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Oh!

What are you wieners doing?

Wow.

Shirts in the pool.

What the hell... What could be the reason

for shirts in the pool?

What are you hiding?

I was talking to my friends back here.

One of 'em goes, "They're shirt nerds."

I said, "No, no, no, they're not really shirt nerds.

"Nah, they're shirt fags.

They're shirt fags, guys."

Shirties! Shirties!

Shirties! Shirties! Shirties! Shirties!

Shirties! Shirties! Shirties!

Shirties! Shirties! Shirties! Shirties!

Come on, you guys. Breakfast!

Hello? Yeah, Dov, it's me.

I know, bro. It's finally here.

It's still busy. Everyone's calling.

No, a major character doesn't die.

I'm gonna keep trying the theater.

Would you stop bothering him?

Where's Daddy? He's always late.

He should've been here by now with the newspaper.

Relax, relax. Here it is. I got it.

Did you check the showtimes, Pop?

Sorry. Slipped my mind.

Slipped your mind?

What? How?

Rocky III opens today. The end of the trilogy.

The last Rocky film ever.

Are you reneging on your promise, Pop?

No. We're all gonna go to the movie, okay?

There's a lot going on. Check out the times,

then we can plan our day, okay?

Oh, look.

Jessica Lange. Gorgeous.

Maybe I should go blonde.

No. You'd look ridiculous.

How about a cat, babe, from down the shelter?

- Again with the cat thing? - Here it is.

- I got it. Holy shit. - Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

They're playing it on both screens, starting at noon.

Box office opens at 11:00.

We'll have to get there much earlier,

- before the crowds show up. - I don't know, bro.

It could be sold out already.

Everyone's gonna want to see who dies.

- What the... Come here. Come here. - Hey. Hey!

- Knock it off. Knock it off. - Wait, wait. What now?

- What now? - Guys, guys. Hey, Christian!

- Knock it off. - Stop! Watch the table!

- Enough of this shit! You! - Now what? Now what, Ant?

What's wrong with you?

Stop busting chops, huh?

Let go of him.

And you, I know you're excited,

but shut up when you talk, all right?

Everybody just relax.

- I got it. I got it, I got it. - Same time every day.

Why doesn't he put the mail in the mailbox

- like anybody el... - I got it. Hey, I got it!

Jesus.

- Sorry to bother you again. - Yeah.

But I, uh... I found another one of these on your lawn.

Strange.

Someone keeps putting one here every day.

Looks like fun.

You, uh... going to the movies today?

Who isn't?

Anyways, have a good day.

Yeah, yeah, it opens at 11:00.

We got to get there very early...

This looks right?

- Yeah. - You sure?

Hey, listen, it's gonna go great.

Mm.

So, what's the plan today?

Listen up. We got a lot to do

before we meet at noon to start prepping, okay?

Christian, you got to get down there and sign up.

Today's the last day. I told you that, right?

- Yeah. - Honey, you do your thing around here.

I'm gonna hit the bank. Fingers crossed.

Most importantly, Anthony,

you get the tickets to Rocky III.

4:30 show, okay?

That's the one that's gonna work.

Make this happen, kiddo, before it gets sold out.

- Yeah. - Everybody good?

- Yeah. - Capisce?

All right? Let's go.

Here you go, sir.

All right, guys, listen up.

I got a couple of rules in my movie theater.

Everybody pay attention.

Number one: five tickets per person.

No more.

You ask me for six, sorry, no Rocky for you.

I am selling tickets for today's performances,

not tomorrow's, so if you ask me for tomorrow,

no Rock for you.

Freaking gavone. Step back.

Listen up! I have rules!

I'll wait for youse to come around.

They show up for Rocky, huh?

Holy shit balls, guys.

This is happening. This is happening.

"Yo, Adrian!"

We've been waiting on this. This is here.

All the speculation is over.

I mean, who's Rocky fighting?

Is Apollo coming back?

Has Paulie gained more weight?

Probably.

Oh, I'm so psyched.

- We love you, Rocky! - Eat thunder and crap lightning!

Should've came here earlier.

Everyone had the same idea. This is crazy.

Come on, what did you expect?

This side of the island is like 95% Italian American.

Your people have adopted Rocky Balboa

as their new god and savior or something.

What about you? You're Jewish.

Yeah, but you Italians converted me.

Just like you converted Teddy Wong over there.

That's the only Asian gang on the island,

and every single one of them worships at the altar

of Rocky Balboa, praise his name.

Didn't you do Teddy's homework every day last year?

Yeah. I got him a B-minus, and he punched me in the dick.

The point is you Italians

preach the holy word of Rocky with passion.

It's infectious.

Holy shit!

Who the hell is that?

It's Gus Giammarino and his crew.

I wonder if they did it.

Did what?

Just look.

What'd they do? I-I don't get it.

They beat the crap out of each other so that

they could look like Rocky at the end of Rocky I and II.

Oh.

After the final fight with Apollo.

That is so cool.

And insane at the same time.

More importantly, what are we gonna wear to the film later?

- I've thought about this. - All right, tell me.

- Party-appropriate. - Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.

- Button-down shirts. - Nice. - Ooh.

Nice jeans.

- Yeah. That's it. - Right?

- Respect the film. - Respect the film.

I filled it all out.

I think it's all correct, and, uh,

I think it's all there and correct.

I'm sure it is, Mr. Dedea.

So, how does this... this work now?

Do we just... you and I just go through this?

Well, why don't you give all that to me,

and I'll bring it in to my manager

and see if you qualify.

Oh. Okay, yeah, I... just give it to you.

Sure.

Relax.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

The 2:30 and the 3:00 are sold out.

You needed to get here

much earlier if you wanted to see those shows.

What did you think was gonna happen?

This is Rocky III, people. Three.

I'm doing the math, guys.

