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I work in a high-class joint now. And I get paid by the pound.

My Peggy, she's worth every penny of it too, my red-hot mama.

Come on, come on.

You fuck.

Timber!

You've seen your old pals, now I want you to meet some new ones. Come on.

- Peggeleh, I'll see you later. - You gonna lay here all night or what?

Cockeye wanted to play with the band. I'm serious.

Come on.

- Aren't you going to say hello? - Hello.

- Your brother's a real friend. - He's a romantic.

- Max tell you I was getting out today? - Max? No.

- You remembered yourself? - No, Moe. It's always Moe.

Yeah.

You mean you weren't counting the days?

Of course I was. 4344, 4343.

I lost track at 3000.

- That wasn't my choice. - Yes, it was. It still is.

Well, anyway, did you come here to welcome me back at least?

I still live here. I was on my way out. Moe said I should at least say hello.

I hope Moe didn't have to bend your arm or anything like that.

No.

Welcome back, Noodles.

Hey, Noodles.

You dancing?

Every night at the Palace Theater.

I've made some progress since I danced here among the brooms 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 was a good movie.

- Hey, 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, Noodles, how are you? - I'm all right.

It's very nice to meet you. But you don't have to call me Mr. Monaldi like he says.

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 all the way from Detroit to ask me to do him a favor.

And I wanna do it for him.

I don't have to tell you who Joe is, how far he got, or how far he's gonna get.

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

Frankie, 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 don't you have the kids from Detroit do it?

Excuse me, Noodles. What he means is that it's something that's very simple...

but for now, he needs kids from outside to handle it.

He just found out they're gonna move 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, um, the pussy being insured. What is it?

Tell these guys how you stumbled on this whole thing with the jewels...

- Oh. Come on. - Tell them the story.

The pussy insurance. The insurance pussies. What is it? 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.

This kid 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 pretty 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 that should be, 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, he says, "Oh, I don't know if the actuality gauges govern this...

but we can make a policy.

But you gotta guarantee you're in good health now."

"Oh, that's simple. Look, leave her with me. Come back and see if it stands up.

If it stands up, then you know I'm in good health to begin with."

The jerk leaves her. I screw her.

Not only that, she likes it.

And she tells me, she blabs when her boss, the jeweler...

is shipping stones to Holland...

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

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, huh?

- Open it. - No.

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

- Don't hurt him! - Get this cunt out of here.

You animal! You asshole!

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

- Hit me. - What, are you crazy?

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

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

- Come on, 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.

No. Don't.

Don't. No!

No! You dirty bastards! You're--

Bastards!

Try the secret compartment.

Attaboy.

Thanks.

- Wow. Nice matzo balls. - Huh?

Those are beautiful. Look at that. Hm?

Okay, better wrap them up.

We're going. You coming?

Coming.

- Morning. - You get the stones?

Oh... Pay him.

- Any problem? - No trouble. Kid stuff.

You okay?

- How come you didn't tell me? - Being inside can change you.

I'd already made the deal with Frankie to get rid of Joe.

With Frankie Monaldi, you don't say "yes," then "no."

Couldn't take the chance you'd change your mind.

You're right. I would have said no.

Frankie Monaldi is as big as they come.

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

If we're not careful, he'll 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 ask us to get rid of Joe. Tomorrow they ask me to get rid of you.

Is that okay with you? Because it's not okay with me.

All right.

Let's just forget about it.

Wanna go for a swim?

Yeah, let's go for a swim.

All right, what are you doing?

Hey, Noodles. Don't fuck around, Noodles.

- What are you doing? - Hey!

Are you crazy?

Shit.

That asshole! I 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 come to be 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 longtime 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 just a month ago.

Do you think there's a connection...?

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

The only remaining witness is the man who...

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

- I'm curious. - What does the secretary think?

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 against my organization.

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

In my entire life, I've fought to keep the American labor movement clean...

Him, I know.

-- forced speculation, criminal elements...

or corrupt politicians. If any mistakes have been made...

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? Hm?

Inflammatory words from a union boss?

You still aren't gonna 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 just 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, huh, chickenhead?

Union boy over here for Mr. Boss Man.

Well, look who's here. Ha-ha.

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 really gonna piss you off there, Mac.

I think it's those dirty, 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.

Youse 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.

And bastards like him are immune.

That's the difference between us and them!

Take it easy.

The difference is that they're always gonna win...

and you're gonna keep getting it up the ass.

Sooner than you think.

Chief Aiello, moving policemen into the factory came as a surprise to everyone:

The press, the unions, especially the strikers.

Well, 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 the people.

Was there any violence by the strikers to justify--?

My motto is: "Prevention, not repression."

But you let scabs move in and start working.

Young lady, you wanna talk to me, call them "unemployed workers."

With your permission, I'll take these flowers to my missus 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 wanna find out how serious?

But since this is my first boy after four girls...

I'll declare amnesty.

Behave yourself.

Go.

Thank you.

He's eating?

- For five. - For five? Well, why not?

You could feed an army with these two milk plants.

We could open up a dairy.

Oh, hey.

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? Uh-huh.

Come in.

- Oh, here he is now. - That's my son.

That's my son. Oh, oh.

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 at that, the same devilish pride, huh?

Hey. Hey, hey.

Did you see his dickey?

- Vincent. - What?

- The girls. - The girls!

Sooner or later you have to learn that after me, the boss in the house is him.

He's got balls just like his papa.

- Whoa! Hey! - Let me have him.

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

I'll do this, huh? Yeah.

Look. Hey, hey.

Let Papa change you, huh?

