All language subtitles for Spike.Of.Bensonhurst.1988.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.GG - YTS.BZ]

Canto un amore che sta un po' nascosto e
dimenticato.

Il mio sorriso era sbiadito ed oggi è
rifiorito già.

Canto un amore che mi fa paura e adesso
so perché.

Thank you.

The film of my life.

He needs a rest.

That's it!

Did I get a scratch on the kid?

Nothing.

You know what people say to me?

Spike, do you have political ambition?

Political goals?

Are you seeking the throne of office?

I said, no.

I'm just trying to get a little piece of
the pie.

Yo, if Franklin comes by before I get
back, tell him to start working on my

flat tire, all right? The trunk is open.

Hey, Helen.

Get a look at the way he's dressed.

I'm leaving the keys on the front table.

I love my tux in the cleaners, all
right?

Take off that flowered shirt and those
dirty sweatpants.

What's the matter with them? You got
clean underwear?

How'd you get it off of my underwear?

You want to disgrace the Fumar family,
go take your jetties, look like a...

in Jamaica is nothing to be ashamed of.
We both deserve to break from our

families. But Henry keeps calling... Mr.
Kichetti here?

Henry would do anything to ensure my...
You beat Popo's kid? Yeah.

How's your old man?

Beautiful. A few more years and he'll be
back in Bensonhurst.

Mr. Kichetti expecting me?

But not true love.

Henry can't do that.

And no one knows that better than I do.

His own father.

Oh, he tries, Mr. Henderson.

God, if you only knew just how hard he
tried. I'm marrying you, darling,

whether you like it or not.

It's not right.

It's not even decent.

After you annul the unconsummated
marriage to my son, all you'll have to

do is cross out the junior on the
marriage license.

Disgusting. How will I cross out his
memory?

What a bunch of pig.

Like this.

How is that Mama Luke old enough to have
a kid her age?

You missed the episode where he gets his
whole body and face lifted.

Mr. Caccetti. Huh? It's the Fumo kid.

Ah!

Come here, sit down, sit down.

Hey, you was great last night.

I couldn't believe you got so big.

When was the last time I seen you?

When my whole family was in court. The
day my father got sent up the river.

That long?

Yeah, I remember that business about the
hookers we had to rough up.

How was you supposed to know they was
all cops and drag?

Disgusting, huh? Hey, I owe this kid's
father for biting a bullet on that rap.

But don't you worry, kid.

When your dad gets out, hey, he's going
to have a nice security job, night

watchman, whatever.

He's got it.

My mother and grandmother says they
greatly appreciate all that you're doing

for us. Enough about your pop. You
hungry, kid? Come on.

See, I know I'm imposing on you that
you're a busy man and all that, but I

need a backer. Someone to finance me in
the ring. Well, I'm out of the fight

game. Too low life. Too ethnic.

See, everybody knows it's crooked.

Definitely. Yeah, maybe.

But still, the ring needs a real
cuisine.

Someone to tie in the young kids could
look up to.

Look, Spike, I'm sentimental, just like
everybody else. Sure, I bet every now

and then.

But I keep a respectable front now. I'm
into stocks and bonds, real estate. Hey,

I even support the liberal politicians.

All that garbage.

It's not that I mind losing once in a
while. That's easy.

But I need somebody who can promote me
for the bigger masters.

Yeah, I understand.

And I think it's a good idea for young
Italians to look up to somebody.

Yeah. I saw how good you took that dive
last night. Very smooth.

Professional. So you got to help me, Mr.
Kichetti.

So,

we got a little job around here for
Spike.

Hey, but I don't want him involved in no
drug business, huh?

Drug business?

What drug business?

We got no drug business.

Forget about it.

Yeah, so we keep you out of all that
stuff.

How about a little numbers run in a nice
Italian neighborhood?

Fast, easy money, Spike.

Hey, which one are you thinking of, Mr.
Kichetti?

Tortorella. Ain't your kid Stuart going
to that Dartmouth College this fall? He

wanted to pass his numbers route after
his little brother Sean, my youngest

kid. Well, that's too bad.

You just can't pass that down the line,
you know.

Oh, yes, yes. I appreciate it, Mr.
Caccetti. I only hope you come see me

when I fight again.

I'll send the tickets over to the club,
as many as you need. Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah.

Hey,

Spike, you too?

No, sir.

Ah, what a soap.

She's over here pretty good, you know.

She's a snack. Snack neighbor.

She's got share.

I didn't know these little soaps could
bring in so much.

How you doing?

Yeah, how about today?

All right.

Fifteen, four, what's up?

Call me from tape.

You have to turn this money in, Spike.

I'm family with Caccetti. What are you
worried?

Yeah, but it's one in one, Spike. You're
going to be in big trouble.

I juggled a count.

Come on.

Stupid as hell I like this bike.

What the fuck you want me to do, put it
in a locker with all these chinks

hanging out here or what?

Yeah, send you into the town and get
honest.

Hey, Spike, take it easy. It looks like
you really mean it.

Yo, Mr. Vinaca, that's two dives in a
row.

When I'm going to win again, huh?

You know you overreact, kid. That's your
problem.

Besides, it's the Puerto Rican's turn.

I want Mr. Kachet to see me win. You
understand, right?

It's a personal thing.

Now, don't think about it, all right?

You know, our district's fine. We're
still in the country.

You're sure to be giving your first time
out?

I take my receipts to the gym with me. I
turn around for one second, some stick

grabs my wallet and hits me in the door.

What's I going to do?

I'll be greedy, Spike.

I'm reporting this to Kachetti while
you're there.

Do that.

I'm a bitch.

Soon he don't hit.

He's got no class.

We had nothing bad to do.

Fucking monkey belongs back in the
jungle. What is that? Don't worry about

it. He knows the score.

Looks like your friend Kachani must have
given the tickets to his kids.

No, he's only got the daughter.

She ain't bad looking at all.

She's a skinny guinea from Benson or
Spike.

Remember, this is the round the PR goes
down.

Does she want to get lucky after the
fight or what?

What the hell does this jerk think he
is?

Just another dumb Italian guy.

They did that shit on purpose.

My favorite.

Get your own slice.

Hey, congratulations, champ. Great
fight.

Oh, fuck you.

You know, I think you and your
girlfriend need a couple more acting

lessons before you step back in the
ring.

What are you doing with this preppy
jerk-off anyway? Where's your father?

Manhattan. Live-A benefit for Africa.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. A thousand dollars a ticket. You
know, a Mick Jagger, Tina Turner.

