All language subtitles for Avenging.Angelo.2002.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-eng

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 has been having me

film messages to his daughter.

It's kind of like he's getting
his life in order,

which makes me nervous,

like he knows something I don't.

Hey, Frankie?

You want me to say...
Something for you?

You know, to put in
a good word or something?

Angelo, it's going
to embarrass me, okay?

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.

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.

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

Come on... Before we lose them.

So it was hard for me, too,
having to stay invisible

as her world fell apart... after
she'd given in to that husband

and sent their 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.
Baby, I love you!

Jennifer, Jesus!
What are you doing?

Get... get back in the car!

Look at her.
He's driving her crazy.

A Willow in the wind.

- Get back in the car!
- I just want to see his face!

Jennifer, for goodness sake,
I'm shutting the sunroof!

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.

For god sakes, 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...
Lightening your hair?

- What?
- Lightening your hair.

I thought maybe it'd
brighten your mood.

This can be corrected,
seriously. It'd be my pleasure.

- You can't. You know that.
- I understand.

That's right. Keep the distance.

The distance.

This is just perfect, we send
our son off to military school

where he'll be surrounded
by nothing but boys,

you fired the gardener,
the place is a mess,

the furniture's in storage
and we can't get it out

because you invested in some other
mining stock or something or other!

We don't even have a home...
Brilliant!

Where's my fed ex package
or did you misplace it?

It's there.

How can you be so blase?

Don't you miss rawley?

You really have to get
a grip on this.

A grip on what?

Seriously, what more
could you want?

- You keep asking me that.
- Fine, so go out and get a job.

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 theirs,

he manages to lose...

Or squander.

Look at her now.

She's skinny.

Probably her nerves.

You know, when I'm gone...

You're going to have
to take over.

Be sure and... fatten her up.

Look...

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

Everybody's going...

Somewhere.

There's no need for the Cannon.

A .22 should be all we need.

Let the old man finish his meal.

Wo An ill wind is
blowing this way, ladies.

I am so messed up.

I just sent my baby boy
off to military academy.

Sweetie, come here, come here.

I am so wired. Am I
having a heart attack?

- Is that what's going on?
- No, sweetie.

Men get heart attacks. We don't.

- Men do, we don't.
- Can you breathe?

Okay, blow out. That's it.

Oh god!

- You know what?
- What?

"Mama's little helper" to the
rescue. I want you to take one...

No, sweetie, take two, and
leave all your troubles behind.

What are these?

Her husband gives
them to his patients.

For me, he triples the dosage.

Jennifer, I said take two
pills. How many did you take?

I don't know!
Just what you told me!

Bon voyage, darling.

This is a nightmare.

Scusi.

Officer!
Is there a problem here?

- You're in a "no parking" zone.
- We're talking minutiae here.

What does Angelo see
in a guy like that?

I could run circles
around that pain in the ass.

Does 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 shit.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

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 frigging "twinge"

when you hear a song like this?

So, what do you get?

Are you saying this little
distance here is not negotiable?

The law is the law.

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.

Hey! Good thing I
didn't see you earlier,

otherwise, I would have
had to give you a ticket!

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Hello? What?

I'm on my way.
I'll be right there.

My son has a temperature of 103.

Oh, he'll be all right.
Want some company?

I got to 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 della Rosa!

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 apollonia di mare,

the cliffs of his sicilia.

All about him swirled 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 moors."

"'I've waited too long
to come home, ' he thought,

'for time is a thief,
and he never gets caught.'"

never, Jennifer.

Yeah, no, I'm okay.

Jesus Christ!

Jennifer, this is not the time
for another one of your scenes.

- My scenes?!
- It's not what it looks like.

You have no clue
what it looks like.

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

- Jen-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!

I have to pick up my kids.

Jennifer...

You have to take your share
of responsibility for this.

- My share?!
- Do you know how lonely I've been

while you've off been doing
this book club thing?

You are just about
to get lonelier.

Oh, man!

Creep.

My house, this is my house.

You're nothing
but a prune now, kip!

And you are not going
to disrespect me!

Jesus!

Ma'am, please.

If you don't mind?

Hello.

You're hurt!

Yes, ma'am, I am.

You're bleeding.
Rather profusely.

- That's what happens when you get shot.
- Shot? You've been shot?

Definitely, but it's not
as bad as it looks, really.

You're at the wrong house.
It's the wrong neighborhood.

You want queens, maybe Brooklyn.

No, wait...

I'm at the right house...

Jennifer. May I?

