All language subtitles for Avenging.Angelo.2002.1080p.Cw.Web-Dl.He-Aac.2.0.H.264-Pirates_track3_eng

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.