Twisted sister.

So how come you didn't go?

I don't like all that cultural crap.

Oh, yeah.

So is this your car or it's his?

Mine's up at St.

Anne's. Oh, yeah, that's what? That's
that school, right? Upstate?

Yeah. A lot of trees, a lot of rock, a
lot of nuns.

Yeah.

That's too bad, too.

Because you straight Bensonhurst all the
way, I can tell.

Yeah, well, so are you, that's for sure.

Yeah, I know. That's why you're hot for
me, right?

Hey, slow down, fella.

Fella?

He says fella?

Yeah, well, that's how they talk up at
his collins. Hey, Spike, let's go.

Why don't you lose your square head?
He's a fazool.

Come on, go have some fun.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, what the hell?

Angel, your father's not going to like
this.

So don't tell him.

I see him every day. He's going to ask.

All right, tell him what you want.

Yo, she won't get married away, huh?

He is such a cuisine.

How come I never seen him around before?

Spike, it's been the reform school.

It's a dropout. Very ambitious.

I love

you.

Man, you got a lot of nerve coming
around here at night.

We on our way to the subway, man. Is
there low gas there?

Yeah, there is. It's dark.

Man, chill out, shorty. You think
there's some kind of joke tonight in the

ring? You think you can make fun of me
in front of my friends or what? Look, I

was told to make it look a little
stupid.

But I could put you up to it, right? I
can't stay broke.

Not if I want to fight again in
Bensonhurst.

No, I won't.

We'll call you from anyways.

Jose is jammed in Red Hook.

I never heard of it.

When was the last time you was in Red
Hook?

She don't let him get away with it,
Spike. No, he was just following orders.

There he is.

UPRs shouldn't be dealing with drugs
here in Bensonhurst.

Don't you know that?

Just some PRs trying to sell drugs at
our pizza place.

Oh, forget about it. These guys are from
the Red Hook Boxing Club. We was just

talking. Talking with them. They'll give
him any right to buy any pizza. Yeah,

and they should have known that.

Hey, come on. It's over.

All right?

Sorry, Spike, man.

You know, these kids today, you just
can't take them out in public. Come on.

Sorry.

You know, if you ain't going out with
this guy no more, you can start seeing

me right now.

You move quick, don't you?

Yeah, but, you know, it's because I got
a short attention span.

Uh-huh.

You know, this music has a really weird
effect on me.

That's because you're a good Italian
girl.

This music is like your heritage, you
know, it's been around for hundreds of

years.

Uh-huh, you're really silly, you know
that?

Yeah, that's why you're going to go with
me.

Because you can't deny it, I mean, it's
in your blood.

I don't

know.

is the face of an engineering student.

This is going to wear a suit to an
office someday?

Get the boss around here or what?

Do something about that Spike Fumo.

I raise my kids for something better
than fighting in the gutter like a bunch

of suitsunis.

Come on.

Gee, that kid Spike's a troublemaker.

Angel was there. He knows all about it.
That don't mean nothing.

This is somebody's mother from the
neighborhood making a complaint about

violence. So what?

So when your kid is seen hanging around
with a kid who gets other kids into

trouble, it don't look good.

They were just having a little gang
fight with a bunch of Puerto Ricans.

What the hell's so terrible about that?

People are going to think he's stooping
your daughter. You see?

They got to do that, so don't talk
Jewish to me.

I mean screwing. They're going to say
that Spike is screwing Angel.

Did you hear about the fight last night?

I didn't make it for you to eat.

What do you want me to do? I'm in
training.

Oh, yeah.

Well, be sure to wash the pan.

Hey, I'm a guy. Guys don't do dishes.

Oh, now, ain't you heard?

Today's men, they help with household
chores.

How would you know, Lesbo?

Asshole.

Grandma, is this beautiful or what?

Lonnie's brother got it straight off the
truck. Nice, huh?

It's probably rabbit.

That's champagne mink.

And at least Tonio works for a living.

He did cheap shot teamster with cancer
of the face.

Oh, eat your lips, greaseball.

You better get a job, biker. You're
gonna end up just like that lousy father

of yours in prison.

I don't take no orders from no crummy
old dyke or her slut girlfriend.

How fucking dare you talk to your
fucking mother like that?

This arrangement here is un-Italian.

unreligious, non-sectarian, and
definitely anti-nature.

How can you let them live like this? Why
don't you do everybody

a big favor and go fuck yourself?

It's Carmen and the Button Man.

What does he want?

You know, Ogle called me this morning,
and she said that Maria said that

Barbara's boyfriend, Lukey, said Spike
got a bunch of kids in trouble.

You ain't seen me. I ain't been here.

Luigi.

Carmine.

The, uh, nice apartment.

Come down, Carmine. Uh, Bob, do you know
Luigi and Carmine?

No, I don't think so.

No? I met you at Ninja on the Internet
for a baby shower ten years ago.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, God, you're really going back far,
huh?

Sure, I remember those days.

What's on your mind, Carmine?

How's your husband?

Be comfortable up in Sing Sing?

Sure, sure.

I got Pop-Tarts. You want Pop-Tarts?

Nah. You getting your checks?

Regular as clockwork.

And we're welfare on top of that.

A few collections now and then. Hey, you
must be making ends meet. I can't

complain.

And I suppose that you want that this
good life should continue, right?

What are you talking about?

Let me put it to this way, Mrs. Fumo. If
you want a list to continue, your kid

Spike's got to stop seeing Angel.

Angel? Angel who?

I can't keep track of all the little
tramps.

Spike's fooling around with?

Hey, Angel's Cacchetti's daughter and
his only daughter.

Cacchetti's daughter?

Cacchetti's daughter?

That's right, Cacchetti's daughter.

And he don't want some snuff-faced
guinea running around town with his

little girl. See, you turn a little son
of a bitch, you better lay off.

Oh, Angel got too much class for a
little fuck like Spike.

It's his father's blood, not mine.

Pete's Sicilian lowlife. His own mother
will tell you that.

Me, I'm a brute thing.

Helen's half Irish, you know.

That's where Spike gets his good looks.

Good. Great.

Glad to hear it. Now get Spike to
straighten out, or Kachinio'll cut up

your checks. You'll have to make do just
on your welfare.

I'll kick him out.

Out on the fucking street.

Out in the gutter, where he belongs.

Hey, kid, get in.

Chetty wants to see you.

See that?

He wants to manage me. I knew it.