- I know you, don't I?
- Yes, ma'am, you do.

I'm sorry.
I can't remember your name.

- Frankie, Frankie Delano.
- Right! Frankie.

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

Yes, ma'am,
when you were a kid, ma'am.

The news I heard you presumed.

Come again?

I presume you heard the news?

- What news?
- Got a television?

Sources close
to the investigation

tell mobile-8's news team that it
had the trademark signs of a mob hit.

That nice old man?

We've got to get you
to a hospital.

It's... not necessary.

- Uh... the police?
- Definitely not necessary.

So, what do we do?

You were shot! That's
what you said, right?

Ma'am, do you happen
to have a...

- A DVD player?
- DVD?

Yes, ma'am, a DVD player.

- It's been shot.
- Shot?

- Yeah.
- Dvd's been shot.

There's 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.

Great breasts. Absolutely great.

They're like champagne glasses.

- Apology accepted.
- Sorry!

Could you...

Please play this?

You're not gonna do what I
think you're gonna do, are you?

It's okay. It's no big deal.
I've done it before.

Okay.

Shh!

Smart son-of-a...

Okay.

Just two more.

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?
Why is he telling me this?

I'm telling you this because

you are not
who you think you are.

- Right, now, that's a relief.
- There was a war in New York.

He had a lot of enemies
at that 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.

That was his way of making sure

the hit man would know
just where to find Sammy.

And since this hit man was
a traitor who worked for us,

it looked like Angelo
was behind sammy's death.

When the hit man 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.

But what kind of hit man,

of any substance,
has his kid Bruno junior

waiting in the car
when he does the thing?

In 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 Johnny,

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 flew to sicily,

to the village of castellemmare

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...

My wife died in childbirth.

I do not have the words...

For my grief to this very day.

This is just the saddest.

His young wife dies
giving childbirth?

It's just... oh, god...

- They had a daughter.
- A daughter?

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 have killed the baby.
- 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 Glen cove.

Well, that's where I lived.

And even though she had...

Dark hair, and they
had blonde hair,

he still let them

adopt her.

He gave her away.

Is it getting warm in here?

So he took care
of all their expenses

under one condition.

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.

But 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 an allieghieri,

and we...

Do not bow down!

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.
- Please don't close the door.

I never have any door closed.

Claustrophobic.

My phobias are
none of your business.

I'm calling the police.

Please, please, please, please.
You don't need to do that.

Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

Look what I got.
Italian eggs a la milanese,

a little polenta,
a little biscotti,

a little ricotta
and a lot of Espresso.

- I don't eat that stuff.
- I know.

You have black coffee,
dry toast...

No butter. Jam once a week.

- How do you know that?
- Please, it's gonna get cold.

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.

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

At seven!

My husband's idea.

My husband's away.

That'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
wanted you to eat more.

- My father?
- You know, Angelo.

That's it.

Enough already, Frankie, with the
father and all... whatever your name is.

He is not my father,
do you understand?

I have a real live father

who lives five miles from here.

- Wait!
- Stop!

- Could... could you just wait a minute?
- Stop!

I'm... stopping,
but slow down for a minute.

I just want to talk
to you for a second.

Ma'am...

If you need someone
to drive you...

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!

- You don't need therapy.
- Oh... yeah...

Shopping.

Are you okay?

- May I help you?
- And your name would be?

- Allison.
- Enchanting. Allison,

may I see everything you have
in ensada 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'll take them all.

- Oh god! Oh my god!
- It's all right, it's all over.

All over. It's all 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?

Lucio malatesta would be
at the top of my list.

List! What list?

People are lining up
wanting to kill me?

What am I? A Thanksgiving Turkey
and people are placing orders?

- Let me drive.
- I will drive my own car!

I know it's your car, but I'd
like to take control of it.

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

I am perfectly
capable of driving!

You're probably a very good
driver, but right now...

I'm the one who should be
driving the car.

Maybe it was my fault, ma'am.

Maybe they followed me
and I led them to you.

Oh, great, just great.
Until I met you,

I was perfectly capable
of shopping for shoes

without someone
trying to kill me!

What?

What is that Cologne
you're wearing?!

Is it brut?

Don't tell me it's brut!

You know, ma'am,
could we be... just...

- Quiet for a couple of seconds, please?
- I am on edge, you know.

I understand, but I'm getting
a terrible headache.

Oh, well, pardon me.

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

And what's with this? This?!

Don't shrug! Speak!

What you're doing is you're
having this panic attack syndrome.