If all the people in front of us get the max, five tickets each,

the Guidos will get in but not us.

No. No, not everybody's gonna buy five tickets.

Ask us for six, sorry, no Rocky for you.

We are only selling tickets...

Maron', that must be Rocky's limo.

This is Rocky III. Come on.

It's not Halloween III or Bad News Bears III or Ten.

This is iconic Rocky III.

Oh, shit. I know that look.

It's not good. It's not good at all.

It's the love look.

I don't want anybody cutting.

I don't want anybody asking for more than five tickets...

Oh!

It's the Shirties.

What's up, guys?

- How we doing? - Shit.

Let me ask you something. Do you guys wear your shirts

in the shower, too? How does that work?

What the hell are you shirt fags doing here?

You're not here to see Rocky, are you?

Guys, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand Rocky. You're not made for Rocky.

Rocky's not made for you.

Rocky's made for guys like me.

He's not for losers. He's for winners.

Don't give me that look. I'll walk right over there,

and I'll smack youse both in the face.

Rocky's not for you.

Go home, Shirties. Go home.

Shirties? What the hell's a Shirtie?

Goddamn it, guys.

I think we're gonna be Shirties till the day we die.

Hey, babe. Mr. Larocca.

Jesus. What the hell is she doing with him?

God, look how beautiful she is.

Did you see her wave to me?

Okay, you've known her since you were kids.

- If she didn't wave, she'd be a sociopath. - Wait!

You know, tonight's her sweet 16.

It's at our hall.

I still can't believe I wasn't invited.

Hey, that's her loss.

Hey, hey, forget about her.

Today's not about her anyway. You know what today is?

Today is about you and your relationship

with the one and only Rocky Balboa.

Right?

Come on.

- Get pumped, man. - Rocky. - Rocky.

"Eat thunder and crap lightning."

- Yes. - Rocko!

We got the last six tickets for the 4:30.

By the time we left, everything was sold out.

Except for the one at 2:00 in the morning.

It's gonna be awesome.

You know, I still think you should prepare yourself

for a major character dropping hard, but...

that's just me.

What?

You don't think so? Huh? Huh?

- Come on. What? - Hey.

What the hell youse doing?

Huh? I told you I need 500 meatballs

for these animals, right?

Cut the bullshitting, okay?

This isn't playtime. Do your jobs.

Like everybody else, okay?

What's his problem?

He didn't get the loan.

Shit.

Now he has to ask Larocca for more money.

Or this place is done.

Who told youse to follow?

Go wait by the door, you freaking apes.

Mm.

You still look good for an old broad.

Why do you treat 'em like that?

You feel like a big man?

Mm, you know firsthand I'm a big man.

You'll always be an asshole, Frank.

I know.

Okay. You look sad.

No, I'm good.

Hey, Frank.

Hey.

This place gonna be ready, Vincent?

Of course it's gonna be ready.

What, are you kidding me?

Let's talk in the back.

Yeah.

Bye, Marie.

- Hey, come on. - This is stupid.

- Shh. Come on. - Just leave 'em.

I can turn this around, Frank.

No, you can't.

- It's over. - Frank, come on.

Vincent.

We're bleeding money here.

As a friend, I can't give you more, okay?

What would happen if you couldn't make the payments?

I'll make the payments.

Have any idea how many people have said that to me?

Last time. It's over.

Okay, we go out with a big bang tonight at my daughter's party.

Then I come back in here, and I... I take care of this place.

You'll take care of it?

Yeah, you get a little something

when the insurance money comes in.

Then you can invest in some new thing.

I don't want a new thing.

I want this thing.

Please, Frank.

Don't make me beg. All right?

I will. I'll get on my hands and knees.

But please, don't make me.

Maron', Vincent.

Don't be so pathetic.

You and me, we go back a hundred years.

- But don't blur the lines, huh? - Hey. Get out.

This is about money.

Take it like a man, Vincent.

Look, I know you're upset.

I know you... you feel like a failure.

Like you let that beautiful wife of yours down.

Don't.

Whatever.

I need you to focus, Vincent.

Make today special, huh?

For me and my little girl.

It's just embarrassing.

- What a coward. - Hey.

- Come on. - I can't even believe it.

He should've stood up for himself, right?

Cut him a break. You're too young to understand.

What's not to understand, Christian?

He wussed out.

- Enough. - I'm not wrong.

Enough.

It was goddamn pathetic.

Enough.

Christian! It's 3:39.

We're gonna be late for the movie.

Christian, what could you be doing?

Christian, come on!

- Come on, what is your problem? - Stay with me.

Dad?

I'm not ready yet!

We got to gather troops. Come on.

- I don't want crappy seats. - I forgot my watch, Ant.

Use the sun as your timepiece.

- Ma, come on. We got to go. - Hey.

Stay with me. Come on.

- Ant, slow down. - Relax.

Dad, Jesus.

Dad.

Those are our seats. They're our seats.

You see my face? I'm gonna make yours look like that.

You know who I am.

Hey! Hey!

Break it up!

What's the matter with you?

- You want to see this movie, right? - Yeah.

- You want to see Rocky? - Yeah.

Do me a favor... sit down.

You can't fight here. This is a big day.

Holy shit.

Anthony, your mouth.

Looks like the whole island's here.

Well, there's four seats right here.

We'll sit. I like to sit in the back anyway. Come on.

There they are. Perfect seats. All right.

Uh, I'm gonna sit with Dov and Albie.

Oh, I'm staying over at Albie's.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

It's his night. Let him have a good time.

I thought we'd sit together.

Hey. You almost gave me a heart attack.

Good seats, guys. Nice.

- Yeah? Yeah, you think so? - Yeah.

How's my outfit?

Strong.

Can you see the sweat stains through the jacket?

I'm sorry.

I'm so damn nervous.

Oh, me, too. I mean, I got the willy shits.