I even got my own driver.

Come on, Carmine. Move it. Let's go.

Such an irresponsible piece of shit.

You didn't tell us about all the workers
who got injured when that damn condo

caved in.

Hey, the insurance pays for all that.

I made my mother look bad in front of
the board. You heard her. She was pissed

off. Screw them.

I'm making enough on that drug operation
in Greenfront. I could swing the whole

deal myself.

You want to take this thing public, you
better keep all your income sources

clean. That SEC's a bitch.

I'll just tell them I want it.

Betting on that smart-ass here.

No, Mr. Cherry, I'll tell you something.

This crack thing is going way too far.

They even got enough boxing clubs now.

This is a gold mine, this stuff.

We get their whole welfare check.

They ain't even got enough left over for
McDonald's.

Isn't there some other way we can make
money?

Like what?

I don't know, like that real estate shit
you was talking about.

Where do you think the money comes from
to buy that real estate?

I don't know. What happened to
extortion, gambling, prostitution?

Getting city contracts for construction
jobs.

Drugs are easier.

There ain't no laws against it.

None? None.

Politicians took care of that.

Why not?

We pay them enough all these years. They
should.

This is Spike Fumo.

A nice kid, just a little screwed up.

He needs a decent job.

With a little supervision.

You know what I mean?

Look at all those years of quality
control checker.

Over in Jersey City is where we rip off
Star Wars, Rambo, and all the rest of

them big pictures we get a hold of.

Now, on this side is where we make the
cassettes for the kiddie market. You

know, the old cartoons, how to read and
write, all that shit.

But on this side is where we make the
big bucks with the hardcore porno stuff,

you know?

We just have to make sure that we don't
mix up the labels.

Each receiver...

Man, it is 100 transfers at a time at
high speed.

You just got to make sure that the color
is correct and that there's no static or

snow. And after a couple of years, we
move you out into the field.

You go around, visit the video shops,
make sure all the orders are coming in.

And if they're not, hey, you break
windows, you bust up the store, you

know, the regular.

Sounds like your kind of thing, Spike.

What do you say, Spike?

I don't know, Mr. Caccetti.

Some day, maybe you could even have your
own little Caccetti video store.

Settle down, start laundering my drug
money through them phony video rentals,

eh? Why are you talking like this, Mr.
Caccetti? I mean, I could be like

another Sugar Ray Leonard.

Come on, Ned, you spike.

You're an Italian.

You gotta learn how to go out in the
world and make something of yourself.

at Joe College over here.

Hey,

I don't see why a kid like you never
went to college.

Be an accountant or something.

Me adding numbers together?

Hey, the backbone of our organization
today is accountants like Justin then.

He sounds like some kind of asshole to
me.

Don't knock him. He's going places and
he's going to marry my daughter.

She never let on to me about being
engaged.

She don't know it yet, but it's for her
own good.

How could you say that, Mr. Caccetti?

Because she's too wild.

I mean, I even sent her to the nun
school, and that don't do no good no

more.

When she came with me to Red Hook, he
didn't even seem to mind.

Oh, yeah?

How do you like that?

My own daughter turning into a tramp,
and her boyfriend don't even seem to

care. Now, any girlfriend of mine behave
like that, I'd beat the hell out of her.

You'd do that?

For real?

I swear it on my mother's honor.

Oh, uh, speaking of who, I heard your
mother's a dyke.

No, it's just a phase, Mr. Caccetti.

No, a change of life or something.

Oh, you gotta give her credit.

At least she's not cheating on your old
man with another guy.

How could you make Angel marry a guy
like that?

Why don't you let her make up her own
mind?

Hey, he's got a college degree.

His mother's a bank president and his
father's a consultant for the transit

authority. And besides that, he's
Italian.

I'm Italian, too.

And what?

Your father's a jailbird.

Even though he does me a favor. And your
mother's a goddamn dyke. Hey, those are

the facts, kid. Face them.

But it's not fair, Mr. Conchetti. Man, I
got this thing for Angel.

I know she likes me, too.

You think I like my daughter acting the
way she does?

Jeez, if my wife ever pulled that kind
of crap, God rest her soul, I'd have

killed her.

But I guess us Italians today got to
accept that crap.

I mean, all the women turning into dykes
and cramps.

I guess that's the way it is in
respectable society nowadays.

But that don't mean I got to like it.

You know, Mr. Caccetti, if I could get a
name for myself, I'd be on Easy Street.

I could take care of your daughter.

You're a nice kid.

I like you a lot.

But I'm going to say this once, and I
ain't going to say it no more, or I'm

going to get mean.

You stay the hell away from my angel.

I know your father don't want him there,
Angel. Okay, I'll call him. I'll tell

him not to come. Will you hold on?

Let's go, Angel.

The line is busy. Hold on. Come on.

Angel,

the car is waiting.

Hey, turn me up.

Hey, what the hell is taking us so long?

job. She just...

by that recent attempt to require drug
testing of our teachers, policemen, and

firemen.

I am mixed up with illicit substances.

I ask you, are these the eyes of a...

son Marvin.

Oh, uh, oh.

Could we get a picture of all of you
with Mr. Caccetti?

Uh,

could we get some pictures in the
hallway where the background is better?

So you know, it's not my good side. Come
the hall, the hall.

Paul's been very cooperative. Gave you a
lovely price.

Bernie, move in. We're a family.

Excuse me. I'd like to freshen up a
little. I'll be right back.

Okay, no problem.

Can we just push together? I'll take
another chat, please.

All righty. Say cheese.

Hi, hi.

Hey, Sophie, what you doing?

What didn't you tell me to meet her here
for? I told her not to.

But she thought this bar mister was some
kind of...

Sweet 16 thing or something.

She didn't know there were going to be
any kids.

She in there?

Yes. But I'll get her. You wait.

Aren't you Pete Fulmer's kid?

One of Boxer's?

Hey, you see me fight?

No. I used to know your old man.

Didn't your old man used to work for
Buccacchetti?

Yeah, he used to bust heads for his
kickback operation.

You know, on the garbage collection
business.

Really? What?

That schmucks of bikes over some guy
from the DA's office.

We all go way back.

Congressman Bernstein arranged for my
father to take that rap for the chair.

Is that right?

Can I get another shot, please?

This guy looks fishy, too.

Hey, you!

You should have been picking up
Congressman Bernstein's tab for years.

He's very right. Hey, look at this shit.
You be talking to some fuck from the

police office. What, are you crazy or
something?

