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Thanks.
Nice matzo balls.
Beautiful. Look at that.
Okay, better wrap them up.
We're going. You coming?
Coming.
- Morning.
- You get the stones?
Pay him.
- Any trouble?
- No trouble. Kid stuff.
You okay?
- How come you didn't tell me?
- Being inside can change you.
I'd already made the deal with Frankie
to get rid of Joe.
With Frankie Monaldi
you don't say, "yes" and then, "no."
You're right.
I would have said, no.
Frankie is as big as they come.
He's got the combination
in his hand.
If we're not careful,
he'll have us in his hand.
You don't get nowhere alone.
I thought you didn't like bosses.
It sounded like a good idea then.
It still is.
Think about it.
They're gonna ask us to come in
with them. There's a lot in it for us.
Today they asked us to get rid of Joe.
Tomorrow they ask me to get rid of you.
Is that okay with you?
'Cause it's not okay with me.
All right.
Let's just forget about it.
Wanna go for a swim?
Yeah, let's go for a swim.
All right, what are you doing?
Hey, Noodles.
Don't fuck around, Noodles.
- Noodles, what are you doing?
- Hey!
You crazy?
Shit.
Asshole!
Can't believe you did this!
District Attorney James Lister
was killed in an explosion of a car...
...belonging to Secretary of Commerce
Bailey as he left the secretary's estate.
Mr. Lister, killed in
the blast, was scheduled to testify...
...in Washington on Thursday
before a Senate committee.
A committee investigating what has
been called "The Bailey Scandal."
A team of detectives
has been assigned to the case.
Secretary Bailey was not available
for any statement at this time.
Did you know them?
- offices of his legal advisor,
Irving Gol...
...in hopes of getting some comment.
Mr. Gold, you're aware
that District Attorney Lister...
...is the second witness in the Bailey
Scandal to meet a sudden end.
The first was Thomas Finney,
undersecretary of commerce...
...who fell to his death from his
th-floor office a month ago.
Is there a connection...?
Take the money and run, Noodles.
What's keeping you here?
The only remaining witness
is the man who...
...rightly or wrongly has given his
name to this affair, Secretary Bailey.
Curious.
The secretary has no worries.
If he has no worries, why has he
retreated to his place on Long Island?
He's preparing his attack
on the questions...
...he will be asked by the committee.
I'd call them accusations
more than questions.
- He has no worries.
- The public does.
Particularly, in view of the rumors
about rigged contracts, bribery...
...the international Mafia. Especially
those dealing with the illegal use...
...of the Transport union
pension funds.
Could you tell us anything about that?
Gentlemen, I deny all of these rumors
and allegations against my organization.
Our hands have always been
and will continue to remain clean.
In my entire life, I've fought to keep
the American labor movement clear...
Him, I know.
- forced speculation,
criminal elements...
...or corrupt politicians.
If any mistakes have...
He's still giving out
the same old bullshit.
If any guilt at all exists
in this situation, it lies elsewhere.
What's this I've been reading
about you in the newspapers?
Inflammatory words from a union boss?
You still won't come and stop
the workers or the social movement.
Listen to me, you socialist asshole!
We don't give a good fart about the
socialist workers and their movements.
We want you out of the factory so we
can get the furnaces working again.
This is the last offer
you're gonna get.
You want to sign it or what?
Tell your bosses they can
wipe their ass with it.
Fill her up.
This is my last...
Hold it, boys. Don't shoot.
It's me, Crowning
- Crowning.
- Yeah.
That'll do, boys.
What'll do?
We almost got the kid
where we want him.
And we got the boss where we want him.
Easy.
Easy.
Put 'em down.
Put your guns away, boys.
Just swapping prisoners.
Fair trade, huh, chickenhead?
Union boy over here for Mr. Boss Man.
Well, look who's here.
Fat Moe's boneyard boys.
Which reminds me.
How's that cancer in your gut
coming along, Chicken Joe?
- Untie him.
- I don't take orders from you.