That often happens
after a hit, really.

You know all about these
things. You're a hit man, right?

Is that what you are?

No, ma'am, actually,
a hit man takes a life.

I'm a bodyguard and a
bodyguard protects it.

So you were my father's
bodyguard, and he got waxed.

So now you're my bodyguard?
That just fills me with confidence.

Am I getting a major league
frigging migraine!?

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.

Please, I'm sorry.
You don't have to do that.

- It's okay.
- I want to see my father now.

- Your father was Angelo.
- Take me to my father's house... now!

- Mother?
- In here, dear.

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

There was a shootout!
Just think of it!

I have, really.

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...

Don't take this in a bad way,
but have you switched...

Affiliations?

This doesn't change
anything between us.

After all, I'm still
your father.

I'm feeling better
than ever, thank you.

He's gotten me into great
shape, don't you think?

There is something completely
irrational about all men.

No kidding!

So what'd they say?

Exactly what I expected,
thank you.

They said they are indeed my
parents and you, Mr. Mafia pants,

are full of it. So there.

The emotional extortion
doesn't go past here.

- And furthermore, when my attorney...
- excuse me.

Tell me something, ma'am,

is there a place 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 to be
talked to like this.

- 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.

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.

Do it.

Come on.

Simply put, when Angelo
brought you to us...

You were the most
beautiful baby girl.

You took my finger
and sat right on my lap.

You kept saying
the only word you knew.

Pretty.

Pretty, over and over.

Of course we took you.

We would've 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.

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

I never really was
too much of a cook.

No! No.

That's good.

It's great! Really, it is.

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

is genetics.

The way things get passed down

from families.

Like, 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?

Okay, the Frankie cooking
show brought to you by...

Beretta.

- Are you crazy?
- A little.

Nothing. Nothing, darling.
It's just some thunder.

Mom, I gotta go, okay?

Okay.

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?

I'm sure your kid
really misses you.

No, he really doesn't.

Why should he?

He's got a father
who cheats like a dog...

And a mother who's never had a
clue what to do with her life.

So, tell me the truth.

Somebody else did all this.
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.

Sure.

So, Frankie,
what's your nickname?

You know...

Your nickname? All you mob
guys have one, right?

Like "Louie the lump,"
"Charlie fat lips,".

"Frankie the food freak"?

Just "Frankie," ma'am.

- What's "Frankie" short for?
- What's that got to do with anything?

I just want to know!
Is it "Francis"?

You got more important things
to think about than that.

It is "Francis," isn't it?
You've got a girl's name.

That just explains everything.

You've probably been
overcompensating your whole life.

Some anxiety
transference syndrome

to... well, you know...

The macho, non-verbal
sicilian, mixed in with the brute,

to cover the Francis that
lives inside some inner self

or something or other.

That'll be your new nickname...
"St. Francis the brute."

Don't take this the wrong way,
ma'am, but 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 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 it's not going
to happen again, no way.

I see you've got
a guest house out there,

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

'Cause I don't trust anybody.
There is danger everywhere.

Everywhere I look.

The night has a thousand eyes.

Excuse me...

- You stole that line.
- I know, from Bobby vee.

"Remember when you tell
those little white lies..."

"The night has a thousand
eyes." Yes, I do.

That was playing when Peter hackbart
was trying to get under my blouse.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

N-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.

You can stay in
the guest house, I guess.

- Thank you.
- It's been a ridiculous day.

What's going on?

I know this sack of shit.

This sack of shit is my husband!

Shh-hh! You want me to take
care of this problem once and for all?

- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.

Go back to bed... shh!
And let me do my job.

You have a shovel downstairs?

- A shovel?
- Yeah, something I can dig a hole with.

What the... what the...

What the hell is going on?
Who the hell are you?

Who the hell is this? Do
you have a boyfriend already?

This is Frankie,
he's my bodyguard.

Look, who are you?
And what is that smell?

- It's brut.
- It's overwhelming.

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

You cannot talk to me...
In my house, like that.

It's her house.

Reconsider.

Darling?

Darling, 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... 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!

August 14th, the airport hotel.

Oh... okay. Yeah.

The Swedish flight attendant,

but that was
the only other time...

December 5th, the four seasons.

Ah... right. Um...

The real estate lady,
but she was a nooner!

My only nooner, I swear to god!

Oh, 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.

Wow.

- There he goes.
- The past.

The future... man less.

No, there'll 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?

- Sort of.
- That's nice.

- Everyone should have a someone.
- Mm-hmm.