The fuck was I supposed to know? He
looks like a regular guy to me. Yeah,

fucking tell me about it.

the fuck out of here. Hey, well, you
ain't wanted to be disobedient, huh?

Hey, I was invited.

Yeah, by me. Hey, you fucking... I don't
give a goddamn what my father said. Hey,

get over here. I ain't fucking hurt with
your fucking guns. What is that,

chicken? Get out of the stairs, man.
Beat it, fuck you. Get out of the

stairs.

Hey, got no offense to that shit. Get
out of the neighborhood and stay out.

You come back and you're gonna regret
it. You got it?

Okay? Fuck you.

It's okay, folks.

Just an unwanted intruder. Let's all go
back and do our little bummy thing.

Let's go in.

Come on. It's okay. Don't worry about
it. Move.

Mike!

Thanks for the invitation.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, see what you did?

I don't know nothing.

What are you letting that guinea bastard
in here for?

I don't know nothing. He didn't get paid
to be here. You don't know nothing.

Bongo.

Hey, come here, kid. What are you doing?

Where are we going?

Arson.

Arsoning. Why?

I got to talk to my dad. He's in
Sinkton.

For what?

So he can call your father and get me
out of this mess.

I can't be exiled from Bensonhurst.

That's my club.

That's my turf.

Want to have sex?

My whole life collapsed and in front of
me this coos wants to get a rock saw.

What's the matter with you?

I know how you can stay in Bensonhurst.

Yeah? How?

Get me pregnant.

Yeah, maybe.

On the way.

Drive.

Then my dad will call up your father. He
says he's gonna do his bird imitation if

you don't let me back in the
neighborhood.

And if that don't work, then it'd be a
good idea you getting pregnant.

Great. Good thing you thought of it.
Then I'll come back. I'll win the title.

Spike.

It's obvious how much all this means to
you, Spike. But let's just try to get it

over with, okay? I gotta get back to
Bensonhurst. I haven't got all day.

And then we'll get married, right?

I'll get a little piece of turf from
your father.

Every coochie on 18th Avenue is going to
know who I am.

Spike, would you move your elbow and
pipe down?

I got all my goombas. I got my future in
Bensonhurst. Who am I without the

neighborhood, right?

I got ghoul and guys.

You know, I thought we were going to try
and have sex here, Spike.

What do you want to have? A kiss or
something?

Oh, it's what you've never asked.

What are you doing?

Okay, now.

No groping, no hugging, no kissing, none
of that screwing around shit. Guess how

the animals ask you to leave.

I'm here to see my father. That's for
your sake.

What did you bring me?

Nothing. This is Angel.

You could have brought me some
prosciutto bread, some provolone,

something. Couldn't you think of
anything for your old man?

This is Caceri's daughter.

We're going to get married. We're going
to make babies.

What do you bring me trouble with
Kichetti for, huh? Man, Kichetti don't

get it. I got talented hands.

He goes and exiles me.

Fucking he should manage me. You my
father, you call him up, tell him you're

gonna sing if you don't let me come back
to the neighborhood.

You gotta be crazy.

I don't rather nobody, and he knows
that.

Otherwise, he'd have me knocked off
right here in prison.

You pregnant yet?

I don't know.

How soon before you know?

Jeez.

Spike. Your mother calls and tells me
that Caccetti's going to cut her off.

Now, I know she's a goddamn abruti dyke
and she should die in her sleep.

But she's your mother and she needs
those checks to take care of the house

and your little brother.

And my goddamn mother.

Yeah, not to mention that wonderful
girlfriend of hers.

Shut your mouth.

Grow up, will you?

You're such a loser.

Hey.

Show some respect. I'm your father, for
God's sake.

I know I love you because you're my dad.

But really, you're a loser.

That's better.

You, Angel, go home. Do what your dad
wants.

Marry a nice college boy.

What are you talking about? Knock off,
Spike.

Listen to me.

Caccetti has a responsibility to the
neighborhood not to have fuck-ups like

you have their own way.

What would happen to Bensonhurst if
everybody ran around and did their own

fucking thing, huh?

You want to live in a toilet like
Manhattan or the Bronx?

You talk to her. She don't seem to get
it.

Your father's right, Angel.

If a good match like Justin comes along,
you shouldn't do everything to just

drive him away.

Spike's not a bad guy.

You don't know him.

Know him?

I was at his fun cooler christening, for
Christ's sake.

I know the whole goddamn family.

That's Spike's father. He's a loser,
too.

He moves up through the ranks by taking
raps in prison for other people.

Not that I blame him very much for that
wife of his.

He's just glad to get out of the house.

I'll see him if I want to.

And you can't stop me.

What the hell's going on here?

I was setting this fight up for you and
some Polak from Greenpoint.

Yeah? And then Vinaka said you're not in
the club anymore.

You're kidding.

You're fucked up again, Spike.

Who's my star, man?

Try to dump across the street.

Your gear's still there. You're in luck.

This is my club, man. What am I supposed
to try?

Hey, but the Boy Scouts got an opening.

The word came down. You're dead in
Fentonhurst.

In what word?

I give you a hint. We'll take a fucking
walk. I got my own problem.

I'll fix these guys, you know?

They told me not to do it.

Get out!

I said get out!

You're one of those people that shits!

Anti-nature lesbos! You stupid fat whore
freeloading bitch!

Asshole, motherfucker!

Get over here.

Get over here!

That's right!

There never will be over there.

You! That's right! Big pussy!

It's a whip!

You wussy! Blimey! Trash! Scream!

Scum! It's a garbage face!

They think they can keep me out with
that goddamn cop at the gate? Yeah,

that'll be the day.

I can see Angel anytime I want.

She's crazy about me, I don't mind her.
We get along fine.

One day we're gonna be running this
neighborhood.

That can't be working for me.

So what if I stay out of bed for a
while?

I'm not going to let Angel forget about
me that easy.

Or that goddamn boxing glove either.

But Shady ain't exactly unaware what
goes on over here in Red Hook.

That's for sure.

Jack, Jack.

Jack.

Yo, man, you're throwing way too much on
with that right, boss.

Tell him.

What the hell do you want, man?

Yo, I brought you some groceries.

What for?

I don't know, man. Just give them to the
kids or something like that. I don't

even remember what I bought them for,
you know?

Is my car safe over here or what?

Yo, man, you're in the safest place in
the whole neighborhood.

What am I, the only other boxer you know
from, Brooklyn?

