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Want me to kick her ass out
or what?

You want me to kick... Get the fuck
out! Get the fuck out! Get out!

Gonna tell me I don't have
a way with women?

- This is Jimmy.
- Who's this, Max?

No, it's Noodles.

Okay, listen.
We're gonna need you guys today.

I'm gonna be making a tough speech,
and I think you...

Go, go!

Start the engine.
I'll be right with you.

Mr. Gallagher wants you to know
he appreciates what you did.

To show his appreciation...

Here's an envelope
for the both of you.

If we got to complete the job,
I'll let you know.

Wiped out by a blast
of Cordon Rouge.

What would Crowning
and his bosses say after that?

Never be afraid of you, then,
would they?

They're still not afraid of me.
It was you boys that scared them off.

And you didn't want these guys.
Aren't you're lucky you got party leaders

like myself who care
about the union?

The strike is settled. We won.
That's what counts. Am I right, Jim?

It was tough for Jimmy not to be
there to sign the contract.

No.

What's tough is,
you did more in a night

than I could in two years
of talking.

- Forget it.
- To the hottest newcomer

- in American unions.
- There you go.

- Jimmy Conway.
- Now you're talking.

Roll out the barrel.

- And god bless.
- Drink up. Suck it right down.

You must be crazy giving
him drinks. We're going to operate.

What's the rush?

They already told me I'd be a gimp
for the rest of my life.

Don't worry, Jimmy, with one leg a little
shy, you're gonna take giant steps.

Yeah. And always one step
right behind you, Sharkey?

Make sure they work
on the right leg, Jim.

It's only blood.

You boys got yourself a real martyr
for a friend. Make it work for you.

Yeah, but what the hell are we
gonna do with a martyr?

Times change. Prohibition ain't gonna
last much longer. Take it from me,

a lot of you
will be out of work.

Go on, Mr. Sharkey.
We're interested.

You ever think of setting
yourselves up in business?

All those trucks they
using to haul liquor,

soon be selling them for nothing.

I'm talking about hundreds of vehicles,
controlled by a national organization.

And supported by a powerful union
headed by Jimmy Conway.

Whatever you ask,
there's no way he can turn you down.

You got to be kidding, Sharkey.

Jimmy "Clean Hands"
in business with us?

They won't be clean for long
with the hands he's gonna shake.

Everything in good time.

We're not interested. - What is the
matter here, Noodles, you got a problem?

We got plenty of money tucked away.
Why not invest it? What is the fucking problem?

I'll put the party behind you.
And I got friends in high places.

I'm not interested in your friends in
high places, and I don't trust politicians.

That's probably because you still think
like some schmuck from the streets.

If we'd listened to you, we'd still
be rolling drunks for living.

- You broke?
- Don't bust my balls, Noodles.

I am talking about real money.

This is real money to me. It's a lot
of money. You want any of it?

You carry that stink of the streets
for the rest of your life.

I like the stink of the streets.
It makes me feel good.

I like to smell it.
It opens up my lungs.

And it gives me a hard-on.

You're carrying dead weight, Maxie.

One of these days you're
gonna have to dump it.

Maxie, let me know when
you're gonna dump me.

Meanwhile, I'll take a vacation in
Florida. I got a yen for the seashore.

Listen, I was
thinking it over and...

I guess I kind of got a yen
for the seashore myself.

You want to go swimming?

Yeah. Yeah, let's go for a swim.

Read all about it!

Read all about it!

Hey, Maxie.

Max.

How much money we got put away?

Why?

Because we're unemployed.

About a million bucks.

- Oh, yeah? Where'd you put it?
- In my underwear.

I'd have found it there.

We got to reorganize, Max.
And I got a couple of good ideas.

Me too.

If I had a million bucks,
I'd take it easy.

We'll take it easy when we got 20.

- Fifty.
- Where you gonna get that?

Right here.

What's that?

It's a dream.

A dream I've been
dreaming all my life.

Swear to god, Noodles, you and me
together, we can make it come true.

What is it?

The Federal Reserve Bank.

It's the biggest step
we can take, Noodles.

You're really crazy.

Don't you ever say that to me.
Don't you ever say that to me again!

What chance is there that a crazy
thing like this might succeed?

Don't ask me, ask Max.

You know as well as I do
that this is suicide,

pure and simple, for everyone.

Yeah, well, don't tell me, tell him.
You got your own methods.

I tried.

He doesn't want to screw anymore.

All he thinks about is this job.

Tear gas, hostages,
now he's gonna do this.

He's gonna do it
with or without you.

Noodles, we've never liked
each other.

We put up with each other for Max's sake.
So why don't we get together once

and do something for him.

And after that...

we can go back to being enemies.

You know,
if you were all in jail first,

there wouldn't be any bank job.

I got the idea from your friend Max.

What do you mean?

He laughs at you.
He makes fun of you.

He says Eve has got you
by the balls.

Every time you walk past this place,
you shit in your pants.

You'd do anything for
the cops to pick you up,

so you wouldn't have to
do this job. Is that true?

Well, then do it.

Do it. Put him in jail.
Put him in jail. Not long.