Why is everybody looking
like they hate me?

They think you're
angelo's mistress.

Oh, Jesus! I feel like a
whore in a catholic church!

Shh... we all do.

What's he saying?

Mostly that we're not worthy.

Now he's talking about Christ.

And his blood. And the wounds.

And more blood.

Now the guilt.

- There's more blood.
- Oh man...

More wounds.

More blood.

Now he's back to the wounds.

That guy over there
is Bruno maranzella.

Where?

Over there, with the head
like an aircraft carrier.

This malatesta fellow,
where is he?

Right in front of him. The guy
that looks like he should be in a box.

Jesus! And whoever
said men age well?

Sorry.

Angelo allieghieri
was a man of great passion.

How verdi, rossini

would fill 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, to die alone.

And so, Angelo,

we remember you here today.

All in all. Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

I'll remember you, Angelo.

"Remembering" in Italian
means "vendetta."

You keep the distance.

Always a distance.

You goombas never quit, do you?

Frankie?

Frankie, what's that noise?

Just taking out
the trash, ma'am.

Frankie, did you say something?

Nothing, ma'am, I
didn't say anything.

Shut up.

Ma latest a,
you're using amateurs.

Frankie?

Frankie?

- Frankie?
- Yeah?

- May I come in?
- All right.

It's not exactly warm
out here, you know.

- You okay?
- Peachy.

I feel like I'm in the brut
center of the universe!

Sorry about that.

Frankie, I am so frightened.

- I'm here, ma'am.
- Yeah, of course.

You know what's terrific about
being frightened like this?

At least now I'm frightened about
something specific, like being whacked,

as opposed to the non-specific
variety, which is what I usually feel,

that kind of dread, the
free-floating whatnot and all.

I remember as a little
girl being afraid.

Very afraid.

Little bogeymen under the bed
and devils in the closet.

Isn't it amazing
how our innermost fears

turn into this freudian whole...

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...

Never mind what he said.
I lied to him all the time.

I didn't want him telling my
parents what was going on...

- Ma'am?
- Frankie.

We got squirrels.

Squirrels, Frankie?

Yes, ma'am. Big squirrels.

They tend to overeat preparing
for a difficult winter,

and sometimes they bloat.

And often they get
caught in the walls.

To get out of the
walls, they have to...

Deflate.

And thus, this is causing...

The passage of wind age.

Aw, poor things!

Yeah, tough luck.

Tough luck.

Frankie?

Tell me the part again...

The part of dreaming
about the saints.

There's a dream that...

Sicilians that have
never been to sicily have.

That they're on the coast,

on a 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 known.

And your father,
he always told your mother

the greatest love stories

were in the opera.

He loved her very much.

I'll be right back.

Great, you made it.

Two dozen, right?
That's perfect, perfect.

Do me a favor and hang out here
until the thing is over.

You'll hear some applause,
you'll come up to the door.

I'll signal you to come on in,
and we'll surprise her.

Thank you.

- Do you know what they're saying?
- Not really, I know he's dead.

- He's dead, yes?
- Completely dead.

- What is he saying?
- He wants his daughter to avenge him.

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

"My little one"?
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.

Nice, but I always thought the
red ones were the special ones.

You don't understand...
White is special!

It's pure. Not like red ones.
Everybody gets red roses.

- How'd you like the opera?
- More than I could have imagined.

Angelo loved it.

My father...

Was he handsome
when he was young?

- Pfft.
- Pfft?!

Yeah, very. And your mother,
she'd be able to walk across a room,

and everything would just stop.
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.

You know, she was
pregnant with you.

That means you were the first
person I ever danced with.

I guess.

I like that thought.

Frankie, why haven't
you ever been married?

- I'm just waiting.
- You saying you've never been in love?

Love is like this
temporary form of insanity.

And you've never been insane?

- You're reading that.
- Mm-hmm.

This marcello. He turns
everything into such a passion.

I can't put it down.
Have you ever read him?

- I don't think I like the guy.
- Why not?

He looks a little too smooth.

What's wrong with smooth?

I don't know... it's just that
I know guys like that.

Strutting like roosters,
taking credit for the sunrise.

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

You don't think it's possible
for a man to be called beautiful?

No, I believe there's an
exception for every rule in the book,

but I've 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?"

But 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?
- The first time I saw it

is when Sammy carboni's kid
came back to queens.

He was living over in Italy.

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 was like this kid
was a golden boy

that the sun was
shining on all the time.

He's the kind of kid every
13-year-old kid wanted to be like.