My club's always booking you PRs from
Red Hook, right? So I figured this way,

I stay under their nose a little bit,
stay fresh in their minds.

You really need a place to stay?

Look, I never had nothing against you
Puerto Ricans, you know? As long as you

stay in your own neighborhood, I was
easy.

Thanks a lot.

Look, I don't mean to offense or
nothing, but seriously, how can you walk

around in a cesspool like this?

Hey, man, I grew up in this
neighborhood.

So then how come you never saw fit to do
something about it, for Christ's sakes?

You just let it go on and on?

Me. Me and my moms, man. We got a whole
family to support.

You know, seeing as how I come from a
more advanced culture than yourself, I

want to tell you that we Italians would
never let ourselves become the victims

of these politicians and goddamn drug
dealers like you people.

Forget about it.

Hey, babe.

You fucked away, man.

Hey, Harold.

Cool. Crap. Come on, what do you say?
I'll give you your parking. I say you go

better than that, man.

Hey, how about you, cowboy?

First time free.

Your day's a number.

Now fuck off.

Jesus. You gonna do something about this
trash or what? Shut up, man.

You, out of here.

Off the stairs, everybody.

Hey, listen up.

A civilized human being has moved into
the neighborhood.

And I don't want no scumbag stinking up
the joint.

So get lost.

So get the hell out of here. You know
it's good for you.

We always got an extra bed if you need
it.

Ma, this is Spike.

He needs a place to stay.

Oh, it was wonderful what you did just
now.

I've been asking my son to do that for
years.

Hey, I know those guys, Ma.

I just can't believe the nice people are
forced to live like this. It's terrible.

Well, my house is your house, young man.
Come in.

So, young man, you said you were from
Bensonhurst?

Does that mean that maybe you have some
mafia connection?

Yeah, well, I always did, up until just
recently.

Oh, the dream of my life, a mafia
connection.

Someone I can talk to, someone that
would hear about our mystery, and

someone that would do something about
it.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid you've got to be
born Italian for that. I was taught.

In the neighborhood, there was a lot of
Italian children.

She's teaching in the public schools
now. I tried to teach them about

history. The great leaders.

Italians had a lot of men like that, you
know?

Julius Caesar.

Mussolini.

Al Capone.

A good man.

He was a good man for his people.

If you don't read history, you don't
know anything.

You know, I heard those PR schools are
conditions for... Unbelievable.

I have to bring my own children to my
own school every day.

Oh, did you meet my daughter India?

I wanted to name her Gandhi, but it
sounded a little peculiar.

No girl like this, she needs all the
protection she can get.

We will have a...

Special dinner for you tonight.

India, don't you stand there. Go and
start cooking the rice.

You want Uncle Ben's or yellow?

Uncle Ben's, of course. We've got
company.

Doesn't Mrs. Rodriguez teach you
anything in that home economic class?

Look, man, don't worry about it, man. I
sleep on the shelf, man, and if my

brothers bother you, man, kick them in
the ass.

Your sister said going to school or
what? You think she needs some looking

after? Oh, yeah, man. But she wants to
really settle down, start raising a

family of her own.

We're very proud of her.

Imagine a real Italian boy in our own
little house.

You like him?

He has a rich, blonde girlfriend, Mom.

With a Mercedes 450.

A Mercedes?

If I might make a suggestion, maybe lay
off the fried foods.

No, it's bad for the stomach.

True, true, true.

I read that in a magazine somewhere.

Yeah. So maybe start eating some real
pasta, you know? But I don't mean that

stuff out of the can.

No, never.

I know.

I always make it fresh out of the box.

Maybe some veal, you know, lean,
Francesca style.

That sounds cool.

We're going to need a lot of porterhouse
steak, too, for the training program.

Deal.

Porterhouse steak?

Even if I had the money, they don't have
that in this neighborhood.

You send the kids over to Bensonhurst
before school.

Is it safe?

Sure. They can shoplift over there early
in the morning, as long as they're off

the streets before school starts.

What a wonderful idea!

Come on.

Fifty cents.

Hey, how'd that get there?

Anything else?

No, that's it.

See them?

Junkies and crack dealers.

Selling their drops on school steps
every morning? Man, I need more shit.

That's it.

Well, get me more shit, motherfucker. I
pay you enough. Get me more shit.

You know, Bensonhurst, these kids be put
to death doing this crack shit.

I hate the beepers most of all.

What beepers?

Look, check this out.

Yo, mommy, how you doing? You ain't
going to school, are you? Fuck that.

Unless you and me go crack up.

Got good?

Yeah.

How much you want?

Fifty dollars. Fifty dollars?

No problem.

You're going to have to wait.

Let's study the history of Africa.

There are many countries in Africa.

Angola, Mozambique, the Congo, Zimbabwe,
Zambia.

Very important is a small country called
Besutu Lanzi.

Very important.

So there are great characters that have
to be remembered.

The emperor Haile Selassie, the emperor
Bokaze, Lumumba.

She's teaching us about Africa.

Yeah, how much I figured.

Spanish,

sex hygiene, black history, shop, you
know, the regular.

What about English?

They don't teach you reading and
writing.

Why, teachers, they're afraid to work
here.

Look,

Frankie.

Yeah, I'm doing great.

Now, the only thing is they don't have
any equipment over here to train with.

Go over to my mother's house, because I
have to box in the garage.

Yeah, I need it.

And Angel, man, they're taking all of
her cars. I can't get through.

Nah.

Nah, not in this neighborhood, man.

You know? It's a real sewer.

Forget about it.

Okay,

now what does it say on the Statue of
Liberty?

Give me a kite and your porn.

Give me your huddled math.

And what else?

Give me your wretched refuge, yearning
to be free.

And who's going to regulate all these
rejects?

Organized crime.

Can't hear you.

Organized crime.

That's right.

Organized crime.

And what's the Brooklyn alphabet?

Hey,

is your father still mad at me or what?
Yeah.

Jesus, what a mistake I made getting
involved with you. I thought he was

going to like you.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means I got to like you. What do you
think it's supposed to mean?

You've been faithful to me all this time
or what?

No.

No?

I've been going with Justin.

Oh, she tells me she's been cheating on
me with this fucker after I tell her I

love her. It's great.

Look, my father wants Justin to think
that the baby I'm going to have is his.

What baby?

Your baby.

Jesus Christ. I mean, what am I, hearing
things or something? What?

Daddy says you got no future, so what
can I do?

Hey, this is my future. Right here.

