're really starting to irritate me right now.

Just follow me. Just-- just follow me.

I-- I can figure this out. Ready?

Let's go.

1, 2, cross over like-- like an antelope.

[MUSIC - BARRY TAYLOR, "LOVE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME"]

(SINGING) Mountain high, valley low, troubles

in life washing over my soul.

Wrapped up in darkness, I long to be free.

Life's been tough, but love's got a hold on me.

I said love's got a hold on me.

Love, sweet love, got a hold on me.

No matter what comes I can always be free.

Love, sweet love, got a hold on me.

I don't think this is right, um, you going in there alone.

I'll be fine.

I don't know about that, because I think it's better

if I go in there, maybe hang out in the back,

in case there's any trouble.

Frankie, no.

If this is my life now, I've got to learn

to handle something on my own.

You can't keep bailing me out.

All right.

They'll be at the corner table, talking on the phone,

whacking somebody long distance.

Thank you.

Oh, Jennifer, the ring, the ring.

The boss says you need to grope.

[music - "hey mambo"]

(SINGING) Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano,

hey mambo, mambo Italiano.

Go, go, go, you mixed up Siciliano.

All you Calabrese do the mambo like a-crazy with me.

Hey, mambo, don't you wanna--

[thud]

[music playing]

Get her out of here.

There's, uh, someone on my table that would,

uh, really like to meet you.

Maybe that someone should have had the manners to come over

here and introduce himself.

Don't be a [bleep] headache.

Simple, direct, I like that in a man.

So do I--

I know you?

She's Angelo's.

Was.

So now you've come over to the A team.

You don't exactly look bereft with grief and, uh, what not.

He was old.

What am I?

Spring time?

Maybe you're different.

Maybe, maybe.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

You're fantastic.

[coughing]

What's the matter with him?

What's going on?

God damn ticker.

Ticker?

Billy, call the ambulance.

Get some help.

Call a doctor.

Don't help so much.

You're an angel, my good luck piece.

Maybe you shouldn't talk, rest.

Bruno, shut up.

She comes with me.

I keep telling you I don't need this.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You'll see.

I'll see?

Get me a priest.

Tell your guy to stop so we can get ourselves a priest.

What do you need a priest for?

You, sit there and fix your hair, all right?

And relax.

You'll be fine.

Your big night's coming.

Hail Mary, full of grace--

oh, anyone there?

Anyone?

Could you please get these goons off my back,

please, please, amen, amen.

[speaking italian]

Hey, Father, relax.

It's Lucio's little fantasy.

He likes pretending that he's married to all his bimbos.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

My heart [inaudible].

But what the hell?

I want to go out special, like married to you.

But I am married.

Don't go getting technical.

But I'm married.

Oh, no, no, no, [italian].

The church you cannot allow--

So Father, you're going to pull some strings, right?

The church cannot allow such a love so pure to go--

I'm an old man with a couple of months to live.

Here's a young broad on the makes--

What the hell?

Love, like all the things that are fine and true,

it takes time to blossom and bloom.

Blow me with a blossoming and a blooming.

Do it.

You're man and wife.

Kiss the bride.

[wedding music]

You heard him.

Everything's all right.

I got the doctor in one room and the broad inn

the other, all right?

LUCIO MALATESTA: Be careful with her.

And what the hell is this?

It's your wedding trousseau.

Put it on.

Move.

Thank you.

[barking]

Although he does like to bark.

These dogs are barking all night long.

Where's my bride?

[barking]

Oh.

Shut up.

All you do is sit around and bark.

You're useless.

Yeah, too bad, huh?

Do me a favor.

While this retard re-shuffles, will you

go check on the old man for me?

Why are you calling me a retard for?

What did I do to you?

I just play cards.

That's all.

Spell ecclesiastical.

Exclis-- I--

Retarded.

"Exclisastical," what is that?

[chatter]

Where are you, my beloved?

It's only me out here now.

[gasp]

Look at you, like an angel, you are.

You look at me like some dried up, prune creature.

Oh, mi amore.

Oh.

Oh, tonight I'm coming back from the dead like some mighty oak

rising out of some dead jungle.

Angel face, we must go slow, very slow,

you know, like molten lava.

Oh.

There's a few more tunes to be played on this flute.

But you must be careful of the ticker.

Time to mount the baloney boney.

[slow beeping]

Oh.

[fast beeping]

Oh.

[flat beep]

[side conversation]

Yeah, I got 400.

What are you going to do, huh?

Hey!

It's the broad!

[shouting]

Let's go.

Let's go.

No, no!

[gun shots]

[growling]

Stupid mutt.

It's payback time.

FRANKIE DELANO: Jennifer! - Frankie?

Come on.

[gun shots]

- I did it. - Did what?

- I did it. - What you do?

I whacked Malatesta.

You did? No, you didn't.

I did too.

- Oh, come on, you didn't. - I did too.

He looked pretty dead. - Really?

How?

You want to know how?

Look, I wasn't there.

I'm asking how.

I married him to death.

That'll do it.