Me, three. I heard again that someone big dies.

Okay, we'll see when it happens.

- We'll see. - Right this way.

Pleasure to have you.

The house seats, reserved for you.

Ignore him.

Just enjoy the movie.

Thank you, Mr. Larocca. Thank you.

Sophia.

Don't get distracted, man.

You'll never forgive yourself.

Just leave it alone.

Ah, shit.

I have to pee.

Bad.

You... Pee? Are you kidding me?

Rocky III viewing protocol.

I mean, we discussed this ad nauseum.

You urinate a half hour before the film.

- I... - Before.

- There's four minutes till showtime. - Go!

- Run. Run, run, run. - Go. Go. Run.

Run.

Hey, you think you could take Rocky?

Ah, man.

He's gonna give me a heart attack, this kid, I swear.

- Oh! My God. Oh, Tony. - Oh, Soph.

- You okay? - Yeah. I'm fine.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- You good? - I'm-I'm o...

- Yeah, I'm okay, Tony. Yeah, yeah. - Good.

Hey.

Hey.

Yeah, I didn't know you were at this showing.

Yeah, no, it... Rocky III, it's...

I know.

Hey, do you remember when we saw

Rocky I together here with our dads?

Yeah, yeah, that... that was here.

- Right. - Yeah. It's crazy.

It is.

Rocky always reminds me of you.

Um, I...

- I wanted to tell you... - Shirtie!

- Santo! - Why the hell are you touching my girl, huh?

- You're making a scene. - I already told you,

- you don't understand Rocky, all right? - Stop. Stop it!

- Santo! You're an idiot. - Get out of here!

Come on, we're gonna miss the open.

You're an asshole. I'm so sorry, Tony.

Come on. Bye, Tony.

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Where the hell is he? Where the hell is he?

Shh. I don't know where the hell he is.

He's gonna miss the movie.

I've never seen it like this before.

Maron'.

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

- There he is. Over here. - Dude!

- Come on, come on. - Oh, Jesus Christ.

That was the longest piss in history.

- What happened? - I saw her.

What are you talking about? Saw who?

Sophia. We-we ran into each other.

Then Saggesi busted it up, but...

there was something between us, Dov.

It was genuine.

No. No, no, no, no. Stop, Ant.

Look, just focus, man, all right?

- Have we not been waiting on this? - Yeah.

- Please, respect the film. - Respect the film.

- Respect the film. - Please.

You're right. Sorry.

Yo, what the hell you doing? What you doing?

It's starting.

- Okay! All right! - This is it.

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Freaking Paulie.

Freaking Paulie.

Whoa. This guy's, like, a stalker or something.

He's a stalker.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Mickey, come on.

- Yo, Jesus. - Apollo.

- Go for it! - Go for it.

Hit him, Rocky! Hit him again!

Oh!

Get off the ropes.

- Come on. Get out of there. - Get off the ropes.

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Come on, Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky!

Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Yeah! Stay down!

One! Two!

Three! Four!

Five! Six! Seven!

Eight! Nine!

Maybe the best one yet.

Come on. I don't want to see Larocca.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go home.

That was the greatest movie of all time.

Damn straight.

I mean, I'm overwhelmed.

Wow.

No doubt, but they did it, guys.

They killed a major character. They killed Mickey.

Hey, guys, respect the film.

Respect the film.

Respect the film, man.

Respect the film.

This is ridiculous. You're an asshole.

He wrote and directed this movie.

Amazing.

I'm gonna tell her happy birthday.

What?

What's happening? What's going on?

- Where you going? - You know it's bad luck

to leave during the credits.

I got you. I got you. You're about to be fucked.

Rocky's a pussy!

- Oh! - Rocky's a what? - What?

- What? - What did he just say? - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did he say? - Who said that?

- Who said that? - What did he say?

Who would call Rocko a pussy?

- Huh? - Say what, now?

Who said that?

I need to know who said that!

Who the fuck said that?

He said it. The shirt nerd just called Rocky a pussy.

- I heard him! - Whoa.

What? No, I didn't say that.

- How dare you, boy. - Rocky is not a pussy!

- It was him! The Shirtie! - No.

Who would say such a thing?

- He didn't say it. - I didn't say that. No.

- It was him! The Shirtie! - It was Anthony Dedea.

Let's go get this kid.

You got to run, kid.

Put your head down and keep moving.

Hurry up. Hurry up. We got to get you out of here.

I got to get you out of the fucking side exit.

Oh, Gus! Jesus.

Dov, what are you doing?

Crazy degenerates, those kids.

They beat themselves up, for Christ's sake.

Come on. Right around here.

"Rocky is a pussy"?

Who says that? What, do you got a death wish?

Why didn't you just take a big shit right in the aisle?

I didn't say it.

Well, it doesn't matter, because they think you did.

Okay, you're public enemy number one.

You would be best to get out of here, okay?

Go, go.

There he is.

You were right, Dov. He went out back.

Good luck.

Those meatheads went out the front.

We're safe, but you're in deep shit.

- I didn't say it, guys. - We know.

We know you didn't say it, but they think you did say it.

All right, they want to kill you, Ant.

They are ready to eat your eyes out.

- Oh, goddamn it. - My God.

- Santo's such a dick. - I can't believe this is happening.

- Shit. - What do we do?

Hold on. Just let me think for a second.

All right, look, we go home.

- Right? We go home. - Home.

It's a normal day.

We go home, we let everybody forget about this,

and we let this blow over.

I don't think it will, but maybe.

Let's go. Come on.

No.

I'm not going home, guys.

Anthony Dedea...

they think you just called Rocky Balboa a pussy.

Do you understand the gravity...

I'm going to Sophia's sweet 16.

To tell her happy birthday.

Are you high?

To tell her I love her.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Now, that's the Dov I'm talking about.

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's get out of here before they see us.