Dad don't mind if it's your kid and
everything.

But, Spike, you don't got a college
degree, a decent automobile.

You don't got nothing, Spike.

That's why she's cheating on me.

Well, have you been faithful to me?

What's that got to do with anything?

You can't get away with this, Angel.
They got blood tests that can tell whose

kid it is.

I ain't gonna let this happen, Angel.

Yeah, well, there's nothing you can do
about it, Spike.

Nothing I can do about it? She must be
crazy.

You hear that, Angel?

You must be crazy.

There's plenty I can do about it. Before
I finish here at Red Hood, he's gonna

beg to get me back in bed with her.

I'll be fighting for Naka's club whether
he likes it or not.

I can still get that title, Angel.

They're going to know who I am.

What do you mean, Spike?

You're going to start looking for
another fighter. At least you can get

out of your mess with Chetty.

I'm working on it, right? Well, you're
wasting your time around these Puerto

Ricans.

Don't be so sure, man. Me and the
bandana here, we got a plan.

We're going to race to win or lose the
fights among ourselves.

That way we know where the smart money
goes.

I don't know, Spike.

It still sounds pretty risky to me.

Even a punch-drunk Puerto Rican knows
it's stupid, Spike.

Who the hell are you talking about?

I don't see any other punch-drunk Puerto
Ricans around in this pool.

Look,

Spike, you're going to fix fights. You
do it through the syndicate. Otherwise,

you're dead or out of the ballgame for
good.

It's the way it's got to be.

I think you can win.

See you around, Spike.

I don't know.

You okay?

So now Frankie's mad at me, right? It's
like I'm digging my grave deeper and

deeper as I go with everybody.

Even Angel now.

You don't want the baby?

No, it's not that. It's just the way she
says it, you know?

And then she goes bragging about this
guy she's going out with.

What kind of a wife is she going to
make? What kind of mother is that?

I mean, I know these things. I had a
mother like that. I can see it in her.

My father was no great prize either.

You might find this hard to believe you
know, but I don't think either of them

wanted me around too much, you know No,
seriously, it's true.

There was nothing I could do could ever
please him I Wish I could have been nice

to the angel, you know, I got like this
thing inside me It's like I always got

to drive this spike in just a little bit
deeper, you know get him a little bit

more hurt Tear the other guy apart

She was hoping it was fixed, you know,
like the wrestling on TV.

Yeah. But the next time, bro, it's going
to be inside.

Yo, man, they're going to love this back
in Bensonhurst. Uh-uh, bro, I don't

think so.

Hey, uh, you're asking for trouble.

Ignore this, dude.

Hey, all billboard sites in the city
belong to the corporation.

Post no bills unless you pay $7.50 for
each zip code.

Ignore this asshole, too. That's the
rules for Brooklyn, the Bronx, and for

Queens. Hey, uh, we're just going to
have to tear them down, I guess, huh?

Yeah, you do, man, and me and my boys
are going to break all your windows.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Greaseball.

You gotta kick your fucking ass, you
motherfucker.

Mr. Kachetti, Spike is causing trouble
again. I seen him. He's started it.

Yeah, yeah. Carmine was innocent.

Sure, sure.

I get a feeling that you're trying to
invite me to another one of your crooked

fights.

You should come, Mr. Kachetti. It's off
for tomorrow night.

Huh?

Well, uh, you better get moving, kid.

Because you're making my boys a little
nervous.

Oh, coffee.

What do you want to show off your
stomach for?

You want to make a fool of your father
in front of the whole neighborhood?

I am not going to marry that Justin.

You like Spike, you just don't want to
say it.

Angel, look.

When I was a kid, I used to see a lot of
guys just like Spike.

They was... hall and they was good
looking and all the kids looked up to

them and they always had them smart
aleck remarks.

And where did they end up?

Huh?

Dead or in prison or collecting garbage
if they was lucky.

Me, I stuck it out. I wind up running
the whole damn precinct.

Oh, this guy can't do it for you, Angel.

You could help him, Danny.

You're just like your mother, you know
that.

I always gotta have the last word.

We need something stronger, more
African.

What's that?

Mugla Jumba.

Pike, Mugla Jumba.

Mugla Jumba?

It is back to tribal justice we need,

instead of the corrupt order we live
under yet.

In Brooklyn.

Yeah, but I'm Italian.

Italians used to have strong names.

Luciano.

Anastasia.

Sinatra.

Sinatra.

I'll show you some Sinatra.

We are going to clean up all the
problems of drugs.

And we are going to do it for the school
children.

You stand in line like everybody else.

Why are you losing your fucking mind?
Get the fuck out of here.

We can't stop.

You better get your ass over there.

What for?

We were just shooting up real peaceful
life, and then this lunatic comes and

starts tearing the joiner. So what? You
don't seem to understand shit. He took

our dope dog face.

So what do you want us to do about it?
Well, what the fuck is wrong? Well, we

got our rights, too, don't we?

I don't know if they got any rights.

You kidding? They got rights up their
kazoo.

There's the man.

Arrest him, Mr. Police Officer.

Hey, kid, come here.

What you gonna do? You ain't gonna
arrest him?

Been molesting these here junkies,
taking their stash?

Yeah, so what?

You wanna come down to the station and
press charges?

Man, I ain't got all day to waste with
this chicken shit cart crap.

I got to make money to get some more
drugs.

Shit. You know, this system sucks.

Don't like it? Go buy in Bensonhurst
next time, huh?

Yeah, right, man. They're going to kill
you to sell drugs in Bensonhurst. Hey,

officer, you know very well that if we
had the mafia in this neighborhood

instead of you, useless police, we would
have plastered Madonna in our yards

instead of junkies. Look, Mom, you think
we're going to spend all afternoon doing

the paperwork book on that drug trash?

Yeah, so these junkies can be back on
the street ten minutes later?

Fuck you. But that don't mean you go
beating up on them, all right?

Yeah, says who? Says who? Says who gives
a shit?

Forget about it, kid.

Just go easy on someone across town,
man. I like it.

I know them. The Bellotti kids.

Mario, Tony, and Sal.

Yeah, three for two.

You mean when the old man went into the
witness protection program, they didn't

go with him?

Yeah, they're good kids.

Loyal.

They were the ones that told me the old
man was getting ready to squeal. How

come nothing was done to Bellotti before
the DH man got home?

Because I gave the job to that moron,
Venaka.

While he's back to managing Crooked's
fight.

So, uh, how's Venaka doing?

