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and the empties.

You can come spy on me if you like.
If you have time.

Every night.

Noodles.

Go on, Noodles,
your mother's calling you.

It's good to see you again, Noodles.

My pleasure.

- Did you get the wine?
- Dago Red. The best.

How you doing?

There they are.
The four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Did you see that movie, Joe?
It's a good movie.

- Max, how are you?
- Good to see you.

Nice to see you.

- This must be your friend Noodles.
- Noodles, say hello to Mr. Monaldi.

- Hi, how are you?
- All right.

Nice to meet you. You don't have
to call me Mr. Monaldi.

I like my friends and people
I respect to call me Frankie.

Come on, sit down.
Get some chairs and some glasses.

Sit down, relax. You're home now.

This is my very dear friend Joe.

He came from Detroit to ask me
to do him a favor.

And I want to do it for him.

I don't have to tell you who Joe is,
how far he got,

or how far he'll get.

He's not only my dear friend,
he's my brother.

I'll tell you the truth.
Even a Jew can't eat this shit.

I mean, the mustard
doesn't even help.

These guys with you?

I told you these fellas are with me.

You could trust them.
You're in very good hands.

Just tell them exactly
what you want them to do.

Move some diamonds from Detroit.
Kid stuff.

Why us then?

If it's kid stuff, why not have
the kids from Detroit do it?

Excuse me, Noodles. He means that
it's something that's very simple.

But he needs kids
from outside to handle it.

He just found out they're moving
these diamonds to Holland

in a few days. So it's something
came up right away.

You understand?

Hey, Joe.

Tell these guys the story about
the pussy being insured. What is it?

Insured?

Tell these guys how you
stumbled on this whole thing.

- Tell them the story.
- Come on.

Pussy insurance. The insurance
pussies. Tell them that story.

Life is stranger than shit, that's
all. It's a pisser. No big story.

I got this insurance agent,
this Jew kid named David.

He conned me into every policy
in the world. Every policy, name it.

Dogs, house, wife, life, anything.

I'm drinking with the boys one
night, he comes in with his wife...

a brunette with a nice ass
who works for a jeweler.

And he's still on the hustle,
this guy.

So I wink at the guys,
I say, "Look...

the most serious policy,
you don't have me covered for."

He goes, "What's that, Joe?"
"Cock insurance."

"You make me a policy that when
it don't work, I get a payment...

I'll write out a check now."

He thinks, and he says,
"I don't know if the actuality

gauges govern this...
but we can make a policy.

But you got to guarantee
you're in good health now."

I says, "Look, leave her with me.
Come back and see if it stands up.

If it stands up,
you know I'm in good health."

The jerk leaves her. I screw her.

Not only that, she likes it.
And she tells me when her boss,

the jeweler...
is shipping stones to Holland...

where he keeps his stash
in a drawer in the safe. Everything.

Can't ask for more, right?
Except, one better.

I never paid the first premium
on the new cock policy.

Cock insurance.

Life is funnier than shit.

But...

...be easy with the girl.

I mean that. Be easy with the girl.

Oh, my god!

Open it!

Who's gotten in?

Had to go and be a hero?

- Open it.
- No.

- Open it!
- No, don't hurt him!

- Don't hurt him, you bastard!
- Get this bitch out of here.

You animal! You asshole!

Come on. - What do you mean?
- Come on, hit me.

- Hit me.
- What's the matter, are you crazy?

- Straighten up and fly right.
- I'm all right.

Let me make it look real.
Make it look real.

- Knock it off.
- I'm all right. Let go.

- Come on, cut the act.
- Hit me!

She said hit her.
Go ahead, rap her in the mouth.

- Hit me!
- I'll hit you! You bitch!

- You animal!
- Put a cork in her.

No.

No. Don't.

Don't. No!

No! You dirty bastards!

Bastards!

Try the secret compartment.

Attaboy.

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.

- 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 the man like Frankie Monaldi
you don't say, "yes" and then, "no."

I can not take the chance you change your
mind. - You're right, I would have said no.

Frankie is as big as they come.

He's got the combination
in the palm of his hand.

If we're not careful, he's gonna
have us in the palm of his hand.

You don't get nowhere alone.

I thought you were the guy
that said you didn't like bosses.

It sounded like a good idea then.
It still is. - Let's just 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.

Want to 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?

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
Christopher Bailey,

as he was leaving the
secretary's Long Island estate.

Mr. Lister who was killed instantly
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 special team of detectives
has been assigned to the case.

As for Secretary Bailey, he was not
available for any statement at this time.

Did you know those guys?

...offices of his legal advisor, Irving Gold,
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 and violent end.

The first was Thomas Finney,
undersecretary of commerce

who fell to his death from his
15th-floor office a month ago.

You think there is a connection...

Take the money and run, Noodles.
What the hell is keeping you here?