- Get 'em done. Do it again. - Hey.

Hour and a half till the guests arrive.

- Looks good. - Room's almost ready.

Looks good. All right, I'm gonna get the grill fired up.

Everybody working. Good.

- Oh, hey, boss. - Yeah.

How was the movie?

It was amazing.

Apollo teaming up with Rocky?

What a story. Ingenious.

And did you see how many punches Rocky threw

in like ten seconds in the final fight?

Incredible.

I got so much energy, I don't know what to do with it.

Me, too. I'm all amped up.

You gonna have some coffee?

I'm gonna go change, listen to some music.

I'll have a cup in a little bit.

Okay.

It was a hell of a movie, wasn't it, Ma?

It really was.

Ant.

We should be there in no time.

You could get her before she hits the dance floor.

What are you looking for, Dov?

I'm looking for any of those crazy-ass Guidos

hell-bent on eating your face.

Look, there's a strong chance we get our asses

beat down tonight, Dov.

Get used to the idea.

If we get our asses beat now,

we'll never get to the party.

Let's get our asses beat after we complete the mission.

Dov's right.

But no one knows we're here and no one sees us.

All right, we're safe.

You're right. You're right.

If you can relax.

Relax? Him?

- No. - Yeah.

Is that Larocca's limo?

Jesus Christ.

- "No one can see us," my ass. - Let's go!

- Is he looking for us, too? - Let's do this!

- We're dead. - Pussies, let's go.

We're gonna get whacked.

- Shut up. Shh. - Come on, Louis.

What are they doing?

I got a hundred in me, boys.

Right, let's do the one-arms. One-arms!

Come on, one-arms, like Rocky!

Let's go. Faster, Louis!

Faster, Louis! Faster!

No one's gonna fucking beat me.

- Huh? - I already did 200, pal.

- Huh? Come on, Louis. - What do you got left, Lou?

Let's go, Louis! Go!

All right, I win.

That's the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

I think Larocca won.

Yeah?

Hey.

I'm trying on some clothes.

Need your opinion.

I'll be right there.

Place looks good.

You're early.

Got to make sure there's no problem.

We don't have any problems here.

You know, everybody got one thing, Vincent.

Your thing?

Your meatball.

You boys want to try?

Mm. Not you, Louis.

Your people wouldn't know the difference

between a good meatball and cat food.

Right, boy?

He knows I'm just busting chops.

You know, Sinatra had Sammy.

I got Louis.

I saw you at the theater today, cugino.

Yeah.

Remember we used to cut class, catch the matinees?

That was a hundred years ago.

Still.

What a movie, huh?

It's like I always tell you...

toughest son of a bitch always wins.

Ah, Frank.

Guy with the biggest heart wins.

Guy who's fighting for the right reasons.

Keep telling yourself that, Vincent.

See where it gets you.

Let's go, you mooks.

How you holding up, man?

You feeling good? You-you pumped?

- You ready to do this? - Yeah.

- Good. - Yeah.

...Rocky una pussy?

I'll give you "Rocky's a pussy."

Ma'am, ma'am, no. No, I didn't...

- Tu. Tu è un pussy. - I didn't say... I didn't...

I didn't say...

- Guys, what do we do? - What can we do? She's 120.

You gonna help her now or something?

Tu è un pussy!

I didn't... I never said it. I didn't say it.

Tu è un pussy!

- Guys, come on. Please. - Un pussy.

- She's really pissed. - Stupid punk. Bastard punk.

Bitch pussy!

- Okay. I understand. Yes. - Pussy! Go.

- I didn't say it. - Go, go, go!

- Go! Go! - It wasn't me. I swear to God.

- Go! - Okay. Okay.

- Pussy! Pussy! - All right. Okay.

- Pussy, pussy, puss... - Stop.

Well, shit. Now what?

Hi, Mr. Larocca.

- I love that dress. - Happy birthday, Sophia.

It's a really nice party.

Look at this guy!

Yo, Sal.

Hey, boss.

That crazy brother of yours, he's...

he's still into all that wacky shit?

Yeah, you know he is. Why you asking?

What do you think?

It makes your butt look...

- Fat? - Flat.

Too flat. Not good.

Why don't you try this on?

Good choice.

Yeah, I like it.

You know...

you're the only one I trust with this stuff.

Maybe you should try it on.

Try it on, baby.

For me.

Why would you say that to me? You...

What's wrong with you? You crazy?

I want to help you, baby.

I want to help you be you.

You want to help me be me?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Mom?

You don't know me.

You don't know anything about me.

You want me to try that on? What the fuck is wrong with you?

I know, Christian. I know.

You're trying to help me? What about you, huh?

You don't even know how to be you.

You're always waiting on Daddy to say yes to shit

that you want, and now you're trying to help me?

- Don't fucking touch me! - Why don't we just...

- just talk about it? - Listen. Listen to me!

Talk about... There's nothing to talk about.

You stop worrying about me.

You start trying to help yourself, Ma.

- There's nothing wrong with me! Do you hear me? - No.

- There's nothing wrong with you. - There's nothing wrong with me!

- Stop it! Get away from me! - I didn't mean any...

- Stop it! Ma, don't touch me! - Just talk to me.

- Ma, you don't know anything about me! - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

Christian?

You know what? Jews weren't built for long treks.

What the hell were you built for, then?

Not this shit.

So, what, this is it?

We're just gonna walk across the entire island?

Yes, we are.

God, do you realize how far the party is, Ant?

I mean, it's-it's miles from here.

And we're exposed now. We're completely exposed now.

- Anybody can see us. - Guys.

- Any Guido gorilla can find us. - Guys, do you hear that?

- What? - Look.

Wow.

There's something weird in the air tonight, guys.

I'm telling you.

Yeah. No shit.

Everybody's going bananas.

Which doesn't bode well for us.