Just long enough so he can
get the idea out of his mind.

If you can't stand being away
from him, put yourself there too.

Better off than being dead.

You know what to do.

And if you don't, I will.

Get out!

Take a cab. I'm busy.
I got things to do. Get out.

Noodles.

Make up your mind fast.

What's the matter?

Aren't you having a good time?

Why are you going out tonight?

Why bother now that prohibition
is almost over?

Everybody's selling. We got some friends
who have a lot of booze they want to get rid of.

Practically nothing.
So we figured, why not.

I'm gonna be gone for a while.

I'll be waiting at the hotel.

I like it when you come home
late and wake me up.

I'm not gonna be home tonight.

I'm not gonna be home
tomorrow either.

I thought these things
only take a couple of hours.

Ladies and gents, I drink to the
demise of Fat Moe's speakeasy.

Who the hell wants to drink here
legally anyway, am I right?

Okay. Come on, Moe, set them up.
Go on, get in there.

Here's mud in your eye.

Boys.

Let's drink to our last shipment.

There's more onboard
tonight than just booze.

It's ten years of our lives.
Ten years that were really worth living.

Yeah.

Noodles.

Noodles.

- L'Chaim.
- L'Chaim.

How long will I have to wait?

A year and a half, more or less.

Six months off for good behavior.

- What are you gonna do?
- Don't ask.

Operator.

Police, please.

Fifth Precinct. Sergeant Halloran.

Hello.

Who's speaking? Can I help you?

- Hello.
- Yeah.

I got a good tip for you.

- Yeah, who is it?
- It's Max. Open the door.

What's the matter with you?
You sick? - No, I'm fine.

You don't look it.

Maybe you'd better
stay home tonight?

Why?

I've been watching you all night.

You've been drinking like a fish.

Trying to get your courage up?

We're only bringing in
a shipment of booze.

It's got so you're even
scared to do that.

Maybe you just better
stay home tonight.

With Eve.

Hey, Maxie, everywhere you go,
I go too. Remember that.

Maybe Sharkey was right.

Maybe I ought to just dump you.

- You're really crazy.
- Never say that.

Don't say it!

Max made fools of us,
Noodles. He wanted to die.

Did you know his old man
died in the nut house?

Max didn't want to end up
the same way.

So he put the idea in our heads
to tip off the cops.

And when they stopped the truck,
Max started shooting first,

just to get himself killed.

What is this?

Opening night.

Fifteen years ago.

Who's this?

Patron saint of the place.

And some actress.

Do you know her?

No.

This proves me base:

If she first meet the curled Antony,
he'll make demand of her,

and spend that kiss
which is my heaven to have.

Come, thou mortal wretch,

with thy sharp teeth this knot
intrinsicate of life at once untie:

poor venomous fool.

Be angry, and dispatch.

Oh, couldst thou speak,

that I might hear thee call
great Caesar ass unpolicied!

Oh eastern star! Peace, peace!

Dost thou not see my baby
at my breast,

that sucks the nurse asleep?
Oh, break! Oh, break!

As sweet as balm,

as soft as air, as gentle...

Oh, Antony!

Nay, I will take thee too.

What should I stay...

In this vile world?
So, fare thee well.

Now boast thee, death, in thy
possession lies a lass unparallel'd.

Downy windows, close,

and golden Phoebus never be beheld
of eyes again so royal!

Your crown's awry.
I'll mend it, and then play.

Hello, Deborah.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

What is someone
supposed to say after...

more than 30 years.

Well, how about, "How you doing?
You're looking good." Or...

"I was hoping
I'd never see you again."

I never thought I would.

There's a difference.

At least you recognized me,
that's something.

Actresses have good memories.

You want a drink?

I'm having one.

Margo.

- Yes, miss?
- That's all. You can go.

All right, miss.

She called you "miss".

You never got married?

No.

You live alone?

No.

Where were you?

I was out of town.

Have you been back long?

A couple of days.

Are you staying?

That depends.

Why do you want to see me?

Two reasons.

First, I wanted to see
if you did the right thing,

turning me down
to become an actress.

Well?

You did. You're terrific.

"Age cannot wither her."

It's like the play
was written for you.

What was the other reason?

The other reason...

is to decide whether I should
go to a party tomorrow night.

Party?

Yeah, on Long Island.

A Secretary Bailey.

Do you know Secretary Bailey?

No.

But I was invited anyway.

If you don't know each other,
why were you invited?

I don't know.

I thought you might know why.

Me?

Why me?

Because you know him.

- Who is it?
- David.

- No, David.
- Can I come in?

No. Just wait outside,
I'll call you.

Okay, I'll be right here.

- What does Secretary Bailey want from me?
- You came here to ask me that?

- Why did he send me an invitation?
- I don't know.

Why should I know about your
invitations? I don't know anything.

What do you want? Why did you
come here? I know nothing.

Now you're a lousy actress.

Who is Secretary Bailey?

Secretary Bailey
is a rich businessman.

He came to the United States as an
immigrant and made a lot of money...

in San Francisco and L.A.,
where he's lived for 30 years.