We're not asking you to take orders.
We're telling you.
Now go ahead, untie him.
Untie him.
Untie him.
Who are you?
Who's paying you?
I think this is gonna piss you off, Mac.
I think it's those dirty
politician friends of yours.
Yeah? Well, you crawl back and tell
'em we don't want you in with us.
Our fight's got nothing to do with
liquor and prostitution and dope.
Well, you'd better
get used to the idea, pal.
This country is still growing up.
Certain diseases it's better
to have when you're still young.
You boys ain't a mild case
of the measles. You're the plague.
Bastards like him are immune.
That's the difference
between us and them!
Take it easy.
The difference is,
they'll always win.
And you'll keep
getting it up the ass.
Sooner than you think.
Chief Aiello, moving policemen into
the factory came as a surprise.
The press, the unions,
especially the strikers.
What did you want,
a declaration of war?
Ours was a peaceable operation.
Wasn't that contrary
to new union laws?
I'm chief of police,
not chief of people.
Was there any violence to justify...?
My motto is:
"Prevention, not repression."
You let scabs move in and work.
Young lady, you wanna talk to me,
call them "unemployed workers."
With your permission, I'll take these
flowers to my missis before they wilt.
Or maybe you heard.
I'm the father of a baby boy.
We heard he's the youngest stockholder
in that factory you occupied.
What'd you mean by that?
They say management expressed their
thanks with a present for the baby.
You know,
slander is a serious offense.
Especially from a hack reporter.
You wanna find out how serious?
But since this is my first boy
after four girls...
...I'll declare amnesty.
Behave yourself.
Go.
Thank you.
He's eating?
- For five.
- For five? Well, why not.
You could feed an army
with these milk plants.
We could open up a dairy.
Oh, hey. Che bella.
Who loves you? Who loves you?
I love you.
And I love you.
And I love you.
Lucy!
Don't you have
to feed him at : ?
Come in.
- Oh, here he is now.
- That's my son.
That's my son.
That's my son! That's my son!
Jesus Christ, they change fast.
Yeah, but he looks like my old man.
Yeah, yeah, look, same eyes.
And look, the same devilish pride.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Did you see his dickey?
- Vincent.
- What?
- The girls.
- The girls!
Sooner or later you have to learn that
after me, the boss in the house is him.
He's got balls like his papa.
- Hey!
- Let me have him.
No, no, no.
I'll do this. I'll do this, huh.
Hey. No, no, no.
Look. Hey, hey.
Let Papa change you.
Come on,
everything will be swell.
Come on, come on, come on.
What the fuck is this?
What is this? Huh? What's that?
- Look!
- It's the right number.
The right number?
I'll break your goddamn neck!
Find my son,
or I'll burn down this building.
Hello!
Hello.
Would you shut up?
No, hey, no. Wait, wait.
I'm not talking to you.
Well, who's this?
Never mind...
To who am I talking?
Where the hell are you?
My son, where is he?
Where do you think? He's in the
maternity ward. He never left.
He got restless, so he wanted
to change his bed.
The other kids got the same idea,
so they wanted to change their beds.
You got screaming babies
jumping from one bed to another...
...switching tags, so now we
do have a real problem.
Piece of shit whoever you are!
What the fuck?! I want my son!
Luckily, we were there to see
that everything was under control.
If you want, we can
put everything back.
- Except you gotta meet us halfway.
- Tell me!
Why do you give a fuck
who wins the strike?
That's got nothing to do with me!
What did I do?
First of all, you let the scabs in.
Second, you've got the cops in there
protecting them.
- I'm a cop!
- All right, shut the fuck up!
Now listen very carefully.
Call off your dogs and let the strikers
work it out with the bosses.
I want my son!
Do that and we'll give
you the kid's number.
If you don't,
look for your kid yourself.
- So, what is it gonna be?
- Okay.
- I'll call my men off today.
- Attaboy.
You know, for a rotten
bastard son of a bitch...
...you're not as stupid as I thought.