Come on! Way to go, man!

Let's go.

You know, I wonder what kind of music Rocky likes.

Eh, I think Van Halen, maybe.

You think Van Halen

'cause you listen to Van Halen, dipshit.

Yeah, Rocky's more of a Beatles guy anyway.

Sometimes Dean Martin.

But he could like Van Halen. That's a possibility.

You guys ever think that it might be gay

how much we like Rocky?

All right.

Here's some goodies my crazy brother recommended.

- You can pay him next week. - All right, just leave 'em here.

Why do you need all this?

I mean, do you have any idea how powerful this shit is?

It's none of your business. That's why. Now, go.

All right.

Yeah. Three people.

Yeah, we're at 125 Higgins Boulevard,

at Piera's Pizza.

Okay.

Great. Thanks.

We'll be waiting.

And?

Car service in 20 minutes.

- We had just enough money. - Oh... yes!

We'll still make the party on time.

- Oh, God. - Hey, in the meantime,

do you want to get some food?

- We don't have any money. - What?

We're using all we have.

Sal. Come over here.

What's up, boss?

This goes to Larocca and his goons only.

Not his family, not the kids.

No kids.

Boss, you didn't put that shit in here, did you?

Larocca only and his goons.

- You got it? - I got it.

- Stay and make sure. - All right.

Beautiful night, right?

We got to be on lookout, man.

This-this ain't over yet.

- Now, this is interesting. - Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

Oh! Tall Sal!

Oh!

Oh, my God, so cool.

You love it?

Oh, my God.

I feel like a perv, but when they jump,

I can see their bloomers.

Okay, don't say "bloomers," though, 'cause it ruins it,

but are they looking at us?

I feel like they're looking at us and almost,

I don't know, like, flirting or something.

Guys, girls like this don't flirt with guys like us.

Oh, come on. You never know.

I mean, they may be drunk or-or high.

Look, don't shit on this, Dedea, please.

Hey, guys.

What are youse doing over there?

Uh, nothing.

You know, just, uh... just hanging.

Hey, you guys see Rocky tonight?

- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.

- Did you guys see it, too? - Yeah.

- It was amazing, wasn't it? - Yeah. Yeah.

It's got us so psyched up.

Hey, why don't you guys come inside with us, get some beers?

- Yeah. We know the bouncer. - Yeah, we know everyone inside.

Come on.

One second.

- Is what's happening really happening? - I don't know.

If we go inside, we'll miss the car service.

No, we won't.

He said 20 minutes, which really means 30.

Listen.

Rocky is not only getting us into our first bar

but he might also get us laid if the night goes right, no?

Oh, God, thank you, Rocko. Thank you.

- Respect the film. - Respect the film.

- Respect the film. - So, what's it gonna be?

- Come on. - Come on, let's have a little fun.

Come on, don't be scared.

- Cross the street. - Let's go, boys, now.

Smart boys.

There you go! Come across!

- Oh, my God, you guys are cute. - I'll buy you a drink.

- Wow. - My goodness.

Oh, ladies, these aren't boys. They're men.

Come in.

I remember that Christmas.

I, uh, didn't get the...

Stretch Armstrong action figure.

- Yeah. - You were so mad at us.

They were sold out everywhere.

How long have you known?

I don't know.

Long time.

You?

Forever.

Dad?

No.

No.

I don't know what I want, but...

I definitely don't want to be an electrician.

You're not disappointed?

Freaked?

Upset?

Something?

I was...

shocked at first.

I, uh...

hoped it might go away.

I hid from it for years.

I was a coward.

Hated myself.

- I still do sometimes. I'm... - Mom.

...confused.

I was confused.

But all I know is I just want you to be happy.

That's all.

Happy.

Come here.

I'm sorry about what I said before.

Don't be. Don't be. It's okay.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Is this not the greatest night of all time, or what?

What are you looking at?

Something's not right.

We shouldn't be here, Dov.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would they let us in?

We're too young. Something's off.

No, no.

Something is not off.

Something is on... like, way on.

Guys, look who's here.

Shit.

No, no. No, no, no, it-it's all right.

He wasn't even at our screening.

But what if he heard something from someone?

He didn't. Relax.

We got to go now.

Be cool. Be cool.

I just want to take you home.

Yeah.

- Yes, ma'am. - Hey.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah? Really glad we met you guys.

Yeah.

Ever had whiskey before?

- Uh, no, no. - Why don't you try it?

What are you, party pooper? Come on.

No, no, I just...

We got to be somewhere. That's all.

Where you got to be?

Uh, we're going to a party.

Party's right here.

Come on.

Yo, anybody call a car service here?

There's a guy across the street. He's just laying on his horn.

- Guys, that's us. Let's go. - No. No.

- Sorry. We got somewhere to be. - Shut up.

- Shut up. - We got to go.

- Please, guys, don't go. - Shut up.

- No, no, no, no. - Don't leave, guys. We'll get you a ride.

- They'll get us a ride. - We really have to go.

- We've got somewhere to be. - Hey, relax.

We'll get to the party. We're fine.

Guys, Teddy's on the move. Look.

We got to go now. Let's go. Come on.

Hey, Teddy.

I never thanked you for the homework last year, kid.

Yeah.

The homework. Yeah.

Yeah, no problem, Teddy. You're welcome.

See? You see that?

He's fine. Right? We're in no trouble.

Now, let's discuss the rest of this evening calmly.

All right? I'm sure we can figure something out.

Look, we got enough time to get to the party.

We're not gonna be late.

- We got 'em! - Huh? - What?

- What? - Right here! Here, Gus!

- Guys? - Shit, they found us.

- Gus is here. They found us! - We got 'em!

- Go! - Guys, run!

- Run! - We got 'em, Gus!

It's them, the Rocky-mocking bastards!

Get 'em!