I know all that. It's all
in the papers. What else is there?

He married a very wealthy woman.

They had a child.

She died when the child was born.

A few years ago, he went
into politics. Moved here.

That's history. I'm not talking
about that. I'm talking about now.

Right now he's in trouble.

Just tell me you've been living
with him all these years,

and you're his lover.

Age can wither me, Noodles.

We're both getting old.

All that we have left now
are our memories.

If you go to that party on Saturday night,
you won't have those anymore.

Tear up that invitation.

There's an exit back this way.

Noodles, go through it.

Keep walking.

Don't turn around.

Please, Noodles.

I'm begging you. Please.

Are you afraid that I'll turn
into a pillar of salt?

If you go out that door, yes.

This is Secretary Bailey's son.

His name's David, just like yours.

I must admit this party was
a wonderful idea, Mr. Secretary.

It's a bit like saying, "I'm going
up before the Commettee in 5 days,

like, my conscience is clear.

The most important people
in New York are my guests.

It's going to be a night
to remember."

Especially if the house blows up.

Where are you putting the next bomb?

In the freezer?

Or in the toilet?

You can't even
think straight anymore.

I'll tell you something.

A waiting list of people would like
to send flowers to your funeral.

I can point out ten right now,
if you like me to. - Yes.

But none of them wants to read my
obituary in front of the Committee

as much as you do.

You and your union.

We just want to resolve
this situation clean.

I've heard that same song from you
for 35 fucking years!

Who do you think you are talking to?

I helped you to make a fortune,
you and the rest of those parasites!

It was a reasonable arrangement
between labour and management.

2% for them and 40% for you.

You defend them and you screw them.
Come on!

It's been the story of your life.

Do you think anybody
believe you anymore? - Some.

But no one believes in you anymore,

because you have made mistakes
and I haven't.

But that's beside the point.

The important thing right now
is that

you and I straighten out
these transfers of authority.

Now it's all as we have agreed.

Have had our lawyers drawn it up.

All you have to do is sign.

My last will?

You are not in a position
to exercise your will.

I give up everything.

12% would be set aside for your boy.

In that way he can be assured
of living to a ripe old age.

Or not, if I don't sign?

Why don't you take care of this
by yourself?

I'd be very happy for you tonight,
if during all the noise of the party

- I heard a shot.
- Maybe you will.

Please go in.

What are you waiting for?

I don't understand, Mr. Bailey.

Sit down, Noodles.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'm glad you accepted my invitation.

Well, I was curious.

So many important people
in one place.

Yes. Well, the rats usually
desert a sinking ship.

But in my case, they appear to be
flocking onboard.

Yeah, well, I read about
your troubles in the newspapers.

But a man in your position,

with all your power
and all your privileges...

has to assume a certain amount
of responsibility...

a certain amount of risk.

Why'd you ask me
to come here, Mr. Bailey?

That invitation doesn't mean
a goddamn thing, and you know it.

All that counts is what
was in that suitcase.

The money and the contract.

It didn't say who the contract
was on, though.

Haven't you figured that out yet?

You, Mr. Bailey?

I haven't had a gun in my hand
for many, many years.

My eyes aren't too good, even
with my glasses. My hands shake.

- And I wouldn't want to miss.
- Cut the bullshit, Noodles.

I'm already a dead man.

At least give me the chance to
settle the debt that I owe to you.

I'll never make it before
the investigating committee.

They're scared I'll implicate
the whole bunch of them.

They got to get rid of me.

Today is as good a day as any.

You do it, Noodles.

You're the only person
I can accept it from.

You see, I found out where you were.

I brought you back here for this.

To even the score
between you and me.

You can get out through there.

It leads right down to the street.
Nobody will see you.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Mr. Bailey. You don't owe me a thing.

Your eyes were too full of tears
to see that it wasn't me lying there,

burned up on that street.

It was somebody else.

You were too shocked to realize
that the cops were in on it too.

That was a syndicate
operation, Noodles.

You're crazy.

You said that to me once before,
a long time ago.

My mind was never as clear
as it was at that moment.

I took away your whole life
from you.

I've been living in your place.

I took everything.

I took your money.

I took your girl.

All I left for you was 35 years
of grief over having killed me.

Now, why don't you shoot?

It's true,
I have killed people, Mr. Bailey.

Sometimes to defend myself.
Sometimes for money.

And many people used to come to us.

Business partners, rivals...

lovers.

Some of the jobs we took,
and some we didn't.

Yours is one we would never touch.

Is this your way of getting revenge?

No.

It's just the way I see things.

It's 10:25...

and I've got
nothing left to lose.

When you've been betrayed
by a friend, you hit back.

Do it.

You see, Mr. Secretary...

I have a story also.

A little simpler than yours.

Many years ago I had a friend,
a dear friend.

I turned him in to save his life...

but he was killed.

But he wanted it that way.

It was a great friendship.

It went bad for him,
and it went bad for me too.

Good night, Mr. Bailey.

I hope the investigation
turns out to be nothing.

It'd be a shame to see
a lifetime of work go to waste.