I know. So I was
just watching this.

W-Why were you watching him?

Well, it was carboni.
Gianni carboni.

- The son of Sammy carboni?
- Right.

The guy lucio malatesta
murdered then...

- Frankie...
- Tried to blame Angelo.

I think he's coming over
here, what should I say?

How do I look?
If you were looking at me,

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

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

Frankie, I'm serious!
He's getting closer.

What would you want me
to look like?

- What are you doing?
- Trust me on this one.

Hi, how are you?

So, what do you think?

What do I think?

Are you together?

Mmm... yes.

No, I mean, no. He's...

- The security consultant.
- You mean, the bodyguard.

I am no good at pretending.

We've been watching each other,

so forgive me if I cause offense
baring my heart and telling the truth.

You see my soul,
I stand naked before you.

Maybe he 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, I am.

I wanted to thank you for
arranging my reading at your club.

But you seemed,
how shall I say, distracted.

I'm such a great
admirer of yours.

I've read all of your
books over and over and...

- Miss 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.

Then he'd see you
up in the balcony.

You know, combing your hair,

talking on the phone
to this guy and that,

coming home from school,

and kicking up those leaves
in the dying light of fall.

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.

I was watching.

And 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 can't recall
any Bobby Jordan, no.

I went with him in high school.

He was cheating on me
the whole time.

I was so crazy about him.

I swear I would have
married him.

And then he just got
strange one day.

No, no, Frankie!

No, Frankie!

He stopped talking to me.

Young guys can go through
this neurotic phase.

It's not just guys.

- Could I have some more anisette?
- Sure.

What about Polly Peters?

Do you remember her?

No, I've never heard of her.

Polly Peters, no.

She was this mean, nasty witch

who started spreading these awful
stories about me sleeping around.

She was destroying
my reputation.

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.

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.

Like it or not, we are.

Do you realize you
never call me Jennifer?

You may, you know.

That being my name and all.

Good night, Francis.

Good night, Jennifer.

What?

Frankie, Frankie!

Oh my god! The door is closed.

- I can't believe the door is closed.
- Okay, okay.

- What are you going to do?
- You shouldn't stay here.

- Go somewhere, go.
- Put that gun down!

I'm serious, go somewhere,
I'll be all right.

- No!
- Stay back, stay here.

No. No!

- Yes, yes.
- No!

No!

I know this guy. He used
to work for malatesta

before the stroons
moved to Chicago.

We better move this stroon because
I got neighbors all over the place!

God, I'm so aggravated!

- Aggravated?
- Aggravated, yes!

- Answer it.
- No!

- Yes.
- No!

- Don't hit me.
- Hold this.

- Rawley, I miss you so.
- Mom...

- 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,

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 "Willow in
the wind" 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.

You're going to whack
malatesta. That's just great.

Nice moon.

It's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

So, you think you've got this
vengeance thing all figured out.

- You know how it's done?
- Done?

You mean the thing?

- No, not really.
- 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.

Ma latest a takes
a good look at me.

He thinks he could
have any woman,

because he's a little tweaked
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?

Okay... show me.

- What?
- Your walk.

- Why?
- 'cause you go in that place,

and your walk doesn't
match your attitude

and your attitude doesn't
match your walk,

you'll be in a bag and the bag's
gonna be in the river.

Really?

Watch this.

That is nothing short
of terrible.

Are you telling me
how to walk now?

- Somebody's got to.
- You think you can do it?

Maybe.

Are you going
to put me on the spot?

Okay.

What am I doing?
Forget about it.

This is your job. Concentrate.

You said you could do it,
enlighten me a little bit.

Come on, you can do it!

One, two. One... that's it.

What? Do you have ankle damage?

You're really starting
to irritate me.

Just follow me. I can
figure this out. Ready?

Let's go. One, two.

Cross over. Like an antelope.

Back and forth.

I don't think this is right,

- you going in there alone.
- I'll be fine.

I don't know about that.
It's better if I go in there,

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.

He'll be at the corner table,

probably on the phone,
whacking somebody long distance.

Thank you.

Ah, Jennifer!

The ring, the ring.

The boss says you need a rope.

Get her over here!

There's someone at my table
that would really like to meet you.

Maybe that "someone"
should have the manners

to come over here
and introduce himself.

Don't be a fucking idiot.

Simple. Direct.
I like that in a man.

So, do 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 whatnot.

- He was old.
- What am I?

Springtime?

- Maybe you're different.
- Maybe.