- Teddy Wong! You're next! - Let's go! Let's go!

You ready?

I don't know.

I'm afraid.

No one's seen me like this.

No one but me.

Let me see you.

Just me.

Okay.

Let's get this straight.

Did I put it on right?

Too much?

No. No.

You look beautiful.

You do.

How do you feel?

Like me.

Yeah?

I'm sorry, Christian.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

No.

Ma, please.

- I should've been there for you. - No.

It's okay.

Promise.

Let me look at you.

You look amazing.

Okay, hold on.

What do you think?

Are you crazy?

- How bad is it? - It ain't good.

What did you do, boss?

Have my milk!

It's sweet.

Take my sweet, sweet milk.

My sweet honey water!

Mama's milk!

Take my sweet milk!

Holy shit.

Who wants Mama's milk?

It's sweet.

It's like honey water.

I got stars, I got shells. I'm a happy boy.

This right here, this is one for the ages.

Jesus Christ.

I want French toast.

And the unicorn, maybe it can come

and lay with me, Mommy, please.

Why would you do this?

I see your soul, Frankie.

Frankie, I see your soul.

- All right, all right. - You're beautiful, Frankie.

I'm understanding the nature of love

for the first time.

- It's for you. - What?

Everything is for you, Frankie!

All right, hey, take it easy.

I love you, Frankie!

- Hey, take it easy, okay? - Yeah.

All right, it's fine. Take it easy.

- Fuck. - My milk.

What the fuck is going on?

Sugar water.

Who took my toys?!

We got tails.

I got a tail.

We both got tails!

I fucking killed ten people.

Take my milk!

My sugar water!

Take Mama's milk!

Take my milk!

Unit 27, be on the lookout

for a priest gone wild.

He's riding on a skateboard with Christmas lights all over him.

What the hell's going on tonight?

Everyone's going nuts.

Mm. I don't know, kid.

But the island's on fire.

- I like that. - Yeah.

- "The island's on fire." - Yeah.

Nice.

You guys okay?

No.

I'm not.

And I'm really disappointed we got played by those girls.

Albie, you okay?

I think I got the bubble guts.

It's all that alcohol, bro.

- I think I'm gonna throw up. - Hey, hey, hey.

- Not in my car. - No, sir.

It's almost over, all right?

These nice officers are gonna take us to the party,

and-and I'm gonna do what I have to do.

- Yeah, yeah. - And then we'll go home.

Car 42, we have a 316 with trips.

Are you 511?

Ride-along, under 18.

- Yes, 511. - What's "316" mean?

Are we talking about the movie R3?

That's affirm. Party attire.

- What's wrong? - What's happening?

- They're looking at us. - They saw Rocky.

I mean, the mustachioed one looks especially menacing.

Get out.

Out! Get out.

- Wait, wait, wait. - What's going on, Officers? Why?

- We don't like your kind. Out now. - Get out.

- I don't... - I think we should get out.

- Get out! - Okay. - Why are we getting out of the car?

- Come on, out. - All right. Getting out.

Move. Put your hands down, goofball.

See you round, shitheads.

Wait, y-you can't just leave us here.

I mean, we're 16. This has got to be illegal or something.

Shitheads, shitting on positive shit.

I wish we could arrest you for this offense, but we can't.

A-Arrest? What? What did we do?

4:30 show?

Word gets around.

I mean, who says shit like that?

It's like calling Dirty Harry a pussy.

George Bailey from It's a Wonderful Life a pussy.

Shaft a pussy, or Bond... James Bond... pussies.

Magnificent Seven, all seven of them, seven pussies.

Dirty Dozen, 12 pussies.

- Scarlett O'Hara, a female pussy. - Okay, okay.

All right, we get it, Officers.

But he didn't say the "pussy" word. He didn't say it.

- It's disrespectful. - These are characters...

heroes who inspire us to be courageous, honest,

just, true.

They and their righteous actions push us to be better.

To-to fight our fears, rise above

and make our shitty selves a little less shitty.

I didn't do it. I didn't say it.

Find your own way, little shits.

Time to learn a lesson.

Have a nice walk.

So, what are we gonna do now?

Are they leaving right now?

Are you freaking kidding me?

This can't be happening.

What the hell is going on tonight?

I-I know where we are. If-if we double-time it,

we can still make it before the party ends.

No.

No, Ant.

Look, we're done.

That's enough. It's-it's-it's over, man.

- What? - I mean, this is... this is way too much now.

Way out of our league.

No.

No?

- No what? - I can't.

I can't stop. No. If I stop now, that's it.

I'll stop for the rest of my life.

Calm down, man. Don't go crazy.

It's just a girl.

She's not just a girl, and this isn't just about that.

Don't you see it?

We never think we're good enough.

We're always getting pushed around,

and we never do anything about it.

Do you know why?

No. No, I don't know why.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Anthony.

Because we're afraid.

We wore our damn shirts that day because we were afraid.

Afraid of what people would think,

what-what they'd say.

We're always afraid.

O-Of something.

Someone.

I don't want to be afraid anymore.

I don't want to be like my dad.

See you guys tomorrow.

Ant. Where you going?

Ant! Ant!

Just let him go.

I didn't even know they had places like this on the island.

- You ready? - No.

Not at all.

I feel ugly.

Ridiculous. I look bad.

This isn't right. I-I shouldn't have worn black.

Ma, I should've worn green.

I mean, I'm not ready.

- I don't know if I can do this. - Relax.

You need to get out.

You need to be with people like you.

People like me? Wh-What does that mean?

I don't even know who I am.

Well, it's time to find out, baby.

Hey.

Hey, it's you! You came.

Ma, Ma, how do I look?

Gorgeous.

Hey, you.

Hey.

Look, I am so glad you're here.

Tonight's gonna be a great night.

Everybody's psyched up from that movie.

What'd you think?