Yeah.

Cheers.

If I don't have more enemies, does that--

does that mean that you won't be around?

Surely, I must still be in--

Grave danger?

JENNIFER BARRETT: Yes.

Yeah, there's still a few bad guys hanging around.

[phone rings]

I think it's Rawley.

I get it.

He misses me.

Hello?

Oh, oh, Marcello, I forgot.

Um, no, it's not too late.

It's not.

Uh, um, yes, tomorrow would be all right, mm-hmm.

[MUSIC - STEVE HOLY, "YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE"]

(SINGING) Are you still mad at me?

Should I be down on us?

And what if I foolishly say say I've had enough?

And when talk is over and all the words are turning green.

That's when my mixed emotions just just won't go away.

So we stand shoulder to shoulder with everything to lose.

If we both could choose.

We want our world back.

I'll do whatever it takes.

Just give me that world back.

You promised me, and I'll tell you straight.

You're the only one.

We want our world back.

I'll do whatever it takes.

Just give me that world back.

You promised me and I'll tell you straight.

You're the only one.

How you doing, Bruno?

Want to know what the old man's last words were?

Try the clams.

They're fabulous.

You got any last words?

You ever read this book?

Have I read that book?

Not only does that insult my intelligence,

it insults my ignorance.

Why would a man like me, who happens to like himself,

be caught dead reading a bit of boy toy fluff like that?

Because it's a killer.

[gun shot]

You have a lot of anger in you, Bruno.

You've been working.

Yeah, a little home improvement.

You've got stuff here.

Oh.

He got to you.

Didn't he?

You OK?

It was just drinks.

It's none of my business.

I wasn't asking that.

I know.

But I know you.

You know me.

Marcello asked me to go to Sicily with him.

So I guess you're--

Going.

Of course.

It's no big deal or anything.

What are you afraid of?

Telling me something I want to hear?

Telling me something that-- that I'm

more than just some obligation, maybe I mean something to you?

[hooting]

MARCELLO (VOICEOVER): "I run away and never returned.

From then on I became a kind of legend,

surrounded by a mystery fed on itself.

Some people thought I ran drugs, and others

suspected I became a killer.

None of that came close to explaining what happened.

See, I'm talking about a kind of pain that eats away at you.

And it never leaves.

I want you to know it.

I want you to feel it."

ANGELO ALLIEGHIERI (VOICEOVER): Watch out for the one

who feels pain, and wants you to know it.

Check.

This is my mother.

We're in the opera house.

Happy?

Marcello, I have to tell you something.

Uh, I'm not who I say I am.

My name is not really Jennifer Barrett.

I'm an Allieghieri.

My father was a man named Angelo Allieghieri.

And he--

I know.

You know?

And do you want to know who I am?

I know who you are, Marcello.

You have no idea who I am.

What?

Your father, he killed my father.

Marcello, what are you--

Call me Gianni, Sammy's son.

Sammy who?

Sammy Carboni.

Angelo murdered him, standing there unarmed, with only

a golf club in his hands.

Such a coward.

No, you're-- you're making a mistake.

Enough.

What your father did, it lives in me like it was yesterday.

The pain eating away.

Gianni, or-- or-- or Marcello--

Marcello, what a freaking stupid name.

I like that name.

Those stupid books, I couldn't believe my luck.

But then Bruno said you needed your little fantasies.

Bruno?

You killed my father, and not Malatesta?

Jennifer, please understand.

La vendetta e tutto.

Vendetta.

Oh, enough with all that.

Hey, Jennifer.

[speaking italian].

Oh, [italian]?

I had a great teacher.

And right now I miss him.

Oh, of course, Frankie.

Such a pain he was.

It hurt me to see you so happy with him.

Jennifer, please understand, I must do this.

My ancestors demand of me.

[sniffing]

Brut?

[gun shot]

[gun shot]

Frankie!

How bad is it?

It's all right.

This is the theater.

Angelo was right.

He said I'd be back some day.

You know, when I was a boy with Angelo, I'd watch you.

I would.

On some nights I'd watch you.

And I'd memorize your face in the moonlight.

I fell in love with you then.

I guess I'm falling still.

Frankie, I love you.

So don't you do anything dumb, like die on me

right after you made an admission like that.

Because you should have made it a long time ago.

Fair enough.

[music playing]

FRANKIE DELANO (VOICEOVER): You know,

Angelo used to say there is never perfect people, only

perfect moments.

And of course he was right, because I'm living one of them,

doing something I love in a place

that I love, with a new family that I love.

Go and get Frankie for me, will you?

Thank you, Rawley.

Frankie, Frankie, mom says you gotta get [inaudible]..

We gotta go, or else.

Whoa.

[speaking italian]

FRANKIE DELANO (VOICEOVER): Needless to say,

Jennifer has found her roots, and is

becoming more like an authentic Italian mother every day.

And I'm enjoying being around it all.

And why not?

Isn't living better than watching?

So Angelo, if you're listening, I have to apologize.

I just couldn't keep the distance anymore.