- We'll be in touch.
- When will you call?
Don't worry, don't worry.
We'll be in touch with you. Bye.
- So?
- We got a deal.
- To a very smooth talker.
- Yeah.
- Mazel.
- At least.
Where's that switch list?
- The switch list?
- Yeah.
- I can't find it.
- What?
I can't find it.
- What'd you do with it?
- I think I dumped it.
What a yutz.
- Oh, Pat.
- Wait a minute, listen.
Listen, Noodles,
Noodles, wait. I remember.
The boys' numbers was odd...
Even, and the girls' was odd.
- It's simple.
- You took good stock.
Hey, let's give him an even number.
Eight. Let's pick an eight.
Eight.
- Yeah, it's a good number.
- Wait. What about the other pischers?
We're better than fate.
We give some the good life,
give it to others up the ass.
All right, boys, let's settle up.
It's Saturday.
Settle-shmettle,
I'm gonna take mine out in trade.
You're such a nudge.
You know what? You know, I wish
I was switched when I was a kid.
What makes you think you weren't?
I don't believe it.
Hey, you guys, come here.
Take a look at who's over here.
- That suit you, Peg?
- Fine, Max.
- What've you got?
- Over there.
Well, what...?
Holy shit! Noodles! Noodles!
Come here, come here.
Look.
The blond by the piano.
- Who's that?
- Who is that?
You and this broad were
practically engaged at one point.
Oh, beat me. Oh, I love it.
- Who was it? The Detroit cock-squasher?
- Yeah.
- Peggy.
- That's not her. She looks different.
You know that platinum blond.
She's by the table.
See her? Call her in, will you?
- Carol.
- Carol, whatever.
Just tell her there's a bunch
of her old friends here.
Carol.
Carol!
Noodles, come here.
- Somebody here wants to see you.
- Who?
You know these guys?
No.
I don't think so.
No.
No. I'd remember a bunch
of good-Iookers like these.
Oh, well, how
could I forget.
There was...
There was only one of you
I got to know personally, though.
Which one?
Let's see how good
a memory you've got for faces.
You.
No.
Him.
We've been hanging out so long we're
starting to look alike. Hanging out.
Charmed.
You can call me Carol.
We've already met.
Pleasure.
The pleasure...
...is all mine.
So you left Detroit, huh?
Her and her husband
just come in on weekends.
Yeah, beats the seashore.
She takes on guys while her hubby
watches through the peephole.
Beats the hell out of the movies.
I wonder what that jerk
is up to in his cubbyhole?
He must be wondering
where is his fucking wife.
Why don't we make it a threesome, huh?
Can't you see he's got
other plans for tonight?
Well, bring her along.
We'll make it a foursome.
I'm not that kind of guy.
I'm afraid if I give you a good crack
in the mouth, you'd probably like it.
Have a good night, fellas.
See you later.
- Been waiting long?
- All my life.
You wanted a place by the ocean. I had
it opened. It was closed for the season.
All these tables are for two people.
Pick whatever one you want.
I like this one.
Here, sit down.
Bœuf à la mode.
Blanquette de veau.
I'll have the asperges sauce
vinaigrette and then a chateaubriand.
- Pommes frites?
- Nature.
- Comme dessert?
- I'll decide later.
- Monsieur?
- I'll have the same.
For the wine?
You decide.
I'll just have water.
- You decide.
- Thank you.
You've been around.
Where'd you learn them
parlez-vous français dishes?
Who's teaching you
that stuff?
You mean a sugar daddy,
who tries to teach me how to act?
I read books. I want to know everything.
Doesn't it make sense to have plans?
Yeah, it does.
What about me?
Am I in any of these plans?
Noodles...
You're the only person that I have ever...
Ever what? Go ahead.
Ever what?
That I ever cared about.
But you'd lock me up and
throw away the key, wouldn't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah...
And the thing is,
I probably wouldn't even mind.
- So?
- So I got to get to where I'm going.
- And where's that?
- To the top.