Where the hell do you
think you're going?

You're fantastic.

What's the matter with him?
What's going on?

- Goddamn ticker.
- Ticker?!

- Call the ambulance.
- Let me help.

Call a doctor.
Don't help so much!

You're an angel.
My good luck piece.

You shouldn't talk. Rest.

Bruno, shut up.

She comes with me.

I keep telling you...

I don't need this shit!

I'm fine.

I'm fine. Just fine.

- You'll see.
- I'll see?

Get me a priest.

You gotta stop so we can
get ourselves a priest.

What do you need a priest for?

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

You'll be fine.
Your big night's coming.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Is anyone there?

Anyone?

Could you please get these
goons off my back? Please, please?

Amen. Amen.

This is for last rites,
I presume.

Father, relax.
It's lucio's little fantasy.

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

Jennifer?

Jennifer?

My heart ain't no
fine-tuned watch,

but what the hell?!

I want to go out special.

Like, married to you.

B-But I am married.

- Don't go getting technical.
- But I'm married!

The church cannot allow...

Father, you'll pull
some strings, right?

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

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

Here's a young broad
on the make, so what the hell?

Love, like all things
fine and true,

takes time to blossom and bloom.

Blow me with the blossoming
and the blooming.

- Do it.
- You are man and wife. Kiss the bride.

You heard him.

Everything's all right.

I got the doctor in one room
and the broad in the other.

Careful with him!

What the hell is this?

It's your wedding trousseau.
Put it on.

Move!

Thank you!

Fucking dog.
All he does is bark.

He's been barking
all night long.

Where's my bride?

Shut up. All you do
is sit around and bark.

You're useless!

- Too bad, huh?
- While this retard re-shuffles,

go check on the old man for me?

Why do you call me a retard for?

What did I do to you?
I split cards, that's all.

Spell "ecclesiastical".

- "Ex-sclees... " i...
- Retarded.

"Ex-sclesiastical?"
what is that?

- Ex-sclestiastical.
- Stop talking!

Sounds like a retarded
church to me.

Where are you, my beloved?

There's only me out here now.

Look at you.

Like an angel, you are.

And look at me, like some...

Dried-up prune creature.

Oh, mi a more.

But tonight I'm coming back
from the dead,

like some mighty oak rising
out of some dead jungle.

But, angel face,

we must go slow.

Very slow.

You know? Like...

Molten lava.

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 pony.

Thanks a lot for the last one.

Let's play "chase the bitch."

We're playing a different game.

I know how to play
"chase the bitch."

Is your mother in this game?

- I got 400 out of it.
- What're you gonna do?

Hey! The broad!

Get off your ass!

Let's go! Let's go!

Oh, shit!

Holy shit!

Stupid mutt!

It's payback time!

- Jennifer! Come on!
- Frankie?!

Go!

- I did it! I did it!
- Did what?

- What did you do?
- I whacked malatesta!

- You did... no, you didn't!
- I did too.

- Come on.
- I did too. He looked pretty dead.

- Really? How?
- You want to know how?

I wasn't there. I'm asking how.

I married him to death.

That'll do it.

Yeah...

Cheers.

If I don't have
any more enemies,

does that...

Does that mean
you won't be around?

- Surely I must still be in...
- Grave danger?

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

I think it's rawley.

- I'll get it.
- He misses me.

Hello? Oh!

Oh, marcello, I forgot.

No, it's not too late.

It's not.

Yes, tomorrow
would be all right.

How are 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.

You have a lot
of anger in you, Bruno.

You've been working.

A little home improvement.

You've got... stuff here.

He got to you, didn't he?

You okay?

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 that I'm more
than some obligation?

Maybe I mean something to you?

"I ran 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.

"I'm talking about
the kind of pain"

"that eats away at you
and it never leaves."

I want you to know it.

I want you to feel it.

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.

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 fucking idea
who I am.

- What?
- Your father, he killed my father.

- Marcello, what...
- 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 making a mistake...

Enough!

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

that pain hidden away.

Gianni, 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?

Enough with all that!

- Hey, Jennifer.
- Figlio di put tan a.

Parli italiano?

I had a great teacher,
and right now I miss him.

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.

Brut?

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.

On summer nights, I'd watch you

and I'd memorize your face
in the moonlight.

I fell in love with you then.

And 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.

You know, Angelo used to say

there's 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! Mom says you
got to get pink! We got to go!

- Or else!
- Whoa!

Su, Frankie. Andiamo, andiamo.
A tardi.

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.