- Wasn't it amazing? - Yeah.

Tonight, I feel like I can do anything.

Hey, yo, anything!

- Who do you got with you there? - Oh, uh...

I'm his mother. And you are?

I'm Rafe, your annoying mailman.

How are you, Ma?

- This is Jocko and Paulie. - Hey.

We're the Gay Guinea Guidos, Triple G's!

Look, there's not too many of us here on the island,

but, uh, we're here,

we're real, and we're sexy as hell.

Now, come on. Join us.

Hey.

You look real good.

Thanks.

You, too.

No turning back now, kiddo.

You can do this.

Have fun.

Don't worry.

We'll take good care of him, Ma.

Come on.

Bye, sweetie.

This is it, Ant.

Last round.

Go for it.

Hey!

Are you okay?

Cut the shit.

You poisoned the meatballs, you son of a bitch bastard.

Calm down, all right? Calm down.

I don't know what happened.

I-I'm firing half my-my kitchen staff up there.

Just thank God nothing happened with you and the kids.

And you're very lucky about that.

You know, I'd have much more respect for you

if you just admitted it.

You know, you wanted a little payback

because I wouldn't save your sorry ass again.

Okay.

Okay. I did it, all right?

And it felt good.

Good for you. You embarrassed me.

You got your big moment in the sun. Know this.

If you and me didn't have history,

you'd disappear tonight.

Get back to work,

and do your menial fucking job,

old friend.

Hey, Frank.

Frank.

You and I both know why you're shutting this place down.

You're still pissed off,

all these years...

...she picked me.

I bet she regrets that decision

every single day of her miserable fucking life.

You're lucky we're not in high school anymore.

- Oh, yeah? - You got those mamaluke soldiers upstairs,

'cause I swear to God,

I-I would kick the shit out of you, Larocca.

Mr. Tough Guy, huh?

- Yeah. - All right, fine.

Me and you.

Let's go back to high school, Dedea, huh?

What am I doing here?

Look ridiculous.

And now, the 16th and final candle,

which represents love, honor and devotion.

Thanks, Steve.

My 16th candle will be lit by my, um...

...by Santo Saggesi.

And now, the spotlight dance.

He's here.

Hey, Ant.

Ant.

Look, uh, you were right.

We're... we're assholes, so...

You okay, Ant?

We're sorry.

All right, you... you ready to go in?

Ready for this? I mean, that's-that's why we're here.

You were right, Dov.

We're out of our league.

Life ain't a movie.

I should've never came here.

Let's just go home.

We'll take the back exit. I don't want to see anyone.

Ant.

Are you sure, man, that you want to go?

I mean, she's right there, bro. We can do this.

I'm sorry, Ant.

Sure you want to do this, Vincent?

Uh, you were never the fighting type.

She picked me, Frank.

Deal with it.

- Fuck you, Vincent. - She picked me.

Fuck you.

She picked me.

Yeah.

Well, when I get through with you,

she's gonna realize she picked a bum.

You just gonna keep talking, or are you gonna do something?

Yeah, yeah. What about that, huh?

Oh! Huh?

Why you got a big fucking mouth, huh?

How's that?

- Great. Let's go, huh? - Huh? How's that?

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Come on, huh? Hey!

Huh? Let's go. Let's go!

Get up. Get up!

We're here.

- What's that? - Huh?

Right here. Right here. Let's go!

Wait, wait, wait.

That's all you got for me, Vincent?

Come on, get up!

Come on, right here.

Whoa. He's kicking ass.

Oh, look, it's your mom. It's your mom.

Ma.

Mom, come here.

Mom, come over here. Ma, come on.

No.

- Come on, Ma, let's go. - No. No way.

Come on.

You bit my ear! Aah!

You psycho...

Hey, no kicking!

- Come on! - Come on! You come on!

Come on.

Come on!

Dad.

Are you okay?

I'm okay, son.

I got this handled.

Boys, take him home.

Take him home!

Holy shit, man.

Your dad's a badass. Who knew?

I think we should get out of here, guys.

Yeah, you're right.

Hold on, guys. Wait.

Wait for what? What are you talking about?

Who are these freaks?

Have you seen these kids before?

It's not all my fault.

I tried to do my best.

Will you look at me?

Can you please just talk to me, all right?

You know what?

- No. - Come on. Come on.

Santo. Santo!

Don't you dare.

Nice. Nice.

Yeah. Jews were built to kick ass.

Oh!

Assholes.

Oh, shit, guys.

- Goddamn it. - Anthony,

Dov and Albie.

You little bastards are in some deep shit.

Wait, wait.

Hey, guys, take 'em outside.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Leave them alone, Gus.

Anthony didn't do it.

He didn't say it.

What are you talking about?

It was him.

That's bullshit.

Santo called Rocky a pussy.

- Come on, she's lying! - Shut up, Santo.

All right.

How do you know he said it, Sophia?

He told me he did it.

He bragged about it.

Saying he blamed it on Anthony.

You hear that?

Santo Saggesi called Rocky Balboa,

the hero of our generation, a pussy.

He's the one you're looking for.

Not Anthony.

Let them go.

- Take that punk outside. - No.

No, no, no. Come on, come on, come on.

It's not worth it. It's not worth it.

Gus! Gus, you don't got to do that.

- Bye-bye, Santo. - Come on, he's lying!

Enjoy your beating, little bastard.

He's lying, I'm telling you!

- Gus! Gus, hang on! - Later, pussy.

You're very lucky, kid.

I know.

Why don't youse have a shirt on?

Long story.

Well, maybe you can tell me one day.

- Yeah. - Take it easy, kid.

Go get her, man.

Tony.

Happy birthday, Soph.

Thanks.

I love you.

I love you, too.

You want to dance?

Yeah, I do.

You ready to give up?

Enough.

I'm okay, Louis.

I'm okay. You can lower the gun.