Now you sound just like Maxie.
Youse both alike,
that's why you hate each other.
Do you want me to leave?
No, I don't want you to leave.
You dancing?
- You asking?
- I'm asking.
I'm dancing.
To keep from going crazy, you have to
cut yourself off from the outside world.
Just not think about it.
Yet there were years that
went by, it seemed like...
...no time at all,
because you're not doing anything.
There were two things I couldn't
get out of my mind. One was Dominic.
The way he said, "I slipped,"
just before he died.
The other was you.
How you used to read me
your Song of Songs, remember?
How beautiful are your feet
In sandals, O prince's daughter
I used to read the Bible every night.
Every night I used to think about you.
Your navel is a bowl
Well-rounded with no lack of wine
Your belly, a heap of wheat
Surrounded with lilies
Your breasts
Clusters of grapes
Your breath, sweet-scented as apples
Nobody's gonna love you
the way I loved you.
At times I couldn't stand it.
I used to think of you.
I'd think, "Deborah lives.
She's out there. She exists."
And that would get me through it all.
You know how important
that was to me?
I'm leaving tomorrow
to go to Hollywood.
I wanted to see you tonight
to tell you.
No.
No!
No! No.
No. Please, no. No, please. No!
No! No! No, please!
No, no! Please, no, no. No.
No!
Deborah.
Get away! Get away!
I'll be right back.
Take her home.
Take her home.
Well...
...Iook who's back.
What's this?
It's a throne.
It was a gift to a pope.
- Cost me bucks.
- It's from the th century.
So, what are you doing with it?
I'm sitting on it.
- You got any coffee around?
- Yes.
Thanks.
While you were on vacation,
we were working overtime.
The union paid off
That's your share.
Yeah. Even that geek.
You know, Jimmy "Clean Hands."
He respects us.
I shed a little blood for the cause.
Here, it's all in the papers.
Morning Telegraph, they didn't like it.
It says, "Underworld joins strikers
in brutal battle."
But The Post, they liked it.
"Ends justify means
in decisive gangland encounter."
And they kvetched
about the Atlantic City job.
Newspaper guys never know
what the fuck they want.
- Well, you could have looked for me.
- We did.
Cockeye found you at the Chink's.
So doped up
you didn't even recognize him.
There you were.
You called me "Deborah."
Go fuck yourself.
Mind your own business.
We do our business together, and
broads do not get in the way...
...and you know it!
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What's she doing here?
It ain't Saturday.
She should be screwing in Detroit.
Well, she's screwing here now.
And only with Max.
Oh, yeah?
- With her husband peeping through?
- No, I left him.
You live with her and
you tell me not to mess with broads.
- You forget one thing.
- What?
- I don't give a fuck about her.
- Max...
- Shut up! Shut up!
- Hey, Maxie, tell me something.
- What'll you spend your honeymoon on?
- Shut the fuck up! Shut up!
Just shut up!
You want me to dump her?
You want me to kick her fucking ass
out of here?
Want me to kick her ass out
or what?
You want me to kick...? Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out! Get out!
Gonna tell me I don't
have a way with women?
- Hello.
- This is Jimmy. Who 's this, Max?
No, it's Noodles.
Okay, listen.
We're gonna need you guys today.
I'm gonna be making a
tough speech, and I think you...
Go, go!
Start the engine.
I'll be right with you.
Mr. Gallagher wants you to know
he appreciates what you did.
To show his appreciation...
Here's an envelope
for the both of you.
If we gotta complete the job,
I'll let you know.
Wiped out by a blast of Cordon Rouge.
What would Crowning
and his bosses say after that?
Never be afraid of you, then.
They're still not afraid of me.
It was you boys that scared them off.
And you didn't want these guys.
You're lucky you got party leaders...
...like me who care about the union.
The strike is settled. We won.
That's what counts. Am I right, Jim?
It was tough for Jimmy not
to be there to sign the contract.
No.
What's tough is, you did more in a night
than I could in two years of talking.
- Forget it.
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