Come on, look. Give me your little-bitty smile.

Come on, come on, come on.

What the fuck is this?

- What is this? Huh? What's that? - No! No! 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 goddamn building!

Hello! Hello.

Would you shut up?

No, hey, no. Wait, wait. I'm not talking to you.

Well, who's this?

Never mind-- To who am I talking?

Who the hell are you? My son, where is he?

Where the hell do you think he is? He's in the maternity ward. He never left.

He just got a little restless so he wanted to change his bed.

And the other kids got the same idea so they also wanted to change their beds.

So there 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 are you saying?

- Huh? - You can't find my son!

Oh, no, no, no.

Luckily we were there to see that everything was under control.

If you want, we can put everything back where it was.

Except there's one problem.

- You gotta meet us halfway. - Halfway. Tell me!

What do you give a fuck about who wins the strike?

That's got nothing to do with me! What did I do?

What did you do? First of all, you let the scabs in.

Second of all, you got the cops in there protecting them.

- That's my right. I'm a cop! - All right, shut the fuck up.

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.

Do that, we'll give you your kid's new number.

You don't do that, look for your kid yourself, and good luck.

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

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

You know, Aiello, for a rotten, rat-bastard son of a bitch...

you're not as stupid as I thought.

- We'll be in touch. - When will you call?

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

- Bye. - I gotta know--

- So? - We got a deal.

- To a very smooth talker. - Yeah.

- Mazel. - At least.

- Peggeleh. - Noodles.

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 with that jacket.

What a yutz.

- Oh, Pat. - Wait a minute, listen.

Listen, Noodles, Noodles, wait. I remember.

The boys' numbers was odd-- Was even, and the girls' numbers was odd.

- That's very simple. - You took good stock.

Hey, know what? Let's give him an even number.

Uh, eight. Let's pick an eight.

Eight.

Yeah, it's a good number.

Wait a minute. What about the other little pischers? [boys/ kid's penis]

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, Peggy, I'm gonna take mine out in trade.

Oh, you're such a nudge.

Hey, 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? - Okay, fine, Max.

- What do you got? - Over there.

Well, what--?

Holy shit! Noodles, Noodles! Come here, come here.

Look.

The blond by the piano.

- Yeah, who's that? Yeah. - Who's that?

You and this broad were practically engaged.

Beat me. Ooh, beat me. Ooh, I love it. Ha-ha.

- Who was it? The Detroit cock-squasher? - Yeah.

- Peggy. - That's not her, she looks different.

You know that platinum blond in the flower dress? 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, you know what I mean?

Carol.

Carol!

Noodles, pfft, come here.

- Somebody here wants to see you. - Who?

You know these guys?

No.

I don't think so.

No. Ha-ha.

No. I'd remember a bunch of good-lookers like these.

Oh, well, how could I forget?

There was, uh...

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.

"Hanging out"?

Charmed.

You can call me Carol.

Okay?

We've already met.

Pleasure.

The pleasure...

is all mine.

So you left Detroit, huh?

No, her and her husband just come in on the weekends.

Yeah, it beats the seashore.

Well, she takes on maybe 10 guys and her hubby watches through the peephole.

Beats the hell out of the movies.

I wonder what that jerk is up to in his cubbyhole now.

He must be wondering, where is his fucking wife?

Why don't we make it a threesome, huh?

Can't you see he's got other plans for tonight?

Well, bring her along. We'll make it a foursome.

I'm not that kind of guy.

Besides, 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 that run around Germany...

burning down all those Jewish stores.

These lunatics burned our home, sir, 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 Jews, sir, 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?

Well, 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're 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 so 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.

Oh, I'll have the asperges sauce vinaigrette and then a Chateaubriand.

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 all them "parlez-vous français" dishes?

Who's teaching you that stuff?

You mean a sugar daddy who tries to teach me how to act?

I read books. I learn everything.

I want to know everything. Doesn't it make sense to have plans?

Yeah, it does.

What about me? Am I in 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 you'd 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 are both alike, that's why you hate each other so much.

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 had to out yourself off from the world.

Just not think about it. You had to, uh...

You know, years that went by, it seemed like...

no time at all, because you're not doing anything.

But there were two things I couldn't get out of my mind. One was Dominic.

The way he said "I slipped" just before he died.

The other was you.

How you used to read me your Song of Songs, remember?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter.

I used to read the Bible every night. Every night I used to think about you.

Your navel is a bowl, well-rounded with no lack of wine.

Your belly, a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.

Your breasts...

clusters of grapes.

Your breath, sweet-scented as apples.

Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.

There were times I couldn't stand it anymore. 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 to go to Hollywood.

I wanted to see you tonight to tell you.

No.

No! I--

No! No.

No. Please, no. No, please. No!

No! Oh, no! No, please!

No, no! Please, no, no. No.

No!

Deborah. Deborah.

Get away! Get away!

I'll be right back.

Take her home.

Take her home.

Hi.

Hi.

You alone?

No, I'm with you. I hope.

Wanna dance?

No, I'm not up to that.

You know what I want?

I wanna get laid.

That you're up to?

Do you drink like this every night...

or is this just a bad night?

Who are you?

- Mr. Rockefeller? - No.No.

Why, how much did I give you?

- Fifty. - Fifty?

- What's your name? - Eve.

I'll call you Deborah.

I've done more complicated things for less.

Deborah.

- Do you love me? - Yes.

You're so beautiful.

Heh. Thanks.

Your feet are so beautiful in sandals.

Prince's daughter...

Deborah...

Deborah.

Now I'm gonna fuck you.

Take your time.

All aboard!

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.