The only remaining witness
is the man who

rightly or wrongly has given
his name to this whole affair,

Secretary Christopher Bailey.

Curious.

- The secretary has no worries.
- Sir, if he has no worries,

why then has he retreated
to his place on Long Island?

Far from retreating. He's busy preparing
his attack on the questions

he will be asked
by the committee.

I'd call them accusations
more than questions, sir.

- The secretary has no worries.
- But 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 directed against my organization.

Our hands have always been
and will continue to remain clean.

My entire life, I've fought to keep
the American labor movement...

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 them down.

Put your guns away, boys.

Just swapping prisoners.

Fair trade, 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, Joe. 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
them 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, sweetheart,
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 on the
part of the strikers to justify...

My motto is prevention,
not repression.

But you let scabs move in
and start working.

Young lady, you want to 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.

Chief, one more question.

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 birthday present for the baby.

You know,
slander is a serious offense.

Especially when it comes
from a hack reporter.

You want to 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 6:00?

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.

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.

Let me have him.

No, no, no.
I'll do this. I'll do this.

No, no, no.

Look.

Let Papa change you.

Come on,
everything will be swell.

Come on, come on, come on.

What the fuck is this?

- What is this? What's that?
- Oh, no!

- 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.
Would you shut up?

No, 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 30, 40 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 got to 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
and I'm gonna tell you what you do!

Now listen to me very carefully.

You're gonna call off your dogs
and let the strikers work it out

- with the bosses.
- I want my son back now!

You do that and we'll
give you the kid's number.

You don't, look for your kid
yourself. And good luck.

- So, what is it gonna be?
- Okay, all right.

- I'll call my men off today.
- Attaboy.

You know, for a rotten
rat bastard son of a bitch

you're not as stupid as I thought.

- All right, we'll be in touch with you.
- When will you call?

Don't worry, don't worry.
We'll be in touch with you.

- Bye.
- I got to...

- So?
- We got a deal.

- To a very smooth talker.
- Yeah.

- Mazel.
- At least.

Peggeleh.

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.

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? 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.
- No, 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-lookers 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 together
we're starting to look alike.

Charmed.

You can call me Carol.

We've already met.

Pleasure.

The pleasure...

is all mine.

So you left Detroit?

Her and her husband
just come in on weekends.

Yeah, beats the seashore.

She takes on 10 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?

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.

They make you dress like those
lunatics who go around Germany

burning down all Jewish stores.

Those lunatics burned down also
our store and made us go to America.

- I'm Jewish too.
- I know, sir.

- Everybody knows.
- Knows what?

Everybody knows who you are, sir.

And what do you think? - I don't
think, it's your business, sir.

No, you think.

You think it's a disgrace,
don't you?

We don't have to be
like the Italians,

who look up to the lawbreakers.

We have enough enemies
without becoming gangsters, sir.

How much money do you make a week?

Not everybody tips like you, sir.

I make enough to go to school
and learn for my degree.

Good for you. So maybe by the time
you are 60, you'll make enough,

but then you won't be able
to get it up anymore.

- 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.

Boeuf a la mode.
Blanquette de veau.

I'll have the asperges,
sauce vinaigrette

and then a Chateaubriand.

- Pommes frites?
- Natures.

- 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 francais 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 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. And one of them 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 about 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?

Noodles, I'm leaving tomorrow.
I have 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.

Hi.

- Are you alone?
- No, I'm with you, I hope.

Want to dance?

No, I'm not up to that.
You know what I want?

I want to get laid.

That's you're up to?

You drink like this every night
or this is just a bad night?

- Who are you, Mr. Rockefeller?
- No.

- Why, how much did I give you?
- 50.

50?

- What's your name?
- Eve.

I'll call you Deborah.

I did more complicated things
for less.

- Deborah... do you love me?
- Yes.

You're so beautiful!

Thanks.

Your feet are so beautiful!

Sandals...

Prince's daughter...

Deborah...

Now I'm gonna fuck you.

Take your time.

Well...

look who's back.

What's this?

It's a throne.

It was a gift to a pope.

- Cost me 800 bucks.
- It's from the 17th 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"...

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 fucking doped up
you didn't even recognize him.

Yeah, you were...
You called me "Deborah".

Go fuck yourself.
Mind your own business.

We do our fucking business together,
and fucking broads do not get in the way,

- and you know it!
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- What's she doing here?

Today ain't Saturday. She should be back
in Detroit screwing on the assembly line.

Well, she's screwing here now.

And only with Max.

Oh, yeah?

With her husband peeping through
the keyhole? - No, I left him.

You live with her and you bring her here
and you tell me not to mess with broads.

- You're forgetting about one thing.
- What's that?

- I don't give a fuck about her.
- Max...

- Shut up! Shut up!
- Maxie, tell me something.

What are you gonna spend
your honeymoon on? Cathouse?

- Maxie.
- 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?