- It's okay. - No, please.

Get out of here, Mr. Dedea.

Wha...

Get that gun off me, boy.

Oh, see, that's gonna be the last time you call me "boy."

I said get out of here.

Wait. Don't.

Don't worry. I ain't gonna kill him.

I ain't even really gonna hurt him.

But I am gonna make him do the dance.

Apollo, motherfucker.

Apollo Creed.

What the hell is that?

- What was that? - You hear that?

Oh, my God.

Move!

- Are those gunshots? - We got to get out of here!

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. - What the hell is going on?

- I don't know. - Was that outside?

Let's go!

Get out of the way. Move!

Stay safe, Tony.

Come on.

- Let's go outside. - Boys!

Come on. Come, come. Come on! Come on, move.

This way. This way. Go, go, go, go!

- Go, go! - Move!

Hey, Ma.

What do you think of Rafe's wig?

Who's it remind you of?

Jessica Lange.

Exactly.

Okay.

Hey, uh, you mind if she tries it on?

- Yeah. Sure. - No.

- No, don't take it off. - No, no, no.

Not a problem.

I'd love to see you as a blonde, Ma.

Oh, no. Okay.

- Oh, shit. - What?

Your dad. I have to pick up your dad up at the hall.

Okay, I'll drop youse both off,

and then I'll take the car and get him.

You know...

we'll drop off Rafe,

and I'm gonna come with you to get Dad.

Shots fired at Dedea Hall.

Perimeter search complete.

No injuries reported.

What happened, Pop?

Don't you have to go talk to those cops?

Nah.

It's not our problem anymore, son.

It's Larocca's problem now.

So, uh, they got a car,

and they're gonna give us a ride.

- That cool, Ant? - Yeah.

Thanks, guys.

For everything.

No, thank-thank you, man.

Respect the film.

- Respect the film. - Respect the film.

You all right, pal?

I'm okay.

I'm sorry, Pop.

It's your mother.

- You gonna go first? - Yeah.

- Give me a second, okay? - Okay.

What... Your face.

- I know. I know. - Jesus, Vincent.

- What happened? Your face. - I'm all right. I'm all right.

- Are you okay? - I'm all right. Everything's okay.

- Look, everything's okay. We're okay. - Oh, my God.

- Tell her we're okay. - What happened? - It's all right.

Everything is okay.

Why is he dressed like that?

Why is he dressed like that?

Huh?

He just wants to talk to you.

Why is he dressed like that?

Why don't you speak to him?

It's okay.

What is this, Halloween, Christian?

What the hell are you doing?

Hey, not now. Just leave him alone.

Listen, I, uh...

I want to talk with you.

All right, yeah, fine. You want to talk to me?

That's fine, but... take that off.

You look ridiculous.

I'm not gonna take it off.

I just want to talk to you for a second.

I don't understand, Ma. What's Christian doing?

- Anthony... - Shush! Shush, shush.

All right, I'll listen to you.

Go take the dress off. The joke's over.

- It's very funny. Ha-ha-ha. - It's not a joke.

What?

It's really not a joke.

Go take the dress off, Christian.

You're embarrassing me.

Why don't you just, uh, hear me out for a second, okay?

Christian, take the dress off.

- Listen to your son. - Shh.

- Listen to me, okay? - Vincent, please just list...

- Stop. Stop. Stop. - Listen to me.

I don't want to be an electrician.

I don't give a shit what you want to be.

- Go take the dress off. - I don't want to be

- an electrician, Pa. - Christian, take it off.

- Take it off! I'm your father. - Pa, I love you.

- Take it off. - I know what I want,

- but I don't want that, okay? - Take it off!

No. I don't know who I am. I don't know what this is.

- You don't know who you are? - But you got to give me a shot

- to find out, Pop. - I'll tell you who you are.

You got to give me a chance to find out, okay?

'Cause I love you and I want you to love me.

I want you to respect me the way I respect you, okay?

What are you? What are you? Are you telling me you're a fag?

- Oh, you shut up, Vincent. - Are you a fag?

- Please don't say that. - You're sick. 'Cause I'll help you, son.

- Don't talk to me like that. - You're my son.

Please don't talk to me like that, okay?

What are you telling me? What are you telling me?

- Please don't say that to me. - What are you telling me?

I need your help, Pa. I'm your son, okay?

- You're sick. - You're supposed to love me!

- You're my... - Take it off. - Listen to him.

- Go take it off. - Pop! - You're not listening.

- Go take it off. Go take it off. - I'm not taking it...

- Go take the dress off! - No! Don't touch me, Pop!

- Take it off! - I ain't taking it off!

Don't touch him! Hey!

- Take it off! - Hey!

- I said take it off! - Please! Hands off him!

- Take it off! - He's not taking it off!

- I'm not taking it off! - Hey! - Don't touch him!

- Take that shit off! - No.

- He's not taking it off. - Take it off!

- He's taking it off. - Get used to it.

- Get used to it? - He's not tak...

What are you, stunad? I'm gonna get used to

- my son in a dress? Take it off. - Yes, you will.

- Yes. Yes. Yes. - No, I won't.

- Yes. Yes. - No. Never. No! No!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes!

- No! - Yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Ever since you got this goddamn place, everything's "no."

"No" this, "no" that.

"No, I don't have time." "No, that's stupid."

No more fucking noes.

Your son is gonna be who he is.

Do you understand?

Things are gonna change, Vincent.

I'm gonna go blonde.

Maybe even red.

And we're gonna do shit.

Dance, smoke weed,

maybe take up fucking table tennis

or fly-fishing. Who knows?

But we're going to do it.

And you're gonna say yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Because the man I picked 25 years ago said yes.

Yes.

Always yes.

Vincent.

Okay, Marie.

You're right.

Okay?

You're right.

Guys?

I have a crazy idea.

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