In the fight game, I mean.

Plenty of anti-thoughts. Pick them some.

Well, uh, I got a little family problem
he could help me out with.

Yeah, so?

So, uh, he wouldn't do nothing for me
unless he comes from some higher up.

Like you.

What's Venaka got against you?

Oh, about 20 years ago, I had to cut his
mother out of the...

Calamari and the shrimp concession up at
Sheepshead Bay.

She went back to selling pizza by the
flight.

Do you want it to hit someone?

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, hell no.

I just want them to fix some fights for
some dopey kid.

Real pain in the ass.

You know, Pete Fumo's son.

Was that some kind of reward for him
ruining your business in Red Hook?

He just wants to play the big shot, you
know, show off.

You know, Baldo, at an age when I should
be promoting a man like you to supervise

ten times the amount of territory you've
got now, you can't seem to manage the

business of one little Italian
neighborhood or even the problems of a

bunch of teenagers.

People might think I'm keeping you
around for old times' sake.

Hey!

We got company.

Looks like you're going to fight again
in Bensonhurst, Spike.

You think he's up to it? I don't want no
more pushovers, all right?

Hey, he's a headbreaker.

You know what kind of audience I can get
with this kind of talent?

Two 100% Italian boxes.

He's from Chicago, Spike.

He knows the score.

And I get to win, right?

That's the way they want it, kid.

He understands all this?

Yeah, what's that understand?

Oh, Mr. Big Time Chicago, huh? I'm gonna
enjoy making you bleed.

You never lay a glove on me, you mama
luke. You talk like that to me in

Chicago and I kill you. We kill here in
Bensonhurst too, my friend. You Brooklyn

gangs are soft as shit. I was killing
people like you when I was 12.

Oh yeah, what for?

I forget, I was a kid. Yo, man, you ever
tie anybody up? Blow their lips off with

a cherry bomb?

Man, glad to see you guys again to be
such good friends.

Just make it look real.

Okay, remember.

Now, if an old man or any guy answers,
you ask him if you want to buy Girl

Scout cookies or something.

If a woman answers, ask her to speak to
Angel.

Yeah. Only thing is, it's been so long,
I forgot the number.

All right.

I'll call Frankie.

Oh, yeah. Hey, Connie, that's nice.

Yeah.

So tell me, Uncle Peter, was he out on
bail or what?

Yeah?

You let him out for the funeral, huh?

Oh, yeah, that's nice.

Oh, hang on, Aunt Connie. I got a call
waiting here.

Hello?

Yeah?

Oh, my God.

Hold on, Manny.

Aunt Connie, I'll call you back. It's my
broker.

So give me the dowel on this.

No, no, wait a week.

I don't know.

It's my gut feeling.

Wait a week.

AT&T?

What am I, somebody's grandmother?

High-fat foods.

Buy them. They're the next craze. Trust
me.

Oh, hang on. Damn, I got another call.

Hello? Hello.

Hello, yourself.

Is Angel there?

Angel? She'll have to call you back.

It's an emergency.

An emergency.

Hang on.

Manny, I'll have to call you back.

Angel!

It's me, Spike. Who do you think it is?

Are you crazy? I promised I wouldn't see
you enough until after the fight. I

can't wait till then.

You know, I got my dad to arrange this
thing for you. Will you just wait till

it's over?

Hey, by that time, the baby's gonna be
out of the oven.

We gotta settle this marriage thing
right now.

My dad ain't decided yet.

Can't you lean on him? You know he's
gonna do whatever you really want.

He goes to Atlantic City tomorrow for
the weekend.

Great. So we'll ask him when he gets
home.

So the weekend's a good time to come
over then, right?

Spike, they're watching me like a hawk.
Don't worry. I'll make sure the coast is

clear.

You won't say nothing to my father.

I don't mind having Spike as my
son-in-law.

In fact, I even get to meet his mother
tomorrow night.

Good. We can all go to Atlantic City.

I knew Cacchetti would come around.

So her father is really a very important
man in the mafia.

My neighborhood he is.

Must be wonderful for you to marry a
girl like that.

So well connected.

And so blonde.

So what about India?

Hey, she knew I was going back to Angel,
man.

But she's having your baby, too.

That's not my fault.

That kind of thing happens in this
neighborhood all the time, doesn't it?

It don't seem fair, Spike.

I mean, it's different in Bensonhurst.
Angel could never do a thing like that.

You know?

Have a baby without getting married
first.

Forget about it.

So it's done.

Orange soda?

You shouldn't be upset.

I shouldn't?

Just when I'm trying to get myself
someplace, you want me to go backwards.

No, you can't go backwards.

I'll come visit the kid. I'll send him
some money.

It'll be the best taking care of kid in
the neighborhood.

Listen, Spike.

You go win your fight, all right?

You go do it like they do it in Benzema.

I can't get over you getting Pete out of
jail so early like this.

Well, I owe him.

Pete would do anything for you, Mr.
Kichetti. Yeah, yeah. You know that.

Yeah. Listen, you ever hear from your
son?

Me? No.

Never. He hates my guts.

You know about him and Angel?

Disgusting. Maybe so.

But he's interfered with my drug outlet
in Red Hook.

And it's getting to be a pain in the
ass.

Now, I don't want to have to kill the
father of my grandson.

I wouldn't feel good about that.

Oh, no.

I told Baldo it was a very bad idea.

So, instead, I'm going to have to accept
Spike as a son-in-law.

With that, I can get him out of Red
Hook.

Tavish?

I thought I was marrying Justin.

That's ancient history.

Don't worry. I'll make your father
proud.

Hey, who do you want to marry anyway, me
or my father?

Whatever.

We're going to have a little combo and
some dancing after dinner.

Sounds great.

We want you to choose the main course
and appetizer.

I can't remember what Pete liked. He
always ate such crap.

Well, we've got a choice. Chicken
cacciatore.

Chateau Brion with vegetable third
French style or duck filet of sole vino.

What the hell is that?

Weight control.

Let me see. What?

It's a big deal. My stepmother does it
all the time.

This shit's bad for the baby.

Mike. Come on.

Come here.

I hate to just eat and run, but we got
to get on to another kind of family

business. In Atlantic City, if you know
what I mean.

Atlantic City?

Oh, wow.

But I wanted to show Helen the
Palladium.

There's a midnight party at the Michael
Todd room.

Sylvia, I got big meetings in Atlantic
City.

All the big boys are going to be there.
I want to make a good impression.

I have to spend one...

at by a bunch of overcoats at a crap
game while you decide the future of the

East Coast with these big boys of yours,
I'm gonna scream.

Married a young wife.

Get what I deserve.

Pink. Old.

That's all they are.

You're jumping the gun, aren't you?

Huh? Moving into Caccetti's house even
before he let you marry his daughter? I

knew it. Ah, well, your mother couldn't
have told you.

Never. I can't stand that woman.

Where's Caccetti? Atlantic City.

Meetings. Big-time stuff.

You cooking something else?

Yeah, it's mother's steak.

Oh.

Make yourself at home.

So where's Angel?

I like a light.

She says without your cocaine, she can't
stay awake.

You know, you have bad influence on her.
My father doesn't think so.

How can you marry a guy like that
anyway?

He's so old.

There's money, right?

Oh, thanks, kid.

You always try and get acquainted by
calling somebody a whore. I don't mean

nothing by it. I just wondered.

Oh, he's not so bad.

He gives me everything I want.

Everything? Well, I never pretended I
would take him with his love.

But he sure was with yours, though,
right?

You sound like you pay attention once in
a while yourself.

Want to play cards?

No, look, I don't want to fool around or
nothing.

What are you kidding?

Cheat on Baldo?

All right. You know how people are these
days. You got to ask.

Yeah, right.

So what do you got?

Three of a kind.

Beats me.

Don't you ever win?

Only in the ring.

Yeah. Somebody fixes the fight for you.

Who do you want me to do? Get all beat
up? Bust my beautiful nose?

Get cauliflower ears? Maybe brain
damage?

I ain't that stupid.

Why don't you try doing something else?

Stop boxing?

Forget about it.

I ain't giving up so easy, you know.

So, you deal.

I don't know

why.

Un po' nascosto e dimenticato.

Il mio sorriso era sbiadito.

Ed oggi è rifiorito già.

Canto un amore che mi fa paura. Adesso
so perché.

Perché tutto sommato amo ancora solo te.

E malattia d'amore non si può.

Guarire è un gioco di parole, non va mai

a finire, è malattia, d'amore non ti fa

dormire, è un dubbio che ti affale, che
ti

fa impazzire.

Canto un amore sbandato, ma niente al
mondo l'ha mai.

Thank you.

Hey, how's it going tonight, huh?

It's not bad.

Is Chetty here yet?

Ain't you heard?

They're throwing a banquet for your old
man tonight.

My old man?

He's out of jail already?

What the fuck is going on here?

What's the matter? Don't you hear
anything?

Nobody said nothing to me. How come he
don't come see me fight? My own dad.

Hey, kid, I got a late news bulletin
I've been saving for you.

Smart money's on the guy from Chicago.

Hey, there is no way that Angel will let
Kachetti screw me over like this. No

way. Oh, yeah? Well, maybe she heard
about you getting your PR girlfriend

over there pregnant.

How the hell'd she find out about that,
huh?

Keep the talk, man.

They're trying to fuck you over, Spike.

Watch out and don't mess with them. I
don't see what it's got to do with

anything anyways.

You go down in the fourth round, you try
to double-cross us, and you don't fight

in this state again or any place.

Abito?

to say this, Pete, but prison definitely
seems to have agreed with you.

Breaking up big rocks into small ones
certainly keeps you in shape, you know

what I mean?

With thanks to the special auspices of
our own Congressman Bernstein, we

are welcoming home here tonight one of
Benson Hoyt's greats, our own Pete

Fumar.

Vice and this is any man shown that he
should come home after his ordeal and

resume his place in the neighborhood.

Where else but America can a kid from
Benson Hoist rise to the eminence

that we are laying on Pete here tonight.

Let's strike up the band and let's
celebrate.

Let's go.

Spike, lose that fight, all right?

And now, for the main event of the
evening, and the Red Trunks from

Chicago, weighing in at 175 pounds, with
a record of 12 wins and 2 losses, both

parents, Italian, Vinnie Salento.

weighing in at 172 pounds.

With a record of four wins and four
losses, an Irish-Italian mother and an

Italian father.

Fencing her own Spike Fumo.

You know, Baldo, I'm glad you're doing
what your common sense told you to do.

Justin makes a much better match for
Angel.

Yeah, well, you know, Spike, he just
went a little bit too far. He got no

sense of proportion.

Ain't that the goddamn truth.

Like grass, like flowers.

And my mother kissed me.

Like maybe the first love.

When I get done with you, go fuck
yourself, Spike.

What's the matter?

And pray his love may make our love
divine.

You promised me you'd fix that fight.
Then you double-crossed me. How come?

You talk too much, Spike.

You never learn nothing.

Nobody cares if you win or lose your
crooked fights.

Your type just don't belong in Benson
Hoist. You do whatever the hell you feel

like doing, don't you?

Ah, music, music!

I should just blow your fucking head off
right here and now.

Come over here, you little bastard.

Go from there, Spike.

The scratch of Mr. Caccetti and your old
parents.

I always told you he was no good.

Go to hell.

Angel, she's gonna be my wife. That's my
baby she's carrying. You know it.

This is getting embarrassing.

He tries to do something nice for your
family and this is the way you repay

him? Oh, something nice, like marry my
girl to some other guy?

I was Sylvia, Spike.

You what?

I never done nothing.

I seen you in bed with her.

We was just playing cards.

There's a lot of things you do, Spike.

You should never be doing.

Maybe playing cards is one of them.

Wild crazy kid, Mr. Caccetti.

None of us been able to control him.

You want to marry this?

He's got a comment to him. Keep calm,
Helen.

Don't worry, Pete. Whether we like it or
not, he's still family.

And we're stuck with it. Come on. You've
got to listen to me, Mr. Quincetti. I

can explain.

Hey, 35.

Come on.

Enjoy yourself.

What is going on?

Grace? Grace.

It looks like Grandpa.

Are you sure I can get you any beer or
maybe some more Corona?

No, no, no, I'm on a diet.

So, uh, how goes the night patrol? Are
you adjusting?

It's a rough neighborhood, that's for
sure.

Well, listen, I can get you moved into
any neighborhood you want, you know

that. Just name it.

No, I'm surviving.

Want to see the new baby?

Yeah, sure.

This one came out almost as dark as the
first one. You think?

He's still a nice-looking baby.

What the hell?

Yeah, maybe they'll think he looks
Italian.

Hey, Spike, what's the matter?

I love you.

Thank you very

much.

No!